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[lvrdrafts]

Rescued by Love Part 1

★ Summary: Your brother Steve always hated you after your mother's death and when he finally gets the family's empire he is ready to sell you off to some toxic marriage but will the knight and shining armor save you or make it worse?

★ Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

★ Warnings: Arranged Marriage

★ Word Count: 2,000+

★ Genre: Angst/ Fluff

Masterlist

From the moment you took your first breath, you carried the weight of a past you didn't fully understand. It was a past overshadowed by the loss of your mother – a loss that your older brother, Steve, held against you.

As far back as you can remember, there was always a palpable tension in the air whenever you were around Steve. His eyes held a mixture of resentment and sorrow, a constant reminder of the day your mother's life slipped away while giving birth to you. A day that, in his eyes, marked the beginning of his own torment.

Your father, desperate to mend the frayed threads of your family, tried tirelessly to bridge the gap between you two. He believed that time and shared experiences could heal the wounds that festered beneath the surface. But no matter his efforts, Steve's heart remained encased in ice, his bitterness toward you seemingly unbreakable.

★

15 years later...

The air was alive with the beat of the music and the laughter among the people at the lively party. Steve and Bucky stood by the refreshments table, each holding a drink and engaged in a casual conversation

"So, have you talked to Sarah lately?" Bucky asked, leaning against the table. Steve shrugged, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Yeah, we caught up yesterday. She's doing okay, just busy with school and all."

Bucky chuckled, nudging Steve playfully. "You know, I think she's got a crush on you." Steve's cheeks flushed slightly, and he rolled his eyes. "Come on, Bucky. We've been friends forever. It's not like that."

As they continued chatting, you stood at a distance, watching them with a mix of envy and loneliness. You'd always felt like an outsider, never quite fitting in with the crowd.

Seeing Steve and Bucky laughing together only accentuated your isolation. Summoning up your courage, you decided to approach them. You took a deep breath and walked over, hoping to join the conversation and maybe finally feel like you belonged somewhere.

"Hey, guys," you greeted softly, a small smile on your face. Steve and Bucky turned their attention toward you, their expressions changing ever so slightly. Steve's smile faded, and his brows furrowed as if he was annoyed by your presence. Bucky knew how this would end and a part of him felt bad.

"What do you want?" Steve snapped, you'd heard that tone so many times. But still, you were taken aback by his sharpness, and you stumbled over your words.

"I just thought... I mean, I don't really know anyone here, no one really wants to talk to me... and I thought maybe I could join you guys."

Bucky shot Steve a sidelong glance, his eyes silently questioning the change in his friend's demeanor. Steve's lips twisted into a bitter smile.

"We're not in the mood for your company. Just go find someone else to annoy." Bucky shot Steve a look, clearly taken aback by his friend's harsh tone. "Steve, come on."

Ignoring Bucky's protest, you felt a lump forming in your throat. "Please I promise I won't bother you and-and I—"

Cutting you off, Steve's frustration boiled over. "Well, maybe you should've thought twice before showing up. People like you shouldn't be at parties like this."

Your heart plummeted, a mix of hurt and humiliation washing over you. Swallowing hard, you turned and hurriedly walked away, tears stinging your eyes. You found a quiet corner where you could be alone and tried to hide your face as you wiped away your tears.

As you huddled there, Bucky's voice reached your ears. "Was that really necessary, Steve?" Steve's response was cold and unapologetic.

"Yeah, it was. She's always been nothing but trouble, if it wasn't for her I would have still had my mother."

Bucky sighed, a mixture of disappointment and frustration in his voice. "You still didn't have to be so harsh. She's just a kid who wants some friends. You don't have to be an ass about it."

Steve shrugged, a stubborn set to his jaw. "She needs to know her place."

★

7 years later...

The corridors of the mansion stretched out before you, each step echoing the weight of my uncertainty. Ever since your father had succumbed to Alzheimer's and the grip of illness, Steve had ascended as the new head of your family's sprawling mafia empire.

It was a shift that had altered the dynamics of your life in ways you couldn't have imagined. With hesitant determination, you made my way toward Steve's office, a heaviness in my chest that seemed to grow with each passing moment.

Even if he didn't love you, you were still determined to try even if it would take a million years so like every day you brought him lunch even though you knew he was probably going to reject it.

As you approached the slightly afar door, fragments of conversation reached my ears, stealing my breath away. "...marrying her off to Jason Storm," Steve's voice cut through the air, a sentence that hit like a sledgehammer to your heart.

Jason Storm – a name that carried a reputation that curdled your stomach. A man who was known for his cruelty, a vicious cycle of abusing his wives. The realization struck you like a bolt of lightning – your life, your choices, was being manipulated for the sake of getting rid of you.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you stumbled away from the door, your world crumbling around you. The bitterness of the truth tasted like betrayal, a sharp reminder that in this world of shadows and secrets, your well-being mattered little in the grand scheme of things.

You found yourself outside, the cool air doing little to quell the turmoil within you. The weight of your emotions was suffocating, and the façade you had tried to maintain for so long was crumbling. Your sobs echoed through the empty corridor as you leaned against the wall, your heart aching for the love and compassion you had always hoped to find within your own family.

Amidst the darkness of my despair, a voice cut through the haze – a voice you recognized as James Barnes, a name that held a sense of familiarity and warmth. "You can't do this, Steve." Bucky's words were fierce, laden with conviction.

His presence was a surprise, a glimmer of hope in the darkness that had enveloped you. You wiped your tears away as you listened intently, your heart pounding in your chest. "Why not?" Steve's voice was tinged with a coldness that had become all too familiar. "Because it's wrong, Steve. You can't marry her off to a man like Jason Storm. You know what he does to his wives,"

Bucky's words were like a lifeline, a lifeline that you had never expected to find. Steve's retort was sharp, but Bucky's resolve didn't waver. "You want to marry her, then?" At that moment, you felt a spark of something deep within you, a flicker of hope that perhaps someone was willing to stand up for you, to see you as more than just a pawn in a dangerous game.

Bucky's voice held a determination that cut through the tension. "No, that's not what I meant." And then the words that would change everything hung in the air – words that carried a mix of motives that I couldn't fully comprehend.

"Actually, I will," Bucky declared. But in Bucky's heart, he didn't want to marry you, but marrying you would be a disguise for his parents to stop nagging him while he was off with whores.

As the weight of the conversation continued to hang heavy in the air, the office door swung open, revealing Steve and Bucky. You sat there, tears glistening in your eyes, vulnerable in your moment of despair. Steve's scowl deepened as his eyes met yours, and without a word, he turned and walked away, leaving you to wrestle with your emotions alone. Bucky; however, spared you a quick smile before quickly following Steve.

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Dark Signs

Astarion x F! Dark Urge, Set in Act 1

18+ violence, death, dark urge shenanigans, pining, complicated feelings, heavy petting, blood drinking, fingering (f!), thigh riding, restraint, oral (f!), menstruating, Astarion being a freak, tenderness

After killing Alfira in her sleep, she can't help but seek him out...

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"You know, I dont really even care that you killed her," he laughs, eyes unburdened.

The blood still in her hair, she stared at him. A deep and festering war inside her mind at his words.

The poor girl hours dead, she couldn't bear to hide her, to run from what she had done. So she left her there, stared at her beautiful corpse until morning. Until the others woke and discovered her sin.

The rage and disgust in their words, in their hearts were shockingly short lived. Forgiving her too easily. Of all of the transgressions, that scared her the most. They still trusted her, still relied on her.

"Well," She shoved all of her thoughts further down her throat. "I feel terrible about it."

He was the only one she hadn't spoken to about her urges. Had broached the subject with everyone else in camp, if only to ready them. There's something inside me, something that demands blood. They hadn't understood naturally, the gravity of the situation lost on them. But at least they were warned.

Having precious little chance to talk, with him being rather closed off, she hadn't had a chance to alert him.

I am a weapon, dont get closer than you need to.

But his words now, the lack of judgment, the lack of care in his eyes. It... comforted her, despite herself.

She should be punished, in words and coldness, abandonedment. Hells even death, and yet...

Why aren't you afraid of me?

The merriment and spirits floated, the tiefling refugees chattering happily. Not allowing herself any inebriation, she smiled at Halsin. Encouraged him to mingle, to have fun. Leaning in, her hand on his arm to be heard over the revelry.

Feeling the prickle of eyes on her neck, she looked up.

Crimson eyes beckoning to her.

Feeling her stomach flip she turned back to Halsin, letting an easy smile on her face as he reassured her.

No, not this. Not him.

Traveling together since that awful night, she had found herself... fascinated by him.

She had managed to stifle her feelings, keeping her yearning close to her chest. But Gods was it there.

Keeping him in her party he was unavoidable. She had considered leaving him at camp if just to see him less, but he was too good at what he does.

The way his nimble hands would twist when she needed assistance with a locked chest. Drawling voice at her back as they walked. His arrows coming down on high to strike through the chest of an enemy prey right in front of her.

She had touched herself to that memory in her tent only nights ago.

Steeling herself, she approached. Hells, what did he want?

"You know, I never saw myself a hero." He started, wine bottle sloshing in his hand. She eyed it, realizing that he can drink. Assumed that he could only drink blood. Felt another shiver at the thought. She would like to drink his blood for a change.

"But now that I'm here, I hate it. This is awful."

She laughed, surprised. Responding before she could stop herself, "Well you got to kill lots of goblins, that was fun." Felt hot shame rise up her collar at her indiscretion.

He smiled, eyes softening. "That was fun, wasnt it."

The roaring in her chest got much louder.

Allowing herself some banter, they chatted. Flirted, even. Throwing lines back and forth, until she had somehow agreed to meet him later. Alone.

She kept her face light and neutral as they parted ways, but the moment her back was turned from him. Panic. Dear Gods, panic.

Oh this was a problem, a multifaceted problem.

She should not be alone with anyone, especially someone so beautiful. He would make such a pretty corpse.

Pacing in her tent she was a mess. She should stay here, dont go. Dont go to him. For the love of all that is good, do not go.

A vision of his eyes when he fed on her, his mouth when he pouts. The way his breeches hugged his hips, the veins in his forearms.

Her tent flapped shut behind her, feet moving swiftly.

"There you are," He purred, stepping from the treeline. Chest bare, hair catching the moonlight.

No words possible, she pulled her tunic off. Hot with need. Taking her chest bindings off in the same motion.

Saw his eyes widen in surprise. "My, eager are we?" He crooned, stepping closer.

"Shut up," She traveled the distance between them. Fingers in his hair, on his hip. Pulling his mouth down to hers. Lips crashing.

She had to get it out or she would erupt.

He groaned into her, lifting her up to push against a nearby tree. Oh he shouldn't be manhandling her like this.

Wrapping her hips around his waist she kissed him hungrily, greedily. The last meal of a woman on the gallows. The one piece of relief she would allow herself.

Hips already grinding into him, seeking. An animal call. Heat. Madness.

Flipping her onto the ground he began pulling her leathers off. Lifting her hips to help him, the bite of small stones against her shoulders bringing her small clarity. Her pelvis ached, her head swimming.

He looked into her eyes, heavy with lust but something else... a twinge, a hint. Fear, she realized.

Her heart sank, he could feel it. The madness inside her. Slowing, she trailed her hand tender to his cheek.

Looking at her again, his eyes widened. She bared her neck to him.

Leaning down on his forearms, he sank into her. The cold chill welcome against her feverish skin. Trailing a tentative hand into his hair. Her long nails scratching lightly.

A quiet moan into her wound. Felt him shiver against her. Encouragement.

Hand still in his hair she let her other hand slip onto his neck, touching lightly. Trailing up to his ear.

Immediate, he bit down hard on her. Hips grinding against her thigh.

The heat rising again she ran her thumb along the long point, in awe. He groaned into her, wrapping his arms around her waist he hitched her up to him. Chest to chest, straddling. Him still pulling from her neck.

"Oh Gods," She moaned quietly. The hazy miasma of lust overwhelming her again. Hips ablaze, grinding into his cold thigh. The leather of his breeches soaking.

His hand gripped her ass, pulling her harder into his leg. Heard a low growl from his chest.

Panting, she rode against him. His sharp mouth still pinning her in place against him. The slick pressure in her pelvis rising. Hands reaching for his chest, his back, something, anything to ground herself.

His pale ones, quick as lightning, found her wrists. Pulling them against her lower back, snaring them down in one hand. Her eyes hitched back. Yes, restrain me.

Still riding into him, she felt herself getting lightheaded. Though it wasn't unwelcome, Gods, anything to empty her head, knew she was losing too much blood.

"Astarion, stop," She breathed. He groaned into her flesh, still pulling.

Wrapping her thighs strong around his leg, she squeezed as hard as she could. Trying to pull him from his trance.

With the last of her strength she bit him, hard, on the shoulder. Muffled her own moan when she realized she had drawn blood. Her own blood spilling back into her mouth. Oh no, oh fuck.

He pulled off of her, gasping. The pain waking him. Looked, shocked and ashamed, into her eyes. "I'm sorry, Caron."

Hearing her name, her chosen name, her eyes watered. No, she didn't want to hurt him. She could stop.

"I'm okay," She reassured tiredly, the ever present headache receding slightly at the bloodshed. "Are you okay?" She added quietly.

He blinked at her, eyes layered in many emotions. None she could pick out with certainty.

"Darling, I'm splendid." He drawled, lying, she could tell. "Now, if you dont mind I'd like to finish ravaging you."

Confusion spiked through her. Certain that they were done, the spell thoroughly broken.

"Wait," She whispered, as his hands slid to her core. He paused, eyes searching hers.

"You dont have to, I'm okay to stop." She looked into his eyes, hoping her sincerity reached him.

Saw him swallow, eyes wavering for a moment, then coming back.

"Lay back, sweet thing." He hushed, urging her gently onto her back again. Pushing her thighs apart to accommodate him. Sliding down between them.

She sighed as she felt his breath against her thigh, letting her head fall back. Her body responding once again. Realized that the nausea backed away when he touched her. The pain, though still present, distant.

Felt a tear of relief slide down her face, glad he was too far down her body to see it.

Heard a small gasp and looked up, panicked. "Oh," He breathed, fingers swiping up her, holding them to the light. Blood.

She had started her cycle it seemed. Groaning, getting up onto elbows, about to start cleaning up. His eyes flashed.

"Dont you dare," Felt a thrill in her chest, his fingers entering his mouth. Tongue splaying, twisting along his hand. Lost in it.

She clenched, pulsing, against nothing. Her breath hot little gasps.

"This is a gift." He marveled, leaning back down. Moaned at the fresh blood her pulsing had pushed out.

Mouth crushing into her without warning. His tongue working in frenzy. Taking as much of her in as he could.

She moaned loud, arched against him. Hips already squirming.

He hooked his arms around her thighs to keep her from retreating. Slurping, suckling. Tongue crushed velvet, hot, seeking.

When he clamped down around her clit, tongue pulsing, she thought she was dying. Stars blooming behind her eyes. Body going rigid.

One hand coming down on the skin below her navel, flat, a gentle hold.

"Fingers," She whimpered out, his mouth driving her to the brink. But still she needed more.

"What was that, darling?" He mused, lifted to look at her. Gore-dripped mouth smiling.

Oh Gods, the heat. The bloodlust.

"Put your fingers in me. Now." Her voice unrecognizable to her. Low, demanding.

His eyes flashed again, pupils widening. Jaw tightening. Looking down at her like prey.

Oh only if he knew.

His two fingers slid inside her, eyes still trained on hers. Watching her head lean back, hips rising. Watched her shiver as he hooked his fingers. Smiling like a fox that caught a rabbit.

Satisfied, he leaned his mouth back down to his work. Fingers still pulling, slowly.

When the dual sensations hit her, his hungry mouth, his clever fingers, she writhed and whimpered. Hands in his hair, trying her hardest not to pull.

Her body was so tender, every touch tenfold, her cycle thoroughly started. Pinching her sensitive nipple. Clenched down hard on his fingers, pushing out more blood slick. Felt his growl reverberate against her. Tongue lapping around his fingers.

Oh she was close, her limbs feverish. The viper coiled, about to strike.

Her mind flooded. A dagger, plunging. An arterial wave of blood. Them, twisted into eachother, gore smeared. Straddled over their prey. His fingers pushing the viscera inside her.

She shrieked against him. Her end hitting her like an impaling spear. Hands gripping his hair. Arching her back so hard she heard a crack. Eyes screwed shut tight. Vicous waves of annihilating pleasure.

He eagerly lapped up all of the creamy blood slick that poured out of her, rubbing her clit, encouraging more.

She bucked against his hand, clenching again and again. His mouth catching it all.

She fell back, collapsing into the earth. All thoughts, all threatening, gone from her mind.

The night air heavy with their pheromones, the blood. Both smells intoxicating her. A spike of shame.

Well, almost all thoughts.

"Why aren't you afraid of me?"

It had slipped out, a near whisper, before she could stop herself.

He had laid down next to her, looked over at her now. Eyebrows threaded together, confused. Shit.

Stared at her for a moment then he laughed, face relaxing. "Oh please, you killed someone. Darling, I think you forget you're in the presence of a monster." Leaned down to draw little circles on her sternum. "You're not the only one who craves blood around here."

"You're not a monster."

He looked up at her, his eyes round. Soft. Her heart fluttered. Then they settled back into their guard.

"Common minds would disagree." Smiled at her, head tilting. "But you're not common, are you?"

Now she laughed, snorting. Everything about this so funny suddenly. Two killers seeking eachother in the grass.

He laughed with her, her light seeming to overcome him.

"Gods we should kill someone together."

She laughed even harder, falling into him.

~

Part 2

#very much inspired by the durge playthrough im doing rn. their romance is so Interesting #my girl tries So Hard to be good #astarion smut #astarion x dark urge #astarion x tav #lyrics by: dark signs - sleep token

[poppyseed1031]

Melting - Chapter 4

Neteyam X F reader, aged up!

Emotionally guarded reader, pining, sexual thoughts, slow burn, kiss! Angst

AN/ I'm so sorry for the long time in between chapters! Lots has been going on, but the series is still going!

It had been weeks since that morning at your hut, and Neteyam was hooked. Every inch of him, every fiber of his being was consumed by you. You were so different than what people thought and said, underneath the cold shoulders, the bared teeth, and the hisses, was a soft, kind woman who was just begging for love, to be accepted, to be seen.

And Neteyam saw you.

He sat in a group of his friends at the clans communal lunch, absent-mindededly shoving bits of food in his mouth as his eyes darted around in search of you.

"Looking for your demon?" Tonu asked with a shove to Neteyams shoulder, he turned and hissed at his friend, "Do not call her that, she is not a demon!" He growled. But he was looking for you, the two of you had developed somewhat of a routine, he'd come to your hut every morning, his feet guiding him there even if he had duties to attend to, his desire for you raging above everything else. You'd meet him at the door with a breathtaking grin that made him fall over his feet as you held open the flap to your home and ushered him to sit as you showed what you had decided to make for breakfast that morning, but not this morning. When he showed up at your home the flap was closed and you were nowhere to be seen. He had called your name several times before poking his head in just a bit to see if maybe you had overslept, but no, you just weren't home. Worry had started to fester immediately, and instead of pacing in front of your home and waiting like he wanted to, Neteyam forced himself to the clans breakfast and decided fo wait for you. You'd pop up, right? But you didn't, and morning turned to afternoon.

His friends all sat around him chatting absent-mindededly, shooting him confused glances as he continued to ignore the conversation.

"Neteyam." He about jumped out of his skin at the sound of his fathers voice behind him. Turning around he tilted his head up to see Jake, hands on his hips and a scowl on his face. "Yes dad?" He asked, standing up quickly. "I need you to come with me." Was all his father said before turning on his heel and walking away. Neteyam's ears flickered in slight irritation as he scrambled up and followed after, tossing one last look around for you, still no luck.

Neteyam followed his father into the war planning tent and stopped short when he saw you. His heart stuttered in his chest the way it did whenever he laid eyes on you, but he furrowed his brows in concern this time. You had a scowl on your face, ears downturned and pressed flat, hugging the curve of your skull, and your arms were wrapped around yourself in a protective way, nails digging into the flesh on your sides.

"What's going on?" He asked, anxiety building in his chest as your golden eyes shot to him. "I have great news Neteyam." His attention was turned to his father, who was grinning. Neteyam almost felt the need to rub his eyes and give himself a pinch, he hasn't seen that look on his fathers face for a long time.

His confusion doubled as he looked between you and his father, but before he could ask a question Jake cut him off, " The humans are gone!" He boomed happily, clapping a hand on Neteyams shoulder and shaking lightly. "Gone? What? Then why?..." Neteyam trailed off, looking at you again, you pursed your lips and shook your head, darting your eyes from him to the floor.       " They packed up and left, all bases have been abandoned, all facilities, trains, everything is shut down," his father turned to you then, placing his hands gently on your stiff shoulders, "this is real, Y/N, we can breathe again, you saw with your own eyes." Neteyams ears perked at that, you saw? His dad turned to him again, looking between them and smiled Wide. "Now go. Go enjoy this. No duties or chores for awhile, the news will spread." As soon as the final word was out you were rushing out of then tent, and Neteyam followed, he jogged after you and pulled you to a gentle stop, grimacing at how tight your muscles were under his fingertips. "What's the matter?" He murmured softly, trying to tug you into him to no avail as you remained stiff and rigid. You were silent for a few moments before looking up at him with frenzied eyes. " I don't belive they just up and left! And your father is ridiculous is he thinks they did!" Your voice was a low growl, "Neteyam please, think about it, we just attacked another supply train of theirs, they have never so much as ceased fire, why all of a sudden would they abandon ship?" Your voice shook with fear as you gripped his biceps, imploring him to listen to you, and his heart broke. Neteyam cursed the sky people, those demons, for doing this to his people. For doing this to you. To make you question such a good event and have you trembling as you gripped him in fear.  "Hey, hey, calm down, it's okay." He gently peeled your fingers off of him and wrapped his arms  around you, pulling you as tightly against him as he could.

"If we get complacent, they will destroy us." You murmured against his pec and peering up. He grimaced, your words sending a shrill of anxiety through him.

Neteyam held you in the middle of the village like that for awhile, rocking you back and forth in his arms as he whispered soothing things in your ear and nuzzled your hair. You eventually peeled away, much to his disappointment, and looked around. A blush that he took a great thrill in seeing spread over your cheeks as you must of realized you were both openly in public. 

He kept his eyes trained on you, he was finding that, as usual, he couldn't bare the thought of looking away. His heart ached at the thought you might separate for the day, he barely had your attention at all today, he felt like an addict going through withdrawal.

" I made a new loaf this morning... iffff you maybe wanted to come try?" You looked down as you spoke, poking your toes in the soil and swaying your arms around you lightly. Neteyam couldn't stop the grin that flashed across his face, "Of course, sevin, lead the way." He chuckled at your timid little nod, sp different from the woman you presented to him weeks ago, he knew the nickname flustered you and he marveled in the fact.

Hours had passed to quickly in your hut. Neteyam had scarffed down more than half the sweet bread loaf you had made, flying high all the while with every giggle and smile you granted him with. You were standing at your makeshift kitchenette now, tidying things up as he sat and watched. His eyes were glued to your back, tracing down the length of your spine, imagining how soft the skin would feel under his hands, the little dimples at the dip of your back, right above your loincloth band making him pant with need. Restraining himself from pouncing on you was getting more and more difficult, he wanted to bend you every which way, hear you moan and scream his name as he drilled into you, clutch you to him as you writhed and whimpered.

You sighed heavily, breaking him out of his lewd thoughts as you said his name so softly his ears perked and strained to hear it. His tail twitched, he didn't say anything out loud by accident did he?

"I feel guilty. And selfish." You sighed, setting him at ease from his thoughts, but alarm quickly built again and he was quickly up and next to you. "Why flower?" He tucked some stray hairs behind your dropped ear, "I have to admit my worries about the sky people are not completely selfless." Your tail wrapped around your leg as you figited, avoiding his gaze. He ducked his head down a bit searching for your eyes, nudging your cheek with his nose gently. You took a deep breath and peered up through your lashes at him, his tail swayed eagerly at the doe eyed look.

" part of me doesn't want us to be caught of guard, because... well because I don't want anything or anyone to ruin, or prematurely push us apart." Neteyam felt like all the air got knocked out of him at your words. He had to reach behind you to grasp the makeshift counter to steady himself as his knees nearly buckled. His brain couldn't even function, adoration and want, greed, love, filled him, and he wasn't in control of what he did next.

"Eywa paskalìn." He groaned, hand going to grip the nape of your neck and tilt you towards him, effectively locking you into his arms as he brought his lips down to yours and pressed them in a bruising, heated kiss.

@jakesullyfatjuicypeen

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[coffeeheartaddict2]

When life has other plans (15/16)

DéJà Vu

Book: Open Heart (AU)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC Casey Valentine

Rating: Teen

Category: Fluffy angst

Warnings: language, allusions to sexual activity, mentions of abandonment.

Word count: 1926

Summary: Despite all appearing well on the surface, recent and past events still haunt Ethan. A no holds barred discussion with an old friend gives Ethan some perspective and is able to be more open with his feelings with Casey.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry.

Authors note: nearly there everyone- thank you to everyone who has read this far. Hopefully the next AU will be less angsty.

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Work was going well. Tobias slotted in on the team well. He was duly impressed with the skill of Casey. He was relieved that she appeared to be recovering from the effects of the attack. Most of the antidote research was going to be done out of Edenbrook and he was on that project. Moving to Edenbrook meant giving up the Stephanie Hill research but they were in very capable hands.

Things with him and Ethan were going great also. Both men had always missed their friendship but now that they were friends again, how much they had missed had become apparent.

After having their discussion with HR and Naveen, Ethan and Casey on the surface appeared to the outside world to be in a good place also. However there was still a deep wound that was starting to fester. Despite all the therapy, discussion about the abortion, even having an in depth discussion about what contraception they would use going forward and assurances from Casey that she would include Ethan in any decision making going forward, he was still haunted by the recurring dream that Casey was going to abandon him. He thought that after his mother said her final goodbye and that everything was calm the nightmare would go away but they did not. They even haunted him on days that she stayed with him. It was always worse when she was not there of course, her physical presence was the only thing that calmed him and got him back to sleep. Casey would occasionally feel him wake but he would assure her he was fine and then cuddle her, saying I love you, so much before he drifts off back to sleep. Casey knew the key points of Ethan’s chat with Louise but she always let him discuss the events and how he was truly feeling on his terms.

It had being a couple months since Louise’s departure and he was still haunted by the recurring nightmare. It had gotten to a point where Casey was very concerned about Ethan. Casey had a run of late shifts so she generally stayed at hers but when she saw Ethan, he was looking exhausted. She had seen him run on exhaustion before and that was while he was treating Naveen. This time though she could not help but feel there was something else he was hiding however whenever he was questioned as to what was the matter, he kept brushing Casey off. It was a quiet day and Casey was updating a patient chart and Ethan came up beside her. He was the worst she had seen him.

“Something is clearly up Ethan.”

“I am fine, just did not sleep well.”

“Why aren’t you sleeping well? Talk to me Ethan” said Casey, quietly but pleadingly.

“There is nothing wrong Casey. End of discussion.” He says adamantly before walking off.

Casey stood there shook. She knew Ethan was lying and she was concerned that he was not telling her for a reason. Just then Tobias saw a frustrated looking Casey.

“Valentine, what’s up?”

“Nothing to concern you Tobias.” She said before walking off. Tobias was not convinced. He had seen the beginnings of a wall go up and he had noticed the lack of sleep that he had been getting but now it was clear that whatever wall he had started was now impacting his relationship with Casey. He had never seen his friend happier than

what he had been and it saddened him. He knew he had to confront him, much like he did multiple times in medical school, he knew it would be a gamble, but it was one he had to take.

Casey was again working a late shift. Ethan was at home alone, wallowing in the prison of doubt he had created. All of a sudden there was a knock on his door. It shook Ethan out of his stupor. He got up to answer and he was surprised to see Tobias on the other side. He lets him in and offers him a scotch. Tobias accepts.

“What is up Ethan and don’t you dare start your bullshit spiel of how nothing is wrong.”

Ethan was affronted.

“Is it that obvious?” Asked Ethan

“In a word, Yes.” Stated Tobias.

“I am fine…”

“No you are not” interjected Tobias. He took a breath.

“The last time I saw you in this much denial about your feelings was medical school.”

Anger flashed in Ethan’s eyes briefly.

“We are not in medical school I know but why is this feeling so similar Tobias.”

“Because you are being the same emotionally constipated idiot.”

“So shall I expect you to be making a play for Casey huh?”

Tobias slapped him.

“I saw for months you building a war around yourself when things started to get really serious with you and Estelle. I saw and heard the anguish it caused both of you. Try as I might back then, you did not listen or if you did you lived in denial. That conversation that night was the last straw for her. She went to someone who knew what was going on and that was me. And here I am, some many years later and you are repeating the same fucking bullshit Ethan.”

“I am not…”

“Let’s recap shall we? Your girlfriend survives a bio weapon attack, things are great, you are the happiest I have seen you, then all of a sudden your world is turned upside down. Ever since then to me it looks like you have started to build a wall to protect yourself, you are in denial about how you are going and now you are pushing a woman who cares for you very much away. How am I doing?”

Ethan slams his glass down in frustration and starts to cry and then it all spills out.

Ethan told her about how when he was in the Amazon when Casey had found out she was pregnant and how she decided not to tell him, how he found out about it, the conversation he had the next morning and how she said to him that he was only helping her out of obligation. The dream he had after he first saw Louise, how things were going great and how he kept having a recurring dream of Casey abandoning him, even though they had discussed everything going forward. Tobias was stunned.

“Why have you not told Casey about these dreams? Clearly it is eating away at you and creating a problem where there should not be one?”

Ethan thinks for a minute. “I truly do not know. I am scared. Scared that she will think less of me for thinking she will abandon me, he’ll even have another abortion again without telling me…”

“Firstly, I get her not telling you, I mean I would not want to hear that over voicemail but seriously Ethan, why are you self sabotaging yourself again?”

“I am not..”

“Yes, yes you are.” Stated Tobias. “If you were not self sabotaging then Casey would know about these dreams instead of you lying to her and clearly yourself and to answer your other question, No I will not make a play for Casey.”

Ethan did not know what to think. Tobias was right of course, like he was back in medical school but it was still confronting.

“I really am an idiot aren’t I?”

“Well, yes but unlike medical school you have closure on Louise. In a way she has abandoned you again but at least she said goodbye this time, not just upping and leaving with no explanation.”

Ethan took a drink. “And you don’t think Casey will think less of me?”

“She is worried about you buddy, there is no denying that and she wants to be there for you.”

Ethan nods his head in resignation.

“Thank you Tobias.”

“I admit it was a gamble, given our history with chats like this but I am glad I took it.”

Ethan nodded. Both men enjoyed another drink before Tobias left.

Ethan knew what he had to do but it was still harrowing, admitting to the woman he loves that he was having dreams of being abandoned by her but he had to do it. He looked at her schedule. She had a day off after a run of lates. He decided that he would ask her here and take the day off so they could talk. He messaged Naveen that he would be away on that day and messaged Casey asking if she would stay with him the night before to which she agreed.

A few nights later, Ethan was in the office, nervous. He decided to stay back and bring Casey to his house. Also if he stayed at work it meant that he would not drink. Her shift came to an end and they made their way to his apartment. They made their way up and Ethan warmed up some leftovers for dinner.

They sat down and ate. Ethan could see that Casey was exhausted but he decided to come out with everything.

“You are right, I am not ok. Since Louise unceremoniously came and left again I have had a recurring dream. Of being abandoned…abandoned by you. The scenario in each abandonment is different. You go on sabbatical and do not come back, similar to circumstances to Louise leaving me, sometimes taking a child, sometimes not, you have another abortion and not tell me again…”

He starts to cry. “I know we have discussed the abortion, made plans going forward, spent plenty of time in therapy and I still can not shake the dreams.”

Casey stands up and hugs him while he lets his emotions out. It was confronting to hear that Ethan was still having these dreams and thoughts. She knew that seeing Louise had given him closure but still her declining any assistance would be upsetting. In that moment though all she did was thank him for telling her. They head to his room and make love to each other before drifting off to sleep. For the first time in several months Ethan did not have the nightmare. He awoke the next morning, rested, relieved. He cuddles into Casey and she starts to stir. She can feel how hard he is for and he and they have another sweet and slow session. Hunger eventually forces them from bed and Casey makes some pancakes for breakfast.

“I do not know what I can say that will be condescending. I know you are more of an action person, not a word person given your history but you know I will endeavour to show with my actions, not only how much I love you and mean to me but that I am not Louise and not abandon you.”

“I love you so much, I do not know what I did to deserve you.” Says Ethan.

They have a quiet day in. Fully enjoying each other and Ethan hoping that the worse of the nightmares were gone.

A week goes by and Ethan has no more nightmares and it dawns on him that even though he had been abandoned, hurt, he could rebuild and let those people back in. This realization also helped him work on his relationship with Alan. The most relieved people aside from Casey obviously was Naveen and Tobias. Ethan was also happy too and as they entered what would be Casey’s final year of residency, he was confident that he would not again butcher a future chat.

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Authors note 2: so one more chapter of a happy ending. It will take in key points along the final year including g the end of the residency period. Thank you for enduring thus far.

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[dameronscopilot]

I notice you're on a jealousy streak lately. So... what about our Benny Boy getting jealous?

(SAY LESSSSSSSSSSSS are you trying to kill me. )

Jealous Benny Miller (NSFW)

Benjamin "Benny" Miller x f!reader

Benny knows you're his. He really does. He knows you love him more than anything, and he knows without a shadow of doubt that some day—sooner, rather than later—he's going to marry you.

But for all that you can never take your eyes off of him, and for all that you proudly flaunt the fact that he's your boyfriend to anyone that'll listen, he still gets a bit jealous from time to time.

And while you'd normally agree that festering jealousy is a recipe for disaster, the way Benny expresses his feelings happens to be mutually beneficial.

Extremely mutual beneficial.

Content: NSFW 18+, smut, unprotected p in v, creampie, sex in the ocean lol, semi-public sex, oral sex, rimming, anal sex, anal fingering

Although he's taught you plenty at home, occasionally you like to join in on the self defense classes that Benny teaches at the gym, hopping in right alongside his participants. Sometimes you'll find yourself paired up with an overly friendly male partner who takes things a bit too far in an attempt to give you a hands on demonstration of the moves that Benny is showing at the front of the room. At that point, Benny likes to gracefully cut in, running his hands along your body in a borderline indecent way as he demonstrates the proper move (followed by a cheerful, "By the way, everyone, this is my girlfriend!")

(Afterward, once the session has ended, and you're both tired and sweating, Benny will pull you into a shower stall, not even bothering to strip off your clothes. As your nipples begin to stiffen under the thin, slick fabric of your sports bra, he'll push a hand up your soaking wet shorts and push them aside as he pulls out his throbbing cock and begins to slide it through your folds.)

Going to the beach with Benny and the boys is all fun and games until you're left alone sun bathing on a towel as they make their way into the water with a football. And okay, Benny shouldn't be surprised by now that your supple breasts and ass tend to attract more than a few lingering gazes once you're no longer flanked by four men. But when the staring turns to unwelcome conversation (he can tell by the tilt of your sunglasses when you're not pleased), he'll make his way back across the sand to flop down on the towel beside you, scaring off whatever chatterbox was standing near you.

(When gentle kisses along your collarbone turn to hungry ones up your neck as his hand gropes for your ass, Frankie's usually the first to yell at you both to get a goddamn room. And if Benny takes that as his cue to scoop you up into his arms and take off running toward the lapping waves with you, well...nobody needs to know that he's plunging his cock inside of you underwater as you hold onto his shoulders and wrap your legs around his waist.)

Backyard barbeques in the summer are Benny's weakness, mainly because of your tendency to show up to them wearing short, flowy sundresses. Even as the two of you drift in and out of various conversations, Benny's eyes never fail to find you, taking in the way the hem of the dress flits against the backs of your thighs and the way there's always a generous, scooping neckline leading to your breasts.

(And though he'd never make a scene when Santiago's cousins or Frankie's buddies from work try chatting you up with hopes that maybe you've parted ways with the younger Miller brother, Benny likes to sidle up next to you with a large hand protectively wrapped around your waist, his mouth turned upward in a grin as he silently lets the men know that, no, it's not fucking happening.)

(Instead, when you find yourself alone in the kitchen, bent over in the fridge looking for a drink, Benny will come up behind you, his hard shaft pressing against your ass. And you'll discreetly disappear off to the bathroom, where he'll pull down the straps of your dress and lavish your breasts with his lips and tongue. Then he'll turn you around and bend you over the sink, bunching up your dress as he pulls down your underwear and begins to lick his way into your entrance. And afterward, once he's filled your cunt to the brim with cum, he'll pull your underwear back up and give you a suggestive look in the mirror, wondering if you'll feel daring enough that day to try walking back out into the party with his seed threatening to leak down your thighs.)

The first time you let Benny fuck you in the ass was one night after a drunk guy at a bar went on a borderline monologue about how great it looked in the shorts you were wearing. Benny shrugged it off, slapping your ass gently for good measure and going so far as to wink at the guy. But later that night, Benny was like a man starved as he spread your cheeks apart and ran his tongue along your tight, puffy ring of muscle. After easing your hole open with his spit-soaked fingers, he buried his cock in your ass and fucked you into the mattress.

(And he cheekily muttered, "Mine," as he squeezed your cheeks gently after dumping hot ropes of cum inside of your tight channel.)

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[seriowan]

candy bruises - wrecker x f!reader

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⭒ summary: it doesn't take an army to cheer you up - just wrecker, a flower, and a dash of young love ⭒ word count: 3.1k ⭒ cw/tw: (18+) MINORS DNI slight angst in the beginning, fluff, smut: fingering, oral (f!receiving), praise ⭒ song recommendation: like real people do, hozier ; bury me, duendita ⭒ a/n: no, i totally didn't stay up an entire night writing this. i also didn't proofread so we're going in raw, folks. special shoutout to @eloquentmoon who hypes me up and deals with my sleepless hysteria 💀💕 love you breastie!!

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The bluish-purple bruise around your wrist wasn’t permanent. 

   It was a bruise, and like every other bruise that stained your skin, it would fade.

   But the memory behind the bruise would not be so easily forgotten. Even after your skin would return to its normal hue, you would always feel the thick, meaty fingers that latched around your wrist. The tight squeeze that burst the blood vessels underneath the skin. The look on the Imperial’s face when he realized that you were not, in fact, just a meager girl chatting with him at the bar. 

   In that moment, when you felt as if your bones would shatter from the pressure of his squeeze; when your stomach ached as if you swallowed acid and spit it back up, you were so utterly afraid. 

   And it was this fear that nested in your gut. Lingering. Festering. Consuming every single thought since the mission ended. No matter how hard you tried to think of something else, you would always find your eyes drifting back down to the bruise, fingertips ghosting over the perfect silhouette of four fingers and a thumb.

   The boys and Omega were at the parlor, giving you a few hours of silence to mull over your close call in the safety of a dark, empty ship. The door was propped open, allowing a steady stream of cool air to blow through, drawing goosebumps to your bare legs. 

   An oversized GAR sweater and underwear wasn’t the ideal outfit for a cold night, but you didn’t bother changing. The cold chill was somewhat of a reminder that you were alive. Grounding, even if uncomfortable. 

   Your knees were drawn to your chest as you slouched down in the co-pilot’s seat, staring dazedly at your wrist while outlining the shape of the bruise. You lowered your hands in your lap at the sound of footsteps, turning your face towards the cockpit as if looking out the windows. Heavy boots echoed up the ramp before moving into the ship. You didn’t bother turning; the sweet smell of market-fresh Mantell mix was enough of a hint for you to guess who it was. 

   Giving the chair a gentle spin, Wrecker turned you towards him and crouched down to a knee. Lips curling in a shy smile, he removed his hand from his back, revealing a beautiful yellow flower pinched between his fingers. 

   “Found it on the way here,” he said in a shy mumble, nervously rubbing the back of his head. “I thought it’d maybe cheer you up a bit.” 

   You bit your quivering lip, lowering your feet down to the ground before leaning over to gently take the flower. It was beautiful, vibrant and colorful and so much like Wrecker. 

   Though you thought it to be impossible, Wrecker somehow managed to make you smile. 

   His face brightened instantly. Brushing a strand of hair from your face, he plucked the flower from your fingers and tucked it behind your ear. A fingertip curled underneath your chin, tipping your head up and tilting it as if to take in your beauty. 

   You flushed pink and pressed your lips together, hiding an absolutely flustered grin. When he arched his brow, quietly challenging you, you rolled your eyes and finally gave in, smiling as far as you could go until your cheeks hurt. 

   “There it is,” he sang teasingly, cupping the side of your face as he ran his thumb across your cheekbone. “There’s my favorite smile.” 

   You cupped his hand and kissed his palm before nestling your cheek into it. As you moved, your sleeve slipped down your arm, exposing the dark bruise that made yours and Wrecker’s smiles disappear. His brow furrowed, the muscle in his jaw twitching as he clenched his teeth. 

   You clamped your hand over your wrist and pulled it to your chest, turning your head away with a grimace.

   After a brief pause, Wrecker tenderly cupped the side of your face and turned it back towards him. 

   “You don’t have to feel bad,” he said softly, taking your hands in his own and resting them on your lap. Assurance sat heavily in his gaze as his thumbs grazed over your knuckles. “That Imperial knew somethin’ was up from the beginning. Baby, we all mess up sometimes. Kriff, I mess up all the time, but we still pull through, right? Besides, the mission’s not all that important.” 

   He took your hand, careful to avoid touching the bruise as he raised it to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your inner wrist. 

   “You are.” 

   Wrecker offered you a shy smile that reached his eyes, creasing the corners ever so delicately. It’s the kind of smile that he reserves just for you — soft and gentle and loving in a way that you could never fathom. You couldn’t understand how kindhearted he could be after everything he went through — from the war to Crosshair’s absence, even to the guilt he carried from Bracca, nothing ever seemed to dismiss the warmth behind those gentle eyes. 

   It was a peculiar thing to call Wrecker gentle. To any other person, he was too loud; too destructive; too impulsive, and brash. His size was intimidating, threatening to those who stood on the other end of his blaster. His gravelly voice — a frightening weapon that could cause any opponent to second guess taking him on in a fight. 

   But to you, he was everything. Loving. Caring. Protective. Devoted. 

   His arms were your sanctuary. His kisses, your breath of life. His laughter may have been loud enough to rattle the walls, but it was also enough to make you bloom even on your darkest days. Wrecker was unique in every which way, but every vice, every virtue, all the cracks and blemishes and beautiful pieces… they were all him. 

   Every single piece of him that the universe had to offer was a piece of him that you loved. 

   In turn, he was there to love every single little piece of you. The parts of you that felt fear, anger, resentment. The piece of you that tried to hold back tears whenever he or his brothers got hurt. The pieces of you that were devoted to caring for Omega as if she was your own. He loved the laugh that you always tried to hide behind your hand and the embarrassing way your cheeks and ears would turn pink at every minor inconvenience. Your clumsiness and terrible jokes were his favorites. Enthusiastic stories and bursts of energy were like music to his ears. He adored the fact that you couldn’t sleep at night without kissing him once on the nose and forehead, insisting it was a good luck tradition. He memorized you like you were a poem, reading in between the lines to catch every emotion, every high and low. 

   All of the love, every shred of him that swelled with pride and joy when he looked at you, could be summed up with a single look; a single smile that made his eyes twinkle. 

   And by the gods did that smile make you fall in love with him all over again. 

   Your bruise became a thing of the past. Fear and anxiousness soothed down to comfort; a relief that you were no longer alone and with someone who understood. 

   Wrecker took your hands and stood, effortlessly pulling you to your feet. You couldn’t stop smiling as he smoothly spun you around and dipped you backward. The two of you settled into a gentle sway from side to side, holding one another’s gaze in the beautiful silence. He bent down, pressing his forehead to yours just to feel you relax completely in his arms. 

   You tilted your head, pressing the tip of your nose to his. 

   “You’re sneaky, y’know that?”

   “Not sure what you mean,” he said innocently, lips brushing against your own. After a heartbeat of silence, he spoke in a whisper. “I don’t like seeing you sad.” 

   You stopped dancing, pulling your head back just enough to see the worried expression on his face. His eyes searched yours, flickering back and forth before darting to your lips. He swallowed thickly and wet his lips — a simple action that sent a swarm of butterflies through your gut. 

   Without a word, you took a step back… and another… and another, pulling Wrecker by his hand until you reached the co-pilot’s seat. With a finger against his chest, you gently nudged him into the seat before crawling on his lap. Back against his chest, he wrapped a secure arm around your waist while the other settled on your thigh, drawing invisible hearts on your goosepimpled skin. 

   With a sigh, you laid your head on his shoulder and melted against his chest, surrendering yourself to the safety of his hold. Wrecker’s arm around your waist seemed to tighten when you grabbed his roaming hand and began to pull it closer towards your inner thigh. 

   “I’m not sad,” you quietly breathed, eyes fluttering shut at the pleased rumble that vibrated through his chest. “Not anymore. Not when you’re here with me… touching me…” 

   You guided his fingers underneath the hem of your sweater, biting your lip when the tip of his middle finger grazed your clothed pussy. Another swallow. Another sharp inhale, followed by a slow exhale. You felt his chest rise and fall underneath you; his breath, fanning across your neck as he bent his head and began to kiss the sensitive spot below your ear. 

   The second you pulled your hand away, he tightened his hold around your waist as if to permanently cement you to his chest. The other hand, hidden underneath your sweater, gently pushed aside your panties, teasing a finger through your folds.  

   You sucked in a shaky breath and wedged your bottom lip between your teeth, tilting your head to give Wrecker better access to your neck. His kisses became wet and open-mouthed, growing in their fervency as he started to gain momentum. When his fingers were greeted with a slick warmth, he smiled into your neck.

    “Looks like someone’s happy to see me.” 

   You were too invested in the single finger slowly curling around your clit to answer. It was as if he was purposefully avoiding any further stimulation to make room for the question, “You sure you want this?” 

   “Yes,” you whimpered, clenching the muscles in your thighs when his middle finger traveled down to your entrance. “Gods yes, Wrecker. J-Just please, please make me feel good-” 

   “Shhh.” He briefly sucked your neck before dragging his tongue over the growing lovebite. “You don’t have to beg, princess. I’ll give you whatever you want if you just ask.” 

   Fuck, you were growing lightheaded and he hadn’t even put a finger inside of you yet. Biting your lip, you arched your back, pleased to feel his arm tensing around your waist. Instinctive, like he was afraid you were going to leave. 

   You willed your taut muscles to relax before slowly slouching against his chest. Nuzzling his nose underneath your ear, he made himself comfortable by slinking further down the seat, giving him room to spread his legs. With a quick adjustment of your hips, you parted your thighs a bit wider, earning a deep-chested chuckle.

   “Good girl.” 

   Flutters wracked through your gut, shooting down to your cunt just as Wrecker slipped his finger into your warmth. A pleased yet relieved sigh fell from your lips. You rocked your head back, holding onto him with one arm while the other snaked under your shirt to grope your breast. Grinding his palm against your clit, Wrecker pump his finger in and out, burying it down to the knuckle and curling against your g-spot each time. One of Wrecker’s fingers was as wide as two of your own, filling you just enough to feel nothing but bliss. 

   The steady rub of his palm against your clit was tame at first. Sensual. Slow and steady, just enough to drag out your pleasure until you were dripping onto his armor. He kept lazily dragging his finger in and out of your folds before the ache between your thighs became a needy pulse. 

   While he was quick to work you open, drawing soft mewls and hitched breaths, his tongue continued laying its claim along your neck. He kissed, sucked, and bit to his heart’s content, muttering the soft praise, “Kriff, you taste so sweet,” under his breath.

   “I taste even better here,” you panted, swirling your fingertip around your clit. 

   Wrecker immediately paused, removing his finger from your cunt. 

   “Yeah?” 

   Without a second of hesitation, he took your hand in his own and swiped your finger through your soaked folds. You craned your neck, holding his intense gaze as he raised your slick-coated finger to his mouth and wrapped his lips around it, giving it a good and hard suck. Tongue swiveling around your digit, he let go with a pop, but not before licking a stripe from knuckle to fingertip. 

   You were stunned into silence, frozen with wide eyes and an open mouth. 

   “You’re right,” he smirked, cocking his head to the side while is wolfish gaze dragged down your body. “You taste like candy, mesh’la.” 

   It took every ounce of willpower to refrain from collapsing as you stood and traded one chair for the other. Wrecker broke eye contact with you when you pulled your sweater over your head and tossed it to the floor, dragging your panties down soon after. Sinking into the seat, you opened your legs and curled a finger. 

   “Come here, baby,” you purred. 

   Lust glossed over his face. Curtly wetting his lips, he slid from the chair to his knees and sat before you with eyes of burning adoration. Large, calloused hands caressed up your legs, marking a path that was followed by his lips. 

   A kiss on the ankle, tender and delicate. 

   “Pretty, just like that flower in your hair, right princess?”

   A kiss on your shin, lingering just long enough for him to breathe in the sweet smell of your skin. 

   “You gonna be a good girl for me?”

   A kiss on your knee, open-mouthed and wet — a sign of his barely-contained desire to ravage you. 

   "So karkin' beautiful."

   You couldn’t help but moan. 

   When he got to your thigh, the kisses became sharper, faster, sloppy and impatient. He nibbled on the skin, sucking just enough to leave a wet trail of cherry-red hickies that inched higher and higher, closer and closer towards your throbbing heat, teasing the skill of his tongue and the forceful suck of his lips.

   Massive hands engulfed your hips, nudging your ass farther down the seat. He took a good long look at your cunt before peppering kisses right around it.  Hooking your legs over his shoulders, Wrecker made sure to lock eyes with you while he lowered his head. He flashed you a smirk just before burrowing his face between your thighs, desperately pulling, kneading, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh of your thighs. 

   Tingles shot down your legs as his tongue flicked across your swollen clit without abandon. Sweat glistened all over your body, brought by the heat in your abdomen. You clenched the armrests with white knuckles, chest heaving as you panted for air. 

   “Just like that…” 

   “You’re doing good, baby…” 

   “Jus’ a little longer…” 

      With each flat drag of his tongue, every sharp suck to your clit, each long stripe licked to and fro across your heat, you felt the pressure begin to overflow. The muscles in your cunt clenched, bidding Wrecker’s tongue to slip into your heat. The knot tightened even harder as he fucked you with his tongue, driving you to whimpering moans and wails that echoed out the open door and into the empty hangar. 

   As blissful as it was for you, Wrecker looked just as disheveled kneeling between your thighs. Eyes shut, he ravaged you with satisfaction, eating you for his and your pleasure. He had a slight sway to his hips as if grinding against nothing would alleviate the delightful pressure brought on by the taste of your pussy. 

   Moaning into your cunt sent tingling vibrations straight to your clit. Your back arched and you let out a deep gasp when the muscles in your abdomen and thighs contracted. 

   As your orgasm inched towards its peak, Wrecker's need became insatiable. His hands were now permanently clenching your sides, forcing your writhing hips to stay still while your legs clenched around his head. A deep moan rumbled from his chest as you ground your clit against his tongue. 

   The second he gave your nub a teasing nibble, you were instantly elevated towards your soul-shattering orgasm. Your eyes clenched shut, mouth dropping open as you cried out Wrecker’s name. He mercilessly looped his arms around your thighs, greedily lapping up your release. Your trembling thighs tightened around his head, hips buckling while you rode out your orgasm on Wrecker’s tongue. 

   You sat back in the seat with an exasperated sigh, overcome with exhaustion. Wrecker’s chin and lips were glossy before he dragged his tongue across his lips, savoring your taste once more. With a smirk, he looped your legs around his waist and stood, bringing you up with him. 

   You were boneless. Light as a feather. Limp in his arms with a dazed smile on your face and hazy eyes of total bliss. Every muscle felt relaxed, every stressed bone in your body now weightless. Peace washed over you from head to toe, turning you into a ragdoll of post-sex pleasure and satisfaction.

   Wrecker chuckled, setting you down on the edge of his bunk before going to retrieve your sweater.  You slipped it on as soon as you could, saving yourself from the cold that turned your cheeks and nose pink. Wrecker was quick to clean your mess from the cockpit before stripping his armor and joining you in the bunk. He gently took the flower from your hair (which surprisingly hadn’t fallen off) and placed it beside his helmet on the floor.  

   Since the metal bed was wide enough for just one person, you made yourself comfortable on his chest, intertwining your legs together under the scratchy grey blanket. His fingertips slid underneath your sweater, caressing delicate lines between your shoulder blades. The simple gesture was soothing, drawing goosebumps and a fresh wave of fatigue. Heavy eyelids fluttered shut, though you struggled to keep them open. As you drifted in and out of sleep, Wrecker kissed your forehead, lips lingering. 

   “Mesh’la?” 

   “Hmm?” 

   “Love you. Bruises and all.” 

   Large arms wrapped around you and held you just a bit tighter than before. You smiled and shut your eyes, no longer thinking of the bruise, but all of the beautiful bruises that now painted your skin with memories of bliss and love. 

   As sleepy as you were, you sluggishly cupped his cheek and tilted your head, pressing your lips against his for the night’s final kiss. 

   “I love you too, Wrecker.” 

   And by the gods did you mean it. 

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A  R E A L  H E R O | e i g h t

You move to Evergreen for a fresh start, you’ve inherited your grandparents’ place, and then you meet the sweetest guy. But there’s a duality to him, something a bit darker. Then you meet Vigilante, a killer anti-hero who just looks out for the safety of Evergreen, but the dangerous side of him appeals to you more than you care to admit.

》MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT《

Pairing: Vigilante x f!Reader

Rating: Mature; Reader makes a brash decision, mention of murder, blood, the usual when it comes to this group.

Length: 6.2k

p a r t  8  | a m o u r

A/N: No smut in this chapter, only because it’s more story building time, and it’s important! But we may be graced in the next chapter~

You shouldn't have even THOUGHT of doing this in the emotional state you were in, it was wrong and ultimately went back on your conversation of trust, and yet you're the one who would break it first.

You tried to talk yourself out of this the further you walked up to the dirty glass of the abandoned movie store, but there you were as you cupped your hands over your face so you could peer into the setup, barely able to see anything through the random posters plastered all over the place. There had been a series of blurry figures you could make out until you stepped off to the side and found a peeling patch of newspaper that they hadn’t fixed just yet, so you squinted to make out whatever it was you were looking at.

You saw Vij, Peacemaker, and another man in the room, all chatting with one another as they had been packing things up like weapons and such. You were torn inside, wanting to get answers to what they were doing and why Adrian was distancing himself, or you could have relied on him to tell you in his own time. But with him, you never knew if the day you saw him would be your last to see him, you had always worried about his choice of pastime activities, especially last week when he came to you with a broken spirit and a damaged foot, you had an inkling of a hope that maybe he’d take it easy.

It only started to fester deep within you earlier this week, and despite the things you said to Adrian the last time you saw him and bandaged his foot up properly, he still hadn't confided in you much about anything. His texts were scattered and brief, but he still meant the sweet words he sent to you, but he was obviously distracted to the point there was very little interaction. 

You had even tried to visit him during one of his shifts, but he'd apparently called in due to "having the flu", to which you covered for him immediately and then left the restaurant feeling confused and worried. 

At one point in your deep thoughts and overthinking, you asked Adrian why he had to be dropped off by the blonde woman that night, to which he instantly tensed as you sat beside him on his sofa. 

“Come on, it couldn’t have been that bad. The Seabring break down?”

He took a breath and shrugged uneasily. “Harcourt was nice enough to drive me home because I was thrown in jail, so I didn’t have the car.”

You turned to him and stared wide-eyed. “WHAT?”

“Look, it wasn’t THAT big of a deal! I just tried to throw a garbage can through the police station’s window.”

“Adrian, what the fuck, why?” Your voice raised and you didn’t mean for it to seem like you were yelling at him, but you were so shocked that you couldn’t understand what the hell went through his head. 

He grumbled and sighed. “Leota, one of the people I work with, kept saying how bad Peacemaker’s dad is, how shitty Auggie is, and he IS. Racist piece of shit, he’s always making his life miserable. So she said she wished he was out of the picture so Chris could be happy… So I figured I could make him…go away. He was already in jail, so I figured I’d just deal with it there before he got out.”

“Adrian… you didn’t…” 

“No, I didn’t, I fucked up and didn’t do it.”

You sat there and looked at him as he faced the television, the pain was apparent sketched into his features, so you placed your hand on his shoulder and offered him a smile. “I’m proud that you didn’t do it, babe, you wanted to help your friend and I respect that, but those are his demons to face and he needs to deal with them, no matter how much you wanna help.”

“Yeah, I know, but still…”

You chuckled and leaned your head on his shoulder as you sat in silence with him, but soon after, he said he had to go home, despite you offering him to stay the night. Adrian declined and said he had a lot on his mind that he needed to work on, so you nodded and watched from your window as he left. 

Since that night, you worried for him so much that his friendship with Chris wasn’t exactly normal, though it wasn’t your business. He seemed to be incredibly dedicated, which was a valuable trait in a friend, but you hoped that wasn’t being exploited by the others in this group. As always, you worried, and in return, he worried about you.

But how could he involve you and sacrifice your safety with everything going on? Wouldn't that be absolutely selfish of him to do so? The more he thought about everything that was going on with what he was involved in, the more he wanted to tell you and express his worries, his thoughts, all of it.  It ate away at him that he couldn't tell you, and despite his protests to Harcourt, she scolded him AND Adebayo about involving those closest to them, their safety was important despite how much they wanted to keep them close. Leota reluctantly agreed and felt guilty about sending her wife away, but Adrian almost brushed it under the rug and dealt with the growing dread that sat in the pit of his stomach. He sat in silence sometimes and his thoughts drifted to you and how you would be handling his distance, he knew it was wrong of him, but how else could he tell you to stay away from this whole butterfly ordeal without revealing too much? 

But when he saw you burst through the door of the video shop with that look on your face, he knew something was going to happen and it wouldn’t end well, but he froze to the spot when you glared directly at him as he held a large black container. 

"Adrian you absolute asshole," you spat as you flung the door open. Still, you couldn't get another word in until the man known to be Peacemaker stepped forward, his hand gripped onto a black duffle bag as he looked absolutely confused by your presence. 

"Hey, lady, you got the wrong place of establishment," he said in a slightly raised tone. 

"I don't think I do, because he–" you said while pointing at Adrian– "is just the man I need to talk to."

"You know this crazy chick?" Peacemaker turned to Adrian with a distasteful expression. 

"Uh yeah, she's my girlfriend." Adrian looked over at you and gave you a meek smile and a half-hearted wave.

“No she’s not,” he argued, dismissing Adrain completely.

“Yes, I am.”

The room went silent for a moment. Both John and Peacemaker looked at the brunette man and just stared, mouths hanging open in disbelief.

"There's no way this fucking idiot has a girlfriend," Economos said. 

"And one that hot," Peacemaker mentioned. “Oh, I get it, is she a nerd like you? Met her playing one of your fruity little dungeons and dragons games?” He turned to look over at Adrain, who seemed to be overwhelmed by everything going on.

You turned to look at the man with a scowl on your face. "First off, don't call my boyfriend an idiot," you snapped at the large, bearded man. "And second," you whipped your head toward Peacemaker, "watch your mouth, this isn’t your business."

"You're kinda making it our business when you're busting down the door and yelling at the only people in the room," Peacemaker stated. 

You gave a sigh and shook your head, but you walked up to Adrian with your consistent glare, then pulled him off to the side. "Can I talk to you in private?"

“Vij, we don’t have TIME for this, we have a cow to– SHIT to do!” 

"You shouldn't be here, babe, what if the others come back and see someone they’ve never seen before? They could freak out."

"People freaking out is only a problem for you when it's one of these members of the half-assed Justice League, but when I'm the one freaking out, it's not that bad, right?" Before he could speak, you cut him off. "I don't understand you, Adrian, you're distancing yourself from me and it's not like you at all! I don't mind supporting you with whatever is going on, but you're scaring me…" Your words trailed off and felt almost too embarrassed to admit it. “I don’t know what’s happening with you and I wanna know what’s going on.”

Adrian looked at you and stared, he couldn't come up with an excuse for how you'd been treated, but he also wasn't sure what to really say in front of the others in the room. 

"Sounds like trouble in paradise over there, Vij, she ain't keeping you pussy whipped, is she?" 

When your eyes met the man's, he seemed incredibly unbothered by your poor attempt at intimidation, but you couldn't help the intensity of your hatred after hearing this man only speak a handful of times. 

"I wish Adrian would have warned me about how you can't seem to keep your mouth shut, but I guess I found out the hard way. Now can you shut the hell up?"

"Jeez, you really need to ease up," Peacemaker groaned as he shook his head. “Either way we gotta fuckin’ go and soon, guys, this place is gonna be swarmed any minute now.” 

"Can you guys stop talking about me as if I'm not even here?" Adrian said, the tone in his voice conveying his frustration. "Look, I get that I fucked up and shouldn't have pushed you away, but I can't tell you what's going on here thanks to these guys telling me to keep my mouth shut." He offered you a calm expression and then turned to his friend, who he stared at with much more annoyance. “And can you at least try not to be a dick to her, I don’t care if it’s aimed at me, but fuck dude?”

You glared at Peacemaker and took a step closer to Adrian, feeling the distrust of everyone in the room except for your boyfriend, who just seemed to be wrapped up in all this shit without really knowing what he was getting into. 

“He wouldn’t be in this shit if it weren’t for you,” you pointed at Peacemaker, “ever since you came back he was so happy that ‘his friend was back’, and now, he’s running off doing your bullshit for these clowns.”

“Hey!” Economos complained.

“Look, I don’t know you, for all I know you’re the reason he’s here.”

Peacemaker erupted into a fit of laughter. “Fuckin’ dye beard here couldn’t find his way out of a paper bag and you think he can conduct a mission to kill butterflies?”

Your brow furrowed. “Butterflies?”

Adrian’s eyes widened as he stared at Peacemaker. “Chris, shut UP. Don’t involve her.”

“Why?! What is so damn important that I can’t be involved to the point I don’t know if my boyfriend is alive or not?” You were getting way too worked up to think properly, but you had a suspecting feeling that there was more going on here. “This isn’t just a simple hit mission, is it?” You turned to Adrian and your pleading expression spoke volumes. 

He sighed and looked down, but then leaned in and kissed you softly, one you didn’t want him to pull away from. “I promise you I’m gonna tell you everything, but you gotta trust me, okay? I don’t want shit happening to you… Not again."

How could you stay mad at him when all he wanted to do was keep you safe? It was once again falling under the entire identity thing and if they could use something or someone he loved against him, he'd never forgive himself if you were caught in the middle. 

"Things are getting intense and we gotta go, but I promise I'll be back and we can talk about whatever you want, I swear. I just need you to lay low, the group’s head guy doesn’t want anyone on the outside involved just because it’s not safe. I want you to be safe,” his sentence trailed off and he smiled at you.

“Adi, please, I don’t want you doing this, what if–”

“Promise me. Promise me you won’t get involved in this right now and I’ll tell you everything.”

"Vigilante, you can't just–" Economos began, but Adrian cut him off. 

"No, I owe her that much, you weren't there when she was taken! She needs to stay safe, but she's gotta know."

Peacemaker scoffed and began to shove his guns back into their holsters. "Your funeral." 

You spun to face Peacemaker again and stepped up toward him. "What the fuck is your problem, huh? Are you so spineless that you must demean everyone in this room just to feel like the big tough badass? No one gives a shit, Chris," as you drew out his name, they could hear the venom in your voice. When you stormed off toward the door, Adrian called out to you. You stopped at the door and looked back. 

"I promise." He seemed so sincere, and you wondered just how far that promise would come, so you offered him a small smile and left them in the shop.

Economos felt incredibly uneasy as he stared at the pair of friends as he shifted slightly, and decided he would go and check on Judo Master, their captive that knew about and willingly worked with the butterflies. 

"Ahh shit, he's gone, he's gone! Judo Master is gone!"

Adrian peeked in and looked around, obviously confused. "Judo Master was in here?"

*

You walked to your car as cautiously as you always did, slid into the seat, and locked the doors as soon as you leaned back into the seat. Your hands rested on the steering wheel, but all you could do was stare out the windshield, your gaze set dead ahead as you tried to empty your head of all your thoughts. You trusted your boyfriend, you had even before you knew it, but you definitely didn't trust the people he hung around. 

As you thought of his promise, you couldn't get the fact that Peacemaker had been absolutely shitty toward him regardless of the situation, was he like that all the time with Adrian? His presence made your blood boil as you thought of his smug look, looking down on Adrian in that short amount of time. Your attention was stolen by the sudden burst of the door being flung open with force, the three of them ran to the large RV and piled into it, you watched as they disappeared into the vehicle and closed the door, and your body lurched forward slightly as you couldn’t help but release a sob you’d been holding for some time now. 

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself in annoyance. 

Whatever the case, you took his words into account and drove out of there as fast and legally as you could, because if the place was going to be surrounded, might as well get the hell out of the vicinity in case you got caught and questioned. 

You figured you should get some lunch for home, get some paperwork done for work, and just keep yourself at home before anything got too bad. 

As you pulled into the driveway, your food in hand as you went to unlock the front door, you couldn't help but feel a deep sinking feeling in your gut. You worried about Adrian all the time, but something about the urgency of today and hearing whatever the hell about the butterflies, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of dread. 

You sat cross-legged on the sofa and flipped through channels as you ate your takeout, you stopped on a news channel that had the headline: Captain Locke Press Conference - possible link to Sturphausen and Goff murders. It stated that Christopher Smith, also known as Peacemaker, has the belief that aliens are posing as humans and it's his job to find and kill them. 

"Find and stop the Peacemaker by whatever means necessary." 

Your eyes bulged as you stared in disbelief at the fact there had been a 33-victim massacre at the Glan Tai Bottling Factory, all of which Adrian probably knew about and had possibly gotten his toe injury from all of this. You sat back and almost dropped the container of food as you lost all function of your limbs, you were dumbstruck. 

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK, this isn’t good.” You stood up from your seat and began to pace back and forth, your food was long forgotten as you wondered what you could do before anything had gotten too out of hand, but the real question was should you even get involved when Adrian specifically asked you not to?

You’d been captured and tortured, you had gone down that road and wanted nothing to do with getting caught again, mainly if Vigilante was too preoccupied to save your ass again, you needed to think of a way to help any way you could. The more he associated with Chris, the more danger he was in for getting caught in the crossfire, and if his identity was compromised… You scolded yourself and shook your head, what you were thinking was absolutely insane, you’d barely held a firearm except for the times you practiced with Adrian, but you knew that wouldn’t be enough to save you if things went south.

With a frustrated growl, your fingers slid across your hair as you thought until your head pounded and you couldn’t think straight, so you decided without much hesitation that you’d raid Adrian’s stash of guns and do what you could to make sure he’d live. You owed him that much.

As you drove to his place, you talked to yourself in the car, berating yourself for the choices you were making, you figured that if you went back now he wouldn’t hold it against you. He did his job of keeping things as silent as he could without involving you, despite how he’d gone about it, so he wouldn’t be upset that you wouldn’t be there. But even as you went inside his place, you rifled around his things and grabbed all you could as you strapped his holster to yourself, and you felt as if you could take on an army. You made sure everything was back in its place and properly put away until your eyes swept over the nightstand, where he kept the first photo of you and him that you took when you guys officially started dating. A smile crept across your face and you settled on your plan; you were going to help him no matter what. 

It was a stupid idea to an outsider, sure, you were planning to burst into a facility with no way of knowing who or what you’d come across, but you knew the group Adrian was working with would be there, trained guns for hire, so you’d possibly get lucky and somehow manage to live. 

You walked over to the police scanner, listening in on anything that you could pick up on the whereabouts of the Peacemaker, and with a bit of patience as you turned the dial as slowly as you could, you picked up on an intercepted conversation, the radio static barely allowed you to hear it until you finally set the dial and it was clear as day.

“-the Peacemaker was seen headed north-west down Highway 99 in a Burgundy 2016 Ford Fiesta, two other suspects in the vehicle, possibly Vigilante accompanying them. Calling in a 10-85 to follow to Coverdale Ranch.”

“10-04.”

“Shit,” you huffed and shut off the machine, then you headed out in your car and didn’t look back. You pulled out and began your lengthy drive to Coverdale Ranch, the infinite possibilities of the situation ran wild in your mind, but all you knew is that Adrian could be in heaps of trouble, and you wanted to help him as he had helped you.

Though you had trained with him in the basics of weaponry and self-defense, you couldn’t help but shake the feeling that you’d be more of a burden than an actual help to them, but if you died doing this, you had felt that you wouldn’t regret the choices you made. You’d loved him despite everything, you loved the times you shared, even loved the strange and wild way you both met. Your foot pushed down further onto the pedal, the speed picked up and you would make it, you had to.

*

The field was a bloodbath and you were out of your depth, your hands shaking as you ran past the dead group of people on the ground, blood splattered everywhere as you ran toward the center of the fighting, the gunshots rang louder than you expected and caused you to constantly flinch. You saw the familiar faces of Economos and Harcourt, Economos was on the ground, making his way to the firefight as the blonde woman was shot several times, then she fell to the ground and coughed up a large amount of blood.

Everyone was in a panic and yet they continued to fight until they couldn’t anymore, except you couldn’t see Adrian anywhere, and that’s when you began to panic. Your eyes searched for him frantically as you held your gun as you were taught, but you were pulled out of your search by the scream of a man who bolted right toward you. 

You tensed but eagerly spun to have your barrel meet his face, and with a quick breath and a fast aim, you shot at him and braced for impact. None ever came. Blood spurted from his throat and he collapsed to the ground, his movements slowed until there were none at all, and you couldn’t get over the fact that you killed someone.

‘You knew this would happen if you interfered, there’s no reason to back out now, Adrian needs you. Keep going.’ 

A few more stragglers that made their way to you were easily taken care of, their movements were sporadic and sloppy, so you were able to dodge them by controlling the speed of your feet. You stopped quickly and allowed one of the attackers to swipe at nothing and you watched him tumble over almost comically, then you shot him square between the eyes. You were more confident in your abilities now, but you still wouldn't allow yourself to grow an ego, you needed to focus and be sure to keep yourself alive long enough. 

Your feet took you as fast as they could go toward the group that was gathered in the center of the chaos, Ecomonos had finally reached the halfway point as you booked it past him, and he paid you no mind. Finally, you saw the suit you’d been so well acquainted with, and a wave of relief washed over you. Your feet carried you as quickly as you could manage and you were so close to reaching him, but a shot rang out and you saw that teal and black suit stained red with blood shortly after. 

You couldn't hold back the blood-curdling scream you released as you raised your gun and shot at his attacker, all while Adrian still managed to throw a knife directly at the man at the same time your bullet luckily hit him dead in the eye. 

The skin of your knees was now bruised and slightly bloody as you slid across the soil, rocks be damned, you wouldn't let something happen to him as you crawled to reach him. You could hear that he was still breathing but wasn't as strong as it could be, and when you rolled him over slightly to take a look at him, his suit was all but destroyed, there had been so much blood on your hands when you pulled them away. The sight of it had you almost to the point of hyperventilating because you were already thinking the worst, so you removed his visor and checked him as best as you could without moving him too much. 

Leota had just finished saving Harcourt as she ripped out one of the butterflies from her mouth, and shot it before it could take over her body, then her attention was pulled toward you hovering over Adrian's body. 

"Hey, is he alive?" She asked as she still remained at Emilia's side.

You looked up and stared at her through your teary eyes. "Yes, but barely. I don't know how long he'll be okay… Is she okay?"

Leota stood and looked down at Harcourt then back at you. "For now. We gotta get them out of here, though."

The blonde woman gripped Leota’s arm and shuttered. "Help… Chris," was all Harcourt could muster. 

Leota looked terrified, scared of the fact that they could die at any point and yet they wanted her to leave them there. 

"Go and help, I'll stay here and protect them if I need to." 

The woman looked at you in confusion for a moment. "You're… Adrian's girlfriend, right?" You nodded. "He talks a lot about you, pretty ballsy you bein' here. But you're good people, so here, take this just in case."

She handed you one of her guns and you waved your hand in protest. "I got plenty, you need that, now go and do whatever you need to do."

"Leota!"

Ecomonos had suddenly appeared and rolled a silver Peacemaker helmet toward her, his body now weak as he collapsed onto the soil to rest. You watched them with curiosity as Leota suddenly left and made her way down an eerie-looking entranceway that led underground, leaving you with everyone in an uncomfortable silence.

You hadn't left Adrian's side as you stroked his hair while he slept, all you wanted was to make sure he continued to breathe, so you did what you could with his wounds and put pressure on them as you wrapped them up with whatever you could find. You only left his side long enough to tear off chunks of cloth from the bodies that were scattered around you, you helped out Economos as best as you could without fucking up his leg even further, to which he thanked you. 

"Sorry we sorta ganged up on you back at the video store."

"It's fine," you replied coolly as you made your way back to Adrian's side. "Sorry I yelled at you."

He scoffed and shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose we deserved it. Why are you here though? Shouldn't you be staying as far away from this shit as you possibly can?"

You looked over your boyfriend's face and contemplated for a moment, not quite sure what went through your head while you did all of this. "Honestly, I did it for him. I didn't care what would have happened to me, I just wanted to help him. Even if it killed me." 

John stared at you in what you would assume was awe and possibly even lunacy, but he gave you a small smile in return. "He's lucky to have someone like you. Why you came out here was fucking insane but really brave of you."

You chuckled. "Thanks, man." 

You clung to Adrian and your mind was slightly more at ease, you wanted to believe that he would be okay and that everything would be as it was in a week or two, but you were scared shitless. With any luck, they would finish whatever mission this was and you could all escape the police before they came to collect Peacemaker and company. So long as his breathing continued to remain steady, you would feel okay, you wouldn’t be able to handle it if something went wrong.

A low rumble began steadily beneath your feet, both you and Economos stared at each other, unsure of what the sound was or what you should do, if anything. When the rumble became stronger and more violent, you got to your feet and scooped Adrian in your arms, pulling him from under his arms away from the danger, though you didn't get far. The man was already heavy with the muscle he gained, but with the suit on top of it, it was almost impossible, but you had your burst of adrenaline to thank. Economos crawled further away despite his leg protesting, the shooting pain he felt was unlike anything he'd felt before. When the rumbling slowed and came to a stop, you stood still and gently placed Adrian back down, which caused him to stir.

He grumbled and groaned as his eyes fluttered open, his brown pulled together while his eyesight tried to adjust with no glasses to peer through. But as he looked up, there you were with a smile on your face and worry in your eyes, your face splattered with droplets of blood. 

"Wait, what happened? What are you doing here, babe?" His voice was hoarse and dry.

You knelt back down and placed several kisses on his forehead as you brushed his hair back. "Oh thank fuck, you're okay. Try not to move until we figure out what's going on, okay?"

"How are you here?"

You looked away sheepishly and hummed. "Well, I saw the news, so I went to your place and got some weapons, then overheard on the police scanner that you were spotted coming up this way. I came as fast as I could."

"Shoulda saw her in action, Vij, she was pretty crazy," Economos said matter-of-factly. "She's been by your side since she got here." 

Adrian squinted and looked at you with concern, which wasn't a good look. "You coulda got hurt."

"And you could have died, but I don't care, Adrian. You saved me, I wanted to save you."

He was upset that you didn't listen, all he wanted was for you to be okay and safe, away from all of this nonsense. But overall, he did take Economos's words into consideration; he was pretty lucky to have someone like you.

A sound came from behind you and you all turned to see Peacemaker pulling himself from the wreckage that followed behind him, Leota right behind him. Economos sighed in relief and groaned. 

"You guys are okay, holy shit."

"Get to Harcourt, she's not doing good," you said loudly as you pointed at her, and Chris followed your direction and immediately scooped her into his arms. "Come on, handsome, we gotta get you to the hospital." You stood up and pulled him to his feet gently, the groan that emerged was painful. 

Adrian hobbled one step ahead and almost collapsed again, but you caught him in time. "Come on, I'll be fine, I just need a nap."

"Adrian, no, you're going into the hospital." 

Peacemaker said nothing as he carried the blonde woman who lay unconscious, breathing, but alive. As if it were a cruel joke, several members of the Justice League came to greet them, but the entire group kept moving past them. 

"You're late, you fucking dickheads," Chris complained with a sneer. 

The members looked on in disbelief, but you didn't care, you just needed to get everyone to the hospital, especially before Harcourt didn't have a chance to make it.

*

Vigilante stood there, his hand placing pressure on the gunshot wounds beneath his ribcage, but the way he could barely stand was a cause for worry, yet he didn’t say a word and watched as Harcourt and Economos were carted off to be taken care of. Chris and Leota stood beside you two and it almost felt awkward as you all 

Chris looked over at Vigilante as you continued to hold him up, but he swayed a bit too far and almost toppled over. “Dude, you’re shot. You gotta be admitted.”

Vigilante sighed and shook his head. “I’m fine, seriously. All I need is a good nap.” After a moment of silence, Vigilante fell to the floor with you trying your best to catch him before he did. 

“Can someone help him, please?!” you called out desperately, and your call was answered almost immediately as a group of nurses and doctors swarmed around you both. 

They picked him up and wheeled him into a room with you not far behind, but one of the nurses turned to you and placed a hand in front of you to stop you. 

"I'm sorry, miss, you have to stay out here, okay? Please, we just need to get him into surgery as fast as we can, and as soon as it's finished, we'll call you in."

You wanted to protest, you wanted to be there for him and you wanted to keep that promise, but getting thrown out wouldn't do much good. So you sighed and nodded, then walked back to the waiting room where Peacemaker was sitting. His head was hung low as his elbows rested on his knees, and you had just caught a glimpse of Leota leaving through the front door. 

As much as it pained you to be near him, you sat beside Chris and looked over silently, not wanting to force a conversation. You sighed as you leaned back in the chair and closed your eyes, all you wanted to do was take a breath and not have to worry about anything for at least twenty minutes. Your body relaxed and you felt yourself falling asleep, but Peacemaker looked over at you and cleared his throat.

"Hey uh, I know you didn't have to come to us at the ranch, but thanks for helping," he said gruffly. “Heard you took some guys down.”

Your eyes opened and you turned your head slightly to look at him. "Yeah well, I did it for Adrian, he did it for me." You turned your gaze back toward the help desk and stared at the constant movement until you heard your name called. Your head whipped up and stared at the doctor holding a clipboard as he made eye contact with you, then you made your way to him with a blatant expression of pure worry. 

"Mr. Chase didn't need much done, he just had some sutures, the bullets were removed and everything seems to be going well. He's lost blood from the wounds, but his recovery is miraculous. Did you want to see him?"

"Yes, please." You followed quickly on his heels as he guided you to his room, and of course, he was already awake and moving around in his bed. 

"Mr. Chase, could you please not remove the IV yet?" 

His gaze rested on you and the smile that followed was one you wished to see for the rest of your days. "You're still here!" He said excitedly. 

"Why wouldn't I be?" You turned around and looked over at the doctor. "Can he go home today?"

"Yes, so long as he waits patiently for us to discharge him," he said with emphasis on the last of the sentence. "But I'll come back in a bit once we initiate the paperwork." The doctor left and closed the door behind him, which left you both alone. 

You turned back to him and he was already discarding the IV and the heart monitor, and all you could do was laugh. "Adi, calm down, he said to wait." 

"And I did. I waited until he left the room," he said with a smirk. 

You sucked your teeth and shook your head as you sat down on the edge of the bed beside him, and once you did that, he finally settled down a bit. He looked up at you, his face a tad bit bruised and puffy as he stared at you. When you looked over at him, he couldn't help but smile at you. 

"What?" you asked.

"Nothing, just wish I coulda seen you in action, did those lessons I gave you pay off?" He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked. 

You almost wanted to blush. "Shut up, Adrian. But yeah, gotta say, I was scared as hell, but that adrenaline? Woo boy, really paid off. But I was so fucking scared, Adrian…” You sighed as you reached out for his hand, which he allowed you to take, and you squeezed it gently. “I was so scared you weren’t gonna make it.”

The look of guilt seemed to sink into his features, but you placed your hand on his cheek to have him look at you. “Look, babe, I–”

“Ssh, I don’t care right now, I just wanna enjoy this win, okay? You’re alive and that’s all that matters.” You leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips, slowly being consumed by him until you felt him pushing back, his mouth opened to allow his tongue to caress your bottom lip. You pulled back with a smile. “Adrian, in the hospital room?” You asked, your voice light and playful.

“Sure, why not?”

“Because you just had bullets removed from your body,” you replied with an overwhelmed tone, but you barely fought back against his advances, his hand slid down the front of your shirt, and a small whimper escaped your lips. His devious smile made you want to rethink it, but you had a better idea. “How about,” you began as you pulled his hand down and placed it on your leg, “we get out of here and if you can make it from here to the house, I’ll change my mind.”

His smile only grew. “Deal.”

The television inside the room was on and as soon as Adrian looked up, he patted your arm and pointed. Your eyes followed and you saw Leota at a press conference.

‘A.R.G.U.S. Agent Speaks Out’, the prompt read. “–Which means Christopher Smith never wrote any diary. Both the Peacemaker and the costucrime-fighterhter Vigilante were working in a deep-cover operation for the U.S. government called “Project Butterfly”. This is all part of a black-ops program known as “Task Force X,” where convicted criminals are undertaking dangerous missions for the United States in exchange for time shaved off their sentences.”

You looked back over at Adrian, completely stunned. “Holy shit… that’s… that’s insane.”

Adrian only shrugged and nodded in agreement. “Well, what are you gonna do, a woman in power like that? Does whatever she wants. Glad Leota was on our side.”

“Yeah,” you breathed… “Hey, let’s go home, yeah?”

Adrian smiled and sighed in relief as he was already slipping out of the bed and across the room to grab his things. “I’d like nothing more. But we gotta go my way.”

“Adrian, you’re not–”

“Oh yes, I am.” He gathered all his things and slung them over his shoulder. “You comin’? I’ll catch you, promise.”

You looked over at the large open window and sighed, you shook your head in disbelief. “I guess so, let’s do this.” You walked over toward the window and looked down, the height wasn’t that bad, so you looked up at him and gave him a playful smirk. “You’re lucky I love you, Adrian Chase.” You placed a quick kiss on his lips and didn’t even give him time to process as you jumped from the window and screamed. 

Adrian stood there for a moment in the room and looked back outside as you recovered quickly from the jump, and you stared up at him. “You what?!”

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Wednesday, April 19, 2023

U.S. eavesdropped on U.N. secretary general, leaks reveal (Washington Post) The United States has eavesdropped on United Nations Secretary General António Guterres’s conversations, according to four more leaked documents. One intercepted conversation details Guterres’s “outrage” over being denied a visit to a war-torn region in Ethiopia. Another said that Guterres’ reported that he was “really pissed off” about a surprise public ceremony in honor of International Women’s Day during his March visit to Ukraine. Aides later said Zelensky had sprung the event—which included the presentation of medals to uniformed soldiers—on him without warning and posted photographs and videos of the event that implied the secretary general was congratulating military personnel on one side of the Russia-Ukraine war.

While some students skip college, trade programs are booming (AP) It’s almost 4 p.m. at the Nashville branch of the Tennessee College of Applied Technology, and the students in the auto collision repair night class are just starting their school day. One is sanding the seal off the bed of his 1989 Ford F-350. Another is patiently hammering out a banged-up fender. A third, Cheven Jones, is taking a break from working on his 2003 Lexus IS 300 to chat with some classmates. While almost every sector of higher education has fewer students registering for classes, many trade programs are thriving. Jones and his classmates, seeking certificates and other short-term credentials—not associate degrees—are part of that upswing. Trade programs are often more affordable than a traditional four-year degree, students note, and, for many, skilled trades offer a more obvious path to a job.

Many Older Americans Haven’t Saved Anything for Retirement (Bloomberg) More than a quarter of Americans have no money saved for retirement. That’s according to a new survey from personal finance site Credit Karma, which found older respondents are even less prepared by some measures than their younger counterparts. Nearly one in five people aged 59 and older said they didn’t have a retirement account and 27% of respondents said they haven’t set anything aside for their later years. That compared to a quarter of Gen X respondents.

Antisemitism festers in current US political and social climate, report says (Reuters) The social and political climate in the United States has become fertile ground for antisemitism in recent years, according to a report released on Monday by advocacy group Anti-Defamation League and the Tel Aviv University. Expressions of hatred against Jews have become “mainstreamed and normalized,” and incidents of violence, vandalism, and harassment of Jews have increased, the report said. The report linked the rise of antisemitism to trends such as growing populism, political polarization and an increase in hate crimes nationwide.

Mexico feels the strain as Haitian migrants, caught in limbo, mark time (Reuters) Asylum claims by Haitians in Mexico are on track to hit a record above 50,000 this year, a top official said, further pressuring the country’s already strained migrant services as many begin to contemplate a future there rather than in the United States. In the year’s first three months, 13,631 applied for refugee status, dwarfing claims from other countries and compared to 17,153 in all of 2022, according to data from the Mexican Commission for Refugee Assistance (COMAR). Part of the explanation for the increase may lie in a toughening of U.S. border controls in January that has made it harder for many migrants to cross by land into the United States, together with a parallel U.S. program allowing a monthly quota of Haitians to cross by air. Haitians without sponsors or who have irregularly crossed into Mexico or the United States would not qualify for the latter program, leaving many effectively stranded in Mexico.

Brazil’s welcome of Russian minister prompts US blowback (AP) Russia’s Foreign Minister Sergey Lavrov on Monday expressed gratitude to Brazil for its approach in pushing for an end to hostilities in Ukraine—an effort that has irked both Kyiv and the West, and by afternoon prompted an unusually sharp rebuke from the White House. Brazil’s President Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva has refused to provide weapons to Ukraine while proposing a club of nations including Brazil and China to mediate peace. On Sunday, Lula told reporters in Abu Dhabi that two nations—both Russia and Ukraine—had decided to go to war, and a day earlier in Beijing said the U.S. must stop “stimulating” the continued fighting and start discussing peace. Earlier this month, he suggested Ukraine could cede Crimea to end the war, which the spokesperson for Ukraine’s foreign ministry, Oleg Nikolenko, and others rejected.

Flower power draws crowds to Low Countries (AP) Rain or shine, there is no way to keep budding flowers down. From the world-famous Keukenhof garden in the Netherlands to the magical bluebell Hallerbos forest in Belgium, they are out there again, almost on cue to enthrall, enthuse and soothe the mind. All despite the cold and miserable early spring in this part of Western Europe. The beauty is not lost on tens of thousands of visitors thronging the pathways through the riot of color and fragrances. And if the COVID-19 pandemic left the sights eerily deserted for a few years, the challenge now has become how to manage the masses. Gardeners plant and nurture the staggering 7 million bulbs to ensure visitors who flock to The Keukenhof from around the world all get to see a vibrant spectacle whenever they come during the opening season from March 23-May 14.

Putin rallies his troops with 2nd Ukraine visit in 2 months (AP) Russian President Vladimir Putin on Tuesday visited command posts of the Kremlin’s forces fighting in Ukraine in an apparent effort to rally his troops as the war approaches its 14th month and Kyiv readies a possible counteroffensive with Western-supplied weapons. A video released by the Kremlin and broadcast by Russian state television showed Putin arriving by helicopter at the command post for Russian forces in the southern Kherson region and afterward flying to the headquarters of the Russian National Guard of the eastern Luhansk region.

Killing of jailed lawmaker on live TV puts spotlight on India’s extrajudicial violence (Washington Post) The slaying of a former lawmaker and his brother in police custody in India’s Uttar Pradesh state over the weekend has placed a spotlight on extrajudicial attacks and killings, driven in part by ethnoreligious divisions fomented at the highest levels of government. Assassins posing as journalists shot and killed at point-blank range Atiq Ahmed, 60, a mobster-turned-lawmaker, and his brother Ashraf Ahmed, a former state lawmaker, as they answered questions on live TV Saturday. In the footage, gunmen continue to shoot the men as they slump to the ground. The Ahmeds, members of India’s Muslim minority, were killed amid a huddle of reporters asking questions. Police moved swiftly to restrain the apparent assailants, including at least one who was chanting “Jai Shri Ram,” or “Hail Lord Ram”—a religious phrase that has become a Hindu nationalist slogan, sometimes heard in crowds carrying out attacks on Muslims. Uttar Pradesh, India’s most populous state, has developed a notorious reputation for gangland violence as well as a long history of extrajudicial vigilante violence carried out by local authorities. Under the rule of Yogi Adityanath, the state’s right-wing Hindu nationalist chief minister, Uttar Pradesh has seen a surge in such encounters with police.

21 die in Beijing hospital fire (ABC News) A fire killed at least 21 people at a hospital in Beijing on Tuesday and forced dozens of people to evacuate, Chinese state media reported. As clouds of black smoke billowed into the sky, people trapped in the multistory building apparently tied bedsheets into makeshift ropes and escaped by climbing out windows. Others took refuge by perching on air conditioning units just outside. Emergency crews extinguished the fire, which broke out in the Beijing Changfeng Hospital, and at least 71 patients were rescued.

Bangladesh to pay off Russian nuclear plant loan in Chinese currency (Washington Post) Bangladesh has approved a payment of $318 million to a Russian nuclear power developer using the Chinese yuan, according to a Bangladeshi official. The decision offers the latest instance of countries bypassing the U.S. dollar and using the Chinese currency to conduct international payments.

For Palestinians, holiest Ramadan night starts at checkpoint (AP) For many Palestinians, the journey to one of Islam’s most sacred sites on the holiest night of Ramadan begins in a dust-choked, garbage-strewn maelstrom. Tens of thousands of Palestinian worshippers from across the occupied West Bank on Monday crammed through a military checkpoint leading to Jerusalem to pray at the Al-Aqsa Mosque for Laylat al-Qadr, or the “Night of Destiny,” when Muslims believe that the Quran was revealed to the Prophet Mohammad centuries ago. The noisy, sweaty crowds at Qalandiya checkpoint seem chaotic—but there was a system: women to the right; men to the left. Jerusalem residents here, disabled people there. And the grim-looking men stranded at the corner had endured the long wait only to be turned back altogether. For Palestinian worshippers, praying at the third-holiest site in Islam is a centerpiece of Ramadan. But hundreds of thousands are barred from legally crossing into Jerusalem, with most men under 55 turned away at checkpoints due to Israeli security restrictions.

Religious Pop Star Singing of ‘God and Faith’ Wins Over Secular Israel (NYT) The singer and his songs were highly religious. His concert venue, on a kibbutz developed by secular leftists, was definitely not. His audience of many hundreds? It was somewhere in between: some secular, some devout, an unusual blending of two sections of a divided Israeli society that rarely otherwise mix. Ishay Ribo, 34, is among a crop of young Israeli pop stars from religious backgrounds, some from Jewish settlements in the occupied territories, whose music is attracting more diverse listeners, and featuring prominently in the soundscape of contemporary Israeli life. In less than two decades, religious singers have moved from the cultural fringe to widespread acclaim, “not only among their people, but in all Israel,” said Yoav Kutner, a leading Israeli music critic and radio presenter. Mr. Ribo is perhaps the clearest example of this shift. Forgoing the erotic and the profane, his wholesome songs are often prayers to God—but sung to pop and rock music played by his band of guitarists. “Cause of causes,” he addresses God in one of his biggest hits. “Only you should be thanked for all the days and nights.”

Hospitals and Aid Groups Become Targets as Sudan Fighting Intensifies (NYT) As two rival generals, each with his own army, grappled for power in Sudan on Monday, even hospitals trying to tend to the swelling numbers of wounded were no longer havens. At one overwhelmed medical center, the morning began with shelling. Then, members of a paramilitary force barged inside, ordered newborns and other patients to be evacuated, and began taking up positions, one doctor said. “The hospital turned into a battlefield,” said the doctor, Musab Khojali, an emergency room physician at the Police Hospital in Burri, northeast of the capital, Khartoum. Many other hospitals were also reported to have come under attack on Monday, the third day of fighting in Sudan. The death toll has risen to at least 180, with about 1,800 others injured. Amid growing reports of random violence and looting, concerns grew that the fighting might embroil other nations in the region, including Egypt, which has troops in the country, as well as Chad, Ethiopia and Libya. Russia has also been trying to make inroads in Sudan, and members of the Kremlin-affiliated Wagner private military company are posted there.

#headlines #news

[deviija]

Red Bear’s Annual Skyhold Spooktacular Celebration

(This is a twitter thread adventure that I did for Twitter, but am reposting it here to save it for posterity, and for folks to enjoy.)

Happy All Hallows' Eve, friends of Thedas! 

The moon is rising, the costumed guests are arriving, and the stars have come out to watch the spirits play. Welcome to Red Bear's Annual Skyhold Spooktacular Celebration Day   

 Come inside and enjoy the festivities!

(Come one and all, share your OCs’ costumes for this years’ special spooky day! Whether it is art, moodboards, photos of what they’d wear, moody screenarchery, prose writing descriptions, all is welcome! Share them here and let us all enjoy the creativity and festivities.)

Lace Harding is standing beside the stairs leading up to the entryway, dressed up in a replica of Cassandra’s Seeker attire and a black feathered domino mask over her face. 

She checks your invitations and cheerfully welcomes you inside.

The faint sounds of laughter, glasses clinking, and the murmuring melody of music grows louder as you ascend the steps. Decorations lining the railings and hanging from the rafters. 

 When you pass through the sunburst doors, you are to be greeted by a warm, booming voice.

“My friend! You made it!” Red Bear proceeds to crush you in tight hug that lifts you off your feet, then quickly sets you back down and looks sheepish for his overexcitement. “Come in, come in! We have just started serving the food and refreshments!”

Off to your left, there is a desk with an open guestbook to sign your name in, and even leave a message for the host if you wish.

Dressed up as Grand Duke Reynaud, complete with festering poison wound, is Grim of Bull’s Chargers. You can tell by how talkative he is when serving drinks and taking drink orders.

  *Grunts*

He hands you a tiny menu of drinks and desserts.

There are alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks to choose from, along with some deliciously rich cupcakes and devilishly sweet cakes. 

You can have a seat with your refreshments at one of the nearby tables.

There is also plenty of food cooked and set out upon the rows of tables lining the hall. From roasted vegetable platters, savory soup bisques, to minced meat pies. All prepared by the Spirit Healer himself and his kitchen staff helpers.

As you sit and eat, or drink, or rest and just take in the sights of the decorated hall, the bards entertain with a collection of jaunty thrilling and chilling seasonal songs. Please, relax and enjoy yourself before the costume event begins.

Some couples dance to the festive music, while others merge into clusters of animated silhouettes, gossiping and merrily chatting among themselves. Red Bear’s unmistakable belly laugh can be heard in the background.

With the moonlight streaming through the stained glass windows, the Qunari host clinks his glass to get the room's attention. It is time to share costumed looks! One by one, everyone has a chance to come up and introduce themselves and share their costume and inspiration.

Red Bear introduces himself as Lord Vampire Corram of Grand Forest Villa, Siren of the Hinterlands, Handyman of Redcliffe (but you know, in a spooky way), and a pretty good hobbyist whittler.

After everyone has a chance to share, the time comes for the final tally. Josie, in ornate phoenix gown and masque, hands over a card with a written name upon it. The bards all drum their hands on their lutes. 

 And the winner of this year's annual Spooktacular is... 

 You!

Everyone is welcome to retire to the Herald’s Rest to continue the night’s jubilations and celebrations, with even more dancing and refreshments. 

Stay for the night, stay for the hour, stay as long as you desire! Thank you for attending this year’s Skyhold Spooktacular!

(Hope you enjoyed this silly little adventure thread. I just wanted to do something cute for  friends and the community at my favorite time of year. We could all use some thrilling celebration and spoopy enjoyment. Be safe out there, have lots of fun! Happy Halloween!)

~ F I N 

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[aplaceforthesoul]

Anonymous submitted:

I am super confused, AITA?

I (27 F) have submitted to this blog before years ago and it really helped me to get some perspective so here I am again. Back in 2011 I made some of the first proper friends in art school (Lets call them Kate and Lucy). Before that I was an incredibly lonely teen that mostly had online friends. Due to this online friends are as important to me as irl friends tho I do understand that I do need to socialise face to face every now and then. Anyways, I recently had to end my friendship with Lucy. She had the habit of disappearing for months if not a year without any sort of communication, despite me asking her several times to do so. I gave her a lot of chances and time and I was always super understanding but now that my mom passed away I do not have capacity and it was weighing me down and I wasn't able to give her another chance when I expressed myself towards her despite her telling me that she's actively working on herself rn. I am no stranger to the process of healing and bettering yourself so I told her that I am not in a state of handling potential relapses. Lucy seemed very understanding of this. However, Kate is the actual person that I'm so confused at at the moment. Lucy's behaviour has always bothered us, I decided to end it and Kate didn't. In 2020 right when the pandemic started, I spent a lot of time with Kate playing an MMO. We weren't able to meet up due to the pandemic and even outside of it we couldn't hang out that often because we live rather far apart and have different schedules. I took a break from getting my degree and finally chose to focus on my mental health, a decision that i am super proud of. I know that Kate always looked down on me for that choice as to her I was just 'sitting around and being lazy'. At some point she had to go back to work and couldn't play as much. I understood and continued to play the game. I met a lot of dope people and ended up meeting my current partner (I'll just call him Ian). Since she was busy with work I focused onto playing with other people, especially Ian. It lead to Ian and me entering a relationship. This is the first time I actually fell in love with someone so it's also my first romantic relationship. I ended up spending a lot of time with Ian and Kate got mad at me for this. I understand that she felt neglected and maybe I should have spent a bit more time with her as well but yeah I was freshly in love for the first time. The thing is, she didn't tell me that she was upset. I noticed her cold and standoffish behaviour and kept on asking if there was an issue because I rather communicate and solve it than let it fester. Every time I did that she'd tell me that everything is fine. After 6 months of treating me very coldly, ignoring me in group chats and every effort I did to plan out to hang out again, I was rejected all over and over again. This made me not want to try and interact with her. My breaking point was when she came back to play the MMO and a friend Lana invited me to join them to catching up on content. During that she ignored me and I confronted her again. That was when she fessed up about being upset that I spent more time with my boyfriend. I called her out on her behaviour as well that I gave her chances to tell me that she was upset early on. She still blamed me mostly for it. A bit later came an apology and she admitted that in some points she was wrong. We decided that we should try a bit better next time, aka she needs to communicate better to me and I will try to not be as neglectful. I tried to include her a lot more, talk to her more and even organise hang outs. Then in November 2021 my mom passed away. I had a very complex and complicated relationship with my mom. I had to watch her die to cancer. It affected my capacity a lot and I just couldn't organise hang outs anymore. It became difficult for me to socialise in person and it still is. Now again, I have to hear from our common friend Lana that she seems to have issues with me again. I told her how I am struggling with this so I am perplexed on what the issue is. I was just so tired of always being the one to organise hang outs, then there's also the fact that I am on a small budget and I cannot afford public transport and restaurants that often. Never have they visited me in my city. Except for cons and not even then they put in the effort to meet up with me or even let me know they were in town. So that's why I had to cancel on hangouts.

Kate's issues have started ever since I entered a relationship. I know she looks down upon it because at the moment it is still long distance. Due to personal issues it took me a lot of time to be ready to meet up with Ian irl. ( He was so understanding over this and very patient and never dared to rush me ). To her online relationships (platonic or romantic) are worth nothing. I did explain to her why I personally value these friendships, because at some point of my life they were all I have.

What baffles me is that Lucy has been distant for 8 years now, also entered a relationship and focused on it. But Kate is super understanding towards her and still very fond of her, but gives me shit for it. I have several speculations but that's all they are, speculations. I did decide however that I am not going to try and fix it this time. I am not going to approach her because again, she's not communicating her issues to me and still acts normal otherwise and honest to god I just do not have the capacity to deal with this. So I am ready to just let this go. However it still makes me think, if I could be potentially the asshole here? Like I am over this friendship but it still bothers me not to know?

hi there :) in answer to your submission question? no, I don’t believe that you are the asshole. 

it sounds like you’ve tried your best to be understanding (originally with Lucy, more recently with Kate), and to communicate and to try to talk issues through to find a resolution, and sadly it just hasn’t worked. 

not everyone is meant to be our friend, not everyone that we want to have as a friend meshes well with who we are as a person. 2011 is a long time ago! perhaps when you first met both Kate and Lucy, they were people who were similar to you and who had a lot in common with you? but people change over time (change is one of the few certainties in life), and not everyone changes and grows in the same direction as you. 

I would be so ready to let this friendship with Kate go -- it doesn’t sound like there’s a lot of care, compassion or respect there anymore. maybe Kate’s more understanding of Lucy’s situation because she feels more compatible with her as a friend? it’s not really fair (given the parallels between your situation and Lucy’s!), but sometimes it’s just the push you need to close the door on this friendship and move on. there are so many people in this world! so many people who will show appreciation for you, and care for you, and give you validation and respect. maybe there’s a friendship to be found with Lucy, maybe not? but definitely let go of the friendship with Kate, it’s not worth it anymore. all the best <3

- tash

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[the-firebird69]

The Tommy f and Trump will continue doing this stupid noise stuff until they're all done is what we're told by them themselves what they mean is to the last idiot they're going to sit here and bothering her son cuz they want to kidnap him but he says is I don't want to be held in one of your facilities I'll find a way out and kill you all then the next batch of jackass is going to do the same self-destructive thing who is we need armies to wipe these two parties out and it's like a disease so they need to be wiped out fast Mac is just letting it fester because he wants to kidnap him and run away somewhere there's no way to run away to moron and he's another one then. Yes is Mrs ladishs plan for real so we need to take care of these parties that are running around doing this.

There is an explanation and our son says it quite succinctly and quickly and easily this guy Trump has all clones and they're all idiots and they're made very fast and they're not educated and Tommy f is pretty much the same thing you're a little bit more educated but there's really only them and a whole bunch of dummies and my Daddy has lost a ton of people and everybody's opposed to him save this group of three massive groups is still pretty big they're very stupid and nobody is really going after them until now and really the kind of throwing themselves on the fire so don't know any better and the foreigners are going after they suck these people are terrible terrible not educated and horrible noise makers and that's the reason right now there's 450 million ships trying to get through the blockade pretty soon they'll be through and they're not really going to happen they're a lot better than these suckers walk around just hissing and everyone freaking weirdos and they need to go higher up so have died of like half a brain and a Swiss cheese new new braves we notice that a lot of them are idiots really they're not cunning as smart anymore and they're not doing the job here pretty much at all. The information and our son's lines in that facility have attracted more people in history to anyone location and they're all coming here to hit these idiots to keep chatting about it and planning and saying is going to trial and all the stupid s*** and they're all in fighting about it too this is a huge infight going now this place is going to get cleared out once a day we'll be able to get your stuff the solutions presented itself and we have to try and move you too eventually and mid-month and it's coming up in potentially 8 days and we do see that too so it's not funny but they're fighting in the tunnels already and it's not going to be an easy thing it might take longer but you're right from 9:00 to 8 to 15 days from now is probably the window and that's only a week or two quite literally and we don't have any more time we've got him nothing

Thor Freya

We're working on diligently and we're hitting and we had so many and then it's probably not going to be that scientific and that's what he's saying we're saying that's the only thing you can do is follow the cycle and try and hit get it here on a lower dip and we could overpower people and even though they should be doing cuz they're not going to cuz they're sick phone calling for a meeting because it's alarming how many are dumb and it just keep coming in here from other places and they're stupid it's going to be hell to get it to work and he says you're going to have to cordon off temporarily for 15 minutes get it in uncoordinate off and infiltrate and maneuvers like that for it to work it won't be that hard the populace is low when you get it done the only thing to worry about is a big picture and pretty much I think we have a handle on that but I'm not positive so that's to try and do it a few times and see what happens and we have to do that now cuz we haven't even experimented as far as I know and our son is right I'm laying it on the line we can't so we have to go and experiment he's glad that I got on the line Singapore that we do that too and I know what he means you hit a while you come in and you have troops everywhere or infiltrators you get him something and they close back in he has something and you see what the grandiose effect is it's gotten a few gifts but not much money he did win a bunch of money once recently I paid bills and hardly anything happen nobody even finished so it probably full of s*** and it says this it probably will be fine but it's good to check to make sure but this area has a ship and people from other areas are probably not going to come here to go try and grab it it's probably people who are from Florida and or associated with that are coming here to try and grab the ship and clothes for assigned to it and we do see that so when you go somewhere else and this is going to happen the ship leaves they say well you're over here you're not over there and that was the ship over there and those people are them we don't care about them that is all over the world and it divides them from these people and there is a way to use that and we're doing it right now

Nuada Arrianna

We like your idea Moana Ariana and it is pivotal so what we're doing we need to do it today actually if we don't get it done today or tomorrow it has to be attentive all the time and vital and got his wife say we know what to do and Frank Castle hand Castle do new can Blockbuster hear the reasoning and it sound and I'll fix the verbiage and this is like this it might be relatively easy at this point and it will make sense there's a huge force that opposes the East Coast and that's what's trying to launch and the ships all over the world and Max are running those so we figured out something and this giant comment Empire ships that's another issue too they don't want him on the blagship they wouldn't want to comment Empire s***. There's a lot of DC people who want that so they've got opposition and we need to manipulate it correctly we need to do it now we need to do testing

We willing to get it there and willing to do this job but we need to know you're in the back of stuff so going to the meeting of Nevada Ariana and with an open mind and it sounds terrific

Duke Nukem Blockbuster

Finally there's some reasoning that it's forced that he usually figures out it has to be so I'm going to try and get ready for this it's not that bad it really isn't and a lot of other areas with ships Utah is one of them that's like a 500 underneath it it's like the whole area so let's all get together and think about this and strategize and make sure it's right and it's kind of running out of time it's a refueling and when I see is there's a lot of fuel going there and he says there's a ton of it and he thinks it's coming from the warlock and that the processing those ships and taking the fuel that will probably be enough and it is still and they're doing that and they're caught many times

Hera

It's out of the open and I'm exposed so I'm mean and mad

Tommy f

Good well have more club troops here to shoot back at you and you know what every time you get shot it goes right into you it doesn't bounce off

Zues Hera

Sorry to get something my health is not welcome yours needed any of the above and I certainly get something else people know it's me but you don't necessarily know do you

Tommy f

Oh yeah I heard you are not smart anymore

Zues Hera

[yandere-toons]

Can you do platonic and romantic yandere Bruno x reader head canons???

Bruno Madrigal (Platonic & Romantic Headcanons)

WARNING: Social rejection/ostracism, familial manipulation, toxic mindset.

PLATONIC:

The town of Encanto has long since marked Bruno with a reputation for villainy. It is not his intention, but his friend is rapidly branded as a vile cohort of evil and comes to be shunned just as much as Bruno.

With the fake threat of Bruno cursing them for wronging his friend looming over everyone, the town becomes ever rifer with superstition and is split into two different reactions.

Half of Encanto resigns themselves to life as a chronic pushover who allows his friend to do anything they want without question, and the other half is one incident away from forming a mob and demanding that they leave the town.

Bruno tries to relieve his friend's distress with humour and offers to play with his rats, inwardly chastising himself for the fact they have been forced to be an outcast because he wanted to talk to someone without foretelling the next tragedy.

This, as much as the revelation about Mirabel, drives him to seclusion. It is a decision that Bruno laments on days when he finds himself wishing for someone to remind him that he is wanted, but he tries and fails to comfort himself with the thought that his friend is living a better life despite his lack of involvement in it.

The idea of them forgetting him and even thanking his disappearance is a constant source of nightmares, frightening him away from the possibility of looking into their future and confirming it.

Regardless of his friend's true opinion of him, Bruno views them as his closest companion and deeply misses their presence. This grief festers until he is pretending that they came to visit and are always behind him to explain why he cannot see them.

Invisible food is eaten while one-sided conversations are had about his rat telenovela and what he assumes their life may be now, and he jokes about the farce being a way to hone his acting skills to bridle the urge to go knock on their door in the middle of the night.

Bruno combats these anxieties by telling himself that his friend appreciates the reasoning behind his choice and would be happy to welcome him back someday. After Mirabel helps him rectify his relationship with the rest of the family, one of his first tasks is tracking down his friend for an overdue reunion. If they are nowhere to be found, it is akin to losing all his rats at once.

ROMANTIC:

Observant eyes on the streets notice how a quick hello every day and awkward glances blossom into Bruno seeking his partner to chat with and vent all the bad news and equally horrible responses he endured. The town's initial consensus is that his partner is slated to die soon or suffer from a life-changing hardship, but this perceived disaster never happens.

As the other citizens begin to act like the two of them together are a bad omen, Bruno expects the same from his partner.

Once it becomes common knowledge that the local oracle is interested in someone, the denizens of Encanto avoid them for fear of upsetting Bruno and earning a deadly prophecy. There is some pity and well-wishes to be found in the braver citizens, but predominantly, his partner is treated as a sacrifice to appease a dark force.

The saving grace arrives in the form of Bruno's family, who worry about his partner's safety and tell him not to disturb them.

Their concern is derived less from a genuine understanding of the relationship and more from the belief that any association with Bruno is unwanted and ill-fated.

Bruno is susceptible to pressure from his family and agrees to limit his time with them lest he incurs the wrath of Alma, only breaking the promise when he is especially frustrated with his family's treatment of him or his partner approaches him first.

During his time in the walls of Casa Madrigal, Bruno has many years to dwell on the relationship. The solitude does nothing beneficial for him and inspires greater impatience and regrets about not being honest with his partner when he had the chance.

Many times, he considers looking into the future in hopes of having even the semblance of a connection with them, but his fears of seeing a grave or them with someone else convince him that, at least for the time being, ignorance is better.

After he returns to his family's good graces, Bruno asks what has become of his partner. Alma and his sisters are not prone to lie to his face, but there is some hesitation if the update is an undesirable one. If they moved far away from Encanto or got married, it crushes him emotionally.

A long period of quiet despair results where Bruno debates the ethics of using his gift to see what they are doing, ultimately requiring his family to persuade him not to search for them and try to rekindle a dead relationship.

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[ahundredtimesover]

Inevitable (02) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader (ft. ot6)

Genre/Tags: exes au, parents au, baseball player!JK; angst, fluff, smut (18+)

Series Warnings: foul language, alcohol consumption, minor character death, explicit sexual content in future chapters (oral, unprotected sex but be safe please!)

Chapter Word count: 7.2k

Summary: You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.

A/N: So appreciative of your love for this story! I’m quite nervous with this one because I had to make changes last minute so I hope you still enjoy it. Also, you can message me if you want to be part of the taglist (or if I missed tagging you)!

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“Thank you again, Mr. Jeon. Quite frankly, this still feels surreal but we’re so glad you’re back.”

Jungkook bows at the man, one of the executives of the Doosan Bears, one he’d just had a meeting with, which followed an interview with a sports writer. 

For the past week, Jungkook’s days have been filled with meeting and talking to many people, forcing smiles and making conversations that quite frankly tire him but he welcomes this, knowing that any beat of silence will just force his mind to settle on you. And his pain. And his anger.

The man stops him in the hallway to point at a frame of the elder Jeon holding up the team’s 1999 championship trophy. 

“Hopefully you’ll have one, too, and we’ll place it right next to this,” he says, a statement that Jungkook’s been hearing in a variety of forms the past few days of interviews and appearances. 

It’s different this time because his father had achieved so many things back here, a national hero if people wanted to stretch it. Here, Jungkook has to live up to expectations, which many people believe he’ll exceed. His father, a good player and an even better leader, had been loved by many in the sports world, and it’s an honor they get to watch Jungkook play in the flesh, reminiscent of the man that many adored.

In the US, they didn’t know his father, so Jungkook was able to pave his own path there, make a name for himself guided only by the thought and dream of his hero, and not living in his shadow. It’s a dream they shared and one he’d achieved. 

But for the first time, it doesn’t comfort Jungkook. For the first time, it angers him. It’s that dream that took you away from him, that took Jungwon away from him. It’s this dream that essentially broke his heart in ways he never imagined. 

**

Everyone is quiet as they absorb everything that Jungkook has said. Since that day at your apartment, he’d been radio silent when it came to his friends, but he’s here at Jin’s loft now, with Jimin whom he’s still cold towards, and Yoongi and Hoseok who complete the group, as they’re Jin’s and Namjoon’s friends from college who’d gotten close to the young ones, too.

They’re glad they finally have the time to just be together after a crazy week. Ironically, it’s a somber event. This isn’t how they imagined welcoming the young one home. 

They’re incomplete though. By nature of the concern at hand, Taehyung isn’t around; he’d left the group chat anyway so he wouldn’t have known that Jungkook messaged - finally, after a week of bombarding everyone with messages about you only to stop after he stormed out of your apartment. Namjoon is also not here, still not checking their group chat.

“Wow, I can’t believe ___ was pregnant all that time and had been able to keep the kid from us for years,” Hoseok finally speaks up, shock still evident in his voice. He’d been the one most vocal in stating what everyone else was thinking, the rest opting to just shut up and leave the talking to Jungkook, who’s now allowed himself to once again feel all the emotions in the presence of his friends.

They know that very little things get to him - whether they’re external stressors, outside pressure, naysayers, envious people, or school, he’d always been able to manage them. 

He rarely gets angry, too, and doesn’t really let negative feelings fester, so Jungkook with a piercing gaze, pursed lips, flared nostrils, and clenched fists, as he is right now, is an unfamiliar sight to them.

And it’s all because of you.

Jungkook never took the very few relationships he had before you seriously; he’d been too focused on the sport ever since he was a kid. 

But you captured him immediately and since that day at the field when he’d thrown a baseball and almost hit Taehyung on the arm and you’d shouted at Jungkook relentlessly for being a careless jerk, he knew that he’d want to shut you up with kisses just so you could get mad at him again. 

He’d been a cheeky sophomore then, enjoying the bit of popularity he was gaining in Seoul for being an immediate standout of their university’s baseball team - the Pride of Busan, he’d been called - and he hadn’t expected this beautiful woman to almost knock him out for almost hitting her friend, even if Taehyung had been adamant that the hit was several centimeters off.

“I have better aim than that,” Jungkook had told you smugly, and his heart fluttered at the gagging face you made. 

He wasn’t usually that bold but he felt it was worth it, especially if it was to see you scowl then try to hide a smile after. It took a few days until you’d given him more than 5 minutes of your time, then another few weeks before you finally agreed to a date, and then just two months to convince you that he was definitely worthy to be something more. 

You both knew you’d fallen in love with each other even before either of you said it, the words always catching in your throats whenever you tried, but then he finally did, and he was over the moon when you’d said it back and he’d never been happier. 

Even when you walked out that door and out of his life that December evening, he’d held onto you, your lingering presence enough for you to still be his anchor, his love, his guiding light. 

He never thought that at one point, he’d beg for that to not be you. Just the thought of you sends him into a spiral, not of heartbreak or despair like before, he reckons that was even better; but of the feeling of resentment and betrayal. 

Everyone’s chatter faints into background noise for a while, with Jungkook’s friends saying maybe you’d come back to Seoul only recently, hearing from Namjoon that you stayed in Daejeon with your cousin to work at a tech company. It had been a mystery how none of them caught up sooner, having only seen you twice a year at most and not knowing anything else.

“Ask Jimin,” Jungkook chimes in bitterly. “He was in on it anyway.”

The three older men turn to the man in question, Jimin meeting their curious gazes with a guilty look, knowing at some point Jungkook would grill him.

“Remember that woman I dated two years ago, the teacher?” He sighs. 

Everyone nods.

“I surprised her one time at the daycare center where she was working. That’s how I bumped into ___. It was pretty obvious at first glance that Jungwon is Kook’s kid. I mean,” Jimin smiles, thinking about the little boy who’s taken his heart as well, reminding him of the best parts of Jungkook that's laid dormant for years. “Wide eyes, shy smile, puffy cheeks and soft features. It was unmistakable.”

Jimin remembers that day well, how flustered you’d been, arriving at the daycare an hour late and profusely apologizing to the staff. He’d stopped you then, his shocked face enough to let you know what he was thinking as you held the boy in your arms. It didn’t take long for you to tell him the truth, begging him not to tell his best friend. 

“He’s finally playing in the major league, Jimin. There are too many good things going on for him there. I mean he— he’s happy. It won’t do good for me to tell him now,” you’d told him. 

Jimin could’ve pressed more, should’ve gone to the root of your decision to hide it in the first place, or maybe even convinced you to tell Jungkook the truth, but you looked too stressed, a permanent fixture on your face, he thought, and he didn’t want to push it. 

So he left it at that, knowing as well that between the pressure to do well and the rumors going around, this type of news would be a big hit to Jungkook. Ultimately, Jimin didn’t think it was his place to meddle; the most he could do was support you any way he could. 

“How is he, the kid?” Jin questions, knowing his cousin would want to know but is too stubborn and angry to ask.

“The sweetest,” Jimin beams. “He’s pretty shy but becomes playful once he’s warmed up to you. He’s smart, just like ___, and is so caring, he's very affectionate and even talks to insects and—“ he pauses, as Yoongi nudges his knee and motions for him to stop.

Jungkook is still, jaws clenched again at the thought that these are things he doesn’t know and for obvious reasons. Thinking about how Taehyung and Jimin have done so much more for and with his own kid hurts him. 

He loves his friends, knows he should be thankful that they’d been there for you and Jungwon but he can’t shake off the frustration, the jealousy. He wonders if any other man had the privilege of getting to know his son that way, of getting close to him. 

He wonders, too, if any other man had gotten close to you. That’s a pang in his chest he doesn’t want to dwell on.

“Look, I’m really sorry, Kook. But a lot of things were happening with you then, too and I didn’t want to just drop that news to you. It would have been too much and—“

“You too?” Jungkook huffs. “I fucking hate it when people think they can just decide on such things about my life without me having a say. Wouldn't that piss you off if it happened to you?” 

He’s met with silence. 

It’s what gets him, really, the fact that people he trusted couldn’t afford him the decency of letting him decide, of trusting him that whatever happens, he was gonna figure it out. 

“Wanna know what I think?” Yoongi speaks up.

“No,” Jungkook responds.

“That was hypothetical,” Yoongi says and shifts in his seat. “We all know ___. She’s very self-assured, sometimes to a fault, but she’s not rash, she’s not selfish. She might have decided on her own but it doesn’t mean she didn’t consider you.”

“She still should’ve talked to me about it. It was too big of a decision to not include me in it,” Jungkook retorts.

“But she was right, wasn’t she? You would have stayed. She knows you too well that you would’ve given up everything.”

“Why does everyone make it sound so bad? Of course I would’ve. That’s my son! I’m not the kind of person who would turn his back on that responsibility,” Jungkook bites back.

“It isn’t bad, but that’s precisely the point. Did you ask yourself why she thought it was worth it? Why she believed that the better option was to not be truthful for as long as you got to live out your dream? For as long as you got to reap the benefits of what you’ve worked so hard for?” Yoongi posits.

Jungkook stills, lips starting to quiver as he processes his friend’s questions.

“Baseball has always been your whole world, Jungkook. She shared you with it. It was all you talked about - the dream, what it meant to you, the connection with your father, the joy you’d feel when playing and hearing the cheers… We knew that, she knew that,” Yoongi continues. 

“Your dream made you, Kook. It was all you knew, and she never complained. She loved you the same. And even with all your anger towards her right now, you know she wouldn’t try to take that dream away from you. Even if it means hurting both of you in the process.”

“But she meant so much to me, too. I would’ve done anything for her, and I thought she knew that,” Jungkook whimpers. He’d never once doubted what he felt for you and he always thought it was enough.

“Yeah, but do you think that was her first thought when she found out she was pregnant? That you’d give up your dream for her without any consequences down the line? She knew you would’ve stayed because you’re the kind of person to do that, but she also knew what that would mean, what that would do to you, and what that would do to them.” 

Yoongi, ever the wise one of the group, makes everyone think. 

The silence is deafening, but Jungkook doesn’t miss the way the guys have taken to slight nods and furrowed brows.

“Baseball was too important to you. She probably believed you’d lose more if you didn’t take the opportunity then. Not being there for her and your son was something she maybe thought you could always make up for,” Yoongi states. 

Of your brother’s friends, Yoongi had always been the one you were closest to, spent the most nights at parties with, talking and agreeing on things. This is probably why he gets it, gets why you felt like you had to do what you did.

“Kook, don’t think she never planned on telling you. She never meant to keep it a secret forever,” Jimin says, recalling your claims that you just needed the right time to eventually tell Jungkook. “Maybe that’s why you’re even more frustrated; maybe you think she never wanted to involve you. Of course she does. You were her whole world and—“

“Baseball was mine,” Jungkook finishes, resigning to the idea that that's what you always thought, and you weren’t wrong. “She thinks I’d resent them down the road if I stayed and gave up on my dream.”

“I love you, Kook, but that fear is valid,” Jin says. “I’m not saying I agree with her decision but I think I get where she’s coming from.”

“But hey, you have all the right to be angry,” Hoseok says, disrupting the silence that’s enveloped everyone again. “Just don’t be so consumed by it, okay? You’re back, you have more of a reason to stay, so just think of where you need to go from here. You have all of us, you and ___ and Jungwon have all of us.”

Jungkook wipes off the tears that have silently fallen down his cheeks, the most he’s cried in front of his friends in years. It had been a change on his end after the break up - the walls he put up, the control he had over his emotions, the once soft heart hardening in places to make sure he wouldn’t hurt as much again. He hates to admit that it had all been because of you.

Jin’s phone rings and cuts through the silence that’s tainted with short sniffles.

“Namjoon saw the chat, wonders if he could come,” Jin asks.

“No need, I’m gonna leave soon,” Jungkook responds.

Jin relays the message to Namjoon who sends his own, then finishes the call.

“He said he wants to check up on you, too. You should meet up with him, I think it’d be good. It’s Namjoon, Kook. He loves his sister to death but you know he’ll be objective about it, too. Think about it, okay?”

Jungkook nods then lets some time pass before he leaves. 

**

He thinks about it that night until the wee hours of the morning. For the first time, he thinks about what you felt the moment you found out, about what you were feeling and thinking that led you to decide to break up, and if you really planned on making him believe that you didn’t think it’d work out to cover up the truth.

Everything the guys said tonight rings in his head. What made you think this was the better option? What made you think he’d lose more if he gave up on the dream instead of being in your and Jungwon’s life? Why did you think his dream was more important than his life with you? Why did you think he’d resent you down the road? 

It’s not lost on him that his dream seemed to trump everything else. It would always go back to that, it would always be about that, how even during that life-changing moment of you finding out you were carrying his child, what you considered was him and baseball. 

He recalls the days leading up to the break up, how your conversations had been about his move, but never about the two of you. He chalked it up to thinking it was a given, that of course you’d stay together. He never realized that it wasn’t actually clear to you; it had been a given to him but not to you.

Jungkook doesn’t remember fights about lack of time because of training, or him not being in the mood after a bad game. Everything you’ve ever been to him was patient, understanding, and accepting of the sport he’d dedicated his whole life to, like it was a given, like it was the most important thing, like it was the third party in your relationship. And you never complained.

He loved you for that and more, for the fighter that you were, for the strong and goal-oriented woman that you were, for the thoughtful and warm-hearted person you’ve always been. He loved you so much. He’d fallen so hard that he willingly gave you his heart and let you do whatever you wanted with it, as long you had it. Because of that, you hurt him so terribly, he didn’t know how he could recover.

He thinks now that maybe it was on him, too. Maybe he didn’t tell you enough just how much you meant to him. Maybe he could’ve done more, appreciated you more, or at least let you know that you were just as much a part of his plan the way baseball was.

Maybe then you would’ve trusted him that you two would work it out, that it would be okay if he had to let go of his dream to be the partner that you needed, to be the father you needed him to be for your child.

But maybe you both didn’t know any better, he also thinks. You were so young, maybe it was too much to ask you to trust him, maybe you were also right not to. He’d definitely grown up the past years, and maybe he wouldn’t have if you didn’t break his heart the way you did.

He thinks about how you’d been the past years, too, how you took care of Jungwon on your own, how hard it must’ve been for you. But any more and he knows he’ll break down, and he doesn’t trust himself doing that alone. 

He sighs at all the thoughts in his head and his mixed emotions. But his friends are right. He’s home now - he has all the resources, the time - what matters is what happens next. 

He wants to understand better, and to know what you went through but he can’t bring himself to ask you. He knows you’ll brush off the sacrifices, the struggles; you never wanted to make others see your vulnerability, know of your weakest moments. So he decides to ask someone else. It’s 4AM but he doesn’t care.

[To: Namjoon]: Can we meet up? Jin’s bar at 7pm. See you.

**

“Uncle Tete, I choose this one!” Jungwon excitedly says, pointing at a toy submarine on the shelf. Taehyung is quick to retrieve the item then puts it in the cart. 

“Okay, what else does this muffin want?” 

“Tae, I said one thing,” you sigh. “Also, can you make sure that toy doesn’t have removable parts so he doesn’t attract kind strangers to help him?”

Your best friend rolls his eyes but Jimin chuckles next to you. “___, that broken airplane brought you to Jungkook. Plus, Jungwon wandered away; imagine if some other stranger found him,” he says.

“Shut up, I’m traumatized. That wasn’t the best way to let Jungkook know. Plus, I was so flustered that I lied and said I was babysitting,” you groan to yourself. You always knew how to carry yourself but it was really only Jungkook who ever made you feel nervous. 

“I made it seem like I really meant to lie and you know that’s not true. I just didn’t know he was gonna be back. And you didn’t tell me,” you glare at Jimin.

“You think I didn’t give him shit for not telling me?” He replies. “Only Jin knew. Even I didn’t think he’d actually sign with the Bears. Everything was so fast. Before I knew it, he was already boarding a plane back home.”

“Well, he did say he didn’t wanna bug you since you’ve been so busy with your show,” Tae says from the shelf next to you. “Jungwon wants this puppy towel, by the way. Can I buy it for him?”

“Tae, I said just one thing. Stop spoiling him. We’re supposed to buy his school supplies,” you whine.

“Right, his father’s gonna hate me even more,” he mumbles. 

“Okay, muffin. Mama said just one thing. Let’s go look at crayons now,” Tae tells Jungwon who smiles back at him and agrees.

“How’s rehearsal by the way?” You ask Jimin.

“Good. Just a few more weeks and we’re ready to go,” he says, excited over the Swan Lake show that his company is putting on. You’re excited, too, certain he’s going to do well. Being a professional ballerina is so much work but he’s always exceeded expectations. You know it can get stressful so maybe that’s why Jungkook didn’t bother informing him earlier. 

“You’re watching, okay? The first show and the last, it’s when everyone is watching, too,” he says. 

“You don’t have to ask, Jimin. Of course, I’ll be there. Sucks that Jungwon won’t get to see his uncle perform though.”

“Okay, just making sure, since Jungkook is here and all.”

“You should ask him, then. He’s the one who detests me,” you sigh.

“He doesn’t detest you, ___. He’s just angry, and with reason.” 

You don’t miss the stern tone of his voice. You always felt the disappointment that Jimin felt towards you with what happened, even stayed away for a while after the breakup. Moving back to your parents’ home had been a good escape, seeing as how you didn’t know how to face your friends after everything. 

It wasn’t until 2 years ago when Jimin bumped into you at the daycare that you two got to talking again. You know he decided to stick around for Jungwon, but it always worried you that he’d eventually tell Jungkook but he never did, which you were thankful for.

“I never said it wasn’t justified. I mean, after last week, I hope he stays angry at me, you know? And for a long time. I deserve that.”

“Hey, don’t talk that way.”

“You think I’m wrong? That I don’t deserve his anger?”

Jimin sighs. The department store really isn’t the best place for this but he proceeds anyway. 

“It’s not that. I mean, it’s one thing to hurt him by suddenly breaking up with. And I won’t lie to you, ___, you broke him. That night, I found him curled in a ball by the door, unmoving, kind of like how I used to find him when we were younger… after his dad died.”

You release a long breath, not even wanting to imagine a balled-up Jungkook, sobbing. You heard him that night, how he begged for you to please don’t go. You walked away from the closed door then, as any moment longer would’ve just made you take it back.

“But it’s also another thing to lie about his son,” Jimin continues. 

“You know I had to do it; he wouldn’t have agreed to break up if I didn’t make him believe that I didn’t want him anymore. And I had to keep Jungwon from him because I couldn’t let him stay. I mean, Jungkook and I just couldn’t be together, it wasn’t that easy.“

“Weren’t there other options?” Jimin wonders. “Maybe like, I don’t know, going with him?”

He’d heard Jungkook mention in passing before about possibly asking you to go with him but he doesn’t know if his best friend ever got to ask. 

No one really knows what happened that night; Jungkook never said anything more than it’s over. No explanations, no follow-ups. Three days later, he talked to the school administration and requested for an early completion of his requirements so he could leave for the US as soon as possible.

“It never really entered my mind… I mean, I got pregnant after the deal was finalized and that was not an option at all,” you explain. “It would’ve been too hard, too scary. I mean, we were still so young and to be in a foreign place, by ourselves, with a child? And we were just together for 2 years, that would’ve been a huge step and—“

“Did you doubt what he felt?”

“What do you mean?”

“You talk as if you didn’t think you were ready as a couple for that step. You two loved each other so much. He loved you so, so much, ___. Doesn’t matter how hard things would’ve been, he would’ve done everything he could to make sure you two would make it, he would’ve done whatever he needed to make you happy.”

“It’s not that simple, Jimin. He needed support there, needed someone to help him and make things easier, not someone - more like two people - to take care of and what would have I done for him? What would have I offered?”

“That wouldn’t have mattered though, right? He always wanted to make you happy, being with you would’ve been enough, I mean, he loved you that much.”

Jimin is met with silence, and it hits him what Yoongi was pointing out the night before, and it crushes him. Maybe if you knew just how much you mattered to Jungkook, maybe you would’ve trusted him, maybe you would’ve trusted the both of you.

You let out a deep sigh instead. You never doubted Jungkook’s love for you; you just knew there were other more important things, things he‘s dedicated much more time on, unlike you. 

You shake the thoughts away. You know that dwelling on the what if’s won’t help your mind and your heart, especially now.

You and Jimin settle on watching Taehyung help Jungwon decide on which crayons and colored clay to choose for art class, smiling at the little boy who’s been nothing but the sweetest angel. 

Your smile fades away though, at the thought of how it must be for him too, meeting all these men who always introduce themselves as his uncle, never his father. 

Jungwon had asked you only twice - one time when he asked if he was made of magic because there was this older kid in the playground who said that her mommy and daddy made her but Jungwon didn’t have a daddy; the other time was more straightforward, just where is Papa. 

That kind of pain is truly unmatched, you think, and you settle for telling the little kid that his Papa is somewhere doing good things but that Papa loves him even if he isn’t around. No promises, no false hope. You made the choice and your kid shouldn’t suffer too much for it - you know Jungkook would love him no matter what. 

“How has Jungkook been, by the way? And I want the truth, Jimin,” you ask as you save your sad thoughts for another day. 

Since you reconnected two years ago, you never really talked about Jungkook and Jimin had always made sure to only bring him up when you asked. Which was never. 

Everything is now out in the open though so you think there’s no harm in asking.

“Like I said, you broke him,” he sighs. “He hasn’t really been the same. We were all so worried, that’s why Jin made sure to go with him when he left; it’s why I made sure to visit him twice a year. He just became different, you know? Like a light was put out.”

You let this process for a bit. It had been the same with you, only you had a child to remind you of Jungkook. It had been hard to get over him - you didn’t break up with him because you didn’t love him anymore, anyway; it was the opposite, in fact. 

But you had to try to at least move on because at the back of your mind, you knew that things weren’t going to be the same after that. You knew Jungkook would never abandon your son, would never not love him; you are altogether a different story. 

“He was doing pretty well though, wasn’t he?” You shift the discussion.

You recall having watched games for the first few years. He’d been signed to the affiliate team of the LA Dodgers and was playing in Oklahoma City. He was an immediate standout and was chosen by the major league team to play in the roster the year after. It was almost meteoric, considering that he was a foreigner and thus, largely unheard of, but he was in tip-top shape, eye-hand coordination impressive, batting skills a dream especially as a rookie, and ran like Flash that it was a nickname the locals used to call him. 

“Oh, he was great. Even the man who scouted him didn’t think he would be that great. But that’s expected, I guess, if you spend every waking hour in the gym or in the batting cage, if you follow a strict and intense schedule even during the off-season, and if you have no distractions like friends or girlfriends,” Jimin explains, pointing out all the sacrifices behind the success.

“But Maia—”

“Was probably the first friend he made outside of his team. You’d expect her to be his girlfriend too, right?”

You pause at this. You knew that at some point, Jungkook would move on from you; you did make him believe you didn’t want to be with him anymore, anyway. Yet, it was still a bitter pill to swallow when you found out about his relationship. She was a model-actress, so her presence in the games would often cause a buzz. 

“He just changed in a way. There were all these walls up, even from us. You took a very big piece of him, ___. I’m surprised he even got to recover. I was afraid he wasn’t gonna be able to move on from you.”

There’s a pang in your chest at the seeming finality of Jimin’s words. Of course Jungkook would move on from you, of course at one point he’d realize that things would be better without you. You just didn’t think it would hurt like this.

“That’s good for him, then.”

“Have you?”

“Yes, of course,” you say. You hope he doesn’t miss the uncertainty in your voice, that he doesn’t detect the lie.

**

Jungkook enters the venue and heads straight to the bar where Namjoon is already waiting. 

“Scotch, please,” Jungkook calls to the bartender, earning him a remark from the older man about how even his alcoholic preference has upgraded.

“It’s smoother,” Jungkook says, fixing himself on the barstool. 

There’s an air of silence between the two men that is almost uncomfortable. 

It had never been like this. Namjoon is a protective brother but given that Jin is one of his good friends who’d vouched for the young man, it had been easy for Namjoon to go soft on Jungkook. He saw how much Jungkook cared for you, made you happy, and as your brother, he’ll always be grateful for that.

“How are you?” The older man asks, sipping on his Martini.

“Great. Just found out my ex-girlfriend was pregnant with our son whom I didn’t know existed until a week ago. You?”

“Not great. My parents have been calling me, asking how ___ is and how you are and if things are okay. Don’t exactly know how to break the news that things aren’t actually fine.”

“They must hate me, huh?”

“Nope. You know our parents always stayed out of our relationships. They always liked you, though. But is that what you really wanna know?”

Jungkook exhales, trying to calm himself. He had time to think things through, but facing the emotions had been difficult.

“I just wanna try to understand. I want so badly to justify what she did so I could stop being so angry. I just want to stop feeling… this,” he says, clutching his chest, lips quivering. “It hurts so bad, I just don’t want to feel this anymore.”

Namjoon weakens at the sight of Jungkook like this, desperate to feel something else other than pain, other than anger. He’d heard from Jin how it was so hard for the young man to accept losing you, and then all this? It’s a lot for one person to handle.

“She was so selfish, leaving me like that, thinking I would be okay on my own. And then I finally accepted what happened only to find out that we have a child all this time? Please, please make me understand,” he begs, eyes glassy now.

“Look,” Namjoon says, turning to Jungkook, who, even with his build, has never looked so small. 

“I won’t defend her and say that I think she made the right decision. It’s just that she made the best decision she could make at that moment. She knew what was at stake and she felt that choice was the better one,” he explains, similar to what Yoongi had posited. 

This is your brother who always had a good read of you and it’s the closest to your thoughts that Jungkook could get.

“She tried to comfort herself everyday by justifying what she did - that you did well, made it to the major league a year later. You did what you set out to do. And I’m sorry to bring this up but when your mother got sick, wasn’t it that you had enough to pay for it all? No debts, no added stress for her? Life was good for you and your mother. It wasn’t the best, but what if you had stayed?” He asks, the question ringing in his head. 

How would things be if Jungkook stayed?

“Again, I’m not saying she was right, I’m just saying that things happened the way they did and she made a choice. Any other decision would’ve had other consequences and she made the one she could stand by, that she could live with. I mean, it was all she could do.”

Jungkook thinks about this, how he’d felt comforted, too that he was able to pay for all his mother’s medical bills when it got too much. But life wasn’t good; it was excruciating being away from you, thinking all that time that you really didn’t believe in the both of you, convinced that it wasn’t going to work out. 

All he had was the love and joy he got from baseball; it had been enough for him that time. Of course, with what he knows now, it’s different. 

Jungkook goes back to what Namjoon asked, about what he really wanted to know. 

“Did… did she have a hard time?” Eyes pleading. “Tell me, please.”

Namjoon sighs at this, not knowing how to answer. “It wasn’t easy.”

“Don’t simplify it. I need… I need to know. I need to not feel this. I need to not be angry,” he says, voice strained.

“She won’t want your pity, Jungkook, you know her.”

“Please, Namjoon. You know she’ll never tell me. But I need to know.”

The older man lets out a deep breath, knowing that you indeed wouldn’t tell Jungkook any of this. 

“She stayed with my parents in Ilsan after graduation. She was four months along then but was adamant about earning on her own so she took several jobs online. There was a lot of stress but that’s normal, I guess,” Namjoon narrates. “My parents, Taehyung, and our neighbor all took turns staying with her because she’s so stubborn, you know? Wouldn’t tell you if something’s wrong.”

Jungkook knows that all too well, that you really are like that.

“Knowing that, though, my parents had her checked every week. That’s how they determined fetal distress,” Namjoon slows down, tone more somber now. “It was early detection so they were able to perform a c-section right away.” 

Jungkook turns to him, fear and worry etched on the younger man’s face. “She… she had surgery?”

“Yeah. It was pretty tough and Jungwon had to be monitored for any disabilities or delays. But yeah, he managed, she managed,” Namjoon recounts. The events are so far away but it’s like the worry and the relief still feel so real.

“The kid’s strong, Jungkook. He has a soft and sweet soul like you but he's definitely a fighter like his mother. Perfect mix, if I should say so myself,” the older man smiles, trying to turn the conversation to a lighter one. 

He means it though, how Jungwon personifies the best parts of you and Jungkook. 

“But they were okay after?”

“Somewhat. She was required to rest for several weeks so those two bonded like crazy,” Namjoon giggles. “Good thing that Jungwon was a quiet one, barely cried, didn’t give ___ too much of a hard time. It just… took time away from her earning, you know? So once she was capable, she took this job at a marketing firm that was way too hectic but paid well and it just… It was hard.”

“How hard?”

“Hard. Jungkook, she was a single parent. A stubborn and proud one at that. Worked over 12 hours a day, took online jobs during the weekend, took Jungwon to daycare everyday, taught him to do everything, made sure he got to play and all…” Namjoon narrates.

“It’s why my mom visited her every month for those first 2 years, why Ara and I would babysit often, why Taehyung set up a place for Jungwon at his apartment on days when ___ had an event until early morning. She only ever asked help if it was about Jungwon, never if it was about her,” Namjoon sighs, recalling how painful it had been for him as your brother to watch you do it all, never taking a break, never asking for help.

“Stubborn and proud, like you said,” Jungkook states.

“Yeah and well, she made a choice, Jungkook. She made a choice to leave you, to have this child on her own, and she made sure to give him everything while being the best parent she could be, taking on both roles for him and she never complained, not once. She just kept going, you know? Never made Jungwon feel any less or that he was a mistake or that he wasn’t loved enough. She made a decision and she stood by it. I’ll always admire her for that,” Namjoon states, holding his own emotions back.

Jungkook lets this all sink in, suddenly wishing that he was there for you, that you didn’t have to go through all that by yourself, that even with friends and family, he’s hoping you didn’t feel so alone. 

He knows how you are, knows you’ll exhaust yourself before you even ask for help. That’s how he knew you truly loved him, when you would tell him you’re tired, or that you need help, whether it was something as simple as fixing your broken light bulb or using his charms to get the administration office to agree on this event proposal you had. Being open to him let him know you trusted him. Until you didn’t.

You never minded asking him, and Jungkook knows that if he’d been around, you wouldn’t have minded him helping you, making it easier for you. And it crushes him that he’d wanted to be everything you needed him to be for you and for your child but you didn’t even give him a chance.

He lets out a deep breath, the anger slowly dissipating and being replaced with longing, with a kind of sadness that he now doesn’t know how to deal with. 

Namjoon picks up on this and pats him on the shoulder. “Look, I know that you’re still upset and you have the right to be. Just don’t be blinded by that. You’re home. You have a son that I’m sure you want to get to know. Four years is a lot but it’s also just 4 years. Don’t waste any more time that was already taken away from you.”

“Okay,” Jungkook says softly, knowing that it’s still going to take a lot of getting used to.

“So, what do you wanna do now?”

“Maybe meet up with her? I mean, I was yelling at her the last time we saw each other and I just want to ask to see our son.”

“Of course, Kook. I’m sure she’d want that, too.”

**

You’re sitting on one of the benches at the park the next day, watching Jungwon play with Namjoon and his wife, Ara, from afar. Even from here, you can make out the doe eyes of your son and his smile that reaches his eyes. 

He likes the cold, just like you, and he’s been running about with his toy airplane and submarine, which he almost threw in the fountain. You’re smiling fondly, thinking of how the universe had been kind enough to bless you with the sweetest little angel that it could create.

You feel a figure settle next you, not too far away. Namjoon had told you late last night that Jungkook wanted to meet you, perhaps to ask for a workable schedule to spend time with Jungwon.

“Hey,” he says. You shiver, and you know it’s not because of the weather.

“I never got to tell you but I’m so, so sorry, Jungkook,” you say, turning to him, your eyes taking in the sight of him properly for the first time. “There’s so much I need to apologize for and I know it’s gonna take a long time for you to forgive me.” 

You’re unable to rein in your feelings again, but after that first conversation with him and then the one you had with Jimin yesterday, you can’t help the guilt that you’ve been trying to temper bubble to the surface - for hurting him, for not trusting him, for not giving him a choice.

“There’s no point dwelling on what happened. It’s done. I’m here. I have time. And I’d like to spend it with Jungwon as much as possible,” he responds. 

He doesn’t look at you; he just keeps his eyes out on the little boy still running about. His little boy, his son. And he can’t wait to finally hold him, get to know him, fall in love with him.

“Of course, but we need to take it slow. He’s a shy kid and it’ll take a while. Let’s follow his pace, okay?”

“Sure. We can grab lunch on Saturday, then?”

You can’t help the hope that bubbles in your chest. “That sounds good, Jungkook.”

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Vermillion Skies

{part Nine}

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: hurt, comfort, angst, some fluff

Pairing: Mc x Lucifer (pre-established relationship)

Written for F!MC

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TRIGGER WARNING FOR ALL PARTS: graphic depictions of sexual assault / rape, gore, and violence.

CW:  Graphic discussion of past trauma in the series thus far (sexual violence, ignoring consent for medical treatment, abortion, pap-smear exam, blood/gore/violence among characters) Imprisonment, catatonia, PTSD, dissociation, flashbacks to instances of sexual violence, panic attacks, anxiety, swearing, physical violence between primary characters, jealousy/romantic rivalry.

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The sound of a door slamming in the distance made Lucifer bolt up out of a dead sleep. 

He had somehow managed to pass out on the cold, hard ground with Mammon, who’s head had been resting on Lucifer’s stomach before he awoke. He stared into the dark hall outside the cell, listening for any further noises. 

“Aye!” Mammon snarled rubbing the back of his head from where it had struck the ground when Lucifer moved. “A little warning next time would be nice!” 

Lucifer shushed him and continued to listen to what now sounded like multiple footsteps approaching the cell. Subdued murmured speech could also be heard as the footfalls grew closer. Mammon’s eyes widened upon hearing what Lucifer had been paying attention to and he quickly rose to a standing position. Lucifer sat his body upright, but remained seated as Diavolo appeared in front of the cell with Barbatos at his side. 

Lucifer couldn’t help but glare at Diavolo. He had caused both you and Lucifer, as well as Mammon, so much unnecessary pain as a result of his actions, and he felt immense hatred in his heart because of it. Diavolo had done so much for him and his brothers, and he hated to cast the importance of that aside...but this was truly unforgivable. 

Diavolo noticed the vexation in Lucifer’s glare and felt his heart sink. Lucifer truly was his only friend next to Barbatos and now you, and hated the fact that there was so much animosity felt toward him from all three of you- but especially Lucifer. He sighed and nodded to Barbatos, who moved to unlock the cell, much to Lucifer’s surprise. 

After opening the door, Barbatos stepped aside and motioned for them to follow. Lucifer and Mammon stole a quick glance at each other before moving to exit the room. Barbatos lead them down the dimly lit hall to another larger cell.

Once in the room, Lucifer and Mammon were greeted by two familiar faces: Solomon and Simeon. Simeon refused to look at either of them, while Solomon’s cold grey eyes locked with Lucifer’s immediately. Lucifer felt anger fester within his chest and resisted the urge to growl upon seeing the man who had been the source of all of this renewed misery. He tried to calm himself down by thinking of how wonderful it would be to hold you in his arms again, and the sentiment allowed him to relax slightly.

Diavolo motioned for Lucifer and Mammon to sit in the chairs that were arranged in around a small table. Lucifer hesitated, but ultimately sat in between Mammon and Barbatos, and across from the other three. The room was silent for a lingering moment, filled with exchanged awkward glances between the six of them. Finally, Solomon decided to speak.

“I want to thank you for coming. I know the decision to meet with us probably wasn’t an easy one.” He gave a forced smile and Lucifer fought the urge to scoff at his attempt at pleasantries. “I wanted to first start by apologizing to all three of you- Lucifer, Mammon, and Barbatos. We thought that keeping the details of our intentions away from you all would be more beneficial in the long run as a result of your mistrust for me, but it ultimately resulted in a lot more pain for all of us.”

Lucifer glanced up from the spot on the floor his gaze had been fixated on while Solomon spoke. His eyes fell on the deep bruising on his neck from where he had strangled him. Surprisingly, he felt a twinge of regret for his actions, but the feeling was fleeting. He dropped his gaze once more after a nervous clearing of his throat. 

“Well, It shouldn’t be ignored that the encouragement of Mc to go along with this little plan and keep it from Lucifer also has been causing her immense turmoil-” Barbatos crossed his arms over his chest as he stared the sorcerer down. 

Lucifer snapped his gaze to Barbatos. He felt his chest tighten with anxiety at the thought of you having hid this entire thing from him. “Wait- she...she agreed to this!?” 

Barbatos sighed and nodded. “Solomon asked that she not tell you about it. She told me that she wanted to, but every time she had gotten the nerve to try, her ability to speak at all was lost due to her nervousness...She was afraid of you acting out.” 

Lucifer was saddened by the fact that you would hide this from him. Though despite the fact it hurt him, he understood why you would. His anger had been so out of control the past couple weeks, and it had terrified you. Its no wonder that you were afraid to tell him of the plans made with the sorcerer- ones that he had requested that you keep hidden. 

Barbatos noticed Lucifer’s somber change in his demeanor and pressed a hand to his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. He turned to Solomon once more, continuing to hold his tight grip on Lucifer’s shoulder as he spoke, as he knew the next statement to follow would anger him greatly. “I feel as though you also owe Mc a sincere apology as well, given the fact that your willfully disregarded  her pleas to cease the interventions. Clearly it has produced more trauma for her- it’s evident just by looking at her.”

Simeon, Mammon, and Lucifer now had intense stares on the butler. Neither of them quite understood what he was getting at, but the fear in their expressions noted they were beginning to connect the dots. 

Diavolo sighed. “It was for her own good that the procedure continued. I know it was a violation of her consent and she may now be further traumatized by it, but what else could we have done?” 

Barbatos felt his face grow hot with anger and the tone of his voice dripped with contempt. “You could have taken her to a god-damned hospital.” 

Everyone stared at him in shock. He was never one to talk in such a terse tone to the prince of Devildom- who was also his employer. Diavolo refused to meet his intense glare. Clearly he understood the actions of Solomon were wrong, but he was not about to admit it without trying to justify it. 

The words that had been spoken finally processed in Lucifer’s head. He felt his body begin to tremble and the fact that you had once again been violated by someone else, and your pleas for them to cease their actions had been ignored. This time though, it was by someone you considered a friend...Someone you trusted to treat you with respect, and who had instead taken your dignity away when you had just started to give it back. 

For some reason, Lucifer did not feel anger...but he did once again feel the helpless dread that plagued him when he woke on the cement floor without you by his side. He bit down on his cheek, drawing blood from the wound had now been created. His fingernails dug into the skin of his knees as he tried desperately to keep his composure. 

Simeon’s eyes welled with tears and he shot a disgusted look at Solomon. His tone was shaky as he tried to remain calm. “You told her before you started that if she wanted you to stop you would listen! Why didn’t you!?” 

Solomon refused to meet the eyes of anyone else, instead his gaze was locked on his hands as he repeatedly tried to crack his knuckles individually. the nervousness that was displayed in his actions was evident. “I...We needed to finish it. It was imperative. I didn’t have a choice.” 

Mammon finally snapped. He had been quiet this whole time- silently seething and trying to maintain his calm like he and Lucifer had discussed earlier. But now, he had had enough: Enough of Solomon’s piss-poor excuses, enough of Diavolo’s passiveness toward the behavior of the sorcerer, and enough of the heartache he felt at you continuously being hurt. He jolted up out of his chair, and landed a punch square on Solomon’s jaw before his horns could even sprout from his head.

Barbatos was immediately on his feet and restrained Mammon’s arms as he snarled at the sorcerer. “The fuck is wrong with you, huh?! She asks ya to stop, ya fuckin’ stop!”

Solomon was now on the floor, the chair he was once sitting in now overturned by the brute force Mammon had used to attack him. Diavolo and Simeon were at his side in an instant, assessing for if he needed any first aid. 

Mammon continued berating the sorcerer. His voice was booming and intense as he struggled to free himself from Barbatos’ hold. “I don’t give a flyin’ fuck how important ya thought this was. She told your ass to stop! Nothin’ could be so important that her consent didn’t matter no more. Do ya get some sort of sick pleasure from seein’ her in pain?!” 

Lucifer closed his eyes as he felt tears coming on. The commotion around him sounded so distant and muffled, and he almost felt like the world around him was fading away. A sharp ringing that reverberated through his skull was the only thing that grounded him to reality. All he wanted was to see you- to see for himself how you were doing. His chest heaved as his breathing quickened, and his thoughts raced with a mixture of memories from the events that had happened to you- the rape, the look of your mangled body, the fear you displayed at his anger, the way you were held down by his brothers...It all flashed so quickly, he could barely keep up. 

Lucifer’s turmoil was left unnoticed as Mammon’s rage festered. Not a single one of them had seen the 2nd oldest this angry before. While he was obnoxious and loud, he was usually very passive and the threats he would make were vague and had no intentions behind them. Now though, they feared he could give Satan a run for his money at the intensity of his wrath.

“Mammon, I didn’t have a choice!” Solomon winced as he adjusted his jaw. He spat out a tooth that had been knocked loose by the force of his blow.

“Maybe I should make some wider holes in the side of your head so ya can hear better!” He spat, venom soaking the words as they careened from his lips. “I told ya I didn’t give a shit about what ya thought at the time! She didn’t deserve to be abused like that!”

At the last words that flew from his mouth, Solomon’s eyes widened. He didn’t want to consider what he had done as abuse, but as he recalled your pleas for him to stop, and the way he had the brothers hold you down so you wouldn’t move under his touch- he realized that it was exactly what he had done. He knew you were traumatized- that much was evident. But that you would see him as no better than the demon who had raped you? His heart shattered at the idea. 

“Enough.” The soft trembling in Lucifer’s voice was barely audible to the rest of the individuals in the room. “Please...e-enough.” 

All eyes fell to Lucifer. His orbs were glossy with tears as they slid down his cheeks. For the first time, he looked smaller to both Solomon and Simeon. Both had been surprised his wrath had not yet made an appearance, but were even more shocked at how broken he seemed to be in this moment. 

Diavolo moved to kneel in front of Lucifer. Simeon helped Solomon to his feet, while Mammon was completely frozen in place at the sight of Lucifer’s woe. He pressed both of his large hands on Lucifer’s shoulders and met his eyes. “Lucifer...” 

He turned his gaze away and bit back the fresh tears that threatened to spill. 

“Lucifer, I’m sorry.” Solomon blurted from across the room. Somehow, he almost preferred seeing the Avatar of Pride experiencing intense wrath. The way he seemed to crumble before him now...especially with the reasoning being you...it made his chest tighten in regret.

Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to escape the images assaulting his mind. He gave no verbal response to the sorcerer, and didn’t acknowledge Diavolo’s tightening grip on his shoulders.

The room was quiet for a moment. Mammon’s demon form slowly dissipated as his anger calmed down, and the only noise that could be heard was small sniffles from Simeon, and Lucifer’s ragged breaths. Before Diavolo spoke, he raised from his position in front of the first born and reached into his coat pocket. 

“Lucifer...and Mammon...I need to give you context into how urgent the matter actually was. I don’t expect either of you to forgive us for being dishonest with you, but I want you to understand...” His hands gripped the small jar and pulled it out delicately as he spoke. He set the jar on the small table that sat in the center of the room and backed away from it slowly, allowing everyone to observe it. 

 Barbatos felt his whole body tense and his grip from Mammon released as he completely turned away from the sight of the embryo. He was the first of the three to understand what it was, and it made him sick to think this was the reality of your situation. 

Mammon approached the jar and picked it up. He squinted at the small fleshy lump that was trapped within the jar. “What the heck is this?”

Diavolo sighed. “It’s…uh-“ He struggled to find the words to describe the embryo without causing a rampage from the two brothers.

“It’s a fertilized egg- an embryo. I removed it from Mc’s uterus.” Solomon stated, sorrowfully.

Lucifer opened his eyes and stole a glance at the jar. His vision blurred and vertigo took over his senses. His stomach churned, threatening to project vomit into his throat. His breathing became uneven and shuddered as the realization of what the thing was dawned on him.

Mammon tightened his grip on the jar as his eyes darted around the room. Panic began to fill his chest. “I…I don’t understand. What are ya saying?!”

“She was pregnant…” Solomon dropped his gaze to the floor as the words died in his throat.

At the confirmation of his fears, Lucifer failed to continue to hold back the utter disgust that had manifested within every corner of his body. His stomach lurched violently and he could no longer contain the bile that was forcing it’s way out of his body. He turned his head away from the others and vomited onto the floor beside him.

Mammon shook his head and slammed the jar back on the table. “N—no. That can’t be true!”

Diavolo sighed and met Mammon’s fearful gaze. “Unfortunately it is. Now do you understand our urgency in doing this procedure?”

Mammon continued shaking his head as tears formed in the corners of his eyes. He didn’t want to believe that things just kept getting worse for you. How could you live like this?! How could you continue to go on knowing the consequences of your abuse had directly led to this result? His heart ached for you, completely breaking at the knowledge that this is what has become of your life now.

After what seemed like an eternity, Lucifer was finally able to compose himself. He spit the remnants of the bile onto the floor and turned to Solomon. Their eyes met for a moment before he spoke. “I can’t say I forgive any of you for going behind my back.” He took a deep breath, holding down the anger that had finally started to appear within him. “Nor will I forgive you- Solomon- for refusing to acknowledge her desires for you to stop what you were doing.”

Solomon and Diavolo both nodded, completely understanding why that was the case.

“However…” Lucifer’s gaze dropped to the embryo for a moment before he closed his eyes, fighting the urge to expel more tears. “I appreciate that you were able to rid her of this parasite. Thank you.”

Everyone in the room blinking in utter disbelief at Lucifer’s expression of gratitude. He further shocked them as he continued to speak.

“I also want to apologize to both of you- Simeon especially- for my actions.” He peered at the angel through the breaks in his messy hair that fell in front of his eyes. “I was angry- and reasonably so- but the injuries I inflicted on both of you were unnecessary.”

Mammon gaped at Lucifer. Had he heard him right?! He pressed a finger into his ear and turned it in an attempt to clean out what must have been something blockading his actual ability to hear. “I’m sorry. Did you just say you were sorry to them?!”

Lucifer glanced at Mammon and nodded, giving him a signal that he should follow suit. Mammon crossed his arms and turned away, refusing to issue any of them an apology.

“That’s okay.” Simeon gave Lucifer a half-smile. “I don’t think you need to apologize, but I appreciate it nonetheless.”

Solomon nodded in agreement. “I know we aren’t best friends now. But I do hope you understand where we are coming from.”

Lucifer nodded and turned away from them. The only thing on his mind right now was going to see you. All he wanted was to curl into your warm body and breathe in the delicate floral scent of your shampoo as he nuzzled his face into your hair.

“Would you like to see her?” Diavolo chimed in, noticing Lucifer’s longing in his behaviors.

Lucifer perked up and his eyes glistened with hopefulness. “Could I?”

Diavolo stood and nodded. “First, allow the little Ds to tend to your injuries and assist you both in cleaning up.”

As they all stood and exited the dungeons toward the stairs, Lucifer had to refrain from bolting past everyone in his urgency to see you.  He knew you would be panicked if you saw him like this…but god be damned if he wasn’t excited to have you in his arms once again.

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Lucifer stepped out of the shower, happy to have finally been able to clean himself after the harrowing events of the past 3 days. 

Diavolo had offered him his own room in the castle- requesting that Satan and Asmo share a room with Mammon to give him his privacy- but Lucifer turned him down. He fully intended in staying in whatever room you were currently resting in. Even if you didn’t want him to share the bed with you; he would sleep in an arm chair if it meant he got to finally be near you. 

Instead, Mammon would get the single room. Lucifer reasoned that it would be best for him to have his space from his brothers, given that Mammon had suddenly become more hot-headed over the past few days than anyone could have guessed. He had only used the room to shower off and dress himself presentably- while Mammon waited for his turn to bathe. 

Lucifer exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped snuggly around his waste. Mammon sat on the bed scowling at one of the little Ds who had entered the room, holding up outfits for him to choose from after he bathed. 

“That one is too formal!” He snapped, pointing at the dress shirt and tie the small demon held up to him. “What do I look like? A Lawyer or somethin’?!” 

Lucifer let out a small chuckle. “It’s just until we get back to HOL, Mammon. Diavolo was kind enough to special-order clothes for us- we shouldn’t squander the gift.” 

Mammon narrowed his eyes and scoffed. “It seems you’ve quickly gone back to kissing the ground that tyrant walks on in a matter of hours.” 

Lucifer turned and shot him a warning glare as he dropped his towel to change into the clothing the little Ds had picked out for him. “I suggest you really think about if this is the path you want to go down, Mammon.” 

Mammon rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the little D. “Fine, I’ll wear that one, but just the shirt and pants. I ain’t wearing no suit jacket and tie.” 

Lucifer stole quick glances at the clock as he dressed. The clothing that was picked for him was similar to his old clothes- a dark button up with black slacks, but the tie that was chosen was a deep Aegean blue. Like Mammon, he decided not to wear the vest or suit-jacket that came with it- instead opting for the simplistic version. Most of the reason for this was the bruises and cuts that still littered his body, in addition to the aches he felt all over as a result of sleeping on the hard ground of the dungeons. Any clothing that restricted his movement too much would result in him eventually being irritable- and that is not how he wanted to greet you after the past few days. 

After Mammon showered and dressed in his brown slacks and white button up, the two were escorted downstairs by the little Ds. They were told that Diavolo was preparing a feast tonight as both an apology for everything that they all have had to go through over the past few weeks, and as a symbol of renewal for the group- as if to suggest that the time spent moving forward would be better. 

Lucifer entered the dining room and was greeted by the site of his brothers- dressed in uncharacteristically formal attire and sitting nervously- waiting for him and Mammon to enter. Diavolo stood as Lucifer entered and Gestured to the seat next to him. Lucifer nodded and dropped his gaze to the floor, moving to take his seat next to Diavolo. 

Asmo Motioned for Mammon to sit next to him and Satan, and Mammon scoffed, turning his attention away. He didn’t want to be here, but especially not sitting across from Solomon. Lucifer cleared his throat and caught Mammon’s gaze, motioning with his eyebrows for him to sit. He let out a groan and dropped into the seat, slouching down and refusing to make eye contact with anyone. 

The only two missing from the table were You, Simeon, and Barbatos. He figured Barbatos was tending to the little Ds in the kitchen, but Lucifer doubted you would be joining them. After all, he figured you probably still wouldn’t be able to move around. Simeon rounded the corner with a beaming smile plastered on his face. He took his seat across from Lucifer and locked eyes with him. His smile grew wider and he dropped his eyes quickly- as if he was hiding some sort of secret. 

Lucifer stared at him suspiciously. Given all of the events that had happened, he wasn’t sure why Simeon would ever think to look at him like that. After all, Lucifer had nearly stripped him of one of the things he cherished so deeply in being an angel. Lucifer thought back to how devastated he had been when he had fallen and his bottom two wings had been mercilessly stripped from his back. At the time of their fight, he thought it was the only way Simeon could have any resemblance of the pain he was feeling of you being hurt again. 

A familiar sound jolted him from his thoughts. He recognized the soft timbre of your voice immediately, and snapped his attention to the door. as if his body was acting without his conscious will, he rose from his chair and immediately straightened his clothes. 

“I’m fine, Barbatos. Really.” You sighed as you stepped cautiously into the dining room. Barbatos had your left hand in his, and his right arm grasped against your waist in order to stabilize you. “It was just a short walk...its not like I-”

You stopped in your tracks after seeing everyone’s eyes looking up to you as you entered. You felt your face flush slightly with embarrassment at being the center of attention, but then your eyes locked with Lucifer. You gaped at him as your legs immediately turned to Jello. You nearly collapsed at the unbelievable sight of your lover- looking as handsome as ever- after not seeing him in days as a result of the recent events that had taken place. If not for Barbatos’ grip on your body, you probably would have passed out right there. 

Lucifer’s breath stilled as you walked into the room. He had not not expected to see you out of bed- nor did he expect to see you dressed so beautifully. Your hair was pulled back in a loose up-do; the intricate [hair color] locks adorned with small silver flowers. You wore a modest floor-length gown that matched the tie Lucifer was given by the little Ds. The dress was speckled with silver glitter- which made you almost look a star shimmering in the night sky. Your makeup was light, but striking- and shimmery silver glow decorated your cheeks as you blushed.

You both stared at each other for a moment- as if you both didn’t truly believe the other was truly standing before you in the flesh. It wasn’t until Diavolo nudged Lucifer with his elbow that he finally snapped out of his daze and quickly moved toward you. You pulled yourself out of Barbatos’ grasp and ran toward him, nearly collapsing as you moved as fast as your weak legs would take you. 

Lucifer met in an instant and wrapped you into a tight embrace, picking you up and spinning you once before setting you back down gently. You nuzzled your face into his chest, savoring the feeling of his body pressed against yours. Lucifer in turn littered the top of your head with gentle kisses, taking in your sweet scent as he did. 

Asmo squealed at the sight, gushing to Satan about how adorable the two of you looked right now, and bragging to the others about how he was the one to do your makeup. Levi then retorted with the fact that he was the one who picked out the beautiful dress from Majolish, so that surely contributed to your radiance. Then, the room was suddenly alive with chatter and laughter- as if whatever tension initially hung above the room was released into the atmosphere. 

Lucifer guided you to your seat at the table gently, ensuring to keep a firm grip on your waist until he was sure you were seated appropriately. He slyly pulled your chair closer to his so that your legs touched under the table, and so he could continue to hold your hips as you sat. Once he finished moving your chair, you leaned your head into his chest and closed your eyes. The noise of the others in the room faded into the background as your ears tuned into the rapid beating of Lucifer’s heart. 

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Part 10

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Who Obeys Who?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

~F!Mc~ Word Count: 4,494

Summary: After Mc’s latest brush with death, Lucifer has placed various rules to ensure her safety. However, the independent human will soon discover that the brothers have become increasingly possessive/protective over her, to the point where she begins to feel suffocated. In the heat of the moment during a particularly bad fight, Mc uses the power of her pacts and accidentally harms the brothers in the process. Anguished over this and the brothers’ behavior, she runs away and seeks a way to break the pacts, for their sake and her own!

Warnings: Mention of death, brief violence, aggressive scenarios.

It was no secret to anyone that the 7 Lords of Devildom were fiercely protective of their little human, however this was something that Mc was still adjusting to. Back in the human world, Mc was never really the center of attention or had particularly protective family/friends, and was quite content with the sense of freedom that came with such a life.

However, as the brothers began to grow closer and closer with her, their desire to guard the new member of their family also swelled. At first, she found this behavior somewhat endearing; it warmed her heart to know that such powerful and feared demons cared so deeply for her, a mere mortal human. With this new sensation of the brothers at her side, Mc felt safe in Devildom, despite the multiple times she had almost lost her life.

That was until she had a particularly bad run in with several lower demons at RAD once a day. Mc had left her classes mid-session to use the restroom, the hallways were silent and empty as everyone was seated in their classrooms. However, when she was making her way back to class, three lower demons jumped out and began attacking her, beating her nearly unconscious.

In between the grunts and deafening blows the demons dealt her, she could hear them shouting something about how she was making the Demon Lords soft, that her presence was ruining their reputation as fearsome, cruel creatures.

However, it was over as soon as it started; the demons left her gasping alone on the cool, tiled floor. Soon after Mammon (who had been in the process of skipping class) discovered her battered body and called his brothers for help. Although Mc hadn’t sustained any serious injuries, she was quickly raced to the nearest hospital and made a swift recovery with the help of Solomon and Simeon’s healing abilities.

In the days after the incident, Mc was feeling suprisingly unscatched, both physically and mentally. Despite how worried sick the brothers were, she was simply happy that the whole ordeal was over and done with, the perpetrators promptly beaten and jailed. However, Lucifer had decided this was not good enough for Mc, or rather, him.

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Mc sat nervously at the dining table in the House of Lamentation, all the chairs filled with their respective brothers. Lucifer had called a “family meeting” earlier that day during RAD classes and had stressed that everyone must be there.

At first Mc hadn’t been too worried about the sudden order, but simply watching Mammon anxiously bounce his leg from next to her with his chin resting gravely on his palm, had her suddenly reconsidering. Everyone instantly perked up as Lucifer cleared his throat from the end of the long table.

“In light of… recent events...,” he begins his gaze sweeping from brother to brother, eventually landing firmly on Mc, making her jump slightly. He pauses for a moment, huffing slightly.

“...I have decided that there is an urgent need for new rules regarding Mc, more specifically on how to ensure she remains safe in her time at Devildom,” he announces.

“What do you mean ‘new rules’,” Mc questions, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Lucifer shoots her a quick glare after being interrupted before continuing.

“I mean that as of today, you cannot be without an escort when leaving the House of Lamentation under any circumstances-,” he says as Mc rises quickly from her chair.

“What?! I need an escort?-'' she exclaims, hands placed definitely on the table before her.

“-That includes walking to and from RAD, walking between class periods, and anywhere else outside of the House of Lamentation,” he continues, ignoring Mc’s sudden outburst.

“That ridiculous, I can handle walking myself perfectly fine-,” Mc shouts.

“You will be required to have your D.D.D on you at all times, and you are not permitted to leave the house after 8pm,” he states coldly, staring down Mc. “All of which are effective for an indefinite amount of time.”

“This isn’t necessary, Lucifer! I know what happened last week, but that doesn’t mean you can just start making me follow all these crazy restrictions!” Mc pleads, desperately looking around the table at the brothers for any semblance of support.

However, they all avoid her gaze, a few of them taking sudden interest in the intricate carvings that adorn the side of the wooden table.

“It is necessary, Mc,” Lucifer says matter-of-factly, crossing his arms. “I know that you’re a very independent person, but these rules are for your own safety.”.

“I’m sorry Lucifer, but I won’t allow myself to submit to this-,” Mc begins defiantly.

“-You will follow these rules. This is not something that is up for discussion, Mc!” he bellows, causing everyone at the table to flinch at the sudden aggression.

“And that goes for all of you,” he commands, pointing accusingly at his brothers. “You all are to make sure that she adheres to these rules, you understand?”

They all exchange quick glaces between a fuming Mc and Lucifer’s stern expression. They all nod slowly, reluctantly submitting to Lucifer’s will. Mc flops angrily into her chair, teeth clenched as she festers silently in her own wrath.

As much as she wants to, she simply can’t win against Lucifer, especially not on this one. Seeing that none of the other brothers came to her aid, she decides she has no choice but to swallow her pride. Biting her tongue, she nods slightly along with the brothers.

“Then… that is all that I need to say,” Lucifer says, his composure restored as he rises from his seat. “This meeting is adjourned.”

In the days after Lucifer's declaration, Mc begrudgingly followed each rule. Although she was still fuming, she offered no further protest on the matter, electing to just wait until Lucifer decided these restrictions were no longer necessary.

After a while, Mc began to not be particularly bothered by these rules. Although she valued her occasional moments of solitude, having the brothers escort her from place to place proved to be somewhat enjoyable. Additionally, having her D.D.D on her at all times wasn’t too much of a hassle, and it wasn’t like she had many places to be in Devildom after 8pm.

However, Mc began to feel more concerned with the brothers’ behavior as more and more questionable moments occurred between them. She first took notice of this somewhat alarming shift in behavior when Mc was conversing with a new friend from her Curses and Hexes class; another demon, obviously.

Mc was always eager to make new friends, especially since she rarely had the chance to talk to any demons outside of the seven brothers. Her and this new demon had randomly sparked up a conversation when he had asked her for a spare pencil. He had noticed it had a design on it that originated from a popular movie franchise that he was also interested in, so the duo became engrossed in discussing the topic long into the class period. Even after the bell rang, they continued absentmindedly laughing and chatting with one another.

This caused Beel, who had recently begun waiting for Mc outside of each of her classes to walk her from period to period, to peek his head in the room worriedly. The redhead immediately noticed the lower demon and how he was leaning against Mc’s desk, deep in conversation with his human. Anger quickly sparked in the pit of his abdomen, prompting him to stalk swiftly towards the duo.

He planted a solid hand on Mc’s shoulder. “The bell rang, Mc. Let’s go to your next class,” he grunts, refusing to acknowledge the surprised demon beside him.

“Oh, it's okay Beel. You can go without me, I’ll be leaving after I finish up here in a second,” Mc says cheerfully, waving Beel on without much thought.

In response, his grip tightens every-so slightly on Mc’s shoulder, digging into the fabric of her uniform. “No. I have to go with you Mc,” he says firmly.

“Beel, seriously, it’s okay,” Mc responds in a quizzical tone, eyes flickering between his face and his hand on her shoulder. “I’ll just have my friend here walk me instead. Your class is on the other side of campus anyway, so you’ll be late if you wait for me.”

“I don’t care if I’m late. I’m not going to let you be alone with some other demon, Mc,” he growls.

Both Mc and the lower demon gape at Beel, taken aback by his sudden aggression.

“Beel! Don’t be rude! You don’t need to worry about him, he’s oka-,” Mc exclaims.

“Mc. I’m not leaving you with him,” Beel repeats, this time finally eyeing the fidgeting lower demon sitting across from him. He wilts slightly from Beel’s piercing gaze, feeling as if he’s somehow made a grave mistake by simply talking to Mc. Mc shakes Beel’s hand from her shoulder, rising from her desk to confront him head on.

“Beelzebub. I’m telling you-,” Mc begins before she’s abruptly interrupted by Beel grabbing her wrist and tugging her towards the classroom’s exit. Despite her protests, he managed to make it halfway to her next period before Mc finally wrenched herself from his grip. The other demons in the hallway disperse, fleeing to their classrooms after sensing the dangerous arua the Avatar of Gluttony was emitting.

“What the hell Beel?” she pants, rubbing the angry red skin on her wrist. She eyes him, feeling increasingly uneasy; what happened back in the classroom...it was completely out of character for him. He never spoke to her, or anyone in that way, let alone put his hands on her like that.

“Lucifer said you can’t go anywhere by yourself,” he explains, placing a hand on his neck while shame begins to replace the wrath within him.

“Yeah, I wasn’t going by myself. I said that my friend was going to walk me instead,” Mc shoots back.

Beel frowns, “You can’t trust any demon you meet, Mc. You don’t know if you really would be safe with him.”

In the back of her mind, Mc knows he’s half right; she simply didn’t know that demon well enough to confidently say he wouldn’t try something the moment she was alone and vulnerable. However, she wasn’t upset that Beel questioned his integrity anymore, she was upset that he didn’t even take a moment to consider her feelings on the matter. He simply ran off with her without a second thought, completely disregarding her ability to judge a person’s character on her own without him or one of his brothers weighing in with their own cynical opinions.

They stood silently for a moment as Mc stewed in her thoughts, the hallway empty, its air turning stale around them. Before she could give a proper retort, the sound of the school’s bell rang around them, indicating that they were now both late for class. Mc clenched her firsts angrily.

She then turned sharply and stalked to her next period, allowing an uneasy Beel to accompany her from a distance. Once she entered her classroom and slammed the door behind her, Beel began the trek on his own class. When the next period ended, Mc found Belphie waiting outside to escort her in place of Beel.

Despite this concerning event, there was a brief lull in the brothers’ display of possessive behavior; whether that be because they finally realized that they were suffocating Mc with their antics, or because Mc had been more careful about complying to Lucifer’s rules.  However, this moment of peace was soon to be interrupted.

After Asmo accidentally spilled wine on Mc during a visit to Ristorante Six, he had vowed to take her shopping for a whole new outfit, even though it only really stained her blouse. When Levi caught wind of the excursion, he decided to tag along to go window shopping for some newly released Ruri-chan merchandise.

That weekend, the trio made their way to the bustling shopping center at the heart of Devildom; the majority of the day was very lighthearted and served as a much needed break from school and the crushing protectiveness of the brothers. They all spent hours browsing and trying on clothes in Majolish, laughing as Asmo forced Levi to briefly explore his fashion sense with them. After they finally left, Mc and Asmo struggled to carry the various bags filled to the brim with clothes and accessories while Levi happily snapped pictures of the exasperated pair, offering no help as he uploaded the photos to Devilgram.

After some more teasing, Levi finally slid his phone away before reaching to take one of the heavier bags from Mc’s hand. Mc gladly accepts the aid, shifting her weight forward to lean towards his extended hand. However, her shoe briefly caught the raised surface of a slightly out-of-place tile in the pavement, causing her to trip mid-step. Before she could sprawl across the floor below, she collides into a passing demon, falling face first into their chest.

“Hey! Watch it-,” the demon shouts, falling backwards from the force of the impact.

Mc instantly removes herself from the demon. “Ah-, I’m sorry! Are you okay?,” flustered from the embarrassing spectacle she’s caused. She offers a hand to the fallen demon, smiling politely as they glare at her from the floor.

“My apologies, I accidentally tripped, and you just happened to be in front of me...,” she says quickly as they begrudgingly reach to take her hand.

Before their palms can overlap, Levi moves in between the two, slapping the demon’s hand away from Mc’s. Shocked, the demon sharply pulls back his hand, hissing from the insult.

“Levi? What the fuck was that for?” Mc gasped, Levi’s expression startlingly contradicting the joyful demon he was moments ago.

“Don’t fucking talk to her like that,” Levi snarls at the demon, shoving Mc behind him despite her protests. “Stay the fuck away from us.”

At a loss for words, Mc desperately looks to Asmo for help. Rather than stepping forward to mitigate the situation as he so often does, Asmo simply moves to pick up the fallen bag and plants himself next to Levi, ignoring Mc’s aghast face.

“Guys, calm down! It was my fault, I was the one who bumped into them!” Mc exclaims, moving in front of the pair with raised hands.

“Yeah, what the hell? It was just an accident-,” the demon begins, moving to return to a standing position. Before they can get themselves completely upright, Levi shoves him to the ground.

“Levi-,” Mc yelped at the sudden display of violence. This time, she places a hand on the two advancing brothers’ chest, glaring at them both.

“If you two don’t knock this shit off right now, I’ll use our pacts to command you to stop,” she warns, hoping the anger in her tone masked the fear she felt creeping its way into the corners of her mind.

Levi clicks his tongue in frustration, reluctantly taking a step away from the terrified demon. Asmo slowly follows, never taking his eyes off them.

“Fine,” Asmo mutters. “But it would be in your best interest to leave, and never show your face around us ever again,” Asmo spat at the demon, his usually pristine face twisted into an irritated grimace.

The demon immediately takes off in the other direction, leaving the trio alone in the street. Before Mc could scold them, they both link their arms around her’s and stomp away.

“That was out-of-fucking line, guys!” Mc exclaims after a moment of stunned silence. The pair flinch a little but continue tugging her back to the House of Lamentation wordlessly.

“That was… that was absolutely ridiculous! It was just a simple mistake, and it was my fault! There was no reason for you guys to blow up on them like that!” she says, whipping her head from side to side in an attempt to read the faces of the two demons.

“Why’re you acting like that demon running into me was some kind of assasinaton attempt?! You guys didn’t used to be this… unreasonable…” she trails off, desperately trying to get Levi or Asmo to meet her eyes. “...What the fuck happened?” she asks the pair.

“I’ll tell you what the fuck happened, Mc,” Levi finally retorts, clenching his teeth as he lifts his head to look at her from behind his violet hair. “You… you were almost killed... not even a month ago. And if you think we’re just going to let something like that happen again then-”.

“But they weren’t trying to kill me!” Mc thundered, shaking with anger. “You both totally overreacted!”

“We can’t be too careful, Mc. I’m sorry we upset you, but I’d rather that than risk you being murdered!” Asmo admits, gripping her arm desperately.

“There was no danger, Asmo!” Mc yells. “Why can’t you two understand that?”

Levi and Asmo exchanged troubled glances.

“Mc, we’re just trying to do what’s best for you…” Levi pleads, Asmo nodding.

“This is what you think is best for me?! Just tearing off with me the moment I interact with any demon aside from you guys?” Mc scoffs, struggling to wrap her mind around the ridiculousness of the whole situation.

The two demons are silent, festering in shame and frustration. They avoid her eyes, struggling to produce a proper retort.

“I decide what is best for me, got it?! Because clearly, you guys have lost all touch with reality!” she continues, beyond caring about softening her insults.

Although the brothers wanted to argue back, they both elected to bite their tongues for the rest of the walk home, hoping that Mc would eventually calm down and come around to their point of view.

However, when they finally arrived home Mc ripped her arms from their grip, storming to her room while Asmo and Levi frantically tried to apologize from behind her wake. She slammed the door in their faces; they knocked the wooden surface as they pleaded for her to let them so they could make it up to her.

After a while of fruitlessly calling to her, they finally gave up, leaving Mc alone to quietly sob in her room. She refused to speak to the pair for a couple days afterward, but eventually gave up on attempting to hold a grudge on the demons she loved so deeply. She tried to drop her guard around them once again, but still couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling that had been clouding her mind ever since that day.

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Although Mc found these instances incredibly peculiar (alarmingly so), she still gave the demon brothers the benefit of the doubt. She understood that they cared for her fiercely, and that this could lead them to act aggressively; but she could not wrap her head around why they were starting to disregard how Mc felt. They had begun to handle her like a delicate piece of artwork; something to be admired from within a protective container, never to be touched by outside hands.

Despite this, she decided that for the time being she would simply grin a bear it all while she gave them a chance to calm themselves, hoping they would all eventually return to their normal selves. However, this was not the case as Mc would soon realize after she had forgotten to walk home with Mammon after classes at RAD.

As per Lucifer’s rules, Mc was to be accompanied by one of the brothers to and from school. After much pestering from Mammon, she agreed to make walking back with him a daily occurrence. The two would meet in the garden at the center of RAD’s campus and make the journey home together, chatting about their day. However, Mc had completely forgotten about this agreement one day.

Mc has a bad habit of becoming lost in thought, forgetting the world around her as she silently listens to music through a pair of tangled earbuds. Mc was often accompanied by at least 1-2 demon brothers at once, so she doesn't often get much time to simply explore her own thoughts without interruption. This, coupled with her bad habit of becoming detached from the present, caused her to simply walk straight to the House of Lamentation without the thought of meeting Mammon even crossing her mind.

She had gotten home before any of the others, and absentmindedly slumped into bed after changing out of her RAD uniform. Lazily rolling over, she reached out to pick up her previously discarded D.D.D and earbuds, music still faintly playing. She clicked on the screen to turn off the music and noticed she had 9 new notifications while her phone was on silent. There were 6 text messages from Mammon, and 4 new missed calls. Mc sat up in bed to read the texts:

“Oi! Where the hell are ya at Mc?” - 19 minutes ago

“Are you coming or not? Did ya forget about me?” - 16 minutes ago

1 missed call.

“Did ya walk home with Asmo instead of me? That hurts my feelings, ya know.” - 15 minutes ago

1 missed call.

“Hey! Respond to my calls… you’re startin’ to worry me”. - 12 minutes ago

"If you’re worried that I’m mad, I’m not! Just text me when ya get home safely, OK?” - 11 minutes ago

2 missed calls.

“That's it! You better call me back right now, or I’m gonna start freakin’ out!” - 6 minutes ago

Mc drags a hand over her face, annoyed by his gross overreaction. Mammon has always been the clingy type, something she had gotten used to and eventually found somewhat endearing. However, this was just too much…

Before she could even begin to return his calls, the door to her room burst open, swinging on its hinges and slamming into the wall with a loud bang. There in the doorway stood Mammon, sweaty, panting, and obviously very distressed. Alongside him stood Satan, Asmo, and Belphie, all looking slightly less disheveled but with equally concerned expressions. As soon as they laid their eyes on her, relief immediately flushed all other emotion from their faces.

“Wha-”, she began, but was swiftly cut off when Mammon leapt towards her to clutch her shoulders.

“What the hell happened Mc?!” he exclaims, shaking her before embracing her firmly. After a tense moment, he quickly peels himself from her form, his flushed face mere inches from her own as he continues his volley of questions.

“I really thought something bad happened to you!” he cries out, silvery eyebrows furrowed. Mc opened her mouth to explain but was interrupted once again.

“-and why didn’t ya answer my calls? I got so worried that I even called Asmo, and when he said that you weren’t with him, I totally freaked!” he says, his eyes wandering to inspect her body; still expecting her to be harmed in some way.

Mc pushes the babbling demon off of her as she explains, “I’m sorry, I had my D.D.D on silent, so I didn’t see any of your texts.”

As Mammon tumbles to the foot of her bed, Asmo quickly takes his place next to her.

“Mc! You can’t do that to us again! We really thought some other demon got to you!” he sobs, wrapping his arms around her , dramatically burying his face in the crook of her neck. Satan turns his back to them to make a call on his D.D.D, presumably to let the others know that Mc is safe and sound at home.

Overwhelmed by the sudden attention, Mc struggles to pry the weeping demon off of her. She looks to Belphie to help as he’s usually the brother that grants her the most freedom in situations like these. Meeting her gaze, Belphie moves forward, his facade of indifference faintly cracking.

“That doesn’t explain why you didn't wait for one of us to walk with you. You know you’re not supposed to go anywhere by yourself, Mc,” he says with a sigh, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to feign exasperation.

Mc glares at him; she half-expected him to be on her side, to scold Mammon and Asmo for their dramatic antics as he so often does.

“I’m sorry guys, I totally forgot to wait. I guess I just got so lost in thought that I didn’t realize I forgot about Mammon,” she admits, chuckling awkwardly at her rather anticlimactic explanation. Satan turns to face them as he places his D.D.D back into his pant pocket, frowning at her words.

“Well, it's a good thing that you at least went straight back to the House of Lamentation, because if we didn’t find you in your room, Lucifer would have asked Diavolo to form a royal search party for you,” he says, his hand cupping his chin thoughtfully.

“What?! A search party?” Mc exclaims, becoming more exasperated by the second. “Isn’t that a bit much? I mean… I was only unaccounted for for less than half an hour, right? Doesn’t that seem like overkill to you?” she questions, attempting to face Satan as Asmo and Mammon fuss over her.

Satan and Belpie, who normally jump at any chance to criticize Lucifer’s decisions, simply shook their heads.

“No, it’s understandable. We can’t afford to give you the benefit of the doubt anymore,” Satan sighs.

“Huh?” Mc says, completely vexed by his explanation.

Satan moves to place a hand on her head, his palm lovingly stroking her hair despite the troubled expression that lingers on his features.

“You better start working on your apology, because Lucifer and the others are on their way back now,” he says, only half-joking. “And from what he told me, Levi and Beel had been tearing up every inch of RAD’s campus looking for any trace of you.”

Before she can argue about the matter any further, the sound of 3 pairs of footsteps thunder against the hallway’s stairs and towards her room. The other brothers burst into her room, followed by another flurry of questions and quick embraces. After a while of explaining and apologizing, Mc finally managed to quell the fears of the brothers.

Later that afternoon, they all sat down to have dinner together, the brothers continuing to fuss over an annoyed Mc. Although this ridiculous incident hadn’t ended in complete disaster (aside from the scolding of a life-time from Lucifer), it still worried Mc. She could understand, to an extent, their protectiveness over her, especially after the most recent attempt on her life. However, she was only unresponsive for less than 30 minutes, and all of them had flown into a panic; it was completely out of character for most of the brothers.

She poked at her food, still sore about the lecturing she had received. Hopefully, this was the last incident for a long while. Little did she know, it would get much worse.

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Thank you for reading part 1! Can you tell this is my first time ever writing fanfic? lmaoo

Let me know if you guys wanna see more, because regardless I plan on making 2-3 more chapters! Comments, suggestions, and reblogs are much appreciated!

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BULGASAL

This is more a rant than a review.

This started out fantastic, it had mystery, suspense, horror elements, blood, gore, establishing relationships, regret, revenge, good looking male lead, beautiful female lead, you know... not a bad start at all. Not necessarily the greatest thing but great enough to get me hooked. I like the strong, stoic types, so that was a plus.

The great thing I find about kdrama in general be it sci-fi, fantasy, drama, romance, supernatural, horror, what have you, is the way relationships are shown / developed, the emotions, the interactions of the characters, and the portrayal and emphasis on human condition. BUT!!! when it just goes on, and on, and on, aaaannnnddd ooooonnnn.... it just becomes tedious! I get it! So come on, get on with it already!

This could have been shortened down to 10 or 12-13 episodes. It was just drawn out, the storyline was lagging just as Hwal’s hair got uglier and uglier as the series went on. Seriously, a short, (not too) straight bob, parted in the middle with the ends curled in slightly does not look good for men, any man really.  I was plodding through this series and honestly I was starting to hate it.

The reaction times was just annoying. I get it, people might/could freeze during dangerous situations. Once or twice, understandable, and it happened to everyone (I think) but if it keeps happening again, and again, and again, and again.... especially when you insist on tagging along knowing that you will be in life threatening situations is just ridiculous. Oh.. by all means, why don’t we have a chat... a long arse chat... yes now, why don’t we... when we are in absolute mortal danger! FFS!!! Uuurrrrgggghhhhhh!!!!!!!!

There were also unanswered parts

It didn’t explain how Bulgasals and monsters came about and why did the monsters reincarnate as people. There are only 2 Bulgasals, were they human and became Bulgasals or did they just came into being? Fine, fine, it doesn’t necessarily need to be answered.

Why did she make him Bulgasal? If she was tired of living on and wanted to die and take revenge at the same time, why not tell him why she did it? Isn’t the point of revenge wanting them to feel how it felt like for you? She could have also said, I did not kill your family, they were my family too 400 years ago! But instead, before dying, I will defo tell you that I will be reincarnated and I will have a scar and you can fecken hunt me down!!!

And when she made him Bulgasal and took his soul, why did he not get a festering wound like Ok Eul-Tae?

How did Ok Eul-Tae know that she will make him Bulgasal?

Why the f*ck did he bring his family to hunt down Bulgasals? I know, I know, this is just for dramatic script writing reasons but still, WTF!!!

And what is it with the interiors not corresponding to the exterior of houses/sets?!!! This is the second kdrama that I have noticed, I’m sure I will discover others as well. The thing is, once I notice it, it just bothers me so much... what can I say, it just gets to me OK! Sorry... but it just does! Do the set designers not have basic concept of layouts, floorplans, facades, etc... If not, how did they qualify to be set designers? Seriously, how? Asking for a friend XD

Episode 16 kinda made up for the slow pace of previous episodes. They all looked amazing a thousand years ago! This episode also showed Hwal in his primal state, an impressive apex predator!  And better hair... LOL!

This long drawn hullabaloo lasting a 1000 years was started by Ok Eul-Tae killing his brother and blaming it on Min Sang-un. Hwal over reacting and killing everyone including the people his beloved loved and cared about. But then again, would you really blame him? He arrives to basically a witch trial with his dearest being skewered with a freakin sword through her body!

All in all, it wasn’t bad. Cinematography great, costumes great. I did cry on some parts (I’m really becoming a SAP! HUH! What’s happening to me!). I did like the ending, more than like the ending.

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