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izbelross · 2 years

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Por la vida que soy libre

Chapter: Prologue

Total chapters: 10

Pairing: Matt Murdock x black widow! reader x Frank Castle soulmate au!

A/N: ¡Hola, Isabel aquí! I finally got the ovaries to actually write something and not only that but post it :D I really hope you enjoy this and that at least I don't unalive myself under the pressure of wanting to keep writing, I will love to know what you think tho and English is not my first language so please excuse the mistakes I could have made.

This work will be a multichapter one. It wont be longer than 10 chapters. I hope.

Warnings: angst ( i think all of my works have angst fuck) / fluff and fluff / enemies to friends to lovers (kinda) / violence, torture ( not that graphic) / character death / happy ending / drama

Summary: everyone is born with a soulmate (a/n: wouldn't that be mental?) Soulmates can hear their thoughts since childhood, some others up until they're older. This connection only becomes stable when soulmates meet, but as it can be nourished to bloom into something solid it can also be stopped. Soulmates come with a free choice, you don't die without them, you can learn to live with the one of your choice, free will no matter what. Although those who chose their destined ones can coincide in one thing: "You could never regret it".

But when you are raised like a puppet of violence, your free will in every aspect of your life seems to have never existed. Along with your chance of meeting the ones destined for you.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·

When you were little, you remembered every time your mom and dad will cackle out of nowhere or share secret looks when you where excited. Sometimes they would stare at each other with a certain glint right before they attacked you with kisses or loving hugs.

They had a connection you could almost touch if you but tried to reach it and it was so, so magical to witness.

As a five year old it was your first contact with the "weird" things of this planet. Your mom told you about this magic, with the simplicity of those who have time to explain it in the years to come and along your dad, they really thought they had enough time to tell you all about soulmates.

Turns out the clock was already ticking against them.

It happened at your childhood during a Christmas morning. The tree was incredible big for your little stature and the fairy lights that were around your living room made it seem like you where in a kingdom of princesses and knights in golden armour.

The king and the queen were watching you, their little princess, swelling of childlike happiness with every present you opened.

At the fourth discarded wrapping the lights of your home went out, making you cry and your mom to pick you up while your father made the first mistake of the night. He opened the curtain just to take a little peek. What you remember after that where just glimpses of what could have been or could have not.

Glass shattering, your mom screaming, white blinding lights, one more enraged scream and then... then nothing.

When you woke up you where surrounded by other girls, some a little older than you.

You cried, cried so hard until your throat was raw and this time there where no warm arms to pick you up or soft voices with loving looks. You were alone and confused and so tired.

Without your parents suspecting it your future was settled and every thought of a soulmate wouldn't be touched up until you arrived at your new jail. And even then, there was no much to hope from it.

/////////////uwu///////////

With the passing years and as you became a Widow you tried to find yourself in the middle of women who were trained for the same as you: lying, killing, surviving. Hating.

You didn't let your ward down during the missions and the only kind of friendship you knew was the weird interactions you had with Natasha and Yelena –who seemed to sometimes hate their guts out– you could catalogue them as family and as the only ones who shared their memories with you and you with them. So, you decided that, yes, you could do it, you could trust them.

First it was Nat, the oldest of the three. She told you about a woman's voice speaking in her mind. At the beginning she thought was going crazy. Nat didn't even know if she should trust her or not and decided to confide in you.

This voice belonged to a beautiful name. "You don't get it dipshits, her voice is so soothing and calm and oh, so relaxing, she appeases me and is so gentle and lulling" she told you, Yelena and you shared a look. "You just said the same thing six times Natalia" when she didn't reply to the absurd name you always called her when she was being a pain in the ass, Yelena and you knew that Yes, indeed, she is fucked.

At first, this voice thought that Nat was joking with her when she told her that she never heard such a thing as a soulmate before. To say that the girls voice was confused and hurt was an understatement, but she was patient and alongside her — even though was harder— Natasha learned from her too.

You and Yelena really thought that Nat was going crazy.

"I tell you Romanoff, every day you worry me a little more." You said, teasing and concern stressing in your voice. "First it was you blaming me for your lost set of pocket knives from El Cairo and now this... how did you described it? Honey like, softly woman voice?"

"Do not forget the "Heavenly and sexy like" Yelena joined your teasing.

Even if you two enjoyed the talks, something that was the only normality you ever lived, you couldn't shake the feeling that it was indeed not normal for someone to hear out of the blue a voice.

"Perhaps, she is starting to develop the first symptoms." Natasha looked at both of you unamused. She let you two talk and bicker, she knew by experience that with her talking it would only get worse.

"Ah, yes. A very sad illness if may I say so, many people in here seem to have it." you added, Yelena send you a very much sad puppy eyes kinda look.

"You two are insufferable." the red head said while rolling her eyes and getting ready for the last chores of the day: moping the bathroom floor.

"When are you gonna tell the Master about it anyways?" asked Yelena while trying to squish the mop with her bare hands.

It was a simple question. Every decision you all made, without doubt, had to be supervised by the Master of the place. Your mentor. It was a conditioned thinking that you all learned since childhood and now even now almost in adulthood you had to make sure to let her know every little aspect. The Master had a schedule for your health status: the food you ate, the time of training, sleeping, practice, hell even the period and bath. You all learned that it really wasn't necessary to let your Master know when and where, but you had to if you didn't want to get punished for your lack of communication.

That's why even if you all had to obey and inform everything Natasha felt, this was hers, it was her voice, it was her friend. Her soulmate. No one in the jail seem to know about soulmates, not Yelena or you, not her other fellow widows. And Natasha wanted to keep it that way.

"I will not."

The conversation died there and for at least two weeks Nat kept talking with her soulmate and she told you and Yelena that it was warmer inside her, in her chest, that her mind wasn't clouded as before. And it was beautiful, a beautiful sight seeing Nat brighten after a tough mission.

You and your blonde sister agreed that whatever kind of madness was in Nat's head it was a beautiful sight to witness.

The third month though, everything went to shit. Natasha was going to have her birthday, and like every year, with every birthday between you three, you managed to get new weaponry for each other. Something that had relevance from your missions. Nat was supposedly turning seventeen, a year away from the graduation and she was scared. You all were.

As you were changing in your room from your last mission –with Nat's birthday present hidden in your stuff– Yelena burst in the four simple walls that was your bedroom, door slamming so hard against the grey concrete that it almost tore apart the door handle. You were about to scream some obscenity to her but the terrified look on her eyes stopped you.

"Natasha is on the med bay." That was enough for you two to run directly to see her. Your own tiredness didn't matter as well as your injuries, all of it was now in second place.

As you approached, the screams and pledges of Natasha promising, no, swearing death to all those who dare touch her became more and more loud.

"Romanoff!" If Nat was enraged, she became livid at the sight of Yelena bursting into the room only to be stopped by electro shocks directly on her head.

"Let her fucking go!" you got into action before Yelena's unconscious body touched the ground and managed to knock at least three of the massive guards that were trying to retain you and take Yelena.

The room became chaos between Natasha screams and your grunts of pain with every punch that got to you. But the fight was lost when a lighting pierced your skull and your body was immobilised as well.

They managed to tie Nat and they hoisted your body to a table seemingly like you sister's.

"The soulmates are something dangerous that cannot be taken to consideration." Your Master spoke. From you peripheral Nat was struggling against the restraints, but the sedative they gave her was already making effect. "You are made for the greatness of our nation and nothing more. You belong to us. Your mind. Your thoughts. Your emotions. Your death."

Your clothes were discarded and substituted by a hospital gown. The cold warmed your bones and drops of sweat formed in your forehead. She knows about soulmates, she knows about Nat's Soulmate.

You wondered what was Natasha thinking, what was her soulmate listening to, telling her. Was she saying goodbye? Was she trying to calm her down?

"We are going to fix you. We will make you to perfection. Our perfect girls." from the corner of your eye you watched as the Master was looking at Yelena. "Today is the day you will graduate from being apprentice and you will become Masters. You will become Black Widows."

Your Master looked around and you let out an strangled sound. Your very soul was screaming and in the bottom of your mind something deep and cold was pushing.

You barely felt the pinching on your left arm and the mask with sedative covering your nose and mouth. The heaviness in your lungs didn't help with tears that ran freely across your cheeks and the wailings of Yelena were thrumming around your mind.

A black tunnel started to form in your eyes and the voices got muffled. Again that pushing feeling pulled from some corner deep inside your mind, like screaming, pleading.

Before you lost consciousness you could swear that they were voices screaming around you in agony.

/////////////uwu////////////

Matt knew that his soulmate was out there, and like him was waiting.

When his father explained to him the concept of someone else being able to hear his thoughts, it frightened him. It felt wrong, him as a child couldn't really comprehend why will someone be okay with that? It was a total injustice! Not that child Matt knew very well about justice to talk about it, but the idea was totally mental.

His father just laughed at him with a bloody nose and hissing at every pad Matt gave him with the cotton ball.

After he lost his eyesight he became wary of the world. He became angry with his father for his choices and when he lost his father, he became angry with himself. With the men that killed his dad. With the world.

The idea of a soulmate didn't even crossed his mind. Not when he became an orphan and not when he started the training with Stick. He was angry and tired as hell. He didn't really give a shit for something he couldn't fully understand.

But his world started changing through a lot of suffering and consideration, some broken bones and bleeding noses and the nagging memory of his father taking the choice he believed in at the end, the justice is blind after all. And like that, slowly, it changed. First with his objectives in life.

His bitterness for the last years morphed with the more he became more like himself. With the freedom he found alongside the hearing, the new kind of sight he had, the enhanced abilities he got. And then came the voice of a man asking him nicely to shut the fuck up so I can get some sleep.

At that time he had already met Foggy and their shared dreams to become avocados at law made the friendship blossom. Matt didn't even need to hear his heartbeat to know the passion Foggy carried with him. The rightness he was unconsciously searching for.

One of those study nights until three in the morning the voice of a very tired and annoyed man came into his mind and he was so startled that he took a swing with his cane hitting Foggy on the temple and crashing the only lamp they could afford against the window.

"Matt! What the actual fuck!" Groaned Foggy while checking for no signs of blood in his head.

"I heard a man's voice just..."

"Really dear Matty, shut up or I'll do something that most likely will keep ya awake for the entire fucking year."

"Did you hear...!"

"Matt, that's your soulmate!"

"My WHAT?" now, even if Matt knew about this specific detail of life, he never really acknowledged it will happen to him one day. The poor guy was between confessing his sins and making more along the way to heaven, adding a little bit of semester finals and probably in search of a lawyer firm in which he could associate alongside Foggs. All of that barely surviving with almost six cups of coffee a day, and the stress that comes with being him.

"I did warn ya, boy."

To say Matt wasn't in the verge of a mental breakdown after hearing "Everybody" from Backstreet boys on repeat for a month on his head was like telling someone that indeed you don't need lungs to breath while running. His soulmate was a son of a bitch, and he would gladly trade him for whomever wanted to trade someone like the little bitch that now lived rent free on his mind.

It was hard to keep his mind in blank for the time that came knowing Frank. He was a difficult man, with a big purpose in his life. He had interests that where not at all like the ones Matt would suspect his soulmate to have. They were more like each others pain in the ass and they were fine with that.

After all, soulmates can choose who to spend their lives with.

When they talked it was almost to make the other mad, to get a reaction, and it was always out of the blue. Then they would start to bicker without end until one decided that was enough and cut the connection. Matt had to accept that Frank had some charisma behind all of that "glass half empty" thinking and even if he suppressed his emotions he could hint that the times they argued for useless shit like songs the other didn't like or dreams the other had and were bizarre and Matt would tell him that he was an hypocrite, after all "You dream with fucking jello guns that beg you to eat them Frank!" "Well yeah, but my mind doesn't dream with having to choose between a red or pink tie when I am fucking blind, boy!" Where conversations Frank needed to ground him in the reality, that outside of whatever fucking thing he was living, there was some other reality where he could get a future.

It wasn't like they didn't care for each other. It was like they were more soulmates that supported each other and at the same time hated each others guts out but in a friendly manner.

Now for Frank Castle, life was never really easy. He might have been part of the marines and tried to get along with his destined one. But every little thing from of the idealised future he made before shutting his mind off of Matt was heaven compared with what he had to endure from the moment he accepted that everything good would likely be taken from him.

And it all started with his family.

Matt knew of Maria. He would never admit that he was a little bit jealous, but Frank was happy. So, so happy that even Matt started to live his day to day with ease. The conversations had to stop, for the well being of both of them. And they agreed to close the soulmate bound for a time.

They both became invested in their own world, their own goals and achievements. And it wasn't until one December that something made their almost perfect worlds crumble.

It was cold and both of them in their respective places where enjoying a different type of Holidays. Matt was surely coming back from a party where Foggy had told him that he really shouldn't have drank that much but Matt being the stubborn little puppy he was just kept on doing that very thing until Foggy had to drag him back to their shared room.

"You're sush a nice frend Fogs, like you and... yeah..." giggly Matt talked and an amused Foggy listened. "Yeah, I know I'm a great catch Murdock just please, don't puke all over me"

There was really no other problem at hand than the feeling that something was wrong. A so common insistence in the back of Matt's mind that it was weird when he didn't have that permanent shape hunting him. That's the first reason why he didn't notice at first.

The fear was barely kept but it wasn't what got him to wake up from a drunken state. The agonising pain that came after was what took him from the very real moment in his room, laying on the couch.

He swore for a moment he wasn't in his place anymore, his eyes weren't looking at the end of the open living room where he slept but at a messy bloodied room with bodies scattered all around and the smell of black powder. Someone was screaming, begging and Matt knew it was Franks', this wasn't a dream. The emotion was so strong that his mind took him away from his reality, dragging his subconscious to the moment in Frank's life that will shape his entire world from then on.

The moment lasted two minutes before Frank mind shut him out.

Then, hell broke loose.

Months and months after were a chaos for Matt and Frank, between the pain and the unconscious rejection.

The future that Frank had built with Maria became a beautiful dream, a dream he started forgetting the moment his children took their last breath, the moment his wife, his Maria closed her eyes to never open them again. They would never return to him and in his pain, even if Matt would never blame him, he cut the soulmate connection for good.

Matthew Murdock became a hollow of himself, both for the pain that caused the lost of Frank and his own grieving. He got stuck as well in his nightmare when all he could do was remember those times where Frank was a friend on his day to day, when he gave him for granted. Now that was all he could do. Remember.

He went so deep on his own grieve that the hunt for the right people became his exit. The only way he could feel that after all, he could change the world even if it was in the most minimal way. Fisk was one of those.

Destiny has a variety of funny was of showing you the amount of choices you have. All the options can be display in front of you and its up to you if you want to see them, each one of them, or only one or two. But there are always options. Always.

That's why is so curious when Frank and Matt, even after years of being unable to talk to each other, suddenly didn't recognise themselves, not even in front of each other. With an almost kicked to death Matt sitting on front of a furious Frank.

Indeed, destiny has a very curious way of showing the path, for it wasn't at that moment when they figured out they were each others soulmates. Not even when they knew each others names or what they did for a living. Even if that part of their lives was the most important for both of them.

It actually was time after, when their worlds came crashing down for a second time, unbeknownst to them, a third soulmate that hadn't make an act of presence until a very much similar pain got them off guard.

/////////////////////// uwu /////////////////////////////

Now here's a very important detail about soulmates.

As you can see, Matt and Frank minds connection only came up years after they turned 18, Natasha's was there even before turning 17. This all is very confusing sometimes. But the connection is still there, you can feel it, sense it when you meet someone or... you can ignore it even if that One is standing in front of you kissing the breath out your lungs. This is because the soul is not ready.

One can love with all his heart, can be there for you or care for everyone else in a very selfish way. But that doesn't mean the person is ready to meet the One. Sometimes, the time is not right. And that's okay. Because having the chance to choose is what really matters. The fact that you are free to fall in love with someone without really caring if they were made for you or not.

This is a fact that many ignore, that every romantic wants to put aside and say you can't possibly love anybody else but your soulmates. And that's why Matt and Frank where so fucking weirded out and almost had a heart attack when it was your mind opening up to them, begging with your subconsciousness to the ones made for you for help.

Having gone through a very similar scenery, Matt left everything he was doing, a fucking interrogation for god's sake, and ran like never in his life, screaming in his head at Frank.

Murdock! Are you okay?

Frank! What's going on?

They asked at the same time.

Wait...

Hang on...

IT'S NOT YOU?!

#frank castle x reader #matt murdock x reader #daredevil fanfiction #frank castle x matt murdock #matt murdock x frank castle #soulmate #soulmate au #daredevil fanfic #frank castle x reader x matt murdock #natasha romanoff #yelena belova

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anangelwhodidntfall · 1 year

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Heyyy! I love your stories and was wondering if you could do a fluff piece with Zdog where her and the reader are having a date night like braiding hair and watching movies until Lyle or someone comes by and reminds Zdog that that night is the one night a week that all the re-coms get together to just relax and reader is all like you can go I wont be mad and zdog is like I rather spend it with you instead :)

Sonne

You were excited to have some time with your girlfriend Alicia finally, she had been so busy the last few weeks training and going on various missions, so when she finally had the day off there was only one place she wanted to be. You finished picking up your room and getting ready just opting to change into a pair of leggings and one of her shirts when you heard a knock on your door making you smile as you walked over to answer it.

"Hi, baby." You said smiling at her as you opened your door.

"Hey princess, I've missed you so much." She said wrapping her arms around you and placing a kiss on your lips.

"I missed you too, please come in." You said stepping inside and letting her into your room before closing the door behind her.

Alicia looked around your room and smiled at the growing section you had dedicated to all the stuff she always brought to you before her eyes landed on the stuff laid out for tonight.

"You did all this for me?" She asked as you walked over to where she was sitting and stood between her legs.

"I did. I just wanted to make tonight relaxing for you since you haven't had much of that lately." You said as her heart swelled at your words.

"I love it, thank you. I'm sorry we haven't had much time lately." She said.

"It's alright baby, I understand, and plus that makes us appreciate the time we do get together so much more." You said as she hugged you.

An hour later you were both sitting on your floor with face masks on while you were catching up on everything that had happened since you guys lasted spoke when you noticed her patting her pockets like she lost something.

"Something wrong baby?" You asked her.

"Yeah, I left my pack of gum in my room. I need to go grab it if you don't mind." She started to say as you stood up and walked over to your nightstand.

"Here I always keep an extra pack for you." You said handing her a pack of gum.

"Really?" She asked stunned but also warmed that you thought enough about her.

"I figured there's a reason why you always chew it, so I always try to keep a pack on hand in case you need it." You said smiling at her.

"I uh used to smoke back on Earth and when I finally decided to quit, I started clenching my jaw a lot to due to stress and whatnot and ended up with jaw pain. This uh helps me from doing that." She admitted.

"I understand but thank god you stopped smoking. Because if I would've met you when you still smoke I probably wouldn't have dated you." You said making her laugh.

"Really? Not a fan of smoking?" She asked you.

"No, I always hated it. I had an uncle who was a chain smoker he couldn't go more than five minutes without smoking and it was the worst." You said.

"I was never that bad but I'm really glad I stopped then because you are more important than smoking and I would've hated to lose you to due to my nasty habit." She said placing a kiss on your lips.

Your alarm went off to wash the masks off your face, so you two went to your bathroom which was still funny to watch your 9ft girlfriend try to navigate. After washing them off, you two went back into your room and ate some food, before Alicia asked if she could play with your hair.

"Sure. I haven't brushed it out in a few days, so it might be a little knotty." You said settling between her legs as a movie played on the tablet.

Alicia made sure to delicately work through any knots you had in your hair and try not to hurt you as you rested your head on her leg while watching a movie. Playing with your hair was her favorite thing to do and it helped remind her that her hands were also good for something other than killing. She was almost done with your hair when your door opened making you lift your head as you were both confused as to who was coming into your room.

"Don't you know how to knock Lyle?" You asked him annoyed.

"Don't you know how to lock a door? Hmm?" He asked as you rolled your eyes at him before resting your head back on Alicia's leg.

"What do you want Wainfleet?" Alicia asked annoyed that he was interrupting ya'lls night.

"I came to see if you were ready for tonight." He said as you looked at her confused.

"Ready for what?" She asked him confused.

"Our usual night out. Remember we said we would do it this weekend." He said.

"Oh, I forgot." She said.

"It's alright. You should go." You said to her.

Don't worry about girls. I'll tell them that Zdog is really busy. Have fun lovebirds." Lyle said making you two laugh as he left.

"You should go with them. I know you only get one night a week to relax and not be a soldier." You said looking at her after you locked your door.

"I know I do but I much rather spend it with you if that's okay." She said pulling you into her lap.

"That's more than okay with me." You said giving her a soft smile.

#zdog #alicia zdinarsk #avatar zdog #recom zdinarsk #zdinarsk #recom zdog #recom zdog x reader #z dog x y/n #zdog x reader

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rinbowaman · 9 months

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mtl SE7EN brothers to cry watching a sad movie???

lol omg this is going to be fun.....ummmm...so the movie.....i'm not sure, it would really depend on the movie. i wouldn't say they would cry though, the brothers...they all...i mean...htey're the princes of hell......the fact that its a movie, it doesnt help bc they all be like "its just a movie" but....lets say there is a historical retelling of something that went down, something that was tragic, i could see them...not crying (the princes never cry) but when it comes to feeling a slight bit of heartache....and again it depends. but i could foresee it going down this way.

Niki, Sunoo - they would probably be the first to be feeling some type of way bc they spend the most time going out and about and enjoying the mortal realm. With Niki's love for music and the cultural evolution of dance and music, and Sunoo's love for the culinary variety, they would be having a moment like...."Oh damn.....what?" again, no crying but just.....somewhat in a sour mood.

Jungwon - ....if it has anything to do with cats, i am like 1000000% sure the man would get so angry (like sad angry) he'd go ballistic. JW loves his cats, so he'd be deeply affected by it and would get like....just in a very sour mood. like nobody better talk to him for a whole week. I'd imagine like...if he heard about a story where a hunter killed a beautiful and magnificent lion all for the sake of having it as a trophy (to my memory...i think something like that actually happened where a dentist or a doctor went on a hunting trip and killed a village lion that was very much loved by the villagers) yoo.....JW would absolutely be enraged with heartache. He'd be sad and sitting there with his arms crossed, making it very obvious and eventually would leave the room......and news will come about days later of the dissapearance of said man who killed the village lion. that's kind of how i foresee that happening.

Jay, Sunghoon - these guys are pretty....yeah, they do go to the mortal realm but not as often as Niki and Sunoo, but they do like certain things, like Jay loves the study of flies and Sunghoon's interest in the evolution and study of people, i can foresee them getting like mad/hurt if they saw/heard of something that affected their interests.

Jake - anything to do with marine wildlife and the water, he'd be more so on the angry side. less hurt. like i wanna say niki and sunoo would be half and half (half sad and half mad) and from there the mad part just escalates and by the time you reach jake, he's going to be revengeful.

Heelel-..........heelel don't care about anything or anyone other than realena. he knows his brothers can take care of themselves, and if they ever were in trouble he'll come save them. but when it comes to the mortal realm or anything sad, or just.....anythng.....there is nothing that's going to make the man's breath hitch even the slightest....unless its his one weakness which is realena. anything that happens to you.......the slightest thing.....he wont be sad....the man just resorts to downright fury. Lets say a mosquito bites you and it hurt, the area swells up and is painfully itchy.....well....goodbye mosquitos. they all would suddenly become extinct. you watched a shark kill a swimmer and it made you upset or sad, well....say no more....goodbye sharks. lol. the man would straight up eliminate anything that makes you sad, bc a sad you is the only thing that will affect heelel, and again....he never gets sad, just mad. the only time he was hurt was when he felt betrayed by his former master.

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kazuwhora · 2 years

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SENDING THEM NUDES <3 PT. 2

ft. kisaki, hanma, rindou, ran, sanzu, kakucho, && izana

cw. fem!reader, nonconsensual sharing of nudes, masturbation (m!), exhibitionism, voyeurism, corruption, mild mentions of hypothetical cheating (reader on character), and they go in groups! so kisaki and hanma, ran rindou and sanzu, and kakucho and izana!

wc. @reiners-milkbiddies requested a part two so here we are hehe. see part one here

#KISAKI will never get used to seeing your pretty figure pop up on his screen. it's never expected— you always seem to catch him at the worst of times when he's up to his neck in stress, elbows propped on his thighs as he scrolls through his phone. that's when your name pops up in his notifications, followed by a pretty little picture of your body dressed in the lingerie he bought you just the other day, with a caption begging for him to come home. he can feel the heat of his cheeks take over his body as he shifts his posture to hide the fact that he's already hard, and anticipation swells in his chest as he thinks about all the things you might be doing to yourself, upon deciding to send him that picture.

he can barely maintain his composure enough to notice hanma peering over his shoulder, with a stupid grin plastered across his face.

#HANMA can't help but butt in, snatching kisaki's phone from his hand and admiring the picture pinned to the screen as he screenshots. he turns to the side, watching as kisaki struggles to take his phone back while trying to hide the obvious bulge in his pants, but hanma can't deny the effect the picture has on him, too.

"here" he teases, tossing the phone back to his friend after sending the photo to himself. hanma acts as if it's no big deal, reassuring his friend that he wont do anything with it. but the second he gets home, his mind is glued to the thought of you wrapped around his length, taking his cock and begging for more while kisaki is forced to put up with his antics yet again.

#RINDOU hates when you're impatient— especially when he happens to be at work, and not at home to deal with it. but you can't help it when he ignores you all day, replying to your texts with generic replies if at all. but when you send him a picture showing him just how needy you are? that's when you get the response you've been craving. rindou will groan to himself, screenshotting the snap for safe keeping before setting his phone down and running his hands through his hair. he can't deny the way you always seem to fluster him when he least expects it, and suddenly the thought of ditching the rest of his day to tend to your needs doesn't sound too bad.

little does he know that ran has been watching from behind him, admiring the look of desperation on your face enough for him to slip rindous phone from the table, just long enough to send himself the photos before carefully placing it back where he found it.

#RAN can't help but open his conversation with sanzu, immediately sending the picture you had sent solely for rindou's eyes for his entertainment. and even as rindou leaves, making his intentions painfully obvious, ran can't help but let his mind wander as he gazes at your picture, muting sanzu's replies as he slips away to the bathrooms behind the bar.

his breaths are heavy and hot, letting out a groan as he strokes his cock to the thought of you. it wouldn't be the first time either, letting his imagination take control as he thinks about how sweet you must taste, and how lucky (let alone selfish) his brother is to have scored someone as pretty as you.

#SANZU doesn't waste his time firing back at ran when your pictures pop up on his phone. he plays it cool, sending text after text about what a slut you are, and how many guys you must be fucking behind rindou's back. yet sanzu can't help but wish he were one of them, getting to slip away out of sight while rindou thinks you've just gone to the bathroom. he thinks about fucking you against the wall, watching his cock disappear inside your messy cunt while he fists his cock with a sort of desperation that always seems to emerge whenever thoughts of you arise.

he can't help it— he wants you to be a slut for him, to show him he's better than the rest as you beg for him to stop because your cunt just can't take it any longer.

he wants to be the one to make you cum when you're needy. not ran, and certainly not rindou.

#KAKUCHO has never gone a day where he hasn't thought about how thankful he is for you, and that feeling is only amplified when he sees your name in his notifications, one he doesn't hesitate to open. but instead of your usual sweet little messages, up pops a video of your hands slipped between your skirt as you trace circles around your clit and wince with anticipation.

his heart begins to race as his body fills with adrenaline. he's already palming at his cock, imagining how pretty you must sound as he sends a message asking you to keep the volume on next time. he can't help but lean his head back against the wall as the heat pools in his core, taking over his body as he strokes his length and groans.

#IZANA is shocked when the sound of desperate whimpers and moans flood the room, nearly making his speaker vibrate against the wall as his face turns a deep shade of red. he can nearly feel his chest thumping as he resists the urge to allow himself to respond. at first he thinks kakucho had been caught watching porn, accidentally connected to the speaker from earlier. it isn't until he can hear the tiny whimpers of kaku's name between breathy moans that he realizes exactly what his friend was watching, and suddenly the urge is to hold himself back is too strong for his power.

izana wishes kakucho had kept playing the video as your voice echoes in his head, leaving him no choice but to take care of the problem you created, himself.

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siegelst · 3 years

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Heisenberg x female - warning: brief thought of someone fcking a corpse. because hey its resident evil duh. Rated: Mature 18+ Explicit

Curiosity Part 1 by Anonymous

it was times like this he either relished it or hated it. 6 foreigners somehow broke into his factory. He doesn't care how this happen but the important part was he gonna sit back and watch the show unfold. it reminded of him the odd book he found in a foreigner's backpack - hunger's game. nah. he wont tell them this is a game. just let it unfold naturally. so far 2 people had died for their idioticy.

4 is left so far. he separated the group, causing it to break. they were separated and had to take the rest of the quest alone. he push the Microphone button after changing his mind. 'Welcome to the 47th Hunger Games. the Last to win, will have their freedom.' he barked. and others became frantic.

he zoomed in on the 4 people. there was a variety. he guessed which ones that might not make it. 'but then again. looks can be deceiving.' he thought. He watch 1 tall young man - he was going around quickly but Karl could tell the dude was panicking. That was not good. The mind clouds over when it starts to panic and one doesn't make good decisions. And the boy meet his end to the drill soldats. He check the others. 1 small kid was hacking frantically to one of his drill soldats - at the weaponized arm. he snickered. 'that one won't make it'.

He looked to the others, they were fighting alright. screams were being heard. He checked to see the small kid. it seem to be backing away from the soldat that was got his drill chopped off. eh nothing there. He watched the others for a while. 7 minutes later he glanced at the small kid again - and was going to look back to the others when something caught his eye.

He zoomed in the little one - zoomed in enough to see he - no she was doing. - and she seem to be trapping the soldat into the metal containment on the floor.

he also noticed it wasn't even a kid - just a small lady. He leaned forward as he open side view of the room the woman was in and noticed the soldat was still powering on.

'....wtf is she doing?' he thought. He turn on the microphone in the room and could hear woman saying stuff "fascinating!" and "look at all the wires in his arms!". He quickly checked outside the room she was in locked the doors outside inside blocked it so others wouldn't even noticed there was a room there. "let's see.." muttered the female.

A shiver went up his spine. Was. . . she really going to try to take apart his creations? In all his ~90 years not one person show interests on how his creations were made. Until now.

He felt cold and hot at the same time, but open another camera that was on above the woman, and two other cameras and zoomed in while shut off his microphone. he heard the woman say "look at this! but how??"

The way lady was astride over the soldats stomach area, and leaning over to the side of drill arm to poke at the upper skin- trying to see how far up the metal and wires go had resulted his pants feel slightly tight, his mouth dry. The lass got up to look into the drawers for something before straddling the soldat again and start to poke at the red core before going over the old stitched up markings over the soldats chest. His cock twitched. she was really going for it. His pants was open before he took another rugged breath. a hit of a smile creeping on his face as he zoomed in as the lass worked. She must have a history of taking things apart. She was trying to get the shield off but gave up. he could see the perfect view of them in a 3/4 view and to the front, could see what her body afford.

"My my my. What do we have here?" he moaned has slowly took his cock to slowly pump it. Her sweat could be seen on her arms, neck, and creating a shine against her soft skin. But her hands is what caught his attention. They partially rough. they were gorgeous. He wanted to suck them, kiss them. he licked his lips.

His breath picked up as he pumped his hands as he watch as she found more metal in the soldat - her arm was got oil markings. How she sat straddle had articulate her swell of her ass and took note of the swell of her breasts. his hand pumped more. he imagined the softness of her skin. and would feel were she was touching the metal- his metal - his soldat and imagine what the soldat could be feeling - hearing her taking a breath in & out, the feel of her legs lay snug on either side of the soldats lower stomach - brief feel of her frontal body against the metal as she leans over to try to get the shield off again.

His breathing was rapid. Sweat was on his skin. - the thought of the how hot her skin might be verses the soldat - fire and ice together. she could bring the soldat to life if she wanted too - for a second he thought of her fcking his creation. He moaned leaned his head back, eyes still boring holes at the video-footage. that be a masterpiece. to see her take the soldat's cock, he himself might join perhaps, and -

wait WAIT WAIT - she was fiddling something in the neck area - ah she's smart - she found the main wires. He huff a disbelieved laugh - watching her fingers work - touching his soldat, touching his metal, the metal he could feel the vibrations of, knowing were exactly her skin is touching, talking to it, leaning over it, and muttering praises over his life's work and the view front from soldat's pov was all too much. He moaned as he cummed over himself.

He panted. b4 calming down, cleaning himself up. he quickly checked the others took note the rest were dead. She's the winner. A sadistic smile appeared on his face.

"Let's see what you're made of." he said before abruptly standing up and heading towards the medical section of the factory. he can't wait to get his hands on the lass.

#karl heisenburg x reader #anon #yep sounds like him #karl heisenberg x reader #WONDERFUL #10000 thanks #resident evil village #curio

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thatsgay-writes · 3 years

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Day 12

The days after finding water we're pretty chill, minus finding out that Jeanette's body was gone. There was still some obvious tension between you and Toni and Toni and Martha and Shelby. You hadn't really interacted with either Toni or Shelby in the past few days either, opting to hang around Fatin. You hadn't talked to Toni because you didn't know what to say after the argument the two of you had and you had revealed your feelings for her in front of everyone. Shelby on the other head, had seemed to be the one ignoring you... Well maybe not ignoring she was just very short with you which was totally against her personality. You all had also made a schedule, seeing as you were going to be here for a while. Everyone got one chore a day and every once and a while a day off. Today happened to be your day off and you were glad, your chest pains had been happening more often and that concerned you.

It also concerned you that you didn't know when you would be rescued. The hospital, who was against the retreat but couldn't exactly do anything about it, had given you medication to help with your problem. It was enough pills for three weeks, just in case, but they had been lost like the rest of your stuff. You had checked the pilot bag that held all the medical stuff you guys had but it didn't have what you were looking for either. You've managed to hide coughing up blood by coughing into the elbow of you red shirt or spitting it out while in the woods. You had also been losing your appetite, which has been harder to hide. You'd force down some food and pretend like it was a lot so the other wouldn't worry. But today, luckily, you were starving and prepared to fully eat whatever Rachel brought for food.

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"Let's feast!" You hear a Rachel suddenly yell as she stand on top of a little hill, carrying what looks to be a big amount of food. You stood up and attached your leg before joining everyone around the fire. You watch, mouth watering, as Dot cooks all the mussels over the fire. When they're done cooking, the mussels are laid out in a big pile in the middle. Everyone stared at the pile wondering who will go first, since they all understood how little food they had been finding the past couple days. "Eat as much as you want guys, there was enough of them to fill 3 more bags. I just ran out of room." At Rachel's words you all dive in and eat the mussels, except for Shelby. "Why aren't you eating any?" Leah asks as she looks suspiciously at Shelby. Not this again. You think as you eat your tenth mussel, what could you say you were hungry.

"I'm actually allergic to shellfish. Ate one at a birthday party and my throat swelled up like a balloon." Shelby responded as she watched everyone else eat. "That's rough." You say as you grab 3 more mussels. "Damn y/n. Is it good?" Fatin asks jokingly as she grabs another mussels for herself. You roll your eyes and let out a chuckle as you flip her off before grabbing more food. "You know what this looks like..." Toni says, grabbing everyone's attention with a smirk. You mentally facepalm because you know exactly where this is going. "A pussy!" Nora yells out causing everyone to laugh, the girl had definitely come out of her shell more the past few days. Toni nods her head before licking the mussels shell provocatively. "I bet y/n knows what that feels like!" Dot yells out causing everyone to make an "ooo" sound like kids when their peer got in trouble. You and Toni's face both heated up at Dots words and you made sure to give her a hardy punch in the shoulder.

"Can you all stop!?" Shelby suddenly yells out causing everyone to freeze and look at her questioningly. "Shelby, chill out we are just having some fun." Dot says, not really understanding what all the fuss was about. "I am chill, I just don't find that very amusing." Shelby responded, her voice getting a little harsher when she says the word that. "What do you mean by that?" Toni asks as she send you a quick look and you almost immediately understood where this was going. The look was one you or Toni would give the other when known homophobes where in the area or if the two knew you were being judge for doing pda. Was this why Shelley had been short with you the past few days? You did not like where this was going and neither did Toni. "Just... pornographic gestures. I'm from a very Christian home and no one ever does things like that."

You wanted to believe Shelby, you really did, but it explained why you always felt this weird vibe from her. "Don't lie Shelby, I always knew I felt some sort of vibe from you, it's clear now what it was. Toni and I have felt that vibe enough times to know what you really mean." You say, glaring at Shelby. "What... What are you guys trying to say?" Martha asks getting worried now. She knew what you meant when you said vibe, you and Toni had both told her about it. "She's a fucking homophobe." Toni spits out glaring at Shelby. You nod you head in agreement, putting back the mussels you had picked up before all this started. Martha's eyes go wide and she sends a Shelby a pleasing look, hoping she'll deny what Toni had just said.

"Look..." Shelby says as she lets out a big sigh. "I have no hate in my heart for y'all. It was just that I was taught that that way of life is a sin." Toni immediately jumps up and point her finger angrily at Shelby, "Why you little..." Toni was too mad to even finish her sentence. Martha had dropped her head in disappointment and let Fatin wrap and arm around her in comfort. The rest of the girls were just watching as everything unfolded. "I feel sorry—" Shelby starts to say, digging her into an even deep hole. "Fuck you." Toni interrupts her before storming off, you nod your head repeatedly in agreement, not looking at anyone as you finish putting your leg on and following after Toni.

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"Toni. Toni. Toni!" You yell as you follow the girl. "Goddamn leg... Goddamn sand..." You mumble as you follow Toni down the beach. Luckily, she does finally stop after she deemed that she was far away enough to breathe. Toni kicks the sand angrily, as she stares out into the water. "I can't fucking believe this, no I can I just hoped..." Toni trails off as she wraps her arm around herself. You walk up to her and wrap your arms around her in a comforting hug, "I know, I know..." "We just get so much shit at home..." Toni trails off as she lets herself relax into your hug. "I know." You say again because that's all you can say. You relax for a few minutes before you get hit with a sudden nausea.

"Oh fuck." You mumble out as you unwrap from around Toni and throw up near the two of you. "Y/n?" Toni reacts in shock as she watches you kneel over as you try and spit out the taste of vomit and blood. Toni ends up turning around to throw up as well. "I didn't know you were a sympathetic puker..." You try and joke as you take deep breathes and slowly lay in the sand, feelin exhausted from throwing up. Toni wiped her mouth before turning back around, "C'mon, we can't stay here the heat wont help at all." Toni says as she pulls you to your feet, trying to ignore how she slowly started feeling worse. Toni has to practically drag your body back towards camp. "Help!" She yelled out as soon as she saw people and Fatin came running over. She took your other arm and most of the weight so Toni could relax some.

Luckily, the other girls seemed to be doing better than you and Toni. Both you and Toni were splayed out on the ground with Martha sitting near by as the other girls moved around the camp doing whatever. "Come on, lay on your side y/n." Martha mumbles worriedly as she listens to your labored breathing. Toni was at least a little more responsive and had tried to swallow water, while you didn't even react to someone moving your body. "Fuck, she's getting worse..." Dot said as she walked up to check on the three of you. "Where the hell is Leah with that medicine!?" Fatin almost yelled as she looked between you and Toni. Right as she said that, Leah broke through the tree line and ran towards Dot. "Why are they all dirty?" Dot yells out as she roots through the bag. "Only 2? I thought we had 3, I know we had 3!" Dot pulls out two tablets of halophen. "It's obvious who needs them the most." Shelby stated as she sat a little ways away from the group unfold. Dot bites her lip and looks at Martha, "Martha, you good?" "Yeah, I'll take a Pepto."

Dot nods her head and turns towards Fatin and hands her one of the tablets, "Figure out a way for her to take it." Fatin nods her head as she looks down at you. "Toni, I'm going to need you to take this." Shelby said as she took the other halophen tab from Dot. "I'm not taking shit from you." Toni says as angrily as she can. "It'll save your life Toni. Take the damn pill." "Should Shelby really be the one doing this." Rachel questions. "Am I not allowed to help her!?" Shelby says exasperatedly. She climbed on top of Toni and held her nose closed until she opened her mouth. As soon as she did, she stuff the pill in her mouth and covered it, forcing her to swallow. Shelby got off of Toni and turned her attention to you, ignoring how the other girls were looking at her.

"Have you gotten her to take it yet?" Fatin shakes her head no, "She's barely reacting to anything. I'm surprised she's still conscious." The girls sat silent for moment contemplating what to do. They start to panic when you cough up more blood. "Here, give it to me." Dot says as she snatches the tab and a nearby rock. She starts to crush the tab up as much as possible. "Just pour some in front of her nose and breath deep." The other girls don't really question Dot's idea and just follow what she says. "C'mon y/n, just one big breath and then you'll start to feel better."

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You were leaning heavily against Toni as you and all the girls sat around the fire. You were still exhausted from today's earlier event. Luckily, they associated you coughing up blood to throwing up to much and you didn't have the heart to tell them otherwise. No one knew about what was wrong with you except for the people at the hospital and yourself. You were finally clear to sleep by Dot because she wanted to make sure the meds had actually worked and that you wouldn't fall asleep just to never wake up again. You were almost asleep when Toni suddenly stands up yelling Martha's name and running over to her. You shake yourself awake and shakily stand up to see what was happening. Your heart stopped when you noticed that Martha had fallen and made no attempts at getting back up.

"Toni you were dying!" "Who cares? I don't matter! fuck, I don't matter. I don't fucking matter."

#the wilds x reader #x reader #female reader #shoni x reader #toni x reader #toni shalifoe x reader #shelby x reader #shelby goodkind x reader #toni x shelby #shoni #toni shalifoe x shelby goodkind

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localfanboyofcheese · 2 years

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Okay so here is my request! Nightmare being kidnapped by the other sins, and Harper trying to convince Nightmare to join their side! Like inspired by The Other Side, you don't have to do this, but I thought it was an interesting thought!

Thank you so much!! You can request as much as you would like with me!! ILLLYYYYSSSMMMM 😭💞💞💞

{PLEASE LISTEN TO THIS WITH THE SONG! OR ELSE IT WONT MAKE SENSE. PLAY THE SONG WHEN IT SAYS.} "You needed me?" Nightmare asked the woman smirking while she traced the rim of her glass. Nightmare's instincts were all over the place, as something within her told her that the sin of greed was brewing up something fierce. "Make it quick, I don't have all night, Harper." "Oh I will. After all, I wouldn't want to waste Satan's successor's time. You are the strongest after all, you'd beat my ass." Harper smirked. Nightmare didn't like the sound of herself being the strongest, she liked her idle and lazy life where she did whatever she wanted. These sins could ruin her life. Harper took a quick shot from her drink. -Song start- "Right here, right now, I put the offer out I don't wanna chase you down, I know you see it." Harper told her with confidence, grabbing Nightmare's hands in her own. "You run with me and I can cut you free, out of the drudgery and walls you keep in!" Harper silently called for another drink, and slid it over to Nightmare, Lyon smirking at this sight while he dried empty glasses. "So trade that typical for something colorful And if it's crazy, live a little crazy!" Harper laughed slightly, leaning into the demon as Nightmare crossed her arms. Nightmare couldn't help but wonder what exactly Harper was planning. "You can play it sensible," Harper rolled her eyes, "A queen of conventional." "Or you can risk it all and see~" Harper leaned away from her, jumping onto the bar counter. She twirled kicking off the other drinks as demons yelled at her in anger, reaching out her hand to Nightmare as if to say 'Join us, and leave that old, boring life!' "Don't you wanna get away from the same old part you gotta play!? 'Cause I got what you need! So come with me and take the ride!" She stomped on the table as it to make a point, smirking at the slight chaos she made with other demons. Nightmare couldn't help but feel, slightly allured? Chaos was her passion after all. "It'll take you to the other side! 'Cause you can do like you do or you can do like me," "Stay in the cage, or you finally take the key!" Harper was referring to Nightmare's current life. She did cause chaos a lot, but she never reached her full potential. "Oh, damn! Suddenly you're free to fly, it'll take you to the other side!" Harper grabbed out a wanted poster of Nightmare, showing her what she used to be until her life got bland Nightmare smirked, pushing off of her seat and slightly walking towards the exit while her tail twitched in annoyance. "Okay, my friend, you wanna cut me in. Well, I hate to tell you, but it just won't happen. So thanks, but no," Nightmare looked over her shoulder, "I think I'm good to go. Cause I quite enjoy the life you say I'm trapped in, now I admire you, and that whole show you do, You're on to something, really it's something." Nightmare mocked slightly, turning her head. "But I live among the swells, and we don't pick up peanut shells, I'll have to leave that up to you~" Nightmare turned her head, and found the nearest table, turning her body towards Harper as Harper raised an eyebrow. "Don't you know that I'm OK with this uptown part I get to play? 'Cause I got what I need and I don't wanna take the ride. I don't need to see the other side. So go and do like you do, I'm good to do like me. Ain't in a cage, so I don't need to take the key." She explained. "Oh, damn! Can't you see I'm doing fine? I don't need to see the other side!" Nightmare turned her head, twirling her body while she stomped on the table. Harper bit her lip slightly, trying to think of a way to get Nightmare to join them. "Now is this really how you'd like to spend your days? Whiskey and misery, and parties and plays?" Harper questioned, a pang of sympathy in her voice as if to say Nightmare was trying to be something she was not. "If I were mixed up with you, I'd be the talk of the town. Disgraced and disowned, another one of the clowns," Nightmare crossed her arms. "But you would finally live a little,

finally laugh a little. Just let me give you the freedom to dream and it'll wake you up and cure your aching," Nightmare's eyes widened, while Harper slowly made her way to her. Harper grabbed her hand, helping her get down from table as their hands interwined, Harper's words promised a life where she would be...free? "Take your walls and start 'em breaking. Now that's a deal that seems worth taking! But I guess I'll leave that up to you.." Harper's hands pulled away, leaving Nightmare with her thoughts. What was she supposed to do in a situation like this? -End Song- Nightmare couldn't leave her friends, but then again, she felt...strange in their lives. She just randomly popped up in their lives, and she felt almost out of place. She was reguarded as the weakest one since she never even tried to fight, but with the sins, she could make a new name for herself. The choices were confusing, she just wondered what she was gonna do..

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yn-dreamlife · 4 years

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Our Princess

Ok so like I don't know if ya’ll have seen the interview or whe=atever where BTS dresses up as Princes and then proceed to like kiss each other on the cheek and stuff but imagine like you're there and they dress you up as a princess and like.... yeah. (Heres the interview if you haven't seen it)

BTS x reader (OT7 x reader)

Genre: fluff

Warnings: fluff, low-key smut/lemon, mentions of smut, cuteness, nicknames, eventual shy reader use of the word daddy/daddies (like once)

Images not mine just found them on the internet but I did make the collage.

As I sneak into the back of the building I have to stifle a gleeful giggle at the sound of my boyfriends laughter. I can tell at this moment its Namjoon and Taehyng laughing and my heart swells at the thought of them.

I truly am blessed to have such seven amazing boyfriends. And im blessed to have a friend who's willing to sneak me into this interview, of course I could have just told them the truth and come with them but this would be better.

I just got back from my world tour and while most of it they where with me the last month (give or take) they had to return home. They called me to ask when I would be home and when I heard they where having an interview at the place my friend works I quickly lied so I could surprise them.

They’ve done it to me tons of times before, it’s only fair I get to do the same. And hey if this happens to be how we officially tell the fans we’re together then I’m okay with that. Sadly im not actually sure what this interview is and y/f/n wouldn't tell me.

“y/f/n!” I groan as she drags me away from where my feet were already carrying me.

“Sorry y/n/n but I gotta get you in the proper attire first.” She says winking.

I look at her suspiciously “you’re not sending me out in lingerie or some shit right?” She sputters before quickly yelling at me in a hushed whisper how they don't do that here and I couldn't help but chuckle, “just checking.”

She rolls her eyes pushing me into a room and locking the door behind us, sometimes the boys need to leave an interview during break just to be alone and it would ruin the surprise of me being here if one barged in.

As I finally look around I gape at the big ball gown right in the center. “Woah! What lucky duck gets to where that?!” I gasp admiring the beautiful dark blue dress.

“You” She states like its a simple fact like humans need to breathe.

“M-me- What?!” I look at her dumb founded and she just smiles.

“Mmmhmmm!” She hum happily pulling it off the mannequin. I waste no time undressing and quickly putting the dress on before she changes her mind or something.

I feel giddy as the dress slides on my body. “y-y/f/n” I stutter out staring at myself in the mirror as she quickly applies some makeup and puts my hair up in an elegant updo.

“Hmm?” she hums.

“I look-” You pause truly speechless.

“Absolutely amazing?” You nod silently, “of course you do! With me as your stylist where could you go wrong?!” She chirps happily as she looks at her watch.

“Are we to late? Did this take to long?!” I ask worried trying to ignore my growing disappointment.

“What?! No! Just trying to see if they’re all dressed and ready. You’re going to be the last one to go as our surprise guest.... and it looks like its time!” She says as her phone chimes.

I stand up hands sweaty so I wipe them on a towel. “Wont they see me as I enter?”

She shakes her head, “no they’ll be turned around and blindfolded incase someone tries to peak.” She says winking, “oh and you will be too!”

“What?!” I exclaim shocked.

“Yep... haha kinda for the whole beginning half.” she says scratching the back of her neck.

“W-wha -why?!” I asked in a hush voice as she leads me out of the room.

“You’ll see.” She whispers placing a silky blindfold carefully on my face, not tight enough to ruin my makeup. I sigh as we continue walking.

“Alright boys! Are you guys excited?!” y/f/n asks excitedly. she whispers for you to sit back and you do so carefully.

“Yes!” Jungkook says excitedly. “I want to see this mysterious beautiful princess!” I can hear the smile in his voice and ignore the slight ache. ‘He’s doin it for the fans, they dint know about us yet.’ I remind myself.

“May I ask a question?” I hear Namjoon ask.

“Of course!” y/f/n says.

“How old is this princess?” He asks I assume I’m supposed to answer but a hand is slapped over my mouth before I can do so.

“She’s around all of your age!” she says quickly as Namjoon hums thoughtfully. You nod remebering they don't know its you yet.

“Can I please please please take the blindfold off now?!” I hear Hoseok asks and I almost ‘aww’ at him but I refrain.

“No.” y/f/n, states simply. “-First” she says cutting of there groans of frustration. “I want you to guess who it is.” She says, “Or who you hope for it to be.”

“Papa Mochi!” I hear Jimin cheer happily and I almost bust out laughing but I quickly cover my mouth.

“That’s a guy!” y/f/n says exasperated like she's heard this all day.

“fine!” he groans, “ummm Kumiko!” Jimin says.

“Is that just a random person?” She asks and when I don't hear anything but a sigh from her I assume he just shrugged. I shake my head smiling as I listen to a bunch of random names leave there lips.

“Kaede” I hear Namjoon next.

“Iva” Jungkook says

“Koge” Jin spoke next.

Now it was Hobis turn “Rai”

Taehyng waited a second before also replying, “Risako”

“Ishi” Yoongi speaks calmly.

“What do you all just have a random store of names in your head?!” Y/f/n asks exasperated. I can hear the smirk in her voice when she speaks next, “Surprised none you said your best friends name.”

“She’s still on tour.” Tae says rather roughly.

“Calm,” Namjoon whispers but I still caught it, ‘just how close to them am I?’ I wonder reaching my hand out only to meet the fabric of someones shirt.

“Wah!” He exclaims and I recognize it as Taehyung. ‘So I’m very close.’ I think to myself. “Uh thanks...” he mutters moving his shoulder away. ‘cute.’ I think.

“Jeez sore subject haha sorry folks,” she pauses and clears her throat before continuing. “Anywho go ahead and take off the blindfolds!” She says and as I go to reach for my own a hand on my wrists stops me.

“Not you m-lady.” She says in a fake accent. I hit her hand away pouting.

‘Lame.’ I think to myself bitterly.

“If she can't see us why is it fair we get to see her?” Yoongi questioned. ‘Thank you!’ I thought exasperated. She groans.

“ugh! fine! Party pooper, you can keep your mask on too!” She chirps and my shoulders sag, ‘so much for that.’

“Fine” he says and I can hear him sit back down. I hear the others collectively gasp as I assume they remove there masks.

“What? Who is it?” Namjoon speaks this time, ‘so he kept his blindfold on too.’

“You two are gonna wanna see this!” I hear Jungkook say and I can hear the grin in his voice. It makes me smile and I wave shyly biting my lip.

“Y-Y/n?!” I hear them both exclaim. My grin widens.

“Y/f/n get this damn blindfold off me I want to see my bo-” I cut myself off, “My boys!” I say in a rush. She groans

“Okay but you'll have to wear it again for one of our games.” She states matter-o-factly. I Quickly rip it off and my smile gets impossibly larger as I see them all standing there.

“Look at all of you!” I say grinning as I stare at all of them in there prince outfits. A noticeable warmth spreading to my cheeks, ‘shit they look really good.’

Before I can think more on how amazing they look I am quickly picked up and spun around by Namjoon. I laugh gleefully as he does so, me and him spent the least amount of time together on FaceTime over the past few weeks sadly, both busy at the wrong times. But that doesn't mean we didnt catch each other eventually.

“Why didnt you tell us you where coming?” Jimin asks swiping in as soon as joon set me down to hug me and the rest of the boys followed.

“To surprise you of course!” I say grabbing Yoongis cold hand as he pulls away.

“Well it worked!” kook exclaimed.

“Yeah this is almost as good as papa mocha right jimin-ah?” Hobbi says nudging him.

“Hey don't be like that!” He says as he stares at me helplessly. I laugh at this.

“No, no I think chim would have preferred Papa Mocha right Jin?” I say looking at the handsome man.

He smirks, “I dunno... maybe” I laugh bending over slightly as I do so missing the way all there yes where trained on me.

“Alrght alright, enough of the gooey best-friend stuff!” y/f/n says. “We’re gonna take a break to give you seven time to prepare and poor y/n here time to enjoy herself before our next game.” she says about to walk away.

“Wait! Whats the next game?!” I ask.

“You’ll see.” As the cameras are turned off we are all sent away, the boys walk with my to ‘my room’ but we all know cameras where there to catch what would be said and whatnot so we stopped in the middle of both and I turned to all of them smiling widely.

“You should have told us!” Taehyng grumbles as he clings onto you from behind nuzzling his head into your neck.

“If I did that I wouldn't have been able to see you get all angry at the thought of me being away any longer.” I said bopping his nose and his own cheeks reddened.

“Oh yeah, guess you heard that huh?” I make a mhm sound and he hides further in my neck as I giggle.

“So kookie was I pretty enough to be worth it? Was I a good enough mysetery beauty princess?” I ask, he bends down cupping my cheek, “The only one who fits the bill,” he whispers placing a kiss on my lips.

“Hey knock it off!” I say as a blush creeps its way onto my cheeks. They all laugh at that.

We go to our own rooms and I sit waiting impatiently. Ten or so minutes later y/f/n comes back and pulls me into the room again and sits me back in the chair.

“Okay so our next game is called... drumroll please!” All the boys smack there hands on there thighs, “Blush-rush!” She declares.

“What?! Oh no!” I say exasperated “grrr curse you y/f/n!” I say shaking my fist at her as the boys laugh.

“Yeah yeah thats the witches job not yours m-lady.” I scoff. “Ok! theres two rounds! One action round and one verbal round! y/n sets the boundaries, and you boys follow them but otherwise your good. Your goal? Make y/n blush as long and as deeply as possible.” She says looking to you to set the rules.

“Ok obviously you boys know the no-no squares.” You say simply and they all chuckle nodding. “Okay, uhhhh I guess..Oh! No yelling in my ear!” You glare at Jungkook then remembering when you where still best friends and he screamed in your ear to wake you up, while acting out how he would wake his future girlfriend.

He holds his hand up defensively and I shake my head at him smiling. “I don't know! You guys know me, so you know whats to far!” I said shrugging. They all nodded smiling, they know old boundaries of when we where trying to hide it from the fans are off the table, we’ve seen the theories and there isn't any negativity towards them so we figured why not.

If it comes out it comes out, if not then thats okay to. We’re happy ether way, it was a group decision.

“Alrighty then lets get going!” She says smiling. “Boys pick which one you do first-” she gets cut off by an enthusiastic Namjoon.

“Words!” He says quickly and all the boys quickly nod in agreement. I can't help but laugh.

“Alrighty then y/n back on with the blindfold.” I groan but put it on anyways.

it’s a long moment of silence before I hear anything at all, quickly thoughts of being alone flood into my mind but are quickly washed away by someones breathe hot on my ear.

“Baby girl,” Instantly I recognize Jin, “you should have told us you where coming, we could have welcomed you home properly.” my eyes widen beneath my mask knowing full well what usually happens when we reunite.

I clear my throat trying to avoid the blush on my cheeks. “Don't try to hide it princess,” Namjoon says his voice deep and on my other side, I can feel the warmth from the two bodies next to me. “You always react so well, such a beautiful blush.”

This time I can't stop my cheeks from turning pink. “Little one~” It’s Jungkook, completely different from the excited adorable one who just minutes ago was excited to see a mysterious princess “doing so good, you’ve barely blushed so far.” He purrs but then chuckles deeply “Or you weren't blushing.” I groan slightly as I shift in my seat.

‘Damnit only three of them have-’ “Hello Kitten,” ‘Yoongi, shit’. “Look at you, don't you look so pretty?” He says and I know if he could he would run his hands threw my hair right now.

“Hello my little flower,” I hear another voice right next to my ear, ‘hello hobi’ I chuckle. “Something funny? Or you just like the way we’re making you feel?” I don't answer and he just chuckles at that.

“Hello my little angel~” Jimin practically purrs into my ear just like Yoongi. “I love your dress, it would look better on my bedroom floor though, don't you think?” I try to shake off his words but of course the blush continues to grow.

I know who has to be coming next and I’m not surprised when I hear his deep voice, “Hi baby, are you happy to be surrounded by your daddies?” He whispers in my ear and by now the blush has moved down my necks and up to my ears.

“Yes how are-” Jin gets cut off by y/f/n.

“Alright alright!” She cuts in, “jeez guys I said make her blush, not kill her... you seven jeesh.” She pulls the blindfold off and I look up to see all seven of them around me smirks on there faces.

‘uh-oh’ I look down not able to stare at them any longer, its to much I’m already warm enough. I didnt think they would be so.... suggestive.

They chuckle as they see my cheeks warming up again. “I have to go cool off in the bathroom!” I say quickly standing up and moving to the hallway. I lean against a wall breathing deeply.

“Damn you.” I sigh as I cover my face, even the after thought makes me blush.

“y/n?” I hear y/f/n, I look up at her smiling softly. “We can't make it a silent part, no one would no what they said and we all sign privacy policy contracts.” She said seriously.

“Oh it’s fine I just was shocked really,” I huff out a laugh, “but lets make it silent, I want to see what our fans come up with.” She grins nodding.

I go back out smiling reassuringly at the boys who all relax visibly. I sit back in the seat preparing myself for the next round. I breathe deeply as y/f/n gives the all clear as I watch Hobi approach.

Truth be told I don't know what I was expecting but I wasn't expecting him to just sand in-front of me forcing eye contact, thats for sure. So when it got to be to much I quickly looked away, and thats how I knew I fell into the trap. His finger making its way under my chin to turn my face towards him as he leans in closer.

And just when I think he might kiss me he pulls way smirking and I purse my lips to prevent a smile. So caught up in the moment I didn't realize Yoongi slipped behind me until I felt his hands move down my exposed shoulders only to go back up and move towards my collar bones. Goosebumps forming on my heated flesh.

He drew his hands away drawing them close to my throat. Jimin also comes up not hesitating to move his hand from my cheek to my neck where he hovers placing slight pressure from his finger tips almost like from one of the first few videos he took of my where instead of doing the face smooshy thing he went and choked me.

I know my face is beat red by now but there is still four more to go. I smile as Jungkook comes up to me, he wouldn't do anything to bad- I’m instantly proven wrong as his arms go around my middle, feather light touches moving over my sides the same way he does when I’m blindfolded and- ‘nope! don't go there then you WILL blush more!’ He smirks triumphantly knowing that was enough.

Taehyung is much more.... pg I suppose as he peppers my face with kisses repeatedly, but I realize that that he was just to prepare me for when Namjoon sneaks up behind my sticking his face in my neck. He is sure to hide what exactly he’s doing by his position but I feel his lips moving up and down my neck going to the spot by my ear.

Jin is the last, and what he does is simple but effective. He simply takes me off the chair and places me right onto his lap, and of course once again by now my face is beet red and they’ve surely beaten me since Hobi, but it was more fun to let them all go.

After that the interview was basically done we stayed for about an hour more before we all decided to drive home. I was in my car with just Jungkook and Namjoon while the others went in there car. Im sitting in the back in Namjoon’s lap, yes there was a perfectly good seat beside him but honestly neither one of them cared and I loved the contact.

We where stopped at a stop light the conversation at a comfortable silence when I spoke up. “You guys where very... open.” I say as I hide my face in Joons neck. he chuckles his hands moving up and down my back.

“What can we say, not seeing you for, what a month? Add onto that the opportunity to publicly do anything we want with you, well we have to do everything we can.” he said smirking squeezing my hips.

“Well not everything.” Jungkook says winking in the rear view mirror and once again I blush as a giggle leaves my lips.

It’s a week later when I go onto youtube and find the latest conspiracy video for the eight of us shockingly. It’s videos of us over the whole time we had been dating, proof of the long time relationship. I smile as I show the boys and we reminisce on the old videos.

I decide to post a picture on my instagram from the interview, one of the seven of them in there costumes and then one of me with each of them alone, namjoons was one of my favorites, not that I didnt love them all of them but one of the camera men caught the moment he picked me up and spun me around and I knew I would always treasure it. I put the caption, “My princes.”

Seeing this they put a picture on there official insta saying “Our princess.” No one truly asked any questions, they all just knew. The comments where filled with friends saying finally, and fans agreeing saying how happy they where. And we where too. We truly would have a happily ever after.

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btsareyandere · 5 years

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Yandere taehyung

Warnings - none really. Small amount of possessive behaviour, but its pretty much completely soft.

Taehyung grips the back of your neck and pulls you close, sinking his teeth into your soft skin and sucking the blood to the surface. Typically, you get either teeth or a hickey, not both so that's how you know that he's mad.

Trying to avoid the eyes of those daring to stare, you fuss around and attempt to push him off.

"Taehyung, please." Your immature whisper ghosts his ears but it's not enough to make him stop, not when you've earned far worse than a public branding.

When he's satisfied with himself, he pulls away. You think you're free, once again a separate entity from your husband but a thin, insignificant strand of saliva continues to connect the two of you, that is until he wipes his puffy lips with the back of his hand.

"Take her to the car. We're going home" he barks at his staff, his eyes locked with yours.

"Yes sir?"

The guards large hand wraps around your arm; the bony fingers and rough skin contrasting harshly with your delicate covering of flesh.

"I didn't mean to"

The words you drop at his feet stay behind long after your departure and force taehyung to consider that perhaps accidents do happen and maybe, just maybe, the occasional one can be forgiven.

He dismisses the rest of his guests and ends the meeting early so he can take to his chair and review your actions today and whether they truly warranted the level of backlash he delivered.

You had begrudgingly accompanied him to yet another business meeting and sat patiently, obediently and beautifully by his side the whole time. You checked in with him before doing anything and gravitated to him in the most amazing way when anyone approached or tried to talk with you, nothing could have made him happier.

Taehyung smiles at the memory but grips the leather arm rests of his chair when he recalls the next part.

Lunch was served early and as expected, you sat by his side with one empty chair in between you and the next closest guest.

You sat silently most of the time and taehyung had now fully relaxed, safe in the knowledge that you know how to act with or without his supervision. What he hadn't realised when his back was turned, was just how many glasses of wine you were accepting from not only the waiter, but also the man to your left.

One sharp squeal of delight from you drew the attention of everyone at the table, including your husband.

"Really? That sounds like such fun!" You beamed at the smooth looking male.

Instead of replying like before, the poor thing had turned white as a sheet and was quick to excuse himself.

Taehyung glared at you for the longest time until your hair had stuck to your forehead with sweat.

Rubbing the palms of your hands on the front of your dress, you squirmed in your seat before beginning an apology with a dry mouth.

"Baby I-"

He cuts you off with a finger pressed to his own lips,

"Shut it! Are you dumb y/n?"

You widen your eyes and shake your head.

"N-n-no"

He nods in acceptance and continues,

"Then perhaps there's another reason why you forget who owns you from time to time. If the fact that you belong to a man was at the forefront of your mind, then you wouldn't engage in social networking and dare I say, flirting, WITH SOMEONE WHO DOESNT OWN YOU!"

The venom in his final words truly encapsulated the level of rage and betrayal he was feeling, which, after wrestling you into his lap, he displayed by marking your clammy skin in front of everyone there.

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Sighing to himself, taehyung comes back to the present and realises that he sent you away more than an hour ago.

He gathers his things and makes his way to the car that sits idle at the entrance to his building.

The driver stands outside your door as instructed by taehyung so he moves and bows to allow him access.

You sit wearily on the back seat, realising you may have had more to drink than you should.

The door swings open and allows a gust of bitter wind to sweep in and chill your exposed legs.

"Taehyung" you say, sitting forward to apologise immediately.

"Tae, baby, I'm sorry".

Once again he stops you, waiting until the door is locked and you're alone, to speak.

"Y/n...I'm the one who is sorry"

You stare at him, open mouthed and suspicious. He never, ever, apologises.

Taehyung glances at the purple bruise on your neck and the dried blood that rims it. The sight of his mark on you makes his body clench, he fucking loves it. To him it feels primal, natural and oh so right, a man needs to stake his claim and that's exactly what he's doing.

But then he remembers the look that's always present in your eyes when you take stock of all the marks on your body, the way you hiss when he leaves them and suddenly, in the soft state of mind he's in right now, taehyung doesn't feel so good about it.

"I'm sorry, and I'm sorry because I love you. You didn't deserve the way I treated you, humiliated you and well...hurt you."

He lowers his head before looking at you with a frown.

"Does it still hurt?"

You can see the level of concern behind his mocha irises and know in your heart that just this time, he means what he's saying.

"No, it's not painful" you lie.

He smiles weakly and pulls you across to his side of the car.

"I want you to forgive me for everything....everything I've ever done but, I wont ask for it. Only do it if you feel it".

Despite the level of love that's swelling inside of you in this moment, you don't want to give him absolution too soon.

"What if it takes a while to feel it?" You question, fluttering your lashes at him in the dimly lit vehicle.

He sucks in a large lungful of oxygen and holds it in thought.

"That's fine" he exhales "I'll wait until time runs out. I promise"

Your eyes glisten with emotion filled tears.

"Its already done" you admit sooner than you'd like to.

The purest smile develops on his lips before he attempts to control the conspicuous spread of his happiness.

"Let me hold you" he orders, but you don't mind the tiniest flake of dominance in his voice and so you hurry to make yourself available to him.

He inhales your scent and confesses his love in a deep baritone voice.

"You feel like.....ummm, like home I guess. Like that warm, safe, soothingly familiar feeling you get when you finally return home. That's what you are to me"

He kisses your temple and pulls you even closer to his side to rest his head on yours.

"You're my home".

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thicctransboi · 4 years

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Almost- Chapter 4

"I don't know,Sam, I don't think I'm ready to meet the baby just yet." Grizz said to Sam as he slipped on his shoes.

Sam had proposed the idea to Grizz shortly after they began getting dressed. "Are you scared to? Or is it just nerves or something?" Sam asked.

Grizz sighed, "I don't know... She's your kid, Sam... It's still weird for me. I cant promise I wont walk out. It might just be too hard on me. Besides, does Becca even know about us yet?"

Sam shook his head. He couldn't help but feel guilty again when Grizz said, 'Your kid'. Sam wanted so badly just to tell Grizz the truth, but that wasn't his truth to tell.

"Why not?"

Sam shrugged, "I don't know, I didn't know If you were ready for people to know yet. It didn't feel like it was my place."

Grizz chuckled "Sam, we might die here. If I wasn't ready for people to know, I wouldn't have tried so hard to get with you in the first place. If we die here, I want people to know me for the real me, not just the me thy thought they knew." Grizz sighed, "Let's go to the hospital, I'm sure Becca is missing you."

Grizz was right, Becca had sent Sam at least 20 texts asking where he was, causing Sam and grizz to speed walk to the hospital. As they walked, a few people in town looked their way, causing Sam to feel nervous for some reason. Sam felt even more nervous as Grizz grabbed his hand, holding it as they walked. Approaching the hospital, Grizz felt his stomach quench; this was it, he was facing his fear: Becca and Sam's baby. Grizz had to hold himself back from getting emotional as they arrived in the maternity wing.

"There you are! Where have you been?" Becca practically screeched as Sam and Grizz rounded the corner. Then her eyes landed on Grizz. "Grizz! You're back! I heard the trip went well."

"Yeah.." Grizz said, his eyes traveling to the small child in Becca's arms. "Congratulations on the baby.. Sam told me you named her Eden, it's fitting." Grizz suddenly felt small despite being 6 foot 3.

Becca was beaming. "Thank you, wait, what are you doing here? No offense, I just didn't expect you to visit today considering you just got back and its- 2am."

Sam didn't even realize how late it had gotten. He answered for Grizz, "Actually, I've been meaning to talk to you about that. Grizz and I... well.. We've been seeing each other?" His response came out as more of a question than a statement.

Becca raised an eyebrow, glancing between the two boys in front of her, Grizz awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. "Since when? Grizz, you're gay?"

"Thanksgiving."

"Uh, yeah?"

Becca's eyes went wide, tossing a pillow weakly in Sam's direction. "That's where you were when I went into labor? With him?! Wait- You lost your virginity and didn't even tell me didn't you?! Sam, you were getting dicked down while I was in labor! That's why you weren't answering your phone!?"

Sam let out a sigh, meanwhile Grizz stood their wide eyed. "Should I go and leave you two to talk?" Grizz asked awkwardly.

"No, no, stay..." Sam said, singing slowly. "Becca, I'm sorry. It just kinda- happened."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Would you have rathered me told you while you were in labor? 'Hey Becca, sorry I'm late, I know it's a bad time considering you're crowning, but me and Grizz just had sex and I really like him. That cool?'" Sam mocked.

Becca rolled her eyes.

Grizz felt his heart ache; they were perfect for each other, they even argued like a couple. No wonder they hooked up.

"You should have told me after, you know I would have been fine with it. I've been waiting for you to meet someone, though I thought you wouldn't considering our situation," Grizz was shocked to hear that comment, even more shocked when Becca said, "Grizz, come sit."

Grizz looked at Sam for help, Sam just smiled as Grizz slowly walked over to Becca and the baby, sitting down on the bed between her and Sam.

"Want to hold her?" Becca asked, giving Grizz a smile.

Grizz felt his heart rate increase, "No, no, I wouldn't want to intrude or anything. Aren't you mad? Like, you're okay with me and Sam?"

Becca laughed, "Of course I'm not mad! Sam's my best friend, I want him to be happy," She shot a smile towards Sam, "And how would you be intruding? You can be a part of this too, you know. I'll take all the help I can get. Here, take her, just mind her head."

Grizz was on the verge of having a panic attack, taking Eden into his arms carefully and making sure to keep her head elevated. The small child looked up at Grizz sleepily, causing Grizz to notice her stark blue eyes. They were Sam's eyes. It made his heart ache. But then, she wrapped her little hand around Grizz's thumb, making his heart swell, despite him knowing it was just a reflex. Something about holding her was oddly comforting, despite the circumstances In which she was brought into this world.

"She's beautiful." Grizz signed with one hand, not speaking, afraid his voice might fail him. He could feel it now, he was getting emotional and he wasn't prepared for them to see him that way, nor did he want Eden to feed off of him. Babies were weird like that. "Becca, take her... I need a minute."

Grizz bolted out of the room as quickly as he could.

Becca raised an eyebrow, turning to Sam with Eden in her arms. "Is he okay?"

Sam sighed, "He's been upset ever since he found out about her... That she's 'mine'. He's scared he's being a home wrecker."

Becca suddenly felt guilty herself, she knew that this wasn't fair to either Sam nor Grizz, but she couldn't find it in herself to tell either of them the truth of who the father really was. She knew it would break Sam's heart. "He'll get over it once he realizes we aren't like that together, right?"

"Becca, he needs to know the truth. This almost ruined us last time before he left, I can tell it bothers him.."

Becca shook her head, "No, Sam, I... I can't.. You can't. Please.."

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Sam found Grizz outside of the hospital near the entrance, taking deep breaths as he leaned against the brick, his breath puffing out in clouds in front of him due to the cold. His face illuminated by the hospital sign.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked, approaching him slowly.

Grizz sighed, "She has your eyes, Sam... She looks just like Becca but with your eyes.. I can't- I can't do this."

Sam felt himself grow uneasy. He had never given it much thought, Eden's eyes. But now that he thought about it, she did have his eyes. But how?.... "Grizz- please... Don't- Don't leave. We just got back together, I can't loose you again."

Grizz sighed, watching as the air left his lungs, "How can I look at her, and not be reminded every day of the fact that she's yours? The fact that you'll never truly be mine? The fact that you slept with Becca and have a child with her? That I'll never be a part of it? I can't do that, Sam. It hurts too much. I just can't."

Sam sighed, in that moment he felt so conflicted between Eden having his eyes and wanting to tell Grizz the truth. But how would Grizz believe him now? Not now that he saw that Eden had blue eyes. How did she have his eyes?? "Grizz, you can be a part of this, Becca even said, she can use all of the help she can get. And, I am yours, I'm all yours if you want me to be... Becca and I.. We're not like that. We never have been, I told you. Please, don't let this get to you.. Please."

"She has your eyes! How can that not upset me?" Grizz yelled. "They're as blue as the damn sky in the summer time! Just like yours! Your eyes! The ones that I fell for! The ones I opened my soul up to! The ones-"

"They're not mine! Eden isn't mine!" Sam shouted, finally snapping. "I don't know how her eyes are blue, her real dad's must be! But I wouldn't know because I don't know who that is!" Sam was breathing heavily, his words hung in the air. He suddenly realized what he had just done. "Fuck! Don't tell Becca I told you..."

"Sam? Are you saying what I think you're saying? Why would you tell me that she was yours?" Grizz was stunned, suddenly no longer angry, more confused.

Sam sighed, "Becca and I agreed that that was what we would tell people when I agreed to help her out, we agreed that I would say I was the father... I don't know who the real dad is, she won't tell me. But I promised her that I would be a father to this child, Grizz. I promised I would live this lie as being her biological father to keep her secret. She's my best friend, Grizz, I had to. please understand, please don't tell her I told you..."

Grizz stood there in shock, not believing what he was hearing, “Sam… You lied to me.”

“I had to! I had no other choice! I promised her, and I ended up hurting you in the process. Fuck, I’m so sorry…” Sam was crying rather relentlessly now.

It took a lot, but Grizz couldn’t stand seeing Sam cry, letting out a sigh, he pulled him close, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy tightly. It’s okay.. We’ll figure this out.. I won’t tell her.”

“Thank you…”

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alchemisland · 5 years

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Ants - 1

Odours lingered warningly on Winetavern Street. Night, pregnant with possibility, awaited alignment of circumstance and personnel. Patent Pending bore night's bulk on his flank, flung easy like the inebriated sack of a drunken friend. He and it were one, Tristan and Isolde.

Like the miasm of spent gas shells planted in the salient sludge, lethal bulbs awaiting a clumsy boot's airborne dispersal, the scent filled Patent as he faced the old alley, ignoring its pleas for circumvention. Another might endure; Patent prospered in the queer aunty's musk of his fallen lady; Dirty Dublin at night, at play, at improper.

Old roads like tube lines intersected and closed off unto themselves. Strange turnings where past and present converged in dystopic medieval splendour. Historic strata visible on Fishamble Street's surface; its wind rises from the black pool like dripping neptune on tempest eve, and meanders in concrete toward the church forecourt, seat once of Sitric Silkenbeard. Later cobbling shields yesteryear's lindens interned below. Here where Patent strides, merchantmen once carried eels and fish malformed by prolonged unlight in buckets to the market to fetch their porter's price. In deference to the raven rush which joined and bound the city's distinct fiefdoms, Dubliners imbibed a potable black as their mordant wit and sacred river, from cups that seemed to alien eyes to have been filled from the lap itself. The nightpool's generous bounty permitted varied industry.

The River was a goddess. Everything betwixt she influenced; poet's pen and artist's quill, songman's flute and poor man's ills. Even those who tended stalls, owned property or collected for crown without cause to set sail made crossings in the dozens, ever in her grace.

Each weekday at dawn great galleys moored at Ormonde Quay, where the old wall dipped to treacherous stonecut steps, and ferried welders and net-tossers to upriver sites. There waited their Argus, which endeavoured to carry a full cargo every journey to ensure dividends on their investment. Each aboard, though nobly dreamt, would spend his lot on drink, howevermuch they might endeavour to stockpile amidst their lousy existence, in the itchily literal definition.

The men lined the boatsides and leant shouldertight to the flimsy awning, which offered helmsman-elect brief respite from foundry fogs that hugged the river to the sea, reputedly irritant in large doses. Once boarded the helmsman signalled the portside men, who leaned perilously, and fearlessly, over the black pool between craft and pier and kicklaunched the vessel toward the thoroughfare.

All day toiling, they returned along an effulgent coil which the setting sun cast spearlike on the flow. Despite exhaustion and wont of leisure, workers together moored their fleet to rings set in Ana Livia's pauldrons, then sold produce for wares and coin at Fishamble Street Market, and hence with mischief carried across the concourse to its dionysian counterpart, parallel in planning though twinned in purpose, aptly-named Winetavern Street.

Coins in Dublin had legs and leapt hand-to-hand like gilded fleas. Into the hamfists of sailors went the day's catch, soon bound for the limp wrists and satin sacks of merchant landlords or the cudgel-wristed mitts of Winetavern's grizzliest keeps. Ireland should rule the world, only word of the hereditary fiscal irresponsibility innate to our poet nation reached the ears of greedier elements.

This night as Patent rounds the bend and is now clear of Smock Alley, he passes Handel's onion gate, which since boyhood he has imagined as the breasted turret of a sandy kingdom's tower, bell-shaped to a needle point. Here the great composer slept in the nervous, inspired nights before Messiah on the vast organs rang to ears virginal to its majesty beneath St. Michan's vaulted roof. The wind whistled like an idle janitor and his fiery gruaig shifted, and he wondered was there an organ note played there so faint you might pause to quiz, but he didn't. Patent was naturally disarrayed and now close to disrepute. He sought and found solace in the silence of ancient shadows, now and past tormented evenings suchlike. His route, which linked home and hedonism, he had many times crossed. Well-chosen subterfuge, it peeled through and melted past main streets like a serpent unlimited by dimension unfurling endlessly.

Washerwomen spoke as they do of ambling fish, shambling bipedal creatures whose scales in the occult half-light of the ancient primate city shone like iridescent plate from the armouries of some unknowable mariners guild, who depart water to stalk midnight markets where Monto maidens scrubbed ectoplasm from petticoats with Analivia's spit. No market there was now, nor bustle. If ere those scabrous fiends had ginger stepped quayside, they had long since ceased their daring, preferring dank middens in the city's underground confluence, which swelled heroically beneath the cobbles. If one pressed ear and hope-hearted to the paving stones, one heard its rage against the firmament.

Pisces stubbornly held her sway in the street's reptile house, where arrogant tropical fish lured dope-fated urchins to their window, as had the wares of times past all laid fresh beneath gullhowl. He swept past her left transept to avoid Parliament Street, where at this hour surely only most unparliamentary actions were being committed. He paid no heed to the pissing tramp's opera. Who cares what happened the night before Larry was stretched. There was only tonight, which, if foretold, Patent would have called the Night Before Patent Time Traveled.

Don't ask him for the science. Fine man perhaps but Feynman he's not. They still don't believe him. He wouldn't believe it, only he'd experienced it himself. He had been sent backward, and like a suspicious majority of 80s action movie protagonists with purpose traversed centuries to prevent mankind's extinction; all at the whim of a man who could only be distinguished from the homeless by his winning Trinity brogue. Patent had no explanation and questioned why such was required. When old farmers spoke of cursed hawthorne and workers driven from farms by the sidhe, who asked the genus of the creatures in question, or quizzed after some metric by which fortean phenomena could be rightly assembled. His tale was one such; of the Otherworld.

Besides, it was more a mystical experience than anything permitted by accepted science, which the druid called dogma. He described 'universal laws' as one describes vicious cults, no less enraptured by their own tenets than fervent Catholics; their god of wire, his ribbed tendons and paneled skin in every child's clutch, his scrying eye the mirror of future weeping.

The man hid arcane proficiency behind frail form. Patent initially reeled from his crooked beck when first he bore forth from interminable shadow in the Christchurch backlane, thinking him some coffer-thirsty derelict job-shy. Quickly the man, whose bearing was noble, dispelled such notions and wrest control of the conversation, steering destiny as he pleased; gab he had and used, ensorcelling Patent in a labyrinth of benign cunning. His eyes were deep-set. Their azure rondures belied great wisdom. In fleeting moments between articulate flurries, Patent thought how prompt this man sought and claimed confidence without question or favour. Despite appearance, the suggestion of authority was sufficient; the library of archetypes constructed the remainder, which we call reality.

"Things have been forgotten," he gestured upward "even the Ashakic records wherein all knowledge is contained have waylaid the facts pertaining to our present discourse. Listen, you, man whose name I do not know yet whom I feel supernaturally compelled toward, and do you not feel it yourself, this electricity while we speak, growing with proximity." He came within an inch of Patent's distinctive shrón. Time seized forward, eager toward supposed destiny; but whose? He seized Patent's hand. Patent felt the man knew everything about him, from the Cornetto he stole in Londis off Shop Street after Leftover Crack played in Sally Longs, to the fearsome dildo hidden in his bottom drawer which Amazon user ButtLustNottingham83 described as having 'terrifying, macelike proficiency'. They spoke eye-to-eye but unequal; twas the eye of Horus, nae the eye of Balor 'gainst the mere beholder, the eye of diaphanous and limited mortal understanding.

Flaming swords he made with words and his inebriated flock stood transfixed, dirtied on weed. Patent Pending willingly and with announced pleasure opted for routine temporary dementia. His thoughts were tigers that plagued him. They besieged his inner compound, which though unconquered, had straw foundations. Only smoke tamed their berzerk, sated their lust for the man he had once been and now became fleetingly. As Patent thought this to himself, he thought it also to the elderly man, who as sure as Gandhi read the Guardian could read his thoughts.

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