#I’d post things just to get their attention or to get a reaction
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Oh I understand that very well,I lived very sheltered most of my life so I missed out on basically my entire teenage years. So just like going to the mall or even going anywhere without my mom feels like a huge deal,it kinda makes me feel childish especially since I had high school friends that stopped talking to me bc I was never allowed to do anything with them 🥲
I cannot relate to that but I get it 😭. for me I just…chose not to? like I was so uncomfortable going anywhere else that, it was always my house people were at, I was always uncomfortable and anxious anywhere else. I don’t drive so I can’t even (still not that I’d be comfortable or feel safe doing so) go anywhere alone so that part I get 🥲. also I’m sorry about the friend thing </3
#destined partner#my family was always the ‘if you wanna smoke or drink do it here with me’#my stepdad is still amazed I’ve lived so long without drinking anything ever#which is how they know I’m not lying#my mom is even the one I asked to get me cbd#so they know that if I have ever done anything they would’ve know#known*#but it’s also some of those things where if I do it#I have to talk about it and that’s a childish part of my personality I don’t know how to fix#where I say things for attention#and esp as a teen when I was really on and off with my first s/o#I’d post things just to get their attention or to get a reaction#and I hate that sm#but literally that could be bc I literally don’t and have never#gotten enough attention#most of my childhood/memories is#alone in my room watching law & order svu playing with my dolls as a kid#that’s how I spent most/all of my days as a child#so that’s where ! my issues come from lol
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𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐒 28. 12th date’s the charm
YOU COULDN’T STAY CALM.
You were waiting for Saw X’s stupid post-credit scene to wrap up while your foot was tapping against the carpet floor anxiously. After you slipped up in the group chat, calling Heeseung your boyfriend, you could only wait and face the consequences after the movie. It was clear it was weighing on the others’ minds; you could see the corner of Sunoo’s mouth fighting to stay down, and although Sunghoon and Jungwon were high, you noticed them stealing a glance and playfully nudging each other.
But it was Heeseung you were the most concerned about.
His reaction was the most important one to you and, as if the world hated you, his reaction was the only one you couldn’t read. He sat completely still, staring ahead at the theater screen with his lips pressed together.
The screen went dark and the end-credits started rolling. Now, you had to deal with the aftermath of your text. It was one thing to let the word out loud, but over text? If you were able to unsend that message without anyone reading it before it went through, you would’ve.
Then, a horrifying realization struck you.
After you and Heeseung parted ways with Sunghoon, Jungwon, and Sunoo, you two would have to sit in a car together. Alone.
You felt your heart drop to your stomach.
It was clear that Heeseung had feelings for you. He was the one pining after you from the beginning, after all—having the entire workplace be aware of his (initially delusional) crush on you.
For some reason, though, you were still restless.
“I think I would just let my life end if John Kramer put me in one of those traps,” Sunoo blurted out as soon as your group exited the theater. You and Heeseung were finishing the last of your popcorn behind him.
“I’d survive it,” Sunghoon said. “I’m built different.”
Heeseung nudged you with his elbow, taking you by surprise. “Did you like the movie?”
You scrunched up your nose. “I don’t usually like gore, but I liked the story before they all started dying.”
Everyone turned their attention to Jungwon, who was strangely quiet. The guy was fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater, eyes cast down to the floor.
Sunoo asked, “You good?”
“He’s gonna get me,” Jungwon mumbled.
“Oh my god.” Sunghoon groaned. “For the last time, Jungwon, John Kramer’s a fictional character.”
“He’s real in my head.”
Heeseung let out a snicker. For every single date following your first failed one, Heeseung swore to stay completely sober so that his high wouldn’t interfere with your dates. You thought it was cute that he committed to it for you, but part of you also wanted to take care of him for once.
“Yeah, get this guy home. He’s gone,” Heeseung said, patting Jungwon’s back firmly. “Hoon, you’ve gotta stop spiking him.”
Sunghoon frowned. “Why do you think I spiked him?”
“Motherfucker,” Jungwon spoke up, raising his head with a sudden fire in his eyes, “I wouldn’t be this high right now if you didn’t leave your stupid cannabis-infused pretzels out on your table.”
“You also wouldn’t be this high if you didn’t steal my pretzels, so I don’t get why you’re complaining.”
“Didn’t he also accidentally drink your cannabis-infused coffee the other week?” Sunoo recalled, grimacing as he remembered Jungwon walking into Starbucks and attempting to order a cheese burger.
“Before that was the cannabis-infused Rice Krispy,” Heeseung mentioned.
“You’ve seriously gotta stop trusting whatever’s in Hoon’s fridge,” you told him, “or just anything that’s remotely edible around him.”
After some more commentary on the movie was shared, Heeseung made up some excuse about needing to get you home before it got too dark. The two of you had gone on dates that lasted well into the night, so your heart fluttered pathetically at the thought of him wanting to be alone with you.
You said your goodbyes to the three boys, reminding them to get home safe, and you and Heeseung parted ways with the group. It was cool outside, but you felt like your entire body was hot and buzzing as you remembered that being alone with Heeseung meant that he could potentially interrogate you about your accidental ‘boyfriend’ text.
He did nothing of the sort on the walk to his car. You and him cracked jokes about John Kramer all the way to the parking garage, and you started to feel the tightness in your chest unravel slowly.
That was, until you reached Heeseung’s car.
Instead of unlocking the doors, Heeseung’s hands slid into the pockets of his gray sweatpants as he leaned against the exterior of the car—right in front of the passenger door. You blinked at him, wondering if he was going to move, but he just held direct eye contact with you as the corner of his lip curled in amusement.
He cut straight to the point, saying, “So, your text…”
“My typo,” you corrected with an awkward grin.
He hummed. “No, you clearly typed ‘my boyfriend’ in the group chat.”
Your heart was racing. You could feel your pulse in your neck, your arms—every body part that was buzzing uncontrollably. This wasn’t how you wanted to confess to him. Not in a damn group chat, at least.
“Well, you’re not my boyfriend yet. You’re gonna be my passenger princess if you don’t hurry up and get in the car,” you started rambling faster than you could think, words spilling out before you were even able to properly filter your thoughts. “I’m gonna drive us home, then.”
As soon as you turned to walk around to the other side of his car, Heeseung reached forward to grab your wrist. With a firm tug, he had you stumbling right into his chest.
And, oh, you never realized just how big he was.
“H-hey,” you stuttered out, looking up to catch the smirk playing on his lips. “You’re not playing fair.”
“We never decided on any rules.”
Then, your back was pressed against the frame of the car, the cool metal chilling your flushed skin. You swallowed hard as Heeseung towered over you, his hands gripping your waist to hold you in place. Your heart was beating erratically at this point, but you didn’t want to budge and let him win just yet.
Heeseung dropped his head so that his lips were by your ear. You swore he could pick up on the way your breathing hitched because of his low chuckle.
“Come on.” His voice was silky and velvet as he murmured against the shell of your ear. “Just let me ask you out already.”
Although his words were irresistibly tempting, you were firm when you said, “No. I need to be the one to ask you out, and I didn’t wanna do it like this.” Your hand moved up to play with the loose strands of his hair at his neck. “Just wait a tiny bit longer for me. Please?”
Heeseung sighed, but you could hear the smile in his voice. “Well, I couldn’t ever say no to you, anyway.”
He pulled back to look down at you, still keeping his hands firm on your waist.
You held up your hand, making a pinching gesture with your pointer and thumb finger. “Just a little longer.”
“Mmhm,” he agreed. “Can I kiss you, though?”
Your face burned with the heat of a thousand suns. “K-kiss?”
“Like”—he poked your cheek—“right here.”
“Oh.” Still blushing furiously, you beamed and turned your cheek for him. “Go ahead, sir.”
With a soft giggle bubbling from his lips, Heeseung cupped your jaw gently so that he could press a chaste kiss to your cheek. He was dangerously close to your lips, and you knew that he intended on teasing you as much as possible.
Afterward, he pulled away and fished his keys out of his pockets. “I plan on kissing you for real once we’re dating, though.”
With that, he unlocked the car for you and walked over to the driver’s side. You had to catch your breath to regain your composure before you were able to get into the passenger’s seat.
On the way home, all you could think about were how pretty the stars were and how much prettier Heeseung was.
And, man, you really, really liked him.
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SUMMARY ▸ in which you work at the starbucks where heeseung is a regular at (and considered a public enemy). also he only goes when he’s stoned off his ass.
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HE'S NOT SPECIAL
suna x gn!reader | won’t lie. was Fully thinking of miguel o’hara while writing this. i left it vague so u can project anybody though. LOL
suna’s been glaring at you wrapped in a blanket on your phone for the past 10 minutes.
a blanket in one of your favourite colours that you love that he—your boyfriend, he comments to himself—bought for your birthday.
a blanket you’re now kicking up every 15 or so seconds as you loop edits of something, someone, that’s caught your attention more than him in his time of need.
“babe.”
“hm?”
you don’t turn to him when you respond, you don’t pause the video or even lower the volume. rintarou huffs before climbing under the blanket with you.
his arms wrap around your stomach, and he rests his forehead against the back of your head. for a second he could almost forget you weren’t paying attention to him, until he hears you make a noise—a squeak? squeal? giggle? at a new edit you’ve found.
this time, instead of ignoring it, rin lifts his head to watch with you.
“this is who you’ve been posting recently, right?”
he knows he’s right. he pays attention to everything you talk about.
“yeah, isn’t he so handsome? oh my god when he says—” the character’s voice line cuts you off, and you let out another noise before slightly rolling forward and kicking the blanket again.
your boyfriend debates whether he should be offended or find your reaction endearing. (in an offensive way.)
“i could do that.”
“do what?”
“say the thing he said.”
you don’t respond for a few seconds before breathing out a confused laugh. “...okay?”
“he’s not special.”
this time you really laugh. “okay?”
“why don’t you kick your feet when you watch me?”
“what—hey, you don’t know that i don’t,” you protest, finally turning to look at him. “are you pouting?”
“no.”
he is. he has been the entire time, he notes, as he forces himself to stop. you put your phone down and jokingly coo, reaching to squeeze his cheeks. “aw, you’re jealous—”
“no i’m not. that’d be dumb.”
“my rin’s jealous,” you sing-song, and rintarou almost hates how his heart jumps at the way you call him yours. he glares at you while you squish his face together and you laugh again. “okay, okay, i’m sorry. i’ll stop watching edits now.”
still smiling at him, you let go of his face and hug him back. then you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips and rin relaxes into it, fingers ever so slightly pressing into the small of your back after successfully getting your attention back.
you pull away to murmur a few inches away from his lips. “just for the record, i’d still pick you over him.”
rin huffs warm air against your skin before nuzzling into the crook of your neck, content. “good.”
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camera shy | b.f
pairing: robert “bob” floyd x f!reader
word count: 2761
warnings: smut, nsfw [18+ only], sub!bob, blowjob, filming the blowjob, aftercare,
summary: in which bob wants something of you to take away with him on his latest deployment
author’s note: i’m leaving for work in 15 mins but the urge to post this was more important than getting ready 😅
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“Go get the camera.”
You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen Bob move so quickly. A small laugh fell past your lips as you watched him trip over the pile of laundry in the basket by the door.
Bob had seemed off all night. You’d chalked it down to the fact that he’d be on deployment for the foreseeable future, and that you weren’t going to be able to talk often. He’d been pouting all day. Antsy, like he wanted to tell you something – ask you something – and that he was just chalking up the nerve to do it.
You’d been playing with his hair for the better part of an hour. It had recently been cut again, and honestly, you wished he could grow it out. You liked the curls, but you understood the Navy were strict.
You’d thought he’d finally drifted off with his head in your lap as you watched reruns of some shitty sitcom on the tv in his living room. You hadn’t been paying attention to it, because your boy was struggling with something. You’d tried to ask him what was wrong, tell him that he could talk to you, but he’d brushed it off and laid his head in your lap without so much as a second thought.
Then he’d whispered it, so quiet you almost imagined it. If it hadn’t been for the silence from the tv, you probably would’ve missed it.
“I want to film you sucking my cock.”
And there it was. Out in the open. You’d kept playing with his hair, mulling it over. Letting him think you hadn’t heard him.
Then he’d repeated himself louder, and turned his head to look at you. His bright blue eyes were wide as they watched your reaction. Eyebrows pulled together in questioning. And his cheeks, god, they were so flushed it took your breath away.
“That’s what’s got you all worked up?” You asked, not bothering to hide the teasing tone from your voice.
He coughed to clear his throat before sitting up, nervously playing with his fingers as he wrung his hands together.
“I–yes,” he admitted. “I just…I’m going to be away from you for a while. If it was okay, I mean, I’d like to have something of you–of you telling me when I can and can’t cum. When the timezones interfere an–,”
“Okay,” you cut him off.
You’d never seen him this highly strung before, and you wanted to make him feel better. Release the tension he was holding in his body. Let him live out this fantasy. Because, after all, he was a good boy. Good boys deserved to be rewarded every now and then.
You waited patiently for Bob to join you again, mumbling to himself along the lines of “flat fuckin’ battery, typical.” You watched him plug it in to charge with an amused look on your face. When he caught you staring, he ducked his gaze and tottled over to join you on the couch again.
“What?”
You shook your head as he sat down and ran your hand through his hair. “Nothing, you’re just so cute.”
He smiled shyly, eyes fluttering closed as you lightly scratched at his scalp. “You’re so good to me.”
“You deserve it, baby boy,” you told him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. When he turned his head slightly, trying to find your lips, you obliged. He kissed you back slowly, languidly. Savouring the taste and feel of your mouth on his.
Before he could start whining, you gently pulled away. You refused to kiss the pout off his lips like you usually did.
“Let’s wait until your phone is charged,” you suggested lightly, combing his hair back from his face.
He really was a pretty young thing. From his striking blue eyes and the glasses that adorned them, to his soft tousled hair and shy personality. He was your pretty little boy, and you couldn’t imagine him any other way.
“O–kay, yeah,” he agreed with a stammer. You cupped his face tenderly. “Thank you for agreeing to do this for me.”
“Anything for my good little boy,” you praised. “You’ve been so good lately. I was going to ask if there was anything you wanted me to do for you that we don’t normally do.”
Bob hummed softly. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you agreed lightly. “How long do you think that phone is going to take to charge?”
“Not long, I hope.”
You smiled as he cast a glance to where he’d plugged the phone in. He ran a hand through his hair before leaning back against the couch and throwing an arm around your shoulders. You cuddled into his side, throwing your legs over his lap and nuzzling your face into his neck.
He tilted his head just enough, baring the skin of his neck to you. You pressed a kiss to the soft spot behind his ear, flicking your tongue against his earlobe before leaving hot, open mouthed kisses down his jaw.
He’s behaving – too nervous that you’ll decline the idea he propositioned earlier. That, instead, you’ll leave him with only his memories of the two of you to last the entire month he’s gone. He knows the memories are good, but he also knows that actually hearing your voice guiding him through an orgasm is ten times better.
His hand fell to rest on your back, mouth parted as you continued your wordless assault on his neck. Kissing, licking, and sucking bruises into the skin. You wanted him to flush whenever he saw them, for as long as they tainted his skin. Even if you couldn’t see the deep red flush they caused, you knew he’d ask for more the second he got back home.
“How are you feeling, baby?” You asked, lips brushing against the shell of his ear.
“Good,” he said breathily. “Can you sit in my lap?”
“No touching,” you warned him, shuffling as he tucked his hands beneath his thighs. Eyes hooded as you straddled his lap, your hands resting on his chest. “Your heart is racing, baby. Are you sure you’re good?”
He nodded quickly. “So good. Don’t want you to punish me and take away the phone.”
You cupped his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks. “I’m not going to punish you today, baby. Maybe when you get back, depending on how many times you watch the video and cum. But that’s later. This is now.”
His next breath came out ragged and the potential future punishment, and his dick stirred to life in his pants.
“Are you thinking about your punishment?” You teased, shuffling in his lap and feeling his growing erection pressed tightly at your clothed core. “Naughty boy.”
“Tell me what’s going to happen if I cum from watching the video,” he pleaded.
You chuckled lowly and slowly slid off his lap, crossing the room to check the battery charge on the phone. You heard him cough, likely to hide a moan – you knew him too well. Satisfied with the seventeen percent, you unplugged it from the cord and walked back over to Bob.
“Are you going to be able to hold the camera still?” You asked him.
“Yes.”
“Good boy,” you praised, watching his eyes gloss over as you handed him the device, opened to the video option. Sinking to your knees between his open legs, you snatched a cushion from the couch for extra comfort. You weren’t sure how long the battery was going to last, but you wanted to make sure Bob was thoroughly spent when you were done with him; whether the phone lived that long or not.
With shaky hands, Bob trained the phone on your face. You gave him a sweet smile, hands resting on his open thighs. Slowly inching up towards his clothed cock desperately straining to be freed.
Bob exhaled shakily, the hand not holding the phone gripped the couch cushion tightly. His knuckles were white, and you hadn’t even started yet.
He groaned as you roughly palmed him, your eyes trained on his face the whole time. Watching his eyebrows draw together, the bottom lip getting taken between his teeth, nostrils flared as he breathed. Doing everything he could to stay calm, to not reach out and touch you.
He wanted this, he reminded himself. He needed to behave.
“Hips up, baby boy,” you said slowly, popping the button of his pants through the hole and sliding the zipper down.
He did as you requested, lifting his hips enough for you to tug his pants and underwear over the curve of his ass and down his thighs, leaving them bunched together at his ankles.
Bob took a ragged breath as he kicked his pants out of the way, the cool air hitting the tip of his cock in a way that made his toes curl. You ran your hands up his thighs before raking your nails back down towards his knees. He hissed at the slight pain, legs opening further for you.
His cock rested against his stomach, thick and heavy, and beautiful just like him. You almost forgot you were on camera as you ran a finger lightly down his cock. Starting at the tip and gathering a bead of precum from the slit, down the sensitive ridge, over the prominent vein that wrapped around his cock. Taking his heavy balls in your hand and lightly fondling, squeezing, expecting him to beg for more.
His mouth opened like clockwork, “please, more. I need more,” and his pleas were as beautiful as ever. Light, breathy and so full of desperation.
“More what, Bobby?”
His head fell back against the couch when you used his nickname. Quickly springing back as he felt your mouth on his inner thigh, sucking a deep bruise right beside his cock.
“Touch me more, please,” he whimpered, struggling to keep from jerking his hips up. Desperate for any kind of friction. “I need your hands on my cock.”
You hummed and pressed your hand against his cock. Keeping your palm flat as you ran it up the underside of his cock, the silky skin pushing over the tip.
“Like this?”
He whined. “Yes–no. That’s not what I mean.”
“Then how? Tell me how, Bobby,” you prompted, feeling his cock twitch beneath your palm.
“Wrap your hand around my cock, please.”
He was such a good boy. He never forgot his manners. Not when there was so much on the line.
You did as he requested and wrapped your hand around his cock. And that’s all you did.
“Stroke my cock, please,” he begged.
You slowly dragged your hand up his cock, watching the tip disappear beneath the excess skin before slowly dragging your hand back down. Watching the tip reappear as your hand reached the base of his cock.
“Like this, baby?”
“Y-Yeah.”
So he wanted to be teased a little longer, you mused to yourself. He moaned softly as you luckily cupped his balls with your other hand, working both in tandem with your slow strokes of his cock.
He whimpered at your torturous pace. “So good. It feels so good.”
Your mouth was salivating in anticipation of finally tasting him. His cock was slick with precum you were desperate to lap up. He was being such a good boy, that you didn’t wait for him to ask before your mouth was on him.
A heavenly moan rumbled in your throat as you lapped up the precum from his cock. Bob gasped as your tongue flicked and delved into his slit, your hot, wet mouth enveloping his tip.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, the sound like music to your ears. Your eyes flickered up to watch his face contort in pleasure as you started to bob your head. Never taking more of his cock in your mouth than just the tip.
He needed to ask for more.
You unwrapped your hand from his cock that had been squeezing at the base to lightly dig your nails into his hip. The other did the same on his other hip, because he had a tendency to get lost in the feeling and his hips thrusting to meet your mouth.
He whimpered as your nails dug into his flesh, and your gaze flitted to the camera lens of the phone.
You left sloppy kisses down his shaft before you reached his balls. Tongue flat against the base of his cock as you licked back to his tip.
“Please, please,” he begged, no, he whimpered. You knew what he wanted. He needed to articulate his thoughts.
“Please what, Bobby?”
He whined, cock twitching as his hips jerked up. You held them in place as best you could.
“I need your mouth; your throat. Fuck, please.” He was a mess and you had him exactly where you wanted him. “I’m a good boy. I’m your good boy.”
You gave him a sweet smile before wrapping your mouth around his tip and sucking. He hissed, and whined, and fisted the couch even harder than he was before. You heard his knuckles click, and let go of his hips to grab his hand. Prying it from the couch and tangling your fingers together as you took him into your mouth. Slowly taking more and more, jaw aching as you tried to accommodate his size.
He squeezed your hand tightly, and you squeezed back, fighting back a gag as you opened your throat to his cock.
“Ohmygod.” He groaned loudly. Your throat contracted slightly, desperate to swallow, and he moaned loudly. As you pulled back a bit and started bobbing your head, you made eye contact with the camera lens once again. Knowing it would drive him crazy when he watched it back.
Yyou knew he’d try to hold out as long as possible before watching the video, and when he did, he’d get a nice surprise from your sultry gaze. And any thoughts of a punishment would fly out of his mind.
“You taste so good, baby,” you praised, wrapping your hand around his spit slick cock to give it a few teasing strokes. “So heavy and thick in my mouth. God, such a pretty cock for a pretty boy, hm?”
He panted, struggling to meet your gaze and hold the phone steady. You saw how gone he was. How lost he’d become to the pleasure. You’d told him about the place he disappeared to once before – sub space, you’d called it. The place he’d entered when he was completely at your mercy, which had only happened a small handful of times.
It was a surprise every time, because it didn’t always happen. When it did, you knew he was truly yours. That he’d never do anything to lose you, or what the two of you had.
“Your good boy,” he mumbled. “Your pretty boy. All yours.”
You hummed, wrapping your lips around his cock again.
When he was in sub space, it usually meant he was close. That he wasn’t going to be able to delay his orgasm even if you requested it. You didn’t want to this time. You wanted him to cum, just as badly as he did.
You played with his balls while taking his cock as deep into your mouth as you could. Each time his cock hit the back of your throat, a gasp would fall from his lips. Each gasp getting a little breathier and higher pitched.
“So close.”
With his cock deep in your mouth, you hummed. Watching his head fall back, and feeling his balls tighten in your grasp.
“Feels so good, oh fuck, please. Please,” he begged. His cock twitched once, then twice, and when you didn’t stop your blissful assault, he came. Thick ropes of cum hitting the back of your throat and coating your tongue. You kept sucking the tip of his cock, milking his orgasm the best way you knew how.
He gasped as you pulled off him with a soft ‘pop’ before looking down the lens of the camera and showing the cum you’d collected. Only then did you swallow, but not before shutting off the phone.
“Bobby,” you said softly, taking his face in your hands. “Hi, baby. You did so good for me, you know that?”
He hummed, eyes unfocused as you pressed soft kisses to his face. His breathing was ragged, but he was slowly coming back to you. Your boy. Your good boy.
“Hi,” he said breathily, leaning into your touch. “Thank you.”
“Any time, baby. Just wanna take care of you.”
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All The Things I Did (3): Don't Leave Me Alone
chronology: chapter 1 chapter 2 interlude 1 chapter 3 interlude 2
a/n: well well well. here i am again. not as sad as interlude 2 i promise. i put them in chronologic order up top for all the new fans of this fic. focusing on gale and cass this chapter. i've appreciated all the screams in my ask box (i will explain anything about spook x bucky i've got going on in my head whenever you want, shoot me a dm) and will work on more interludes this weekend. keep the prompts coming! good a good mix of current & post war bucky x spook. love you guys and enjoy this longer one in celly of the finale.
Of all the places for them to bump into each other, no one should have been surprised it was in the base library. It was small and quiet and didn’t have the nicest lighting. But it had plenty of books on plenty of topics and very few people ever frequented it. Normally, it was her place to unwind and seek solace. Breathe in the scent of the worn bindings and get lost for a few hours. Cass wasn’t sure if John even knew it existed so it only made sense that this is where Gale would find her first.
Gale Cleven had been in communication with John Egan since their first day of basic training. Had watch him fly and crash on occasion. Watched him flirt and dance and take girls home. Only a few times had watched him give a piece of his heart and never once had he watched it go anywhere. When he had sent him the unicorn to pass along as an apology to a bar owner in Greenland, John had written one line at the end that made him more confused than the figurine had. A little note at the bottom: P.S. I think I’ve found my girl.
Gale hadn’t known then, wouldn’t know for awhile, that Bucky had only seen her across the airfield when he had written that. Hadn’t even spoken a word to her. Had taken one look at the way every man on that base stopped and parted for her. One look at the way she navigated herself around the airfield while never looking up from the paper in front of her. John Egan had been gone like a freight train.
“Excuse me, Lieutenant Cooper?” She was in an armchair in the back of the library, curled up as much as her uniform would allow, thumbing through a book on Prussian history with two others opened and balancing precariously on either side of her and a stack of yet-to-be-read books piled on the floor. “I don’t mean to intrude. I just thought I’d introduce myself. Gale Cleven, friends call me Buck.”
“My friends call me Cass.” She shook his hand as firmly as she could, her right arm in a sling. “You know, John has a whole thing planned for us to meet. He’ll be heartbroken.” Him and Cass had spent the night on a blanket in the flowers, just like she had wanted upon her return. He told her all about his best friend Buck and that introducing her to him was almost like her meeting his sisters or mother. Joked that she needed Buck’s approval before he could take her on another date.
“We can work on our story. Let him still have his moment.” Cass smiled and motioned for Gale to take the chair next to her. She placed a notecard between the pages to keep her place before giving him her full attention.
“I’m sorry your first impression of me was when I got off that plane yesterday. I promise I’m not always that dramatic.” Gale laughed. The swelling in her eye had gone down slightly and there was color back to her cheeks. Maybe a couple of new bruises on her neck but he assumed his friend was more likely the culprit of those than the secret police.
“I barely noticed over the commotion of Bucky.”
“I wasn’t expecting that,” she noted shyly. All of a sudden her fingernails were much easier to look at than Buck’s gaze.
“I’ve known Bucky, John, a long time. You’ve enraptured him, Lieutenant.” Gale hadn’t expected such a reaction either. Bucky had always been somewhat impulsive, sure, but always with a personal gain in mind. Win the bet. Win the girl. Win the game. But yesterday had been near primal. A base instinct to protect. To put himself in between her and those who would do her harm. It had come as natural as breathing.
“Your word choice is inspiring, Major Cleven.” Her eyes twinkled. She knew.
“Has he serenaded you yet? Then you’ll really be inspired.”
“I don’t know if that is what I would call it. I haven’t worked my way to that level of affection yet.” He thought back to the desperation in John’s voice when he called Cass’ name yesterday. Thought back to the venom that replaced it when someone got in the way of him reaching her.
“I’m sure it’s only a matter of time.” She ducked away from his gaze again.
“Don’t tell him I’m telling you this, but I’m pretty enraptured by him, too.” Gale reached over and squeezed her hand, locking the secret between them, and stood up to let her get back to her reading and to find the book he had come here looking for in the first place. “Cass? I’ve got a favor to ask. It’s kind of a big one.”
“Something wrong, Buck?”
“No. Just something that’s been on my mind since he left.” He mulled over the words for a moment. “He’s got a big heart. Does a good job at hiding it. I’ve been doing my best to protect it since the day I met him but if something happens to me up there…”
“You don’t even need to ask, Gale.” She would be his armor. Protect John Egan the way her soul had told her she should from the second she laid eyes on him. Had recognized the purity within him and felt the need to protect it. Cassandra Ann Cooper had been gone for John Egan the moment he stepped foot in England.
Gale nodded in appreciation. “I’ll see you at dinner tonight.” He walked to a shelf out of her sightline and Cass sighed deeply. She had faced down some scary people. But that interaction had her stomach in more knots than any of them. She had met, and talked to, and hadn’t made a fool of herself in front of, Major Gale Cleven. Cass smiled. John was going to be so happy when he found out.
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The man in question was having a bit of a devious streak. Decided he was going to be early to pick up Cass instead of simply on time. Decided, after five minutes of waiting, that it had been too long since he last kissed her. Mary rolled her eyes when he came strolling in, thinking better of it when she opened her mouth to ask what he was up to.
“Mary, I swear if Major Egan is early, tell him I’m not ready.” He smiled as he heard Cass answer his knock.
“Too late, Spook. Let me in so I can see whatever potions you're brewing to look so goddamn beautiful.”
“Are you calling me a witch?” Her voice was closer this time. John pressed his palm to the door where he imagined hers was.
“I miss your face,” he provided simply.
“I have curlers in my hair.” Her mother had never let her father see her with her curlers in. Even after thirty or so years of marriage. Told Cass it took away the allure of femininity.
“Good. I’ve been imagining what you might look like in my bed in the morning-” He almost fell through the door when she opened it, her fist around his tie and all confidence choking off in his throat.
“No remarks like that in the hallway where anyone can hear you.” Cass sat back down at her vanity for the finishing touches of mascara and powder.
“Afraid they won’t find you so spooky anymore?” There weren’t too many artifacts of her life for him to look at. Photos of what she presumed were her parents and her siblings. A pile of letters with a return address in South Carolina. A jewelry box on top of her dresser.
“I don’t mind the nickname. I never had one growing up.” John stopped to admire her in the mirror as she pulled the curlers from her hair. He swallowed. It did look like he imagined she would be waking up next to him. How she would be after spending the night letting him worship her.
“Hey, wait on that for a second.” Cass put the tube of lipstick down and looked at him with a question across her brow. “Don’t want to mess it up when I kiss you.” She smiled and crooked her finger to beckon him forward, standing on her vanity chair as he got closer.
“So handsome,” she sighed as she took the opportunity of her newfound height to really take him in. She knows he would disagree but Cass found something ethereally beautiful about John Egan. The slope of his nose and the angles of his cheeks. The soft hair on his upper lip that she had found such joy in kissing.
“I’m glad you think so.” He started with just a quick peck, enjoying the look of annoyance on her face.
“That’s not worth holding up my lipstick application for.” John took that as a challenge. He felt guilty for only a second as he tangled his fingers into the curls at the back of her head and held her steady. John was trying to be mindful of the healing cut on her lip but she was pushing herself closer and closer and he had no choice but to give her more and more. It wasn’t slow. It was a spark spinning itself into a fire. An ember catching fire on all the things around it. He was a man starved for her oasis. She was a girl all too eager to tantalize him in the desert.
John slid his arms to wrap tightly around her waist, lifting her against his body and turning so her back was against the wall. Instinctually, she wrapped her legs around his waist and gasped into his mouth at the sensation. “Fuck, Cass.”
“John, we have to slow down.” She was enjoying his lips that had moved to her throat all much. Was so flushed with desire for him that beads of sweat were collecting in her collarbone. Cass unwrapped her legs from around his waist and John smiled with pride when her knees buckled ever so slightly.
“You’re right. Do this the right way. The slow way.” He straightened his tie and bent down when Cass reached up to fix his hair.
“Doesn’t have to be slow forever. Sir.” She knew exactly what she was doing when she said it. Relished in the way it made his eyes darken with lust again immediately. “We’re going to be late to dinner. And I already made a literally bloody first impression with Gale.”
“Come to think of it,” he noted as she expertly coated the red pigment around her lips, “it might’ve been more fun to try and kiss it off of you, Lieutenant.”
“There’s always later.”
He watched her hips sway to the Jeep, held her hand while he drove and smiled so wide it hurt when she slid across the bench and kissed his cheek. It all felt so normal. Felt like he was back home taking a girl to a movie and milkshakes on a Friday night. Felt like being with her was exactly where he was meant to be.
“Before you ask, no, we are not going back to the pub tonight.”
“Oh?” she asked as they drove right past. “Our memories from the other night incapable of being topped?”
“Just thought we would meet him somewhere nicer. This little bistro up the way a little bit.”
“John Egan, are you nervous?”
“Maybe.” She laughed but snuggled into his side.
“It’s very sweet that you love Gale so much.”
“Don’t tell him. I’ve got a reputation to uphold.” Cass thought back to her conversation with Gale in the library. About the mushy heart right behind the very ribcage her cheek was resting against.
“You know, I’ve been told I’m good at keeping secrets.”
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Gale watched from the window by the table as John’s Jeep pulled into view, smiling to himself as Cass held his friend’s and kissed him. Stayed close to whisper reassuring words and knock his nose against hers to seal the promise.
“Bucky you lucky son of a bitch,” he muttered. They held hands as they walked in and when she let go to shake Gale’s hand, firmer this time as the sling hadn’t gone with her dress, John had kept his hand on the small of her back. Looking back on it, Gale doesn’t think there was a moment the whole night they weren’t touching.
“Cass, this is the best man I’ve ever met, Major Gale Cleven. But I call him Buck.”
“Gave everyone else no choice but to call me Buck, too.” John pulled her chair out for her and pushed it in, sitting straight as a rod in his own until her arm locked around his comfortably. He visibly relaxed and kissed her forehead when she offered it.
The conversation flowed smoothly, John none the wiser the two of them had already met. Buck had her giggled over stories of a younger Bucky, taking her back to their days when they were first learning to fly. She asked about Marge and John noticed the way her chin dropped into her hand and she watched Gale with adoration as he spoke about the woman he had loved since he was a child. And would love until the day they died.
“She sounds absolutely lovely, Gale.” Cass reached across the table and squeezed his hand when his gaze turned melancholy for a moment.
“If you’re crazy enough to see it through with this one,” his chin jutted towards John, “I’m sure you and Marge will be thick as thieves.”
“Hey! I’m not that bad of a guy,” he spoke around bites of his dinner.
“John, you’ve got a little…” Cass motioned to the corner of her mouth to signal a bit of sauce was lingering on his. Without even really thinking about it, she used the corner of her own cloth napkin to dab away the offense.
“Better?”
“Perfect.” Gale could lose his stomach with the sweetness. “Gentlemen, if you’ll excuse me to the powder room.” John stood as she left, watching her with a dazed smile on his face until Buck coughed.
“She’s something, Bucky. A real class act. Whip smart. Has you wrapped around her finger many times over.” John hummed around his sip of whiskey.
“I’ll keep wrapping myself around it as long as she’ll have me.”
“Yeah? I should tell you she’s too good for you.”
“You’d be right. I don’t deserve someone like her.” He swirled his glass pensively. “You know I love you and I love Marge and I love the little world you two build whenever you're together. I’ve always wanted that but kept getting in my own way. Chasing the immediate instead of being patient. Cass and I, it’s going fast because of this fucked world we live in. And I’m not getting in my own way because I’ve found a girl who won’t let me.”
“Watching you two, I think it’s real, John.”
“I think it is too,” he swallowed the lump in his throat. “We’ve got to make it through this thing, Buck. I came here with nothing to lose but now I’ve got something I couldn’t stand to.” There was something desperate in his eyes. The same look Gale had seen yesterday when he was fighting the officer to reach Cass.
“Feels nice to have someone to live for, doesn’t it?” he teased.
“Nice, scary, like I’m being mauled by Meatball.” They both laughed in spite of the truth. “You think she’s smitten with me?” Gale rolled his eyes.
“I do.” Bucky nodded.
“Good.” Cause he thinks he might love her.
“Sorry for the prolonged departure.” She came back with a smile, John standing and kissing her gently. “Major, I just reapplied that.”
“Couldn’t help myself.” Didn’t want to.
He watched her and Gale banter back and forth the rest of the night with a smile on his face. Cass was the first girl he was introducing to his best friend, wished it was under better circumstances. Wished he had met her somewhere the threat of not making it to tomorrow didn’t exist. That he could court her properly and take her to the drive in and canoeing on the lake by his parents house and listen to a ballgame on the radio in the summer. Wished he had the courage to tell her and Buck that he was scared of losing them both. That he had been up there once and would back up a hundred times more if it meant they could live in a safer world.
And one day, after all three of them had done their part to end this war, John will mention this dinner at Buck’s wedding. And Buck will mention it when John asks him to be their child’s Godfather. But they didn’t know what they would have to go through to get there. That John’s fear of losing them both will come true. And that he would almost lose himself in the process of getting them back.
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Be Somebody to Someone 1/4
You've lived your entire life in Forks, Washington without anyone paying too close attention to you. Then you befriend the new girl and suddenly you find yourself friends with the unexpected. And maybe even something more if a certain shapeshifter stops denying the Fates.
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Author's Note: If this receives 100 notes, I will post part two as soon as possible instead of waiting for next Friday. Happy reading!
Just so you know, reader indulges in edibles. I've never been high a day in my life, so everything in here is purely made up. Also, it's been a while since I've seen Twilight, so I forgot if Edward was "friendly" with Bella before Tyler nearly mowed her down.
For as long as you could remember, life in Forks was dull. The only time anything interesting happened was when the Cullens moved in from Alaska, but even at that they merely held your attention for a full day before you realized they preferred to keep to themselves. They were quite intimidating as well, but you learned to keep to yourself and focus elsewhere.
As the days turned into weeks, and the rumor mill ran rampant, the female population of Forks High seemed to become infatuated with the silent Cullen and Hale boys. It even got to the point that girls would ask you to switch seats so they could sit next to either Edward or Emmett, but you merely stared at them as you opened your textbook and sunk further into your seat. Unbeknownst to you at the time, that earned you an ounce of respect from the private siblings, even more so when students would try to rope you in to talking about the family. Since you sat next to a couple of them in class, everyone wanted to know if you learned anything about them, but you'd merely plug your ears with earbuds to tune them out.
The Cullen/Hale siblings ended up being quite the enigma- never speaking with anyone unless they were a teacher, but oftentimes you'd find class notes tucked under your textbook you'd never written, or answers whispered to you when the teacher caught you dozing in class. Alice and Emmett were the main culprits who found it in themselves to help you, also redirecting you in the hallways when you weren't paying attention to help you avoid knocking yourself on your ass. And every time that happened, you merely grinned or nodded to show your thanks, and then were on your way.
For a whole school year, you were the only student that part of the family acknowledged.
But then came Isabella Swan.
Sitting in the back of the classroom in Biology, you are able to see the way Edward reacts to the new girl. You also see the aftermath and how hurt she is.
"Hey Goose?" You dopily grin at her as you walk up to the desk she is still sitting at, slowly packing up her belongings. "Don't sweat Cullen's reaction. He and his siblings are- they're just- they tend to keep to themselves."
"Goose?" She frowns at you.
"Yeah. Your name's a bird or something, right?"
Her lips twitch in amusement. "It's Swan."
"Same thing." You shrug. "Anyway, I just thought I'd drop by and mention that thing about Edward. He and his siblings are all intimidating, but it's just who they are. Don't take it personally."
"T-Thanks."
As you're walking away, you hear Mike Newton ask, "What did stoner girl want?"
"Stoner girl?"
"YN YLN. That girl is always high, but no one's ever caught her smoking."
You chuckle to yourself, groaning a moment later when you hit your shoulder on the door jamb on the way out.
A week passes by before Bella Swan seeks you out, pulling out a chair across from you during lunch. You glance up from your tray of food, smile, and go back to ripping apart your chicken tenders before popping a piece into your mouth.
"Hey, Goose."
She huffs a laugh as she takes a seat, setting her tray down. "YN."
"How is Forks treating you?"
"It's okay." She takes a piece of cucumber off the top of her salad and pops it into her mouth. "Not a fan of the dreary weather, but I'll get used to it."
"Are you kidding me?" Your eyes widen dramatically, causing the pale girl to chuckle. "The weather is the best part! It's nap weather. It's my favorite."
Bella can only shake her head in amusement before trying to subtly glance over her shoulder at another table. The Cullen/Hale table, to be precise. "Hey YN, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
As Bella faces you yet again, she says, "It's just- out of everyone, you're most likely to give me some semblance of the truth rather than rumors you've heard."
"Okay," you drawl.
"Have you noticed anything weird about Edward and his family?"
You blink at her before glancing at the family in question, watching briefly as they pick at the food on their trays. "Yeah, I guess." You shrug. "I took note of some odd quirks and gene traits, but then I dropped it. To them, we might be odd so.." you trail off, ending the subject then and there. Bella flashes a tight smile in acceptance.
The two of you continue to make idle chit chat as you eat and she tells you a bit about living with her mom before deciding to move in with her dad. Then when asked why she's not sitting with her usual band of merry peers, you find out that Lauren and Mike are still as annoying as ever.
"Yeah, I never really cared for them," you tell her. "Angela is the only decent one out of the bunch. Jessica has her moments, but when her insecurities get in the way, she's just as bad as Lauren."
"You used to hang out with them?" Bella asks.
"In Junior High and the first year of high school," you admit. "Now.. now I'm just on my lonesome and perfectly content." Reaching into your backpack that had been sitting on the chair next to you, you pull out a baggie of gummy bears. "Want one?" You ask your apparent new friend.
As Bella reaches across the table, Edward Cullen pops up out of nowhere and takes a seat next to her. "Don't. It's cannabis."
Bella's hand freezes and you playfully wiggle your eyebrows. "Don't be scared, Goose. You'd have to eat a few before feeling any of the good effects." As she pulls her empty hand back, you shrug and pop a gummy into your own mouth before putting the baggie away. "Way to mess with a girl's fun, Cullen." He flashes you a grin which you return as you settle back in your seat. "So what brings you and your bronzed, perfectly coiffed hero hair to our table?"
"Can't I just want the company of two of my peers?"
"We've been going to school together for how long?" You ask, arching an eyebrow at him. "We both know the reason you're here and it's not for my company." His grin doesn't falter and Bella blushes while suddenly finding her food tray very interesting. You chuckle as you stand, picking up your backpack and pulling on the straps. Then collecting your tray in hand, you grin at them. "See you guys later."
"Don't eat anymore gummies!" Bella calls out.
You wave off her concern, knowing your limit perfectly well and try to figure out what snack you want from the vending machine so you could snack in class later on.
You continue on with your day in a relaxed haze, perfectly content to ignore anyone and everyone as you complete your school work and doze off at your desk. Though you tended to spend your school days a little high, none of it ever affected your grades. In fact, it helped you zone out your distracting peers and focus on your work.
Most of the time, at least.
At the end of the school day, you zip up your jacket and pull a beanie down over your head as you step outside. You're used to the walk home by now, but there were some days where you didn't quite enjoy it so much. Today, for example, was one of those days.
So as you near Bella's monstrous red truck, you're grateful when she waves you over and asks, "Are you walking home?"
"Yeah. My parents don't get off of work for a few more hours and all my siblings have lives of their own." You shrug. "I'm used to it."
"Oh." Bella glances around before saying, "If you want, I can give you a ride."
"Yeah?"
"Of course. It wouldn't be a problem."
"Then yeah." You smile at her. "Thanks, Goose."
"Don't mention it." She chuckles. "You can put your stuff in the passenger seat if you want."
Taking her up on your offer, you walk around her truck until you're at the passenger door. You open it up and set your bag on the seat, taking your time in opening it up to retrieve the bag of gummies once more before shoving the baggie into your jacket pocket. Then just as you slam the truck door shut, a blaring horn has your head snapping up.
Tyler Crowley's van is sliding on black ice right towards Bella's truck- towards Bella herself- and you can only watch on in horror as the events play out. Bella is frozen and the most you can do is stumble away from the truck right as the van hits where your friend was standing. But the strangest thing happens- a small gap being left exactly where Bella was standing while the rest of the van continues to slide before hitting the back of Bella's truck and coming to a stop.
Everyone's suddenly screaming and rushing towards the accident, and you startle when Edward pops up from the gap where Bella was last seen. He hops into the bed of her truck before hopping down on your side and you gulp, shaking your head in disbelief.
"Either I'm really stoned or you're stupidly fast."
Edward glances at you and you're surprised to see dark eyes instead of their usual golden. But again, you push that thought out of your head. The weirdness of the Cullens/Hales was not your business. "Are you okay?" He asks, voice rough.
"Yep. Not a scratch." You wave him off.
"Good. Make sure Bella gets to the hospital."
"Duh."
The school parking lot is complete chaos as everyone makes sure Bella and Tyler are okay. Then the sirens of an ambulance and a fire truck pierce the air, and then everyone's working on extracting both teens as safely as possible.
"I'm fine. I'm okay," Bella continuously tells the EMT's. "I don't need to go to the hospital."
But none of the adults pay her any attention and load her up in the back of the EMS.
By some miracle you get them to let you go with her and you keep her company on the way to the hospital. You manage to join her in the little cubicle they leave her in, sitting on the bed behind her as she anxiously awaits the arrival of her father and doctor.
"Stop jiggling your leg, Goose. I'm trying to nap back here."
Bella huffs a laugh. "Sorry. I just know my dad's going to make a big deal about this."
"Dude!" You exclaim, chuckling. "You were almost squashed like a bug. If I were you, I'd be downing gummy after gummy. And speaking of, I got some in my pocket if you wanna chill."
"No. I don't need to be high right now."
"Really? I'm seriously debating about popping another one or two, but I think I need a level head for when your dad gets here."
Bella grins over her shoulder at you, shaking her head. Then just as you start to relax once more, the curtain surrounding the bed is yanked open. You yelp, Bella snorts, and the Chief of Police freezes as he glances between you and his daughter.
"Bella, I am so sorry!" Tyler says once he has sight of the girl.
"You're damn right you're sorry," the Chief says. "You're lucky I don't take your license for this."
"Dad, it's fine. It was an accident."
"You could have died, Bells!"
"I didn't. I'm fine."
"I am so sorry, Mr. Swan, I-" the Chief suddenly pulls the curtain closed, cutting off Tyler.
Bella groans and you snort, and then the Chief is staring right at you. Your smile suddenly fades and you climb out of the bed. "Right. I should- I'm just gonna go and-"
Bella smiles as you shrink under her dad's gaze. "Thanks for keeping me company, YN."
"Don't mention it, Goose." Before you can exit the curtain-offed room, you say, "My bag's still in your truck. Mind if I just collect it Monday morning at school?"
"Yeah. That's fine."
You offer her one last smile before exiting the back of the emergency room, making your way down the clean and crisp hallways. As you turn one corner, you come across Edward and his sister Rosalie having a heated conversation.
Your eyes widen. "Sorry. Didn't mean to-"
"It's fine," Edward says. "I needed to speak with you anyway."
Rosalie casts you a wary glance before walking off, leaving you alone with her brother. Silence briefly lingers and you reach into your pocket, pulling out your edibles. "Gummy?"
"No."
You shrug and put them away. "So what's up?"
"I need to know what you think you saw back at the school."
You arch an eyebrow at him, slowly grinning, and he fidgets under your stare. "Look, man, whatever that was back there.. it's none of my business. As far as I'm concerned, I'm too stoned to be a liable witness. Bella's alive and that's all that matters."
"Seriously?" Edward frowns. "You're not curious?"
"Of course I'm curious," you muse, "but secrets are secrets for a reason. We're not friends, not really, and that's fine. But I do have a favor to ask."
Edward, who'd seem to relax at your words, suddenly tenses all over again. "What?"
"Can you give me a ride home? It's a long walk from here and I would rather get home before my parents do."
"Yeah. That's fine."
"Thanks." Walking side by side with Edward Cullen, you can't help but ask, "So how much trouble do you think I'll get into if I attempt to get the Chief's daughter high as a kite?"
He smirks as he keeps his face forward. "You really need to stop trying to get everyone high."
Over the next few days, you watch as Edward and Bella dance around each other. Some days they're happy and conversing with one another, and other days Edward is avoiding Bella and she wants to know why. She also hasn't let Edward's inhumane speed go, and every time she tries to drag you into that conversation you quickly remind her you were stoned and didn't know what it was that you saw.
And though you told Edward that his secret was a secret for a reason, and that you didn't care to find out what it was all about, he and his siblings seem to be more relaxed around you. Emmett especially took great joy in making you realize just how excellent their hearing was. And while you found it amusing and only added to your curiosity, you never voiced it. Nor did you speak about it with anyone else, something that the Cullen/Hale siblings came to appreciate.
Bella and Edward then became official, and all was good.
Rosalie obviously didn't like the girl, but the rest of the family seemed to take to her perfectly fine. The two of them were the talk of the school, and eventually you were too. They understood why the siblings spoke and interacted with Bella, but you were the odd one out. As far as everyone knew, all the siblings were dating each other, or Bella as in Edward's case, so no one knew why they accepted you into their exclusive little circle. Not even you knew, but you shrugged and accepted their appearances and conversations at your lunch table every now and then.
For a while, everything appears normal.
Until it isn't.
Bella and Edward had been the couple no one saw coming, but eventually came to accept, and then out of the blue the entire family just up and left. Bella was an absolute mess and you didn't think you were equipped to deal with the aftermath.
For months, Bella couldn't seem to leave her house and you weren't sure what to do. But you tried and tried to revive Bella 'Goose' Swan, and in doing so is what made Charlie Swan absolutely adore you.
Eventually there's a threat from Charlie that gives Bella a kick in the ass, and then she's calling you up to start hanging out again. You agree since she was the one with the vehicle and more often than not you found yourself in La Push to visit her friend Jacob Black.
After months of heartbreak, Jacob Black seems to bring your friend back to life a bit and you accept the weirdly obsessed boy into the fold. Especially when he accepts a gummy before Bella can warn him and the two of you spend the day scarfing down anything and everything edible in Bella's house.
You meet a few of Jacob's other friends, Quil and Embry, and both boys are immediately taken with you. Bella thinks it's absolutely hilarious, but you merely wave her off. It was adorable to watch them flirt.
But eventually, something else happens that you're not really privy to and Jacob seems to abandon both you and Bella. His words hit Bella a lot harder, especially after Edward's sudden disappearance, but you merely sigh when he gives you the it's not you, it's me speech and then wish him well with whatever he's obviously going through.
This time, however, Bella isn't willing to let things go or even fall back into a depression. Now- now she's pissed and she's determined to figure out what's going on with Jacob.
So here you sit in the passenger seat to Bella's truck, mind already in a haze after having popped two edibles earlier that morning thinking you were going to have a relaxing day.
Bella's truck skids to a stop in front of Jacob's house and she jumps out almost as soon as the engine is cut. You sigh and slowly climb out, following her to the door where she's speaking to a man in a wheelchair. You wince as she pushes past him, stopping and standing a few feet in front of the house as the man glances at you.
"Hi," you tell him. "I'm really sorry about Goose. That girl is the most stubborn person I've ever met and I'm too tired to be scolding her."
"It's alright, dear. I'm Billy, Jacob's father."
"YN," you introduce yourself. Before anything else can be said, sounds of laughter and whistles pierce the air. You glance in the direction of the noise, spotting four shirtless males- one of whom you recognize; Embry- who are walking out of the woods. They're playfully roughhousing with one another and then Bella's suddenly flying out of the house and marching in their direction. "Aw shit."
"Stop her," Billy urges.
"Goose, come on. Don't do this," you say as you chase after her.
"What did you do?" You hear her yell, advancing on three of the snickering boys. When they spot Bella, their amusement slowly vanishes. "What did you do?!" She asks again as she shoves one of them.
"Hey!" A man yells back, putting himself between Bella and the three boys as one leans towards her.
"What did you do to him?" She asks again.
"Goose," you sigh, shaking your head. You catch Embry's gaze and he grins at you, a grin which you return. "Come on, man. Let's just go." You reach for her arm, only for her to yank out of your grip.
"Easy," the one in charge says again, glancing between the two of you.
"He didn't want this!" She says.
One of the boys pushes up behind the one in charge, grin malicious. "What did we do? What did he do? What'd he tell you?"
"Both of you calm down," the mediator says. The one guy trying to get at Bella steps around his friend, ending up practically chest to chest with her.
"Nothing. He tells me nothing because he's scared of you."
The three boys start to chuckle and you step back with a groan when you see Bella rear her arm back. She punches the main culprit antagonizing her across the face and he whips his face back towards her, the seething anger now very much obvious.
"Paul, calm down!"
"Too late now," one of the boys muses.
Rolling your eyes, you step aside until you're by the only other person you know. "You're such an idiot, Goose."
"Bella, get back!"
The one they called Paul starts to huff and puff, his body pretty much vibrating in his anger. Then he starts to growl and your brow furrows in confusion, and then he is literally exploding out of his clothes and skin as he turns into a giant ferocious wolf.
Startled, you trip on your own two feet as you try to step back again, and fall on your butt.
"Bella! YN!" At the shout, you see Jacob running out of his house.
Bella, who had also fallen onto her butt, scrambles back up and starts to run back towards the house. "Run! Jake, run!"
Jacob jumps, exploding into a wolf as well. Your eyes widen, but you end up snorting as the wolves attack one another before disappearing into the woods.
"Survival 101 taught that girl nothing," you mumble when the drama is over with. Hearing a snort, you glance up to see Embry offering you a hand up. You take it. "Everyone knows you don't run from a predator. That only heightens their urge to give into the chase."
"You're taking this oddly well," the man in charge says.
Clearing your jeans and hands of any debris, you lazily smile at the man. "YN YLN. And I'm really high right now so the only urge I have is the urge to pet the giant doggo."
The three remaining males chuckle. "Sam Uley. Alpha," the one who had been in charge says.
"Cool."
Sam can only shake his head and then sighs when he stares at a dumbstruck Bella. "Boys, get the girls to Emily's. I'll track down Jacob and Paul, and meet you there."
As soon as Sam races off to go find the others, Embry introduces you to Jared. He's happy to meet you, especially your laid back attitude towards everything you've just witnessed. Embry then collects Bella and leads her back towards her truck, letting you and her jump into the cab while he offers to drive to Emily's. Then as soon as Jared jumps into the bed of the truck, you're off.
The wooden house Embry parks in front of isn't that far off from the beach and surrounded by the woods. It's small and quaint and a house you could see yourself living in, especially if it were close to the beach.
Bella mentions checking on Jacob, but Embry tells her that he'll be fine. He and Jared then quickly start betting about who'll be injured- either Paul or Jacob- and then Jared's laughing as he hops up the porch.
"Hey, about Emily," Embry suddenly says, "don't stare. It bugs Sam."
"Why would we stare?" Bella asks, but Embry merely smiles before hopping up the porch and inside the house.
When Bella hesitates, you sigh and sling an arm around her shoulders. "Come on. You made your bed, now it's time to lie in it. Let's go."
As you and Bella make your way inside the house, Jared and Embry are already seated at a table. There's a woman by a bar counter with her back towards you and when she turns, she hesitates. And while the three of you are staring at one another, you quickly realize why Embry said not to stare.
The woman has scars down the right side of her face, from her hairline down to her chin. "Who's this?"
You smile at her.
"Bella Swan and YN YLN," Embry says.
"I'm YN. She's Bella," you say.
The woman- Emily- smiles at you before setting her gaze on Bella. "So you're the vampire girl." She turns to continue plating a platter of muffins.
You tense and glance at Bella. "Vampire?"
Your friend fidgets nervously before stepping out from under your arm, heading towards the table. You arch an eyebrow at her and head towards the table as well. "So you're the wolf girl," Bella says instead.
Emily chuckles. "I guess so." She picks up the platter of muffins and takes them to the table. "Well I'm engaged to one."
"No way!" You exclaim. "The sex must be phenomenal."
Embry chokes on the muffin he'd just bitten into and Jared freezes as he's reaching for his own. Emily's eyes widen, though you can see the amusement dancing in her expression, and Bella is beet red. "YN! You can't say stuff like that."
"What? We're all adults." You glance at Jared and Embry. "Well, mostly."
Emily finally laughs and the boys relax, her hand shooting out to catch Jared's wrist as he finally takes hold of a muffin. "Save some for your brothers." She then leans back to shove both boys by their shoulders. "And ladies first." Emily then glances at you and Bella again. "Muffin?"
"Don't mind if I do." You step forward to take a seat at the table, reaching for a muffin to happily bite into.
Bella takes a little bit longer to accept, and when she does she merely picks at hers as she continues to stand.
"Leave it to Jacob to find a way around Sam's gag order," Emily says.
"He.. didn't say anything to me." Bella fidgets.
"That's a wolf thing," Embry explains. "Alpha's orders. You gotta obey whether you want to or not. Oh and check it out- we can hear each other's thoughts."
"Would you shut up," Jared tells Embry, before looking at you and Bella. "These are trade secrets, dammit! These chicks run with vampires."
You frown. "What?"
"You can't really run with vampires," Bella says. "Because they're fast."
"Yeah? Well we're faster. Freaked out yet?"
"You're not the first monsters I met."
"Hold the fuck on," you finally say. "Vampires are real? Who are the vampires?!"
Embry, Jared and Emily go quiet, and all eyes dart to Bella. You turn around in your seat to look up at your friend. "You, uh, you never wanted to know," she mumbles.
It takes a second for her words to sink in and your mind to catch up, and then when you connect the dots, you bark out a laugh. "Edward and his family? Seriously?!"
"Jake's right. You girls are good with weird." Sam walks in, grinning as he makes a beeline for Emily. When she's in his arms, they share a chaste kiss before he starts to press kisses all over her scars.
"D'aww. Cute," you utter. And then when all gazes are on you, you shrug and get back on topic. "To be fair, I never knew I was associating with vampires, so you can't hold that against me. I just knew the family was odd, but I didn't want to know their secret because I like a mostly drama-free life."
"Yet you showed up with Bella to confront Jacob?" Embry asks.
"I'm easily manipulated when I'm under the influence," you say. Then looking back at Bella, you smirk. "So you were bangin' Nosferatu, huh? That must've been fun."
"W-We didn't!" She stammers as the group laughs.
"No?" You frown. "Not even once?" Bella shakes her head. "How are we even friends? If I was dating a vampire or a werewolf, I'd have slipped between the sheets with them immediately," you admit. "You know, for science."
"Well when you put it that way.."
"No." You immediately shoot Jared down which makes Embry explode with laughter. Even Sam and Emily smile at Jared's put out expression.
The screen door opening catches everyone's attention, and Paul and Jacob step inside in the best of moods. Jacob stays by the door and you situate yourself correctly in your seat once more, not paying attention as the one they called Paul pulls out the chair next to you. You do, however, hear him apologize to Bella before she walks off towards Jacob.
"Hey Paul, this is YN," Embry says. "Met her a while back. She's cool."
You turn to Paul just as he turns towards you, gazes clashing. You feel your breath hitch as Paul freezes, eyes subtly widening before his expression goes slack. You offer him a shaky smile. "H-Hey." You break the stare, only to find everyone else staring at you in surprise. "What?"
"Nothing," Sam immediately blurts.
You narrow your eyes at the man before shrugging and take a bite out of your muffin once more. Schooling your features into indifference, Paul suddenly pushes away from the table and marches outside.
"Don't worry about him," Embry says, watching his friend go. "That's just the way Paul is."
"He's a real charmer, huh?" You nervously chuckle. Then attempting to put the snub out of your mind, you say, "Emily, I'm sorry but I'm pretty sure you're gonna have an intruder every weekend from now on."
"An intruder?" She frowns.
"Yeah. Me." You take another bite of the muffin and groan. "These are so good."
Slowly, but surely the group all chuckle..
"Are you sure it's just not the munchies talking?" Embry teases.
"Could be." You shrug. "But I'm willing to continue testing that theory out if it means I get all the baked goods."
"Well I'm here everyday," Emily tells you. "I wouldn't mind the company."
"Yes! We need to exchange numbers so when I find a ride, I'll call to make sure it's alright to come over."
Emily smiles and immediately gets up to grab a pen and a pad of paper. Sam watches fondly as Emily writes down her number before ripping the paper and giving it to you. You accept it before taking the pad for yourself to write your own number and then pass it to her so she'll have your number as well.
The screen door creaks open and you glance over at it to see Bella. "Hey, we should head back to Forks."
"Yeah. Of course." Turning back to the table, you smile at its occupants. "Emily, thanks for the muffins."
"You're welcome."
"Boys, thanks for the entertainment."
"Anytime," Sam muses.
They all get up to watch as you join Bella and Jacob outside. Leaning into Jacob's side on the way to the truck, you ask, "So what will it take for you to turn into the doggo again and let me cuddle you?"
Jacob laughs as Bella shakes her head. "Get in the truck, YN."
To be continued..
#paul x reader#paul lahote x reader#paul lahote imagine#twilight imagine#paul lahote#bella swan#edward cullen#emily young#twilight#new moon
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Hantengu Clones Music Taste Headcanons
Just what I personally feel they would listen too + how they would sing along/react to you catching them singing
🔞 Some suggestive stuff mentioned on Karaku’s part (minors dni). Also vulgar language throughout and in the songs
Please enjoy.
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Sekido
Music Taste
Definitely angry breakup songs
Like for instance “Take what you want” and “Enemies” both by Post Malone
Also songs about people betraying or using others
Literally just any song with a meaning that he could relate to
He likes to listen to other people experiencing the same kind of emotions but in a more calm way compared to how he expresses them
If he listened to angry music that matched his unjust energy he would go blind in rage
So sticking to these “calm” sounds with opposite lyrics is the best for him
How He Would Sing Along
If he honestly even tried to remember the words that is
Would start off simply humming it at first
He would only start “singing” along if he’s alone
And by “singing” it’s more of a monotone speaking
It almost sounds as though he’s annoyed by the fact the song has him wasting his breath to it
Reaction To Being Caught
If it was during the time he was just humming to it he won’t make a big deal out of it
He’ll just turn up the music to purposely ignore you
But if you caught him during his attempt at “singing”
Be prepared for him to yell at you for sneaking around
💀 like Sekido, it’s your fault for not noticing them come into the room
He’s turning the music off entirely
Do not mention it to him. You’re getting an earful of him saying he wasn’t singing
Like ok Mister Gaslight 💀
Honorable Song Mentions
The album “Elsewhere” by Set it Off
“Slow Bloom” “Fomo” “Watching All Your Friends Get Rich” by The Home Team
“In My Room” Insane Clown Posse
“Punching Bag” Set It Off (a little less calm than the other ones mentioned)
Karaku
Imo bro is a whole ass whore
Like he listened to music he would refer to himself with
Like for instance “Naked” by Doja Cat
But literally any song by the Weekend
Like bro is a sex fiend/tease and his music taste would whole reflect that entirely
1000% RnB enjoyer 😫
Even though he has his tastes he really doesn’t mind so he’ll even listen to his brothers music or other genres entirely
How He Would Sing Along
Just mindlessly vibing along most times
But when he’s actively paying attention he is singing like he’s the one performing it
Even going as far to put emphasis into certain lyrics as well or playfully smirking/rolling his eyes to some lyrics
Keep in mind he can’t sing for shit 💀
Reaction To Being Caught
Would be a little caught off guard at first but gets over it quickly
He is now singing the song directly to you 🫵
As previously mentioned most of these songs have sexual undertones
You’re more than likely about to get eaten out to whatever song is playing 🤭
Honorable Song Mentions
“Kiss You More” and “Wine Pon You”Doja Cat
“Don’t Go” Justin Bieber, Don Toliver
“Cry Baby” Megan thee Stallion, Da Baby
“Awkward” Sza
“One Right Now” Weekend, Post Malone
“Scoop” Lil Nas X
Aizetsu
Just like with Sekido I believe he would listen to music with meanings that match his emotion but not entirely
Of course he wants music that matches his energy but not enough to make him start full on bawling his eyes out
“Ghost in Machine” by Sza would be a great example
This songs explains boredom, loneliness and wanting something more
All things I truly believe he relates to
The discography from the band Arctic Monkeys also gives him the greatest of ear worms
How He Would Sing Along
He has the best singing voice out of his brothers
Tries to keep his tone low enough so that no one can hear him
I’d imagine he would always have one earbud out of his ear just to make sure no one walks in on him
Reaction To Being Caught
He would make a little noise out of being startled
Immediately embarrassed
Tell him you enjoyed his singing and he will immediately brighten up
But then again would still be self conscious you heard him in the first place 😅
He shares his earbuds and enjoys the music with you 🤗
Honorable Song Mentions
“Soap” Melanie Martines
“Fireside” “505” “Do I Wanna Know” by Arctic Monkeys (Just to name a few)
“Shinunoga E-Wa” Kujii Kaze
“Okay” “Friends” “Empty” Chase Atlantic
“Lonely Boy” “Ghosting” “Farewell Neverland” and “0x1= Lovesong” all by Txt
Urogi
He 1000% wants music that matches his energy
Bro loves hyper pop and no one can tell me otherwise for instance “Spy” Whokilleddxix
LOUD LOUD LOUD MUSIC
It’s almost like he wants his ears to bleed like he does to others
I’m not kidding if he’s listening to music it has to be on full blast
How He Would Sing Along
He’s screaming his lungs out
Doesn’t even matter if he knows the words or not bros just screaming along
His voice will make your ears bleed (literally 🗿)
Reaction To Being Caught
Just going to ask you if you like the song being played
If not then he’s putting on something you both can enjoy
Loves jamming along with you
Please match his energy he will love you forever
Honorable Song Mentions
“So Bitter” Stxlkin
“Narcissistic Personality Disorder” Odetari
“Where’s My Juul” Full Tac
“Go (Xtayalive 2)” Kanii
“BrooklynBloodPop” SyKo
“Sex Obsession” Cade Clair
“Love Taste” Moe Shop
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A/N: Anyways lemme know what songs you think they would like or you associate with them. Sorry if this was ass, k bye
#kimestu no yaiba#demon slayer#demon slayer x reader#kny#kny fanart#kny x reader#hantengu#hantengu clone x reader#hantengu clones#sekido#sekido x reader#karaku#karaku x reader#karaku smut#aizetsu#aizetsu x reader#urogi#urogi x reader#headcanon#kny headcanons
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Hello hello
I was wondering if you would write something with the reader is apart of 141 and is such a badass on the field and seems fearless but is absolutely terrified of bugs😂 (it’s me, I’m terrified of bugs)
A/N: I’m the exact same way anon. I’m all like “I’m such a badass I’d be fine in a war” and then one (1) singular cockroach would fly at me and I’d piss and shit myself simultaneously before passing out from fear. Also hope you don’t mind but I decided to make this with more of a headcannon format despite my love of oneshots.
Platonic!141 x gn!reader
Content: Military inaccuracies, cussing, Spiders, reader has panic attack, boys being sweet, and soap being a menace (still love him though)
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You manage to hold in your fear of bugs in the field, adrenaline, training, and a hefty dose of dissociation all mixing together to provide you with the perfect cocktail to temporarily stamp down your phobia. However outside of the field you are still terrified of them, you just try your best to hide it, all to aware of how embarrassing the fact that a trained killing machine can’t handle a tiny insect is.
Thankfully you’d managed for the most part, simply making up an excuse when a bug would enter a room, or slamming a cup over it and leaving it for someone else to deal with. However after a while, it seems your luck had started to run out.
It was the morning after a particularly tiring mission, you’d had gotten in late and by the time you had completed debrief and all other post-mission duties it was almost 3:00 am, with roll call at 6.
To say that everyone was exhausted was an understatement, a severe one, but you all were nothing if not disciplined. And so here you were at 5:45, your PT uniform on, and a cup of coffee sitting in front of you on the cafeteria table.
You take a sip, your nose scrunching at the bitter taste as you force it down your throat. You desperately needed the caffeine however, so you make yourself drink it as you try not to fall asleep on the table in front of you.
You barely notice Soap and Gaz walking in, you probably would’ve completely disregarded them if it weren’t for their half-hearted bickering about one thing or another. You watch them as they move about the cafeteria, picking up various breakfast foods.
You barely acknowledge them as they sit across from you, continuing to sip your coffee half-heartedly. You have no idea how many times Soap had called your name, but it took him waving his hand in front of your face for him to get your attention.
“You alright hen?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed at you in concern.
You nod at him, trying your best to not fall asleep on the table.
You barely notice Gaz’s movements, but the thing he pointed out you couldn’t ignore, no matter how much you wanted to.
It was a relatively small critter in hindsight, but in the moment your weary and fear-laden brain hadn’t cared for that, only the fact that it had 8 legs and was about a centimeter away from your hand.
You shoot up with a screech of “DEAR FUCK” and send your styrofoam cup flying halfway across the cafeteria. Your reaction made Soap and Gaz shoot up out of their seats as well, looking at you with extreme concern and confusion.
You stand in the middle of the cafeteria blankly, eyes fixated on the creature who was transferring the cafeteria table at speeds spiders should not be allowed to reach.
Once you have come to your sense slightly you look around to see that everyone in the cafeteria is still staring at you with mixed looks of concern and confusion.
You decide to flee the scene.
It is only after you are out in the hallway, safely away from the object of your fear, that you realized your breathing was tight and panicked. It’s only once you’d slid to the floor with your back against a wall that you’d realized that Soap and Gaz followed you out of the cafeteria.
They crouch down in front of you, you can see their mouths moving and hear muffled word’s bouncing around your head but the sound of your rushing blood blocks out all outside sounds. You’re startled out of your thick daze by Soap grabbing your hand and placing it on his chest, right over his sternum.
You’re confused briefly, and try to pull back, but his grip holds firm and after a moment you realize the exaggerated deep breaths he is taking and try your best to copy them. It takes a few minutes of you following Soap’s breath patterns for yours to return to normal.
Once your breathing is stable and you can no longer hear your blood flow you tip you head back against the wall, the sturdy surface providing an excellent chance for you to ground yourself with. Soap and Gaz sit and watch you for a moment, and it’s only after you open your eyes to return their intense stares that they begin to speak.
“Are you alright?” Gaz asks lowly, you’re unsure when it happened but at some point he gently grabbed your other hand and started gently rubbing it with his thumb.
Your only answer is a slight nod and Gaz and Soap exchange a concerned glance. “What brought that on?” Soap asks softly, fingers still intertwined tightly with yours.
You wince and avert your eyes, you’re sure that you’re late to roll-call by this point and you really don’t want your only excuse to be that you had a panic attack thanks to a spider. You would absolutely never live that down. “Doesn’t matter, I’m fine now.” You grumble softly, moving to stand up.
Soap and Gaz stand with you, exchanging a concerned glance with each other as they do. “Hen, whatever it is it’s alright. We won’t make fun of you.” Soap says soothingly, placing a warm hand on your shoulder.
You wince, and roll your bottom lip between your teeth as you think. They might not make fun of you now? But later? Definitely. Your internal conflict is cut short when you look back up at them however, large concerned puppy dog eyes staring back at you. Damnit you’re weak.
“The spider.” You mumble out sheepishly, suddenly finding great interest in your shoes as you subconsciously back yourself towards the wall.
Gaz’s eyebrows furrow in confusion and Soap cocks his head like a confused puppy. “The spider?” Gaz asks slowly, like he’s trying to comprehend rocket science.
You exhale aggressively and scuff your feet against the floor. “The spider.” You confirm quietly.
Soap slings a heavy arm over your shoulders, practically dragging you down with the hefty amount of his body weight he puts on you. “Ey it’s alright hen, we’ve all got something we’re afraid of.”
“Like dogs.” Gaz quips, prompting a vicious glare from Soap as he giggles madly. Soap huff and lifts his arm from your shoulder to ruffle your hair playfully. “Say since we’re already late for rollcall, why don’t we just skip?”
You and Gaz simultaneously shoot him a confused look. “Price will kill us.” Gaz try’s to reason.
“No Price will kill me and hen. He would never dream of touching his golden boy.” Soap teases, moving to ruffle his hair before Gaz slaps it away with an indignant look.
You did end up skipping roll call that day in favor of napping in Soap’s room, and you did indeed have hell to pay when Price and Ghost found you all passed out, plenty of PT and toilet duty for a week.
You never told Price and Ghost about your fear of bugs, but you’re fairly certain Soap and Gaz let them know. There was a number of times when off-duty that you would notice a bug and before you could blink Price or Ghost were moving to take care of it for you.
Gaz was also extremely sweet when it came down to it, capturing bugs and taking them outside almost always. Soap was also a little shit, as usual. Capturing the bug and then chasing you with it, or assaulting you with it’s corpse. A quick threat to bring in several large dogs makes him shut up and take care of the insect however.
So yes, while you do suffer teasing about it occasionally, they would never make you face your fear alone. They’re your family after all. And family look out for one another.
#key writing#this took so long and yet was also so quick to write#I think it’s cause I kept starting and stopping#anyways sorry it took so long anon#141 x reader#cod mw2#soap mw2#mw2 x reader#price mw2#mw2 141#mw2 gaz#mw2 ghost#mw2022#call of duty modern warfare#modern warfare x reader#mw2 x you#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost x reader#simon riley cod#simon riley x you#ghost x reader#john soap mactavish#john soap mctavish x reader#soap x reader#kyle gaz garrick#gaz x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#john price x reader#john price
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You should probably stop giving these terf and tehm anons attention. They'll bother you less if they don't get the reaction they want out of you. I'd at least turn anon messages off so they can't be cowards and must speak from their main if they want to talk shit. In any case, putting those toads aside, I love your blog and work!
that’s normally what i would do, but since the point of this blog is to document and talk about that exact kind of shittiness, they’re actually just doing my work for me! and i’m not one to pass up an opportunity that’s so conveniently handed to me. it’s very rare that one of them actually gets to me (most of them just become running jokes between me and my boyfriend because they’re so ridiculous — that “where is your scrotum” anon is our current favorite) so i don’t mind letting them bring the post topics to me.
not to mention, if it’s not me that they send those things to, it’s inevitably going to be someone else because these are people who are just looking for a trans person to shit on. i know that i can handle them because i’ve had years of experience with it at this point, so i’d much rather have them give it to me than to someone who might be a lot more vulnerable to what they say. a lot of the messages are things that don’t really bother me at all but that have the potential to genuinely hurt a lot of other trans people, so i’m happy to make myself the easy target for it. i’d much rather it come to my inbox than to someone who isn’t able to just brush it off the way i’ve learned to.
i also just don’t want to turn anon off because i know a lot of people with genuine contributions aren’t comfortable with having their url attached to it (and who can blame them, with the way we get treated for having these conversations). it’s important to me that people can ask questions or talk about their experiences anonymously if that’s what they’re comfortable with.
#i do just delete them sometimes when they get tiring or repetitive#but mostly i just like to laugh at them and point out all the ways they’re wrong in the process#ask answered
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Hey! I wonder this so long since I’ve been reading all of your masterlist, what NBC Hannibal would do his s/o is someone as intelligent and manipulative as he is—or someone like Amy Dunne from Gone Girl? She’d draw lines in house, deliberately plays reversed psychology to him but loves all the toxic attention she get, wants Hannibal to see her as his equal and even would offer her own contributions for his killings. Would they be power couple or he wouldn’t like that idea because he’d lose the control over her? I’d like to see his reactions so much please let this happen 🤝
╰┈➤ Synopsis: Hannibal obsesses over someone who may be ⠀⠀⠀ just as clever as he. What will he do when she manages to ⠀⠀⠀ escape his grasp and reverse the power dynamic?
⠀⠀⠀✎ Notes: Hi anon!! Sorry this has taken so long, idk if you will ⠀⠀⠀ have seen but on my other posts I have let everyone know ⠀⠀⠀ I’ve just finished college. At the time of these reqs being ⠀⠀⠀ sent I was sitting my exams and completing assignments, ⠀⠀⠀ so I appreciate your patience very very much ~( ˘▾˘~) sorry ⠀⠀⠀ the ending seems a little rushed i was trying to fit ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ everything in T-T
TWS: Yandere tendencies, unhealthy relationship, kidnapping, one mention of SH, and implied murder and cannibalism.
Honestly one of the things that first attracted Hannibal to you when he first met you was your charm and intelligence.
He revelled in the sly look in your eyes, your calm demeanour, how calculated you seemed. He knew instantly he had some attraction to you.
As mentioned in my other Hannibal posts, I don’t believe Hannibal would kidnap his s/o straight away. I believe he would absolutely try to court them first and have them come to him willingly and blindly. This, however, is not going to work on you.
You can see through Hannibal’s dinner invitations, through his flirtatious comments, you knew deep down something was very off about Hannibal, something dark and cunning lingered deep within him, and you did not intend to be dragged deep down into that abyss.
You did, however, absolutely love the attention he gave you. How his eyes would darken slightly when you politely rejected his invitations to his home, yet brushed against his arm afterwards. You loved how his lips would tense slightly whenever you would flirt back, yet make yourself seem so unobtainable.
You absolutely fucking adored the power you had over him, you knew deep down in that dark corner of his mind he was begging to have you.
You felt empowered doing this. That was until one night, when loading up your car after work, a gloved hand clamped down on your mouth and a strong arm locked itself around your neck, suffocating you into unconsciousness.
When you awoke you found yourself in Hannibal’s home, laid down on his sofa. A glass of water and some painkillers on the table beside you, and behind them, stood Hannibal. Watching over you.
And thus began the games.
You did not attempt to escape for two months, you had to concoct a master plan, something so insanely intelligent it would leave Hannibal desperate for you back and immensely angry over your disappearance.
All whilst planning this escape, Hannibal was growing paranoid. He could tell by your sly eyes, your silence, that you were scheming something.
Eventually, you gained his trust. And he left you home alone.
Bad mistake.
In his absence, you managed to disable the cameras in his home without alerting him, you drew with chalk on the floor, strange symbols, knocked over chairs as if you’d been in a fight, and cut your arm to leave blood down the stairs and to the back door, which you’d lockpicked and left wide open.
You left out the front door, locking it behind yourself. You’d left the house in such a state it seemed as if you’d been taken by someone very, very bad.
You didn’t take Hannibal’s car or a taxi, you knew both were too risky, and so you walked to a far away drug store, buying supplies to fix your arm and some snacks. From there you hopped on a bus and enjoyed your freedom elsewhere. Completely in bliss from your master escape and how you’d managed to fool Hannibal.
Hannibal, however, was feeling a mixture of emotions. Rage, fear, and sickness. He took a look around the house and at first, believed someone had taken you.
But no, no you were too shrewd and strong to be taken by a stranger. You must have done this yourself.
Hannibal wastes no time tracking you, he follows a few trails of blood outside his house and gets the general idea of your direction, he then heads to the drugstore and is able to get information from the cashier.
It takes him a few hours but he finds you, and he is not happy.
Despite being caught, you do not feel fear, you feel excitement. The anger in his eyes, the fear he could’ve lost you, that darkness he pushed deep down slowly rising out of him, you’d got him in your hands completely.
You were dragged back home, he was not gentle with you. And when the doors were locked he pushed you against the staircase, gripping your throat and jawline with his large hand.
“What game do you think you are playing?” he hisses, the repressed darkness finally spilling out of him.
You smirk and stare into his shady eyes, leaning your head upwards so your lips are near his.
“Only the one you started.”
Dinner that evening was tense, with you staring down at Hannibal from the other end of the table innocently, drawing upon your fork as you push the meat into your mouth. Hannibal smirks at you as you eat only for you to smirk back.
“You think I don’t know?” You bluntly ask him. He frowns a little, “I would’ve killed them for you.”
#nbc hannibal#hannibal nbc#yandere hannibal#hannibal#hannibal lecter#hannibal headcanons#yandere hannibal headcanons#yandere hannibal x you#yandere hannibal x reader#gone girl#amy dunne
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finally. the long shadowpeach pride month fic. i honestly cant believe i managed to finish this on time.
anyways. welcome to the post s3 special fic where Wukong drags Macaque into helping him with his glamours. Oh, and also a few other things happen, but they’re not important. Probably.
TW: Panic Attacks, talk of scars and injuries
Word Count: 13.4k
Read on AO3
Macaque woke up that morning to the dawn shining through his curtains, the sounds of the city starting to wake up, the birds calling out the song of the day, and the horrifying realization that Sun Wukong was climbing in through his window.
“Oh good, you’re up.” Wukong said, casually, like he wasn’t literally breaking and entering into Macaque’s bedroom. “If you weren’t I was going to have to throw you into a nearby mountain. Saves me the energy I guess.”
Macaque continued to sit in his bed in complete and utter disbelief for another two seconds, slowly registering the situation.
“What the fuck are you doing in my house.” He deadpanned. Wukong didn’t seem to care about his less than stellar reaction to his grand appearance, instead choosing to investigate the room, Macaque watching in continuous disbelief and offense as Wukong opened one of his drawers and started rummaging through it. “Wh- hey- Wukong that’s my stuff-”
“The kid wants you to hang out with him and the others today, for some reason.” Wukong said, ignoring Macaque’s protests as he opened another drawer to dig through. “Something about going to a theater? I didn’t pay that much attention.”
“Same old Wukong, never paying attention to anything unless it involves himself.” Macaque sighed, before flopping backwards onto his bed, rolling over and pulling the covers over top of his head. “Tell MK I’m taking a rain check today, will ya? I’m not in the mood for him and his friends’ sickening optimism.”
“Oh come on now, I was told to fetch you no matter what, you know.”
Macaque felt a light tug on the edge of the blanket, and dug his claws into both it and the mattress below him.
It wasn’t enough to stop Wukong from yanking both the blanket and him off of the bed though.
Macaque let out a yelp as he slammed into the floor of his bedroom, Wukong whistling innocently, turning to investigate yet another drawer as Macaque untangled himself from the mess of blankets to glare up at him.
“You-”
“I’m sure it’s obvious you can’t take a rain check now.” Wukong interrupted, his hands pausing for a moment in the middle of rummaging before starting back up again. He wasn’t looking at Macaque. “You better get ready to go and hang out with them, or I will drag you there, even if you kick and yell.”
“...Yeah yeah, whatever.” Macaque huffed, slowly pulling himself to stand up, attempting to fix the crinkles in his pajamas, glad that he slept with his glamours over his scar on last night. He ran his fingers through his hair, reapplying the glamour over the white streaks that had started to break through from the glamour loosening as he slept, before lightly tracing his ears to turn the six into two. Just to be sure, he softly placed a hand over his scar, reapplying the glamour over it with slightly more strength.
Wukong had gone suspiciously silent.
Macaque blinked, glancing over. The Monkey King was no longer going through Macaque’s drawers, and was instead just standing there, slightly leaning up against it, staring at him. They held eye contact for a few seconds, and then Wukong shook his head as though ridding himself of a thought, and Macaque glanced down at the floor, subconsciously placing a glamour over top of the rest of his face as well to hide the purple flush. Wukong started heading back towards the window, easily walking around where Macaque stood.
“Well, I’d better head back to the mountain, MK’s going to come over for training later after he finishes hanging out with you and his friends, and I need to get a few more things ready. Plus, you know how the baby monkeys are like if I’m gone for too long-”
“Sun Wukong.”
“Hm?”
“Why are you trying to steal my makeup case?”
Wukong froze, one leg out the window. The sunrise shone behind him, illuminating him. The wind blew in through the open window, rustling both the curtains, as well as Wukong’s hair and fur, making him look almost otherworldly.
It didn’t change that he looked like he’d been caught in the act of stealing from the cookie jar though.
“I. Have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I can literally see it tucked into your side pocket.”
Wukong’s tail moved to cover the edges of the makeup case that weren’t hidden within the folds of his pocket. The two of them stood at a stalemate, maintaining eye contact, waiting to see who would be the first one to break.
“Peaches, your eyes are turning pink.”
Macaque smirked with victory as Wukong swore, breaking eye contact, but his expression slowly turned into one of horror as he watched Wukong reach up and forcibly pull down on something that to the normal eye was completely invisible.
“Holy shit- Don’t treat your magic like that you idiot-” Macaque stepped forwards and down into the shadows, popping up directly in front of Wukong and grabbing hold of his wrists. Wukong let out a noise of protest, about to break free- “Do you want to unleash all your magic and destroy everything within a 100 kilometer radius? Fuck your magic is all taut like a bowstring it’s a miracle it hasn’t snapped already-”
Wukong stopped struggling, blinking in confusion as Macaque led him over to sit on his bed, already in full magic analysis mode. Reaching up, Macaque grabbed hold of the magic around Wukong’s head, a lot more gently than Wukong himself had. Wukong shivered, the sensation weird, as Macaque’s unglamoured eye flashed purple, golden strings manifesting, most of them pulled tight and almost looking like they were starting to fray. Macaque tsked, seemingly not thinking too deeply about his actions as he ran his fingers along them, glowing purple magic swirling around his fingers as he fixed the fraying bits, before moving and slowly undoing the knots that were pulling them tight. Wukong didn’t protest, simply stunned at Macaque’s sudden amount of…gentleness and care.
“Your magic doesn’t work the way mine does.” Macaque said, mostly talking out loud to himself as he continued to work on the knots. Taking a moment to pause as Wukong’s glamours came down, before continuing his work, not commenting on it. “Mine is more loose, it waves and folds and easily bends around me to create perfect glamours. Yours, on the other hand, doesn’t bend as easily, it’s meant to be used for stiff bursts, offensive, forceful spells, and trying to make it bend to make glamours like mine isn’t good for it.”
“I know that.”
“Then why is your magic so out of whack right now then, oh Intelligent Stone Monkey?”
“Because I don’t have a choice.” Wukong hissed, “The kid can’t know I look like- like-”
“Like this?” Macaque asked, and twisted his own magic around himself to perfectly mirror the way Wukong looked at the moment. The small scar cutting through his eyebrow. The scar on his cheek. The burn marks around his deep red eyes. The freckles going over his cheeks and nose. The old and new singe marks in his fur.
Not to mention the blue streaks running through his hair.
Wukong blinked as he registered his own image before him, before his eyes narrowed as he growled, reaching out and smacking Macaque on the nose, knocking the disguise off of him. Macaque gave a little yelp, before sticking his tongue out at him. Wukong huffed.
“Stop doing that.” He said, crossing his arms as he looked away, his eye twitching as he felt Macaque get back to work on the magic threads. “...I know bending my magic isn’t good. I was going to start looking into other solutions…”
“Such as stealing my makeup kit?” Macaque asked, and Wukong’s tail moved back to once again cover the kit from Macaque’s view. “Please, I don’t think the stuff in there would’ve helped you hide all of this mess anyways.”
‘Mess’, as though Macaque wasn’t still maintaining that glamour to keep the purple blush on his face from being noticed. It was times like these that he was glad that Wukong’s golden vision couldn’t see through his glamours…
His glamours…
“If you want to hide this from the kid, your glamours aren’t gonna cut it.” He said, removing his hands from the threads of Wukong’s magic, finished with untangling them, letting them fade out of view again. “He has golden vision, remember? One look and he’ll see right through you.”
“Well- what would you suggest then? It’s not like I can just hide away from MK, he’ll just get suspicious and drag me out forcibly. I don’t really have many options here, if you haven’t noticed-”
“Let me do it.”
“Huh?”
“Your glamours. Let me do them.”
Wukong continued to stare at Macaque in disbelief, his brain seemingly shutting down as he tried to process the idea. Macaque rolled his eyes, moving forwards, and gently cupping Wukong’s face with his hand to start applying glamours to his face.
“Wait- hold on-” Wukong’s hand shot up to grab hold of Macaque’s wrist, stopping him in place. “How do I know you’re not gonna curse me-”
“Please. I just spent the past ten minutes touching your magic threads, y’know, the stuff connected to your soul? If I was going to place a curse on you I would’ve done so already.”
Wukong…seemed to accept that as a reasonable excuse, slowly letting go of Macaque’s wrist, but not without leveling Macaque with a suspicious glare. Macaque rolled his eyes.
(Even if he still really wanted to curse Wukong, he didn’t think he had the right magic level to do so now anyways. No, most of his own magic, outside of his own glamours, was going towards making sure he remained alive and well, currently. After losing the backup of the Lady Bone Demon’s magic, he wasn’t sure how much magic he could use before he would…
That didn’t matter. His magic would reform and rebuild to the point where he could use it without worrying about that anyways).
Letting out a breath, Macaque leaned forwards slightly, getting started on gently moving Wukong’s magic to create a glamour that even the best true vision could not see through, while being careful not to bend said magic in ways it wasn’t supposed to. He ran his thumb over Wukong’s cheek, the freckles and scar vanishing underneath of his touch. Tracing the freckles and burn marks on the rest of Wukong's face, he made them vanish similarly, before moving up to run his finger over Wukong’s eyebrow, removing that scar from view as well.
“Close your eyes.” He said, Wukong surprisingly still and obeying, as Macaque brushed his thumb over top of Wukong’s eyelids, sticking his tongue out slightly as he focused. “Open.”
When Wukong blinked his eyes open again, they were back to their false gold.
“Last one.” Macaque whispered, more to himself than anything, as he reached up and lightly pinched parts of Wukong’s hair, glamouring the blue streaks and singe marks away from view. Leaning back, he inspected his work, humming. “Anything else?”
For some reason, it took Wukong a moment to answer, and when he did so he did it non-verbally, simply holding up his tail so that Macaque could see it. There were similar streaks of blue and singe marks running through the fur. Macaque simply nodded, reaching out and running his hand along Wukong’s tail, glamouring it as well.
“Right.” Macaque said, “Okay. All done.”
Wukong was silent for a few more moments, before he shook his head, snapping himself out of whatever funk he’d been in, smirking up at Macaque.
“Do I not even get a mirror to make sure you didn’t horrifically ruin my beautiful face?”
“It can’t get more ruined than it already is.” Macaque bantered back, but still reached to the side and pulled a mirror out of one of the drawers Wukong had left open. “This good enough?”
Wukong made a non-commital noise as he took the mirror out of Macaque’s hands, inspecting the other’s handiwork. Macaque watched patiently as Wukong’s eyes flickered to a much brighter gold, checking to see how well the glamours held up in the face of true sight. He did a low whistle when he found he couldn’t see through it, and Macaque smirked, proud of himself.
(And no, his tail did not wag at receiving the smallest hint of praise from Wukong. It didn’t.)
“You really can’t see through this at all.” Wukong said, putting the mirror to the side, before staring at Macaque with an odd expression. The blush Macaque had almost forgotten about, hidden behind glamours as it was, started to return the longer the Monkey King stared at him. Getting slightly nervous, he started to shift from foot to foot.
“...What?” He eventually asked, “Why are you staring at me?”
“Ah- no reason.” Wukong said, breaking the eye contact, standing up, walking back over to the window. “Well- you have that whole hang out with the kid to get to, and I have to go get things ready for training, so-”
“Hold on one second-” Macaque said, once again making Wukong freeze with one leg out the window. “Just…that glamour isn’t the best. Your magic isn’t meant for it, I’ve done it as gently as I can, but the glamour itself could shatter very easily. I don’t really want to have to do this again, so try not to overdo it.”
“Please, when have I ever over done it.” Wukong laughed. Macaque leveled him with a Look he’d seen MK use when Wukong said something really stupid. Wukong winced, and, without another word, hopped down out of the window.
Macaque walked over, pulling the window shut, looking out, just barely able to see Wukong’s cloud getting further away in the distance.
It took another two hours before he realized Wukong had still taken his makeup kit.
-
“Time to wake up, buttercup!”
Was the yell that woke Macaque up in the early morning the next day, quickly followed by his blankets being torn off of him. Panicked, he jumped up, standing on his mattress in an attack position, ready to fight.
Wukong’s loud laughter snapped him out of that fast enough.
“Wh-” Macaque briefly glanced at Wukong, then at the closed (and locked) door and window. It didn’t look like either had been opened at all, so- “How did you-”
“Eh, don’t worry about it.” Wukong waved him off, stepping up onto the bed to stand in front of him, ignoring Macaque’s quiet complaint about him getting his mattress dirty with his shoes. “Anyways, I was wondering if you could maybe give my glamours just a little touch up.”
“What are you-” Macaque started, before blinking, finally seeing what he had missed in his earlier brief glance at Wukong. The blue streaks in the Monkey King’s hair had returned, and the freckles on his face were starting to reappear. “Seriously? Already?”
“It’s not my fault you didn’t clearly explain just how fragile this was.” Wukong huffed, ruffling his own hair. “The kid landing one hit was enough to make it crack. Thankfully the dust covered most of it up, so he didn’t see, but I can’t exactly fix it on my own, so.”
“I am not your personal makeup artist.” Macaque hissed, before groaning, rubbing his eye with one hand, all the tiredness that comes with waking up too early in the morning suddenly hitting him all at once. “Damn it- how fucking early is it anyways?”
“Eh, suns up.”
“That doesn’t answer my question, Wukong.”
“Anyways,” Wukong said, ignoring how Macaque was glaring at him. “Could you hurry up and fix this, please? Sandy needs me to go and hold his boat out of the water so that he can repaint the bottom.”
That brought forth the image of Wukong single handedly holding up an entire boat into Macaque’s brain, and he made a small noise, moving his hand away from his eye to cover more of his face instead as he quickly put a glamour to hide away his blush.
“Macaque? Come on, you’re not that mad that I woke you up, are you?” Wukong asked, leaning closer into Macaque’s personal space.
Well. The sooner he could get Wukong out of his house, the better.
Thinking only about wanting to get Wukong out of his room so that he could maybe get two to six more hours of sleep before actually having to start the day, Macaque quickly reached out and ran his fingers through Wukong’s hair, starting to glamour the blue streaks away.
Neither of them were expecting for Wukong to lean into the touch.
They both froze, Macaque’s fingers still in Wukong’s hair, only the tips still blue, but neither of them were paying attention as they stared at each other, Wukong with shock, Macaque with flustered confusion.
“Um.” Wukong’s eyes faded from gold to pink. Macaque tsked, pulling his hand out of Wukong’s hair, glamouring the final bits of the blue away, distracted by the colour change.
“You’re making more work for me.” He said, tired and irritated, not even bothering to tell Wukong to close his eyes as he placed a hand overtop of Wukong’s face, not caring enough to do it as slowly as he did last time, simply putting the glamour over Wukong’s face on all at once. “There, done, now leave me alone.”
“Wh- hey, there’s no way you did it that fast-” Wukong started, but got cut off as Macaque roughly shoved him back. Taken off guard, he stumbled back, tripping over one of the pillows and falling backwards off the bed. Macaque reached his hand out a few seconds too late, cringing at the sound of Wukong’s back slamming against the ground. Wukong slowly sat back up, rubbing his head, and Macaque winced as he saw that the knock against the ground had cracked the glamour again, leaving Wukong’s freckles entirely visible.
Well… It wasn’t the worst thing Wukong could be revealing about himself.
Macaque decided not to tell him.
“I can’t believe you pushed me.” Wukong said, standing up, for some reason avoiding eye contact. “Geez, if you want me out of here so bad, you could’ve just asked.”
He bent down, scooping up the blankets, gathering them into a little ball, before tossing them directly at Macaque’s head.
Macaque let out a muffled shriek as he was knocked back down onto the mattress.
By the time he managed to pull the tangle of blankets off of his head, Wukong was gone.
The window and door were still closed and locked.
“Seriously, how did he get in here…” He muttered, before fixing his blankets, laying back down on his side and pulling them over his head, letting his glamours down, the purple blush on his face now visible but slowly fading as he tried to calm himself down enough to try and get some more sleep.
In just ten minutes, his phone dinging with a new text message completely dashed that idea, and he groaned, rolling over, to see a new message from MK.
…How had the kid even gotten his phone number?
The message contained one word, “sunspots!” and a picture-
Macaque dropped his phone, his face reigniting in a purple blush that almost rivaled the gold one of the Wukong in the picture, who was trying to hide his very obvious looking freckles from the view of the camera, and, overall, succeeded in looking very cute.
There proceeded to be another ding as he got another message, a jumble of words-
And then MK was calling him.
Macaque stared at the screen for several seconds before he realized that he should maybe actually answer.
Hesitantly, he pressed the answer button.
And immediately had to lean back, his ears pressing against his head as the loud noise of arguing on the other side came through.
“Monkey King give me back my phone-”
“Macaque! I can’t believe you just let me leave like-”
“Why were you with Macaque anyways? Monkey King come on-”
“No reason- MK this is a talk for grown ups-”
“I’m 21 years old- what- did you two kiss or something??”
Macaque buried his face in his hands as Wukong’s flustered shriek made its way through the phone, before the click of the call being hung up rang through. Macaque was vaguely aware of his own tail smacking repeatedly against the side of the bed.
His phone dinged again.
~did you two actually kiss?? Monkey King won’t answer me~
Macaque was silent for a few seconds too long.
~hoLY SHIT DID YOU TWO ACTUALLY???~
Macaque grabbed his phone and quickly typed out a response before the misinformation could spread any further.
~NO!! FUCK NO- I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE YOU GOT THAT IDEA FROM~
~Awwww. :( i thought you’d finally acted on your crush on him~
Macaque blocked MK’s number.
-
MK found Macaque in the downtown market later that day, a hood over his head, his scarf pulled halfway up his face, keeping him almost entirely out of view as he stuck to the shadowed corners of the daily crowd, a basket of fruits and other foods he’d purchased from the vendors being carried by one arm. Slowly, MK left Pigsy’s side, sneaking up behind Macaque as quietly as he could, raising one hand, preparing to startle the monkey.
Only to get startled himself as Macaque spun around, knocking his hand away, and pointing a dagger made of shadows at MK’s throat.
“Kid!” Pigsy yelled, having noticed MK’s disappearance, and subsequently seeing MK with a knife at his throat. Macaque blinked, his ear flicking, before recognition lit up on his face, and the dagger vanished as Macaque’s position relaxed slightly, his hand moving to hold onto his other arm as Pigsy ran over to the two of them.
“You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that, bud.” Macaque said, turning to walk away, but got stopped, letting out a small choked noise as Pigsy grabbed hold of the back of his scarf.
“Not so fast.” He said, “What was that? You almost killed the kid!”
“He startled me!” Macaque protested, yelping when Pigsy pinched his arm. Waving his arm around in a way that clearly indicated he was searching for a good excuse, Macaque turned his scarf into shadows, stepping out of Pigsy’s reach, but turning around in order to be able to face him.
Pigsy glared at him.
“Being startled isn’t an excuse for pointing a knife at someone’s throat.” Pigsy said, gently grabbing onto MK’s arm and pulling him forwards to stand beside him, before resting a comforting hand on MK’s back. “Macaque, apologize to him.”
“Pigsy, it’s fine, I really did startle him-”
“I’m not apologizing for a little knife- I didn’t even cut-”
“Apologize.” Pigsy repeated, an undertone to his voice that made both Macaque and MK straighten their backs. MK relaxed slightly as Pigsy rubbed a comforting circle on his back, reassuring him that he wasn’t mad at him, but Macaque remained tense.
“...Fine.” He eventually said, crossing his arms, his basket lightly bumping into his side as he moved. “I’m….sorry.”
“Was that so hard?” Pigsy asked, and Macaque rolled his eyes, turning away again and starting to march off.
Pigsy and MK shared a look.
Within seconds, they had started walking too, matching their paces to Macaque. Macaque let out a low growl, but they ignored him, instead starting to talk to each other. Macaque kept his face in a scowl, but after a bit, his expression started to soften, as he started to tune out their conversation, focusing on getting his own shopping done, almost forgetting that the other two were there at all.
…Almost.
He was kinda forced to remember when MK bumped into his side, almost knocking him over.
“Woah- sorry!” MK said, though the slight smirk on his face made it seem like he wasn’t actually all that apologetic. “I wasn’t expecting you to slow down.”
Macaque glanced at him, and then looked away.
“What do you two want?” He finally asked, wanting to get rid of them so that he could continue his shopping in peace, thank you very much.
“Just following the Mama duck around.” MK joked, and upon the twin looks of confusion and befuddlement from both Macaque and Pigsy, laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, had the thought and couldn’t resist making the joke. Nah, we actually want to ask you about Monkey King.”
Macaque, unprepared for the mention of Sun Wukong and the sudden resurgence of the memories of that morning, did not glamour his face in time.
“Are you- are you blushing?” MK asked, laughter in his voice, Pigsy snickering as well as the purple colour on Macaque’s face darkened. “Wow, the phone call from this morning really messed you up, huh?”
“Shut up.” Macaque hissed, putting a hand over top of his face to glamour away the blush before he could incriminate himself any further. Taking a breath to try and compose himself slightly, he opened his mouth to speak-
“Did you just glamour away your blush?” Pigsy asked, and MK startled cackling as Macaque’s shoulders involuntarily hiked up to his ears. “Oh boy, you’re a lot worse off than MK thought.”
“Than MK thoug- did he tell all of you about his stupid little theory- never- never mind.” Macaque chewed the bottom of his lip, crossing his arms again so he wouldn’t have the urge to reach for the edge of his scarf, he decided to try and change the subject. “S-so, you wanted to ask me something about Monkey King?”
“Don’t think I’m forgetting about that so easily, sir.” MK said, “That’s going on the whiteboard.”
“The what-”
“Anyways, yes! We did want to ask you something about Monkey King!” MK continued, “Mainly about his secret freckles. Which we didn’t know existed until today. And he seemed to get very mad at you specifically when we pointed out that they were visible. So, uh. What gives?”
“Oh, that.” Macaque debated for a moment on whether or not he should answer. On the one hand, Wukong would probably be pissed if he did. On the other hand, it wasn’t like the Monkey King had made him swear to a vow of silence or anything… “Okay, I’ll tell you, but you have to promise you won’t tell him that I’m the one who told you, okay? I’m not intent on getting killed again any time soon.”
Pigsy raised a concerned eyebrow at the “killed again” comment, but MK brushed past it entirely.
“Of course! My lips are sealed!!! Now tell me.”
“Right. Okay. So. You know… my glamours, right?”
“Like the one you just used to hide your blush, yes.”
“Please forget about that completely.” Macaque hissed, before coughing awkwardly. “Um, anyways, so, Wukong uses some glamours too. He was uh, doing it wrong though, so I’ve been kinda…helping him. Not that I wanted to, he practically forced my hand into it, he broke into my room early this morning and everything. I just uh. Was so tired I forgot to do the freckles?”
“You were pissed off at him for waking you up so early so you didn’t glamour away his freckles, huh.” MK surmised, and Macaque awkwardly coughed again, avoiding eye contact. “Yeah. Thought so.”
“Well- I answered the question so- you happy now? Will you finally leave me be?” Macaque asked.
Pigsy and MK shared another glance.
“Well, actually, we were going this way anyways, gotta pick up some new supplies for the noodle shop and everything, y’know?” Pigsy said, and Macaque groaned.
Two hours later, when Macaque finally managed to get home, drop his groceries on the kitchen counter, and flopped onto his couch, letting out a bone tired sigh, his phone dinged. Groaning, he rolled over, digging in his pocket to pull his phone out.
A message from MK was what greeted him.
~I have other pictures of Monkey King’s sunspots if you want them, but they come at a price.~
Macaque squinted at the screen for a solid three minutes before responding.
~....i blocked u. how did u….~
~stole your phone then returned it when i bumped into you~
Macaque blinked. He didn’t know the kid knew how to do that.
His phone dinged with another message.
~anyways, are ya gonna take the deal or what?~
Macaque had to think about it for a moment. He could take the deal, despite not knowing what it was, and possibly suffer humiliation just to get some extra pictures of Wukong with freckles. Or, he could block MK’s number again, take a nap, and not receive any pictures of Wukong.
The amount of time it took for him to make his decision was embarrassingly short.
~done deal kid~
He didn’t have the time to possibly regret his decision before MK responded.
~great!!!! I’ll call ya with the price sometime this week, but for now, here~
…And maybe, hypothetically, if Macaque spent the ensuing hour and a half giggling and purring over the photos as his tail smacked lightly against the couch, he definitely would not be telling anyone.
-
Wukong had a problem.
He paced back and forth in the hallway outside his bedroom, debating pros and cons, pausing every few minutes to turn and look in the mirror that hung on the wall beside him.
It had been 3 days since he’d last gone to Macaque to get his glamours touched up, and subsequently had accidentally revealed his freckles to MK and the others.
(He still mentally cringed at how Mei had poked his face, double checking to see that they were real, before the playful teasing started. It was all friendly and nothing was really meant by it, and it was mostly compliments anyways, but Wukong hadn’t actually been actively complimented in… a while.
Was it a bad thing that he couldn’t remember the last time he got complimented before the past week?
…Probably.
But that wasn’t the issue here).
His glamours had slipped more since then, his eyes now seemingly permanently pink, even when not flustered, small bits of burn scars starting to appear around the corners of his eyes. Three streaks of blue had made their way back into his fur, and the scar mark from where Nezha’s spear had sliced him on the cheek had returned.
Wukong looked down at the makeup kit on the table, and let out a sigh.
Bending down and opening it up, he pulled out some concealer.
It wouldn’t be the best, but it would just have to do.
…The real problem here though, was what he should do about his hair and his eyes.
He knew that hair dye and coloured eye contacts existed, but he didn’t want to risk hair dye in case he fucked his hair up further, and with how easily his eyes got irritated, there was no way in hell that he was going to be putting coloured lenses in them.
But.. he couldn’t exactly avoid MK or the others. They expected him to actually hang out with them now, if he suddenly called a bunch of rain checks, they’d definitely get suspicious, especially now since his freckles had been revealed.
Which was exactly why he wasn’t going to Macaque. The shadow monkey had already betrayed him once, letting him walk out with his freckles fully visible, what if it happened again, with something even worse this time?
He wasn’t going to risk it.
An idea striking him, Wukong turned and scrambled to his closet. He only had about 15 minutes before MK would show up to fetch him to go and hang out with the others, so he might have been rushing. Just a little.
He’d just barely managed to find what he was looking for when there was a knock on the door.
“Monkey King! I’m here!”
“Ah- coming!” Wukong called, slamming the closet door shut, wincing as the wall beside it cracked a little, he’d have to fix that later, he turned and ran out to the living room, skidding to a stop just before he accidentally ran into MK. “So what’s the plan for the day- why are you staring at me.”
“Your freckles are gone.” MK noted, and Wukong’s easy going smile twisted into a more nervous one. “Did you go visit Macaque this morning?”
“Wh- I- No, of course not! Why would I?”
“Oh- nothing. What’s with the hat?”
Wukong’s fur bristled, as he reached up and pulled the brim of the hat lower to better cover his hair and shadow his eyes.
“It’s sunny out.” He said, avoiding eye contact. “Plus, it’s just in case we go somewhere with a lot of people. I don’t really want to get swarmed because I’m the Monkey King, y’know? Popularity has some drawbacks.”
MK hummed in a tone that indicated he didn’t fully believe him, and Wukong’s nervous smile arched higher, before he walked forwards, brushing past MK, giving him a quick pat on the shoulder.
“Anyways, the others are probably waiting for us, huh? What is the plan for the day?”
MK gave him another suspicious look, but moved to fall in time with Wukong’s step as they walked down the mountain. (Wukong could summon a cloud to take the both of them down to where Sandy’s boat was waiting for them, but he didn’t want to risk the possibility of accidentally blowing his hat off. He knew MK would make note of it, but as long as he could keep the kid distracted, it should be fine, right?).
“We’re going to the arcade.” MK said, putting his arms behind his head, seemingly choosing to just be silent and observe what Wukong did. Wukong didn’t know if that was better or worse than being called out. “There’s apparently a new game system there that Mei wants to test out.”
“Neat!” Wukong said- and then started rambling about the episode of the Monkey King animated series he had watched last night. He knew that MK knew he had watched the show several times, and that MK had as well, so really there was no new information being shared, but MK had a special interest in the show, and talking about it managed to dispel some of the suspicion in MK’s eyes and replace it with a spark of energy instead. The conversation managed to last all the way down the mountain, up until they were walking onto Sandy’s boat.
“‘Sup, Monkey King!” Mei yelled, jumping over the railing to greet the two of them, picking MK up in a hug and spinning him, before moving to do the same to Wukong. Ever since the dragon had accidentally found out about how touch-starved the Monkey King was (in a situation Wukong really didn’t want to think about but had involved Sandy surprising him with a hair ruffle and maybe a small amount of crying), she had made it a point to give him just as much affection as she gave MK.
Which of course, meant, in this situation, picking him up and spinning him around.
Wukong’s arms, pinned to his side by Mei’s own arms, didn’t even get the chance to move up to make sure the hat stayed in place.
Wukong tensed as the wind blew through his hair, out of the corner of his eye being able to see Sandy catch his hat with one hand. Mei stopped spinning, setting him down, and Wukong winced as she and MK looked over him with scrutiny.
“Are your eyes…pink?”
“Is your hair… blue?”
One of those questions was said with slightly more concern than the other. Wukong shielded his eyes from the two of them, reaching up with one hand to pull one of the streaks of blue down in front of his face so he could look at it with fake shock.
“Oh- wow, it really is blue!” He said, “Guess that colour changing spell really does work huh, the more you know!”
He brushed past the both of them and up onto the boat, gratefully taking his hat from Sandy, MK and Mei slowly following behind him, neither of them looking very impressed. Wukong was very aware that they could see through his bullshit lie, but he really didn’t want to address the subject.
…Maybe he should’ve given in and gone to Macaque that morning instead of stubbornly refusing to go see him.
Wukong walked over to lean against the railing of the ship as Sandy started them off moving towards the mainland, keeping his hand on top of his hat so that it wouldn’t blow away in the winds. MK and Mei joined him, one of them standing on both sides of him. Even though he was keeping his eyes on the water, he could very much feel their twin stares analyzing him.
“...Well? Aren’t you going to explain, Mr. King?” Mei asked, after a moment, “You know that we know that your colour changing spell excuse is absolute bullshit.”
Wukong didn’t answer, his tail swinging anxiously as he continued to stare down at the waves that lapped against the side of the ship.
MK’s hand settled onto Wukong’s shoulder.
“Monkey King.” He started, the incredibly serious tone to his voice making Wukong’s muscles visibly tense. “If you don’t tell us what’s up right now, I’m going to throw you off of this boat.”
The grip of MK’s hand strengthened, and Wukong was very aware of the fact that, even though MK tended to joke to lighten up serious moments, his successor was one hundred percent going to throw him off of the ship if he didn’t say something now.
“You seriously don’t need to worry about it kid-” Wukong cut himself off with a strangled noise as MK started to adjust his stance. “Wait- WAIT okay alright I’ll talk about it do not throw me off the boat I sink-”
MK’s stance relaxed slightly, but his hand remained on Wukong’s shoulder. On his other side, Mei snickered at his reaction, and Wukong tilted his head to glare at her, though it didn’t do much. The dragon girl wasn’t affected by Wukong’s attempts at intimidation at all.
“Well Mr. King? Go on.” She said, “Explain the pink eyes.”
“To be honest I’m more concerned about the blue hair.” MK said.
They both stared at Wukong expectedly.
Wukong pulled the brim of his hat down to shield his face from view.
“The pink eyes are natural… kinda. The blue streaks are…not.” He muttered. After a few seconds of silence, MK poked him in the side, prompting him to continue. Wukong pulled the hat down lower. “My eyes are… red. Being… possessed had…side effects…”
Both MK and Mei gave a shiver at the memory of Wukong being possessed, and Wukong cringed, slouching down a little. MK’s grip on his shoulder changed from jokingly threatening to comforting as he felt Wukong’s movement. Mei’s hand gently found it’s place on Wukong’s other shoulder, a soft warmth radiating off of it. Faintly, Wukong could hear Sandy start humming some song or other. He had no idea if the river demon was able to hear their current conversation, but the small song was somehow reassuring.
He let out a breath, relaxing slightly.
“...If your eyes are red, why are they pink now?” Mei asked, and Wukong tensed back up again.
“It’s because of the glamour right?” MK said, and Wukong lifted his head to look at him in shock.
“How did you know about-”
“Uh, lucky guess!” MK removed his hand from Wukong’s shoulder as he waved both arms around in a sort of nervous gesture that Wukong couldn’t help but feel was familiar. “But- yeah, you wear a glamour, right? It’s because it’s slipping a little that things are starting to come through.”
Well. MK was right, and Wukong let him know as such. But still… how did he know? Wukong had never brought up glamours around him before, and, even though he knew MK had read most of his legends and watched most adaptations of his story, his successor had never brought up glamours before either, not even to ask about learning how to do them.
Grip tightening against the railing, Wukong went back through the events of the past few days, trying to think of a moment where he might have slipped up-
“Did you go visit Macaque this morning?”
Wukong blinked, remembering MK’s comment when he’d first seen him.
Then slowly, he turned back to MK, who had started mimicking his position of leaning against the railing as he was conversing with Mei over top of Wukong’s head.
“MK.” He said, interrupting him mid-sentence about… some arcade game. Wukong hadn’t been paying attention. “Have you talked with Macaque recently?”
“What? No.” MK quickly denied, before leaning forwards, crossing his arms against his chest as he smirked. “Are you wearing makeup just to hide your freckles?”
Taken off guard by the sudden change in subject, Wukong leaned away, bumping into Mei, who took the opportunity to reach up and steal his hat away again. Startled, Wukong tried to lean backwards even further in an attempt to grab his hat again, and ended up losing his balance, flailing, Mei barely managing to step out of the way in time as he slammed down onto the deck, the breath getting knocked out of him from the shock. Mei knelt down beside him, observing his face, before licking her thumb and rubbing it against his cheek, Wukong still too shocked to even think of stopping her. She let out a hum, looking at where the makeup had smudged.
“Looks like you’re right MK, he is covering up his freckles.” She noted, and Wukong snapped back to reality as they both snickered. Growling, he pulled himself back up to stand, stubbornly refusing to look at either of them.
“Oh c’mon Monkey King, it’s just freckles.” MK said, placing an arm around Wukong’s shoulders. “It’s not like you’re hiding anything else, right?”
Wukong remained silent.
“...Right? Monkey King?”
Wukong continued to avoid both MK and Mei’s gazes, seeing the city start to appear on the horizon, estimating that they’d be about another 10 minutes before they’d pull into the docks. The wind felt nice blowing in his hair, and he debated how he would convince Mei to give him his hat back once they arrived on dry land, continuing to ignore the two friends as they continued to badger him about the makeup he was wearing.
…MK’s arm over his shoulders shifted.
And that was the only warning Wukong got before MK was tossing him into the water.
He was fished out by Mei before he could sink too far, but that didn’t stop the damage from being done.
Macaque’s makeup was not waterproof.
Shaking the water out of his fur, glaring at the two of them as he wrung water out of his clothes (Sandy assured him with a yell from his position of steering the boat that he had an extra set of clothes that would probably fit him in a box somewhere), it took the fact that neither MK nor Mei were laughing for Wukong to remember that little fact.
He moved his hand to cover the scar on his cheek.
He forgot about the burn marks around his eyes though.
“Did…. did I do that?” Mei asked, and it took Wukong almost a moment too long to realize what she was talking about as she shrank away from him and MK, taking a small step backwards. MK reached out to grab her hand before she could take another step back, running his thumb over her fingers reassuringly.
“Wh- no! This? No!” Wukong paused for a moment, trying to figure out how best to explain it. “These are from- they’re older, they’re-”
“From the furnace, right?” MK said, sounding a little bit resigned, even as Mei relaxed a bit more beside him. “The one you were trapped in?”
“Yeah. That.” Wukong said, fidgeting his hands, his tail swinging as a nervous smile appeared on his face. “Look, can we just…drop this conversation for now? Yeah, yes, let’s not talk about this, I’m going to go get some new clothes-”
Wukong walked off to go inside the ship, Mei and MK moving to the side to let him walk by.
“Don’t think we’re going to forget about this!” MK called, “If you’re hiding more stuff under those glamours, you should just tell us!”
Wukong winced.
The way Mei had backed away in fear at his appearance and at herself just moments before replayed in his mind as he remembered the more recent singe marks throughout his fur.
No. He wouldn’t be telling them about it anytime soon if he could help it.
For their sake. Not his.
-
It was barely another 3 days before Wukong encountered his next dilemma. More blue streaks had started showing through, which MK had thankfully not commented on when he came over for training. The cut through his eyebrow was starting to come through, although as of right now it simply looked like the hair there was thinning.
Wukong wasn’t deeply concerned with these. Not really. MK and the others already knew about them, for the most part. He definitely didn’t spend a lot of the previous night laying in his hammock, completely awake, worrying about it.
Definitely not.
…His red eyes had finally broken through the glamours, leaving them no longer pink. He wasn’t sure if the others had noticed that. Like with the other blue streaks appearing in his hair, there had been no comment about it.
He would admit he was a little worried about his eyes. People had called them scary before. Including Tripitaka. He’d started glamouring them to a softer gold for a reason, after all.
That wasn’t Wukong’s dilemma though.
Or, well, it was still part of it. But it wasn’t the biggest problem.
No, the biggest problem lay in the fact that when he had woken up that morning, he had discovered that the glamours over the singe marks in his fur were starting to break.
Wukong absolutely could not let the others see those marks.
He couldn’t.
He wouldn’t.
Standing in front of the mirror, Wukong let out a breath.
Carefully, he reached for his hair, trying to replicate the way Macaque had ran his fingers through it, bending the strings of magic to glamour away the burn marks. Vividly, the memory of leaning into Macaque’s touch came back into his mind, and he huffed, feeling flustered, choosing to ruffle his hair around instead of actually glamouring it, leaving his hair looking somewhat a mess.
Closing his eyes, Wukong tried to reapply his glamours the way he used to.
Something pulled, and Wukong let out a hiss, feeling like he’d just pulled a muscle. He dropped the glamours quickly, letting out a sigh of defeat.
There were no doubts about it then. He’d have to go visit Macaque soon, preferably before the next time MK came around for training.
Speaking of MK, Wukong’s phone picked that time to ding with a text message. Wukong reached over to pick it up, swiping it open to his messages, reading what MK had sent him.
And then he stiffened, still like a stone, his phone falling out of his hands, thankfully landing in the full laundry hamper instead of on the hard floor.
Screw seeing Macaque “soon”. He needed to see Macaque now.
Grabbing some looser clothes, pulling them on quickly, not caring that he still looked like a mess, Wukong grabbed his phone with his tail, leaping out his bathroom window, summoning his cloud and zooming to Macaque’s dojo, the wind rustling his hair, making his eyes water as it stung slightly, but he didn’t give himself a break to stop and rub them.
He barely avoided crashing through Macaque’s roof, only just remembering to stop in time and land gently so as to not create a hole. Walking over to the side of the roof, he carefully clambered until he was dangling upside down outside of Macaque’s window.
It was after eleven, so Macaque was sure to be up.
Wukong tried to push the window open.
…It made a clicking noise, and didn’t budge.
Locked.
Sun Wukong did not currently have time for locks.
He swung back, letting go of the rail he’d been dangling off of, spinning in mid air-
And slamming back, kicking Macaque’s window open.
There was a loud yell from inside the room, and Wukong winced, aware of the fact he’d probably just scared Macaque half to death, but this was important.
“Wukong- what the fuck! Why are you-” Macaque started, but Wukong cut him off, quickly walking over the shards of broken glass to grab hold of Macaque’s arms and stare directly into his eyes. “Hey- not so close-”
“Macaque. I need… your help.” Wukong forced out, before registering how close he’d put Macaque’s face to his, and immediately stepped back again, distracting himself and hiding the golden blush that had appeared on his face by starting to pull up the loose shirt he had quickly adorned before flying over, pulling it over his head.
Macaque let out a strangled sort of noise, but Wukong ignored it, instead fighting with the fabric as it got stuck for a moment on the back of his head, before he finally managed to pull it off. Letting the shirt fall to the floor below him, Wukong shook his hair out of his face, before finally looking back at Macaque, who was covering his own face with one hand.
“...Why are you doing that?” Wukong asked, and Macaque’s fur bristled as his hand fell down to rest by his side.
“No reason. Why did you take your stupid shirt off?” Macaque said, and Wukong refocused on the issue at hand.
“MK invited me to a pool party!” Wukong said, distress in his voice as he grabbed his phone out of his tail’s grip and shoved it into Macaque’s face, showing the invite in question. Macaque pushed the phone out of his face, leaning back.
“Congrats. That doesn’t explain shit.”
“Well look at me!”
Macaque, who up till this point had been solely making eye contact with Wukong, stumbled a bit as he took a step back, looking Wukong up and down before looking away. Clearly, he wasn’t getting the point.
The point of course, being that Wukong’s body was covered in scars. Scars he absolutely did not want the kid and the others to see.
Scars that Macaque was now currently very much avoiding looking at.
Wukong walked back over to him, grabbing hold of his wrist.
“Macaque, I need you to glamour me.”
Macaque startled again at that, finally meeting Wukong’s eyes again. He opened his mouth, and Wukong immediately knew that a “no” was coming.
He couldn’t afford “no”.
“Please, Macaque.” He said, making Macaque pause in the middle of forming words. “I can’t- they can’t know. They can’t.”
Macaque stared at him for an uncomfortably long minute, eventually breaking eye contact as he looked away with a sigh.
“Fine.” He said, “But you will be paying to fix my window.”
Wukong nodded, and then turned, walking over to Macaque’s bed, climbing up to kneel on it, wanting a comfortable place to rest, Macaque following him hesitantly.
“By the way.” Wukong said, making Macaque jump a little as he looked at him. “Did you tell MK about this whole glamouring thing?”
“What?! Of course not.” Macaque rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact. “I wouldn’t betray your trust like that.”
“Yes you would. Absolutely you would.” Wukong sighed, “How much did you tell him?”
“...Not much. Just that I was doing your glamours for you.” Macaque mumbled, then reached his hands out to hover over Wukong’s chest, before he pulled them back, rubbing at his wrists.
“WhEre-” His voice squeaked, and he coughed before trying to speak again. “Where do you want me to start?”
“...Scars first.” Wukong whispered, “Please.”
Nobody had ever looked at Wukong’s scars before, much less touched them. And considering how Macaque had glamoured away the marks on his face…
Macaque nodded, pausing for a moment to grip the edge of his scarf, bringing it up to his mouth to chew on it, hesitantly looking at Wukong out of the corner of his eyes as he did so, but Wukong made no comment about it, instead staring up at the ceiling, leaving Macaque to do his job however he wanted.
-
Macaque stared at the scars and marks that littered Wukong’s body, chewing thoughtfully as he decided which one to glamour first.
Carefully, he placed his hand over top of one that looked more recent, over top of Wukong’s stomach and side. It looked like it hadn’t healed properly the first time, or like it had been reopened by another fight. Or multiple other fights. In fact, it almost looked like it was still healing.
Macaque had a vague memory of kicking Wukong there when he attacked the airship.
Well… there wasn't much he could do about that now. His time of working under the Lady Bone Demon’s ivory chains was long over.
He moved his hands gently over top of the scars covering the rest of Wukong’s front, desperately focusing only on his task instead of the actual visuals in front of him, glad that Wukong had been too distracted with the fabric of his shirt getting stuck than to notice the blush that had ignited on Macaque’s face, giving him enough time to glamour it away. Macaque kept chewing his scarf as his hands flickered over a scar that looked like it had come from a sword, his ears twitching as Wukong let out shaky breaths a few times, a wobbly smile on his face (Macaque remembered the tickle fights they had when they were younger. But they weren’t close like that anymore), before moving around to do his back as well.
Macaque paused.
There were scars on Wukong’s back too, of course. Marks from where Erlang Shen stabbed him with a spear, marks left over from where the rocks had dug into Wukong’s back during his 500 years under the crushing weight of a mountain. Macaque expected those scars.
What he hadn’t expected where the bluish-white swirls, patterns that almost looked like frost, that covered Wukong’s back, in a way that almost mirrored the markings that covered the front of Macaque’s chest, a reminder of how the Lady Bone Demon had thrown more power into him, overloading him by force, blinding his mind to everything but one thing; salvation.
Macaque looked up to stare at the back of Wukong’s head.
Did…Wukong know these markings were here?
Macaque honestly had no idea.
His hands shook for a moment, almost scared to touch the markings, they looked almost… fragile. Like they would shatter if Macaque touched them. Or worse. Like they would make ice spread across his hand again, traveling up his arm and over his chest-
“Macaque?” Wukong’s voice held a note of concern in it, and Macaque realized he’d frozen for a moment too long. “Are you okay?”
“..Fine.” Macaque muttered, voice partially muffled from the scarf still held within his mouth. Before Wukong could say anything else, Macaque’s hand made contact with the Monkey King’s back, feeling his muscles stiffen underneath of his touch.
If Macaque was a bit more gentle with glamouring those marks, well, no-one would have to know. This was their little secret after all.
The scars glamoured away, Macaque went to work glamouring the blue streaks and burn marks threaded throughout the rest of Wukong’s fur.
“You uh. You don’t need to glamour away the freckles and scars on my face.” Wukong said, when Macaque started to move his hands up there. “The kids have already seen. You can um. Leave some of the blue streaks too. I’d…still like my eyes and burn marks glamoured though.”
Macaque rolled his eyes.
“I’m not your hairstylist or something like that y’know.” He said, letting his scarf fall out of his mouth so that he could talk clearly. “I told you that before, remember?”
“Yeah yeah.” Wukong huffed, “Just making sure you don’t glamour everything away and make the other’s more suspicious than they already are.”
Macaque clicked his tongue, before moving his hand to run through Wukong’s hair to glamour away the singe marks.
Wukong leaned into the touch, which at the least, this time they both partially expected and were ready for.
This time though, they were both surprised at the soft sound of Wukong purring.
A soft purr started up in Macaque’s own throat as well at the sound, but he got rid of it by coughing, Wukong doing a similar action, almost sounding like he was choking as he coughed to cover up the sound of the purr.
They both avoided eye contact for a few seconds afterwards before Macaque went back to work.
Macaque was close to being done, the two of them starting to space out a little in their own thoughts, when the phone rang, making both of them jump, their fur standing on end. Macaque quickly reached over and picked it up, answering as fast as he could to make the ringing stop.
“Hello?”
“Macaque? Why are you answering Monkey King’s phone?”
They both realized their mistake immediately.
Wukong quickly snatched his phone out of Macaque’s hand, laughing nervously into it.
“Macaque? Sorry bud, I don’t know what you’re talking about-”
“Monkey King? Are you with Macaque right now?”
“WhAt? Noooo, of course not, I’m on Flower Fruit Mountain, as usual, why would you even think of that?”
“Because I’m at Flower Fruit Mountain, and you’re not.”
“You’re a shit liar, Wukong.” Macaque muttered as Wukong stuttered, trying to find another reasonable excuse.
“ShhhhHHhhHhh!” Wukong hissed, but the phone still managed to pick up Macaque’s voice.
“You ARE with Macaque!”
“I’m not!” Wukong insisted, “You’re just- hearing things.”
“Where are you right now?”
“I’m- on my way back to the mountain?”
“I don’t hear any wind from your somersault cloud.”
“That’s- um-”
“You’re at Macaque’s dojo aren’t you. I’m coming there.”
“I’m not- ah shit he hung up.” Wukong stared at his phone in despair, before rounding on Macaque. “This is your fault!”
“Wh- How is it my fault?!”
“You’re the one who answered the phone!”
“Yeah, to shut it up, your shrill as hell ringtone was hurting my ears!” Macaque said, rubbing his ears with a wince to drive the point home. Wukong’s glare didn’t lessen, but his next sentence was said in a significantly quieter tone of voice.
“Why didn’t you just press ignore?!”
“I don’t know- instinct??? I was startled, Wukong. Why didn’t you answer the phone?”
“I was… busy. Focusing.”
“Focusing on what, I was the one doing all the work-”
Wukong’s face flushed slightly gold, and Macaque raised an eyebrow, about to comment on it-
“Why is the window broken?” MK’s voice rang out, making both monkeys freeze, as they slowly turned to see MK crouching on the windowsill. MK looked up from the shattered glass that lay scattered all over the floor, and, upon seeing the shirtless, blushing Wukong, as well as the slightly frazzled looking Macaque next to him, both of them sitting on Macaque’s bed, raised an eyebrow. “Am I interrupting something?”
“No!” Both monkeys shouted, at the same time, Macaque going as far as to shove Wukong away from him, Wukong flailing as he fell off the bed. Again. For the second time that month. Wukong scrambled upon impact, grabbing his shirt and hurriedly pulling it over his head. The shock from the impact and the entire situation had knocked his eyes back to pink.
“Are ya sure?” MK asked, pressing his cheek against the staff as he watched the two monkeys flail. “Because I just came to get ya for the pool party, if ya want I can wait another minute or two.”
“It’s fine!” Wukong’s voice squeaked, but he ignored it. “It’s- nothing was happening! I’m ready, let’s go.”
“Ah- hold on.” Macaque’s hand reached out, gently covering Wukong’s eyes for a moment, making the Monkey King pause mid-step. Slowly, he pulled his hand back, and Wukong blinked, his eyes back to the false gold. “There you go. Have fun at your little party.”
Wukong glanced worriedly at MK to see if he had noticed the glamour being put on, but his successor was busy typing…something onto his phone. Wukong let out a small relieved sigh, and started walking over to the window, MK looking up as he heard the sound of the glass cracking under Wukong’s feet.
“Y’know, you can come too if you wanna, Macaque.” MK said, shifting to the side so Wukong could climb up onto the windowsill with him. “Party’s open to anyone who wants to come.”
“Sorry, the sun’s a bit too bright for me.” Macaque said, a teasing tone in his voice that made Wukong’s fur bristle.
“Yeah, sure, and the moon’s light keeps me up at night.” Wukong snarked back, ignoring Macaque’s tsk as he jumped out the window and onto his cloud, MK quickly joining him, flying off in the direction of the beach.
“...Monkey King?” MK said, grabbing Wukong’s attention.
“Hm?”
“Your eyes are already pink again.”
“Fuck-”
-
It had been a long time since Macaque had gone to Flower Fruit Mountain.
He’d imagined scenarios that would bring him back there multiple times, never acting on any of them, but thinking of them occasionally and how he’d react in vivid detail. Some of said scenarios involved fighting Wukong.
Some of them involved just the opposite.
But still, none of the scenarios he’s imagined had involved MK pulling in his favor from when he’d sent Macaque those pictures of Wukong’s freckles to get Macaque to come to the mountain and help clean out Wukong’s treasure vault. Apparently, the group had initially all been on Flower Fruit Mountain to play some kind of game, but had switched gears after accidentally once again stumbling upon the mess that was Wukong’s treasure room, and after a good debate with Wukong about the state of it, had decided to clean it up a little.
Macaque double checked the text message to make sure it was really real. He even went as far as to turn his phone off and on a few times.
And then he dialed MK’s number.
“Hey Macaque- Monkey King, do NOT make that pile of stuff fall down just because you think it’s funny- TANG. DON’T THINK I DON’T SEE YOU ABOUT TO STEAL THOSE FIGURINES YOUNG MAN.”
“MK I’M OLDER THAN YOU-”
“Anyways Macaque are you on your way over yet?”
It sounded like absolute chaos. Macaque did not want to go.
But… He had promised to MK’s deal. And he may not always be the best demon, but he wasn’t going to outright break this promise.
Still, Macaque didn’t outright answer, instead letting out a tired sigh before hanging up as a loud clatter and yelling started coming through the phone. Running his hands through his hair, he double checked to make sure all his glamours were up, taking a few extra seconds to try and mentally prepare himself for the absolute hell he was about to walk into.
And then he stepped forwards and down into the shadows, reappearing outside of Wukong’s house on Flower Fruit Mountain. Immediately, his ears were overwhelmed with noise, the clanging of objects falling to the floor, as well as various shouts of anger and fear. They’d probably knocked over one of Wukong’s piles of stuff.
But that wasn’t what Macaque first focused on.
Instead, what caught his attention was the pain that came with using his magic, and he collapsed to one knee, panting, having not expected the overexertion from something as small as shadow travelling. He closed his eyes as he focused on steadying his breathing, glad that he had decided to appear in front of Wukong’s house instead of the actual treasure room, so that the others weren’t seeing this pathetic display.
Finally starting to calm his breathing, feeling the magic in his chest start to settle, Macaque slowly opened his eyes.
And was faced with the fact that his hand was fading.
Panic gripping him once more, Macaque instinctively shook his hand desperately, as though shaking it would make it come back into view.
It took a few more seconds for him to start thinking slightly logically. Taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly, Macaque released the glamour around his chest. He didn’t really need it, considering the clothes he wore covered it completely, so really it was just a waste of magic. He could feel the stress on the magic in his chest lessen slightly, and slowly, scaringly slowly, his hand faded back into view.
Macaque took a few minutes to breath, calming down, and making sure no other parts of him were starting to fade from view.
He also double checked to make sure that no part of his chest and the scars upon it was visible. He may have clothes over top of it, but he couldn’t help but be a little paranoid.
Another crash from the treasure room reminded him of why he was on the mountain in the first place.
Slowly standing up- stumbling a little, slightly woozy before managing to steady himself, he straightened his back, adopting a laid back and relaxed posture, like he hadn’t almost had a panic attack. He still felt slightly on edge, and another crash from the treasure room made his ears ring, but it was fine. This was fine. He could handle this. It’d be fine.
There were no other ways that this could go wrong. Not in the slightest.
Well aware that if he continued that line of thought for any longer he’d likely end up jinxing himself, if he hadn’t done so already, Macaque walked over and quietly snuck in through the treasure room door and into a space of complete and utter chaos.
Tang was surprisingly the first to notice his quiet appearance.
Immediately, he stopped yelling, slipping out around the pile of stuff he had been partially standing behind, moving over to slide up beside the shadow monkey.
“Nice of you to join us.” He said, and Macaque raised an eyebrow at the limited edition figure held in Tang’s arms. Tang, following his gaze, shifted to hold the figure behind his back and out of view. “As you can see, things are a little…”
“Chaotic?” Macaque said, putting a small smirk on his face. Tang took a step back from him, looking at him in concern, and Macaque let the smile slip a little.
“Are you okay?” Tang asked, and Macaque tsked, knowing something in his expression must have given something away.
“Fine.” He said, turning away from Tang’s concerned gaze, and starting to walk in the direction of some random pile, trying to tune out the yelling from the rest of the group behind him. Tang seemingly made the wise decision to leave him be, as he didn’t follow.
Macaque rolled his eyes as he looked up at the large pile of magical items laying in front of him. Reaching out, he grabbed the first loose object he saw, giving it a once over, before throwing it into the circle drawn on the ground with the words “non-magical items” written on it. Apparently the others had devised some kind of sorting system before he had arrived.
He did look at some of the objects in the magical items pile in confusion, mainly the very normal looking blender, but decided he did not want to know.
Digging in deep into the pile of magic items, rummaging around, he didn’t notice the staff beside him slowly starting to slide towards him.
At least, not until it knocked him on the head.
Macaque hissed, pushing the staff away, moving his hand to his head to rub the sore spot where it had hit, before freezing.
Slowly, carefully, he pulled his hand back, studying it.
The fur there was white. A little singed, charred at the edges, but still white. Swirls of blue moved down it.
He was sure that if he took off his shirt, similar swirls of blue would be on his chest as well. Hurriedly turning, he reached into the pile for something- anything that would reflect his appearance.
Pulling out a normal, if slightly stylished, mirror, Macaque jaw dropped.
All of his glamours were down.
All of them.
Trying not to panic again, Macaque reached for his magic, trying to move the strings to reapply his glamours.
Something in his chest twinged, and, instead of glamours, the shadows around him started condensing, swirling around him.
No.
No- no! That wasn’t he wanted- His magic was already low as it is, he couldn’t afford to over-extend it anymore after what happened earlier-
Well aware that he was hyperventilating, Macaque turned back to look at the staff that hit him.
It offered no clues, sitting there innocently.
Macaque grabbed it and threw it as far away from himself as possible.
His glamours still did not return.
The shadows swirling around him were getting stronger.
One of them swung out, knocking over a pile of stuff close to him, sending the objects clattering over the floor, the sound ringing and echoing impossibly loud in the room.
Macaque fell to his knees, covering his ears in pain. His chest twinged again, and more shadows started materializing.
He had to stop. It’d be better to simply have his glamours down then to over-exhaust himself trying to put them back up. He tried to stop.
His magic twinged.
…He couldn’t stop.
H e c o u l d n ‘ t s t o p.
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Wukong hadn’t even known Macaque was there before the blast of shadow magic hit.
It immediately shut up any and all arguments, MK grabbing onto Pigsy and Tang to stop them from getting knocked back by the blast.
“What was that?!” Mei asked, but Wukong didn’t bother to answer, hopping up and over a pile of objects, almost slipping as some of them moved underneath of his feet. He had just managed to stabilize himself when another blast of shadow magic hit, causing Wukong to have to hold his hands up to shield his face and eyes, stumbling back, before slipping, rolling down the pile. He groaned as he rolled onto the ground, pulling himself back up, raising a hand to stop the next burst of shadow magic from hitting him directly.
Distracted as he was, he didn’t even notice that the blast and the fall had knocked all of his glamours completely off.
Standing up, keeping one hand up to shield himself from the uncontrolled magic, his red eyes flickered a bright gold as he tried to assess the situation.
He could see Macaque in the eye of the storm, and a flash of anger, of betrayal, rang through him for a moment, before it quieted.
Something was wrong.
Macaque was kneeling on the ground, his hands covering his ears, curling slightly in pain. His magic bursting uncontrollably, beating like a frantic heartbeat.
…He was crying.
“Macaque?” Wukong called, taking a cautious step forward, the force of Macaque’s magic making it feel like walking through gale force winds. “Mango? Plum? Liu Er?”
Macaque didn’t react to any of those names.
Wukong kept walking forwards, his steps almost seeming to echo as he pushed himself through the shadow magic, having to shield his eyes at every burst. But he didn’t stop.
Macaque needed him now, and Wukong wasn’t going to abandon him again.
Gritting his teeth, the magic lashing against him starting to sting, forged forwards, reaching out his arm, practically walking blind as the magic made his eyes water and his vision blur.
His hand grasped onto Macaque’s scarf, and he felt the shadow monkey gasp as Wukong immediately surged the rest of the way forwards, collapsing to his knees and wrapping his arms around him. Macaque continued to let out heaving breaths, practically hyperventilating, but the shadows stopped lashing around, slowly withdrawing into nothing, an eerie sense of calm replacing it.
Macaque’s hands shook, before they started clinging to Wukong’s shirt.
Or, well, they tried to.
Instead, they simply passed through the fabric.
Wukong shivered at the cold sensation, and Macaque’s breath picked up, still panicking, as Wukong glanced down to see that Macaque’s hands and arms were going wispy, fading in and out. For a moment he just stared at it in disbelief, before looking back up and seeing Macaque’s panicked face, registering that this was real, and that this was not good.
Both of the monkeys panicking, neither of them were capable of saying any words, Wukong flailing around for a solution while Macaque started curling up again. Wukong’s eyes flickered gold again, as he scoured the piles of stuff in his immediate area, letting out a small noise of distress when he couldn’t find anything. He looked back at Macaque with a sense of fear filling him.
He was going to lose him.
He was going to lose his friend again. And this time, there wasn’t anything or anyone that could interfere and bring him back.
Wukong looked over Macaque again, completely ignorant to how the other’s glamours were down due to the fact that he was now well aware that this could be the last time he saw him. Ever. For the rest of his immortal life. Which he honestly wasn’t sure would ever possibly end.
This could be the last time he sees Macaque forever.
No.
No, he couldn’t allow that.
He’d only just started getting his Macaque back, he couldn’t afford to lose him so soon.
Taking a breath as the wispiness spread from Macaque’s hands to his elbows, Wukong reactivated his true sight, analyzing Macaque again.
The ball of magic in Macaque’s chest was wavering, unstable, unsteady, weak.
Well. If it was magic that Macaque needed, then Wukong just needed to find some way to feed magic to him.
…He had absolutely no idea how to do that.
He was sure there was some spell or something for it, but Wukong had never had to give his magic to somebody before. Sure, he’d had to seal magic, but never give it. He was pretty sure they were two very different processes.
Macaque’s upper arms started to fade, and the shadow monkey let out a small whimper, making Wukong refocus.
Well, if he had no other choice, then he had no other choice.
Face flushing gold at the thought of what he was about to do, Wukong grabbed hold of Macaque’s shoulders, and, before he could think better of it, closed his eyes, leaned forwards, and kissed him.
Macaque’s fur bristled, and he opened his mouth in a gasp, and Wukong pressed closer against him, biting Macaque’s bottom lip gently so that his mouth would stay open, willing his magic to somehow travel to the other.
Something in him shifted, a tear running down his face as his magic reached out towards Macaque.
A line of golden ichor dripped out of the corner of their mouths and down Macaque’s chin, falling to the floor.
Macaque swallowed instinctively.
Wukong felt something shift, and he leaned back, wiping the back of his mouth as he stared at Macaque, whose face had flushed a deep purple. Macaque’s arms and legs slowly faded back into view, and Wukong let out a sigh of relief. A soft golden light glowed through the clothes on Macaque’s chest, and Wukong gently reached out to touch it, feeling the steady hum as Macaque’s magic greedily accepted Wukong’s, merging and twisting it to match itself, stabilizing.
The glow slowly faded away, leaving Wukong to only feel Macaque’s still heaving breaths. Carefully, Wukong started rubbing comforting circles on Macaque’s chest, and then, after a few moments of that didn’t seem to help, wrapped his tail around Macaque’s waist, lifting him up, before adjusting his position so that he could hold Macaque in his lap. Macaque let out a small squeak as he was lifted, and Wukong resisted the urge to smirk, now that the danger was past. He rubbed soft circles on Macaque’s back, breathing slowly, secretly calming himself down as well as Macaque matched his breathing to his.
They sat there, in complete silence for a few minutes, neither of them saying a word. Macaque seemingly lost in his own thoughts and Wukong just staring at him silently, not wanting to say anything in case he startled Macaque into panicking again. That was the last thing he wanted right now.
Eventually, the fact he wasn’t fading away anymore finally seemed to register in Macaque’s mind as he stared down at his hands in awe, turning them over, like he expected them to start going wispy again at any moment. Then he brought them gently to his chest, taking a deep breath in and slowly letting it out, his good eye flickering purple, the glamour over his scar reappearing, hiding it from view.
Wukong gently reached out and touched Macaque’s face, rubbing the glamour away. Macaque jumped a little, somehow having forgotten through all this that he was sitting on Wukong’s lap.
And then, as soon as the realization came to him, he was squirming, trying to get out of Wukong’s grip.
“Let go- I can’t believe you just- Gah!” Macaque yelped when Wukong wrapped his arms tighter around him, squeezing him a little. “H-hey!”
Wukong didn’t say anything, simply resting his forehead against Macaque’s.
“I thought I was going to lose you again.” He whispered, gently, and he felt Macaque’s surprised exhale ghost over his lips. “I don’t want to lose you again, Liu Er.”
Macaque’s next breath was slightly shaky, as he reached up to put his hands on top of Wukong’s shoulders.
“Please.” He said, trying to smirk. “You’re not getting rid of me anytime soon. I’ve made it my life’s goal to haunt the shit out of you. Plus this whole living thing has been treating me rather well, so, yeah. Plus, how could I ever leave a world where I get to stare at your face every day?”
Wukong hummed, well aware that he was blushing gold again, a soft purr forming in his throat, but it was nothing compared to the way the purple blush on Macaque’s face burned, spreading to his ears as he realized what exactly he had said.
“I- and by that I mean- well- I, don’t take what I just said in a positive way you know!” He said, a flustered purr, louder than Wukong’s soft one, starting up in his throat as he kept talking. “I meant it in a- in a bad way- your face makes me so mad I couldn’t bear to leave a world where I haven't punched it-”
“Mhm, yeah, sure.” Wukong chuckled, amused, rubbing his forehead gently against Macaque’s as the other let out a frustrated huff. “And I could never afford to lose my best makeup artist.”
Macaque blinked, processing the sentence, before frowning.
“You’re meant to say best friend you dumbass- I’ve told you I’m not your makeup artist.”
“I know. I do mean it though. I wouldn’t want to lose one of my most important treasures in the room meant to keep my treasure safe, after all.” Wukong said.
Macaque let out a flustered sound, finally leaning back from Wukong, having lost their small bantering game, covering his face with his hands. Wukong clicked his tongue.
“You know.” He said, reaching out and grabbing hold of Macaque’s wrists to pull his hands down. “We really should cover everything with this, I might not have given you enough magic just now. So, unless you say it’s not necessary…what if I give you more to make sure?”
They both knew full well that Wukong had given him enough magic.
Still, Macaque, greedy as he was, nodded his head.
Wukong let go of one of Macaque’s wrists to gently cup Macaque’s cheek before he was leaning in, kissing him again.
-
Laying down on top of one of the treasure piles, observing the two monkeys, the others glanced at MK as he hummed with contemplation.
“First of all, I called it.”
Everyone gave quiet sounds of agreement, Tang going as far as to hand MK a small wad of money. MK pocketed it, before continuing.
“...Secondly, do you think they know we’re still here?”
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Why Nero Devilmaycry is Asexual
It's a headcanon, but turns out I had a lot of evidence. And even if I didn't I like when I have characters I can relate to with this one thing about myself, so nothing you could say would stop me. Still. Hear me out now. If you’re open to reading this post, then let me tell you, I think it very well holds up in canon.
As a start, look how he acts when he sees the sexy demonic lures from that frog demon in DMC4:
His reaction to the demons is to notice they’re causing a stinky storm which is probabbly hiding something, and he kills them. That’s it. Not even a fucking comment. In fact he even seems a bit avoidant.
Now compare it with Dante’s scene.
He knew they were in fact lures for a giant evil smelly frog, and yet he joins in the game and acts all flirtatious, actually acknowledging that he’s being faced with two sexy naked ladies.
Another evidence is Nero’s immediate reaction to seeing Gloria. Which I don’t even think needs any comments. Just
He can’t even look directly at her. He’s so uncomfortable help him.
Of course one might argue that all of that is because he’s in love with Kyrie. And I totally agree, he is in love! He’s asexual but not aromantic, and he loves her. But being in love with someone - and considering they weren’t together yet - doesn’t mean shutting down all interest and attraction to other people. Since he doesn’t show that attraction in the slightest, I think it’s cause it’s not there to begin with.
(On that note, it's nothing big but Nero is in love with Kyrie, one of the few female characters whose clothes cover her up. She’s a lot more modest/non sexualized when compared to Lady or Trish.)
But that was DMC 4. What about how he's like in the next game?
What I’d say from this game, is that Nero is ace, but he’s not out to Nico. And I can understand why, because Nico’s dirty jokes are like, Her Brand when it comes to humour. Dante would love chatting with her. Nero, however, does not.
I mean, a dirty joke was her first reaction when Nero tried to tell Kyrie he grew back a whole arm
(he’s tired)
Whenever innuendos happen in this game towards Nero, it’s been because of Nico. Look at what she wrote in her diary, when she gave Lady her clothes after Nero rescued her.
Even though Nero himself during that scene was focused on her wellbeing and asking about his friends, nothing else (…actually, in that scene V was the one who made the comment about Lady’s appearance. V, who is Vergil, and the only other time they ever met was when they were a bunch of teenagers trying to kill each other, and uh. Awkward).
And since we brought this up, when Lady was rescued from inside of the Artemis demon, she was completely naked, but Nero?? Payed no attention to that?? He only looked at her face, and was mainly concerned with her safety and with the fact she was Dante’s friend, not about her body. She could have been fully clothed and there would be no difference.
It took Nico’s little comment for him to realize that “wait, she’s naked, wait, I have a girlfriend”, I mean. He goes “what?” and it takes him three full seconds to remember that, complete with a face journey:
Like, it’s just my humble opinion but if someone forgets that carrying a beautiful nude stranger in your arms miiight be kind of erotic, maybe sexuality just doesn’t occupy that person’s mind for most the time in the first place.
And holy shit, speaking of Kyrie, Nico seems rather interested in their sex life. She literally built an arm for Nero with the purpose to make sex more comfortable for them. And he did not ask her to build it, because she never tells him what she’s making beforehand, and by her comments it was supposed to be a surprise anyways. He ends up using it for healing.
Complete with that sexy joke she makes when Kyrie called him in the end, and the reaction she got, I conclude the following: yeah Nero is still ace as heck, he just hasn't come out to her yet. I get him, he doesn’t know her for that long, and I have that kind of friend too.
And just as a final point, just take a look at the main characters in this series! They all have shown a rather sexual side (specially in DMC4 which is by far the horniest game of this series). There’s Dante with his constant teasing and innuendos, Lady and Trish with their provocative clothes and body language, and even some demons sometimes act like that. But Nero? He seems to be an exception to that rule. In all his sarcasm and attitude, he’s still more about the taunting and mocking the enemy than flirting with it. While he’s the only one to have a love interest, the dynamic of their relationship shows a profound bond, loyalty, protectiveness and warmth. And yet with all that, it doesn’t get on the sexual side that was to be expected of those games, considering the other characters.
So, yeah, that's been my Ace Nero Manifesto. I wrote my evidence but, in reality nothing can stop me from headcanoning a character as ace just because I feel like it.
#devil may cry#dmc5#dmc4#nero#nero sparda#dante sparda#kyrie#nicoletta goldstein#dmc lady#asexual#asexuality#ace headcanons#ace characters#sfw
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There was a sense of pride running through your veins. Seeing the band that you’d known and supported for years sweep the BRIT awards, winning all of their nominated categories. You’d been working as office support at Dirty Hit since their first album was released, you’d been with them through just about everything, every gig you helped organise, all the singles you did the logistics on, and you’d become a good friend of all of them.
There was one, though, a certain bassist that you were closest to. You and Ross had always had a sort of special relationship. There was rarely a conversation between the two of you that didn’t involve at least a base level of simple flirting; you asking him if all the things they say about bassist are true, him teasing by saying you should find out for yourself. It’d never gone all that far though, there was a boundary there that neither of you were willing to cross. And you thought that’s just how it’d be forever.
The pub Dirty Hit had rented out for the afterparty spared no expense, you made sure of that. Music was pumping, there were dozens of fluorescents illuminating the space, and the drinks were flowing–very much.
Of course, the band of the hour was everyone’s attention–you’d gotten in a quick ‘congratulations’ before they were totally smothered by the countless guests who wanted to do the same thing. Even being just on the outside of it all, it was suffocating to watch the four of them bounce around the room, never being left alone.
You needed some air, so slinking towards the front door to take a break outside the front of the booming club–as best you could with the amount of shots you’d taken. It was still cold–not out of the ordinary for London in late February–and you wish you brought your coat with you. You breathed in and out shakily, hoping your fingers wouldn’t go numb as you scrolled through various social medias, seeing the fans’ reactions was always your favourite part of any endeavour the guys did. You were only a little acquainted with the fans, you’d mostly stayed behind the curtain, only the really deep fans knew of your existence, the ones that investigated all your socials when they put the dots together and discovered almost everyone involved with the band followed you, and you’d posted photos with them a couple times over the years. The general opinion of you was neutral, and you liked it that way, you didn’t have to worry.
In your peripheral, you saw a figure stand next to you, a veil of cigarette smoke around them. You turned your head as was met with the sight of your favourite bassist. He looked exceptionally dashing tonight with his suit and bow tie–you told him he looked like a sexy Fred Astaire, which he blushed and laughed at.
You gave him a nod to say hello, he returned it and took another drag.
“You alright? Saw you come out, thought you were leaving…” He said.
“Leave without saying goodbye? To you of all people?” You joked.
“I’d hope not, thought I’d trained you better than that!” He quipped.
He slipped off his blazer and put it around your shoulders. You were immediately engulfed in the scent of his cologne, your goosebumps returned back into your skin and you felt more at ease than you have all night.
“I…I just…” You started. Ross looked over at you, big eyes and a smile–god, he was handsome. “I know it doesn’t mean much coming from me, but I’m really proud of you…Getting to where you are now, I’m so honoured that I’ve gotten to see it.”
“Thanks.” He gave you a sincere smile. “And it does mean a lot coming from you, you’re one of the only people around us that actually tells us the truth.”
You jokingly flipped your hair and laughed. “Well, I try…”
A gust of wind blew through the street, chilling you to the bone. Ross noticed your slight shivering, and he put an arm around you, trying to give you as much warmth as possible, even with his jacket on, the cold was coming through. Ross chuckled at the sound of your teeth chattering. Something with the chill made you giggly, with the sudden inability to speak, the best you could do was laugh with him.
Suddenly he had a hand on your chin, lightly directing you to face him. He slightly raised his eyebrows, asking your permission. Instead of answering, you just went for it.
You gently placed a kiss against his lips, and before you could pull away too far, his hand that was still on your jaw pulled you back in, this time with much more ferocity.
One of your favourite movies of all time was The Princess Diaries, though one part that always confused you was the legendary ‘foot pop’, but now, with Ross’ mouth on yours, you finally understood.
Within minutes, he had you pushed up against the wall of the club, his tongue exploring your mouth, while his hands did the same elsewhere. It felt like all the years you’d spent in a game of oscillating cat and mouse had finally led up to this night, the time was now.
You lightened the kiss, then pulled away. “How about I go and get my coat and you order an Uber?”
“Your place or mine?” He asked between kisses to your neck.
“Dealer’s choice.”
You patted his chest a couple times before he let go of you and you handed him his blazer, and you made your way back inside. It was getting quite late, everyone inside had begun to spiral into one big drunken mess. You quickly grabbed your coat and purse from the small corner you’d hid them in.
You were almost out the door, before you heard a yell of your name.
“Don’t tell me you’re leaving already!” Matty yelled, stringing an arm around your shoulder, mostly to keep himself stable.
“I am, unfortunately some of us have to work tomorrow, Healy!”
He blew a raspberry at your comment before kissing your cheek and bidding you goodbye. You all but ran out the entrance. You were met with the sight of Ross standing on the curb with the door of an unusually sleek looking Uber. You didn’t notice before, but your lipstick was smeared halfway across his face, the sight only made you more endeared.
“Shall we?” He asked, opening the door more to let you climb in.
After a polite introduction to the driver and a confirmation on the address–Ross’ place, which you preferred, you hadn’t quite tidied in a while so your flat wasn’t exactly in the right state for guests–you were off. His hand was placed firmly on your thigh, you swear you could feel electricity through his fingertips. You shuffled closer to him, and again, and again. By the end of the trip, you were practically on his lap and his hand only slid further and further up. You were worked up, to say the least.
He couldn’t open his front door fast enough, scrambling for the keys from his pocket as best he could while he was spending most of his concentration on keeping himself stood upright.
As soon as his door was open, it was shut just as fast, this time with you being held up against the inside of it. You barely had time to panic about it before he was grabbing the backs of your thighs and lifting you so you were face-to-face. You kissed a line from the top of his collar to the bottom of his ear.
“So do you want me on my knees or you?” You whispered, lightly nipping at his earlobe.
You heard him sigh in response and his grip on your thighs only got tighter.
“First I think you should have a little less clothes on?” He chuckled.
He dropped you back to your feet and in a flurry of clothes and stumbling between heated kisses, you were soon on his bed, in your underwear–thank God you had the gut instinct to wear your sexy underwear, all matching, black and lacey.
You lounged on Ross’ bed, watching as he hastily took off his shirt and trousers. You could see he was hard through his boxers. The sight of him made you salivate.
Without another thought, his mouth was back on yours and you were once again lost in his touch.
Wet, sloppy kisses were trailed down your neck, and chest, and stomach, and then peppered along the waistband of your underwear. He looked up to your face, cheeky grin on his.
“You don’t have to…” You trailed off. You’d heard the stories of women having amazing, mind-blowing orgasms when a guy would go down on them, but that hadn’t really been the case for you. More often than not, he would just get lacklustre in the middle and you’d get bored and fake it so he could be satisfied. You knew tonight was a special situation, you wanted Ross to just be as happy as possible.
“I already won tonight…” He toyed with your waistband, running the soft lace over his calloused fingertips. “Wanna make you feel like a winner too.”
You matched his smile and nodded. And he just dove right in.
He placed a light kiss to your clit over your underwear, and your body was immediately engulfed in warmth. Before long, he pulled your panties off, down your legs and discarded to some corner of his bedroom. He licked a long, wide strip up your pussy, collecting your arousal in a pool on his tongue. A wave of euphoria hit you as he sucked on your clit. Your hands immediately went to his hair, messing up his hair (that you know took close to an hour to perfect, you were there for the entire process).
You got closer and closer to the edge while he continued a cycle of suckling and licking at your clit, what you did not expect was for him to add 2 fingers into the mix. You let out a choked moan as his fingers got to work, slowly pumping in and out, in and out. You heard a small chuckle from him in reaction. Your muscles felt like they were on fire, you were so close.
“Ross…pl-please…” You got out between whines. “A-almost.”
His tongue was quickly replaced by his thumb and his face was soon by your ear. “Cum, baby…” He whispered.
At that, you did–like your body was somehow set up to answer any request from Ross, not that you were complaining. For at least a couple minutes–it could have been longer, you really had no way of telling–you were practically paralysed, just riding out the high of the orgasm Ross gave you, spurred on by a slew of “good girl”s in your ear.
Once you’d caught your breath and come back down to Earth–all under the watchful eye of Ross laying at your side–you could finally think about what just happened. One of your closest friends–a coworker–just went down on you and gave you one of the strongest orgasms of your life. There was no going back now.
You quickly moved to straddle Ross, and kissed him–taking him by surprise. You could feel his erection against your lower abdomen as you deepened the kiss. Without separating, you undid the clasp of your bra behind your back and took it off, throwing it to the side somewhere–to join the rest of your discarded clothes on the lush, carpeted floor. One of Ross’ hands instantly went to your breast, gently cupping it before circling your nipple. You couldn’t help but let out a small moan that was almost entirely muffled by his mouth on yours.
One of your hands left the side of his neck, trailing over his chest. You had to admit, you always loved his physique, big and strong but not like he tries too hard–not overly toned. Like a bear. Your fingers found his waistband and you could feel a slight grin in his kiss.
“You want this?” You asked, tentatively. You just wanted to make sure.
“Darling, I’ve never wanted something more,” he answered between chaste kisses to your jawline. “Been fantasising about this for…forever.”
That answer was all you needed for a go-ahead. Your hand dipped below his waistband. He was pretty much already completely hard, just a few pumps from you and you knew he was ready.
You both shuffled to get more comfortable, Ross shimmied out of his boxers with you still in his lap. He leaned over to his nightstand, opening the top draw and retrieved a metallic plastic square. Ross was nothing if not prepared. He slipped the condom on and you positioned yourself above him. In a smooth motion, his cock slid inside you.
You couldn’t lie, he was bigger than you were expecting. More than pain, it just felt like an immense pressure on your pelvic floor. Ross patiently waited as you adjusted to him, listening to your deep breaths for only around half a minute. Once the pressure subsided, you were practically itching to actually fuck him properly.
You started slow, short movements; up and down, up and down, giving your leg muscles a small warm up before the workout of a lifetime. As you started, Ross closed his eyes, sighing in ecstasy. You began to pick up the pace a little, watching as Ross’ face contorted with pleasure.
Within minutes you felt like you were going full-hilt, but it just wasn’t enough. You were whining and whimpering, just on the edge but not getting any closer. Ross got the hint, thrusting up into you and meeting you in the middle of your bounces, this was it.
Ross began to circle your clot with his thumb and it pushed you into your second orgasm of the evening. You were sure his neighbours would complain with how loud you were moaning his name. Ross followed not long after in a slue of “fuck”s and gutteral moans.
You gently rolled off of him, feeling the soft, cotton bedsheets below you, stars clouding your vision. Ross discarded the condom before returning back to you. You readjusted to curl into his side, his skin was cold but covered in a thin layer of sweat–much like yours.
“So…” You started.
He chuckled. “Yeah…”
“Thanks…for that…” You said.
“Are you going home now?” He asked, anxiety in his voice.
“Do you want me to?”
“No! No…stay, please.”
And so you did. You raided Ross’ cupboards with him, looking for any snacks to replenish your spent energy. And you slept soundly cuddled into him–in one of his favourite graphic tees he let you borrow, no less.
You don’t think you’ve ever had a more peaceful sleep in your life.
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I really love how realistic your headcanons are, ooc saturated fandoms kill me. 😭 I was wondering if you had any thoughts on L falling in love e.g traits he’d fall in love with, moments he’d make the realization, how his behavior would change towards the person of interest over time, etc. I’m not sure if I worded this well or if you’ve already done this, if so then don’t mind meee. 😬 if you don’t wanna do this one or already did then I’d be happy just to hear literally any hc’s you have about him lol
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So, L falling in love. Putting this under a read-more because my stupid ass is going to ramble.
I think he would usually fall in love with people who are relatively capable. I have no idea how to describe this more. You wouldn't have to be some genius, just be able to operate independently because the man is no caregiver. Also, I think you'd have to make an impression of some sort on him, otherwise he probably wouldn't even pay enough attention to get to know you. A big trait L would like to see in someone is understanding. You're gonna have to be able to at least tolerate his attitude and more bizarre mannerisms if you intend on becoming a permanent fixture in his life. Even more than that, he would want someone who would be able to understand just what kind of person he is: how he's not exactly pure, how he would rather do things if they interest him instead of doing them out of the goodness of his heart, the things he's willing to do to get the results he wants. You don't need to agree with him on everything, he probably would like it more if you didn't. You can't change him, but it gives him more to think about when he weighs his decisions.
So! L falling in love. I did touch on this in a previous post, but I'll paste what I said here:
L will know as soon as his feelings appear. Depending on what he's doing at the time, this discovery could be anywhere between a mental footnote and an outright statement directed towards you. He's become fond of you, far beyond a passing fancy or a momentary infatuation. He'll be requesting your input on whatever he's been working on, or making sure Watari knows to bring extra sweets when you're present. If you're really lucky, he might just feed them to you.
I think it's something he would figure out super quickly and then just. Sit on until he's pretty sure you feel the same. He doesn't want to have to confess just to find that you don't share his affection. 10/10 you can just expect a "I've fallen for you" from him and have no idea how genuine it is because it wouldn't be unusual for him to say things like that to get a reaction. You would have to pay attention to how he interacts with you and matters regarding you to know just how true his statement was. (To a point, I think he'd kinda be lowkey obsessed with you. Like, he's not gonna be thinking about you all the time or think about you over the case he's currently working on, but there's definitely something there.)
Things you can expect from L when the two of you are an item:
Don't be surprised if he encourages you to pick up some kind of defensive martial arts. He knows several, so it's really not a shocker. The man's really thinking you need to learn how to beat the shit out of someone so it's one less thing he has to worry about now that he's let you in.
Luxury. Absolute Luxury. L's funds are near bottomless as far as you should be concerned. You have his heart but he's not always the most emotionally available, so you have his wallet. If you're travelling with him, he's actively making sure you get the best. Watari probably would've picked up on your tastes and knows to accommodate them if he wants the detective's best work. An extra slice of cake meant for you? Sure. A whole floor of the headquarters building just for you? Take two.
Vulnerability! Holy shit, vulnerability. It's something that's so rare for him to show. He's almost always working like, five steps ahead of everything else, why would he need to be vulnerable? I think I can count the times he's canonically showed his cards on one hand and most of them were in the episode where he fuckin' dies(showing some regret over the deaths of the FBI agents, the interaction he has with Watari in the monitoring room where the older man asks him what's wrong or w/e, the rooftop scene, the foot thing, and then him dying.) He's more willing to show the cracks in his façade to you, and that in itself is super powerful evidence about how you make him feel.
I absolutely think he would have some kind of system set up to look after you if something happened to him. They had the dead man's switch to let Roger know if L died so whatever successor would know to take over without letting the world know the original L was gone, but that seems more like something Watari would've insisted on. A place to live, expendable funds, hell there's probably options for a new identity in there somewhere if that's what you'd want.
aaaaa i've never filled a request before so i rlly hope this is satisfactory djgfhfjghf. i hope it's in character enough, at least. i always kinda stress over like. what if my interpretation of a character is total dogshit and people don't like my writing. thanks for the ask!
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AN1MAL – pablo torre & alejandro balde
summary: alejandro finds a cure to pablo’s frustration.
warnings: dirty filthy smut, f!oral receiving, m!oral receiving, p in v sex, v long, and some spanish (translated obv), drugs, and drinking.
listened to an1mal by lola indigo.
the referee blew the whistle and as always pablo marched off the pitch and although he looked unbothered at the amount of game time he had played. but as always alejandro always managed to see through his fake emotions. alejandro always noticed the frustration on pablo’s face whether it was at practice or at the stadium. he knew how hard pablo worked to try and prove himself so he decided to do something about his frustration.
“tio, estas loco.” pablo simply kept on walking towards his car. (man, you’re crazy.)
“what’s the problem? you think she’s hot and she thinks the same.” alejandro just shrugged as if the idea he had proposed wasn’t insane.
“that’s not the problem.” pablo stopped walking and turned around to face him.
“i won’t even look at it if that’s what you’re worried about. i’ll turn aroun-”
“joder, tio! callate!” pablo didn’t want anyone else to listen in on their conversation. the last thing he needed was the press knowing about his sexual affairs. (fuck, man! shut up!)
“look let’s just go to her room and see what happens. if this goes terribly wrong or you don’t like it i’ll leave your sex life alone forever.” alejandro tried to reason with him.
“how do you even know if she’ll agree? she’s only flirted with you.”
“trust me pablito, she likes you.”
you scroll through your phone looking for photos of today’s game to post for tomorrow. the sound of the hotel’s television serving as background noise. you’re editing a couple of pictures trying to fix the lighting when a knock on your door interrupts your work. you quickly stand up and try to fix your hair a bit knowing that only one person could be seeing you this late in the day. you completely disregard the fact that you’re only wearing your underwear with a simple gray shirt and head straight for the door.
you open the door and are met with not only alejandro but pablo as well. both of the boys analyze your outfit and soon enough a smirk is plastered on alejandro’s face while pablo’s cheeks go pink. you can’t help but feel way better about yourself knowing you could get a reaction from both of them.
“we brought drinks.” alejandro suddenly blurts breaking the silence.
you simply open the door wider allowing both of them in and quickly close it as soon as they get in not wanting any other player to see.
“don’t you guys have a plane to catch in the morning back to barcelona?” you sit back down your bed.
“don’t think that’s ever been a problem for you before.” alejandro simply states while setting his stuff down.
your cheeks instantly heat up at the comment. you try to compose yourself hoping the brunette doesn’t notice your flustered face.
“que te jodes.” (fuck you.)
“okay let’s play smash or pass. answer we move on to the next person if you don’t you have to take a shot or a hit of my disposable whichever one you prefer. although i’d suggest the drink pablo because we have practice tomorrow.” alejandro simply takes out a bottle and a small disposable.
“so who’s going first?”
“honestly i don’t see why the group sees you more innocent than me.” pablo complains.
“because i’m not stupid like you. i don’t get photographed at clubs every weekend, you should learn from me. which by the way with all your whining i’m gonna start with you.” the brunette simply rolls his eyes. “smash or pass lola indigo?”
“respectfully, smash. she’s hot.” pablo doesn’t even hesitate twice before answering which makes you laugh.
“okay your turn dumbass. smash or pass emilia?” pablo turns the attention away from him.
“frenkie’s PR agent?” pablo just nods. “pass. she’s pretty but not my type.”
“finally, y/n.” you’re scared of the smile on alejandro’s face knowing he’s about to put you in an uncomfortable position.
“smash or pass both of us.” he points at pablo and himself. “at the same time.”
“did you both just come here to get your dick sucked?” you laugh.
“just answer the question. come on be a good girl.” alejandro takes a swig of his cup and you could almost feel the smirk on his face.
pablo’s lips on your body are enough to release lewd moans. he trails down your body as alejandro leaves small kisses along your neck, the pleasure overtaking all your senses. as the brunette gets closer to your core you reach for his hair running your hand through it. he can’t help the groans he slips out as he enjoys the feeling on your hands through his hair.
you can’t help but let out a loud moan as pablo starts licking at your folds the feeling sending tingles all over your body.
“mira como la tienes gimiendo pablito.” alejandro’s raspy voice interrupts the sensual sounds coming out of you. (look how you have her moaning pablito.)
his friend only encourages him as soon his tongue is circling your clit and his hands are spreading your thighs even more to gain more access to where you need him most. alejandro doesn’t even mind the lack of attention he’s receiving from you as he’s more content with being pablo’s wingman.
loving the way you moan because of him, pablo starts teasing your hole with one of his fingers wanting to increase the pleasure. he waits a couple of seconds before inserting it inside of you and soon you’re moaning louder than before. the pleasure is too intense and you can’t help but let go. the way your face scrunches up in pleasure is enough to awaken something in the brunette and he quickly stands up and grabs by the hair kissing you passionately.
“vaya pablito.” alejandro is surprised at his friend’s actions. (wow, pablito.)
“ahora la follas tu o yo?” alejandro asks his friend casually. (now who will fuck her? you or me?)
“let her choose.” pablo runs his hand through his hair the adrenaline pumping through his veins.
“always the gentleman.” alejandro jokes. “well you heard the benchwarmer what do you want?”
“well you brought him here to fuck me didn’t you?” you simply shrug.
in another world you probably couldn’t even imagine yourself talking about a threesome so casually. your neck was already full of hickeys that you would have to wake up early to cover them. you only had alejandro to blame for your hyper sexual behavior ever since your first time with him last year.
“do you have a condom?” pablo asks.
before you could answer alejandro answers for you.
“she’s on birth control.”
it’s not long before pablo has you on all fours, legs spread for him. you had always admired the brunette often telling the left-back how cute you thought his teammate once. you moan at the feeling of his dick near your entrance. alejandro can’t help but admire you, all fucked. normally he’d be jealous of you with anyone else but he doesn’t mind sharing with his friend. his thoughts are interrupted by the noises you let out as pablo enters you.
your hands grip the sheets under you as soon as pablo enters you. one of his hands is placed right next to your head to keep his balance while the other wraps itself around your hips.
“fuck, she feels so good. so tight.” pablo groans.
the brunette is kind enough to allow you to adjust to his size before he starts to thrust, slowly. he loves the way you clench around him. you can feel his breath near your ear and soon enough you’re letting out a bunch of profanities at the feeling he invokes inside of you. he doesn’t hesitate before grabbing your hair and leaving kisses as well as marks around your neck. he’s completely entranced by you, his inhibitions going out the window.
you don’t think twice before guiding his hand from your hip to where you need him. he gets the memo and soon starts circling your clit. you also don’t miss the way he starts thirsting faster, his shyness long gone.
“fuck, pablo.”
the sound of his name coming out of your lips simply encourages him and he picks up his pace. soon enough you feel your orgasm approaching. alejandro can’t help but feel left out and instantly stands in front of you. he lowers his shorts down and soon you’re face to face with his dick.
“be a good girl now and suck.” his confidence has come back.
your morals are long gone and you instantly take him inside your mouth, your hands covering the rest of him that doesn’t fit. your moans from pablo’s thrusts send vibrations along alejandro’s members and soon enough he’s gripping your hair. the room is filled with dirty and filthy sounds and you don’t doubt that there’ll be noise complaints tomorrow. pablo can’t help but get more turned out at the mere sight of you not only enjoying yourself but satisfying his friend and his thrusts reach a speed he didn’t know was possible.
the pleasure is too much and you instantly cum. pablo isn’t too far behind as you soon feel him release inside of you, his groan is almost enough to pounce on him again. your moans overstimulate alejandro and soon he cums all over your tits. the three of you just lay on the bed for a minute or so, alejandro taking a picture of you before helping you clean up.
you can’t help but stare at both of them. you’re fucked.
the three of you head downstairs’ extremely early wanting to avoid the possibility of running into any of the other players. you wear a turtleneck just in case your makeup isn’t enough to cover the marks all over your neck. on the way to check out you can’t help a couple arguing with the poor receptionist.
“are you aware they’re shooting porn videos in your rooms? we couldn’t sleep all night because of the obnoxious moans! this is unacceptable!” the man yells.
the three of you try your best to not let out any laughs. you’re in deep shit.
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Hey, I don’t usually send prompts, since I’m just really happy for any authors still writing Bechloe. Especially my favourite ones. And you happen to be one of my favourites.
But since you posted a prompt list, I thought I’d show how much I genuinely love your stories and would be happy to read anything you’ll create out of prompt No 23.
Thank you 💚💚💚
Thank you so much for sending this! I'm sorry it took me so long to get to.
This is a perfect example of what happens when I start writing something with absolutely no plan and no idea what's going to happen next 😅
23. “Did I do something to upset you?”
Prompt taken from here.
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“Did I do something to upset you?” Beca asked, her thumb scratching at the label on her beer bottle, her eyes looking anywhere other than Chloe.
“No,” Chloe said, frowning and forcing herself to look up from her phone. “What makes you ask that?”
Beca shrugged and took a drink. “You’ve been… off with me,” Beca said, searching for the word. “Quiet.”
They were in their tiny kitchen, in their tiny apartment. Beca was leaning against the counter, and Chloe sat at the island. She had been engrossed in her phone since returning from work, and all of Beca’s efforts for conversation had fallen flat.
“It isn’t you,” Chloe said, standing and getting her own beer from the fridge. “It’s nothing.”
Beca sighed and rubbed the heel of her hand into her eye. She was tired, a headache had been slowly building for the past few hours, and the beer wasn’t exactly helping.
“Are you having second thoughts?” Beca asked. She looked calm and relaxed on the outside, but the crack in her voice betrayed just how scared she was to ask that question.
“Second thoughts about what?” Chloe asked, popping the cap off her beer and returning to her chair. Her phone buzzed on the island, and Chloe fought the urge to pick it up.
“About us. About me,” Beca said, and she chanced a look at Chloe, hoping to gauge her reaction.
“Are you serious?” Chloe asked. “Baby, no. No, of course I’m not.”
Beca’s shoulders slumped with relief, and Chloe hurriedly got out of her chair so she could put her arms around her.
“Why would you ask that?” She asked, feeling Beca take a steadying breath against her. “Why would you think it?”
“What else was I supposed to think?” Beca asked. “Everything was great and then it wasn’t, and the only thing that’s changed is that we became, like, official.”
Chloe ended their hug and cupped Beca’s face in her hands.
“I’m crazy about you,” Chloe said. “I always have been, and us becoming a couple hasn’t changed that. It isn’t you that’s upset me, I promise.” She kissed Beca on the forehead and then softly on the lips.
Beca felt herself melting slightly, the way she always did when Chloe kissed her, but she pulled back after a few seconds because she still needed answers.
“Then what is it?” Beca asked. “If it wasn’t me then someone else must have upset you, and if that’s the case I need to know who to fight.”
Chloe laughed and took hold of Beca’s hand, tugging it gently until she followed her into the living room.
“It’s… You know things with my Mom have always been a bit rocky, right?” Chloe said as they took a seat on their battered sofa.
“Yeah,” Beca said. “What did she do?”
“I told her about us,” Chloe said. “And I thought… You know, it was one of the few things she never had a problem with. Who I dated didn’t really matter to her, as long as I was still getting good grades, still thin, still pretty, you know, whatever. At least… I thought it didn’t matter to her. Apparently it does now. Apparently now that I’m almost thirty and still,” Chloe made air-quotes with her fingers, “‘messing around with girls instead of finding a husband and starting a family’ she has a problem with it. She thought me being bi was just some attention-seeking teenage thing that I’d grow out of. She can’t actually stand the idea that I’ve fallen in love with a woman who I plan to settle down with and-” Chloe cut herself off as she realised what she’d just said, her hand flying up to her mouth.
A silence stretched out between them and Beca reached out to take one of Chloe’s hands.
“Fallen in love with, huh?” Beca asked. Her voice was soft, there were tears in her eyes, and she had the hint of a smile on her lips.
“Please don’t freak out,” Chloe said. “I know it’s soon, I don’t need to hear it back, it just slipped out-”
Beca cut her off before she could carry on rambling, and she pressed her lips against Chloe’s.
“I love you too,” Beca said. “It might be soon to other people, but we’ve been dancing around this for ten years, Chloe. What’s the point in waiting when we both feel it?”
Chloe let out something between a laugh and a sob. “I’m sorry I made you doubt, even for a second, how I feel about you. I’m sorry you thought there was a chance I could ever have regrets or second thoughts about us. I love you. And I didn’t mean for it to slip out like that, I thought it would be way more romantic when I first said it, but I’m glad it’s out there now.”
“I’m sorry I doubted you,” Beca said. “And I’m sorry that your Mom sucks.”
Chloe laughed and wiped her eyes. “Me too. She’s been blowing up my phone for days, texting me pictures of single guys in her church, and I think… I think I might be done. She’s been chipping away at me for years, trying to take away all the bits she didn’t like, trying to fit me into this mould and I’m…” Chloe took a breath. “She doesn’t get any more of me.”
Beca let out a shaky breath and pulled Chloe into her arms. “I’m so happy to hear you say that,” she said. “Your Mom, she… She terrifies me. It terrifies me what she can do to you. What she’s already done.”
“I didn’t even realise she was doing it,” Chloe said. “For the longest time, I thought that was what love was. She wasn’t all bad. She still isn’t. It’s hard to separate the bad from the good when everything she did was with a smile. It’s not like she yelled, or hit me, she just… Her tone of voice was always sweet and kind and then you’d suddenly feel like you’d been stabbed with something sharp and not know where it came from.”
“Abuse with a smile is still abuse,” Beca said, holding her tighter, scared she might suddenly slip away.
“I don’t know that I’d call it abuse,” Chloe replied. “But, yeah, I know. It just… It makes it hard to hate her.” She swallowed and when she spoke again, her voice was watery. “I should… I need to tell her to stop. To give her one last chance to accept me as I am, or else I’m done.”
Beca ended their hug. She cupped Chloe’s face in her hands, mirroring their position from earlier, and she swept away the tears on her cheeks with her thumbs. “I don’t think she deserves a final chance,” Beca said. “But if you want to offer her one, then I’ll support you. I’ll do whatever you need me to.”
Chloe placed her hand on Beca’s arm and closed her eyes, savouring the feeling of being held. Of being loved.
“I know you will,” Chloe said. “Thank you. Thank you for being patient and for showing me what real love feels like.”
“Thank you for showing me the same.”
With a shaky breath, Chloe pulled out her phone. “I guess it’s now or never, right?”
Beca took hold of her hand. “I’m right here with you. I love you.”
Chloe squeezed her hand and closed her eyes, forcing herself to take a calm breath. “I love you too,” she said. She called her Mom’s number and held the phone to her ear. It felt like each ring lasted a lifetime, but then she finally answered.
“Hi Mom. I’ve got something I need to tell you.”
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