#you got up to have normal pee but then you had A B N O R M A L pee

[20dollarlolita]

Something that I've used to judge my health, in more ways than one, is what I call the need-to-pee test.

When I'm sitting, wasting time, and I need to pee, healthy me will just get up and go to the bathroom. That's normal behavior.

Sometimes, however, elements of my health will make that very basic task difficult. When you recognize that you need to pee, but you have to have an internal conversation with The Vampire of Despair about if you needing to pee is a failure and a judgement on your worth as a human being, you need to reach out to someone about your mental health. Being too depressed to get up and go pee is a sign that something in your mental health is very wrong. It's a sign that it's "bad enough" to really need some help.

When you recognize that you need to pee, but you don't want to get up because your body will be in pain, that's a sign that your pain is "bad enough" where you should do something about it. If you've been sitting around your house telling yourself that shit's fine, but you also procrastinate on the basic duty of going to take a pee because doing that simple task is going to cause you so much pain that it's not worth the comfort you get from not needing to pee, your body is fucked, and shit's not fine.

Getting up and going to pee is a thing that should not take effort or be unpleasant. Having difficult getting up and going to the bathroom often means that your problem is actually pretty bad. If you've been ignoring the problem, it's a very good sign that you should stop ignoring the problem.

Needing to pee but not being able to get up and go pee because the cat is sitting on you, however, is normal operating procedure. How dare you move the cat for something as selfish as your basic bodily functions. You metabolized and you didn't even get permission? The cat does not approve.

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Hobie SFW Alphabet

This is going to be based on the version of hobie I use in my stories

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) In public: He throws his arm over you, grabs your hand, or just sits close enough that your legs touch In Private: The man becomes a lapdog, unless you are working or showering, he is attached to your hip. You have multiple videos of him sleepy, being grumpy because you need to get up from the couch to go pee

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) He was just drawn to you, you became friends quickly and there was a lot of dancing around feelings

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) This man has two cuddle settings and unless you ask for otherwise that's it. He will either lay down on top of you and snuggle his head into your stomach and stay there or he will pick you up and hold you to his chest

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) He doesn't want to settle down because that's too much consistency, he is decent at cooking, but cleaning he is perfection due to his height it helps gets a bunch of dust on top of shelves

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) He would try to explain and be nice and peaceful with it

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) He doesn't want to be married, but sometimes he likes to imagine how pretty you'd be in a dress like that

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) Physically sometimes he forgets just how strong he is and when you guys rough house, he plays a little too rough. Emotionally he is great

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) He loves hugs, again when home he is a cat. but around people, he hugs you sparingly. He doesn't want people to think he is going soft

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) When he asked you out for the first time it was one of things out of his mouth.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) This dude gets jealous, and fast. Especially when guys he doesn't are touching on you. He once got jealous because Miguel handed you some candy for your birthday. He bites his tongue because he doesn't want to upset you though

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Hobie is a kissing addict when you are not around people, every two seconds there is a kiss somewhere. He loves to be kissed anywhere, but his lips, or the palms of his hands. He'll kiss you anywhere, but often it's the top of your head, your knuckles, or your stomach

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) He is great with children, he isn't sure how but mayday is in love with having playdates with you and 'UNCLE PUNK' (he may have cried the first time he heard that)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) He won't let you leave bed unless you gotta go pee. His arms hold you tight and doesn't like getting up.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) He does face care with you and always makes sure you are comfy.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) If you weren't a spider person, once you two were serious, he would lay everything out on the table. He didn't want you to be hurt due to him not telling you

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Other people: He gets easy fast but normally can hide it You: He can't get angry at you if he comes home frustrated he always makes sure he calms down before talking to you so he doesn't accidentally snap at you

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) You are this man's whole world, He remembers almost everything, now some things will slip away but he remembers the important shit, like birthday, Starbucks order, fav animal, and stuff like that

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) Definitely the first time you slept over, Seeing you cuddled into his bed, with his hoodie covering you

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Oh Hell, he is protective, like super protective. When you are out on dates and you look super cute, he looks like the world's scariest human watchdog

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) 1000% He once accidentally snapped at pavi because pavi told him to relax and that you would love the flowers even if they were the wrong color

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) he forgets to do the chores you spilt like the dishes sometimes. he doesn't mean to he swears

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) He does not care, he will only try and be dressed up when you ask, like meeting your parents

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) If he is on a mission without you, he will speedrun the mission, because he just feels lonely without his angel of music around

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) He calls you any nickname in his head and you swear he has never called you something two times in a row.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) He hates when you think lowly of yourself or when people disrespect you

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?) He can't sleep in quiet, so if you listen to music to sleep he is happy if you can't sleep with the noise he uses his earbuds

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this is how it ends begins

everything between you and tommy comes to a head after you discover what he’s been doing behind your back, will steve be there to catch you? or will he just make it worse? | (  2.4k, angst, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

T H I S I S H O W I T E N D S B E G I N S 🎶 loveless, PVRIS

You gave me such a bad time, tried to hurt me, but now I know. Thorn in my side, you know that's all you ever were, a bundle of lies, you know that's all that it was worth. I should have known better, but I trusted you at first, I should have known better, but I got what I deserved!

The Eurythmics were playing so loud on your stereo that the bobby pins on your dresser bounced along with the chorus as Annie screamed from your speakers. You normally would’ve been singing along, but you were too angry.

Rummaging through a box you’d pulled down from the shelf in your closet you dug around looking for anything that reminded you of him. You wanted it gone. Erased. Fingers catching on the edge of a polaroid you yanked it out of the box.

You, Carol, Steve, and him. Tommy.

Tears burned at the corners of your eyes as you ripped it in half, throwing it into the trashcan at your feet. It fell in to join tattered pieces of Snow Ball tickets, movie stubs, more polaroids, and stupid notes scribbled to you.

Cramming the box back onto the shelf, you turned to snatch the photo that was tucked between your mirror and the frame. It was from last summer, you and Steve and Tommy at the quarry. But you stopped at your reflection. You were a sight. Hair a mess, eyes bleary, cheeks wet with tears, lips tugged down as you swallowed back the urge to let loose the cries clawing up your throat.

You’d wanted to break up with him months ago, but it felt easier to just stay. You couldn’t feel the ache in your heart as much when there was another hand there to hold onto. Was easier to ignore the vice that squeezed around your chest whenever you saw him.

Him.

Steve.

Steve and his stupid laugh, his stupid honey colored eyes, stupid pretty lashes as they swept across his cheeks every time he looked up at you. Stupid. But you couldn’t. Or maybe wouldn’t. And he wouldn’t either and so you were stuck in this horrible game of ‘just friends’ and god it hurt.

But then Tommy dragged you to a party last night.

He made sure to parade you around the house, arm tight around your shoulder, showing everyone you were his, and then hurried off to ‘defend his keg stand title’. So you let him go. You hated all that shit anyway and with all the beer you drank to tolerate everything, you had to pee.

The bathroom door was open just a sliver and you lifted a hand to knock, but then you heard it. Noises. Noises that weren’t supposed to be heard, intimate noises. Soft uh, uh, uhs. And then a voice you knew all too well. You like that? Shh, quiet baby. Someone’s gonna hear us.

You shoved the door open so hard you heard the handle clank against the towel bar on the wall behind it. Standing there with his jeans around his knees, Tommy was joined at the hip to Tina Rochester as he bent her over the bathroom sink, skirt hiked up around her waist, pretty mouth parted and pupils blown wide.

Words failed you, so you just didn’t.

“Baby. Baby. Wait! It’s not what it looks like!”

You didn’t have a car and no one gave a shit when you pushed and shoved and stumbled your way through the house and out the door. When your chucks hit the sidewalk you broke into a run and you ran. Ran and ran and ran until you were standing on your front porch, hot tears cutting down your cheeks.

He tried calling, but you let it ring and ring. It shouldn’t have hurt like this. You didn’t love him, but it was another reminder of how badly your heart was aching under all the poor disguises. The lies you told yourself to hide the hurt. The feelings you kept hidden away for fear of what would happen if he knew. If Steve knew.

Tap. Tap tap.

The sound at your window brought you back and as you blinked your room slowly swam into focus.

Tap tap.

Walking over to your window you shoved it open and looked down. Your stomach dropped, cheeks burning with heat from your chest as you shouted, “I don’t want to talk!”

“Please, baby, give me a chance to explain!” Tommy pleaded with you, tossing away the rocks he’d been holding, the look on his face pathetic as he slapped his hands together in mock-prayer.

“What is there to explain? You fucking Tina Rochester seems pretty straightforward to me!” You slammed your window shut, but could still hear him yelling outside. You should’ve left it alone, should’ve ignored him, but something inside you snapped and that was it.

Flinging the front door open you stalked through the grass, feet bare in the summer heat, and came around the side yard to see Tommy’s face light up. Oh, poor boy. He thought you were here to smooth things over, but he was so wrong. “Fuck. Off,” your hands came up to meet his chest and you shoved, hard enough that he had to take a couple of steps back.

“I said I was sorry!” he protested, throwing his hands up.

“Sorry doesn’t fix it! What don’t you get about that?” your hair was wild around your face, eyes flickering with a muddled mixture of anger and hurt.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!”

Dread filled you as you squeezed your eyes shut. Of course he heard. His bedroom window was right across from yours and of course he heard. Your back was to Steve and you could feel your throat tighten as he ran up on you both, head flooded with everything that had happened last night. With what might have been had Steve been there.

“None of your business, Harrington,” Tommy snarked.

“Uh, yeah, when you’re arguing in my yard it kinda makes it my business,” Steve walked right by and cut the distance between you and Tommy.

It was silent then. Tommy wouldn’t give himself up and he knew how you felt about Steve. He knew the looks you gave him, the kind he’d never get, the way you both danced around each other. For so damn long. And so he kept his mouth shut and locked eyes with you, daring you to speak.

“Really?” Steve said, slicing the silence in half and finally, finally he turned to look at you.

You could feel the tears welling up against your lashes, felt the first few as they spilled over and trickled down your cheeks, but you didn’t care anymore. It didn’t matter. Let them see it.

“Tommy’s got a thing for Tina apparently,” you said, voice thick with the tears that kept coming, but your tone was even-keeled. “Fucked her in the bathroom at Bobby’s party last night. Sounded like you were having a great time.” You pointed the last comment at Tommy as his cheeks flushed deep red.

“Shut up,” Tommy took a step toward you, but Steve didn’t need to hear anymore.

“I think you need to leave, Tommy,” Steve stepped in toward Tommy.

“And I think you’re not part of this conversation, Steve.”

“Doesn’t matter, you’re in my yard. And I want you to leave.”

They leveled each other, weighed their options. Tommy wanting to punch Steve’s face inside out, Steve’s hands curled into fists at his side as his chest heaved, trying to stay calm.

“Fine. You know what? Fine. Screw you, Harrington,” Tommy spat at Steve as he moved to go. He knew he had bad odds and as he walked by you he stopped, “Tina was great by the way.” When he looked at you maybe part of you felt bad for playing this game of charades, but he’d gone along with it and in the end you both had made your choice.

He didn’t bother to look back as he hopped into his pickup, tires squealing as he sped off down the street.

Turning quickly away from Steve you started back toward your house, feet carrying you as fast as they could without running, and you could hear him behind you trying to catch up.

“Hey. Wait! C’mon, are you okay? Wait!”

You almost got the door closed, but his stupid shoe caught the gap before it latched and you squeezed your eyes shut. You could feel the rush of adrenaline that had been gripping you tightly begin to lose its hold and you let up.

Gently pushing the door, Steve tried to give himself a little more room to talk, but stayed where he was, “Can I come in? Please.” His tone was soft, sorry, apologetic, and you felt the vice around your heart squeeze again.

“Steve,” when you said his name it hurt, you voice no louder than a whisper, but you didn’t move away from the door.

“If you don’t want to talk, I’ll go away, but you gotta tell me you’re gonna be okay,” pushing his forehead against the doorframe he looked through the gap at you with those big brown eyes.

A sigh pushed itself out of your heavy lungs and without saying anything you moved aside, but didn’t open the door for him and instead went to curl up on the couch, knees tucked to your chest.

He opened the door slowly waiting for any kind of protest from you, not wanting to push things, but when he saw you folded into yourself on the couch it was his turn to feel the vice squeeze around his heart.

Taking the few steps into the living room, he knelt down in front of you fighting against the urge to wrap his arms around you as he crammed his hands into his lap, “I’m…I’m sorry.”

Sorry. Such a funny word. The dictionary might say, sympathy for someone else’s misfortune, but as the someone else in this case it didn’t feel good to hear it.

Lifting your head from your knees you finally looked at Steve. Tears were still spilling down your cheeks and you shook your head as you huffed a laugh. “For what? You didn’t do anything,” your words despite their simplicity cut into Steve and his expression pained.

He couldn’t do it anymore and his hands quickly pressed into your shins. “I know. I wasn’t there. I haven’t been there. I–” you watched him struggle with his words, but he didn’t pull his eyes from you. “–I should’ve been there. I’m sorry.”

The tightness in your chest loosened a bit and you slipped your feet to the floor between Steve’s knees. You were at a loss, maybe because you hadn’t expected him to say the things he had, so instead you just looked at him. Kneeling there in front of you. Eyes all honey and flecks of gold. Brows knitted together. New freckles gifted from the summer sun chasing down along his jaw. Damn he was pretty.

Tentatively he lifted a hand to your cheek and when you didn’t shy away his thumb softly swept the tears away. “I’m not good with words and–and I know I’m an idiot,” he started, shaking his head at himself, but he kept going, “But I like you. I really like you and I was afraid I’d fuck it all up. You know? Fuck this up.” His hand motioned softly between you before he settled them both on the outsides of your thighs. “Probably a little late for that I guess,” he gave a half laugh and bit the inside of his cheek, waiting for you say something. Anything.

I really like you.

You wished you could dive into that sentence and swim weightlessly in his words, ignore everything else and maybe you would have, but how could you know this would be different? What if he left again? What if there was someone else? What if…

“Still with me?” his voice pulled you out of your head and when your eyes focused you realized just how close he was, how it felt like he was looking right into you. Seeing all of the little broken pieces as they floated among everything else you were struggling to wade through. The citrusy scent of his shampoo, spearmint gum, fresh laundry and cedar. It made you feel all hazy and you couldn’t think straight, so you closed your eyes for a minute, trying to focus.

The silence stretched for what felt like forever, but when you opened your eyes again you took Steve’s hands in yours and tugged at him, “Just sit with me?”

Steve would have done anything for you and now was no different as he let you pull him up onto the couch. There was no hesitation as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close, frames fitting as if they were meant to be like that.

You buried your head into his chest and closed your eyes again, his fingers smoothing over your hair. His heart thud, thud, thudded in your ear and neither of you said anything for a long while. Steve would have sat with you like that forever, holding you close, and when you sat up from his chest he felt your absence keenly.

“I really like you too,” your voice was scratchy from crying, your hand moving to settle on the line of his jaw. The smile he gave you then was small, but the way his eyes crinkled at the edges told you he was more than happy with it. Relief. A little hesitation. A tiny ember crackling in his chest. “But–”

His smile fell at the last word you said and you pushed forward to reassure him.

“But promise me–”

“Anything.”

You knew he meant it.

“Promise me you won’t leave again. Don’t leave me.”

Your eyes searched his, looking for some kind of certainty that he’d always be there, but then he told you for himself. Taking your hand in his he turned it over and pressed a soft kiss to your palm before settling it down on chest over his heart. “I promise,” he whispered.

And my god, you believed him.

crappymixtape™ • steve harrington masterlist // stranger things masterlist

[jimblejamblewritings]

the flip side | part 2.

Summary: (Y/N) has always been one of the stronger Alphas. Which is saying something when the Avengers is a team overrun with Alphas. A mission gone wrong changes her entire world and when everyone starts treating her different, she doesn’t know if she can cope. Change hurts and (Y/N)’s not sure it’s a pain she cant bear.

Warnings: THIS IS THE DARKER VERSION! IF YOU WANT THE LESS DARK/ANGSTY VERSION CHECK OUT CHANGES HURT

Warnings for the Series: strong language, angst, fluff, assault, a/b/o dynamics, sexual content (18+ readers only)

Pairing: Stucky x black!reader

Word Count: 6.2k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

You dragged yourself out of bed early in the morning like you had been doing for the past couple of weeks and trudged to the bathroom. Your new normal, you thought as you pulled the band tight through your teeth and stabbed the syringe into your thigh. Chewing the Omega suppressant, you quickly showered and made your way into the gym for training.

The black sports bra was still slightly damp. You had taken to handwashing all of your clothes, the scent not quite disappearing if it was hand washed rather than machine-washed. You couldn’t go on any longer without washing your training clothes but needed the smell to stay on. Bruce was working late in the nights when everyone left the lab to try and reverse the serum but so far nothing was coming back indicating a breakthrough.

You avoided sparring when you could and opted for the bots— not always successful. Sam was usually your partner because it made everything easier. But there were other times it had to be someone else and you just prayed no one would smell a thing. Like now with Nat. She knocked you flat on your ass and you grumbled as she stretched out a hand to help you up.

“Pretty soon I’ll be the one with the winning streak,” she said with a smirk.  

“Shut up, you got lucky.” You snapped.

Nat held her hands up in surrender before placing them on her hips.

“What has you so worked up? So damn irritable. Those suppressants are messing with you, I swear.”

“Must have taken two pills by accident this morning, wasn’t paying attention.”

“You’re always so on top of it. Had to have been a rough start to make you that forgetful.”

“Yeah, rough start,” you muttered.

You rubbed at your side and headed into the locker room. The rest of the team followed behind to grab their equipment and head back upstairs for showers and a break. Sam stopped you in the locker room after everyone else walked out.

“You’ve got to start taking both shots in the morning,” he whispered.

The injections were administered in two doses. You took one when you woke up and one in the evening to spread it out, finding that taking both at the same time didn’t make you feel so hot. Some people could handle the double dosage, you couldn’t.

“The team’s starting to wonder why you’re always disappearing during dinner and come back a few minutes later,” he explained.

“I have to pee.”

“They’re not really buying that excuse from Bruce and I anymore.”

You chewed on your bottom lip. It wasn’t the easiest to take both in the morning but if everyone was getting suspicious then maybe it was for the better to do so. You decided it was ultimately for the best. Starting tomorrow, you would get up a little earlier and take both shots and use the extra morning time to try and recover before heading to training.

When you entered your room, you frowned at the sight and smell of people on your couch.

“FRIDAY, what did I say about just letting people into my room?”

“They insisted it was urgent, (Y/N).”

You huffed and walked over to where Sharon, Maria, Bucky, and Steve were sitting on your couch. The scowl on your face let them know to be quick. Maria unlocked the tablet and handed it to you.

“SHIELD wants a small group for this one. Sam’s going to be taking the West Coast so I’m the replacement.”

“Nat?” you asked.

Sharon rolled her eyes. “Going with Sam since she knows the men. I’m her replacement so deal with it.”

Instead of growling, to everyone’s shock, you just let it go and locked the tablet. A standoff with Sharon would expose everything. Maria took the tablet back from you.

“Ok, I’m briefed. We leave in three days, understood. Now get the fuck out of my space.”

It came out as a snarl and they were on their feet. No matter what your cells might suddenly say, you had spent your whole damn life as an Alpha and that didn’t miraculously change. It especially didn’t change when everyone still thought you were an Alpha. You weren’t giving up your power so easily. The four in front of you opened their mouths and then closed them.

“You good, (Y/N/N)?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah,” you said tensely. “I was just trying to relax after training and I’m not getting that right now.”

“Right, sorry.”

They started to pile out. It wasn’t that you wanted to relax. You wanted them out of your space because the smell was too much, especially Maria being the only claimed person in the room. You glared at the couch that was now covered in them. How long had they been waiting in your room? Steve stopped when he saw you rub your temples. His hand on your shoulder made you calm immediately before you tensed up at the fact you simply melted under his touch.

“Maybe you should go to the masseuses downstairs. Have professional help instead of whatever you do.”

“I’m fine, Steve. Just need a bath and a nap.”

He gave you a nod and left with the others. You took in a deep breath once he was gone. Warming up your hands, you touched the pillows and watched them burn up in your clutches. Every pillow except for the ones Steve and Bucky had been holding was burnt off of the couch.

Part of you hated that you did that but you couldn’t bring yourself to burn those two pillows. Being as close as you were to the two supersoldiers was fine when you were an Alpha but now it was making you yearn for them in the most needy Omega fashion. You knew the dangers of being an unclaimed Omega and your boy was already trying to avoid that threat by throwing you straight into the arms of two unclaimed men that you at least knew.

Your alarm rang and you sighed. Even with the suppressants, you weren’t sure how bad a heat would be. Bruce tried to walk you through it but said that it was only understandable once you went through it physically. The only thing you knew was that a rut was not nearly as bad and you’d give anything to have one instead.

The bath wasn’t warm but freezing cold. You felt hot— not as sweaty as most Omegas but definitely slightly overheating. If you had to, you could easily get up and still handle your daily tasks. But you couldn’t deny the warmth in your lower abdomen was something you rather have gotten rid of through natural means. Heats were also worse than periods— of course, Bruce wouldn’t have known that but you were still annoyed at not getting a heads up. You tilted your head back and enjoyed the rest of the bath, mentally preparing yourself for the nightly shot you’d have to take once you got out.

The team questioned the missing seat of their team member. Bruce and Sam tried to distract but no one paid attention. Sam was the first to come up with a bullshit excuse that you went to find a hookup and were either coming home late or not at all. Nat asked FRIDAY so she could figure out if they needed to set anything aside for you to eat later.

“There’s no need to call her. Miss (L/N) is in her room.”

“I’ll get her,” Bucky stood up. “Probably just forgot after hooking up.”

Wanda laughed. “Have we met many presentations that made (Y/N) forget to want to have dinner after sex?”

The elevator doors closed before Sam and Bruce could do anything about it. Bucky knocked and you didn’t reply. He figured he could just walk in when FRIDAY informed him that the door wasn’t locked. You were sitting on the edge of the tub and pulled the band. You stabbed the syringe into the vial of serum to suck it up before sticking the needle into your thigh.

“(Y/N)?” Bucky called into the duplex.

The suddenness of his voice scared you, you hadn’t smelled him coming in. Your fingers fumbled as you tried to grab the vial but it shattered on the floor. You muttered no’s over and over again as you looked at the destroyed medicine.Your head snapped up when you heard the creak of the stairs as Bucky’s foot stepped on it. You were sweating in panic and even worse you could smell Bucky and it made the warmth in your abdomen burn a little more.

“You still have an Omega here?” he called as his nose was suddenly flooded with the scent of an Omega he didn’t recognize.

You saw your chance.

“Holy shit, Buck, get the fuck out! Be down in a minute.” Your voice summoned up as much Alpha in it as possible.

“Sorry. Sorry. Just thought you came back alone.”

He retreated and you waited until you heard the door close. You went back to the broken vial and spilled serum. You were in heat, even if you stayed in your room someone ran the risk of smelling it. There was no choice but to take the vial meant for tomorrow morning and join them at dinner. You’d have to beg Bruce to try and get you just one more bottle before the next month of injections was delivered. With extra careful hands, you took the vial for tomorrow morning and stabbed the syringe into it.

You texted Bruce. The message he sent back wasn’t particularly comforting. He wasn’t sure if he could sneak out a vial to replace the one you dropped. It was easier to fudge the numbers for the beginning month shipment but not once a few weeks had gone by. You sighed in frustration and practically buried yourself under your comforter.

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No one else was allowed to touch your mission bag. It was a small mission but Maria said you guys would have to hide out for a few days. Which meant you would have to bring the injections with you. You weren’t taking the chance of letting anyone else touch your bag and accidentally breaking the vials or discovering them. Very carefully, you set down the bag by your feet and sat down in the co-pilot chair. You stiffened at the footsteps behind you.

“I thought Buck was flying with me,” you said.

“He and Steve are running over last minute plans. You’re stuck with me.”

Sharon sat down in the other seat. Neither one of you looked at each other. You didn’t have to talk to get the job done so the flight was long and silent. You stretched and jumped out of the quinjet when it reached the safe house. The other four followed behind you, the feeling of still being a leader made you feel warm and proud inside. The safe house was nothing spectacular but it also wasn’t the worst one, some were literal shacks in the desert.

“Alright.” Maria dropped her bag. “I’m in the small room. You four get the big one.”

You almost dropped your bag. “What?”

“SHIELD has your schedules memorized, all four of you tend to go into rut at the same. Even as claimed Beta, it’s not smart to share a room with any of you right now.”

You sulked into the big room and threw your stuff on the smaller twin bed in the corner. No one thought much of it. It was easy to assume that you were just annoyed at the thought of having to room with so many Alphas during a rut. Internally, you were panicking.

You had been on missions with Maria before, she was a heavy sleeper. If it wasn’t a high-stakes mission so close to what should have been your usual rut time, you would have bunked with her no problem. And her tendency to not wake up once her head hit the pillow was perfect for you. It gave you a nice window of opportunity to take your suppressants and injections. You were also scared because she was right.

It wasn’t smart or very safe to be around unclaimed Alphas in such closeness during their rut. You knew the three of them would never do anything against someone’s will— they weren’t those types of Alphas that liked to exercise old laws— but it still wasn’t smart.

The safe house only had one bathroom and you didn’t want to risk carrying the vials back and forth from the bed to the bathroom so you would have to be sneaky and take them in your room. You stripped from your normal clothes and into your suit.

The fighting wasn’t much that day. You quickly showered and slammed the bedroom door shut, knowing someone would barge in a few minutes later. Like clockwork, you had barely slipped on your shirt when Sharon and Steve walked in.

“You both ever heard of knocking? It’s a new invention, you should try it sometimes.”

They rolled their eyes and flopped down on the bed. Sharon got up first to take a shower. Bucky entered the room as she left and sat down on the small bed that you were unfortunately sharing with him. Without missing a beat, Steve walked over.

It was pretty customary for Team Cap to have a post-mission cuddle each night of the missions. Usually it was all five of you: Sam, Steve, Bucky, Nat, and you. You guys would find a way to fit all your bodies on the same bed and just talk about nothing until it’s time to sleep. Maria and Sharon didn’t share the same enthusiasm for post-mission talks when they joined you guys— most of the Avengers didn’t share that enthusiasm. For once, you weren’t enthusiastic about it.

You could gag at the overpowering smell of them. It never bothered you before, now it was downright ridiculous. They talked and you contributed where you could. If you could hold your nose you would have. Steve and Bucky didn’t smell anything from you at all and of course they weren’t bothered by the smell of each other. You were almost shaking that someone the masker would stop working. Both mistook the shaking out of nervousness for you being cold and held you closer.  

There was only one time in your life that you would ever show gratitude to Sharon and this was one of them. When she strolled back into the room yawning, everyone took that as a cue to go back to bed. It felt like hours had gone by. You couldn’t fall asleep until you took your injection because you couldn’t set an alarm to wake you up without waking up the other three. You turned over and saw two bodies that weren’t moving. Based on the deadweight of the metal arm slung over your abdomen, Bucky was asleep as well. He was the hardest part of this entire thing, not waking him. As gently as you could, you sat up and grabbed the vial from the bag under your bed.

“You still up?”

Sharon asked. The band fell from between your teeth and you silently screamed as the vial dropped and you could hear the sound of it breaking. It was still dark in the room but you felt she could make out an outline of your body. At least she couldn’t see anything for real.

“Your bed creaking woke me up.”

You froze when the cold fingers on your thigh moved. Bucky groaned. “Sorry, these stupid things haven’t been used in forever. The springs must be stiff.”

“Forgot to put on my headscarf and take my suppressant, my bad,” you tried to cover for the reason that you were awake.

You fished for another vial, pissed that you had damaged another one and were completely screwed for the last days of the month. You hoped Sharon would mistake the sound of the broken vial as you dropping your pill bottle. She just shrugged, told you guys to try and stop moving, and went back to sleep. Your eyes practically bore holes into Bucky’s face as you slowly injected yourself. He looked like he had gone back to sleep but you weren’t going to risk him opening his eyes. With his hand on your thighs, you also had to be careful not to touch him while doing so.

The syringe laid at the bottom of your bag. It was unsafe carrying all of them in there but there was no place in the safe house you felt comfortable disposing the used ones in. You weren’t going to risk someone finding it in the trash.

All four nights at the safe house were met with very rough sleep. You were always on edge every night and slept very few hours to make sure you were up before the supersoldiers so you could take your morning shot. It was noticeable to the others. You seemed irritable and no one would say it but it wasn’t the most pleasant to be around. You were even at Sharon’s throat more than usual.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were hurt?” Bucky asked suddenly when you entered the room after showering.

“Hmm?”

He held up the syringe and you almost froze. Bucky just placed it in the little trash bag that he had put all the other discarded syringes and broken vials in.

“Everyone takes steroids from time to time on a mission, Buck, no big deal. It’s a small muscle problem. Dr. Cho said I’ll be fine in like a week or two.”

“I feel you shift every night. If the inflammation is that bad, you should’ve told us. You’re probably still hurt from that HYDRA mission. You need to relax.”

“Alright, alright. I won’t take the next mission until I’m fully healed. Better?”

He nodded and you cursed yourself for not noticing that Bucky must have been up one of the nights to witness what you were doing. When you returned to the tower, you immediately jumped off the quinjet and headed to your room not saying hi to anyone but Sam. The others informed everyone of what was going on when you stormed back in, all done up in the tightest and shortest outfit possible.

“Jacket,” you demanded from Steve.

Your foot tapped with great impatience at how long he was taking to do what you asked. He took his jacket off and handed it to you with little hesitation. You adjusted it on you, shoving your stuff into the jacket pockets.

“I’ll be out all night. Don’t need to know where I’m going, don’t wait up, don’t need me. Bye.”

The team watched your heavy boot stomping towards the elevator.

“Has she ever had a rut that bad?” Vision asked.

“She was getting miserable the last couple of days,” Bucky said.

“Kept forgetting to take her suppressant before bed,” Steve added. “Woke me up almost every night. She’s not very jittery but has been the whole damn time. They should up the dosage for her.”

“Well, there’s your answer. She normally takes it pretty routinely, (Y/N)’s good for that. She’ll be fine tomorrow just needs to work it out,” Bruce covered. His eyes closed when Bucky spoke up.

“Not suppressants, steroids for inflammation. She got hurt on a solo mission and didn’t tell anyone but Dr. Cho because of the HYDRA thing.”

Tony just laughed. “She does know the world won’t end if she misses a mission every now and then?”  

Bruce and Sam were the only ones not laughing. Bruce hadn’t been able to steal another vial and the last day of the mission was also the last day of the month’s supply. You were going to stay out all night and sneak back to the tower after everyone left the residential floors where you would stay until the next morning and Bruce could get you the next crate. And you would be more careful. He couldn’t sneak out more than you needed and you weren’t going to let another mistake happen where you lost a vial.

The tight club outfit was on purpose. You had to dress like the most promiscuous Alpha out there to help play the part. It was also your previous clubbing outfit and hadn’t been washed, keeping that scent on you. Steve’s jacket was a second precaution. If your faded scent on old clothes wasn’t enough, his jacket had to be. You were surrounded by Alpha smells, there wasn’t a hint of Omega in sight.

You weren’t going to any clubs. It would be stupid to take that risk of getting sweaty on a dance floor and letting the Omega scent slip out. Instead, you decided to hang out at a twenty-four hour diner and just play around on your phone and listen to music until you could go back home. The waitress was so nice as she gave you your food and first round of coffee.

“Are you working the late shift?” you asked her in the most pleasant tone you could muster.

It was important to seem super friendly when you absolutely reeked of Alpha. You weren’t trying to scare the Omega waitress or make her think you were up to something. She went back to the bar seating area and began to wipe it down.

“Night shift gets the best tips around this time of the month,” she said with a shrug.

She wasn’t wrong. The end of the month was always some party in New York City— a good chunk of them thrown by Tony. Everyone was out, money was getting spent left and right, and if you breathed too deep the whole city reeked of sex.

“Also the most drunks this time of the month.”

You said with a sip of your coffee. There were other words unsaid but she seemed to understand you. A lot of Alphas ran around and even bonded ones were subject to cause havoc. Laws were lenient on them. As long as the Beta or Omega was unclaimed then if the Alpha voice made them submit, anything done was considered legal and somewhat consensual. You were always worried about those without partners, kind of like the waitress serving you.

You could tell that her scent glands were completely untouched, not even by a past partner. The waitress finished wiping down the area and collecting plates that had been left by other patrons. The diner was empty except for the two of you. She came back to refill your coffee.

“Sit.” You motioned to the booth seat across from you. She looked around. “Ah, no one else is in. Come on, have a cup of coffee.”

The waitress’ shoulders relaxed and she grabbed a mug for herself. You ate and listened to her tell her life story. When it became clear you weren’t trying to make a move on her but just wanted the company, she opened up a lot. Your phone rang and after the fourth one she looked down at it on the table.

“I think someone wants you.”

With an audible sigh, you picked up the phone. “I thought I said don’t need me tonight?”

You bit back a smile at the fact the waitress shrunk a little bit into the booth. You weren’t trying to scare her— the bite in your voice was solely for the person on the other end of the call—  but the fact that your Alpha voice was somewhat still there made you feel better.

“Relax, hothead,” Nat screamed into the phone. “We’re all at the club. Maurice on 33rd.”

“Don’t need your help bagging someone for the night. Not interested.”

“Have fun with us!”

“I said not interested.”

“But—”

You hung up. Nat would be pissed for a day or two but after knocking you to the floor in sparring, she would get over it. You set the phone back on the table and grabbed your coffee mug after the waitress poured another cup.

“Thank you,” you said with a sip.

“What’s so bad you’re in a diner instead of a party?”

“Nothing, just tired of them trying to set me up with someone. Needed a quiet night.”

“Well you picked the wrong night for that.”

You both laughed.

“Empty diner seems pretty perfect to me.”

She raised her mug in a touche and drank. You pushed the rest of your plate towards her, figuring that she hadn’t eaten since whenever her last break was. She took it gratefully. You were given another side-eye until you reached for your phone to text Bruce. You didn’t blame her.

It was natural to be suspicious of an Alpha this late at night on party night. You weren’t making a move on her but it made sense she was still a little weary, thinking you were going to try something. The little bell on the door rang and you and the waitress turned your heads. A guy walked in wearing the same uniform as her. Her face lit up as she tossed him the notepad.

“Well, my shift is over. It was nice talking to you, I don’t know many Alphas that aren’t—” She cut herself off.

“Dicks, you can say it. Alphas are fucking assholes.”

She laughed. “Yeah. Thanks again. You made the end of my shift a lot of fun.”

She walked out of the diner and you sat back in your seat. As she walked out, others walked in. The second round of partying was over for the night and people were stumbling in to fill their stomachs before going out for round three. More Alphas than Betas or Omegas piled in and you were getting uncomfortable.

No one paid you any attention. Of course not, you still smelled like an Alpha and despite all the laughs with the waitress, you hadn’t broken a sweat. But you were paying attention to the rest of them. So you flagged down the now very busy waiter and paid your bill, leaving him a pretty generous tip to split with the waitress.

The street already smelled to no surprise. You wished people learned to close their windows. Top floor apartment buildings never remembered until it was time to sleep. They should learn to keep their stink in their own house. You needed another place to go. All the diners were probably just as full but if one was packed with Betas and Omegas more than Alphas, you could deal with that. The diner you stopped by was close to Maurice where the team was.

Maurice was a popular spot of the Avengers. You knew the area well enough, another diner was a little bit past the club. Was it likely to have Alphas? Probably, but there should have been a third diner just across the street so you might as well just check them both out. You pulled out your phone to check if the diner across the street was twenty-four hours, you couldn’t remember.

A shout got your attention followed by lots of growling. A second whimper and the scared pheromones of an Omega wafted past your nose. A smell you recognized having just spent several hours with her. You booked it down the street and into the backroad where the smell grew stronger. The waitress was being dragged along by several Alphas further into the alley— she tried to dig her shoes into the ground but only ended up stumbling over her own two feet. You growled as best as you could. It was only a matter of time before they used the Alpha voice on her and after that, it would be a lot harder for you to stop them.

Most of your Alpha actions came from the memories of it rather than you actually being able to do them naturally. The group stopped and looked at you. This wasn’t a time to sound semi-reasonable. So you puffed up your chest and stalked towards them.

“What do you think you’re doing with my Omega?” you snarled.

“Don’t smell a claim on her,” one of them said. “Not yours.”

“But we’d consider sharing,” another said and the others laughed.

You looked down like you were thinking before winding your fist back and connecting it with his face. The man held his jaw and looked at you. Everyone else got quiet.

“What the fuck, man?”

“I said she’s mine.”

The biggest of them stepped up to you. “We found her first. Stand down.”

“Find another.”

You both started snarling. His voice boomed as he commanded you to stand down. It scared you shitless as you felt a shift. Everything was screaming to not just relent but to also submit. That would be even worse. The thought of them finding out you were an Omega was certainly not going to end well. You thought about the waitress shivering in fear nearby and willed whatever Alpha memories you had left to help you out just once. You held a fist up.

“You want a broken jaw to match your friend’s?”

The man grumbled and shook his head out. “Not worth it. Damn, you’re one tough Alpha. God bless whoever’s fucking stuck with you.”

He and his friends laughed as they let the waitress go. They walked off, one of them patting you on the shoulder.

“Don’t know which would be better, don’t think an Alpha could even deal with that broad and an Omega…”

You didn’t hear the end of what he said but judging by the way they all laughed it was clearly a joke at your expense. The waitress was still trembling against the alley wall. You helped her to her feet. She started thanking you over and over again, mentioning how she’s never had that problem before. You took off your jacket and wrapped it around her and zipped it up.

“Go straight home.”

She buried herself in the scent of the jacket and nodded. You sighed against the wall as you heard her feet walk off. Looking down at the phone still in your hand, you went back to what you were doing seeing that the diner was actually closed. You pulled up Google to check what other diners were closed and open, feeling like you seriously needed a drink after what just happened. A hand on your shoulder made you jump before relaxing when you looked up to see it was just Steve. Now that your adrenaline was gone, his scent actually hit you. Bucky peeked out from behind him, smell hitting you like a wall as well.  

“(Y/N)? You absolutely reek, what the hell?”

They were caught off guard. You didn’t stay around long enough after sex with people to smell strongly of them and you rarely let people sniff your scent glands or even give you a hickey but the scent was so obvious. You could smell your own scent on you. Without the injection and after that stupid Alpha standoff, your pheromones were stinking up the alleyway. The only good the suppressants were doing at the moment was making sure you wouldn’t get pregnant— the whole event had you producing more pheromones than the medicine could block from emitting.

“Bunch of Alphas trying to mess with an unclaimed Omega even after it was clear she didn’t want to.”

Steve grimaced. “I hate that people think they do whatever they want just because of presentation.”

“Found her before anything happened. Gave your jacket though, sorry.”

“Don’t be, based on how you stink she probably needed it. At least she’ll get home safe. Can’t say much for you now. Seriously, (Y/N). You reek like hell.”

“She was scared shitless.”

“Tilt your head.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me, Buck?”

“It’s bad. You step out of here and they’ll all be on you. Temporary scent, just for protection. I can barely smell you past her scent.”

“I can take care of some trouble. You act like I’m not an Avenger.”

“We don’t need you giving third degree burns to every drunk Alpha or Beta that tries to cross you.”

“Steve.”

“(Y/N).”

His eyes were narrowing and you knew he was about to do another standoff. You couldn’t handle another one. You also couldn’t handle a double standoff with both supersoldiers. You were already smelling so much that if you lost— which you were sure you would— then another wave of pheromones would roll off of you and there wasn’t an Omega in the alley to blame it on. The little of your Alpha scent from your clothes wasn’t going to mean anything. You sighed as if you were annoyed and tilted your head back, exposing your neck to them.

“Don’t leave a hickey.”

They laughed against your neck and went back to sniffing and kissing the delicate area. They only sniffed and left light kisses so as not to leave a mark at your request. Steve pulled back and sniffed the air. It was still there but he smelled himself and Bucky a little bit. He wasn’t satisfied that it would be enough.

“Come on.”

He threw an arm around you and led you to Maurice and into the club where the rest of the team was sitting at a booth. Their heads snapped up as you two walked up to them. Bruce and Sam tried to keep a calm face while communicating with eyes and eyebrows to you.

“We’re taking (Y/N) home. She saved some Omega in the alley.”

Bruce nodded. “It’s probably best, no offense but you smell of them, (Y/N/N).”

“Thanks, Bruce. Last time I try to be nice for others.” You played off of him like everything was normal.

The other Alphas at the table growled and your attention was turned to a different place. Some random stranger— smelling strongly of Alpha— was eyeing you with a dark glint in his eye while you talked to them. You knew that you smelled worse than anyone in the club. Alpha pheromones were meant to travel farther than Omega and Beta. They were meant to show territory lines. Your scent was Omega but the cells pushing them out were still currently Alpha so the smell was traveling farther and stronger than it should.

Steve’s arm went back to wrap around your shoulder. Rather aggressively, he nudged your head back and began sucking at the spot on your neck where the scent glands were— staring at the other man the whole time, not blinking. Bucky did the same, gripping your waist and marking you until the other Alpha started to sweat. He didn’t relent though. It was obvious that your scent was of an unclaimed Omega and now you were in the middle of a standoff between the three of them.

Without bringing attention to himself, Sam pulled at your hand when he noticed your eyes threatening to close and knees ready to buckle. You were brought back into the moment and remembered to not give in to whatever your dumb Omega senses wanted from the Alphas currently with their lips all over your neck. You had to think of other things because if you focused too much on the semi-sexual moment, extra pheromones would start to emit and that would be the biggest mistake you could make.

The man finally looked away. Steve and Bucky had to force themselves to pull back from you, the scent of that Omega you saved unexpectedly was driving them a little crazy. They knew it was the same for the other man when they made eye contact over your head— they liked the way it smelled, kind of like your Alpha scent but with something else added.

Silently both men chuckled, this wouldn’t be the first time that they found themselves wanting to share an Omega. Of course that was way back then… You probably didn’t even know anything about the Omega you saved so they thought that they should get the scent out of their heads since there was no way of finding the woman. Steve looked at your neck and swiped at the wet spot he left behind with his thumb.

“Sorry, I couldn’t think of anything else.”

“It’s fine. Don’t know if I can show my face around here though, everyone now probably thinks I’m some weak Omega… no offense,” you said to Bruce and Wanda.

Bruce shrugged without a care knowing you were projecting extra to save yourself. Wanda didn’t take it to heart— knowing you loved her— but you noticed the slight fall of her face. It was one thing for everyone to think and feel some type of way but with two very capable Omegas on the team, no one liked to really say anything too insulting towards the dynamic. They thought it but wouldn’t say anything. You would never tell Bruce, Wanda, or even Sam about Alpha night. Everything you guys said was about the dynamic in general and never had anything to do with any Omega or Beta under SHIELD. But words on the wrong night could definitely sting. Everyone else chuckled a bit at your face.

“I think I should get home.”

The others agreed that would be best and you and the supersoldiers started out the club and home to the tower. The incident wasn’t brought up the entire way back. With not just Steve and Bucky’s scent but their physical presence there, no one bothered you on the way.

(Part 3)...

[midnightstar-90]

Kai’s reaction to your pregnancy

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Request: Anonymous~ Reacting that y/n pregnancy

A/N: I didn’t know if my anonymous user wanted an imagine or headcanon. I hope this is good enough for you. Let me know if you would prefer an imagine.

You and Kai had been trying for a baby for a year.

One day, after you saw Meadow flirting with Kai, you went off. Your outburst caught the eyes of many, including the Anderson siblings.

You normally didn’t care about who flirted with Kai, because in the end, he always chose you.

You rushed off to you and Kai’s shared room.

Winter followed you up to your room as Kai dismissed everyone.

“Hey, are you alright? I’ve never seen you act like that,” Winter asked, joining you on the bed.

You break down, crying into Winter’s chest.

After a couple minutes, you go into the bathroom. Closing the door behind you, you look for the box you hid before Kai got home.

“Y/N? Please don’t do something your gonna regret. It wasn’t that big of a deal,” Winter yelled from the hallway.

You take the pregnancy test from out of the box and prepare to take it.

When you finish peeing, you sit it down and wash your hands.

Winter continues to bang on the door.

The two minutes are up. You pick up the test and read ‘Positive’.

You unlock the door. Walking past Winter, you walk back towards the basement looking at the test with a blank face.

You make it to Kai, and you see him talking to Ally. Kai sees you, silently telling you to “Wait till I’m done”.

You patiently wait for him on the couch, looking at your legs.

When he sits next to you, you hand him the test with a small smile.

He lets out a laugh that could be heard all through the house. He jumps off the couch and runs around the room.

He moves the hair from his face and goes to sit next to you again.

He lightly grabs your chin, moving your head to face him. He stares into your eyes before giving you a passionate kiss.

“We finally did it, baby,” Kai says, not letting go of the kiss.

You nod your head as your smile widens.

“After a year, we finally created something that will carry on our legacy. You are my queen, and together we made a beautiful princess or prince. I’m so proud of you,” Kai says.

Kai holds and caresses your face while whispering, “We did it.”

He kisses your forehead multiple times before you both head upstairs to your shared room.

The night ends with a butt load of baby products being ordered. Not to mention you have 9 months, and Kai decided to express ship it.

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[pink-bear]

NSFW Alphabet: Kazuichi Soda

Pink lemonade boy~

Stuff under the cut. Character is depicted as 18+

THIS IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

When he’s giving it, he always makes sure his partner has water, a snack if they request it, and plenty of kisses and praise. When he’s receiving it, he lowkey loves being pampered, it makes him feel appreciated :’)

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

When it comes to himself, he likes his hands. He’s good at using them, and learning to use them on his partner is one of the things he perfects first.

As for his partner, he’s a butt guy for sure. Perfect for grabbing and spanking! He also very much enjoys boobs, but it’s not a requirement!

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He cums a basic amount, and likes doing so inside his partner any chance he gets (whether it’s in their mouth or their downstairs area).

He also lowkey likes the taste of his own cum, and often times lick it off himself after he’s jerked off.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Loves smelling his partner’s undies, especially when they’re away for whatever reason. He’ll sometimes even wear them and masturbate in them, too. Dirty boy...

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s super inexperienced. A number of factors went into him not losing his virginity as a teen (his social awkwardness, his anxiety, the fact he wasn’t very popular, ect.). Pretty much all the stuff he knows is from porn, and actually executing that is awkward to say the least-

BUT HOPE IS NOT LOST! Like anything in this world, the more you practice, the better you get! Once he finds an understanding and patient partner, he’ll learn the ins and outs of being a good lover, and he’ll get the hang of it in no time!

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style. Gives him access to his partner’s butt, and he loves leaning over and leaving bite marks with them sharp chompers of his. He also likes how deep he/his partner can get, and how he/his partner can reach around and pleasure whoever bottoms as well!

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Some silliness can really help settle his nerves, especially his first few times. For sure he likes it when things are passionate, but having a little bit of goofy sprinkled in, especially afterwards, can really make the whole experience that much better. If he can both satisfy and make his partner giggle, then he’s on cloud nine!

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His manscaping could be...better, but it’s nothing unbearable. Often times he just forgets to do it (this guy forgets to shower a lot too, pls be patient with him). If he has a date coming up, or his partner asks him to, he’ll trim things up a bit, but he never likes being completely bare.

And no, the carpet doesn’t match the drapes. Its black like his natural hair colour! Though he has thought about dying it too...

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

His attempts at being romantic can sometimes be a bit corny, but the passion is totally there. He’s not the best with words, but he’ll go on and on (and on and on) about how special his partner is when he’s truly found the one.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This poor guy jacks off A LOT. Being as sexually frustrated as he is, it’s not uncommon for him to crank one out daily. Once he finds a regular sexual partner it goes down, but sometimes he just can’t wait!

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sexy car washes. Skimpy clothing, getting all wet and bodies being pressed against the hood of a nice car? Oh man, he’ll cream his pants in seconds.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

He loves doing it in his workshop, and probably has an old couch there for that very reason (though he’ll say it’s for relaxing/napping to anyone who asks).

Apart from that, you can’t go wrong with the bedroom! Especially if the bed is real comfortable~

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing his partner absolutely desperate for some fuck. Talk dirty to him, whisper in his ear, tease him, and he’s READY TO GO!

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything unsanitary (pee, poop, ect.), of course. He also doesn’t really like being tied up, since it causes his anxiety to spike when he isn’t able to move his hands.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving oral, especially after a hard day’s work. He’ll happily return the favour, but it may take him a bit of practice to get good at it. Good thing he’s an eager learner! Just be careful with those teeth-

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on how he’s feeling. Sometimes when he’s real horny, he gets down to the nitty gritty. However, when he’s feeling a bit vulnerable, or he had a nice, peaceful day with his partner, he will for sure show his appreciation by being sensual and sweet.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

This man lives for quickies. A good stress reliever, and a good way to spend a break from work!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He love the idea of getting caught, but not so much actually running the risk of it. He prefers to do things in “private public places”. As in places that would normally be populated, but at certain times of the day are vacant with no actual risk. For example: His workshop after closing.

Actually getting caught makes him want to cry :’)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His stamina is kinda low, ngl. He can last a few minutes, maybe around ten at the most. He makes up for it however by the amount of rounds he can go, especially spaced throughout the day.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Soda loves toys! Vibrators are his favourite, especially using them on his partners. He also has a few sizes of dildos and butt plugs, fleshlights and some nipple clamps too!

He’s thought about making his own toys, but maybe that isn’t the best idea...

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Soda likes to tease, with that shit eating grin we all love so much. When it comes to his partners teasing him, however, he’s a total baby lol

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This boy is LOUD. Oh my lord, lots of moaning, groaning, whimpering and begging. And when he bottoms...honey, you got another storm comin’

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Soda wears a tank top and boxers under his jumpsuit. It gets pretty hot in that thing, so he doesn’t want too many layers.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His dick is uncut and pretty average in both length and width. He’s rather self conscious of it, seeing how the media portrays big dicks as the most desirable. Sometimes he even thinks of getting a piercing to “add a little something extra to it”, but is too chicken to actually go through with it. Eventually he learns it’s not the size of the boat that matters, but the motion of the ocean 🌊

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Soda’s unbelievably thirsty, it’s on his mind a lot, to a point it’ll sometimes get in the way of work. So once he gets a sexual partner, the first few months he’s gonna be pretty damn desperate for some fucc. He settles down eventually, but he can still get in the mood pretty easily, and will very rarely turn down an offer.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Once the sexy times are over, he’s out like a light. With the combination of his job, his anxiety and the strenuous task of love making, it really tires the poor guy out.

🌸🌸🌸

And there you have it! My first post on here WHOO!

Hope you enjoyed! And if you don’t agree with any of these, that’s fine! These are just my personal headcanons!

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Seth/Melm/Amber for B or JT/Melm for N?

WHY NOT BOTH 8) you know i can't resist hehehe

B for "Bed Sharing" - Seth/Melm/Amber

amber's a much lighter sleeper than seth, so she always wakes up when it happens--melmord in his room down the hall, screaming himself awake from a dream. kinda hard to miss in a mansion full of marble. shit echos.

she quietly gets up and goes to check on him like she usually does. sometimes she finds him fast asleep again, sometimes he's in tears, sometimes he's already got a joint lit and they share it. this time, he's wrapped up in his blankets, squirming around in a panic on the floor where he's fallen out of bed. amber helps free him and gets him calmed down, holds him on the floor there for a while. it's a lot like soothing her son when he's had a bad dream, but she knows melm's nightmares must come from something truly terrible. he still hasn't talked about how he got those scars. he didn't even like for amber and seth to touch him there the few times they've been intimate.

amber returns to bed, and seth wakes up and asks her what's going on.

"it's mel again... i'm just worried about him. i think his nightmares are getting worse. he fell out of bed this time, poor thing."

"we should dig out those fuckin', uh...heh, y'know, like in bowling? those bumpers we had on robbie's bed?"

bumpers... hmm. that actually gives amber an idea.

the next night, after melm secures the house and says his goodnights, amber takes his hand and gives him a slight tug towards their bedroom. "stay with us tonight, mel. you already know the bed's big enough for three."

"oh, uh... i dunno about that, ma'am. i'd probably just roll around and wake y'all up."

seth tugs him harder, grinning. "getcher ass in here already, fjordslorn."

melm finally concedes, and he seems surprised when amber doesn't take the middle position in bed. instead, her and seth settle melm in between them, and they kiss and cuddle for a little bit until he starts dozing off, nestled in safely between two warm bodies.

all three of them sleep soundly through the night, and in the morning melm wakes rested and content, and amber and seth are right there for the smooching, and then from there honestly the fic would probably just turn into a slow, relaxing morning threesome with melm getting most of the attention hehehe :3c

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N for "Next Door Neighbors" - Melm/Twinkletits

okay we're gonna tread into AU territory here! john is just a normal-ass therapist living in santa monica. he wanted to be ~*therapist to the stars*~ but most of his clients are burnt-out food service workers who had dreams of making it big. he lives in a modest apartment, and he's never really had any problems with neighbors before, but this new guy... john isn't so sure about him.

for one thing, the guy plays music sporadically at all hours. and it's not even good. luckily john can sleep in ear plugs, so it isn't that big of a deal. but then this guy also definitely smokes a ton of pot. which, y'know, john is cool, he's hip, he's done his fair share, but he quit smoking because his cat, bananas, has kitty asthma. so far, though, bananas has been fine. the other thing is this dude keeps the WEIRDEST hours. john will leave for his office at 7am and the guy will be in pajamas, smoked out, coming up the stairs with take-out, and wish him a good night like he hasn't even slept yet.

but whatever. he seems benign enough, so john just tries not to think about him too much.

there's one night, though, when john wakes up to go pee and takes out his ear plugs, and he doesn't hear music through the wall. he does hear crying. deep, wracking sobs. sounds like the poor guy's really going through it. john has a thought to go knock on his door, but decides against it. it's 4am. maybe that would be weird of him to do. he goes back to sleep.

the next day, he doesn't hear anything from the apartment. no music, no nothing. he doesn't hear the door open or close. doesn't see him out in the hall or in the building lobby. maybe he just...went out. maybe he's visiting someone.

the next morning, john still doesn't hear him, and that's when he gets worried enough to knock on the dude's door before he heads off to work. no answer. he knocks again. and again. now he's scared, but just as he thinks to get his phone and dial for help, the lock clicks, and the door opens a little.

his neighbor looks like shit, like he hasn't washed or changed clothes in over a week, and his eyes are bleary and red. "do you... need something, man?"

now john is a bit embarrassed. he'd really thought for a second that his neighbor had... "just, uh... sorry, just been a little quiet over here lately, huh? got a little worried, that's all. apologies if i woke you up."

"s'fine... what day is it?"

"it's tuesday."

his neighbor's face pinches in confusion, then crumples in despair. "oh... uhhhh... o-okay, cool..."

john can feel himself going into papa bear therapist mode. "hey, i'm dr. john twinkletits, by the way. i'm sorry i never properly introduced myself when you moved in."

"s'okay...i-i'm melmord." he sniffles. "...you're a doctor?"

"i'm a therapist." john smiles at him. "melmord, would you maybe like to come over and have some breakfast with me? i'm just next door here. you won't be going far."

melmord fidgets, looks uncomfortable. "uhh..."

"you can meet my cat, if you'd like."

melmord suddenly tears up, nods, and john puts a hand on his shoulder to draw him out of the apartment, leading him towards his own. he'll have to text his secretary to cancel the morning's appointments, but he has a feeling it's worth it to make sure melmord is all right. :')

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Scott Lang x reader slow burn Chapter 10

Warnings: none really just more angst and swearing but less than last week because i wanted to do a more light hearted chapter (this is just that by my standards lmao) I hope you enjoy … there is going to be smut VERY soon

The last week had been harder to manage than any ‘villain’ or threat to humanity that your friends had faced. Of course the physical and global destruction was lacking but your heart felt broken beyond repair. It had been a fucking disaster from start to finish and was not getting much better.

‘Come on Y/N, it’ll be okay.’

But Thor was wrong, it wasn’t. You had had to form a set of strict rules to get through each day. Number 1 (pretty obvious) :avoid Scott like the plague. Number 2: drink less and Number 3: try and stop crying over IT. None of them were proving easy and not at all fun but they did make you look a little less unhinged to your friends. Of course Thor and Tony knew how upset you were with Nat not far behind. The constant sympathetic ‘poor you’ looks were growing patronising and getting old. If they couldn’t treat you like a stable person how could you act like one?

Contact with Scott had been incredibly brief and tense to say the least. You just missed him. Who were you meant to fool around with? Who was going to hold your hand while you slept or make fun of Parker or drive you home to keep you safe? When you were alone and closed your eyes you could hear him: ‘I’m sorry if I’ve lead you on in anyway.’ But by Friday it didn’t make you cry anymore to recall it. It wasn’t sad it was frustrating. ‘Lead you on’ of course he’d lead you on and you wanted to call him out for it. Call him what your heartbroken self wanted to, a-

‘Prick!’

It was Monday: Thor’s weekly game night with ‘Noobmaster69’ and he was losing. Horrifically. Asgardians weren’t exactly fond of losing and there was, you had to admit, a lot of joy in witnessing someone so powerful fail so badly. Well you had to find relief in something. Although you did have one thing to be proud of: finally washing your greasy hair only to hear Peter singing as he got out. And you didn’t poke any fun at him because Scott wasn’t there to hear.

After deciding to stay on the couch with Thor, watching him being competitive, you continued your silent ‘soul searching’ that was so tiresome. You had become an expert on analysing every Scott interaction you had and without new ones to ‘study’ you were spent. Bored. Bored of waiting for nothing. Occasionally, you’d press pause on your self pitying to smile at Thor. Being so preoccupied with Scott had made you more neglectful of his friendship. All of your friendships really. You couldn’t remember the last long conversation you’d had with Tony that wasn’t about Scott.

‘Die! Die! Oh come o-ah Scott!’

You tried not to turn to look but it was unavoidable. Scott was stood beside the tv all of a sudden, looking dishevelled and out of place. It had been torture not to ask anyone and everyone what exactly he’d been doing the last week. ‘He’s out.’ ‘No ones seen him much today.’ ‘I dunno, maybe he’s partying.’ Fucking torture to hear. Although it was probably best he was out doing ‘things’ and away from you. At least you wouldn’t have to try and make eye contact without fighting tears. Except for that night. Of course he had to be in that night.

‘Thor…Y/N.’ Scott was almost worse than you for subtlety, his green eyes darted from Thor gaming happily to your pained eyes. And his were pained too. There was a guiltiness pressing down on him but Nat would have thought that was good. You didn’t want to be awkward around him or continue this ‘avoiding each other at all costs’ thing so you tried to end it the best way you knew how.

‘Did you hear Peter’s singing?’

It was the first thing you’d said to Scott that wasn’t ‘er’ or ‘hi’ in so long you could see relief wash over him. And you felt it wash over you in a smooth satisfying wave because his reply was:

‘Yes! It was Britney, so I had to listen.’

You both laughed, still feeling the need to to stay on opposite sides of the room for safety reasons. Thor looked amused for a moment but was invested in his game. Sweet.

‘Well,’ you leaned across the couch craving your neck closer to Scott. ‘If you like Britney maybe we should have a 00s themed party!’ Was it out of pocket? Probably. Did it feel forced to say? Yes. Did Scott look confused? Absolutely but he played along for both your sakes. It felt silly to suddenly be discussing pop star icon: Britney Spears to the man you’d been crying so heartedly over for so long. You couldn’t help feeling that he knew this wasn’t the two of you going back to ‘normal’. Not really. You had admitted far too much to ever have a ‘normal’ friendship. However it was a start.

‘Can the two of you discuss whatever nonsense Britney Spears is somewhere else?’ Thor looked as annoyed as you could be over something unimportant. Still the two of you shared a look meaning ‘Let’s leave him to it’ and walked together out of the living room. It didn’t hit you that this was the first time you had been alone with Scott since the car ‘incident’ until Nat saw you both and walked away.

‘Wow.’ You both scoffed at his strong words against Britney. ‘To speak of our lord and saviour in such a distasteful way.’ Scott dramatically put his hand on his heart and ‘fell’ backwards in agreement. ‘The horror!’ He exclaimed before you both chuckled.

‘Hey guys?’ It was Peter and he looked confused at the sight of you and Scott laughing. But who wouldn’t be after all the avoiding? You were just as confused as a participant. ‘Everyone’s kind of busy and I wanted to see B-‘

‘Back to the future playing in IMAX yes I’ll take you.’ The look in Peter’s face- bless him- he looked so pleased. Such a child. ‘Pff.’ You couldn’t help but laugh at how much of a dad Scott had just become (and the twisted part of you brain did find it a bit hot).

‘There’s a showing at 2:45-‘

‘Right. Well we’ll go to that one.’

‘Um,’

Whilst Scott was buying tickets he didn’t notice Peter’s anxious eyes flitting towards you in hopes you would offer to come. The truth was you didn’t know if one brief Britney discussion guaranteed an invite. It didn’t seem like enough but Peter looked concerned for you. Did he not want to be alone with Scott or did he not want you to feel left out? Which was it?

Your eyes moved from Peter’s to Scott’s but he chose not to give a verbal response so you let it be. ‘Enjoy yourselves,’ you smiled, overly enthusiastic as you walked away backwards. Something that didn’t escape your notice as you left was the sign of relief from Peter. There was your answer.

Mirroring Peter you let out a sign of your own, that Scott probably heard, and went to your room- but not before passing Wanda. ‘What’s wrong?’ Before you could think of a response she grinned and grabbed your hand. ‘Tony’s taking us to his pool. He’s had it redone- come on let’s go, come with us.’ Hmm. Swimming. Interactive. But she looked so excited- bless her- so you caved and returned her smile before getting changed.

Less than 15 minutes later you were sat in the passenger seat of Tony’s favourite car (you’d called shotgun of course) listening to Eminem. Poor Wanda was crammed in between Sam and Thor behind you, probably wishing she had just flown there. ‘Sam why couldn’t you have flown- to make room for Wanda?’ You asked. ‘I’m not gonna risk getting them wet. Do you know how difficult they are to re-‘

‘Look at her she’s squished though.’

‘I’ve not had enough sleep for this.’

‘I’m not arguing with you I’m just say-‘

‘Children children!’ Tony commanded the car, to no ones surprise. ‘This is not about flying. This is about getting Y/N to cheer up and for all of you to appreciate my architectural skills.’ He was driving over the speed limit but who was going to tell Tony to slow down? The man was overly caffeinated and overly theatrical.

Another 15 minutes later and you were in the ridiculously fancy changing rooms Tony had had built. ‘Why did you build so many if it’s private?’ You yelled over the door.

‘It was a strange week! Inspiration struck!’

Thor seemed to be struggling with the term ‘modesty’ because-

‘Jesu- fuck! PUT PANTS ON!’

The sound of Wanda being flashed by a God was enough to make you almost pee from laughing. They were all such children. That was a clear explanation for why you had admired Scott as soon as you’d met him. Yes he was silly but he’d actually been married. He was mature in other ways. You tried not to picture him in the cinema with Peter because what did you have to be jealous of? Peter was still dating MJ as far as you knew and Scott saw him the same way you did. You still wanted him there with you all even if it was going to be uncomfortable.

And then sadness clung itself to you like a rope with no slack. You forgot why you were even where you were in the first place. Why had you come? Oh for Wanda. But Tony said this was to cheer you up? You’d even forgotten how to swim properly, it had been so long. It had been too long since anything normal.

Tags: @supraveng @thottio @wandamaximoffshoe @aliceblxck @merleisapartygod

[dylan-o-yumm]

ABC’s of Vergil

(WARNING! Obviously nsfw) 

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Vergil won’t do much after sex except for maybe letting you rest your head on his chest or use his arm as a pillow. He’ll occasionally stroke your hair, but only if he’s in a good mood. He’ll also maybe help clean you up a bit, but most times he doesn’t bother, because “that’s your problem, not mine.” If it was a particularly rough session, he might stay awake to talk to you a bit, or read some poetry to bring you back down to earth, but that’s about as soft and romantic he gets with aftercare. 

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Doesn’t really care about what he looks like, whether its because he knows deep down he looks like his brother, or because, why care about his own looks when there are much more pressing topics to endure? With you, he kind of feels the same way, he feels that a persons appearance shouldn’t matter at all because… well, whats the point? But, if he had to pic a part of you that he might find himself gazing at once every while, it would either be your lips or your hips. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

After discovering he has Nero, he did his research and becomes a little worried whenever engaging in sexual intercourse with you. So, he will never cum inside you, even if you’re on the pill or any other contraception types. Even if he’s wearing a condom, he will try to pull out before he cums because he is so paranoid that you’ll end up pregnant. He has heard of contraception failures, like condoms breaking or whatnot. He also knows that precum can get a woman pregnant, so he always makes sure to use protection. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Dante was talking about some odd kind of videos, saying that Vergil would probably like them since he’s into the whole Japanese aesthetic. He was just goofing around of course, but Vergil didn’t know what this was (cause he’s been in Hell for a long time and is only just getting used to the internet) so, he looked up this… “hentai” that Dante spoke of and was more than surprised at what he found. He became even more surprised when he found he didn’t exactly hate it either…  He doesn’t watch it often, hardly at all actually. Much prefers your body over some pixels on a screen. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

(Nero’s mum was his first, fight me) Poor dude had little to no experience when he first slept with you. You want to help him develop his skills? Too bad, shut up and let him discover what he likes most for himself. He will not let you, in any way, shape or form, suggest other things or positions he might like. If you happen to enjoy what he’s doing so far, good. If not, thats not his problem. He’ll slowly gets better at actually focusing on your pleasure instead of his own, but in the beginning he doesn’t even think about what you’re feeling. You’re moaning though, thats a good thing, right? 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably exclude a visual)

Vergil likes positions where he doesn’t have your eyes on him. He doesn’t like when you face him and stare at him, because he feels a bit awkward when you moan and look at him with lust and desire in your eyes. Anyone else would find it hot, but not Vergil. So, taking you from behind while you’re on your knees, face pressed into the mattress or floor is one of his favourites. Also bending you over furniture is very arousing to him, with his hand pressed firmly on the side of your head, pinning you down while he snaps his hips against your ass. Just the thought of you like that is enough to make his mind spiral into nothing but dirty thoughts. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment or are they humorous, etc)

He is as serious as they come! Unlike Dante, who loves to make his s/o laugh at any given chance, Vergil much prefers to simply focus on getting the pleasure he so desires. If you start laughing about something while he’s balls deep inside you, he will straight up cover your mouth with his hand to shut you up. But, for whatever reason, if that doesn’t stop you, and he can still hear your giggles, he will either set a brutal pace to insure you can’t even remember how to laugh, or simply walk away. Want to laugh like its all a joke? Have fun reaching an orgasm by yourself. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc?)

His hair is surprisingly down a lot more than you’d expect, he only really keeps it up during the day, but will let it down at night. He’s very well groomed, always hygienic. He seems bare up top, crazily smooth even on his arms and legs, but he does actually have hair there, they’re just very fine and, because they’re white, you can only really see them in the sun. However, he does have a nice and even patch of white hair at his crotch. Literally never lets it get to be too much, he basically has a shower ritual, so don’t worry about him getting all scruffy and smelly on you. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Hardly romantic. Especially not at first. In the beginning he only cares for his own pleasure, and that will always be somewhat of an issue with him, but he does manage to get better as time goes on. It was actually his poetry that made him realise that, some love poem about treating your partner better than anyone. He kind of brushed it off at first, but it was always in the back of his mind. However, before then, he is very cold and distant, even when he’s got you shuddering as you reach your climax right under him. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcannon)

Doesn’t do it. He did a few times before he met you, but he always felt disgusted about it. He found it dirty and almost repulsive at some times. He knows that its a normal thing that a lot of people do, but he finds it uncomfortable when he does it himself. Doesn’t mean he hasn’t, there were a few times when he felt very needy and simply couldn’t ignore the tent forming in his pants, so he quickly jerked off and came into his hand, trying to make as little of a mess as possible, then washed his hands almost frantically. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Likes choking and breath play, giving not receiving. He always has to be in charge, so he’s heavily into being dominant. He always found bondage to be fascinating, but never acted on it, because he felt like it would be too weird and he would be judged or made fun of for it. Basically anything where he’s the alpha who gets to be in charge of everything, is what really gets him going. If you tell him you want to be in charge, he will most likely laugh in your face and say “oh, you think you can make me submit? Foolish” so, feel free to try, but he won’t go easy on you, it’ll take a lot of strength and power to get him to do what you say. 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Isn’t too kinky when it comes to location. A bed will suffice him well enough, but he won’t say no to a good, sturdy desk or table. He isn’t one for having sex in public places, more so because he has a reputation to uphold, not because he doesn’t want anyone seeing you naked or anything. He would probably like other people to see what it is they can’t have and practically rub their faces in it, but thats more of an unsurfaced fantasy that he will never be making a reality. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Sitting in his lap and grinding against him is probably the quickest way to get him riled up. But surprisingly, even though he’s always rough and tough and hardly ever shows his emotions willingly, he is a sucker for your lips on his neck. Shockingly, something he isn’t in control of and could be a sign of weakness in his eyes, gets him hard in no time, if done correctly. Suck his sweet spot, maybe bite a little bit and you might just pull an unwilling sound out of his mouth. As soon as that happens though, be ready to be slammed down on whatever surface is closest, because he needs to put you back in your place. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Inviting other people into bed with you is a big no. I mean, theres a chance he might go for it on one of his good days, but don’t expect that person to be walking out of the room alive afterwards. He wont be submissive, he wont be humiliated, he wont be tied, bound, blindfolded or gagged. He doesn’t even want to hear about golden showers or anything involving pee or fecal matter. Toys used on him are a no. Pretty much anything that sounds like it could be used against him in a humiliating fashion, he won’t even think about it, it will be a straight up no. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Does’t really care for either. He’ll go down on you rarely, because his pleasure comes first remember? He is very skilled at it though and will have you begging for him to eat you out whenever you two have free time on your hands. If you go down on him, he just gets impatient, because he can’t go as hard as he wants or he will literally kill you, and he prefers to hear your erotic sounds, rather than them being muffled around his cock. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Almost always fast and rough with you, likes to have you screaming his name with tears streaming down your face from the intense pleasure he gives you. Likes to leave a red print on the side of your face as he holds you down with your cheek pressed into whatever surface you’re on. He likes how you get lost in the pleasure and can’t think of anything to say other than his name. He gets cocky when he watches you walk funny for the next couple of hours, the ache between your legs making you shuffle around awkwardly like a penguin. Why be slow and sensual when nothing can beat those fun, little details? 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s not really for or against them. He doesn’t like the idea of having to rush, but if you both have a minute to spare through a busy schedule, he will pin you against a wall, take your pants off, shift your panties to the side and fuck you nice and fast to quickly bring you both to climax. He does much prefer to take his time with with you though, savouring the feeling of your warmth and tightness, while listening to your moans and screams as if they’re his favourite song. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

The biggest risk he ever took with you was teasing you under the table while out for dinner with the Devil May Cry crew. You were being bratty before hand so he had to teach you a lesson somehow, and just how lucky were you to be wearing a skirt? He usually wouldn’t do such a thing because he found it dirty and unnecessary, especially in public. But if you rile him up, he has to assert his dominance somehow, even if he is arguing with his brother while doing so. He didn’t want to get caught for his own benefit, so he didn’t draw attention to you, didn’t tease you by making you talk to anyone while pinching your bundle of nerves. Which you were thankful for. You did hate how calm and collected he looked the whole time, while you were left biting down on your tongue to keep yourself quiet. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they last for, how long do they last…)

With his demonic side, he has a lot more stamina than an average man, so realistically he can go for maybe 5+ rounds if he really wanted to. But, he finds just one to be quite enough. He isn’t a sex fiend like his brother who could have sex all day, every day, finding that indulging his sexual pleasure just once a day or so is more than enough. He doesn’t push himself after his first orgasm, because he thinks ‘what is the point of continuing when I’ve already gotten what I so desired?’ One round can last a while though, he’s pretty good at control so he can last as long or short as he wants, ranging from a 5 minute quick to over an hour, but it both depends on his mood and whether or not you’ve been bratty. (Be bratty if you want him to last longer). 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No toys for himself but he did manage to get into the use of handcuffs and blindfolds for you, but only if you bought them yourself because he would never be caught doing anything more than merely looking in the direction of a sex shop. If you have a vibrator or dildo for yourself for when he’s away or whatever other reason, he wont mind too much, surprisingly doesn’t get offended or jealous, but he will say something along the lines of “Do what you want while I’m away, but I know a piece of plastic cannot be more pleasurable than I?” Just know that while he is in the same house as you, you wont even think of using them or you’ll be punished. 

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease)

(I’m in two minds about this one) Vergil doesn’t tease too much surprisingly, not the kind of guy to beat around the bush. His form of teasing is more of a punishment, like not letting you cum, or making you cum too many times to the point your begging him to stop. That’s only if your bratty and question his dominance. That’s also later into the relationship, earlier on he doesn’t even bother with any form of teasing, its just, get whatever pleasure you can before I finish and thats it. If you tease him though, you’ll be in for a real treat… 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s very quiet. Maybe a few grunts here and there, but you’ll never catch him moaning. Even when you kiss and bite his neck how he likes it, he never releases a moan, its more of an animal-like growl instead. (He totally purrs when you massage his scalp or play with his hair, but he suppresses it enough that you can’t hear it, however there is no stopping the deep rumbling in his chest, like he’s vibrating)(Don’t mention it to him though, or he’ll swat your hand away any time you go to touch his hair). 

W = Wildcard (Get a random headcannon for the character of your choice)

Vergil is only as rough and focused on himself, because he is surprisingly pretty self conscious. In his mind, its better to be the monster everyone sees him as, rather than showing a different side of him and either being judged or belittled because of it. He feels that if he were to be gentle, loving and passionate with you, he would be seen as vulnerable and weak. So, even if he is feeling a little touch starved, and wants to be more kind and gentle with you (human side of him), that feeling inside him that doesn’t want to be weak or used (demon side of him) is much stronger. 

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Vergil is above average, nice in both thickness and length. He has a prominent vein on the underside and curves upwards slightly, and a round, pink tip. Honestly, he just has a very attractive looking penis. He doesn’t get cocky about it, doesn't like to walk around naked, so theres no showing off from him because he doesn’t care.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He could last a week without sex if he wanted to, but he enjoys the act like most people do and finds himself being greedy sometimes. He will want to have you at least once every day or two. However, if you two are separated for a while, he doesn’t find it to be a problem and can handle going a week or even a few weeks without indulging in any sexual activities. 

Z = ZZZ (…how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Since he’s got supernatural stamina and doesn’t go many rounds with you, he doesn’t tire himself or get worn out, even though at the pace he goes, it would be enough to make any ordinary man exhausted. However, while you are struggling to keep your eyes open, since you are human and his strength easily wears you out, he will be siting beside you, resting his back on the headboard of the bed, probably reading while you curl up to his side and fall asleep. 

Hope you guys liked this, sorry if it wasn’t as romantic and soft as you hoped lol

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session 12 notes

one day . one day i swear i will fix this formatting but today is not that day

Lol late is my brand

Let's go

The halflings can stack up under a trench coat

Adam has disguise self

Aerana and asyna don't need to do anything kinda

Now we're talking abt the road to el dorado

We just killed loser boy

Kenku got info from adam, cel and theo

What are we doing lmao

Adam is jiggling the small room's door and we go inside the room

Inside looks like an office, shelf w pickled body parts + cataloguing what the parts r and what they do

They were running away lmao ok

Yes we're still salty about this

"different interpretations of charm person" - jacob, 2020

Body part stuff

No halfling writing system in waterdeep

Dwarf toes, elven ears

Magic items ? Cel rolls perception 22

Weird jar w dull amber colored liquid, don't know if it's magical but noticed; unlabeled

"the jar of necrotic pee" - jacob, 2020

Smells like aloe

Adam smells his fire-resistant potion and it smells more like burnt ash

Smth else cel found has strange engravings

Just looks like metal bar

Boxy squarish iron bar abt the size of a halfling; it's strong but surprisingly light

Adam picks it up and hits a wall w it

Adam rolls for attack, 4

Nothing rlly happens

Makes a ringing sound

None of us can read giant

Looks rlly strange, written in blocky linear runes

A few things on it that stick out like engravings of ppl

Big bearded humanoids but small and fine so difficult to make out

Adam rolled 17 for investigation through files

Some stuff related to running wig shop; shop was at least somewhat a legitimate business

Notes abt billing for criminal organizations and guilds

Some ref to meeting w xant middlemen who would collect bodies

Names

Noska

Hired gorrick to track us down ??

N ?????

Adam looking for a key in the desk, doesn't find it

Head to the chest, adam tries to open

Not locked

A bunch of teeth

It's a mimic, adam has to roll damage

Adam is hit

Adam takes 10 damage

We're looking at diff things around the room and then hear a screech of pain as adam gets bitten

Slams down on adam's hand and four little eyes pop up and stare as it eats adam's hand

Mimic takes 9 damage as adam explodes

Cel shoots an arrow into the eye

22 to hit, 8 damage

Adam uses cutting words

-1d6

"hey fuck"

Adam could try to pull his hands away

Adam pulls his hands out

Adam bends down to it and takes a ration out of his backpack

"dom I'm gonna bend down to it"

The chest has closed back

Adam is going to throw rations instead, dex check

13; doesn't open so adam drops food on its head

Chest sits there looking at adam and eventually out of the side of the chest a weird stretchy amoeba-like arm comes out of it, takes the food and throws it in its mouth

"who's a good boy ? Who's a good boy !! Who's a good chest !!" adam, 2020

Adam takes out all his five rations and makes a trail leading out of the room

Chomper ? Maybe

It looks uninterested and its eyes have shut

Looks exactly like a chest now and hasn't moved; still has an arrow but just looks like a normal chest

It's a small chest that's pickuppable

Adam wants to walk his chest

Adam casts sleep on the chest

7d8s

27hp

When adam casts sleep the chest doesn't move, adam rolls perception 5

Adam tries to pick it up from behind v carefully from the bottom

It's kinda stuck to the floor and the wall; doesn't appear willing to budge

Asyna is still ape!asyna

Tries picking it up from behind like adam

Rolls a 6; won't move

One of its creepy tendrils sticks out and hits ape!asyna

10 bludgeoning damage; ape!asyna basically got slapped but now stuck to the chest

It's kind of loose now

Ape!asyna rolls a 20 and yanks it off the wall, now just dangling off asyna's arm and it's heavier than asyna thought it was

Feels dense

Adam is gonna try and tie its mouth shut

"he kinda starts flailing around a bit" dom, 2020

"aw he likes his new leash" jacob, 2020

Jacob gets hit again

Ape!asyna is gonna try and pull it off, 17 and gets off

Large clump of fur comes off and it's painful

adam "I'm going to try and use centrifugal force to swing it over my head"

"make a strength check" dom, 2020

Rolls 17

Slams it on desk, doesn't let go, nature check adam has no idea what it is

At some point the chest drops off, we stand back and adam casts shatter

11 damage

Chest kind of melts into the floor almost like it deflated, starts snaking way across room until it finds a hole and slithers up and disappears

"fuck you too chompi" adam 2020

Where it dissolves is 20 gold

"n I c e . That was worth the four spell slots" adam, 2020

Adam disguises self and turns into his dad

Adam is a tiefling

Dad is not a tiefling

Taller, dark black hair but not curly, short on the sides + floof forward

Looks more confident than adam

Same freckles

No one knew adam had freckles

Look p similar overall

Sounds the same as adam when he talks

He's a human

We don't know it's adam's dad

"a real dilf" dom, 2020, about adam's dad

"not like your REAL DAD, JACOB, JESUS" dom, 2020

Now we don't have time to unpack ALL OF THAT

Gonna find a hotel or smth

Except gotta disguise selves first

In the wig shop there is any wig u could possibly desire

Some mounted beards

Can't tell if any of the wigs r magical

I don't haAve magicccc :(

Adam puts a blonde wig on the ape

I thought asyna un-aped

Asyna un-apes and disguises self as asyna

Theo takes a long brunette wig w a braid down the back

Cel wants to pretend to be adam's child

Gets a curly dark hair wig

Hammer pants

Cel theo and adam all have freckles

It's nighttime springtime in waterdeep; it's raining

Trades ward going to find a hotel

Avoid own houses for awhile

Going to nearest inn

Let's go to the yawning portal

It is an inn not just a bar

Typ is in fact in the trades ward

One room as the father and two daughters and one room as lesbian elves

Durnan's downstairs and is friends w mirt

We head over to typ

This ward is busier than others we've seen at this time of night

Walk over to side entrance of typ

It never shuts down; always ppl here

Familiar warmth as we approach

Bard competition

Ppl placing bets, drinking, sitting in booths

The rooms r upstairs

Adam calls himself lysander

"a room for me and my daughters"

They get a room on the third story

Room on the third floor

We rendezvous in adam's room

We hear a scream echo out from the well

Adam has two plans

One includes his pants

The pants plan is we track down the dude w the pants

Second includes him singing, waiting to get mugged by the zants

Get mercenary help ?

Pants is plan c

Durnan is plan a

Cel is portia

Theo is lavinia

The doors lock

Long rest? Long rest maybe later

Adam and cel go up to one of the goliaths

"hey there big friend"

He looks like a well-read person

Takes out honey and asks him if he knows what it is

O it's honey

"well there r means of finding this out . For a price"

How much per item - FIVE GOLD

Adam hands him 10 gold and the big rod

"this is a jar of ointment that was first created by the wizard kyogton" I have no idea what that wizard's name is but that's what it sounded like

A dose can be swallowed or applied to the skin and in addition to healing and rejuvenating health, any poison or disease it may have is instantaneously cured

Can't tell how many doses in it

It's v expensive, v rare

Now the stick and he looks uber interested in it

"hm , where did you find this"

"my dad's attic ,,, he's a hoarder"

"let's make a deception check with a capital d"

Nat 1

Adam tells this guy the whole thing and the guy nods

"this is a valuable piece . Would you be interested in parting with it"

Cloud giants made them so their servants could help them build their castles

It's an immovable rod

Writing speaks of ancient cloud giants that were war-inclined

Flat button on the end of it

He sticks it out into the air and presses the button; when he takes his hand away, the rod doesn't fall and it stays floating in the air

Adam grabs onto it but he can't move it

Anybody can push the button tho

Adam asks what the goliath is offering

Offers us 5,000 gold

Adam gets his name - woetheir ????

Woetheir frequents typ when he's here

They're going on a quest; were asked by the open lord to complete a task on the isle of chault

Adam's gonna go to bed

Cel's gonna take a bath

We take long rest

Durnan time

Adam gives durnan a quick rundown of what happened

"ayo what's poppin durnan long time no see my guy"

It's morning it's 9ish breakfast time

Doesn't give any indication whether or not he recognizes them

Adam asks for scrambled eggs and bacon

Adam's asking if he knows anything abt the xants

Theo asks durnan if there's somewhere more secluded they can talk

Gestures to one of the booths and theo cel adam go over

They're uh . Telling durnan everything p much

He has look of passive disinterest but slightly less disinterest the more of the story they tell

"how is mirt?"

"he has renaer and floon"

"he's let himself go"

The xants r v powerful; leadership inscrutable even to open lord herself

Prior, durnan didn't care abt open lord

Guesses whoever obtains the stone would b hunted by the city which could b problematic

Half a million gold dragons

Could get help outside the city ? Roots go deep but do not extend outwards

Flee or contact city officials

"I think theo has a crush on him" adam, 2020

Stone is likely being taken or was already taken to guild hq

We could bust into hq but probs bad idea

Durnan says he's sure anyone could break into xants hq

Lmao durnan sounds so weighed down by life

Every now and then he looks over to well

Durnan is basically saying friendship is magic

The xants don't often come to typ and don't draw swords there

They fear it and durnan

"what's the hole?" adam rolls for insight, dirty 20

Odd expression comes across durnan's face

Mixture of disgust and longing

Uh … disgust and longing … for a hole? Ok durnan

We don't have to talk abt that I guess

Cel asks durnan to send a message to mirt to let him know we're safe but probs not gonna see him for awhile

Apparently the xants aren't too particular abt their henchmen

He says ask the barkeep abt it

Passive perception

At some point durnan leaves and right as theo says that we hear a loud thump and someone says "cripes"

Jones ?

Cel looks under the table and there's jones

Cel drags him out

Theo has a new idea "hey guys let's not go through with using adam as bait yet"

Adam looks down at the goblin and threatens to make him deaf

Plan d is to eat jones

We take jones upstairs

Theo explains her new plan

If the stone is already at their hq

We go to them

Jones doesn't mess w the xants

Why is jones rhyming

What r we talking abt lmao oops I was looking at primary results

I'M SCREAMING I DIDN'T KNOW GOODSPACEGUY WAS 81

No one has asked us for info abt the stone ?

Lmao is this like @me abt what's his name

Jb nevercaught ???? Jp nevercaught ?????? Idk who he is

What's our goal

We gotta figure out what we wanna do ig

We just wanna know where the xants r otherwise we duct tape his mouth and tie him up

"consider it stroked and very, very much needed" jones, 2020

To the dock ward in a wrecked whale oh the wrecked whale

"not the erect whale" cel, 2020 ????

There's a knock at the door

There's no peephole

Asyna asks "who is it"

HAHAHHAHAHA

MARGUERITE LMAO

"uh I work at the bar downstairs uh durnan had some - he wanted to speak to the drow"

I'm screwed

He has page hat on

"first durnan said we could stay as long as we'd like"

And he was offered money by this guy to speak to me

There's an elven man w v long and stringy hair, pointed nose and pointy ears

Looks rlly skinny and physically weak

Looking over scrolls

"guess who"

What the fuck

Nareel ??? naREEL????? WHO THE FUCK IS NAREEL???????

I don't kNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING !!!!!!

The stone fascinates him

Offering us partial membership

Occasional encouragement to go on various missions

He has resources

Treasure and gold involved, but not for the weak-willed

Offering 500 gold for completion of a task

They have captured a high-ranking member of the xants and tried to get info of him

More resilient than they thought he would be

They need him back in three days

Is this a roast session ???? Of aerana ???? When she dips to hang out with the other guy ???????

They're trying to figure out who her friend is

Jones wanted to be a painter

Adam is offering to have jones join us to maybe kill him??????

If he wants gold he has to go get it

They'll keep

"I'm gonna fill your goody bag real good so you better keep your mouth shut" adam, 2020 to jones

Oh god I'm such an avoidant lmao

Oh god I don't

"these conversations will become more difficult as things become more difficult but I think for now that went as well as it could have possibly gone"

"you will find him in your basement"

wHICH BASEMENT

We're gonna go home

To the north ward we go

You go to the basement

The ropes look kinda weird

He's not tied with rope

They're metal bands looped around him

Metal bindings

Doesn't look like he's gonna get out of it

Adam and cel don't see anything out of the ordinary but have noticed things moved around a little bit

Dwarf w dark brown skin, white/gray beard, looks roughed up - not injured, just worse for wear

Adam has him make a wisdom saving throw

Adam charms him

Approaches him first

Adam starts massaging his shoulders

Jfdkaslfha then takes the gag off

"are you here to let me out?" the dwarf

"even better I'm here to spend some quality time with you" adam, 2020

Says he has to get back to the master

Master silgar must be fed

His sacred duty is to feed master silgar

Master silgar has a shimmering son what

"Shakes the oceans with a swish of his body"

In the beginning there was xanathar and then he said silgar should be the one they care for until the seas rise and destroy the city

Controls the eye of the xanathar as the eye of the xanathar control him

His name is ot stillgeer

Adam says his name is cain

Blasphemy for adam to propose bringing lord silgar to him

Lord silgar lives in a great temple

He's the high priest of silgar

We're telling him it's our summer home

Adam winks at everyone and we go upstairs

Adam casts second-level sleep on him

44hp puts him to sleep

Adam is gonna disguise-self a beard when the dwarf next wakes up

Stage it so it looks like he had been there for a month

Everyone changes their clothes

Tally marks on the wall

It's like late afternoon at this time

Adam tells him he woke up after 79 days, rolls for deception

Rolls a 24

Looks over and says "79 days"

"am I dead"

"no but the xanathar want you dead"

"I'm free"

23 for deception

Lord silgar is a fish? A fish ? A goldfish

Lord xanathar loves his goldfish more than anything

Ot has to replace the fish

19 mans is telling the truth

Not really any sign we're being watched when cel rolls for perception

We watch ot, take turns resting and surveilling our own house

Night comes

When asyna is on watch in the tower

Sees figures start making way across street to our house

6 humanoids start trying to break into the house

Glass shatters as one goes through a window

The tapestry was lord silgar

The goldfish has no connection to the koi fish asyna spoke to

Two objectives?

Find the stone

Or control the xanathar w a fish

The stone is a map to half a million gold

[jimblejamblewritings]

changes hurt | part 3.

Summary: (Y/N) has always been one of the stronger Alphas. Which is saying something when the Avengers is a team overrun with Alphas. A mission gone wrong changes her entire world and when everyone starts treating her different, she doesn’t know if she can cope. Change hurts and (Y/N)’s not sure it’s a pain she cant bear.

Warnings for the Series: strong language, angst, fluff, assault, a/b/o dynamics, sexual content (not sure if there will be smut or just talks, leaning more to just talks but since I don’t know, let’s just say 18+ readers only)

Pairing: Steve x black!reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

You dragged yourself out of bed early in the morning like you had been doing for the past couple of weeks and trudged to the bathroom. Your new normal, you thought as you pulled the band tight through your teeth and stabbed the syringe into your thigh. Chewing the Omega suppressant, you quickly showered and made your way into the gym for training.

The black sports bra was still slightly damp. You had taken to handwashing all of your clothes, the scent not quite disappearing if it was hand washed rather than machine-washed. You couldn’t go on any longer without washing your training clothes but needed the smell to stay on. Bruce was working late in the nights when everyone left the lab to try and reverse the serum but so far nothing was coming back indicating a breakthrough.

You avoided sparring when you could and opted for the bots— not always successful. Sam was usually your partner because it made everything easier. But there were other times it had to be someone else and you just prayed no one would smell a thing. Like now with Nat. She knocked you flat on your ass and you grumbled as she stretched out a hand to help you up.

“Pretty soon I’ll be the one with the winning streak,” she said with a smirk.

“Shut up, you got lucky.” You snapped.

Nat held her hands up in surrender before placing them on her hips.

“What has you so worked up? So damn irritable. Those suppressants are messing with you, I swear.”

“Must have taken two pills by accident this morning, wasn’t paying attention.”

“You’re always so on top of it. Had to have been a rough start to make you that forgetful.”

“Yeah, rough start,” you muttered.

You rubbed at your side and headed into the locker room. The rest of the team followed behind to grab their equipment and head back upstairs for showers and a break. Sam stopped you in the locker room after everyone else walked out.

“You’ve got to start taking both shots in the morning,” he whispered.

The injections were administered in two doses. You took one when you woke up and one in the evening to spread it out, finding that taking both at the same time didn’t make you feel so hot. Some people could handle the double dosage, you couldn’t.

“The team’s starting to wonder why you’re always disappearing during dinner and come back a few minutes later,” he explained.

“I have to pee.”

“They’re not really buying that excuse from Bruce and I anymore.”

You chewed on your bottom lip. It wasn’t the easiest to take both in the morning but if everyone was getting suspicious then maybe it was for the better to do so. You decided it was ultimately for the best. Starting tomorrow, you would get up a little earlier and take both shots and use the extra morning time to try and recover before heading to training.

When you entered your room, you frowned at the sight and smell of people on your couch.

“FRIDAY, what did I say about just letting people into my room?”

“They insisted it was urgent, (Y/N).”

You huffed and walked over to where Sharon, Maria, Bucky, and Steve were sitting on your couch. The scowl on your phase let them know to be quick. Maria unlocked the tablet and handed it to you.

“SHIELD wants a small group for this one. Sam’s going to be taking the West Coast so I’m the replacement.”

“Nat?” you asked.

Sharon rolled her eyes. “Going with Sam since she knows the men. I’m her replacement so deal with it.”

Instead of growling, to everyone’s shock, you just let it go and locked the tablet. Maria took the tablet back from you.

“Ok, I’m briefed. We leave in three days, understood. Now get the fuck out of my space.”

It came out as a snarl and they were on their feet. No matter what your cells might suddenly say, you had spent your whole damn life as an Alpha and that didn’t miraculously change. It especially didn’t change when everyone still thought you were an Alpha. The four in front of you opened their mouths and then closed them.

“You good, (Y/N/N)?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah,” you said tense. “I was just trying to relax after training and I’m not getting that right now.”

“Right, sorry.”

They started to pile out. It wasn’t that you wanted to relax. You wanted them out of your space because the smell was too much, especially with Bucky and Maria being the only claimed ones in the room. You glared at the couch that was now covered in them. How long had they been waiting in your room? Steve stopped when he saw you rub your temples. His hand on your shoulder made you calm immediately before you tensed up at the fact you simply melted under his touch.

“Maybe you should go to the masseuses downstairs. Have professional help instead of whatever you do.”

“I’m fine, Steve. Just need a bath and a nap.”

He gave you a nod and left with the others. You took in a deep breath once he was gone. Warming up your hands, you touched the pillows and watched them burn up in your clutches. Every pillow except for the one Steve had been holding was burnt off of the couch. Your alarm rang and you sighed. Even with the suppressants, you weren’t sure how bad a heat would be. Bruce tried to walk you through it but said that it was only understandable once you went through it physically. The only thing you knew was that a rut was not nearly as bad and you’d give anything to have one instead.

The bath wasn’t warm but freezing cold. You felt hot— not as sweaty as most Omegas but definitely slightly overheating. If you had to you could easily get up and still handle your daily tasks. But you couldn’t deny the warmth in your lower abdomen was something you rather have gotten rid of through natural means. You tilted your head back and enjoyed the rest of the bath, mentally preparing yourself for the nightly shot you’d have to take once you got out.

The team questioned the missing seat of their team member. Bruce and Sam tried to distract but no one paid attention. Sam was the first to come up with a bullshit excuse that you went to find a hookup and were either coming home late or not at all. Nat asked FRIDAY so she could figure out if they needed to set anything aside for you to eat later.

“There’s no need to call her. Miss (L/N) is in her room.”

“I’ll get her,” Steve stood up. “Probably just forgot after hooking up.”

Wanda laughed. “Have we met many presentations that made (Y/N) forget to want to have dinner after sex?”

The elevator doors closed before Sam and Bruce could do anything about it. Steve knocked and you didn’t reply. He figured he could just walk in when FRIDAY informed him that the door wasn’t locked. You were sitting on the edge of the tub and pulled the band. You stabbed the syringe into the vial of serum to suck it up before sticking the needle into your thigh.

“(Y/N)?” Steve called into the duplex.

The suddenness of his voice scared you, you hadn’t smelled him coming in. Your fingers fumbled as you tried to grab the vial but it shattered on the floor. You muttered no’s over and over again as you looked at the destroyed medicine.Your head snapped up when you heard the creak of the stairs as Steve’s foot stepped on it. You were sweating in panic and even worse you could smell Steve and it made the warmth in your abdomen burn a little more.

“You still have an Omega here?” he called as his nose was suddenly flooded with the scent of an Omega he didn’t recognize.

You saw your chance.

“Holy shit, Steve, get the fuck out! Be down in a minute.” Your voice summoned up as much Alpha in it as possible.

“Sorry. Sorry. Just thought you came back alone.”

He retreated and you waited until you heard the door close. You went back to the broken vial and spilled serum. You were in heat, even if you stayed in your room someone ran the risk of smelling it. There was no choice but to take the vial meant for tomorrow morning and join them at dinner. You’d have to beg Bruce to try and get you just one more bottle before the next month of injections was delivered. With extra careful hands, you took the vial for tomorrow morning and stabbed the syringe into it.

No one was any wiser when you got downstairs, instead cracking jokes about Steve almost walking in on something he shouldn’t have. He just complained that your suppressants were making you annoying that day and hoped you never lost focus on taking your meds again. You sat next to Sam and dropped your head on his shoulder before grabbing some food to pile on your plate. Steve was on the other side of him and you were trying to control every urge to reach out to him— the thought scaring you a little bit. On the team, Steve was the only unclaimed Alpha. That had to be the reason you felt so drawn, at least that’s what you were telling yourself. Which meant sooner or later you’d have to go out and find somebody else to try and suppress any urges.

“You watching a movie with us?” Wanda asked.

You straightened up and grabbed your plate, dumping the scraps in the trash and the dish in the sink. With your classic side smile, you strutted to the elevator. No matter what, you remembered how to be an Alpha.

“Sorry, Wands. Still a little busy upstairs if you know what I mean.”

“You should’ve invited them down for dinner.”

You barked out a laugh. “No chance. They’ll start thinking I’m trying to bond with them.”

The elevator closed before anyone could say anything else. You muttered a thank you to no one in particular that you were in the clear. No one would bother you for the rest of the night. You texted Bruce. The message he sent back wasn’t particularly comforting. He wasn’t sure if he could sneak out a vial to replace the one you dropped. It was easier to fudge the numbers for the beginning month shipment but not once a few weeks had gone by. You sighed in frustration and practically buried yourself under your comforter.

~~

No one else was allowed to touch your mission bag. It was a small mission but Maria said you guys would have to hideout for a few days. Which meant you would have to bring the injections with you. You weren’t taking the chance of letting anyone else touch your bag and accidentally breaking the vials or discovering them. Very carefully, you set down the bag by your feet and sat down in the co-pilot chair. You stiffened at the footsteps behind you.

“I thought Buck was flying with me,” you said.

“He and Steve are running over last minute plans. You’re stuck with me.”

Sharon sat down in the other seat. Neither one of you looked at each other. You didn’t have to talk to get the job done so the flight was long and silent. You stretched and jumped out of the quinjet when it reached the safe house. The other four followed behind you, the feeling of still being a leader made you feel warm and proud inside. The safe house was nothing spectacular but it also wasn’t the worst one, some were literal shacks in the desert.

“Alright.” Maria dropped her bag. “Buck and I are in the small room. Sharon, Steve, and (Y/N) get the big one.”

You almost dropped your bag. “What?”

“Three unclaimed Alphas. Not smart to have you guys room with me or Bucky when we both have bonds. I’m not saying anything would happen but if the mission accidentally starts you up, better to be safe about it. Before our partners kill you when we get back home.”

You sulked into the big room and threw your stuff on the smaller twin bed in the corner. No one thought much of it. It was easy to assume that you were just annoyed at the thought of having to room with Steve and Sharon, especially when they would be sharing the bigger full-size bed. Internally you were panicking.

You had been on missions with Maria before, she was a heavy sleeper. If it wasn’t a high-stakes mission so close to what should have been your usual rut time, you would have bunked with her no problem. And her tendency to not wake up once her head hit the pillow was perfect for you. It gave you a nice window of opportunity to take your suppressants and injections. The safe house only had one bathroom and you didn’t want to risk carrying the vials back and forth from the bed to the bathroom so you would have to be sneaky and take them in your room. You stripped from your normal clothes and into your suit.

The fighting wasn’t much that day. You quickly showered and slammed the bedroom door shut, knowing someone would barge in a few minutes later. Like clockwork, you had barely slipped on your shirt when Sharon and Steve walked in.

“You both ever heard of knocking? It’s a new invention, you should try it sometimes.”

They rolled their eyes and flopped down on the bed. Sharon got up first to take a shower. Bucky entered the room as she left and sat down on the big bed. The two men looked at you expectantly. Their eyebrows lifted when you plopped down on the small twin bed.

“First time for everything I guess,” Bucky said with a laugh. “We’re both all washed up (Y/N/N), not sweaty.”

It was pretty customary for Team Cap to have a post-mission cuddle each night of the missions. Usually it was all five of you: Sam, Steve, Bucky, Nat, and you. You guys would find a way to fit all your bodies on the same bed and just talk about nothing until it’s time to sleep. Maria and Sharon didn’t share the same enthusiasm for post-mission talks when they joined you guys— most of the Avengers didn’t share that enthusiasm.

There wasn’t really a good excuse for you to avoid them so you took in a deep breath, enjoying the last smell of fresh air, and pushed yourself off the bed to move to the bigger one. You could gag at the overpowering smell of them. It never bothered you before, now it was downright ridiculous. They talked and you contributed where you could. If you could hold your nose you would have. Steve and Bucky didn’t smell anything from you at all and of course they weren’t bothered by the smell of each other.

There was only one time in your life that you would ever show gratitude to Sharon and this was one of them. When she strolled back into the room yawning, Bucky took that as his cue to leave and let everyone go to bed. You moved back to your small twin bed and turned your back on the other two. It felt like hours had gone by. You couldn’t fall asleep until you took your injection because you couldn’t set an alarm to wake you up without waking up Sharon and Steve as well. You turned over and saw two bodies that weren’t moving. As gently as you could, you sat up and grabbed the vial from the bag under your bed.

“You still up?”

Sharon asked right. The band fell from between your teeth and you silently screamed as the vial dropped and you could hear the sound of it breaking. It was still dark in the room but you felt she could make out an outline of your body. At least she couldn’t see anything for real.

“Your bed creaking woke me up.”

“Forgot to put on my headscarf and take my suppressant, my bad.”

You fished for another vial, pissed that you had damaged another one and were completely screwed for the last days of the month. You hoped Sharon would mistake the sound of the broken vial as you dropping your pill bottle and hastily stabbed yourself with the injection. You quickly dropped the items back in your bag before her eyes could adjust to the darkness and begin to see what was actually happening.

The syringe laid at the bottom of your bag. It was unsafe carrying all of them in there but there was no place in the safe house you felt comfortable disposing the used ones in. You weren’t going to risk someone finding it in the trash. You said another goodnight before Sharon could say another word and went to sleep.

All four nights at the safe house were met with very rough sleep. You were always on edge every night and slept very few hours to make sure you were up before Steve so you could take your morning shot. It was noticeable to the others. You seemed irritable and no one would say it but it wasn’t the most pleasant to be around. You were even at Sharon’s throat more than usual. When you returned to the tower, you immediately jumped off the quinjet and headed to your room not saying hi to anyone but Sam. The others informed everyone of what was going on when you stormed back in all done up in the tightest and shortest outfit possible.

“Jacket,” you demanded from Steve.

Your foot tapped with great impatience at how long he was taking to do what you asked. He took his jacket off and handed it to you with little hesitation. You adjusted it on you, shoving your stuff into the jacket pockets.

“I’ll be out all night. Don’t need to know where I’m going, don’t wait up, don’t need me. Bye.”

The team watched your heavy boot stomping towards the elevator.

“Has she ever had a rut that bad?” Vision asked.

“She was getting miserable the last couple of days,” Bucky said.

“Kept forgetting to take her suppressant before bed,” Steve added. “Woke me up almost every night. She’s not very jittery but has been the whole damn time.”

“Well, there’s your answer. She normally takes it pretty routinely, (Y/N)’s good for that. She’ll be fine tomorrow just needs to work it out,” Bruce covered.

He hadn’t been able to steal another vial and the last day of the mission was also the last day of the month’s supply. You were going to stay out all night and sneak back to the tower after everyone left the residential floors where you would stay until the next morning and Bruce could get you the next crate. And you would be more careful. He couldn’t sneak out more than you needed and you weren’t going to let another mistake happen where you lost a vial.

The tight club outfit was on purpose. You had to dress like the most promiscuous Alpha out there to help play the part. It was also your previous clubbing outfit and hadn’t been washed, keeping that scent on you. Steve’s jacket was a second precaution. If your faded scent on old clothes wasn’t enough, his jacket had to be. You were surrounded by Alpha smells, there wasn’t a hint of Omega in sight.

You weren’t going to any clubs. It would be stupid to take that risk of getting sweaty on a dance floor and letting the Omega scent slip out. Instead, you decided to hang out at a twenty-four hour diner and just play around on your phone and listen to music until you could go back home. The waitress was so nice as she gave you your food and first round of coffee.

“Are you working the late shift?” you asked her in the most pleasant tone you could muster.

It was important to seem super friendly when you absolutely reeked of Alpha. You weren’t trying to scare the Omega waitress or make her think you were up to something. She went back to the bar seating area and began to wipe it down.

“Night shift gets the best tips around this time of the month,” she said with a shrug.

She wasn’t wrong. The end of the month was always some party in New York City— a good chunk of them thrown by Tony. Everyone was out, money was getting spent left and right, and if you breathed too deep the whole city reeked of sex.

“Also the most drunks this time of the month.”

You said with a sip of your coffee. There were other words unsaid but she seemed to understand you. A lot of Alphas ran around and even bonded ones were subject to cause havoc. The waitress finished wiping down the area and collecting plates that had been left by other patrons. The diner was empty except for the two of you. She came back to refill your coffee.

“Sit.”

You motioned to the booth seat across from you. She looked around.

“Ah, no one else is in. Come on, have a cup of coffee.”

(Part 4)...

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Black Eyes & Bloodlust - Chapter 12

My Masterlist

Black Eyes & Bloodlust Masterlist

Summary: Dean has never met his Omega, never even thought there could be one waiting for him–but she’s out there, and they’re connected in ways they could never have imagined.

Characters: DeanxReader, Sam, Cas, a few OC’s

Warnings: SMUT so typical A/B/O warnings, Slow burn (and I mean it. SLOW BURN GUYS.) Language, depictions of mental illness, Gore and Violence. (Warnings will apply to all chapters just to cover all the bases.)

Word Count: ~3500

A/N: First official fresh-chapter post on this blog, woo!

Beta’d by @justcallmeasmodeus

AS ALWAYS,

ENJOY!

__~*~__

The smell of gasoline was overwhelming as you filled up the tank of your car for the third time. Since Rowena had sent you on your way with a knowing smile and a pat on the cheek, every sense seemed heightened, kicked up another notch and helping push you headlong into what was starting to feel less like a dream-state and more like an entirely different dimension.

The roads you traveled now were familiar, a path you’d driven a hundred times, and yet everything felt new. Different. The piney smells you’d always found soothing were pungent instead, the bright greens of the surrounding forests too sharp and the crunch of pine needles under your shoes too loud. It felt like you were treading muddy water, desperately trying to stay upright while the tide of darkness tried sweeping your feet from under you.

At the same time, you could feel the dispassion. A calm that even the strongest current couldn’t shake. You were on a mission. A shark who’d scented blood and was on the hunt.

The only coherent thought was getting home.

Getting to Dean.

Rowena hadn’t been lying about that much at least. You could feel his energy inside you, pulling you to him as surely as something had pulled you to Rowena, crawling over and under your skin like an angry colony of ants.

There was a sense of freedom on the road as you traveled, enhancing the strange calm, but every time you stopped it fell away, leaving only the roar of your impending collapse.

Despite the eddies of emotion, you wished you’d always lived like this. Even flying down the highway your eyes seemed to notice every beautiful detail you’d been deprived of while wrapped in a cocoon of normal, and it made you furious. It felt like you’d missed out on some great big party and only now was the door cracking open so you could catch a peek of the festivities. Being stuck in one place, trapped in a nine-to-five job and feeling like some school girl dreaming about your perfect Alpha was a hell you never wanted to go back to.

The job was gone, and your dreaming days were over. Your eyes were open, and nothing from before mattered. Once you had Dean, the shattered pieces of your life would fall back into place.

Wind coming in the open window whipped against your face, cooling your skin and keeping the urge to vomit at bay. So much medicine had been through your system lately your body was in shock, stuck between heat and fully shutting down, but something kept you going.

Your arm throbbed almost in response to the thought.

Absently, you wondered if Rowena had been right about the magic she’d made sure to mention without providing any real answers.

The woman was a mystery, but like everything else, she didn’t matter. Every tire rotation brought you closer to your goal, and your foot pressed harder into the gas pedal. Your fingers toyed with the small, burlap, bag she’d given you for protection. Twisting it around your fingers sent tingles up your spine, making you wonder if it was for your protection at all. There was a palpable field of energy surrounding it that didn’t feel friendly.

At the next rest stop, you chucked it into the trash can. You were only a few hours from home and feeling stronger than you’d ever felt in your life, you didn’t need protecting.

__~*~__

Dean had gotten his own motel room after visiting Y/N’s apartment, unable to stomach looking at his brother and friend. He spent the night tossing and turning, the sleep he desperately needed refusing to stick around for long. During the short spurts of unconsciousness he was tortured with visions. He kept seeing himself as the one poking bloody holes and slicing up innocent Omegas, his hands were the ones smoothing their hair almost affectionately, his voice was cooing soft words so contradictory to the pain he was inflicting, his fingers delicately pulling open the sticky pages of an old family bible to store the bloody souvenirs.

Saving them, velvet shadows crusted in blood whispered from the back of his mind, you’re saving them. You’re opening their eyes. Letting them see the truth.

Every time he jerked awake the Mark flared and the visions lingered. In those fleeting moments he forgot it was not him committing these crimes, it was his Omega. Fueled by the Mark and twisted into a shell of her former self. When coherence returned he did remember. He remembered that it was still his fault.

Her mysterious connection to him was the cause, and she’d been thrust into the world of the supernatural, unaware and beyond unprepared to deal with the shared darkness raging inside them.

The guilt was a living creature as Dean left the bed and paced the room, alternating between reading pages of her file as he walked and sitting to take long pulls from the bottle of Whiskey sitting on the table. He stared at the pictures of her as he drank. He’d left them splayed out and scattered around the table, just like the two of them. When he was finally drunk enough to lay back down, he pulled Y/N’s balled up shirt from underneath the covers and tucked it close.

Dean woke again after a few hours, his body a raging storm of hormones.  The sun was barely seeping through the curtains and the room was cool, but a thick layer of sweat coated his mostly naked skin, and cold chills rolled violently from head to toe. Her shirt was draped across his face from where he’d fallen asleep desperately inhaling her scent.

Dean cursed inwardly. He should have known better.

Through the fog, he moved her shirt and stripped off his boxers before stuffing his hand under the pillow. Dean’s fingers sought out the soft fabric of her panties bundled beside his gun and pulled them out. The silk was cool and refreshing against his heated skin. Dean inhaled her clean scent as one hand brought the sheen fabric to his nose while the other trailed down his chest and abdomen to seek out his painfully hard cock. His thumb traced the mushroomed head, swollen, purple, and leaking with his need for her.

His cock jumped at the soft touch and he groaned, unable to stop his hips from flexing.

After rearranging himself against the pillows, Dean wrapped the silk around his cock and held it in place at the base. His fingers dug in through the silk, teasing the sensitive juncture just below his swelling knot. The fabric desensitized him enough to wrap his palm around the thick shaft and give it a languid pump. He did it again and again until his head fell back heavily into the wall, his eyes closing as he got lost in the sweet sensation of his tightening grip.

Taking her clothes had been questionable at the time, but now Dean was thankful he had them. Y/N’s scent may have sent him into an early rut, but they were hard proof that he wasn’t far from her.

He was picturing her smile as his hand worked, imagining how pretty her mouth would look wrapped around his cock, how soft her skin would be under his fingers and how sweet her voice would sound begging for his knot.

The silk was better than any lube as he sped his fist up, bucking up into it as his fingers twisted circles that tugged his balls up and ground against his knot.

__~*~__

The urge to pee had overtaken the hunger for snacks on your way into the convenience store, so you were in the bathroom when it hit.

The cramp came from nowhere and doubled you over, dropping you quickly to your knees. A thick gasp echoed around the stone room as a tingle stole over your clit and sank deep into your abdomen. Your hand shoved it’s way into the pajama pants you were still wearing, seeking relief of any kind. Two fingers sank knuckle deep into the slick that had gathered, and immediately you were pumping them against the trembling walls of your pussy, searching out your g-spot. Your palm smeared slick over your aching clit as another cramp rattled your teeth, the pressure blooming quickly into splintered pleasure. Hips bucking, you pressed and moaned until your walls finally fluttered and clamped down around your fingers.

You rode your own hand as aftershocks zipped through every nerve. When it was over finally you collapsed to the filthy floor, exhausted and confused.

__~*~__

Dean’s breathing was staccato as he pumped his fist to a furious crescendo, his body flushed and sweating, legs squirming and feet digging into the sheets until his knot popped and he came with a loud cry. Trapped between the silk and his pulsing cock his cum flooded out, squelching through the fabric as he kept moving his hand until he couldn’t take it any longer.

__~*~__

“You said we couldn’t trust them, then turned around and gave them Y/N’s file without a warrant!”

Doctor Mara rolled her eyes as Doctor Cameron shoved a cup of coffee at her before stomping over to the bar of their two-bedroom hotel suite. This was the same argument they’d had multiple times since she’d handed the file over to the youngest Winchester, and she was just about done with the entire charade. Months of planning had come and gone and she was anxious to see the rest of her plan through.

“Yes. I did. They’re FBI, Cameron. We didn’t have a choice.”

“Like hell we didn’t! And what if they find her before we do? Hmm? What then? Everything will be ruined. All our data lost! Tainted!” He slammed two mini-shot bottles and clenched his fist. “They’ll take her to some government facility and drug her up and all of our work will have been for nothing!”

“Cameron!” The cold eyed woman snapped, finally tired of his jabbering. “They will not find her. What’s happening to Y/N will lead her right back to us, just in time for the next phase.”

The hypnotist glared at her incredulously, unable to fathom her reasoning, or how she was sitting so calmly in that hotel robe while the FBI stole their patient, and with her, every viable option for future research.

“How can you possibly know that? She’s missing! What if the cops are right? What if she’s already dead? Then where’s my rare case and my fucking book?” Doctor Mara rounded the bar where Doctor Cameron was pounding more shots. Her delicate hand came to rest on his own, her thin fingers wrapping his wrist like a creeping vine. His eyes searched hers as her grip tightened with a strength that surprised him.

Her voice was a growl as she spoke, spooking Cameron into silence. “I don’t care about your god-damned book. She is not dead, because her body would have been found already you moron! She will come because the connection to her Alpha demands it. That’s why.” 

“Her Alpha? What the hell are you--” Long nails slashed into Doctor Cameron’s wrist, and he tried to wrench away from the suddenly terrifying woman to no avail.

“The Winchesters are not FBI you little shit, and I’m tired of hearing your whiny voice. Fuck the research. Fuck your book. Shut up, before I make you.” When her eyes flashed black, Doctor Cameron screamed, renewing his efforts to escape Doctor Mara’s grasp. Annoyed with the squirming man, Doctor Mara shoved him away. His head hit the wall with a thunderous crack, and he collapsed to the floor.

She didn’t need to check for a pulse, the perks of being a demon meant she could hear his weak heartbeat and feel the pulse of his tainted soul. The demon didn’t need him any longer… not with Y/N on her way to Dean.

The Winchester had stolen darkness not meant for him and murdered the Queen of Hell with it. The demon would see his queen murdered in return. Y/N’s soul was already corrupted, damned to hell alongside Dean Winchester the instant Doctor Mara had fully unlocked their connection through Cameron’s hypnosis.

She sipped the lukewarm coffee with a grin, feeling smug. The intended transformation was almost complete. Poor little Y/N, ripped apart on the inside by things she would never comprehend, and soon, ripped apart on the outside as well. Hopefully by her own mate.

What a show.

__~*~__

The sun was going down when you finally pulled into your apartment complex.

Your sweaty hands were searching out the prescription bottles the minute you threw the car in park, and you started to shake when you realized they were empty.

Fuck. Were there more inside?

You cautiously peered around the parking lot. Nothing seemed amiss, but there was a foreboding feeling stealing away the dispassion and replacing it with panic.

Then you noticed Lane’s car parked next to your spot.

Double fuck.

You debated leaving. Just turning around and driving until you couldn’t see straight, but an image flashed into your mind and wouldn’t leave.

Dean and Lane, standing together in your apartment.

Dean. Your Alpha.

Lane the perfect wife.

Lane, the perfect mother...a better Omega than you could ever be.

Lane, the traitorous bitch, offering Dean everything you couldn’t.

How dare she.

Everything was red as you fled the car, deliriously stomping your way up the stairs with murder in your heart. Halfway up a cramp brought you down, your involuntary scream echoing through the hallways. You could see your door as  your fingers clutched into the ratty carpet fighting to crawl the remaining few steps to the landing.

The door flung open, and out stepped a disheveled Lane. Her hair was a mess, her face red and swollen.

In the back of your mind you knew it was probably from crying or worry, but the rash on your arm was pulsing wildly, drowning out the logical thoughts struggling to the surface. Black streaks undulated from the center of the Mark, driving the darkness deeper into your heart.

Dean is in there with her, it whispered vehemently. She’s fucking your Alpha. Traitor. Whore. Weak willed woman in desperate need of a strong man. She should die.

Lane cried your name over and over as tears of relief and happiness started to flow, completely missing the violent growl directed at her. Before you could react, her arms were under yours, helping you stand and maneuvering you into your apartment.

His scent was everywhere, mingling unpleasantly with hers. You shoved her away to rush into the living room.You couldn’t smell yourself anymore, and the smell of death was only faint now, barely a whisper among the other unfamiliar scents. Your mind registered these things but did not latch onto them. Only one thing had your focus.

Dean.

Every heartbeat was the pulse of his name in your veins, the smell of him different than in your dreams and diluted by time yet unmistakable. Your drive to find him had you staggering to the couch before you realized his scent wasn’t there.

He was here. He had to be. You changed directions and headed down the small hallway. Discovering your empty room brought forth a scream of rage just as Lane stepped in behind you.

“Y/N…” Her voice was soft, but echoed in the emptiness of your heart as you whipped around to face her.

Lane gasped when your eyes connected with hers. Your pupils had stolen all the space within, making her reel back. She thought you’d gone feral, and her heart clenched with anguish. “Oh shit...Y/N, it’s me...It’s Lane, your sister.”

“I know who you are, whore.” You spat, snarling as you took a step closer. The anger was pulsing deeper with every inhale of your Alpha’s scent; your temperature rising every moment he wasn’t touching you.

You were fighting two urges at once, unsure of which to address. There was the urge to find Dean, and the urge to see your forearm drenched in Lane’s blood. You wanted to shove your hand so deep into her chest you brought her heart out the other side and then rip it back through to show it to her before she died. You wanted to toss her broken body down the stairs and resume the hunt for Dean.

You did neither as your heat finally consumed you, full blown and aching for something that was too far away. The cramps were constant now, sweat rolling from every pore as you collapsed under the weight of the Mark and your heat.

Lane watched in horror as you reached for her, the rash on your arm a twisted rainbow of infection and your eyes blazing with emotions she hadn’t seen before. You fell unconscious after snarling at her one final time.

__~*~__

Dean was in the shower when Sam started pounding on the door. Sam could smell Dean’s rut, and was frantic in his knocking.

“Dean!”

Dean growled as he yanked the knob to turn off the water, breaking it on the way down.

“Fuck off Sam!”

The knocking increased. “Dean! It’s Y/N! She’s home! Lane just called and…” Sam stopped speaking when the door flew open. His nose rankled at the scent of his brother’s activities but he kept quiet. Dean was soaked but flinging his clothes on faster than Sam had ever seen, and suddenly the car keys were flying at his face.

“What are you waiting for? Let���s go!” Dean shouted, spurring Sam into action.

Within moments, Dean was hopping into the passenger seat, his eyes wide and the Mark burning.

Sam floored the gas, speeding through the nighttime traffic, ignoring street signs and stop lights. He knew Dean wouldn’t stand for any delay in his condition. Sam skidded into a spot as close to Y/N’s apartment as he could get, but before the car completely stopped Dean was racing up the steps.

“Dean!” Sam called, but Dean was ignorant to anything but getting to Y/N.

Instead of his Omega, he found Lane crying at the top of the stairs.

“Where is she?” Lane flinched at the belligerent tone but recognized it for what it was.

Panic.

She wondered briefly why an FBI agent would be reacting so strongly to her sister, but weakly pointed at the door. Dean rushed inside, following the scent of Y/N’s heat and abandoning Lane to her grief.

__

Sam trotted up the steps and stopped when he reached Lane. She didn’t flinch when he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, but neither did she stop crying. “What happened to her?” A sob racked her chest as Sam pulled her in, wrapping her tightly in his arms.

“I don’t know,” he lied smoothly, “but we’re gonna find out. We’re gonna help her, okay?” He waited for her nod into his chest before pulling her gently away and looking into her watery eyes. “I know it’s hard...but I need you to tell me what happened here.”

“Where is she?” Came Dean’s roar, interrupting the conversation before it began and sending Lane back into Sam’s arms in terror.

“Dean what’re you--”

“She’s gone! I can smell her but she’s gone!”

Lane whimpered, “She was just here I…”

“Why would she leave? Don’t lie to me!” Dean howled, snatching Lane up and shaking her until Sam pulled him off.

“Dean! You know what’s happening to her because it’s happening to you. Where do you think she is?”  

Dean’s chest was heaving as he glared around Sam at Lane. He had an unexplained and sudden hatred for her that made him want to kill her as surely as if she were a monster. She wasn’t, however, he forced himself to remember. She was human. His mind swirled with the violence the Mark was craving, thoughts tinged in red and black as he fought to stay level headed. Her song taunted him, the soft notes floating across his senses alongside her fresh scent.

He snatched the keys and flung himself away from Sam, heading back down the stairs at a run.

“I’ll take you back to your hotel.” Sam whispered.

“She’s my sister...”

“I’m sorry for all this, but you need to be out of the way for this part, okay?”

Lane nodded dumbly as Sam led her to her own car, the roar of the Impala fading into the night.

__~*~__

Your feet ached as you stalked down the sidewalks in the dark. You’d left your car in front of a random grocery store after jumping out of your second floor window. Consciously, you knew something was wrong. A jump like that should have at least slowed you down, but it it hadn’t. You’d been in your car and gone gone before Lane had stepped onto the landing to give you your space. Disappearing into the night was a glaring symptom of exactly how wrong everything was, but something had been wrong for going on a year now, and no one had been able to help you.

You thought you were hunting Dean when you’d first set out, your heat addled brain leading the way towards relief. Instead, as the scent of him faded something else replaced it. Something dark. The same something that had been writhing in your mind and body, forcing it’s way upwards while forcing you down. The same something that was on your arm. You knew that now. The darkness was speaking to you directly, as if it had a mind of its own, but it was using your voice.

Weak. They’re all weak. You were weak. Not anymore. Save them. You know how. You’ve always known.

You passed the park, multiple stores and not a few suburbs before finding your way to the woods. It was a small patch, surrounded on all sides by the downtown strips. Your worn shoes crunched angrily through the debris until you reached the spot you were looking for.

__~*~__

Dean didn’t need anyone to tell him where she’d gone. The Mark was raging, his rut acting as a compass now that he had the scent so fresh in his nose.

He sped through the empty streets as Sam had, ignoring all safety and stop lights on his way downtown.

__~*~__

The Omega in you was howling for release, but the darkness in you howled for something else altogether.

As you watched, a young Omega left The Club across from you, alone. She tossed her hair, revealing her clean neck, and a malicious grin split your ragged features. She was so much like the first one.

She was perfect.

__~*~__

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f. r. i. e. n. d. s zodiac signs

🛍️ rachel green // libra

♡ “I may cry, but they are not tears of sadness or of anger, but just of me having this discussion with you.”

♡ “I make very bad decisions!”

♡ “I'm so happy and not at all jealous.”

♡ “Girls tend not to like me.”

♡ “He's so pretty, I want to cry.”

♡ “No uterus, no opinion.”

♡ “You decorate dad’s office and now you’re a decorator? Okay, I went to the zoo yesterday and now I’m a koala bear.”

♡ “Being alone sucks!”

♡ “You know what I figure, if I can do laundry, there's nothing I can't do.”

♡ “It's like all my life everyone's told me, 'you're a shoe! You're a shoe! You're a shoe!' Well, what if I don't want to be a shoe? What if I wanna be a purse or a hat?”

♡ “Well, maybe I don’t need your money. Wait. I said maybe.”

🍪 monica geller // virgo

♡ “Now, I need you to be careful and efficient. And remember: If I am harsh with you, it's only because you're doing it wrong.”

♡ “OK, just to be clear, comedy with the plates will not be well-received.”

♡ “Why didn't you make a copy and keep it in a fireproof box and keep it at least a hundred yards from the original?”

♡ “Here's the last of your boxes. I'm just going to label it 'What were you thinking?'”

♡ “We better stick to the routine; we don't want to look stupid.”

♡ “Welcome to the real world. It sucks. You’re gonna love it!”

♡ “I know!”

♡ “We're supposed to start having fun in 15 minutes.”

♡ “Get out and stop annoying me.”

♡ “You didn't sit on my kit-kats did you?”

♡ “I know you all hate me, and i'm sorry, but i don't care.”

👽 phoebe buffay // aquarius

♡ “If you want to receive emails about my upcoming shows, please give me money so I can buy a computer.”

♡ “I never got to be in a club. I didn’t go to high school. But three of us would meet behind a dumpster to learn French. Bonjour.”

♡ “You have to get off the plane. Something is wrong with the left phalange.”

♡ “If it’s a girl, Phoebe, naturally. And if it’s a boy, Phoebo.”

♡ “That’s ‘p’ as in ‘Phoebe,’ ‘h’ as in ‘heobe,’ ‘o’ as in ‘oebe,’ ‘e’ as in ‘ebe,’ ‘b’ as in ‘bebe’ and ‘e’ as in ’ello there, mate.’”

♡ Joey: “Have you told him how you feel?”

Phoebe: “Yes. Not out loud.”

♡ Phoebe: “Something just brushed up against my right leg."

Monica: “What is it?”

Phoebe: “Oh, it’s OK. It was just my left leg.”

♡ “When I was growing up, I didn't have a normal mom and dad or a regular family like everybody else. And I always knew that something was missing. But now I'm standing here today knowing that I have everything I'm ever gonna need. You are my family.”

🦖 ross geller // cancer

♡ “PIVOT!!”

♡ “Once, I got dumped during sex!”

♡ “Why do bad things happen to good people?”

♡ “Unagi is a state of total awareness. Only by achieving true unagi.. can you be prepared for any danger that may befall you.”

♡ “I tell you, when I actually die, some people are gonna get seriously haunted.”

♡ “If you ever hurt my little sister, if you ever cause her any unhappiness of any kind, I will hunt you down and Kick your ass!!”

♡ “That sandwich was the only good thing in my life and someone ate it. Someone ate the only good thing in my life.”

♡ “You’re over me? When were you... under me?”

♡ “That was funny. Painfully funny. No, wait. Just painful.”

♡ “WE WERE ON A BREAK!”

♡ “They're still not coming on, man! And the lotion and the powder have made a paste!”

😂 chandler bing // capricorn

♡ “Until I was 25, I thought that the only response to ‘I love you’ was ‘Oh, crap!’”

♡ “I’m not great at the advice. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?”

♡ “Alright, I took the quiz. And it turns out I do put my career before men.”

♡ “I'm hopeless and awkward and desperate for love.”

♡ “I loath myself.”

♡ “So it seems like this internet thing is here to stay, huh?”

♡ “We swallow our feelings. Even if it means we're unhappy forever. Sound good?”

♡ “You know, i think i don't care.”

♡ “Nice camouflage. For a minute, i almost didn't see you.”

♡ “Oh, that makes me feel so warm in my hollow tin chest.”

♡ “I've had a very long, hard day.”

🍕 joey tribbiani // taurus

♡ “Well, the fridge broke, so I had to eat everything.”

♡ “I like it. What’s not to like? Custard? Good. Jam? Good. Meat? Good.”

♡ “SEX. no. FOOD. no. SEX. FOOD. SEX. I don't know, oh God, I WANT BOTH! I want girls on bread!”

♡ “How you doin’?”

♡ “It is a love based on giving and receiving as well as having and sharing. And the love that they give and have is shared and received. And through this having and giving and sharing and receiving, we too can share and love and have and receive.”

♡ “Joey doesn't share food.”

♡ “That’s right, I stepped up! She’s my friend and she needed help. If I had to, I’d pee on any one of you!”

[imagines-ahs]

Affection - Twenty-Eight: Dad’s House.

Mine and @mistyyygoode‘s story.

Audrey smiled at them before starting eating, humming at the rich taste. "That's awesome, Chris." She said softly.

"It's our Dad's recipe. He taught us how to cook when we were younger." He explained.

"That's how I know how to cook chicken parmigiana," Shelby said.

"That's very cool." Audrey smiled, giving the food another bite. "The chicken parmigiana is amazing as well."

"You like everything I make you to eat though," Shelby said with a small smirk.

At first, Audrey didn't get the teasing, just rolling her eyes with a chuckle, but as soon as she did, brown eyes opened wide, and a gasp mixed with a giggle fell from her lips as her cheeks tinted pink. "Oh Lord, Shelby!" She laughed.

Shelby let out a small chuckle. "What?" She asked as if it was nothing.

Isabella even let out a laugh as Chris just he shook his head.

Audrey shook her head once again, starting to eat as well. "You are horrible." She chuckled.

"But you still love me, don't you?" Shelby pouted as she looked toward her lover.

At the small pout, the actress felt herself melting once again. She smiled sweetly to her. "Of course, I do, silly." She said softly, kissing her sweetly, caressing her cheek as she did so.

Shelby smiled into their kiss. "I love you too." She said softly.

"What 'bout me?!" Lizzy exclaimed.

Audrey giggled as she pulled apart, looking lovingly at Lizzy. "We love you too, sweetheart." She said softly.

"I love ya too." She smiled happily. "Can we play?" she asked as she held up a doll.

"Let us finish lunch first, okay?" the actress said softly, smiling at the girl.

"Elizabeth why don't you and I go play until they're done?" Isabella asked as she got up to take her dish into the kitchen.

"'Kay, Momma."

Once Isabella left with her daughter, Chris looked up at his sister and her fiancé. "Can you two try and not have sex so much while you're here? I get it, you're in the honeymoon stage, and that's great, but while I was upstairs with Lizzy, and she asked what those 'funny sounds' were."

Audrey bit her lip as she stared down, feeling her stomach doing flips. She took a deep breath to stop herself from already being teary, hating how easy it was for that to happen.

Shelby gently squeezed her lover's thigh. "I'm sorry. We'll make sure it doesn't happen again."

"Okay, thank you," Chris said before getting up to clean the dishes. "I'm not saying you can't... do it, just not when Lizzy's up or here. Okay?"

"Okay."

Audrey stared up, wanting to say something, not thinking it was fair to let it only on Shelby. "We really thought she was downstairs with you, watching cartoons, that's why." She said softly, breath struggling not to come shaky.

"She needed a change of clothes after eating because she spilled juice on herself... it's okay, I just want to know that it won't happen again."

"It won't." Shelby said before looking to her lover and whispering, "It's okay."

"S-sorry..." Audrey said softly, taking a deep breath. With her lover's words, she nodded, staring down at her plate, seeing she was almost done. "I'll g-go use the b-bathroom." The actress told her lover before quickly getting up and leaving the room.

Shelby got up and followed after her lover. She needed to make sure Audrey was okay. She caught up with her lover just before the bathroom and grabbed her hand.

As Shelby caught her hand, it caused Audrey to turn around, and her teary eyes to be exposed to her lover, a tear falling down.

Shelby pulled her lover into the bathroom. She shut the door behind them and brought Audrey into her embrace. "Please don't cry, babydoll. It's okay, I promise."

As Audrey got inside the bathroom, she felt her tears coming strongly. Hugging Shelby close, she buried her face into the woman's neck, letting her tears fall down. "I-I didn't mean i-it..." she sobbed. "He h-hates me, he w-won't let Lizzy s-stay with u-us again."

"Hey, hey, stop." Shelby pulled away slightly and cupped her lover's face with her hands. "He does not hate you. He'll let Lizzy stay with us, okay? Please don't worry. I'll talk to him when we go back out there."

"No!" Audrey spoke instantly. "N-no, baby, n-no, I don't w-want him to h-hate me even m-more, I'm a-already embarrassed e-enough!"

"He doesn't hate you, Audrey. He won't hate you, I promise. Sex is natural, baby. He isn't upset he just doesn't want us having sex when Elizabeth can hear us. That's all, okay?" Shelby asked in a calm tone. She wished she could make her lover see things the way she did.

Audrey started taking deep breaths, another anxiety attack slowly making its way in. "B-baby... I-I think I'm g-going to have a-another anxiety a-attack..." she breathed out, staring frightened into blue eyes. Her chest started to hurt, and her hands left Shelby's waist to rest above it. "M-my chest..."

Shelby took one of her lover's hands, "Squeeze my hand. Squeeze it as hard as you want. I want you to look into my eyes and listen to my breathing. Do you think you can do that?" she asked. She tried to remember the right things to do and say to keep Audrey calm.

Audrey nodded as she laced their fingers, the hand moving from her chest and going to her lover's, wanting to feel Shelby's breath better.

Shelby took a deep, steady breath, and exhaled slowly. She did this a few more times, hoping that it would get Audrey's breathing controlled.

Audrey closed her eyes as she laid back against the door, mimicking her lover's actions, the pain in her chest eventually going away, breath becoming normal. Taking one last deep breath, the actress opened her eyes. "I'm so s-sorry." She whispered embarrassedly, sadly.

Shelby wiped her lover's tears away before kissing her lips gently. "Don't be sorry. You don't have to apologize for an anxiety or panic attack. Okay?"

Audrey kissed her lover back softly, hands still a little shaky. "O-okay." She breathed out. "I just h-hate being l-like that."

"It's okay. I promise you that it's okay. I love you so, so, so much." Shelby spoke softly before kissing the woman again.

Audrey smiled softly as she began to calm down, kissing her lover back softly once again. "I love you too." She spoke sweetly. "I'll have to tell my doctor about those attacks."

"You should, baby. It's important that they know, but let's not worry about it until we get back home."

"Yes, you're right." Audrey smiled, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Thank you so much, for always being here and never, you know... getting mad."

"You don't have to thank me, and I would never be mad at you, especially over a panic or anxiety attack. You can't help it when that happens. Okay?" Shelby asked softly. She squeezed her lover's hand again, gently.

"Okay." Audrey nodded once again, wiping the rest of her tears away. "I love you so much."

"I love you even more," Shelby said with a soft smile. "Are you okay, gorgeous?"

"I am, honeybun," Audrey said sweetly. "Let's go out there, I'm okay."

"Okay," Shelby smiled. "Did you actually have to pee?" she asked.

"No." The actress chuckled. "I just didn't want to cry in front of... you and Chris," she confessed.

"You know, you can cry in front of me, right? I don't see that as a sign of weakness or as a flaw... and Chris wouldn't say anything about it either. He's not one of those types of guys who thinks if a woman cries, she's not strong enough. I mean, I cry in front of him all the time, and he doesn't tell me to suck it up, we actually talk about things." Shelby explained with a soft, loving smile on her lips.

"I know, baby... I just didn't want to cry for such a thing." Audrey said softly, caressing her lover's waist. "Thank you so much for saying that, Chris and you are very lovely, I feel really safe."

Shelby smiled even more. "I'm glad. I really am. I'm so happy that the trip is going great so far." She said as she opened the bathroom door.

"Me too." Audrey smiled happily, tangling their fingers together as they walked back to the kitchen, finding Chris sitting there, waiting for them.

Chris looked up at them with an apologetic smile. "Are you okay, Audrey?" he asked in a gentle tone.

At the smile Chris gave them, Audrey felt herself getting calmer. She nodded, staring at him with puffy, red eyes. "I just got scared you'd hate me and not let me take care of Lizzy anymore." She blurted out, confessing, cheeks burning.

His brows furrowed for a moment. "Hate you? I don't hate you, I just don't want Lizzy walking in on something. That's all, Audrey. And we would love you to watch Lizzy again before you leave. She won't stop talking about how much fun she had."

At the words, the actress let out a soft smile, staring down as she blushed even more. "I'm sorry." She murmured. "We don't want Lizzy walking in on something either, not at all... we lock the door."

"Okay," he nodded. "Thank you."

Shelby smiled at how well the conversation was going now. "You're welcome." She said. "Maybe we should go play with Lizzy so we're not late going to my dad's."

Audrey smiled shyly as she stared back up at Chris, nodding at her lover's words. "Yes, I agree."

Shelby wrapped an arm around her lover's waist and took her into the living room. Lizzy was on the floor with her mother and two dolls in her hands.

As they walked to the living room, Audrey smiled sweetly. "Hey there, sweetheart, can we play?" she asked softly.

"Yes!" Lizzy said excitedly. "Rosy and Diana." She said as she handed over the dolls.

Shelby sat down on the floor and took the two dolls, handing one to her lover.

Audrey mimicked her lover's actions, sitting down on the floor. She looked at her doll, seeing she had long, blonde hair. "Don't you think she looks like Auntie Shelby?" she asked softly.

"She does." Lizzy nodded. "And this one looks like ya." She said as she held up a short-haired, blonde.

"She does." Shelby smiled. "And this one looks like your momma." She said as she held up a long, curly, brunette doll.

Audrey let out a giggle, taking the short haired blonde doll and giving the long-haired one to Shelby. "We can play as ourselves now" She smiled

"Yeah!" Lizzy smiled.

Shelby handed over the doll that looked like Isabella. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," the blonde smiled.

"When ya goin' to grandpa's?" Lizzy asked.

"In a few... maybe half an hour from now." Audrey smiled down at the girl, fingers passing through the doll's short locks.

"'Kay." She nodded.

"Are you two having dinner there," Isabella asked.

"I'm not sure, why?" Shelby asked.

"I'm just wondering if I should make you two anything for dinner."

"Don't worry about us. I'll take Audrey out for dinner if we don't eat at Dad's."

"Okay," Isabella nodded.

Audrey smiled sweetly at the conversation, fingers still playing with the doll. "Also, I'm sorry for before, this morning." The actress said hesitantly, heart skipping a beat.

"It's okay," Isabella said with a smile as she placed her hand on the actress's knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "It's nothing that we haven't done before. It's natural, so I'm not upset."

Audrey smiled softly at the woman, praying Lizzy wouldn't ask anything. "I know, but we didn't think she was up... we really didn't mean to"

"It's okay, really." Isabelle squeezed Audrey's knee before pulling her hand away when she saw Shelby's eyes on her hand.

"Momma."

"Yes?"

"Can we watch Scooby-Doo?"

"Sure, babygirl."

Before Isabella could put her hand away, Audrey absently took it and caressed it, letting it go as Lizzy called her mother, smiling at the girl.

Shelby glared at the two but quickly looked away and set her gaze on the doll in her hand. She smiled at Lizzy too.

"I guess we'll be leaving then," Audrey said sweetly, getting up as she did so, leaving the doll on the floor and pulling Shelby up with her. "Come here, let me give you a hug." She smiled at Isabella, offering a hand to her.

Isabella stood and wrapped her arms around Audrey.

"I'm going to go get the keys from Chris," Shelby said before walking to the kitchen.

"They're by the door!" Isabella said.

Shelby nodded and grabbed her purse before going to the door. "I'll go start the car." She said.

Audrey hugged Isabella back happily, caressing her back as she did so. "Thank you so much." She said softly, pulling away gently before kneeling down to hug Elizabeth. "We'll be back soon, sweetheart." The actress said softly, placing a kiss on the girl's cheek.

"I wanted a kiss from Shel." The girl pouted, which caused Audrey to realize what was going on.

Taking a deep breath, she managed to smile. "Auntie Shelby is really excited to go see gramps, she really misses him," Audrey explained softly.

"Oh... 'kay." Lizzy nodded, smiling again. "Bye, bye." She said softly.

"Bye, sweetie." Audrey stood up as she smiled to the girl, turning her gaze to Isabella before leaving the room and walking out of the house and to the car.

Shelby sat in the car, waiting for her lover as she tried to calm her jealousy. She hated that it was so hard for her not be jealous over such a little thing. When she says Audrey exiting the house, she smiled softly.

At the small smile from her lover, Audrey took a deep breath, smiling weakly at her. Entering the car, she turned to Shelby. "Baby..." she took her lover's hands, caressing it as she stared into beloved blue eyes.

"I'm sorry," Shelby sighed heavily. "I just... I'm sorry." She said again. She looked down at their hands and smiled, lacing their fingers together.

Audrey smiled sadly at her lover, caressing her fingers. "You know it doesn't bother me, but Lizzy... she's really upset you didn't tell her bye." She explained softly. "I hate how it makes you feel, but the jealousy doesn't bother me."

Shelby sighed once again, feeling horrible that she didn't even think about Lizzy in the situation. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't even think about it. I just, I felt like I had to leave so I didn't feel worse or say anything to upset anyone." She looked up slowly. "I'm glad that it doesn't bother you, but it bothers me..."

Audrey felt her heart breaking at her lover's words; She pulled her closer, causing her to sit on her lap. "Come here, babygirl." She said softly, caressing Shelby's waist, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. "You and I, we'll get over it, okay?"

Shelby smiled softly when she was pulled into her lover's lap. She turned her head to place a kiss on Audrey's lips. "Okay... thank you." She said before kissing her again. "I love you so much."

Audrey kissed her lover back, softly, caressing her cheeks as she did so. "I love you too, my love." She said softly. "So much." She smiled. "Let's just take care so we don't hurt anyone again, especially Lizzy."

"I agree." Shelby smiled softly. "Thank you again, babydoll." She said. "Can I get back in my seat now?"

Audrey gasped as she heard her lover's words, pouting right after. "How rude." She cried.

"I want to go to my dad's before it gets any later, babe. I'm not trying to be rude." Shelby explained before kissing her lover sweetly.

Audrey giggled as she kissed her lover back softly, caressing her cheeks. "I know, I'm just joking, my love." She explained. "Now let's go" She giggled once again, playfully slapping her lover's ass.

Shelby let out a small 'yelp' as she moved to the driver's seat. "I love you." She said as she buckled herself in.

"I love you too, silly," Audrey said sweetly, bucking herself up as well.

Shelby backed out of the driveway and started the drive to her dad's. She started to feel her nerves kicking up, and she took a deep breath.

At the deep breath from her lover, Audrey felt her own nerves starting to twirl. Caressing her lover's thigh, she stared lovingly at her. "It's gonna be alright, my love." She said softly.

"I know," Shelby smiled. "I love you so much, baby." She grabbed her lover's hand and squeezed it lovingly.

Audrey smiled to her, lacing their fingers. "I love you too, baby, more than anything in the whole world." She said softly.

"Me too, baby." Shelby smiled as she turned onto her father's street.

Audrey smiled sweetly once again, staring at the window. As the car started stopping, pearl teeth caught plump, pink lips, stomach doing flips.

Shelby took a deep breath as she parked in the driveway of her dad's home. She turned off the car and took another deep, calming breath to ease her nerves and anxiety. "Ready?" she asked.

"I guess." Audrey smiled nervously, taking a deep breath as well. "You know that no matter what, I'm yours."

"And I am yours," Shelby said with a small smile. She unbuckled herself and got out of the car. She quickly made her way around the car and opened the door for her lover.

Audrey smiled softly as she let out a breath, she didn't know she was holding. Stepping out of the car, she pulled Shelby in for a soft, sweet kiss, caressing her waist as she did so.

"I love you," Shelby said as she pulled away. She rested her forehead on her lover's for a moment, staring deeply into her eyes. She felt herself calming down enough to feel at ease about being there. "Let's go." She said as she took the older woman's hand in her own.

Audrey smiled softly as she stared into blue eyes, feeling her heart calming down a little; Taking a deep breath, she nodded. "I love you, babygirl." She said softly, starting to walk towards the house, lacing their fingers together.

Shelby bit her lip as they approached the door. She rang the bell and waited for her father. Soon enough the door opened, and before them stood a tall man, with short, white and blonde hair, and skinny, but a semi-built body.

"Shelby, you're finally here!" He grinned happily. "And you brought a friend. Come on in." He said as he stepped aside.

Audrey felt her heart stopping as the door opened. With a soft smile, she entered the house, heart now almost flying away from her chest.

"Hey, you're Audrey, right? From the show Shel did."

Shelby smiled over how well it was already going and that he knew who her lover was.

Audrey couldn't help but smile brightly, nodding as she did so. "Yes, I am, nice to meet you, sir." She offered a hand, the free one.

He gladly shook the actress's hand. "Nice to meet you too. I'm Bruce." He smiled.

When they reached the living room Shelby guided her lover to one of the couches while her father sat across from them.

Audrey smiled at the man, shaking his hand softly. As they sat on the couch, the actress felt her stomach twirling once again, biting her lower lip.

"So, why the spontaneous trip? Not that I'm complaining."

"Well, I've got something to tell you," Shelby said softly, feeling her anxiety starting to rise again.

With Bruce's question, the older blonde took a deep breath, squeezing her lover's hand a little, staring down at her lap.

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"Well..." Shelby looked down at her lap for a moment before looking back up at her father. "I'm gay, and I'm with Audrey, that's why she's with me."

"Well, that makes two of us." He chuckled.

"What?" Shelby looked at him with furrowed brows.

"I'm gay too."

With the man's words, Audrey felt herself nearly choking as she gasped. Staring into her lover with wide, brown eyes, her jaw fell open.

Shelby looked from her father with wide eyes, and then at her lover, seeing that her reaction was just the same.

"Is it really that surprising?" Bruce asked with a chuckle.

"Yes!" Shelby said as she looked back to him. "Since when?!"

"I can ask you the same question." He said with a playful raised brow.

Audrey let out a relieved chuckle, wanting to hear more about the story, finding it all too amusing.

"Well, I didn't realize until I started seeing Audrey, which was about three months ago," Shelby explained. "Now you."

"I've known all my life—I just... didn't say anything till right before you were born."

"Wh-what?" She looked at him with a confused look. "Was I one of those 'let's have a baby to make it better' kids?"

Bruce hesitated. "I don't want to say yes... but yes."

"Wow..." Shelby looked down at her lap. "Is that why you and mom got divorced?"

"Yes."

Audrey felt her eyes opening wide once again and her heart aching softy at the man's confession. She didn't even have time to blush at Shelby's words. Scooting closer to her lover, she put an arm around her, pulling Shelby closer.

Shelby felt calmer in her lover's embrace and being so close to her. "So... are you seeing anyone?" she asked softly.

"Not at the moment, but I have had previous partners in the past. You and Christian just never knew about them."

"Even when you and Mom were still married?"

"Yes. She knew about them."

Shelby had to think for a moment, staring down at her lap. "How come you haven't said anything before?"

"Well, when you were two or so, we came up with this-this agreement that we would stay married until you two were out of the house and during that time we would still be happy with whom we wanted. It was an open marriage, per se." He explained. "After the divorce, I only had one boyfriend, and the two of you weren't around... it never came up, so I never said anything."

Each word the man spoke caused Audrey to find herself hugging Shelby closer, tighter; She felt herself breaking, wanting to undo the truth, protect her lover. The actress was speechless, shocked. Still, she could see a point on it all - He loved Shelby and Chris way too much to 'hurt' them with the truth. Unfortunately, being gay was sometimes still a taboo.

Shelby nodded softly.

"Tell me about you and Audrey," Bruce said when he noticed the hurt on his daughter's face.

Shelby smiled softly as she nodded again. "She asked me to dinner around three months ago, and ever since we've been together."

Audrey smiled softly at the man, blushing a little. "I've been in love with her for so long." She chuckled softly, wondering if she should or not talk about the engagement.

Shelby blushed as she looked down to her lap. "Yeah, and we're, uh... we're engaged."

"Really?" Bruce asked. "Is that the reason for the trip?"

"That and for Audrey to meet everyone."

Audrey felt her cheeks blushing fiercely; She giggled as she stared down, biting her lip.

Shelby wrapped an arm around Audrey this time, lightly squeezing her.

"You seem really happy and really in love, so I'm happy for you, Shel. You seem to be making her the happiest I've ever seen, Audrey, so I approve." Bruce said.

Audrey let her eyes go up to Bruce's, her smile growing even bigger with his words. "Thank you so much, sir." She said sweetly. "Making her happy is always my propriety"

Bruce smiled at both of them. "Good."

"She does make me happy. Very happy. I'm not having nightmares anymore, or the panic attacks like I was. She's helped me a lot." Shelby explained.

Audrey smiled brightly at her lover, not being able to help herself but placing a soft kiss on her cheek, squeezing her a little. "I can say the same," Audrey said softly.

"Good," He said again. "You need someone who'll treat you right."

Shelby thought back to all the time her father would say things about Matt that ended up being true about how rude he could be and what a liar he was. She was genuinely surprised that he approved of her and Audrey's relationship. "She really does," Shelby said with a small smile.

"Have you got any ideas about the wedding yet?"

"Just that it'll be on June or July of next year," Audrey answered softly. She just couldn't believe things were like that. Her lover's family was okay with her, and that was the best thing she could ever ask for.

"A summer wedding? That's perfect. Any idea of a venue? Please tell me it won't be in a church." Bruce said.

"No," Shelby laughed. "No churches. We've talked about it a little, but we're still not certain on what we're doing."

Audrey couldn't help but let out a chuckle, finding Shelby's dad absolutely adorable. "The rings are going to be rose gold, like our engagement rings." She commented.

"Rose gold is the best. If I could have gotten mine and Robin's rings in rose gold I would have." Bruce said.

"They had boring gold," Shelby told her lover.

Audrey smiled lovingly at the man before turning to her lover, letting out a chuckle. Gently, the actress took her ring off, handing it to Bruce. "Here, they are like that for now." She said softly.

He took the ring and looked it over. "These are gorgeous. Did you pick them out?" he asked as he handed the ring back over.

"She did. It was a great dinner and everything. Very romantic." Shelby explained.

Audrey blushed once again as she put the ring back, giggling at her lover's words. "It was the least I could do." She murmured shyly.

"Have you met Audrey's parents yet?"

"No. We're headed there after here," Shelby answered.

"Where is 'there'?"

"England," Shelby said with a large grin.

Audrey smiled shyly, nodding as she did so.

"But they already love her from the pictures." She said softly

Bruce smiled at this. "Who couldn't?"

Shelby blushed hard as she let out a nervous chuckle, looking down at her lap.

"I know, right?!" The older blonde nodded happily, pulling Shelby even closer. "My niece wants to meet her so badly, she said Shelby looks like a real-life princess." She chuckled.

Shelby laughed as she shook her head. "You do!" Bruce said. "When she was younger, I always called her my princess."

Audrey let out a sweet chuckle, smiling widely. "I bet young Shelby was the most beautiful thing ever."

"Do you want to see pictures?" Bruce asked as he started to get up.

"Oh, my God, no!" Shelby pleaded.

"I have pictures from her birth to college."

"Oh, dear God, help me."

"Yes!" The actress answered quickly, laughing softly at her lover's reaction. "Do you want some help to get them?"

"It's just one album full, so I'll be okay. But, thank you." He said with a smile before grabbing the photo album off a bookshelf. He came over and sat on the other side of Audrey as he opened the book. The first page was pictures of the day she was born. "These were taken the day she was born."

Audrey smiled at the man, placing a loving kiss on her lover's cheek as he took the album, soon looking down at it. At the sight of the baby, the actress felt her heart melting. "Oh, my Lord!" Audrey said sweetly. "She was so adorable!"

Shelby knew what the next page held, and she was dreading it. As her father flipped the page, she felt a fierce blush form on her cheeks. Many photos showed her as a baby in her first bath, first pool adventure, and a few other naked photos. "Oh, my god." She mumbled under her breath.

Audrey felt herself blurting into giggles as the page was flipped. Staring down at each photo, she bit her lip sweetly. "She was so adorable! This pink bikini looks so cute." She commented.

"I thought so too!" Bruce smiled before going to the next page which showed her various Halloween costumes over the years. One, in particular, stuck out to Shelby as she looked at them.

"Oh, my God. That was my kindergarten Halloween party!" She said as she pointed to the one where she was dressed as a fairy princess. "That's Dani next to me in the photo." She explained with a smile.

Audrey felt her heart warming more and more with each picture her eyes laid on; On the particular fairy one, the actress let out a sweet giggle. "You were so adorable, my love. Oh, my God! And that's Dani?! The Daniella I met?!"

"Were?" Shelby asked. "Are you saying I'm not adorable anymore?" She asked. "And yes."

Audrey rolled her eyes playfully with her lover's questions, hugging her closer. "Of course, you are still adorable, honeybun, what a question." She giggled.

Shelby smiled as she rested her head on her lover's shoulder.

Bruce flipped the page again, and upon this one had pictures of Shelby and Christian. From the youngest, they were to just a few years ago.

Audrey placed a soft kiss on top of Shelby's head, glance going back down at the pictures. "Is that Chris?!" she asked.

Shelby smiled at the kiss. She nodded softly. "Yeah. I told you we're close. I think there's like, three more pages that are pictures of us."

"There are," her father said.

Audrey smiled sweetly, her sight never leaving the pictures. "You two haven't changed a single bit." She commented.

"They really haven't. They're like two peas in a pod. Always have been." Bruce said.

"He's right." Shelby smiled softly.

Audrey smiled sweetly at the man, and then at her lover, nodding as she did so. "I can see that"

Bruce flipped a few pages to Shelby's middle school years where she dressed more girly than ever. All the pictures were either in a dress or a skirt, to which Shelby thought was a horrible fashion choice with the colors and designs she chose back then. And her hair was dyed. "Oh, God."

"Oh, my." Audrey let out another chuckle. "A fashion icon, huh?" She teased, holding back her laugh.

"No..." Shelby mumbled.

"She hates these pictures," Bruce commented

"I see." Audrey giggled, shaking her head. "You really shouldn't though, babe, they are p-" A chuckle cut her. "Precious"

Shelby playfully rolled her eyes. "Then why did you laugh?!" she pouted.

"You still look like you're five when you pout," Bruce said with a sweet, loving smile.

Audrey couldn't help but burst into giggles, caressing Shelby's waist. "Because they are just so lovely, sweetheart! And yes, I agree." She said, looking at Bruce.

"Whatever," Shelby playfully laughed. "Do you want something to drink?" she asked as she pulled away to stand up.

"Water, please," Audrey said softly, smiling up at her lover.

"What about you, dad?"

"I'd love a martini, but your brother says they're no good for me, so lemonade is okay."

"Okay," Shelby said with a small smile before walking to the kitchen.

"So, how's she doing?" Bruce asked in a whisper toward the actress.

At how the man asked Audrey the question, she felt her eyebrows furrowing a little. "Shelby? She's alright, very happy, I think." She whispered back.

"Good." Bruce smiled. "I'm just checking... last time she was here, they just separated, and she wasn't okay." He explained in a hushed tone, referring to Shelby and Matt.

Audrey couldn't help but feel her heart tightening; Thinking about Shelby in such a state was something that never failed to break the actress' heart. "She's been okay, really... smiling, laughing, eating, everything." She answered hushed as well.

Bruce smiled as he nodded. "Good, good."

Shelby walked back into the living room with three drinks. She placed her glass of tea on the table before handing Audrey her water and her dad his lemonade.

"Thank you, sweetheart." Bruce smiled.

Audrey nodded quickly to Bruce before turning her attention to Shelby, smiling at her. "Thank you, my love."

"You're welcome, babe," Shelby said as she sat back down on the couch.

Bruce turned to the page of Shelby's dance pictures. Everything from her middle school to her prom pictures.

Audrey smiled as she put Shelby closer, caressing her waist. "You never told me you used to be a dancer!" The actress complained playfully.

Shelby blushed slightly. "I quit in ninth grade."

"And became a cheerleader instead," Bruce added. "She did gymnastics too."

"Gymnastics?!" Audrey gasped after sipping on her water. "Babe, that's amazing!" She glanced at Shelby again.

"Yeah," Shelby laughed softly as she felt herself blushing even more.

"She won an award once for gymnastics and a few for dance," Bruce said.

Audrey felt her jaw-dropping, staring surprisingly at Shelby. "That's so awesome! You are so talented!"

"You're the talented one," Shelby said before placing a soft kiss on Audrey's cheek.

"Both of you girls are," Bruce said.

Audrey rolled her eyes as she shook her head playfully, giggling at the man's comment mixed with the small kiss on her cheek. "Thank you so much, sir."

"You're welcome." He smiled. "How much longer are you two here?"

"Five days," Shelby answered.

"We're leaving on Monday." The actress explained sweetly.

"Do you think you girls will have time to come over again?"

"Of course, Dad. Lizzy wants to come with us next time." Shelby said, and she could see the smile on her father's face.

"That'd be great."

Audrey melted at the smile on Bruce's face as Lizzy was mentioned. She loved the fact that Lizzy was so adored by everyone. "Lizzy is the sweetest little girl ever," Audrey commented.

"She really is. We see her as our own. We knew her from birth, but Isabella didn't start dating Christian until she was around a year old... I'm sure you've heard this though." He said.

"I have." The actress giggled, nodding sweetly before taking another sip of her water. "Before going back to Chris' place, Shelby and I promised to buy her a gift." She commented.

"Are you getting her a doll? She's obsessed with those right now." Bruce asked.

"Yes," Shelby laughed. "We've noticed."

Audrey laughed as well, nodding as she did so. "We are, but we are also getting her a surprise toy." She explained.

"What were you thinking of getting her?" Bruce asked as he set his lemonade on the coffee table in front of them.

Mimicking Bruce's actions with her drink, the actress looked at her lover. "We haven't thought of anything yet, actually." She chuckled embarrassedly. "Perhaps something Scooby-Doo related... she told us it's her favorite movie."

"Well, she has all the movies, but she has been asking for a stuffed Scooby," Bruce suggested.

"Thanks, Dad." Shelby smiled softly.

Audrey smiled widely at the suggestion, subconsciously pulling Shelby closer. "That's amazing, thank you!"

"You're welcome! Do you have any other plans for today?"

"No," Shelby answered.

"Okay," he nodded with a smile. "Does your mom know?"

"She knows about us," Shelby said with a small sigh. "She's doesn't know we're engaged yet."

At the subject in hand, Audrey felt her stomach doing a flip. She started chewing on her bottom lip, sight falling down.

Bruce nodded his head. "I don't mean to be the bearer of bad news, but you have to tell her."

"I know," Shelby said as she looked down at her lap. "We're telling her tomorrow."

"Okay. If she throws a fit at you, tell her to come talk to me."

Audrey pulled her lover just a little closer, knowing it was a hard subject for her. "Shelby told me you were not a fan of Matt, so I want you to know you already have ten points with me." The actress said playfully, wanting to light up the mood a little bit, daring to lift her eyes up.

Bruce chuckled as he nodded. "Being 'not a fan' is an understatement of how I felt. You've already won me over and I've known you for less than an hour."

Shelby felt her anxiety starting to ease up at their conversation.

With the man's words, Audrey felt her eyes getting teary. She smiled widely, staring tenderly at Bruce. "Thank you so much, sir." She spoke softly, honestly. "It really means a lot to me."

Shelby squeezed her lover's hand as she smiled at her father.

"You're welcome. You obviously mean a lot to Shel, so I'm happy to have you here."

Shelby was so thankful that he loved Audrey. It's all she wanted and more.

Audrey bit her lip as she felt a tear rolling down. With cheeks blushing fiercely, she let out an embarrassed chuckle as she wiped it away. "Sorry." She murmured.

"It's okay, honey. I'm a crier too."

"He is," Shelby commented. She thought for a moment and felt like it hit her. "Wow, you telling me you're gay explains a lot."

"Like what?" Bruce asked as if he was offended.

"Dad, you like watching romcoms with me, you helped me pick out my prom dresses, you always helped me with my outfits for dance, and you did my hair." She explained with a laugh at the end.

Audrey burst into laughs as she heard her lover's words, not even having the time to appreciate how sweet Bruce was being. "Babe!" She whispered.

"What?! I'm being honest. I honestly don't understand how I never noticed."

"I don't either," Bruce chuckled.

Audrey bit her lip as she let out another giggle, shaking her head as she did so. "I know you'd have done it anyway, sir. You seem like an amazing father." Audrey reassured, referring to the things Shelby had commented.

"I probably would have. I may have not found it as fun though. And thank you." Bruce smiled. He resumed his attention to the photo album and turned to the page of the first three years of Shelby's high school years.

Audrey smiled to him once again before glancing down, smiling at the pictures. "The braces! Oh, my God!" She laughed.

"Oh, God," Shelby muttered. "I thought you didn't save any of these!"

"I... lied," Bruce said quietly.

Audrey laughed even more with the man's confession, eyes never leaving the pictures. "I'm so glad you have these."

"I hated my braces! I still hate those pictures. Can't we move to something else?"

"Fine," Bruce said as he turned the page which was her cheerleading photos.

Audrey placed a tender kiss to her lover's cheek as she let out another chuckle, eyes falling to the pictures soon after, seeing her lover doing all the acrobatics. "Wow... those are amazing."

Shelby bit her lip to hide the smirk that wanted to show. She knew Audrey always wanted to see what she looked like as a cheerleader, saying that it would have been sexy to see in person.

"She was cheering captain her last two years," Bruce explained. "She was really good."

Audrey bit her lip as she kept staring at the pictures. She really wanted to see Shelby doing all those acrobatics again. "I can only imagine." She commented.

"I think in her room she still has her uniform."

"I do?" Shelby asked.

"I think so. It would be in the closet."

Audrey bit her lip, wondering if Shelby could put it on for her. "I wanna see it." The actress said softly, trying to hide her smirk.

Shelby playfully rolled her eyes as she stood from the sofa again. "Alright, come on." She held out her hand for her lover. "We'll be right back." She told her father.

"Take your time, sweetheart."

[atmilliways]

1!

“Toki trying to convince Nathan to do something lame.” It’s lame in the sense that I couldn’t come up with anything particularly lame. I sort of had an idea when I started, but it took a weird hop a little while in and ended unexpectedly. I’m not sure if I want to continue it or rework it to fit into the chaptered fic I’m still toiling away at. 

(mtl prompts list)

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It started off totally wholesome and innocent. 

Okay, no it didn’t. It started out with Toki walking in on Nathan fucking the manager over his desk, and the little shit ran screaming from the room like he’d just seen his parents doing it and needed to wash the dirty scene from his eyeballs with boiling acid. 

Then the texts started. As a rule, Nathan didn’t bother to read any texts from the Scandinavian guitarists because they were always a horrible mishmash of misspelled words, typos, autocorrects, and non-English words — in other words, completely incomprehensible. Toki, being generally more talkative, was the worst about this. Nathan solved the problem of the Norwegian relentlessly blowing up his phone  first by ignoring it, then eventually by leaving it in his jeans pocket to get taken out with the wash. He was issued a new one, with a new number, the next day. 

Since avoidance seemed to be working pretty well, Nathan continued the trend until it snowballed into the entire band just sort of forgetting to include Toki in things. That worked pretty well for a while too, until the whole Special Persons Invites Club mess. By then Toki seemed to have given up on trying to talk to him about what he’d seen, but Nathan was still vaguely on alert for the idiot to blurt it out right there in front of Pickles and Skwisgaar during a club meeting. Why else would he exclude Murderface, the band member most likely to shit his pants at the news and have a screeching gay crisis that could go on for weeks?

Well, aside from the fact that it was Murderface, that guy was pretty rank. But yeah, so totally incapable of coming out of the closet himself that he’d just ruin it for as many other people as possible. 

When nothing happened, Nathan just sort of figured Toki had forgotten about it. And then he’d started having those weird dreams about whales, and that thing with the liquid master had happened, and Pickles was so mad at him and pissing him off so much it was starting to border on cold war feud territory… and he kinda forgot too. 

Fast forward about a year and Nathan was still reeling from all the shit that had gone down. They all were, really. Everything from Roy’s death to Charles’ sudden resignation to Toki and Abigail’s rescue, it was too much to take in and make sense of. Had they become better people or something? Were they expected to save the world now, all by their dumbass selves? 

It was Nathan’s turn to sit in the box-like hospital room with Toki and keep an eye on him, make sure he didn’t wake up from his frequent drugged naps and go totally postal on the doctors and nurses or whatever, so he was crammed into the unfairly narrow visitor’s chair and trying to think. Not just about all the weird shit that had gone down, either… Ever since that, hrm hrm HRMMM, thing with Abigail on the Dethsub, Charles hadn’t been anything more than politely civil towards him. It had fucked up the whole boss-and-employee-with-benefits thing all to hell, and Nathan couldn’t help wondering guiltily if that was part of why the guy had left. They’d heard through the grapevine that Charles had taken over for that old priest who’d died, but none of Nathan’s calls or texts to the man seemed to go through anymore. 

“Nathans?” croaked a raspy voice. The frontman looked up to meet Toki’s bleary gaze. “Are you here’s to helps me goes to the b-a-s-t-h-r-o-h-m-n-s-e?” 

“Uhhhh…” It took his fumbling brain a moment to figure that one out, but when he got it, he grimaced. “No. They gave you a catheter after you pissed on Skwisgaar and he fell and broke his ass for a couple days. Just… go ahead and pee where you are.”

“Oh.” Toki giggled, either about the Skwisgaar thing or at the privilege of peeing without wetting the bed. “Okays.”

There was a deeply uncomfortable silence, during which Nathan pretended he didn’t know exactly what his band mate was doing over there. 

“Nathans?” Toki asked again. 

Fully expecting to be asked for ice water and a crazy straw, Nathan sighed and levered himself out of the uncomfortable chair. They all took Toki duty every few days, partly to protect the hospital staff but partly to reassure themselves that the kid — even though Nathan was technically younger, it was hard not to think of Toki as the baby of their fucked up little family — really was alive and well. Or at least, healing. Not dead, anyway, and definitely no longer a missing-in-action Schrödinger’s guitarist. After all that time they’d spent dicking around when they could’ve just fucking manned up and helped with the search, getting him water or his deddybear seemed fair enough penance. It beat having to say sorry, anyway. 

“Yeah, what?”

“You remembers… that time what’s I saw you and Charleses doings it up the butts?” 

Nathan froze, all the blood slamming out of his face in shock. “Uhhhhhhhhhh…” 

“Is he mads at you ‘cause of Abigails?” Toki continued weakly but earnestly. “I talks to her yesterdays and she saids maybe that ams what happens why he goes to that church place.” 

The creepy thing about that was, Abigail had opted to be moved to another hospital so she could be closer to her family. Several weeks ago. 

“So maybes whats you should does is… apoljisecks to hims in person, likes you did with Pickle.” 

“Toki, that’s…” Nathan scowled, trying to find the right words to convey how he felt about that suggestion. “Apologizing is really fucking lame and not metal. And you know how I feel about that.” 

Toki just looked at him with a grimace that said, Reallies? Okays, we does it this ways then. He groped around for the bed controls and hit the button that elevated his pillows slightly, so he was practically sitting up. 

“Nathans,” he slurred, “I talks to all the guys, and they says you should does it. Espescially Pickle, he said he was ams very moved whens you did it to hims. And Skwisgaar says you ams really bumming everyones out because you needs to get laid. Even Morderface agrees you beens in a real weirds mood since the submarines… I think that says a lots.” 

“What… does that say?” Nathan asked with menacing slowness, his scowl deepening stubbornly, but on the inside he was totally freaking out. Toki had talked to the guys about this? All of them? 

And those assholes actually backed him up on this apologizing thing? 

Toki gave him a wavery smile. “That you misses and cares about hims.” 

“I don’t— God, you’re making it sound gayer than it actually is.”

“Whats am gayer than sex in the butts with two guys?” Toki asked, puzzled.

There wasn’t really any good answer for that, so Nathan just stomped over to the window and glared out through it at nothing, his arms crossed sullenly over his chest. Yeah, he was pissed at Toki, but dammit if the kid hadn’t hit a nerve about his conflicted feelings over their former manager.

He thought about the long string of texts on his phone — all sent to Charles, with no reply for months. At some point the stupid knock knock jokes and links to cat memes had given way to things like Did you get my text and Just fucking talk to me you dick.

He thought about how he really had been in a piss-poor mood ever since being stuck on that sub for three months, and how it no longer felt quite adequate to simply blame his own actions on Charles holding out on him so they could all focus on the new album. After all, it was the album that was somehow supposed to save the fucking world, right? And sure, Charles could’ve explained that at the time, but Nathan had to admit it wouldn’t have had the same convincing affect as a giant flying dude coming out of nowhere and murdering the head of their record label with scary-ass mind powers. 

He thought about fooling around with Charles, getting the guy to loosen up a little for a change, and how afterwards Charles would be all relaxed and pliant and actually laugh at shit like a normal person… 

“Nathans?” 

“WHAT?” 

“Can I haves a cups of ice waters whats got a real cool straw?” Toki asked petulantly. His pout at being snapped at was practically audible. 

When Nathan stomped out of the room to get the requested drink, he stopped a passing doctor by grabbing onto one lab-coated arm and swinging her around. 

“Hey,” he demanded gruffly, jabbing a thumb back over his shoulder towards Toki’s room, “is that dildo okay to be moved?” 

The doctor blinked. “Um, yes, Mr. Explosion. He still needs to be on medication, but he’s healing up more quickly than expected.” 

“Good,” Nathan growled, “because were going on a trip. Get him ready to go by… uh, just as soon as possible. Got it?” He’d been about to say tomorrow, but now that he’d decided on his next course of action he wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. Releasing the bewildered physician, he rounded on the klokateers standing guard outside Toki’s door. “You guys, you call… someone, and make sure the submarine is ready to go. And tell all the guys, too.” 

He straightened up to his full imposing height — not that anyone around him needed to be more intimidated, it just felt cool and important to do every once in a while. Without realizing it, his growl was starting to take on some of the ominous rumble of prophecy. 

“We’re going back into the ocean.”