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norrisleclercf1 · 1 month

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They're My Future, You're The Past

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader x Lando Norris

Rating: PG

Warnings: Light Angst, fluff

Words: 3.6K

A/N: I can't believe this series is over, I think I've cried 4 times over writing this and I just, wow, the love it got and how patient you all have been waiting for this, I could never thank you enough for the support. Thank you! Peace Out

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The sun's glow casts on your face, warming your cold body. It was customary for you to sit here and watch the people move along the cobblestone. "Would you like some more?" Craning your head, you nod to the waiter, who smiles as they fill your mug with fresh tea. You turn back, watching the people as they pass the cafe. The same restaurant that was the one you met Charles at. Right up the road was where he asked you out, and now you're waiting for your past to catch you.

"You're actually here," The voice behind you sounds out of breath like they ran here, but you knew it was due to the cold. His blonde hair looks like silver strands, and his blue eyes look like bright orbs of stars. "Nico, sit." You open your hand to the chair across from you. Nico shifts his weight from side to side, wondering if he should. "Nico, we're not going to argue, we're not….we'll. I'm not who I used to be. Now, please, sit." You urge, wanting to put this to rest.

You initially didn't want to meet with Nico; you were perfectly fine with just leaving things as they were, not talking. But Elijah wants you to speak to him, having given you his letter, and all it left you with was annoyance and pain. It's been 16 years. Why did your son want you to deal with this now?

"Elijah called me," Nico clears his throat, looking everywhere but you. "He told me Lando was next to him the entire time." It was one of Lando's new rules: no more secrets and Lando wanted to be there when Elijah talked to Nico. He didn't want his boy exposed to whatever hatred Nico had to spill. "I wouldn't trash talk you to our son." You scuff and look into the sun, letting it warm your skin. "My son, he's not yours." You held no anger or venom in those words, more so truth.

"He is, my blood, my," "Nico Rosberg, stop right now." Your voice holds a stern edge that has Nico sitting up straight. "Let me make this clear," You lean onto the table, staring deep into those blue eyes your son mirrors. "Charles and Lando are his father's. You either accept that or will have no part in Elijah's life. And I don't care if Elijah wants to be a part of it; you will respect the two men who stood up and supported me from the moment they knew me." You hiss, keeping your voice low so you don't draw any attention to you two.

"Y/n," Nico huffs, tugging at the once vibrant blonde, now dull with specks of grey lining. "I don't have a problem with them, but that respect needs to go both ways," Nico pleads, but you roll your shoulders back, refusing to back down. "No, Nico, it doesn't. They will be "respectful" in front of Elijah, and I will only stand beside them if you give my husbands any reason to cut ties." Nico and you fall silent, staring each other down.

Nico cuts his eyes away, and you get a little thrill at how you could make Nico Rosberg back down. "Nico, we'll never be what we used to be. You taught me many lessons and some I didn't deserve to learn, yet they landed me two men I should've valued and trusted more. I damaged our relationship because of the lies I carried from us, and I won't do that anymore. I won't carry this hate we both hold into my life." You whisper the last part, fiddling with your tea.

"You're drinking tea?" Nico notices, and you look up, his eyes locking with yours. "Yes," Looking away first and watching a new yacht dock. "That's….good." He smiles at you softly, and you feel your lips curl slightly. "Um, Elijah texted me; he wants to come over and meet Vivian and the girls; is that okay?" Nico seemed happy about his son meeting his daughters and wife. You remember Vivian. She was a wonderful person and always so sweet to you.

"It would be wonderful; Vivian is a wonderful person. I just want Elijah to have another place he can go to. I want him to be welcomed, Nico; he deserves it. Elijah is a wonderful boy," Nico nods and sighs deeply. "I know we'll have to work on our communication, but we're going to the Alpes, and if Elijah wants to come, he can even bring Cecile." Nico smiles brightly at the thought of the two Leclerc-Norris children joining.

"I'm not going to replace Charles or Lando, Y/n. But I want to be a part of my so- of Elijah's life. However much you let me be there, I won't cross any boundaries or parent him, but I will be…..firm." You nod and sip the tea, letting it warm your bones. "We'll figure something out; I must get home now." Nico nods, stands up, and moves to hug you but stops. You smile; you have no ill will toward him; stepping forward, you let him hug you, and all those memories of being in his arms come rushing back.

"Do you think you could do a favor?" You give him a confused look, and Nico looks almost ashamed to ask you this. "Do you think you could talk to Lewis?" You raise an eyebrow, and Nico groans, rubbing the back of his neck. "After what happened to us, we haven't talked in a while." You admit, and your eyes grow wide. "Are you serious? He stopped talking to you because of you and I?" You couldn't believe this.

"Yeah, I didn't really appreciate me hurting you." You have to cover your mouth to stop laughing and sigh. "I'll see what I can do; he's coming over for lunch anyways." Nico nods, and you both stand there, unsure what else you could say. "I'll see you later, Nico." Nico nods and lays down some money, more than enough for the both of you.

"I love Vivian, Y/n, but you were the one thing I regret getting away. But," Nico takes a deep breath and smiles. "I think it was for the better, don't you?" You smile, a genuine smile that made Nico always stop and stare. "It was all worth it,"

"Cece baby, you can't give up just because it's hard," Lando begs, really hating that they're in the stage where if something was hard, Cecile would just stop working on it. "But, I don't understand it, Dad. Can't I just stop?" She whines, and Lando sighs, rubbing his hair. Sometimes, Lando really hates being a dad because he remembers what it was like growing up and how hard things were, but he just takes a deep breath and tries again.

"Cece, sit down. You need to know how to do this for your school. Now, you and I do it, or I get Papa or Uncle Max to help you. Now, which one do you want?" Lando asks, trying hard to keep his stern voice. "You," She whispers and throws herself down into her chair beside him. Chuckling, Lando fixes her hair and kisses her temple. "Math wasn't easy for me either, baby," Cecile whines and shakes her head.

"It's not that, Daddy. All the words get jumbled when I read them." She whispers, casting her head down, and Lando freezes. He tries to wipe off the panic look on his face and clears the knot in his throat. "What do you mean the words get jumbled?" He asks, not wanting to jump straight to his first thought. "I mean, the letters move across the paper, and it doesn't make sense. I try my best, but it makes it harder, and then it gets harder when I get frustrated. What's happening?" Cece turns, eyes wide and filled with tears.

"Nothing is wrong; we just need to schedule an appointment with your doctor. There's nothing wrong with you, Cece; your brain is wired differently, like mine. It's called dyslexia, I have it, and after we talk to your doctor, then I can teach you tricks on how to deal with it?" "Does that mean we can stop with the homework?" Lando chuckles and, kisses her forehead and nods. "Yep, go." Lando smiles as he watches Cecile run off into the house.

Lando sighed and buried his face in his hands and tugged his hair gently, "Shit," Lando didn't want Cecile to be trouble in school; he remembered and still how hard it is for him sometimes to read, but taking a deep breath he leans back in the chair and smiles at the doorway. "How long have you been there?" Charles chuckles and steps into the room, holding a tray of snacks, clearly about to go to waste. "Not long; you think she has dyslexia?" Charles places the tray down, and Lando scoops up an apple slice and munches it.

"Yeah, she said the same words I said when I was her age and finally admitted to having trouble." Charles hums, reaching up and tugging on his husband's signature curls, making him groan from the slight pressure. "You're stressing, stop stressing." He whispers, and Lando chuckles, swallowing down another apple slice. "She's our little girl, Charles. I don't want her to struggle." Charles sighs and sits in Lando's lap, who smiles and pulls him closer.

"Lando, she's not going to struggle, she's got you, me, Elijah, and Y/n. She'll be good." Charles whispers and wraps his arms around his husband's neck, who hums and rests his head on Charles's chest. "How's Elijah? Is he doing okay?" Lando asks, knowing your relationship with Elijah has been challenging since you returned. He's been a little stand-offish with you, something Charles has been trying to fix.

"Fine, he's with Arthur and Mama and wants to spend the night, but I told him he's coming home. I think he's worried that Y/n will be gone again when he comes home." Charles's fingers tangle in those curls he loves so much, and he takes in the hint of lemon in his shampoo. It was a weird scent, but Lando loves his lemon and mint shampoo. "Good, he needs to be home. We can have a movie night or something," Lando's words trail off as you step into the house laughing, and Lando tenses, hearing the familiar laughter of his fellow Brit.

"Be nice," Charles whispers; Lando grumbles and pats Charles's thigh so they can stand as you and Lewis come into view. "Hey guys," Lewis smiles, and Charles happily hugs his old teammate, and Lando stands there glaring. "Lando," Lewis smiles, and Lando bites his tongue but fails. "You knew everything, didn't you?" "Lando!" You and Charles blurt, having wanted lunch first before Lando jumped Lewis.

"What? He's in our house and probably knew where you were and didn't tell us! Why should I be nice?" Lando asks, and Lewis chuckles and lays his coat over the back of the chair. "Lando, let's sit this straight. She is my family, and you and I are friends, but she is my baby sister, and I'll toss everything away between us for her. Understand?" Lewis's eyes narrow at Lando, who stands there, trying to make himself look bigger.

"I don't like that," Lando grumbles, and you roll your eyes and fix your sweatshirt as Charles comes over and kisses you gently. You smile and pray he doesn't notice, but he doesn't and kisses you again. "They're going to kill each other," You whisper, but Charles rolls his eyes at Lando's childish antics. "Lando, I don't give a fuck if you don't like it. She's my sister, fucking deal with it." Lewis rolls his eyes but stops seeing his niece's dirty blonde hair.

"Uncle Lewis!" Cecile screams and comes barreling at him. "Hey, gorgeous." He smiles and picks her up a little bit as she giggles and hugs her uncle tighter. "Guess what?" Cecile asks as Lewis sits her down. You notice him wince, his back still hurting him. "What?" "I'm just like Daddy!" Lando turns and looks at his daughter, and you notice his eyes grow a little shiny.

"Yeah? How are you like Daddy?" Cecile gets the biggest smile on her face as she bounces around. "Daddy and I both see letters moving! How cool is that?" She laughs as Lando turns and clears his throat. "I think that's very cool, gorgeous; you and Lando are very good to each other." Lewis smiles, and Cecile gives a big, toothy grin. "Yeah, I think so too! I'm even going to work for McLaren one day." She smiles up at Lando, who walks over and pulls her close, hugging her.

"Hey! I'm home, Pa!" You smile and turn, greeting Elijah, who stops and stares at you like a deer in headlights. "Hey Ma," Your smile drops slightly, hearing the hesitancy in your boy's voice. "Hi, honey, um, your Uncle Lewis is here." Elijah seems to relax at that. "Sweet, I want his advice about my driving in F4." Elijah brushes past you and eyes Lando and Cecile weirdly. "Why is Dad crying?" "I'm not crying! Lewis stupid ass cologne is burning my eyes!" Lewis scuffs and hugs Elijah as they walk deeper into the house, discussing F4.

"Daddy, can you let go of me now? I'm hungry." Lando sniffles pulls back, and rubs the top of her head. "Yeah, go. I'll join you in the kitchen soon." Cecile nods and stops at you and Charles, kissing your cheeks. The silence around you three grows, and you smile at Charles and Lando.

"So I might've told Nico he can come over later tonight," You blurt, and Charles and Lando whip their heads your way. "Why?" Charles sputters, and you laugh gently and fix the back of his hair. "Elijah wants a relationship with him and his half-sisters; who am I to stop that?" "His mother," Lando groans, sitting down as he knows arguing with you is useless. "Lando, that is Elijah's fat," You stop yourself, knowing calling Nico Elijah's father before Charles and Lando wasn't the wisest thing in the world.

"I think it's a good idea," Lando whips around, staring at his husband in shock, but Charles has a delicate smile. "Of course, if he still comes home to us, yes?" Hearing such vulnerability and raw emotion, your throat tightens, and you waver momentarily. Charles was still scared that you and Elijah would be gone without notice one day. He'd come back from a race, and you're just gone. It's been his nightmare since he's gotten you back. "Yes, Charles, he won't stay the night there." Charles nods, the tension soaking out of his shoulders while Lando turns and scuffs.

"Dad, I want this." Lando turns and sees Elijah standing there, bag in hand, ready to go to Nico's place. Elijah, ducky, I know you do, but it scares me." Lando whispers; Elijah places his bag down and sighs. "I know, Dad, but I'm not a kid anymore. I know my real parents, but I deserve to see the man who could've been my Dad. I get that right, but you, you're the one who raised me, Dad. That's never going to change." Lando rubbed his hair hard, a sign that he was getting anxious. "I don't want you to be hurt." Lando mummers, and Elijah moves closer.

"Come here, old man." Lando chuckles, and Elijah hugs his Dad, kissing his cheek too. You smile, noticing they hug the same way by burrowing their noses in the person's neck. "I love you, not him. You and Pa raised me, my fathers, and that will never change." Lando nods and tightens his arms before dropping them as Elijah steps back. "I got the girls gifts. Nico says they like dress-up, and pink and mint blue are their favorite colors." You giggle, seeing the way Elijah lights up talking about his half-sisters. Elijah's phone buzzes, and he looks at his watch, smiling. "Nico's here. See ya'll later." You wave and walk outside, seeing two little blonde heads run up and hug your boy. Your husband walks out and glares at Nico.

Nico, taking it like a champ, waves and walks toward you. You step forward, and Nico goes, still seeing Lewis step out of the house with Cece. "Ignore them so he can stay as late as he likes, but he's not spending the night. Also, please be careful with nuts; he's allergic." Nico nods, listening intently as Elijah groans, the girls crawling over him. "Sometimes he gets anxious and hides it well, but he pulls his hair or runs his hands through it pretty hard. So if he does get anxious, just ask him to run an errand, and he'll be okay." Nico smiles and stops you by placing a hand on your shoulder.

"I've got it. You have to let me learn. But I'd rather ask him what he needs than hear it from you." You smile and move, hugging Nico back. You take a breath and start to giggle. "God, you still wear that god-awful perfume." Nico begins to laugh, and you shake your head. "Jesus, man, get a better perfume." Nico rolls his eyes and turns to his girls. "Girls, leave your brother alone," Elijah laughs and lifts them up, making them squeal. "Come on, little Rosbergs, in the car." Elijah opens the door, helps them in, and even buckles them in.

Your breath catches as you notice how similar Nico's girls and your boy look alike. "Bye-bye, Eli!" Cece yells from Lewis's side, and Elijah turns, smiling brightly. "Bye-bye, Cece." Elijah laughs and climbs into the car, and Nico smiles and nods at the men behind you and jogs to the vehicle. You hear giggles as the car drives off slowly.

You smile while watching Lando and Charles follow a recipe, something you've been craving from home. You miss how your relationship used to be, but you know you'll never get that back and must embrace the new dynamics in your life. Lando giggles when Charles kisses his nose, and you lean back, barely sipping from your wine glass—something Lewis clocks immediately.

"Y/n, can you show me the new flowers you planted?" You turn and nod, and Charles and Lando smile at you. You leave the wine behind and walk outside into your small private garden. You got lucky in Monaco to build an actual home and have a little bit of land. No one really wanted to live in the mountains anyway. "How far along?" He asks softly, turning you to smile brightly at your best friend.

"For a couple of months, I haven't told them yet," you whisper, touching your stomach and feeling happiness wash over you. "Lando or Charles's?" You laugh and hook your arm with Lewis's, staring at the fading tattoos, remembering all the nights you'd come to his room crying and tracing them as he nursed your broken heart all those years ago. "Charles's," There was no doubt in your voice.

When you returned from Finland, Charles and you were all over each other as Lando had to go to Mercedes headquarters and take the kids with him to visit his parents. You and Charles didn't leave the bed and may have gotten through a pack of condoms and said screw it, laughing as you both didn't care if you had another baby. Your therapist might judge, though.

"Great, just what the world needs, another one of you," Lewis teases, and you giggle, walking up to the gorgeous new butterfly bushes you had planted. "What do they mean?" Lewis asks, and you rock back and forth, sighing. "New beginnings. I think we all deserve a clean slate, don't you?" Lewis smiles, touching the flowers gently, admiring the vibrant purple. "Yeah, I think it's time to forgive the past," Lewis turns, running a hand over his braids before taking back your hand. "So, who'll be the godfather of this one?" You slap his chest, which makes him snicker.

"Nico," "I'll fucking sue!" Lewis barks, and you throw your head back laughing, seeing the smoke coming from his ears. "What happened to forgiving the past?" "Not for him! He's dead to me," Lewis lets go of you and storms inside, and you hear the giggles of Cece and Lewis grumbling as they come back out and head towards the karts. "Be careful!" "We will, Mama!" Cece waves, and you shake your head, like her father, with wild curls.

Stepping inside, you kick off your sandals and enjoy the cool tiles as you enter your open kitchen. The same kitchen you told them about, Cece. The memory makes you get choked up, but you quickly push it down, not wanting to worry the boys. Stepping deeper, you see Lando pull away, smiling as Charles chases him for another kiss and blushes to see you. You move between them and hug Charles, melting into Lando when he presses you into Charles more.

It's silent, and you enjoy it, hearing Charles's calming heartbeat and Lando's hums, which make you shiver. He chuckles, kissing your bare shoulder. "Did you not like the wine?" Lando asks, knowing you usually had a glass as they cooked. "Nah, it doesn't sit well with the baby," Charles chuckles. "Yeah, babies normally don't, wait." He pushes you back, his face filled with joy.

"Wait, what, baby?" You burst out laughing at those exact words said from the beginning. You knew this was the last chapter of your old life, your new one beginning. And you're going to love this new chapter.

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deancaspinefest · 3 months

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Whatever Makes You Happy

Author: Rex_Writes | Artist: Kit Shay

Posting on Sunday March 24

An aspiring songwriter, Dean Winchester spends his days in the local coffee shop, which just happens to be run by the most gorgeous man he has ever seen, Castiel Novak. This gorgeous man becomes his muse, songs flow out of Dean’s pen with the speed of a rushing river. Unfortunately, just like getting his songs heard, Castiel is just another thing Dean can’t have. He’s had his heart broken by a straight guy before and he can’t go through that again. Thankfully, Dean meets Lee Webb who is an amazing singer, AND he’s actually /interested/ in Dean. Will Dean stay with the man who’s a sure thing or will he risk everything for whatever makes him happy?

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

Dean took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart and steady his shaking fingers.

"Hey. You're gonna be great. They're gonna love you," Charlie said as she placed a reassuring hand on Dean’s shoulder.

"It's not them I'm worried about. It's him. What if he just thinks I'm some sort of…creep." Dean huffed softly and dropped his head to his chin. "This was a stupid idea, Charlie, I can't do this." Dean stood up from the stool he had been sitting on. "Charlie?" Charlie had disappeared, but Dean saw the curtains flutter close as he heard her voice over the speaker.

"Guys, gals, and non-binary pals, welcome to open mic night, or as I like to call it, Artist Validation Night. Our first performer is a little shy, so let's give a warm round of applause for Dean Winchester!"

The curtains on the mock stage in the coffee shop swooshed open and Dean was suddenly faced with too many familiar faces. He couldn't do this. This was too much, he didn't sing in front of people. Hell, Charlie wouldn't even know he could sing if she hadn't come home early one day and heard him while he was taking a shower.

But here he was. There was only one person he was singing to, but he forced himself not to look, instead focusing on finding the right chords.

You were here before Couldn't look you in the eye You look like an angel Your skin makes me cry

Dean closed his eyes as he sang. Piercing blue eyes flashed through his mind.

But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here

Dean knew that he missed notes, and his tone wasn’t perfect, but that's what happened when you put all your emotion into a song. His fingers deftly slid over the frets, playing the chords he knew by heart. Dean took a deep breath and finally lifted his eyes from his guitar during the next section, easily finding those blue eyes at the back of the room. He stared into those gorgeous blue eyes singing the next lines without looking away.

I want you to notice When I'm not around So fuckin' special I wish I was special

Dean broke the connection first by double checking he had the right finger placement for the upcoming bridge. He took a grounding breath and launched into the bridge.

Whatever makes you happy Whatever you want You're so fuckin' special I wish I was special

Dean looked back up to meet the icy blue stare yet again, but he was gone. Fuck. He knew this was a shit idea. He knew Cas was straight. He was gonna kill Charlie.

Dean finished the song, finding a cruel truth in the last chorus.

But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here

(continue reading on Ao3 on Sunday March 24)

#destiel #deancas #destiel fic #deancas fic #destiel art #deancas art #pinefest 2024 #pinefest previews #2024 Dean/Cas Pinefest #author: Rex_Writes #artist: Kit Shay #Singer/Songwriter AU #Misunderstandings #UST

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beoneofus · 1 year

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 | 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬

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let's start off with the fact that these boys would never think about picking flowers, let alone wearing flower crowns. david got a bouquet for you once, and it was only because you were upset. he couldn't let you be sad, and he knew you loved flowers... so two and two led to four. dwayne has looked at them, and thought about gifting you them, but never really got around to it because of his pride of doing it in front of others. paul is just an airhead and doesn't really think about such things. and marko, well... he usually presses and scrapbooks them - the dead ones, anyway.

when you brought up that you wanted to do something new, the boys immediately thought sexual. let's be real, if anyone mentions that and they have a dirty mind, that's what they're gonna think. it made your face light aflame - but you instantly shut them down, waving your hands frantically and shushing their laughter.

“ s’not funny! you guys should know that's not what I meant! ”

pouting. cute, cute pouting. but of course, you quickly recover once paul goes to pinch your cheek. you swat him away, and shuffle out of of the room to fetch your latest creation.

once you're back, a grin on your face, you present the blue, yellow and green masterpiece to them. It took a lot of hard work, including the decision of which flowers to use, so you were very proud of it.

you never thought marko would burst straight into laughter though. of course, all the boys would tease you, it was fun-picking. they also had their own taste, so it was understandable if they didn't like certain things. but this? this was your pride and joy, given you didn't think you had many talents. since it was so successful, it made you very happy.

though, marko laughing and calling it childish really hurt your feelings. he was usually really patient and treated you with lots of care, including your emotions. but he didn't seem to take those into consideration when he pointed and said some pretty mean words.

“ marko, knock it off, man. ” paul slapped the back of his arm over the blondes chest, proving he wasn't messing around. he was the one who first saw the hurt flash through your eyes, and now he meant business. “ what? ” marko jeered, actually taken back. he didn't think what he said was a big deal. “ I'm just sayin’ it's girly! ”

quite frankly, it wasn't. girliness didn't exist in your mind. neither did the separation of genders; it was just stupid. paul thought the same, which is why he huffed and stepped forward, taking ahold of your hands.

rubbing his thumbs over your pinkies in small circles, he reassured you he liked it. david had shot marko a glare, and dwayne hit him on the back of his head. although you very still sensitive to the insults, you very much appreciated the others sticking up for you and comforting you. that's why you smiled to paul, and raised the crown up in suggestion.

“ make one with me. ”

paul was dumb founded at first, given he's never done such a thing. he wasn't real crafty like marko was, and well... he didn't think he had many talents. dwayne could skateboard, david could manipulate people no problem, marko had animals by his side no matter what and could master any art skill. but paul? he got high, ate, had stupid thoughts he voiced out loud, and sometimes doodled dumb shit for the hell if it. sure, he could pull off flips and shit when he felt like it.. but was that really a talent?

at first he wanted to wave you off, bit after seeing the hope in your eyes he couldn't. but, that wasn't all.

he accepted the offer, but also invited the others to tag along.

the whole thing left them bamboozled, and a bit of an argument broke out. after you begged though, and made a little deal with david, you five headed outside and to the little field of flowers not too far from the bluffs.

upon arrival, paul dragged you off to immediately collect different flowers. he was excited to spend time with you, and for you to show him how to make the flower crowns.

you two found a spot to sit, and he got to work on picking colors he liked. of course he chose red, but also orange and a nice purple. he didn't know the names of the flowers, but you informed him they were chrysanthemum's, begonia's and clematis’. they were very pretty together, and you informed him so.

paul had trouble weaving them together, given the stems were sensitive, but you showed him to go slow and take his time. It took a bit of help, but he eventually got the hang of it. you congratulated him for it, and complimented him the rest of thw way through. if paul had a tail, it'd probably be wagging at full speed right about now.

you... might've totally forgotten about the others, on accident. too busy helping paul and enjoying you guys’ time, everything else managed to slip past you. It wasn't until you heard the rustling of dwayne's leather jacket did you actually look up, away from the processing flower crown.

he held a finished product in his hands, made of yellow tulips and purple belle flowers. that took you off guard because you didn't know dwayne knew how to do such a thing. once he saw the surprised look on your face though, he quietly informed you he was watching from afar and taught himself.

a grin and compliments were given to his hard work. he smiled back, only to sit down beside you and set his masterpiece upon your head.

“ you look beautiful, darling. ”

it took everything in you not to cover your face. dwayne was quite the charmer and he always had that effect on you. so, bashfully, you turned away; going back to your weaving with puffed cheeks.

“ hey! how the hell do you twist this shit together?! ”

you'd all look over, only to see marko and david struggling. after sharing brief looks, the three of you best into laughter.

that night was a quite fun to say the least. david couldn't get it no matter how hard he tried, and marko surprisingly took longer than paul with figuring out the right hand movements. all in all, you couldn't wait to do something like that again!

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imprettytired · 8 months

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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Chapter 6

Cw: drugs, hallucinations, injury, blood, arguing, references to self harm.

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An alarm remind Mammon to get out of bed a few hours later. He didn't sleep. Actually he's forgotten what he's been doing, though he vaguely remembers spending money on something.

He didn't want to get up. He had to get up. His pills were wearing off.

He went straight to the bathroom and grabbed the bag of pills. They looked different. They now had a light blue tint, but to Mammon they were the only things that would get him through the day, so they didn't look too different to him.

He popped two in his mouth and began to get ready for school, waiting for the pills to kick in.

He stared into the mirror.

He looks great! Or at least he thought he looked great. Maybe the lack of sleep made him appear sick to others, but he couldn't tell.

"Everyone finds you repulsive."

Strangely Mammon has begun to get used to the voice, although he does still wish that it was just a thought or, at the very least, said something nice.

Before Mammon put the pills back into it's place he had a realization. The bathroom wasn't the best place for his pills. He looked around the room for a bit before deciding that under the couch was the best option.

"I'll find a better place later." He thought, slipping the bag under the cushions.

He decided to only take a shower, and hoped that he could get home soon.

----

In the middle of a shower the pills finally kicked in. He hated the feeling he got. He was happy but these pills didn't give him the same burst of energy he was used to. They made him exhausted to the point where he could barely open his eyes.

The next thing he knew he was laying in his shower as someone was banging on his bedroom door.

As he got up and saw as blood trickled from his face. He touched his nose. It didn't hurt but he knew he did something to it as he saw the blood on his fingers.

He still heard the banging as he turned off the shower and started drying off.

"Come on Mammon you're gonna be late."

"How is that possible?" He thought. "I had at least an hour. They shouldn't have even had breakfast yet."

Mammon put on his clothes and went to the door, quickly putting his hand over his nose

"Everyone already left but Lucifer wanted to make sure you were up." Beelzebub said then took a good look at Mammon.

"Mammon are you sure you're feeling better? You still look really sick."

He was so tired.

"I'm fine."

Mammon's nose bled hard, so hard that wiping it only seemed to make it worse and draw attention to it.

"What happened?" Beelzebub said, panicked.

"I slipped in the shower but I'll be fine."

Mammon watched as Beelzebub quickly grabbed something from out of his pocket before handing it to him.

It was a small bandage.

Mammon knew enough to know that bandage was going to do nothing for him, he would be quiet literally putting a bandage on a broken bone.

He looked up at Beelzebub. Getting ready to tell him just that. Then he saw the small smile plastered on his face, almost like he knew it was useless in this situation, but he still wanted to help.

Mammon put the useless bandage on his nose and grabbed a handkerchief for the blood.

----

Mammon dragged himself into school and watched as everyone began leaving for their classes. Scanning the walls he could tell that more flyers had appeared. He didn't even need to read them to know what they're about.

"I just have to get through this." He thought. But he was so tired that he considers finding a secluded place to sleep.

Mammon entered the student council room. Nothing has changed over the few weeks he's been gone, but something felt different. He hadn't noticed how truly empty the room was. He never cared too much before then but the lack of people only elevated his worry.

He looked up at Diavolo. He seemed to be in deep thought, scribbling something on a piece of paper. Mammon wanted to get this meeting out of the way. He was exhausted.

"Ya' want somethin'?"

Diavolo looked at him.

"Oh Mammon! Ar- What happened to your nose?"

"I fell."

"Are you feeling better?"

Mammon nodded.

Diavolo gave Mammon a small smile then calmly walked over to him.

"How are you Mammon?"

"I'm fine, just really tired."

He stopped smiling.

"Mammon about the other day. Did you only said those things because you were tired."

"What did I say?"

"Well" Diavolo began.

----

"It's just. I um-" Mammon then stopped suddenly almost as if something caught you off guard.

"Why can't you just stop" Mammon said, his voice cracking a little as he tried to stop himself from crying.

"I want to hurt myself so badly and it's all your fault." Mammon's eyes rapidly looked around the school desperately trying to find who he was talking to.

But it there was no one except Diavolo and the few students still lingering in the hallway

"I'm going to kill you."

"Why would you want to do that?"

Mammon only glanced at Diavolo before going back to looking around.

"I don't know."

"Try to calm down, okay?"

Diavolo took a step, reaching his arm out in an attempt to consol him.

"STOP" Mammon yelled backing away.

"Do you want me to back up?"

"Not you."

"Then who?"

Mammon went back to looking around and stayed that way until he eventually snapped out of it.

----

Mammon was horrified, embarrassed, he couldn't believe that he was stupid enough to say that out loud and to Diavolo off all people.

At least it wasn't Lucifer.

"I'm so sorry I don't know why I said that."

"But you meant it didn't you?"

He couldn't lie. He hated that he couldn't just lie his way out.

He just looked down at Diavolo's shoes.

"Look Mammon I can't force you to talk about anything but you can always talk to me."

He said the only thing he thought was true.

"I don't know why I said that. I don't know what's wrong with me. To be honest something hasn't been right for awhile now."

He felt great finally getting that out.

"I've noticed. Even if you haven't shown up often. You look worse everytime I see you."

Mammon looked up at Diavolo, and then remembered.

"Is there anything you can do about this?" Mammon said, gesturing to his hand and nose.

"How'd you break your hand?"

"I fell."

Mammon could tell that he didn't believe it, but Mammon continued.

"It's been like this for a few days now."

"And it hasn't healed?"

Mammon held out his bandaged hand. Lucky for him, he didn't need to remove the bandage to see that it was broken.

Diavolo seemed to be deep in thought as a concerned look was plastered on his face.

"Yeah follow me."

Diavolo turned around but Mammon didn't feel like following. He was far too tired so he closed his eyes hoping that he'll give himself a few seconds to relax.

There was a thud as though something had hit the floor.

----

Mammon woke up confused. He looked around at could make out three people from the corner of his eye. He waited for the ringing in his ears to dissipate.

"Did he pass out before he fell or after?"

"I have no clue. I was turned around, but he said he fell and broke his nose and hand earlier."

"Is he on any drugs?"

"No"

"Has he been drinking?"

"His speech was a little slurred but I thought it was because of his nose. He doesn't seem drunk."

"He was really upset earlier so I don't know if that stressed him out or not. He was also sick."

"Do you know what upset him?"

"He's just been really depressed lately."

Mammon started to laugh. He knew that they were looking at him, so he sat up his vision going black for a split second.

"Why are y'all so worried I was just trying to sleep."

"Mammon no one save for Belphegor falls asleep standing."

"Well I'm tired."

"Mammon, he's a doctor and he's going to help you." Diavolo said.

The man that had been talking to them went up to Mammon.

"I need to check your nose."

"No it's fine."

"Mammon let him help you." Diavolo said

"I don't want help anymore." He snapped.

"Do you know if he normally acts like this?"

"No, he's usually more annoying." Lucifer said.

"STOP IT." Mammon yelled, pushing the doctor off of him. It took him a second for him to realize what he's done.

"I'm sorry I-I didn't mean to."

"It's okay, will you let me help you now?"

"No."

The man sighed, turning to look at Diavolo and Lucifer.

"Is there any way he could relax enough to let me check him?"

"No. Let me go home." Mammon answered.

"Mammon you're not leaving until you do what he says."

----

"Okay so this hand has been bothering you?" The man says, pointing at Mammon's broken hand.

"Yeah."

"Okay" the man starts to remove Mammon's bandages

"Do you have to remove the bandages?" Mammon said, trying his hardest not to panic

"Well yes your wounds need to be healed too."

"Wounds?"

"Yeah you're brother said the you had cut your hand on some glass when you fell."

Mammon quickly pulled his hand back.

"I just want you to work on my hand and nothing else. You're not taking off the bandages."

"But Mammon I have to."

"I don't want you too."

Mammon was lucky in that the man could since his panic. He turned to look at Diavolo and Lucifer.

"Do you guys ming leaving the room for a bit?"

Although confused, they did agree and left the room.

the doctor looked at Mammon

"Mammon just remember that no matter what I'm not required to tell anyone you're business."

Mammon sighed pulling his arm back out

The man took off the bandages. Showing the scars covering his arm and hand.

After a few minutes of some sort of magic, he wrapped Mammon's arm and hand in new bandages and put casts on his hand and nose.

"You're injuries should heal by tomorrow, though it may scar."

"It's fine thanks."

----

After finally convincing him that he fell because he was tired, Mammon follow the doctor out of the room. Whatever magic the doctor used was helping, he was glad that they were able to force him to get them.

What he wasn't glad about was that Diavolo and Lucifer seem to be discussing him.

"So he can't come back for a bit until he's does this.," Diavolo said, pointing to the paper in his hand. Lucifer seemed to have a copy of the papers.

Rage boiled inside of him. He couldn't believe that Diavolo would tell Lucifer.

Never. He would never tell anyone again. It wasn't worth the help.

"So you have to se-"

Before Diavolo could continue Mammon snatched the paper from his hands and ripped it into pieces.

"Fuck you."

"What's wrong?" Diavolo asked.

"Why would you say that?"

"Because I want you to get help."

"You don't give a fuck about how I feel you piece of shit."

Mammon stormed off not listening to the calls for him to return.

----

Mammon was sent home which he had no issue with. To his dismay Lucifer followed him home.

But the outburst from earlier seemed to be the last thing on Lucifer's mind.

"Mammon how has your debt doubled in such a short amount of time?"

Mammon has been spending a lot more lately, he assumes at casinos but he honestly can't remember.

"Because I wanted it to."

Lucifer started to talk but Mammon simply laid on the couch and went to sleep. He was too tired to force himself through another scolding, he didn't even have the energy to go to his room.

----

Mammon awoke to a bit later, groggy, he pulled the blanket off him then paused.

"When did I grab a blanket?" he thought.

Mammon then remembered the events from earlier. He doesn't know what happened after he left. What if the doctor told them?

"What if he looked through my room?"

Panicked, Mammon ran to his room heading straight to the bathroom. He couldn't find his pills. He tossed things around, desperately looking for them.

"No no no he couldn't have taken them."

Then it finally clicked.

The couch.

Throwing the cushions off he found the pills where he had left him.

Mammon fell to the floor in relief.

"He didn't look." Mammon said with a smile

He was so relieved that he didn't bother to see that the kitchen knife was now gone.

----

It's took Mammon a few hours to want to leave his room again. By then it was almost time for dinner.

While Mammon was trying to make his way back to the living room, he heard his brothers talking.

Mammon wanted to hear what they were saying. So he leaned against the wall, out of sight.

"Mammon won't be coming back to school for a while." Lucifer said.

Fuck. Well Mammon wasn't surprised that Lucifer would bring that up.

"Did he get suspended?" Satan asked.

"He's on a leave of absence."

"So he got suspended?"

"No. Lord Diavolo just needs him to do something before he gets back."

"Like stay home? Like a suspension." Satan said. Obviously trying to irritate Lucifer.

"No he needs him to see a therapist."

"Oh is it because he started screaming at Diavolo today." Leviathan said.

"What?" Belphegor said. Trying his hardest to hold in laughter.

"Yeah he was like 'you don't give a fuck about how I feel.'" Leviathan said, mocking

He heard as some of his brothers busted out laughing.

"It's our responsibility to take care of his student council work while he's gone." Lucifer paused "But we really won't be doing much."

His brothers then changed the subject to something about a party Diavolo's hosting that Mammon could vaguely remember. But it didn't matter.

Mammon banged his head against the wall. The soft thuds it made was the only thing keeping him grounded enough to not jump off the roof.

He had lost his appetite and went back to his room. Just then he received a message.

----

I'm alive! Just lost all of my writing, and it was a bit annoying having to rewrite all of the newer chapters + all of the other stories I'm planning. Also life hasn't been the best for me.

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Beast Complex: The Deer and the Wolf

(Warning: This is a VERY self-indulgent fanfic, read at own risk)

He was a red deer at the beginning of his fifties. He had a slim build and fair face that made him look younger than he actually was. The square-framed pince-nez glasses he was wearing helped making him look like an animal of a certain age. He was dressed in a black suit, appropriate due to the funeral he had to host only four days ago.

The CEO of the Horns conglomerate tapped the table with a finger while feeling anxious. Louis was unsure if accepting the offer of a cup of coffee to catch up with her was such a good idea. They hadn't seen each other in years, and they didn't part on good terms. Or at least, not exactly good, but perhaps not bad either. But he had been so surprised to see her attend the cremating ceremony, he had probably not been thinking straight.

Louis took a glance around the coffee shop. Several animals had gathered here to chat. He saw a orange cat with a cell phone of a sort similar to the kind Louis had used when he was a teenager. Louis was glad that phones had made a comeback, he had never been thrilled about the lenses you could put into your eyes, it felt... wrong and intrusive. But perhaps new technology always felt threatening when you had reach a certain age.

Louis then spotted an empty table with a half-filled tea cup and an empty glass. There was a straw in the glass, the end of it had been chewed on.

It made the deer recall something. Something that made him blush.

"Louis."

Louis blinked and turned his attention toward a grey wolf with brown fur. She was dressed in a dark-blue blazer that was open, revealing a white shirt. Her fur was curly. She seemed like she was out of breath, as if she had been running, but she wore high heels.

Louis smiled, more out of a sense of being polite than actually being happy to see her. "Juno, it's good to see you again."

"I'm very sorry, there was a small crisis at the studio. One of the models had accused the tiger who took the photos of looking at her funny. I swear, bunny models are gonna be the death of me..." Juno took a seat at the other end of Louis' table. "Iced strawberry latte, please." She said to the hyena who worked as waiter in the café.

"I would like another coffee." Louis said. He looked at Juno. "So... you seem to be in good health."

"I am."

"Time sure flies by."

"Sure does."

"I should have tried to stay in touch-"

"We have both been busy." Juno said this despite knowing that was not the reason they hadn't talked in years.

There was an awkward pause. Neither the wolf or the deer knew what to say. But after they got their drinks, Juno decided to take the initiative. She recalled that she usually had to when it came to matters with Louis.

"I was not sure if showing up to the funeral was a good idea or not. The article said only family and close friends were invited-"

"I would say you belong in the second category."

Juno raised an eyebrow. "Do I?"

Louis shrugged. "As far as I'm concerned." He sighed and smiled awkwardly. "I appreciate that you came."

Juno took a big sip of her latte. "Your daughter sure didn't. She was rude."

"Only because she thought you were a nosey stranger. I'm surprised Marie didn't recognize you. She wears one of your dresses for parties."

Juno smirked. "Then your daughter has good taste."

Louis rolled his eyes and made a small laugh. "Well, aren't you modest..."

Juno did her best not to wag her tail, it was not proper for a wolf her age to do so in public. Then, she looked serious. "I'm very sorry. Well, for what happened to her. To Azuki."

Louis' face changed into a grave expression. "Well... that makes two of us." Louis sighed before placing his cup against his lips.

Juno emptied her cup. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if what she was about to ask was too intrusive. But she had to know. "Did you... love your wife?"

Louis blinked. He coughed, almost spitting out the coffee. He had forgotten how direct this wolf could be. Juno looked at Louis, waiting for an answer. Louis decided to clean his classes to win some time.

"Well..." Louis cleared his throat. "I should just answer yes, that would be the appropriate response, but... it's not that simple. Azuki was very frank, she told me our marriage was about what was best for the Horns Conglomerate. We had a daughter, but that does not necessarily make a couple closer. But we grew to care a great deal for each other. Calling it friendship is not a fitting description, she was not my friend, she was... my companion." Louis smiled. "She knew me so well, she understood me. And now that she is gone... it is as if I lost a small part of myself." Louis sighed, then noticed he was shedding a tear.

He looked at Juno. The wolf started crying as well. And what she said... took him completely by surprise.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Juno yelled, exposing all of her fangs while slamming a fist against the table.

Louis almost lept from his chair. He pushed his classes closer to his eyes as he looked confused. "Excuse me?"

Juno growled, not giving a damn about tact in public space. "Our last night together, when I left that train... the one thing that made me keep calm, the one thing that stopped me from bawling my eyes out and yell at you and kick you in the groin... was knowing you would never be happy with that bimbo!"

Louis was baffled. Then angry. "Hey, that's my wife you are talking abo-"

"I could handle you not being mine because I could comfort myself with you being unsatisfied and unhappy with that pipsqueak! And now you are telling me that you actually miss her?!"

"I... I'm sorry, are you saying that I have hurt your feelings by caring for a female I was married to for thirty years?!"

"Yes, dammit!" Juno stood up and glared at the middle-aged deer. "You owe me me to at least having been a tiny bit miserable with her!"

Louis felt as if he was about to explode as he stood up as well. "You selfish... you childish... you self-centered... you egotistical..." He dropped his glasses as he yelled at the female wolf. "YOU HAVEN'T CHANGED AT ALL, HAVE YOU?!"

For a moment they just glared at each other. The other animals at the coffee-house had stopped talking and eating and instead looked at the heated argument that had started in the middle of the room. The orange cat picked up their phone, wondering if calling the police was necessary

And then, Juno started to giggle, covering her mouth.

Louis narrowed his eyes. "What? What's so funny?"

Juno snorted. "You still look like a little kid when you get all worked up!"

Louis heart was pounding. He was utterly confused. He blushed.

And then he grabbed Juno by the collar of her blazer and kissed her. The wolf was startled, but then hugged the deer and returned the kiss.

Everyone in the coffee-shop looked completely petrified except for the cat who filmed the dramatic scene with their phone.

Then... Louis regained his sanity. He pushed Juno away, resulting in her tripping because of her high heels. "WHAT ON EARTH AM I DOING!? I JUST BURRIED MY WIFE LESS THAN A WEEK AGO! YOU DAMN WOLVES, YOU MAKE ME LOSE MY MIND!" And then he stormed out of the room.

Juno giggled as she sat on the floor. "Wow..."

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distortionswife · 4 months

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JonMartin fic: Together is always better

( Part 1 )

-- note before the fic: this is set after 159 but before the hell that is 160. SO SPOILERS FOR MAG 1-160 --

Together is always better.

" That's the thing, isn't it? Ever since that day... The day Jon came for me, the day Jon took me out of the lonely... Ever since then, we've just been happy.

And if I'm honest, I couldn't be happier. I'm glad we aren't in there anymore, in the institute... It feels so free. I've never seen Jon smile as much, he's so excited to move in with me and I feel the same!"

Martin smiled to himself, writing down his many thoughts in his journal, reminiscing on how everything was better now. He had to kill some time while Jon was getting to his cabin.

" Oh, I'm so excited... Jon doesn't know what i have planned for us but I just know he's going to love it! We'll sort out his stuff and settle him in... We'll drink something and then I'll take him to my favorite spot.

I have a backpack ready with everything we could need, including every little thing Jon can worry about; I have a notebook, first aid kit, one of those little fans for food, so that there can't get any bugs into his drink!

Oh I can't wait to write today down, to capture Polaroids of our day together... To hopefully capture that loving smile, the smile that makes me absolutely melt."

And suddenly the bell rang, it was Jon!

Martin had a moment of panic as he didn't know what to do, his hands up as he looked around quickly, closing the journal and putting it away. He yelled a quick "COMING!" before he bolted it for the door, looking as calm as can be.

Which wasn't calm at all, the sweetheart was a nervous wreck and it showed.

"H-Hey Jon! I wasn't expecting you this soon... N-Not that I mind! Gosh no!" Martin rambled, scratching the back of his head as Jon just smiled up at him.

"I'm happy to see you too, Martin..." Jon chuckled so sweetly, looking well taken care of for once. He did that as of late, since Martin seemed to like it. And if he could make Martin happy with those little things... Maybe it was worth it.

Martin let him in and helped carry some stuff to the bedroom. Jon surprisingly didn't have much, just a big suitcase with everything he held dear.

"Do you want anything to drink? Or do you want to unpack first? Anything is fine with me, so please tell me." Martin giggled a little, smiling at Jon, who just seemed at ease, for once.

Jon looked around for a moment, admiring the gentle and soft colored interior. The U-Shaped kitchen island, the white countertops with light blue cabinets, the metallic gray fridge, the microwave resting on top of one of the counters... How every cabinet held cups, plates, spices, drinks... He's never felt his at home before and it was... nice.

"Ah- Sorry, I was lost in thought for a moment," Jon apologized with a hearty chuckle, "If you don't mind, I'd like to unpack first... It isn't much so I'll be done in a moment."

Martin nodded and brought Jon in for a hug, "I'll see you in a moment, then. I'll go brew the tea and coffee while you unpack."

Jon nodded at Martin, his gaze lingering for a moment as he noticed those tiny details he honestly has grown to love... The freckles on his cheeks or the way his glasses are never on straight.

But that gaze was soon broken, as Martin had let go of Jon to go make tea in the kitchen. And so, Jon set off to the master bedroom they now shared.

Once in there, he opened his big brown suitcase, seeing everything he had packed... Including his favorite photo. He knew how he hated that photo at the time... The very first photo of Jon and Martin together, on the very first work day. Elias had insisted that everyone took pictures together as it would make the team stronger or some workplace bonding type BS.

But... He cherished that photo now, smiling as he saw them still so young and... unharmed. Oh how he longed for those times, no worm scars, no paranoia and most importantly, no eye that was constantly watching and hungering for more.

But Jon didn't adore Martin back then, he wouldn't have what they have now... And that wasn't worth it. Some scars and trauma over Martin?

Martin was his reason for everything... He didn't think he'd still be here if it weren't for him..

But Jon shook off those many thoughts, just happy to finally be somewhere safe... somewhere he's happy. And Martin made him very happy.

Jon continued to unpack, various sweaters, blouses... Some of Martin's hoodies he had stolen... All put away in a second closet, it seemed Martin even did that... After all, the little note on the door said "I got you a closet of your own, so you don't have to panic which clothes are mine and which are yours <;3"

He bumped into the desk by accident, seeing a notebook fall out and looking curiously. Jon saw the words "Jon" and "surprise" and he just closed the book, he didn't wish to know it for once.

He trusted Martin, after all.

It wasn't long before Jon was done, walking to Martin with a gentle smile, he felt relaxed. Part of him wondered how long it would last.

Martin sat him down with a cup of oolong tea, just relaxing for a moment. The two joked a bit about how in the end, it was always going to be them, even if Jon hated him in the beginning.

It was almost time..

"Hey, uhm, Jon? I was wondering something, would you be interested in coming with me somewhere? It's just a beautiful spot I'd like to show you..." Martin spoke, trying to be as confident without leading Jon on to accidentally reveal what he had in mind.

"Oh? Well, I'd love to, actually... But do you have--" Jon started,

Martin immediately cut him off with a chuckle, "Yes, I have everything, including the first aid kit, the tape recorder and a notebook... I've got everything you could ever need, with me."

Jon laughed softly at that, "Well... I guess I'm ready to go then, please lead the way, Martin."

Oh how Jon wasn't used to this, but how he adored it... Martin knew him so well and for once, it wasn't a bad thing.

Martin got up from his seat and walked over to Jon, putting his hand out. Jon immediately took it as he got up, letting go and walking towards the front door.

Both put on their respective coats, it was quite chilly outside and neither of them were in the mood to get sick, even if it'd mean they could cozy up together.

Martin wasn't sure what level of intimacy Jon was comfortable with, of course he was never going to push him on it, that felt unnecessary and wouldn't be good on his part... So he waited until Jon told him or made the move. They hadn't even held hands yet...

Jon stood in front of Martin, noticing him drifting off again, that same misty look in his eyes. "Martin? Martin! Martin come back to me!"

Martin flinched lightly and blinked rapidly, "H-Huh? Oh- Was I drifting off in thought again..? My bad..."

Jon smiled in a reassuring way, taking a hold of Martin's hand, rubbing his thumb over it in an attempt to ease him. Although, both of them blushed very lightly at the gesture. "It's okay, don't worry... I've got you, I won't let you fall back into that place..."

Martin felt himself melt, his heart fluttering with such adoration for the paranoid man before him... He knew he had a heart, just because some eye made him monster-like, didn't mean he wasn't able to care anymore.

"Thank you"

"Of course."

And with that, they left the house, hands intertwined with a gentle almost cautious hold.

Martin lead the way, watching Jon for if he needed to slow down his speed. Whenever Martin got excited, he'd walk faster and talk faster, after all. Not that Jon minded, he always seemed to smile as Martin spoke, it'd fluster the boy whenever he did notice it.

The walk was nice and quiet, going over meadows and through the nearby forest, the lighting of the sun illuminating their path so beautifully and it almost felt... romantic. The golden glow of the low hanging sun, giving them enough warmth to not be too chilly, paired with the gentle rustling noises of leaves in the breeze... It was perfect.

Then they arrived near a big pen, where Martin's favorite cows stood. He let out an excited yelp and ran towards them, many of the cows going towards him as well.

Jon smiled at that alone, bringing out his own camera and taking a few pictures of Martin with the brown highland cows. Oh that smile... What did he do to deserve someone such as Martin?

"Jon! Jon! Come here!! Quick!!" Martin said, seeming even more excited than before.

And Jon, of course, walked over hastily, partially worried something was wrong, probably not reading Martin's tone correctly.

Martin pointed at a calf, it was fluffy and near it's mother.

"Remember that I told you about Bertha being pregnant a few months back? Well... it looks like she had her baby!" Martin explained, squeezing his hands as he held back the excitement that wanted to come out. He couldn't hold it back completely, so his arms waved back in forth in a flapping manner while he watched the new calf.

"That's really exciting, Martin! And it looks so well, too!" Jon replied, happy to see Martin in his true element.

Martin nodded very excitedly, watching as Bertha walked to him with the calf, almost as if to show him off. Martin reached out his hand after the mother gave him permission, the calf sniffed at Martin's hand before pressing his head into the hand.

Jon took a few more pictures, knowing Martin would want this moment captured nonetheless.

After a little more cuddling with the cows, they were back on their way, with Martin's promise that they were "almost there"

Their little walk ended in the beautiful flowery meadow, a beautiful sight of the setting sun and... A picnic cloth and basket..? Oh Martin really did have it all planned out.

Jon felt his own heart flutter a bit at the sight, sitting where Martin told him to, looking over everything in complete awe. Although his heart sank a bit when he felt that damned urge again, looking almost apologetically to his love. "Martin I-"

"No, no, don't worry! I expected it..." Martin smiled, putting down the tape recorder and the notebook with a pen, "I will be a little further away, you can see me if you want to... But wave to me when you're done!"

Jon nodded and watched him leave, before focusing on what kept him alive, recording another statement, about the ones who were once buried down here deep below... And the few that are still breathing.

Martin, in the meantime, was picking flowers, planting a flower seed wherever he picked them. He looked back at Jon, seeing his eyes glow once more, his back hunched.. "Good god Jon has TERRIBLE posture," he thought...

But while he waited, Martin turned the flowers into a flower crown, somehow knowing the dimensions of Jon's head perfectly. A mixture of blue and green flowers to symbolize the two of them.

He watched Jon while he made the statement, from afar so it wouldn't tire him out. Even like this, Martin found a way to adore him.

He waited and waited, how long was this statement? It's taking quite some time.. Oh-! He's done.

Martin giggled a little as he saw Jon waving in an almost exaggerated way, unsure if he'd see a tiny wave.

Either way, Martin made his way back to Jon, sitting on the other side of the picnic basket. He took out some Tupperware boxes with various foods, such as sandwiches and little deserts he had made... the canister with hot tea, some cups... Everything they could need.

"Oh Martin... Did you do all of this for us...?" Jon spoke, practically falling for Martin again.

"Yes! I wanted our first actual date type outing to be special... So... Everything is homemade... It's everything you like, that you told me, I mean... So please, enjoy it.. for me?" Martin explained, a big smile on his face as he offered Jon a cup of tea.

"Thank you... But before we continue this... I have something for you, Martin... And it may be cliche... But I like it." Jon chuckled a little nervously, grabbing something from his pocket and handing it to Martin. It was a small wrapped gift.

Once Martin opened it, it held a locket of some kind, a heart shaped locket with a photo of the two of them.

"I-I know it's nothing grand and as I said, cliche and maybe cheesy... But i wanted to give you something so I'd always be close to you... So you have something to look at if you miss me..." Jon explained, his cheeks red as he did. He was never the one for materialistic gifts, as he was quite bad at figuring out what someone would want as a gift.

Martin teared up, smiling oh so happily at Jon as he held it to his chest, "Oh Jon..."

Jon, however, didn't understand that this was a good type of crying. He immediately cupped Martin's face, his own expression filled with worry. "I-Is it too much? Does it remind you of something you don't like? I-I-I can bring it back and get you something else!"

Martin laughed softly, moving his hands to cup Jon's face as well, "Please don't... I love it..."

"Y-You do..? But- But you're crying!" Jon said feeling confused at the mixed reaction Martin gave off.

"It's a good type of crying, Jon... It's crying out of happiness... I really love it... Thank you." Martin spoke, his love for Jon evident in every way; in his voice, his eyes, his gentle hold.

"I love you, Martin.."

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And that's the end of part one.

I'd absolutely love to write more but I'm also very sick at the moment so I'm splitting up the story into two parts, I hope you don't mind!

The fluffiness is definitely continuing in part two <3

And sorry if it's a little short, once more, I'm sick so I write what I can! and do tell me if you liked it!

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Confession

Pairings: Craig Tucker x reader

Pronouns: she/her, AFAB

Warnings: A bit of angst, cursing, and a tiny bit of spicy

Notes: should I start adding a summary??? Also I'm so sorry this was late

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"You never even kiss him!"

"That doesn't fucking matter, Craig!"

Let's start from the beginning, shall we? Craig Tucker. Your best friend, since 2 years old. Your mother's are best friends too, that's why you met. And not only is he your best friend, but your crush too. The crush you've had for years.

You and Craig had a special bond. One that nobody could break. He was your first kiss, the one you held hands with first, the one you snuck out to cry to about your problems. Your best friend. Nobody could get in the way of the two of you. Well, at least that's what you thought.

Ever since you started dating Kenny, Craig has been distant. You've tried to talk with him but he tells you he's busy, or has somewhere to be. Maybe he was really busy, maybe be wasn't. Who knows.

In truth, your relationship with Kenny was almost one sided. He would initiate kissing, cuddling, basically anything. Because you found that every person other than your first boyfriend, Kyle Broflovski, wasn't right for you.

You had broken up with Kenny five months after you got with him. And it just so happened, that the day Kenny and you parted ways, was Craig's birthday. You were supposed to come over, but instead, Craig was alone. Alone with nobody except for his 13 year old sister, and Stripe.

And along with not seeing him on his birthday, you didn't feel the best. For some reason you missed Kenny. You felt heart broken. But you didn't love him. It was strange, but true. So, your bed had been your home for almost two days straight.

"You don't even kiss him! Or do whatever weird PDA shit he wants to initiate! It's unfair for him!"

"That doesn't fucking matter, Craig! Why do you care!?"

For some reason, you were crying. Tears fell from your eyes and you didn't even realize.

"Because! You missed my fucking birthday! And I could treat you so much fucking better if you spared me a second glance!"

"What?"

The realization that you had forgotten him hit you like a train. Along with that, he seemed like he really meant what he said.

"I could treat you so well! I've had a crush on you for years! But everytime I look at you youre with some guy literally begging for happiness! Stop looking around you and look infront of you!"

"Oh."

And before you knew it, Craigs arms found their place on your waist. He leaned down, putting his head on your shoulder.

"I'm so sorry.. "

"Don't apologize."

"I broke up with Kenny, Craig.. "

"You did?"

He pulled away, his eyes almost sparkling.

"Does that mean... "

The black haired teen looked at you, and you nodded. Next thing you knew your lips were locked.

And you knew that he'd kiss you forever. So after a minute or two, you pulled away. Sitting back on your bed, Craig found himself between your legs, leaning down once more.

You were trapped under him. But the feeling was amazing.

The kiss had gotten spicy, and his lips found their way to your neck.

"Craig- no, no, no... Calm down.. "

The teen pulled away, looking down at you as he straightened his posture. He looked intimidating. The usual cold expression returned to his handsome face.

"My girl..."

Your cheeks heated up at the name, as you reached for his hand, which you took with a squeeze.

"My boy... "

The two of you lay like that for a while, just admiring each other, until Craig rests on top of you. His blue hat laying on your chest with your hands on his back rubbing in smooth circles.

"Sorry I missed your birthday... "

"It's fine... If I knew my present was only a day later I wouldn't have complained... "

Dark blue eyes looked up at you, softening as they met with yours. He really was your boy.

#south park #pifi's asks #craig tucker x reader #craig tucker x yn

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the-dawn-star · 1 year

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Place to Stay part 23 Klaus M. x GIlbert!reader x Elijah M.

A/N: Hello and happy holidays! I'm sorry for the wait but here it is now.

-S

+ 2300ish words, proof read by Ana_Mia_Lisa on ao3. extra plus: comments, reblogs are high appreciated.

For a moment my heart stopped beating, ceasing its respective function entirely. My hands clenched into tight fists.

The inevitable confrontation. It had come sooner than I expected it to.

My sister, accompanied by the spawns of satan walked through the front door.

They would certainly not let her walk into danger alone! My brain commented sarcastically.

Some, –mostly the elderly or mothers that had marriageable sons– would say that my sister looked like an angel sent by the Gods. This chapter of our lives had completely reassessed that statement. Elena was no angel if she walked right besides him.

Why was she here? To exact revenge? Make a statement? Tell me to pack my things and leave? Lecture me on how I should pick my friends? Those were the only options. Because, what was there left to say besides that?

My sister, who I loved so much, the only biological family I had left, the only person who had seen me grow up and become who I am today. For better and for worse. Wasn’t on my side anymore.

What was left of our family was a mess.

I took a sharp breath. Enough was enough. I would not let her or the vampire she pretended not to love shove me around anymore.

My throat closed up, and I glanced at the wine bottle, left on the coffee table. I drank from the bottle itself without a second thought.

Why should I care about how I look in my own home?

I remember the nights when Elena went to parties while I stayed at home. And the moments when she came home drunk and barely able to stand straight. She’d only gotten a slap to the wrist before mom told her to get to bed and sleep the alcohol away.

When did I become the one to day drink alone?

My mother had always called me the more empathetic of the two of us, and maybe I would have shown some semblance of empathy towards my sister, if she had the guts to confront me on her own.

She did not.

Damon freaking Salvatore with his icy blue eyes and a creepy behavior towards minors, stood there with his signature mock expression.

How could she bring him here, to our home? After all that he had done to me? To her? To Caroline?To Bonnie? Had she really thought that this would be the smoothest way to approach me? With this particular vampire on her heels?!

Not a chance.

Elena opened her mouth to say something, her hands locked in front of her chest. Was my sister nervous? I didn't know and I certainly didn't care enough to know. At that moment I couldn’t feel much of anything towards my sister.

“Hello lovely sister! How has your day been?” I did not stand there, turning on my heels, I walked towards the kitchen. “Please, let yourself in. Although I would prefer that you'd leave the dog outside. I've just cleaned up, you see.”

I knew that the sarcasm couldn’t bring anything good, but holy god it felt good to show my distaste for once.

I disposed of the half empty bottle into the trash can.

“Well, well. The kitten has claws.”

Damon's comment was ignored. By me and my sister it seemed.

“I know that you are angry, and I’m really sorry how all this turned out–”

“So tell me Elena,” my tone dripped with sarcasm, “how exactly did you hope it would have gone? I’m genuinely interested.”

But I didn’t get a response from her, because like I expected she didn’t have one, at least one that didn’t have the possibility of me dying in the hands of the Original family. Because there wasn’t such a possibility that I had gotten the daggers and survived.

“You hooking up with Klaus, until you have wrapped him around your finger that he has no choice than to save you, that was the first draft of the plan. But you fucking Elijah too was just a nice addition, so good work with that,” Damon spoke way too calmly and somehow dared to give me a thumbs up.

People often talked about seeing red, and in all honesty, I never knew what it really meant. But if it was real and not something that the poets and writers made up…, this must have been what it felt like. An anger unlike anything that I had felt ever before. Was this the feeling that people felt right before killing someone, because at that moment I really wanted to kill Damon Salvatore in our living room.

“I’ve always wanted you to be safe Y/N, you know that.”

My breathing was shaky, too much for my liking. Maybe that was the reason why I felt like I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t look at them, I couldn’t look at the man that I wanted to murder so badly, and my sister...oh my dear sister, who would rather side with him than me. Her family.

I stood up slowly, making sure that I wouldn’t trip, I walked to the kitchen and finally turned my back to them. I lowered my eyes to the counter and took a deep breath.

But I could feel Damon’s stupid smirk and my sister finally looking at me.

Okay Y/N, you can do this...

5 things that you can see...

One my hand, two my shirt, three the counter top, four the oven next to me, five the knife block.

Knife block...

God, I want to hurt him, but I would never be fast enough to get close to him, I wouldn’t get a scratch to his skin.

“Damon! Don't be an ass!” Elena whisper yelled to the vampire.

“Yeah, Damon don’t be an ass...,” I repeated and slowly turned around to see the couple standing in the living room too close to each other for my taste. I leaned on the counter and finally in a long time I looked Damon in the eyes.

“Don’t abuse your brother, or Caroline, or Elena. Don’t compel people to be in a relationship that they do not want to be in. Don’t kill your family members. Don’t kill innocent people just because you are sad. Don’t compel me to fuck people that I do not want to fuck...,”

I pulled away from Damon’s icy eyes and turned to look at my sister who looked to be in shock from my words. I could see tears forming in her eyes but the empathy hadn’t sunk in yet.

“But don’t be an ass, works too...,” I shrugged.

I hadn’t known Damon as long as Elena had, but one thing that I had picked up on, was that Damon had to say the last word...always.

“Oh, come on, we all know that you had a thing for them long before this thing, so don’t blame me for your inability to understand how relationships work.”

My hold on the counter tightened and the need to throw anything towards Damon got stronger. Maybe my death would be worth it if I got to stab Damon Salvatore first.

“Did you say that to Caroline too?” I asked, biting the inside of my lip until I tasted blood in my mouth.

And somehow, Damon fucking Salvatore had the fucking nerves to roll his eyes!

Deep breaths.

I took a step to the side and silently pulled a knife out of the knife block and hid it behind my back.

“Hey, why don’t we all just calm down?” Whispered my sister, clearly wanting to break the tension in the room. Her hand slithered against Damon’s arm and I wanted to throw up. I held the air in my lungs, letting the burn take over my body.

I took a few steps closer to them, closer to Damon than Elena and I let myself breathe the precious air again.

If I was going to die today, with the hands of Damon Salvatore, at least I could try to break the rose-colored glasses on my sister’s head.

But I couldn’t look at her watery eyes. They reminded me of the time she had fallen and gotten a bruise on her knee. And I held her while she cried until dad came with a band-aid.

“Did you want me to die?” I asked as softly as my rage could contain.

Damon didn’t say a word but gently shook his arm out of my sister’s hold. He was a lot taller than me, but it didn't even bother me.

“Did.you.want.me.to.die?” I asked again, this time voice louder and my tone clipped.

“Or do you not want to tell the truth because Elena? Do you think she would forgive you after admitting that you wanted me to die?”

That was the button...

With a human speed his arm reached for my throat but somehow, I was quicker than him.

The blade sank through his stomach and his hand stopped mid movement.

I heard Elena gasping and Damon grunting while bending in pain.

This wasn’t enough...

I twisted the knife inside Damon feeling the blood trickling down my hand and dropping to the wooden floor. Mom had always talked about how important it was to keep hardwood floors clean.

I heard my own name slipping between Elena’s lips but I didn’t turn to look at her. I don’t think I could ever look at her...

Damon let out a painful sounding moan and I twisted the blade again.

Slowly, painfully slowly for even my own taste I pulled the knife out of the vampire, letting it fall past my fingers and hitting the floor.

I heard my name again but I paid no mind to it. Watching the blood on my hand was hypnotizing...

Had Klaus felt like this when he hurt Damon last night? Had he felt this euphoric last night?

“You little shit...” Damon mumbled while Elena tried to cover the bloody wound with her hands. I took a step away from the vampire and the doppelgänger and to my delight they allowed it.

And slowly with steps quickening with every second I walked out of the front door slamming it and ending Elena’s yells. The sunny and warm sky was the most comforting thing in a long time. The warmth that I hadn’t felt even in my own bed with a teary face.

I let the sun wash over my skin for a second before taking a quick look back to the house. And then down to my feet, which were only covered by socks...

I couldn’t think... I couldn’t think of what I had just done.

My legs were shaking due to the adrenaline taking over my body. I shoved my bloody hand to my pocket, just in case someone saw me. And I didn’t want to see the blood of Damon covering my hand and trickling to the asphalt. I’m not sure if I can ever watch my hand without the feeling of warm blood covering it.

My head was banging in pain. Was it for the scene that I had just witnessed?

I knew that he would be fine. Most likely he was healed before I took a step outside. But still, I had done it. What was I worth if I acted just like the people who I criticize? Sure, I wasn’t a murderer but that is not a very high standard to be reached.

The road was empty and I could feel the cold ground under me. Last night the ground had frozen, but I hadn’t paid attention to the fact that I had more important things to look after.

This is better, not thinking about it. I need a distraction, I need one right now.

Right fucking now...

Maybe this was a good moment to look for those five things.

I looked around the now darkening sky. The trees that were losing their leaves so fast.

One the orange and red shade leaves.

Two my feet are only covered in a pair of socks.

Three the blood on my sleeve.

The blood, the fucking blood on my shirt. The blood covered arm that was shoved in my pocket. How have the people in this town killed so many people and seemed to have no remorse for it.

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I’m not sure when I decided my direction but it happened mostly without a conscious choice. But I knew I couldn’t go home not now. And Caroline and Bonnie would most likely judge me more than I could handle right now. How could I ever look at them after all this.

And how would I even survive with the wrath that Damon could show me. He had killed people from a lot less than stabbing him.

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The house was the most comforting sight in a long time. I walked up the few stairs, legs shaking dangerously for my balance. I tucked my bloodied hand from my pocket. I took one deep breath before knocking on the door.

My hand fell against my side, fuck I was tired. For a moment everything was silent, and for that small moment I forgot the blood and the sight of Damon’s face looking at me ready for a murder. And I could almost feel a smile pulling on the corner of my mouth.

Klaus looked as amazing as always and I couldn’t stop the smile from blooming on my cheeks.

The hybrid shared a smile with me before taking a good look at my form.

My form without shoes and jacket, and my hand being covered with a layer of blood.

I heard my name but I couldn’t find anything to say.

“What happened, love?”

My smile fell and I took a step closer to him.

“Whose blood is that?” There was a weird panic in his voice but it made my heart only beat faster with something I could not name. I took one more step closer until we were chest to chest. I needed to be closer to him. I needed him, like a human needs air. Like a vampire needs blood.

“I stabbed Damon Salvatore...”

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handle your own when you become a man //

a Marcus Alvarez x female!OC fanfiction

summary:

Veronica could always defend herself, always keep a straight face.

Until one day, when she has to do something that makes even herself question, what was she made for.

part I Bigger dog

"Everybody, calm it!" said Jax for the fourth time with an angry expression. Everyone held everyone at gunpoint. The deal with the Mayans went south. The Sons were all in Mayan grounds, they were surrounded.

They came to convince Alvarez to let them sell a shipment of guns near Oakland. Needless to say, El Padrino wasn't too happy about them arming up his streets.

But the Irish were pushing hard on the Sons and they needed to find a buyer ASAP. The Niners didn't buy it. They were deep in shit. A street gang in Oakland was offering just enough money for them to cover the Kings and make some profit for themselves. It would been the perfect situation, only for them weren't on enemy territory.

"It is a one time deal. You get a percentage too." Jax added.

Alvarez laughed. "You white boy you tripping on some shit if you think I will let you sell here."

"At least can we talk through this without pointing the guns?" Veronica said quietly and gestured around with her free hand.

Alvarez shook his head, and signalled to his men to lower their guns.

"Thank you" nodded Jax. The mexican did the same.

"Please Marcus, if we weren't in this situation, we wouldn't ask you something like this. And have another offer." Jax gestured to Veronica to continue.

So this was the part when she had to step in. She found herself in this situation because of a debt. She had to borrow once some money from SAMCRO, and they agreed that instead of fully paying it back in cash, she did something for them.

Her gig was a high end beauty store in the outskirts of Stockton. She imported MAC lipsticks and Uzis. Dior powders and metamphetamine. What was in season. That was her shit.

"If you let them sell this shipment now, I will pay you an allowance in the next three months, Papi. A percentage of sales. The higher the sales, the more money you get" said Veronica and crossed her arms. This was her deal with Jax, this is how she was gonna pay off the rest of her debt.

"What's your business have to do with this?" Alvarez asked.

"Oh, I'm just happy to help out my friends, you know. It's good for business you know if you have powerful relationships with powerful people" said Veronica with a smirk on her face.

Alvarez and her had already crossed ways in multiple occasions. Everybody in that area who dwelt in illegal businesses knew her. She immigrated from Eastern Europe when she was a minor. As an orphan, she quickly had to fend for herself in order to survive in this climate. She was the diva, a woman in power, who was not involved in porn or prostitution, but instead, in their trade. She was a curiosity nonetheless.

Plus Veronica was young and pretty. She had long dirty blonde hair, which she always wore wavy, and big blue eyes which stared so intensely into everyones' eyes. She was tall, almost the same height as Alvarez. She was athletic but very curvy at the right places, and slim where she needed to be. She was always told when she was a kid that she was "big boned". In the California sun, her skin was a bit more tan that originally, but still, she was a light shade of cream.

Overall, she looked beautiful. But her beauty was always overshadowed by who she was. She always wore combat boots, leather or cargo pants, utilitarian clothing, jackets, denim. She almost carried herself like a man sometimes, but she still had that feminine softness in her. The way she spoke, she was wise, determined and playful at the same time.

Of course she caught Marcus Alvarez's eye. It was always his fantasy to absolutely hatefuck the shit out of that smartass blanca. To make her cry and make her beg for it. He was curious, what else she could do with that pretty, pouty mouth besides playing tough.

"Jax, how much do you need this deal?" asked Alvarez.

"I think I aleardy layed it out for you. I need this" replied Jax with a stern voice. "Ask anything else, I give it to you"

Alvarez was thinking for a second.

"Alright. I let you sell it. You give my my 100 grand. And the percentage for her sales."

"Thank you, ese" Jax said and he couldn't hide his relief.

"There is one more thing, you." Alvarez said straight to Veronica.

The woman raised her brows.

"Me? Yes?"

"No, I mean I want you. For one night." Marcus looked her in the eyes.

Veronica got really confused at first, then it dawned on her.

"What?" The question left her lips so silently that even Jax could barely understand.

The air froze and everyone stared at her.

She rarely felt anxious. The feeling of anxiety was only familiar to her from memories. When she was in fifth grade, and in the winter, the boys would come and drag the most pretty and popular girls in the snow, kicking snow in their faces and ruining their clothes. She always hated that. Her stomach sank every time when recess came. How the boys cornered her and dragged her out in the snow.

But now, she felt the anxiety. A flash of cold washed over her.

"What?" she asked, but the question felt like it wasn't even aimed at Alvarez in particular. It was aimed at everyone. Did she really need to do this for the Sons?

"Chill out, ninita. You spend a night with me. A whole night" said Alvarez with a smirk on his face.

"You a funny man" Veronica said, and now her anxiety slowly turned to anger.

"Easy now" intervened Jax. He pulled Veronica to the side.

"Listen, I don't want this to be this way. But you have to say yes. As much as I know that this is wrong. Please" Jax looked at her with pleading eyes. "They will kill my family if we don't get a buyer" he spoke the last sentence almost as a whisper.

Veronica felt sorry for Jax, but at the same time wanted to laugh him and everyone in the face. What is she? What is she in the eyes of these men?

Really, a night with her?

It didn't take much thought to figure out what were Alvarez's intentions. She always could tell if someone wanted her.

She always put people into four categories: the ones with mutual attraction, even if it was platonic, the ones with no attraction, and the ones who either were attracted to her, but she wasn't to them, and the ones with the opposite.

Marcus Alvarez was in the first category. She found the man good-looking, but this didn't help the situation, that he demanded a night with her, so he could use her as he will. No one does this to her. No one touches her without her consent.

And now she had to give consent. The Mayans were snickering, the Sons stared at them and at their leader with rage. But they had to stay quiet, she was doing this for them.

"Okay. Tell me where to go and when." said Veronica finally, completely defeated.

"Just be ready tonight by 9. I will pick you up at your house" said Alvarez "now go, get the fuck out of my crib."

Jax ushered the Sons out. Veronica only looked straight ahead, pretending to not see the concerned stares.

"Oh, and wear a dress, look pretty" added Alvarez as he turned his back on Veronica.

#marcus alvarez #marcus alvarez x reader #marcus alvarez x y/n #marcus alvarez headcanon #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy #mayans fanfic #mayans mc

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final-girl96 · 10 months

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My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Thrity-Six

Stu

Holy fucking shit! I have a daughter. I'm a fucking dad! I slowly knelt down to her level. "Hello. What's your name?" I asked in a soft voice. I looked up at yn, who looked fucking terrified. She pushed the little girl behind her and I stood up. "Mama." Bent over and picked her up and her little legs wrapped around her waist, arms going to wrap tightly around her neck. Then yn stepped back.

"You have a lot of explaining to do, sweetheart," I said. "Just leave, Stu." She held onto the little girl and backed up again. "Don't even think about it." I said in a stern voice and she froze. "You know, I was here to keep my promise. Can't say I'm happy that the plan didn't work out again. Also didn't expect to find you with a little girl who oddly has the same eyes as mine." I took a step towards her daring her to run from me. She was smart though and stayed still.

"Put her to bed, and then we are going to have a little chat." Those big blue eyes looked back at me, and I smiled at her. "Hi, sweetheart. You know who I am?" I asked gently. She looked up at yn and back at me. "Have you told her about me?" I asked. Yn wouldn't even look me in the eye. "She's two. She doesn't understand," she whispered. "Is that a yes?" This was going to fuck all my plans up.

"I think it's beddy bye time, hmm?" Yn coos at her–our daughter. She laid her head down on yn shoulder and nodded. Yn kissed her head and slowly backed away from me. She watched me with wary eyes. "Jesus, babe, I'm not going to fucking hurt you. Go put our daughter to sleep." I said putting emphasis on the word our. I smiled softly at my little girl; fuck I can't believe I have a fucking kid. I smiled softly when she turned her head to look at me. "Night night, sweetheart."

Yn turned and walked to the second door on the left. Shortly after she had walked in I started to hear her singing softly. I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. No fucking beer? Seriously? "There's some in the garage." I turned my head and laughed. "Oh, yeah? You have a doggy door and a killer waiting for me out there too?"

Bad joke? Too soon? Fuck you, I don't give a shit.

"What the fuck do you want, Stu? How did you find me?" I closed the fridge, turned towards her, and placed my hand on the counter to lean closer to her. "I told you geek boy led me straight here. Saw him at the video store and just knew he would be the one to follow. You were living at home for a little while after Windsor but then disappeared."

"You have someone watching me? Or were you stupid enough to stay in Woodsboro for two fucking years?" I shrugged instead of answering her. "That's enough of that. We're going to talk about that beautiful little girl now. Were you even going to try and find a way to let me know I was a father?" I asked, standing straight. "What's her name?" I whisper.

"Reeselyn. But we just call her Reese. I found out I was pregnant a few weeks after we left Windsor. She was born two months early on October 20, 1998. She was in the NICU for almost a month before I was finally allowed to bring her home. The whole pregnancy was a fucking mess. I was retaining a lot of fluid and my blood pressure was always high. They had me hospitalized trying to keep me from going into labor but it got to the point that…it was either give birth then and there or lose her. So they rushed me in for an emergency C-section."

I felt fucking sick. I walked around the counter and stood in front of her. I had to be quick to grab her before she could distance herself. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, baby. But I'm here now. I can take care of the both of you." She pushed against my chest, trying to push me away from her. "Get off of me!" I held her tighter, walking her backwards until her back was to the wall. "Stop it! You will not keep me from my daughter. Do you understand me?"

"It's not like you can actually be here for her. You're a fucking psychopath, Stu. You're a murderer and hiding from the cops. As far as I'm concerned, she doesn't have a father." Before I knew what I was doing my hand wrapped around her throat, putting just enough pressure to tell her to keep her mouth shut. "Let me make myself clear, hmm? You are going to let me see her and get to know her. You're going to let me be her father. And you're going to stop acting like you fucking hate me and aren't still in love with me."

"Fuck you!" I pressed myself against her, leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Is that what you want? You want me to fuck that attitude out of you. You miss the feeling of me inside of you?" I brought my hand down to the button of her jeans, popping it open, and slipping my hand into her panties. "Would you look at that already wet for me." Her fingers wrapped around my arm, pushing my hand further.

"You just can't resist me, baby. Also so needy for me to touch you." I pressed my finger against her clit, rubbing tight, slow circling. "You're so fucking needy." I pushed two fingers inside of her, my dick getting harder, straining against my pants. "Fuck. I've missed touching you."

Her hand gripped my shirt, pulling me down, and smashing our lips together. I pulled my hand out of her pants and lifted her up. "Bedroom?" I asked, kissing down her jaw to her neck. "Door end of hall." I walked down the hall, her lips leaving kisses on my neck. I couldn't wait to strip her of her clothes and sink my dick into her tight pussy.

Once in the room I dropped her on the bed and went to close the door. "Strip. Now." I pulled my shirt off my head, threw it to the floor, and walked towards her. "Now!" She pulled her shirt over her head revealing her bar. I dropped to my knees and started to help pull her jeans and underwear down and off her legs. "Take that fucking bra off." I pushed her legs apart and admittedly connected my mouth to her wet cunt. Her hips lifted off the bed when I ran my tongue through her slit, smiling it around her clit.

I hummed at the taste of her. Always so sweet. I laid an arm over her stomach and pushed her hips back down on the bed, holding her there. The two fingers I had in her just minutes ago were pushed back inside of her. The sounds of her moans were like music, sweet, sweet music to my ears. I could feel her tighten around my fingers when I sucked her clit into my mouth, scraping my teeth over the bundle of nerves.

"Please. Please…" she was begging me to make her come. So I pulled aways. A loud whine left her and her eyes shot open. "What the fu…" I didn't wait for her to finish. I didn't take any time at all shoving myself inside of her. Her back arched as my cock stretched her. "Fuck! Fucking shit! You're so fucking tight, baby. I've fucking missed how this pussy just socks my cock in. So fucking greedy."

I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into her. Her legs wrapped around my waist when bent over to attach our lips. My hips snapped forward hitting right where I know she needs it. Her walls spasmed around me and my dick twitched inside of her. I wasn't going to last long, but I knew she wasn't going to either. "I'm gonna fill this tight cunt so full. Breed you again and this time watch as your belly grows round with my child."

Her pussy was like a vice, clamping around me as she let go, soaking my cock and the bed. I came right after, filling her full of my cum. "Such a good girl." I kissed her and slowly pulled out of her. I looked down to see our mixed releases spilling out of her. I shoved my finger inside of her, pushing it back inside. "Gotta keep that inside you, princess."

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sparklingmusicofstars · 7 months

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Hamefura Bonus Short Story : Second prince and his fiancé

(This story takes place after the kidnapping incident in Volume 3)

I, Selena Berg, took a deep breath to calm my nervousness.

Today, Prince Ian, my fiancé, will come to my house and we are planning to have tea.

And soon Prince Ian will arrive.

Although Ian is a busy member of the royal family, he regularly makes time to visit me. A while ago, I thought it was inevitable because of his fiancé's obligation, but now I know that's not the case, so I'm really happy.

As I prepared and waited in the sunny garden, the person I had been waiting for appeared.

"Selena"

Prince Ian approached me, his eyes sparkling, and I remembered the first time we met.

It was almost ten years ago. My parents told me that I had been chosen to be the prince's fiancé.

I was a quiet person, so even at children's tea parties, I often stayed quiet in the corner and didn't stand in the front, so I never really met the prince. So when I heard the story, I was very nervous. I wonder if I'll be okay.

But I couldn't say anything to my parents, who were so happy, and before I knew it, the day of our meet-and-greet arrived. I was just so nervous. If I let my guard down, my hands would start shaking.

Then, the most beautiful boy I've ever seen appeared in front of me. The boy with blond hair and blue eyes was exactly like the prince I had read about in books――my nervousness became even worse.

"N-nice to meet you. I-I'm Selena Berg and I'm going to..."

I took a moment to say my greeting. The adults around me laughed at that funny greeting.

I feel embarrassed and my face heats up. I must be blushing.

Thinking about this, I felt even more embarrassed and almost looked down.

"Nice to meet you, Selena. My name is Ian Stuart. I look forward to spend time with you from now on."

Prince Ian said and extended his hand.

The prince looked straight at me without laughing at my unseemly greeting.

It was impossible not to fall in love with him, and I fell in love with Prince Ian in the blink of an eye.

Also, he is serious and hard working, and is a little clumsy but kind. As I saw various things, my feelings gradually grew.

Before I knew it, I started to want to support Prince Ian who was trying so hard, and I tried so hard... but my magical powers were still weak, and I wasn't able to achieve that much academic results, so instead of supporting Prince Ian, I felt like I was a burden to him. I started to wonder if there was.

When I started having these thoughts, Prince Ian became more aloof than before, and I thought that I was disliked by Prince Ian because of my poor performance.

And because of those feelings, I was manipulated into causing a terrible incident.

However, after that incident, Prince Ian began to take good care of me. I was able to know that he loved me.

When I heard those words , ``I, Ian Stuart, love Selena Berg,'' I burst into tears of joy.

From that day on, I began to move with renewed determination to support Prince Ian. I frequently show up in social circles that I don't really like, and deepens my learning about foreign cultures. I wanted to be of some help to my beloved Prince Ian.

"Selena, what's wrong ?"

When I was a little lost in thought, Prince Ian asked me this in a worried voice.

"I'm sorry. I was remembering something from a long time ago and got distracted.''

"From a long time go ?"

"Yes. It was when I met you, Prince Ian. You have been wonderful ever since then.''

After saying that, Prince Ian paused for a while,

"...Selena has always been adorable since then," he whispered.

I felt heat rise to my face.

★★★★★★

After being told that we had arrived at our destination, I, Ian Stuart, got off the carriage while suppressing my excitement.

Today I came to my fiancée Selena's house for tea.

It's been a while since I've had time with Serena as she is busy with her official duties.

Since it's sunny today, we're going to have tea in the garden, so I was guided by a servant and head to the prepared area.

I found her in a beautiful garden under a clear sky.

"Selena"

I call out to her as I approache, and a dazzling smile appears on her adorable face.

My cute fiancée hasn't changed since we met.

It's been almost ten years since I met Selena.

I was told by a servant that my fiancée has been decided. When I heard her name, "Selena Berg,'' I couldn't remember her face. I have attended quite a few tea parties, but I may have never met her properly.

Engagement is a normal thing for the royal family, and I fully understand that I cannot choose my own partner. That's why I never thought that such a girl would be good, and I just wanted to cherish the girl who became my fiancée. I believed that a fiancée was a partner for the rest of my life, and that romantic feelings were unnecessary.

However, when we met for the first time, I was captivated by how cute Selena was.

I've always liked small and cute things, and I also really liked small animals.

However, I have never thought that the girls who gather around me at tea parties are especially cute, so I think that I don't feel that way about girls. That's what I thought...

I noticed it . Those kids just weren't my type. I liked girls who were cute, like small animals, and aroused my desire to protect them. Then, a girl appeared in front of me who seemed to make my preferences a reality. Moreover, she will become my fiancé.

"N-nice to meet you. I-I'm Selena Berg and I'm going to..."

Selena greeted me. She also has a very cute voice that sounds like a bell.

"Nice to meet you, Selena. My name is Ian Stuart. I look forward to spend time with you from now on."

Inwardly, I was agitated by Selena's cuteness, but thanks to the results of my daily training on how to behave like a member of the royal family, and the fact that I don't show any emotion on my face, I was able to return the greeting without any problems.

I was even more nervous because her hand was small and soft when I took it, but I managed to get over it.

In this way, I was incredibly lucky and became engaged to a very type and cute girl.

Also, she has a gentle kindness and is a hard worker. After seeing Selena in many different ways, I was not only attracted to her appearance, but also to her inner self.

Selena had a perfect sense of distance, watching over me from a distance when I wanted to be alone, and quietly staying by my side when times were tough. I don't know how many times she saved me. Before I knew it, Selena Berg had become my most important woman.

However, as I got older, I started to find myself unable to stand Selena's loveliness. When I saw her cute smile, I felt the urge to lock her in my arms.

Even though we are not married, such a thing is unacceptable. In order to suppress the urge to get stronger, I distanced myself a little from Selena.

As a result, I misleads Selena and she ends up getting involved in a dangerous incident. I regretted it deeply and told Selena my thoughts.

Eventually, the misunderstanding was resolved, and we are spending our days together again.

"Selena, what's wrong ?"

Selena looked somewhat dazed. When I said that out of concern,

"I'm sorry. I was remembering something from a long time ago and got distracted," was her answer.

"From a long time ago ?"

"Yes. It was when I met you, Prince Ian. You have been wonderful ever since then."

Selena said that with a slight blush on her cheeks, and she was so adorable that I was speechless.

However, I learned the importance of clearly conveying my feelings through the recent incident, so I managed to open my mouth.

"... Selena has always been adorable since then."

Selena's face turned bright red at my words, and it was so cute that I clenched my fists to hold back.

Ian !!! You're barely better than Geordo ! What's the problem with the Stuart family ?! It's clearly obsession you know !!? You hentai ! Sigh... I guess I can say it's...cute ? In a way.

#hamefura #my next life as a villainess #katarina claes #bakarina #otome game no hametsu flag #otome game no hametsu flag shika nai akuyaku reijou ni tensei shiteshimatta #ian stuart #selena berg #my next life as a villainess: all route lead to doom #bonus story

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Soulmate( Ironhead Miller)

Summary: This thought has been in my head for a few days. Everyone has a soulmate. Here is my thought how Will met his own soulmate. Explores how,and when it happened. I plan to do the same for the rest of the team.

Relationships have been hard for William in the last few years. Dated a few women. Was engaged till that ended. She claimed that she couldn't handle being with someone with so much. How did she put it while packing her stuff," screwed up in the head." That hurt him. Thought she was the one. To take care of him.

Both of them met at his job in the VA. worked at the front office. Was smitten when he came by to drop things off. Next step is to meet the boys. Santi ,and Frankie seem to like her. Benny? Not so much. Either his girl. Whose is best friend. More like his baby sister. Both of them wanted what is best for him. Flashforward to a few months later. After Will's breakdown at the publix. She couldn't be with him anymore. That didn't go well with Benny, and Dixie. Both of them witnessed the shouting match. While she was packing her stuff. Mentioned that she never understood Will.Thought she could help him,but can't do that. Dixie got into her face," You knew he was in the Army! You work at the VA! See soldiers in worse conditions physically, and emotionally! All you wanted was to be married for sex. Not love! That sucks! " She lunged at Dixie ,but not before Will stopped her. Confronted her. Telling her to leave. Not till she threw the ring on the floor," Mark my words! You will never find anyone else to take care of you!" That moment Will was so emotional. Thank God for his brother ,and Dixie was there to comfort him.

Flashforward another few months later. Will went to an office building to drop by to see Santi who was doing a security job. Until he bumps into someone. Their eyes met. Felt like something out of a movie. Helping her pick up a pile of papers," Sorry darlin. I'm never this clumsy. I'm Will by the way. " Looking into his blue eyes made her heart skip a beat. Never seen eyes that were so beautiful. Like the ocean. Cleared her throat, " I'm Cherry. Are you looking for someone?" Will smiles, " Yeah, my friend who was working on the security systems here. " Santi comes over to his friend. Patting his shoulder, " Glad you are here man. I'm starving. How about we get out of here. " Will winks at Cherry. In hoping he would see her again. Cherry knew he was. So did he. She dated Santi for a few months. Thought she could help him through his emotional state. He needed a special person to do that. Santi knew Will had a thing for Cherry. Reason why he asked Will to come by the office. Want his friend to be happy. He knew she would help him get over that no good ex. More importantly for him to smile,and go out . Instead he would go straight home from work. Only time he goes out is for the weekly get together at their favorite diner. All the while Will wished he could see Cherry again.

Wish came true. Later that night. Cherry comes in the diner for a late evening dinner. Looking over to see Will with the others. Chatting away. Looked good in his jeans, and gray Henley shirt. Felt her body quiver. Especially her pussy. Will comes over to her smiling," Looks like you are following me. Couldn't stop thinking about me? I couldn't stop thinking about you. How about you come over ? Everyone would love to see you. Love to be in your beautiful presence." Blushing at the comment, " Sure, I love that. "

After that meeting. Both him ,and Cherry were inseparable. So glad they are dating. Couldn't be without one another for too long. She stayed over his place more than her own. She got to know him. She wanted to help him get over the hurt from the past. Will called her one night. Telling her about a bad dream he was having. Can't be alone. Driving from a short distance to his place. Goes upstairs to his dark room. Seeing him rocking back and forth panting," I need my cherry to hold me close. Make my dream go away. " At that very moment. Cherry knew what to do. Lay his head on her lap. Play with his now longer hair. Love how soft it is. Whispers, " Relax baby. I'm here. Never leave you alone. Let me help you relax. Forget about the dream. Focus on the sound of my voice. Focus on my touches. Think about that trip you planned for us. " Breathing started to even out. Taking her soft ,small hand in his large one," So glad you are here with my cherry blossom. My angel. Never thought I would find some to love me. To comfort me . Until you come into my life. I knew in my gut that you were meant for me. By the way we do certain things, to how we cherish quiet moments. I know this is a weird moment to ask this,but how about we move in together? Think I know why I had those dreams. You aren't here. Someone to hold me close. Never got…" Kisses the top of his head, " Yes, I will baby. "

The next few years have been so memorable. Both of them are happy. On Valentine's day. He proposed to her after making love. Originally planned to pop the question at dinner that evening, but things got rather kinky. Gave her his grandmother's ring. Only fitting to give that to her. Took him years to figure out that he wasn't really in love with the ex in a way he thought he was. Love of his life is in his loving arms. His best friend. One that understands him. His wife. Oh how he loves that word. Finally at last. He found his soulmate. He can thank Santi for that.

#Triple Frontier #william ironhead miller #will ironhead miller x reader #Charlie Hunnam #soulmates

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itwasthereaminuteago · 4 months

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¦¦ The Hand That Feeds ¦¦

Bucky Barnes x Brock Rumlow

Tags/Warnings: Hydra Trash Party, Using the Winter Soldier as a plaything, Non-Con oral sex, mentions of abuse, brief blood and violence, happy ending! :D

Also on AO3 for those that prefer it!

When the command came to sit, he got to his knees and waited. The order could be followed up by a number of possible different scenarios, or none at all. Just a test of endurance as the cold from the concrete flooring seeped into his bones.

In the shorter periods between missions when he wasn't being stored in the deep freeze, Hydra's agents got to let loose on the Asset. The Winter Soldier. Anything went really, as long as it wouldn't ultimately compromise his functionality. You might be surprised at how huge a window that left for the things that could be done to him.

From the rhythmic taps and slaps on the cell door as the keycode was punched in, he knew that today it was Rumlow, one of his main handlers, and that he was in a good mood.

“Hi honey I'm home,” he hollers as he enters, “did ya miss me?”

The soldier bit his tongue just in case he ever answered in the affirmative. After all, Rumlow was the gentlest with him and he knew it. He treated him with some amount of respect while the others just used him like the tool he was supposed to be. In spite of his accelerated healing capability, Jack Rollins had still left him shitting blood for a day after one of his ‘recreational’ visits.

Brock swings around the metal folding chair he's carrying, snapping it open in front of the soldier and sitting down in front of him.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky.” He drawls.

The soldier had noticed Brock using this nickname for him more recently. He didn't like it. It made his head swim and hurt.

“What a day… what a fucking day!” Brock is grinning widely as he leans back in the chair and the metal creaks under his muscled bulk.

The soldier remains still and silent, though when he hears the sound of the zipper his mouth floods with saliva. He likes to think that it's a conditioned response but he's actually not so sure anymore.

Rumlow eases his cock out of his pants and the soldier has nowhere else to look but straight at it, watching as he runs his hand slowly up and down the thick-veined length of himself a few times as he looks down into the blank blue eyes before him. When he pauses his movements and gives a nod of his head the soldier leans forward to wrap his lips around the tip of him, his tongue pressed up wet beneath the bulbous pink head, a bead of precum searing across his tastebuds. Rumlow groans, a low chuckle bubbling out of him as he closes his eyes and lets him get down to it. He trusts him enough not to bite his dick right off. There was a time early on in his conditioning when he would have, Brock was grateful he wasn't that guy, but that nasty little habit was electrocuted out of him soon enough.

Rollins claimed he had trained the gag reflex out of him, although Brock had joked it couldn't have been that hard given the small size of Rollins’ dick. Regardless, the Winter Soldier sucked cock like he was born for it.

“Fucking hell…” Brock groans as he watches him take him fully into his hot mouth “I said it before and I ain't afraid to say it again, you're better than any woman I've had, Jesus Christ!”

Rumlow liked to talk. It was a reliable indication of when he was going to finish when the filthy words just kept spewing out of his mouth like a river. But for now he was just getting warmed up.

“Ohh yeah, there we go. Fuuuuck me.” Brock purrs as the soldier gradually takes him deeper, sucking his entire length down his throat, drool starting to drip from his chin. “You get to be the fucking cherry on top of my glorious day, you know that?”

The soldier shifts on his knees, metal hand sliding to the base of his handler’s thick cock to cup his balls. He knows he likes the feel of the cool plates against them. His flesh hand sneaks down between his own legs, tugging at the canvas tac pants to give his own erection some room to swell. Rumlow is the only one that tolerates him touching himself. Every other basic need of his is taken care of, albeit in a regimented, carefully controlled way. This is the only part he has any modicum of autonomy over. He might be a legendary assassin but his body still yearns for carnal release sometimes.

Brock pipes up again between the echoing slurps and gruff groans they trade.

“Oh yeah, such a good fucking day. I got to kick your little boyfriend’s all-American ass up and down the compound, and it ain't often - fuck - that a guy can say that!”

The soldier didn't answer, kinda difficult to with a cock stuffed in his mouth anyway but he'd often hear Rumlow and the others refer to this person; ‘his boyfriend’, ‘Cap’, but to him he was just another target. Enhanced like he was, but just another target to take down when ordered.

Rumlow continued, his fingers combing through the soldier's lank hair. “God damn, if he knew I got to come back to this, oh yeah, I don't think he'd be too happy.” He laughs again, his hand gently guiding the man between his thighs as he swallows his cock down to the hilt and makes a strangled moan as the tip of him hits the back of his throat. “Not too happy at all.”

Rumlow grits his teeth as he feels himself getting close to going off. “Such a perfect fucking slut mouth on you, mm! Fuck it ain't gonna be long today, you ready for it, huh?”

Whether he's ready for it or not doesn't really figure into anything. The soldier turns his watery eyes up to meet Brock’s blown out dark brown stare, humming around him in answer, almost gagging as the man starts pumping his hips up off the chair, fucking his thick shaft down his abused throat, chasing his impending release.

“Oh shit, yeah yeah that's fucking right! Man if Steve fucking Rogers could see this… see his good ol’ pal Bucky taking my load like a fucking bitch-”

Steve . The soldier turns the name over in his fractured mind as everything else fades into the background. Why does it sound familiar, why does he feel the essence of it in his bones? No other names he had heard in his decades of service had shone out of the dark like this one did.

He's whipped back to the present. Rumlow’s face contorts as he starts spurting his warm salty cum over his tongue with a loud shout.

Then, something's different. Clearer.

He's standing at the open cell door, looking back at Rumlow screaming on the floor in a puddle of crimson clutching at his groin. Somehow this feels like the way it's supposed to go.

Bucky spits out the blood and cum, wiping his mouth with the back of his gloved hand. He twists his foot, the plastic and wires of Brock’s communicator crushing to trash under his boot before he turns and stalks down the corridor.

He sharply rolls the shoulder of his left arm as he walks, the plates rippling into place all the way down, resetting. Everything is clicking into place. Just like his brain.

If he's lucky he's bought enough time to pay a visit to Rollins and the others before the alarm is raised that something has gone terribly, terribly wrong.

#bucky barnes x brock rumlow #winterbones #winter soldier x brock rumlow #hydra trash party #winter soldier angst fic

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mimjandoodlesstuff · 1 year

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April Fusions haha

They kept rotting my brain for a hot second so I started writing up concepts myself, but then this ask properly sprung me into action. @bluepeachstudios you've done it again with the hinting!

I suppose the only really interesting things about these takes are how I named them. I already have a fusion storyline planned for my own TMNT iteration, and the Turtles fuse with April in it so I combined their names there. I didn't want to do that again here, so instead I took a more unique approach. I named them after each of the Turtles' VAs' birthday months (because, you know, April). I mean, why not utilise canon/meta/out-of-universe facts for a project like this? I can't do this for my own characters. I did have two rules in place in case any of them overlapped, of which I was forced to use one.

May

May is probably my least favourite out of the bunch. There's really nothing about her that screams Leo besides like- a shell, blue eyes, injuries... It's probably therefore not surprising I drew her first, so I really didn't know what I wanted to emphasise and so on. I should probably have had her face the camera more to get a better sense of her jawline. Make sure to make it nice and boxy lol

The plastron pride flags are demigirl, aroace and lesbian. While I do in my heart of hearts believe Leo has a not insignificant crush on Captain Ryan, I still wanted our gal to be a flaming lesbian despite that lol.

March

March was incredibly fun to draw, and not just because @bluecookiesabi is an absolute joy to hang out with (thank the heavens for Discord streams!). I just really like drawing more feminine characters. I had most likely already sketched both May and March before I found the ask so I didn't know March is agender, but I don't think that's a problem at all. Agender people are allowed to be feminine, after all. And I don't consider Donnie to be some pinnacle of masculinity to begin with.

I figured, since the fic tags state that Donnie's autistic here, I'd give March just fluffy socks and slippers to keep dust and dirt from their feet for sensory reasons. That is definitely not projection on my part.

They're kind of giving 2003 April vibes with their hair in a bun. That was a happy accident which I'm really glad I kept to.

January

January is just green April. Hers and Mikey's designs are already so incredibly similar in-canon I'm convinced she'd look pretty much exactly like him had she been mutated into a turtle. I didn't even feel the need to open January's eyes since they'd just be the same shade of blue more or less.

I don't have much to say about him other than she was fun to draw. Gymnastics poses are honestly kind of therapeutic to draw. But also, how are they able to make that pose? The answer is simple: January is just built different.

I also labelled xir as only aroace since I don't know what you have planned for Mikey.

September

I'm really happy with how he turned out. While sketching I couldn't get the pose really working but once I did she really came together. I'd say September is the only Fusion (besides maybe March) that actually looks like the people he's made up of merged. Raph's stocky build fits April surprisingly well. And the choice to give her April's kunoichi getup but tattered was a really good idea in my opinion, and I'd like to give @pechtothevoid the credit they are so deservedly owed for that idea.

While not fic accurate at all, I had such a difficult time coming up with a good weapon for September. Who knew combining sai with tessen would be difficult? So instead I gave her a boomerang, which reminded me of Sokka, so I just straight up gave him Sokka's boomerang. I like the idea of her, upon fusing, just snagging Sokka's boomerang from the Mae Whitman-verse and using it as a blunt force weapon. I wanted to in a similar vein give him the One Ring from the Sean Astin-verse, but I couldn't get that to look good no matter how I placed it.

I like the name rules I came up with. Basically, since I didn't know in which months any of their actors were born in I had to come up with a replacement idea for naming in case any of them happen to overlap. The first rule was that if Rob and Greg happened to share a month with anyone else, the Donnie and Mikey Fusions would automatically get assigned December and May respectively. If Seth or Sean were to have overlapped with anyone, Leo's and Raph's Fusions would get the/a month whose first letter is the closest to either character's first name. March and January checked out, but since Seth and Sean are both born in February, I was forced to assign Leo and Raph May and September each. Small price to pay, honestly.

Tcest DNI and NO REPOSTING. Both groups can go die UwU

#mimjan draws #mimjan draws fanart #do not repost #tmnt 2012 fanfic #tcesters leave or you will mutate into car bacteria #once again did 'Fusions' eat any semblance of braincells I have #it's such a good fic and trope though so who can blame me?#and trying to combine characters that are completely different animal species and sexes into one was unsurprisingly really difficult #but a fun challenge in creativity and problem solving #I should do these kinds of projects more often. they're fun #even if the lack of clear sex characteristics in the Turtles' designs infuriated me #I seriously had no plastron shape to mess around with and make more androgynous smh #they didn't even look male in the show itself since they're flat/convex so I had to mess with the Fusions' plastrons in some other way

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moonmeg · 2 years

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Now i need to know how they sorted things out!!!🥺

LOVE ur writing and drawing!!! All of it! Mwa! Pure art!💖

Tysm aaaaaa💗💗

Alright, alright, here:

It was night by the time she approached their bedroom. She let her husband, who had retreated to their bedroom since the dinner, alone throughout the evening. She cleared the ruined dinner from the table and washed the dishes. Nobody was going to eat that anymore after that small argument. She had lost her appetite and it seemed so had Caleb, since he never came out of that room for this evening.

She knocked at the bedroom door. It wasn't locked. She could've just walked in. But out of respect for her husband she wanted to make sure it was fine by him for her to go in. He wanted to be alone after all.

The knock wasn't answered.

She knocked again.

"Caleb? Darling, can I come in? I just want to get my things. I'll leave right away."

The door opened and her husband stood before her in his nightshirt, looking at her confused.

"Your things?"

"For the night.", she entered the room with a course straight to the dresser, "I think perhaps we should spend tonight seperately. I won't drive you out of the bedroom. I can survive a night on the sofa.".

"Catherine...", he sighed. He walked up to her and took her hand, brushing his thumb over her knuckles softly. "No, we... we shouldn't.".

Both of their eyes stared at her hand that was laying in his. For a moment there was only silence.

"I'm sorry for earlier. It wasn't right of me to just walk away-", Caleb broke the silence but was cut off in his sentence by Catherine intervening.

"No, it was. You needed time alone. There's no right and wrong there.". There was nothing she was mad about with that. Sometimes you need quiet and time for yourself to sort your thoughts. She didn't act much differently a year ago when Caleb revealed to her who he actually was. Sometimes you need distance. In that she understood him and in that she would never blame him.

He looked up to his wife, who's eyes were still staring at their hands. Her mouth drawing a light frown that made Caleb believe she was upset with him. So he asked her if she was mad at him, his thumb never stopping to brush over her knuckles. She tightened her hold on his hand.

"Not mad. I'm frustrated. I'm worried. You have such a naivety towards your brother, Caleb. I just... I don't want you to get hurt because you believe just because he's your brother he could never hurt you. I'm worried even more when I think about how often he's already done that.", she lifted her eyes to look at him. Their eyes catched the other's in a more intense and intimate way than the times before on this evening. Catherine's voice was soft and quiet this time, contrary to the situation at dinner.

"Kitty, it's- it's complicated.", Caleb broke the eye contact with her piercing green-blue eyes again. He sighed heavily as he let her hand go and sat down on their bed, resting his elbows on his laps, his hands folded and hanging down in the free space between his knees.

Catherine watched. He didn't have to tell her it was a complicated situation for him. She already knew it was. She stayed silent, noticing that he wanted to talk by the focus in his eyes. A focus that revealed he was thinking of how to explain best. Silence once again filled the room for a moment.

"Yes, you're right about Philip. He does act like I'm a possession to him, some puppet, some object that never leaves his side or has contact to other people. I know he does that and it bothers me too. But...", Caleb paused. He hid his face in his palms, remembering the times when the brothers were inseparable. Remembering all he did to make sure Philip is happy and alive. He brushed his hands through his hair, showing his face again, taking a deep breath, his head following the upwards movement of his hands until it laid in his neck, before continuing:

"My whole life I spent with him. I was there for him when no one else was. When he'd wake up from nightmares, when he'd get mocked by other children for being "odd", when the whole world seemingly turned against him. I was there at his lowest and his highest. My entire life circulated around him.".

Perhaps it was his own fault Philip developed this attachment, over him, he thought. Maybe if he hadn't always been there for him. Maybe if he had been just a bit stricter with him. Maybe if he had been just a bit like their father. Maybe then Philip wouldn't think Caleb was his possession, a doll he can use however he wants. But this would go against Caleb's nature. Against what their mother preached to him about the importance of kindness, charity and brotherly love. Maybe if he indeed had been stricter and had not created this warm relationship with Philip, it would've been even worse.

"When you said it was possibly him- I- I knew you were right. It made sense. But it's a hard truth to accept that he would... kill just to have me to himself. That he would kill for his benefit, which is why I was in such denial.", he confessed, upset with himself, hurt to accept this truth.

Catherine came closer to him. This wasn't what she wanted to see her husband like. She didn't want him needing to explain himself on why he wouldn't want to have his little brother be responsible for one of the traumatizing losses in Caleb's life. Why he'd deny it to be true. And she didn't want him to feel any sort of guilt for this.

"I should've just held my mouth shut. I ruined everything. I'm so sorry.", she sat down next to him, looking longingly at his hand but hesitant to reach for it.

Caleb noticed her hesitation and decided to reach for her's instead. He entangled their fingers and lifted her hand to his lips.

"You didn't ruin anything. My relationship with Philip couldn't get worse from where it is right now.", he gave a chuckle trying to ease up the tight snd serious atmosphere in the room. Despite this fact of the torn brotherly relationship not being funny to him in the slightest. It was ironic though. After all he's done, after all his life was focused on Philip, after he'd neglected himself for his entire life and promising Philip over and over again that he'd never leave him, it was Philip who abandoned Caleb with their once good and close bond in shambles.

"He is the only person who would get a benefit out of her death. And for six years I was blind to it. So... thank you for opening my eyes.", he looked in her eyes again with a tiny smile, "Will you forgive me?".

"I don't have anything to forgive you for.", Catherine answered, "But I know someone who does deserve an apology.".

As she said that, the small red cardinal fluttered towards the blonde man, landing on his other hand. The bird looked up to his chosen owner and friend, but stayed unusually silent. Caleb's eyes opened wider, his breath stopping for a moment as he recalled what he did earlier.

"Flapjack..."

"He was really upset when you pushed him away. He only meant well and wanted to comfort you.", Catherine leaned over to rest her head on her husband's shoulder, petting Flapjack with her free hand.

Caleb frowned. In his shock he acted without regard for others and rejected help from those that care about him for once. He lifted his hand with Flapjack on it to the height of his face. "Oh, Flapjack, buddy, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be so cold. I just really wanted to be alone for a while. All alone. Forgive me."

Caleb held his forehead to the palisman's and shook his head lightly from left to right in a petting manner. Flapjack chirped and cuddled to Caleb's brow and closed eye, accepting the apology. Suddenly he reached for the loose strand of hair falling into Caleb's face with his beak and tugged on it, as the bird did so often whenever he wanted his friend to look into a certain direction or pay attention to something. This time it was pulling Caleb in the direction of Catherine.

Once his friend smiled and leaned his head on his wife's, Flapjack chirped again satisfied and flew to the white dove on the windowsill, cuddling to Opal with closed eyes.

"You know what?", his wife asked quietly.

"Hm?"

She kissed his lips. It was a rather short kiss and it's only purpose was to mark the end of this argument.

"I think you should get some distraction.", she said softly with a flirtatious undertone, kissing his cheek.

"I'm not in the mood, Kitty.".

Catherine chuckled.

"I didn't mean that. I mean distraction like in the old days. Only kisses and cuddles. Nothing more.", she kissed his cheek again. Then his jawline. Then his shoulder. Never longer than a few seconds.

"That sounds great.", he softly smiled and buried his face in her fluffy hair.

"I just have to change into my nightgown quickly.".

She slowly got up and went to the dresser again. She opened a drawer and took her nightgown out, unfolding it and placing it on top of the dresser. She drew a circle in the air and began untieing the lacing of her bodice on her back. Struggling with it suddenly, she turned to the mirror to look at her back's reflection over her shoulder but simultaneously now faced her husband, who was looking at her admiringly.

"Are you watching me?", she asked surprised. This wasn't what he usually did. She had expected him to already have laid down with his back to her. But he was still sitting on the side of the bed, looking at her.

"Is that bothering you? I just wanted to admire my wife and I thought- I've seen you naked more than once by now but if it's a problem I can-"

"No, it's alright.", Catherine smiled and continued changing into her nightwear. Once changed, she went to her husband again. She bowed down to kiss him, arms wrapped around his neck, before pulling away and sitting down next to him again. She slowly leaned further and further back, pulling Caleb with her, until they were laying on the bed next to each other, looking adoringly at the other.

Catherine stretched her neck to press a kiss on his nose, scooting closer to embrace and cuddle him afterwards.

This wasn't their first argument - if that's what you can call it - and it wouldn't be their last one. But as long as the argument gets resolved again, they both knew, everything was fine.

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