#[[Nah- man now they gonna be sharing this or making a fool of themselves

[cyberverse-hub]

X3 *nuzzles* *pounces on you* UwU yu sow warm nya~

[Icon available muses-answering]

"Nya?? How are you able to be this deep?? Is this a new way to greet bots??" The guardian sounded and began to look more perplexed then startled.

It's been stellar cycles since he's seen another bot. Was this the new greeting way?

"Becareful!" The arial had seen them coming and caught them as they 'pounced'. He smiled at the anon's actions. Interested of the greeting they just did. It must have been something they all did?

"So, like Nya?" He followed the anons motions. "What's it mean? Does it have any meaning? Or just a action you do?"

Oh Primus, help this anon.

"Nya?" The knight gave a uncertain stare to the anon. "Nya...Nya? Is that a new greeting? Like this?" He coped the anons action of the nya.

It must have been a peace sign of some sort, he has been trapped for...a while. He was just resetting and hardly got visitors. Ones without ill-intent.

"Nya, I see." He mused.

"Get off me!" Deadend wasn't one to be touched. He grumbled a bit as his servo rose to his helm.

"I ain't no cybercat." Why was everyone so insistent he was? Idiots, all of them were plain idiots. Anyone who talked or mentioned that he considered idiotic. He didn't feel bad for just assigning that to them now anyways.

"What are you doing." Seriously, she's NEVER heard or seen any sane bot do this. Or organic...well. no that was a slight line, some of those smaller humans she could have sworn did this once.

"Bye." And then she was off. To note she hardly noticed humans. But this...no she isn't staying to see what else they'd do.

[wavyhairedbabyy]

Idiots - Part 2

Karl Jacobs x gn!reader

tldr: They’ve both got a crush. Sucks, since they’re the only ones oblivious to it. (Slow Burn!)

CW: none, fluffy :))

a/n: Picnic portion was inspired by Sunflower by Rex Orange County :) Sorry it took so long! Major writers block on this but now I’m back :)))

edited yet?: yes - let me know if I missed anything!

Part 1 - Part 2

“So we agree, I’m Eve and you’re Wall-E?” y/n asked as the credits began to roll.

“I want to sit here and disagree with you just to spite you, but I can’t,” Karl responded, “I could 100% see you blasting someone for just walking funny on a bad day.”

“I’d blast you just for the hell of it,” Y/n jumped onto their feet raising their arms up in a big stretch after sitting for the movie.

“Bad choice,” Karl reached his arms to the side of their body, immediately tickling them. Y/n immediately screamed out his name, trying to move themselves out of his grasp. As soon as Karl noticed this, he grabbed their arm to pull them back on to the sofa.

“You’re... going... to... regret... this!” Y/n huffed out, thrashing against him. Karl’s giggles and their screams echoed around the house. It wasn’t until y/n mustered up all of their strength to push him of the couch for them to escape his clutches.

Y/n ran to the bathroom, quickly locking the door behind them. Karl quickly ran behind them only to have the door slammed in his face, “Aw, c’mon y/n, let me in.”

“After that stunt you pulled? In your dreams, Jacobs,” Y/n turned toward the sink, ignoring Karl’s attempts to unlock the door. The only thing on their mind was their night routine and then hitting the hay.

As y/n started the warm water, the door swung opened making them jump. At the door frame stood Karl with a quarter in his hand, “Next time you should check to see what kind of lock I have.”

“Whatever, smart ass,” y/n rolled their eyes playfully, reaching for their tooth brush. They brushed their teeth as Karl scrolled through his phone. After the flight, unpacking, and a night with Karl, y/n just wanted to head to bed. They couldn’t even imagine how Karl felt with all the Mr. Beast stuff. After rinsing their mouth they asked, “You goin’ to bed too?”

Karl shook his head, “Nah, I’m going to stream for an hour or two. Nick and Alex want to practice for this Minecraft Championship thing so I’m gonna root them all while also roasting the crap out of them.”

Y/n should’ve known, especially with the mountains of energy drinks in his fridge. The man probably never sleeps, “Well you enjoy that. I’m knocking out for the night.”

Karl nodded. “I figured. You and you grandma schedule,” he giggled, resulting in a pout from them.

“You say that as if dealing with sleep deprived me isn’t one of the worst things in the world.”

“I mean, you got me there,” he shrugged. He walked over to them, wrapping his arms around them tightly, “Goodnight. Knock on my door if you need anything at anytime, okay?”

Y/n nodded, hugging back just as tightly. They wished this could last together. His smell was comforting, reminding her of happiness and serenity. His hold made them feel safe, like nothing could hurt them as long as he was there. The feeling ended too quickly as he pulled away, giving them one last smile before heading off to his stream room.

Y/n looked at themselves in the mirror, huffing to themselves. Going from not seeing Karl for over a year to all Karl all the time felt like sensory overload. The butterflies, the emotions, their head racing with thoughts that they shouldn’t have for someone who is just their best friend - it was a lot.

This was going to be a long week.

***

Y/n woke up to the sun’s rays gleaming through the blinds. Looking at their phone, they saw that it was 9AM. Juggling between the staying in bed and getting up, y/n decided that getting up was the better option. The last thing they wanted to do was go back to bed and mess up their “grandma schedule,” as Karl would call it.

Moving out of the bed, they reached their limbs as far as they could stretch them. After picking their outfit, they journeyed to the bathroom to get their morning started. On the way over, they peeked into Karl’s room and saw him still asleep. They had no idea when he had gone to bed so they shut the door quietly, making their way to the bathroom once again.

As they were brushing their teeth, y/n realized it was the day they were going to the warehouse for a Mr. Beast video. They knew they weren’t going to be filmed, but the nerves were still there. They had met Chris, which was helpful, but not Jimmy yet. What if they messed up a shot? Or messed up any equipment? Not touching anything while they were there seemed like a fool proof idea.

Y/n finished up their morning routine as they kept thinking of ways to not fuck anything up. Making their way to the kitchen, they knew the one thing that could - somewhat - calm their nerves: coffee.

Y/n happily found a jar of instant coffee. Not the best, but it’ll do. Upon unscrewing the jar, they noticed it a plastic film seal up which confirmed that it was brand new. Did Karl get this just because he knew they were coming? They couldn’t recall him ever drinking caffeine that wasn’t from an energy drink. Y/n didn’t know, but the idea of it made their heart melt.

***

Once Karl woke up, he and y/n made a quick breakfast together made their way over to the warehouse.

“I don’t know why, but I’m really nervous. I don’t even know what I’m nervous about. I know it’s going to be fine, but.... I don’t know,” y/n expressed on the drive there. It was a brand new experience and they didn’t know what to expect. They’ve never been on a set of any kind let alone one for someone as well known as Mr. Beast.

“Hey, you’ll be okay. I know it can feel overwhelming, especially for your first time. I’ll be there if you need anything,” Karl comforted them through their nerves. He held their hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, “If you ever need a minute, don’t wait to ask. Just take it.”

Y/n smiled at him. He was always great at making sure they were comfortable wherever they went. While the nerves were still there, they felt a lot better knowing Karl was available, even among the chaos that may ensue.

***

The day at the warehouse went really well. Y/n’s nerves went away about an hour in, but that didn’t stop Karl from checking every now and then. Y/n was grateful that they respected them not wanting to be filmed, especially when they started filming a Fear Factor like video with snakes, cockroaches, and tarantulas. With all the creatures around, it didn’t take long for them to grab one of the smaller boa constrictors and start chasing Karl around with it.

“Y/N! STOP! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU?” Karl screeched, running away from them.

“REMEMBER THAT TICKLE ATTACK FROM LAST NIGHT? TOLD YOU YOU WOULD REGRET IT!” Y/n yelled back. They were laughing the entire time while Karl continued his screaming. Their fun chasing Karl was cut short when snake man had to start packing away his animals.

At some point during the day, y/n had taken a step outside for a social break. Chris took this time to continue the conversation he and Karl had in the car. Walking over to his friend, he asked, “So have you told them yet?”

Karl looked around to ensure you hadn’t come back or were around before responding, “No, I’m going to wait until right before they leave. I’m scared that I’ll tell them and it’ll ruin the week.”

Chris looked at Karl, absolutely dumbfounded, “Dude, I can’t believe the two of you. And you two acted the way you did today in college too?”

“I mean, yeah. We’re best friends. What’s wrong with how we’re acting?” Karl gave him a confused look.

“Nothing but it’s so painfully obvious y’all are into each other. I didn’t pick it up yesterday, but y/n is totally into you too, man,” Chris explained, “Even Chandler was able to pick it up. He thought I was kidding when I said you two weren’t a low-key thing. Please do both of yourselves a favor and just tell them.”

This conversation ran through Karl’s head the rest of the day. Did y/n really like him back? The thought of that made his stomach do flips. He became hyper aware of all y/n’s actions and they suddenly meant more to him. When they high-fived, he felt his hand on fire when they weaved their fingers with his. He was more aware of their body on his when they hugged, butterflies flying through his stomach when they gave him a squeeze.

The drive home was spent by y/n non-stop talking about how much of a great day they had right after a heated debate on where they would be picking up dinner. They were too tired to even thinking about cheffing up a meal. What y/n didn’t know was the nerves hidden underneath Karl’s semi-cool exterior on how he planned on confessing his feelings. Luckily, “semi-cool” was his middle name.

The two had stopped at the Asian fusion place they decided to pick up food from. As they got into the car, Karl’s eyes lit up as he came up with an idea for dinner and turned to y/n.

Y/n, noticing this, furrowed their brows and said, “You either have a really good idea or a really dumb idea, and I think you’re going to tell me whether I want to hear it or not.”

“You are absolutely right!” Karl giggled, “Anyways, to keep it short and simple, picnic in the park? I have a blanket and we can pick up some ice cream or something.”

“That... actually is a great idea! I’m starting a playlist now and I’ll share it with you. How does ‘stupidly great vibes’ sound?”

“Sounds perfect.”

***

The two sat on a hill in a nearby park, digging into their dinner with the last minute playlist y/n had come up with playing in the background. The bottom of the sun was barely touching the horizon, getting ready to set and give the sky to the moon for the night.

The comfortable silence they had was one of their favorite things about their relationship. Neither of them ever felt pressure to fill the emptiness. Just being in each other’s company was entertaining and pleasing for both of them. They just watched their surroundings, while enjoying their food and each other’s presence.

After they clean up, the silence continued. They sat shoulder to shoulder, enjoying the moment they were in. They both would steal side glances at each other without the other noticing. Moving to lean their head on Karl’s shoulder, Y/n was looking at the sunset but their thoughts were swarmed with him and the last day and a half. They loved how he always made sure they were comfortable and welcomed in any setting. They loved they way his voices would crack during a fit of giggles. Just one day with him had their mind swirling in a pool of just him. His touch, his smell, his voice. They felt like they were in a trance with him.

Being with them, Karl realized how much happier he was with them there. He realized how much giddier he was waking up, how his mood had been uplifted with just their presence. He loved how headstrong they were, but never so much to the point that it hurt other people. He loved the way they could up his self esteem in the matter of a few minutes. The more and more he thought about it, the more he realized he loved them. He loved them more than just a best friend. He’s had for a handful of years. He wanted more than just the title “best friend.”

The two sat there, both individually coming to the realization that they have been falling in love with the other over the last few years. Neither caught onto each other’s hints while every outsider saw the love for one another other bloom.

Karl turned his head, spotting a small white daisy in the grass next to their blanket. He leaned over to grab it which forced y/n to lift their head from where it was, their eyes watching for what he was reach for. Plucking it from the grass, he leaned back and gave it to y/n.

“For you,” he practically whispered with the goofiest grin on his face. Y/n took the flower from his hand, returning his smile.

“Aw, thanks Karl.”

They locked eyes immediately after. Any plans Karl had in his mind on confessing to y/n immediately got thrown out the window, the hours of thinking gone to waste. In that moment, he blurted out the only words he could make sense of in that instant, “y/n... I think I’m in love with you.”

Y/n froze, trying to wrap the words he said around their head. They for sure thought they were awake but after his confession, they couldn’t be sure if they were in a dream or not. Their mind was reeling, making the task of forming a sentence that made sense a difficult one.

At the same time, Karl was giving himself a mental face palm. He wanted to confess his feelings, but not to that level. His nerves were on high alert, already assuming the worst was yet to come. He had to save the friendship at the very least.

“I-I’m sorry. It wasn’t supposed to come out like that,” he rambled, “But - uh- I’ve had a crush on you for a while now and I never wanted to ruin the friendship but if you’re uncomfortable with that, that totally makes sense-”

As he kept talking, y/n began to collect their thoughts. They thought he looked so cute when he nervously rambled but they had to cut him off eventually, knowing his anxiety levels were through the roof.

“Karl,” As soon as he heard their voice, his rambling stopped and kept all eyes on them. He looked at them waiting for a response but receiving none. Instead y/n wrapped their arms around him, enveloping him in a warm hug, “I think I’m in love with you too.”

Karl felt his heart explode. Chris was right. He hugged them back just as, if not more, tight. Any nerves he had running threw his body were replaced with pure happiness. He didn’t need to hold anything back from them anymore.

Y/n pulled away from the hug, leaning their foreheads together, “Can I kiss you?”

Karl smiled, “Honestly, it’s all I’ve want since I made that shot into your coffee.”

Y/n gave Karl a bewildered look, “What? That long?” They exclaimed

“Yeah, but we have the rest of the week to talk about it.” Karl leaned in, pressing his lips gently against theirs, wrapping his hands around them to bring them closer. The kiss was gentle and sweet, as if they would be woken up from a dream if they were anything but that.

They pulled away from kiss, but remained in each other’s arms. They stayed silent and enjoyed each other’s presence and touch, each meaning much more than they had just a few moments earlier. All that was left in the park was the semicircle of the sun on the horizon, a bag of food scraps, and two idiots, dumbfounded at the love they had for each other.

***

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[blonde-toddy]

Random and Not So Random thoughts while watching Bridgerton: Season 1, Episode 8

So the finale is here.

And baby do we need some resolutions.

This one is titled "After the Rain"

I hope that's a good thing.

Couples montage then lonely Violet. She was blissfully in love with her husband, that's for sure. 8 facking kids worth.

Yes Simon and Daphne are a love match....but they are ripping my heart out right now.

Why are they being so cold?!?!

Way to reference the ruse Daphne. Ugh.

I'm glad that King Granville is here.

Yes push those assholes together.

That shoulder touch. See, irresistible. They are all about each other.

The very picture of devotion, indeed.

Benny and Eloise!!!!

She's wearimg that ugly neck thing again.

No Benny, she thinks Delacroix is Whistledown.

What?!?! Francesca is coming back.

Oh Marina you still pregnant.

Now you shipping Penelope and Colin. That's not weird or anything seeing as you were ready to trap his ass.

Something is amiss!

For Violet to be so wise with her sons, she's awfully thick when it comes to Daphne. I just don't understand.

Daphne is done done done with Violets advice.

I ain't mad at her.

Aww Portia is trying to finesse her way back in. Violet can't stand her.....

Okay Daphne! Let's just hand out all kinds of forgiveness today.

Oh shit. Sir Crane!

Daphne and Portia are GONE!

Ooooh her beloved is dead dead dead.

Yeah girllllllll. All that time you thought he abandoned you. And he was at war.....shit.

What a pill.

I'm glad Daphne has some kind of friend.

Daphne and Marinas storylines are kind of bizarrely parallel.

Jesus Eloise, wtf!

Awww she's trying to save her friend.

I don't think Delacroix is Whistledown.

Oh this is so uncomfortable.....Benny on the low shit.

That shoulder shrug was cute.

"Lock. The door "

Where you going Daphne....what you doing?

Your Graces.

Awww Daphne is still trying.

Damn Simon if she deserves it, step up and give it to her.

Will and Alice ❤

Aw shit Will took Featheringtons bait.

This can't be good.

The deed to the crib?!

This man is out of his mf mind.

Stop it with Anthony and Sienna already!

Simon knows Will is up to something..........

Oh shit he's still there.

Marina you better marry him.

You a damn fool.

Good luck.....you're missing tf out I think.

Right, Portia, right.

Oh she definitely still pregnant.

What are you looking for Daphne?

Ooooh she found the letters he wrote to his father.

And she's reading the mfs.

Oh man.

Yeah girl. It's fucking awful.

Here we go again with hoe ass Anthony.

Under the bleachers. Okay you freaks.

And Will throws the fight.

Featherington is so full of shit and those bookies know he played them. That is going to go horribly. I guaranfuckingtee it.

Simon knows whats up....but he's in no position to judge ANYBODY right now.

Daphne getting serious insight.

I appreciate the relationship between Daphne and Lady Danbury.

She needs someone to be straight with her.

She's giving that mother-in-law type advice and I love it.

You really out here judging him Simon.

Will fucked up but he's still right! Worry about your wife and your life! What's this really about?!

Oh Portia...don't get too excited.

That shits coming back around.

Breakfast together. Is this progress?

Daphne has a peace about her.

She ain't giving up on her man.

To Bridgerton House they go to see Dear Francesca.

Simon is so charming. He is duplicitous af!

Suddenly everyone is just cool with everything. Okay.

Must be the edibles.

Yes girl, look at your hot husband. He is impressive.

Um. Eloise. I think you're wrong boo.

Everybody doesn't have the advantages you have homie! I'm glad Penelope checks her when she gets on that high horse.

Simon with the kiddos just laying it on thick for my girl Daph. Teasing the fuck out of her.

Even Anthony looks all proud and shit.

Delacroix still finds away to shade Portia and it's hilarious.

He lost her mf dowry.

Yes Marina. The bun is still in the oven.

Hastings house is lavish af!

Gawd that picture.

This is not the end. No. No. No.

I share in the doctors exasperation.

Idk what the fuck has happened to Anthony to turn him on his head like this.

Ok mf! You know what, take Sienna to the ball.

Finally giving her the love she deserves from you.

Oh look at these assholes looking at themselves.

"You wound me."

She's light roasting him again and it's lovely.

Come on my babies. Get it together. Y'all are precious.

Also if I ever marry, I want a regal ass portrait like that.

She wants to dance with her man. Same, girl. I want to, and I want you to, too.

Oh we have classic bantering Simon and Daphne.

Come. On. Already.

Fix it.

Fuck....the way they look at each other.

Welp. Party time.

Noooo not one LAST dance.

Ok Will flexed for his baby.

Simon still looking all judgy. Man you better get your own house in order.

Eloise is a living doll, but she's not here for the fellas just yet....or maybe ladies. Or maybe nothing at all. We'll see with her. Just not yet.

I appreciate the evolution of her and Daphnes relationship.

Aww Mr. Finch.

Portia flexing. "The Duchess extended an invitation, personally." She made sure they knew how connected she was.

They're still roasting her wack ass husband though. But fuck him.

Yep he's fucked.

Wtf does Benny do at these balls?

Awe Colin and Penelope.

Penelope bout to confess.

Well Colin killed that. Like dead in the water.

Ya boy is going to Greece.

Sorry Pen. The confession must wait.

Shes devastated. Hell nah she ain't dancing.

Oh Eloise...now is not the time.

Eloise got all that tea!!!!

Hold up this footman looks cheeky. More of him maybe.

Anthony bout to scoop his lady......SIKE.

Sienna pitting an end to this shit.

Anthony you've let her down one too many times.

And Sienna apparently has no desire to put on airs.

Are you sorry though?

And wtf do you do now?

Toss the flowers. Check.

Aww she saved Whistledown.

What a peach.

Come on assholes. Look at y'all looking at each other.

And he still plans on leaving.

Lady Danbury out here dropping wisdom. Listen, Simon, listen!

I honestly do think it's different for them. I think it's different for everyone.

Oh Daphne, Violet is dropping hot ones this time.

What a fucking pep talk.

And now they dance!!!!!

Its that slo-mo smoldering stare for me.

More rain?!

Daphne letting that shit wash her worries away. Go girl.

I mean y'all are cute but this is Daphne and Simons moment.

Cheers to the cane of Lady Danbury.

Danbury put everyone out. Her matchmaking and scheming never end.

At least Simon stayed in the rain with her.

Look at them.....

She told him bout the letters!!!!

Idk man. This love confession is on par with "I burn for you."

She wants to stay with you and love you every day. Man you have a rider. Y'all have dragged each other through the shits. Y'all need this rain.

But there's this lovely thing called a choice.

You really just gonna let her walk away this time and NOT follow her?!

Fucking hell.

Meanwhile at Featherington house.

Oh fuck.

Lord Featherington is dead. I knew that shit was going to blow up.

Fuck. Poor Portia.

Daphne just chilling.

Oh. Ok. Here comes the Duke.

Oh come on Simon. Yes you do. You know EXACTLY what to do.

Nothing else matters when y'all tangled up in them sheets.

They are just so tender!

Yes! Take it to the bed.

Daphne kissing on Simons neck and wanting to give him pleasure and affection >>>>>>>>

A million times over. Its fucking hot. Look at her honing her skillset.

Ride the mf girl!

Ok then! Flip that ass!!!

Out here long stroking the fuck out of her. Got dang.

Oh now you bout to hit that ecstacy.

Is a "congratulations" or "good job" in order?

These beautiful assholes!!!!

I just love them.

All this build up for Simon to ejaculate inside Daphne....but so worth it.

Awww poor Penelope.....

Eloise is convinced Whistledown is Delacroix.

I do love Portia.

Her and Marina grew to an understanding I think.

Marina girl, I think you're making a wise choice marrying your baby daddys brother. Just saying.

Who tf inheriting the Featherington Estate? And have we met them?

Hyacinth is forever in my heart.

Simon and Daphne got that glowwwwww.

Awwe Anthony is all broken up over Sienna.

Ahh yes Anthony, a loving union is the problem. I'm ready for your drama Hoe.

Aha! I knew Delacroix wasn't Whistledown.

Ooooh Eloise!

And you saved her ass.

Really?!?! Pen?!

I can see it a bit.

Aww Daphne is having a baby!!! She got her wish!!!

Simon looks equal parts terrified and amazed.

Aw yall keeping the alphabetical name tradition. How fucking cute.

But you know what, I'm here for it and I find myself satisfied.

And also thirsty!

That's why I went right back and started the series right over again. Yes I did. And I'm proud of that.

Now I will start the books and obsess about season 2.

What a beautiful much needled ride during these times. I feel alive again.

[secretpeachtea]

Onigiri Miya Tidbits Ch 2

Title: the duplicate

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Onigiri Miya is now hiring and you just happen to be the right person for the job. The business has been gaining popularity since its grand opening, and many customers travel from different cities just to have a bite of Miya Osamu’s delicious recipes. You did expect some craziness from working in food services, but what you didn’t expect was to be bombarded with frequent tomfoolery from a bunch of attractive volleyball players during your shifts.

disclaimer: manga spoilers

A/N: I know the twins (or anyone from Hyogo for that matter) have a very specific accent, but I have a bit of trouble translating that into my writing, so I hope you guys can still use and hear that accent when you read their dialogue!

Previous///Next

It’s been a little over a week since you’ve started working at Onigiri Miya, and thankfully, things have been going well. There have only been a handful of problematic customers, but you were able to handle them quite efficiently, much to Osamu’s satisfaction. You’ve even been able to get acquainted with your boss much more since it’s only the two of you working long shifts together. You can definitely say that things have been working out really well at your job.

Today is another typical day for you as you walk towards the entrance of the shop, ready to start another day of work. You had actually left your apartment a lot earlier than usual, so you were a bit surprised to see that the door was already unlocked since Osamu usually arrives on the dot. You’re a little concerned that you might’ve jumbled up your alarm this morning and was actually late, but your phone displayed the right time. Not wanting to prolong your anxiety, you slide open the door and meet an unexpected sight. 

Sitting at the counter is a man who looks like a carbon copy of your boss but with blonde hair. He’s sporting a mustard-colored tracksuit and is carrying a confident aura.

“Miya-san?”

The stranger looks up and makes eye contact with you. There’s a brief air of silence before he breaks out into a wide grin. “Oh! Hey, new girl!” 

Not knowing how to respond, you just lift your hand awkwardly. “Um...hi?”

“I heard from a friend of mine that ‘Samu hired a new worker.” The blonde runs a hand through his hair. “Didn’t think you’d be such a cutie though.”

Before you even had time to react, your boss walked out of the storage room with a bag of rice on top of his shoulder. “‘Sumu, you got rice all over your chin.”

Miya Atsumu flushes red from embarrassment and proceeds to grab a napkin to clean his face. Now that you’re paying more attention to your surroundings, you notice that there’s an empty plate on top of the counter and you can assume that Osamu gave him food prior to your arrival.

“I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that this is your brother.” You shrug off your jacket as you walk further into the building and address Osamu casually.

“What gave it away? The nose or the ears?” Osamu jokingly teases as he shoves the bag of rice off his shoulders to one of the lower shelves. 

“You never told me you had a twin,” you respond with an equally playful tone.

“Never asked.”

You briefly glance to check the clock on the wall. “You’re here pretty early. Did I miss something?”

Your boss shook his head as he straightened up. He then pointed towards his brother who was just watching you two converse with intrigued eyes. “Nah. He’s here to eat something before practice and wouldn’t stop nagging me to make him something, which is why I’m here earlier than I should be, sleep deprived and all.”

“Sounds like you had a rough morning,” you laughed.

“Um, hello? I’m still here,” Atsumu interjected with a slightly sassy tone. “By the way, I didn’t catch your name, and your boss kept telling me to figure it out myself.”

You take a mental note at how petty your boss could be with his brother and stifle a laugh. “It’s (Surname) (Name).”

The corners of Atsumu’s mouth lifted upward. “Glad I could finally put a name to your face, (Name)-chan.”

Okay, you were definitely not used to someone calling you by your first name in such a casual manner, so you couldn’t stop yourself from getting a bit flustered. This did not go unnoticed by both twins, their eyes taking in the pink tint on your cheeks.

Not wanting to expose yourself any more than you already have, you look away and head towards the back room. “I’m just gonna go get ready really quick!”

Once you’ve put your things down and secured the apron around your waist, you walked back to the main room. The brothers have occupied themselves with other things in the meantime. Atsumu is scrolling through his phone with a bored expression, while Osamu is prepping the display case to get ready to open soon. You figured you should stay productive too and make your way to the fridge. You peek inside through the glass door and notice that there’s a shortage in beverages. 

“Miya-”

You’re at a loss of words when both brothers set their gazes on you once again.

“Atsumu’s fine by me, sweetheart.” The blonde man smirks at your conflicted expression.

“Stop flirting with my employee. And, she wasn’t talking to you, you scrub.” Osamu sighed and brushed his hands on his thighs before turning his body to face you. “What’s up?”

“I think we forgot to pick up some drinks yesterday.” You pointed towards the bare shelves in the fridge. There were a couple green teas and carbonated drinks, but it definitely wasn’t enough to last the rest of the day. The last thing you’d want to do is disappoint any of the customers.

“Ah, shoot. You’re right. I was supposed to take care of that last night.” Your boss looks up at the clock and sees that there’s still some time before you have to open. “I’ll head out and bring those in really quick. You think you can babysit this guy for a bit?”

“Hey! I’m not a little kid!”

“Yup! Leave it to me!”

“Woah, woah! Hold up now!”

Completely ignoring his brother’s protests, Osamu leaves the shop in your hands to bring in the drinks from a convenience store a couple blocks down. This left you and Atsumu in each other’s company for the time being. Not really having much to do until the drinks come in, you just position yourself in front of the register as usual, checking to see if everything is set up correctly. Atsumu seems to take this as his cue to have a one-on-one chat with you. 

“So, what’d you do to get the job? Bribe? Save a life? Cast a spell?”

You tilt your head in confusion and blink once. “Huh? What do you mean?”

Atsumu raises his arms in emphasis. “‘Samu doesn’t just let anyone work here. This place is practically his child. Protects it at all costs. It’s the reason why it’s just been him for so long even though it can get pretty busy around here”

“Oh, uh, I just applied and he accepted me.” You would be lying if you said that you weren’t surprised when you found out that he was the only other worker when you got the job.

“Interesting…”

Feeling a bit uncomfortable over how Atsumu was practically trying to analyze you and borderline interrogate you, you try to switch topics. “Seems like you know your brother pretty well.”

“Yeah, it’s kind of inevitable when we share the same face. Although, I personally think I am the more good-looking twin.”

You sweatdropped. “Well, despite the way you look, you guys are definitely different in a lot of ways.”

“For sure! Sometimes we can be complete opposites!” Atsumu nods his head in agreement.

“Does that mean you’re a bad cook?” You take this opportunity to tease the blonde, but start to regret it after you see a competitive glint in his eyes.

“No way! I’m a great man in the kitchen! Just watch! I’m gonna whip up an onigiri that’s on par with that fool!” Atsumu stands up from his stool and marches over to the other side of the counter.

“That’s probably not a good ide-”

“Relax! I got this!” Famous last words.

As soon as Atsumu was in reach of anything on the work space, all hell broke loose. As he placed some sticky rice into his hands, his elbow knocked over an entire container of sesame seeds, while his other arm ripped a couple sheets of nori* during his attempt to catch the tumbling seeds. A couple eggs fell out of a carton that Osamu had left aside due to the ruckus, painting the floors with yolk, and somehow the rice on Atsumu’s palm had ended up splattering onto his chin. 

You watched everything unfold with distressed shock. “What are you doing?! Are you trying to get me fired?!”

“I didn’t mean to do that, I swear!” The clumsy man just furrowed his brows as he frantically tried to stop anything else from going wrong. Trying your best to calm him down and avoid making more of a mess, you closed the distance between you and held onto his forearms.

“Hey, calm down, or you might trigger something else. Let’s just clean this quickly before your brother comes back or we’re both good as dead.”

That surely got Atsumu’s attention and the two of you quickly began to clean up the mess. You grabbed the nearest cleaning cloth, while he took a hold of the trash can. In just a matter of minutes, the workstation was already starting to look as neat as it was before. If it wasn’t such a ridiculous situation, you could honestly say that you and him were a pretty good team when faced with Osamu’s potential wrath. 

It wasn’t until you were finished sanitizing the counter space did you notice the pieces of rice that were stuck on Atsumu’s face. “Hey, you still have some rice on your face.”

“Again?” He tries to wipe off his face with a napkin like he did before, while he occasionally asks you if he got everything. You point out the ones he misses, but he keeps missing one rice grain on the corner of his mouth. 

Feeling a bit impatient, you lean towards Atsumu and he stiffens his movements. “Here, let me help. Hold still.”

You cup his cheek with your fingers to make sure he doesn’t move. Using your other hand, you gently remove the last rice piece, your fingers lightly brushing over his bottom lip unintentionally. Atsumu just stays completely quiet as you do wonders to his poor heart. He even unconsciously leans into your touch, but you’re too focused on the task at hand to notice.

“Got it.” You give him a triumphant smile, but falter as you notice Atsumu’s expression which held a certain softness to it with something else you can’t quite pinpoint.

Atsumu snaps out of his trance when you let go of his cheek and his entire face heats up, red crawling up to the tips of his ears. You pull away and discard the rice into the trash.

“T-t-thanks.”

Atsumu quickly turns his back towards you and wipes a small smudge on one of the containers, willing his heart to calm down from its fast beating. You think he’s acting a bit strange, but brush it off for now.

The only thing left to clean was the sticky floor. You’re about to mop up the egg remnants when you hear a voice call for your name at the front of the restaurant. “Hey, (Surname)-san! Can you open the door? My hands are kind of full.”

You and Atsumu look at each other with wide eyes, both realizing that you haven’t finished cleaning and Osamu was right outside the door. You hunch over and Atsumu mirrors you. Cue the furious whispering.

“What do we do?!”

“What do you mean, what do we do?! We gotta scrub the floor clean until he sees it!”

“But, he’s right outside!”

“Well you better figure something out, ‘cause if I don’t open that door right now, he’s gonna get suspicious!”

With that, you straightened up and made your way to the entrance, making sure to take your time with each step. You hear quite a bit of shuffling behind you but choose to pray that everything will work out. Once you reach the door, you slide it open for Osamu to enter. He was holding three boxes of drinks, the bulging veins in his arms indicated how heavy they were. 

“You sure took your sweet time.”

You laughed nervously. “Sorry about that. I was in the back room.”

When the two of you walk back to the counter, the blonde is nowhere to be seen. Thankfully, it seems like he was able to get everything done. The floor was spotless, maybe even a little too clean.

Suddenly you hear the bathroom door slam shut and turn your head towards the sound. Atsumu is walking out with slightly wet sleeves, so you assume that he just washed his hands. 

“You’re still here?” Osamu just gives his brother a blank look as he places the drinks down next to the fridge. “Don’t you have to go to practice soon?”

The other twin just shrugs his shoulders. “Eh. Not for like another hour.”

“Then, why the hell did you make me wake up so early to make you food?” One of Osamu’s eyes started twitching.

“I was hungry.”

“Die.”

Ignoring his brother’s bitterness, Atsumu sat at one of the stools near you and leaned his head against his arm. “(Name)-chan, you should try my favorite onigiri flavor!”

Your eyes light up at the mention of the first onigiri your boss made you. “Oh! The Minced Tuna and Spring Onion one right?”

Atsumu looked a bit surprised. “Yeah...how’d you know?”

“Your brother let me try it about a week ago after my shift.”

“Wait,” the man in front of you paused for a moment before a realization hit him. “You’re the reason why I had to eat cereal for dinner that one time?!”

You’re a bit stunned for a moment and direct your next question to Osamu who’s not even trying to hide his smirk. “I thought you said he’d get takeout?”

“Not my fault. This idiot dropped his wallet in the toilet and couldn’t remember where he kept his credit card.” Your boss just casually crosses his arms. “Turns out I conveniently forgot my wallet at the shop that day too.”

“Yeah, you made up for that today, you scrub,” Atsumu scoffs. You just watch the petty banter between the twins, discreetly enjoying their strange way of communicating.

Their conversation was interrupted when Atsumu’s phone vibrated indicating an incoming message. He checks his phone and quietly reads its contents before abruptly standing from his position and stretching. “Well, this was nice and all, but Bo-kun is asking for some extra spiking practice, so I’m gonna head out. I’ll be back soon, (Name)-chan, so don’t miss me too much!”

As Atsumu pocketed his phone, he leaned against the counter where you stood and held out a fist. “I had fun today.”

You laughed softly with a small smile on your face and reciprocated the fist bump. “See you around, Atsumu-san.”

The blonde just waved an arm at his brother, who couldn’t care less, and left without another word. Although, Osamu did nod his head in acknowledgement.

You didn’t think you’d have to deal with so much drama before the shop even opened, but at least you got to meet the brother with good taste.

Today had been another successful day at work. There were quite a few customers and all of the onigiri sold out by closing time. You stretched your arms to relieve some of the tension from standing in the same position all day. Osamu seemed to be doing the same as he rolled his shoulders back and forth.

There was a lingering question that you’ve wanted to ask him since this morning. “Just out of curiosity, is your brother a volleyball player too?”

“Yeah. Do you remember that owl-looking guy from last week? They’re on the same team.”

“Oh, so that’s why you were pretty familiar with him.”

Osamu nodded his head. “I’m surprised the whole team hasn’t come in yet. They frequent this place since it’s convenient and has decent prices. You’ll probably meet all of them pretty soon.”

You just hummed at his words.You were ready to start sweeping and moved your arm in the direction of the broom. 

“My turn to ask, then.” Osamu stated. “What’d you guys talk about while I was gone this morning?”

You hand froze in the air. “With Atsumu-san?”

“The one and only.”

“Oh...um…” You tried to think of something to cover up any suspicions Osamu may have, but he was already on to you.

“He did something stupid.”

You looked at your boss in the eye and sheepishly laughed. Might as well just tell him the truth. “Maybe crack some eggs and ruin some rice?”

Osamu sighed. “I figured. I did think it was a little weird when I saw the trash half full when we hadn’t even opened yet. There was also a very conveniently placed newspaper at the very top covered in yolk. Not to mention the eggs shells tangled in the mop.”

You silently cursed at Atsumu’s carelessness, but didn’t hold it against him since you both were in a rush to get everything clean. Before you had the chance to defend yourself, Osamu spoke up once again.

“Glad you told me the truth though, or I might’ve fired you.”

Panic. You are struck with panic at the mention of possibly getting fired. Your mind reels with everything that could possibly go wrong in your life if you were to lose this job, but Osamu’s amused laugh cuts off your thoughts.

“I’m just messing with you. I know how insufferable ‘Tsumu can be when he sets his mind to something.” He pats your head lightly. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on letting you go so easily.”

“Thanks, Miya-san.” You silently let out a small sigh of relief. There’s a short pause as the two of you just stand in place facing each other. Osamu looks a bit tense and turns his head away to look at the fake plant on the counter to his right.

“...Osamu.”

You pause with bewilderment and look up to catch his eyes. “...what?”

He moves his arm to rub his neck and avoids your gaze. “You can call me Osamu.”

You hesitate a bit and take in Osamu’s shy attitude. “But, you’re my boss…?”

“I wouldn’t mind if you called me by my first name. P-plus my brother shows up way more than he should, so it’ll probably get confusing,” He quickly rationalized, but his red cheeks said otherwise.

At this point, you’re both a bit flustered. In any other situation, something like this probably wouldn’t be that big of a deal, but this conversation seems oddly intimate.

“O-okay. Then, you can call me by my first name too, O-Osamu...san”

“Sound good, (Name)-san.”

Nori = the seaweed stuff

A/N: I know this is supposed to be a gen fic, but I couldn’t help but add in a bit of fluff when it involves the twins

[beatles-slash-fiction]

OT5 Part 5...

*****

The next day the boys have the day off.

Brian still has insurance woes to deal with as well as a mountain of paperwork. He’s got schedules and press conferences to finalise, as well as contracts to re-read which contain so much legal jargon they make his head hurt.

So Brian stays at the hotel while the boys go out to explore the city, slowly working his way through his tasks for the day.

It’s mind-numbingly boring, and Brian’s thoughts keep drifting to his boys.

His beautiful boys, who will have to drag themselves to his room once again tonight for another attempt at the task he’s set them.

He wonders if he’s being too harsh. Simultaneous orgasms are hard enough to achieve for two people, let alone four. And the boys are really trying.

But there are lessons for them to learn, and they’re so close now. Brian knows they can do this. And he knows it will bring them closer together.

A day spent locked up in a hotel room alone means that Brian is very much looking forward to dinner with the boys, and by the time he’s packing away his papers he feels as though he could skip down to the hotel restaurant downstairs.

The boys are already waiting for him at the table when he arrives, and Brian can already feel the stress of the day melting away as he takes a seat.

“How was your day?” Paul asks with a smile.

“Dull,” Brian chuckles, immediately lighting a cigarette. “But it’s got a little better now that I can see your lovely faces. Tell me about your day.”

Ringo excitedly recounts the sights the four of them visited today, as well as a story about John stepping in an ankle-deep puddle outside the train station.

Brian is content to just listen to them tell him about their adventures of the day while they eat, but he can’t help but notice that George is being rather quiet. The youngest lad is always quieter than the others, but he seems a bit...off tonight.

He doesn’t even finish his dinner, which is very unlike George.

“He was sick this morning,” John says to Brian quietly when they’re strolling back up to their rooms.

Brian feels his stomach drop, and the panic must show on his face because John chuckles.

“Don’t worry, Eppy. That’s what I thought at first too. But we’re all careful and we got a test for him to take earlier. It’s not that.”

Brian lets out a sigh of relief. That’s one scenario he can’t deal with right now.

“I think he’s nervous,” John says with a shrug. “About tonight.”

Brian can’t help but worry now. He’s seen how much George has struggled with this task over the last few nights, and he wonders if maybe he’s pushed the boy to breaking point. Destroyed his confidence and self-esteem.

Brian would never forgive himself.

“I’ve been thinking, lads,” Brian says as they pause outside the door to his room. “Why don’t we have a night off from the punishment tonight? Three nights in a row is quite tiring.”

The boys look a little surprised, but all happily agree to a night off.

“You’ll be back here tomorrow though,” Brian says firmly. “I meant it when I said you’ll do this until you get it right. And I want you all to go straight to bed now. To sleep. No messing around.”

“Yes, Eppy,” the boys chorus before heading towards their rooms in a fit of giggles.

Brian gently grabs George by his wrist before he can disappear. “It’s our night together tonight. Did you still want to sleep with me? John says you’ve been a bit poorly, so it’s not a problem if you’d rather just go back to your room and have a cuddle with one of the other lads.”

George gives a tired smile. “No, I’ll sleep with you. I’d like to. Let me grab my stuff.”

Brian watches the younger man disappear, loosening his tie and wondering if he’s fucked things up permanently.

*****

George turns up already dressed in his pyjamas, and toes off the fluffy hotel slippers before heading straight for the bed.

“Teeth?” Brian asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Already brushed,” George yawns, settling under the covers.

Brian settles down next to him, trying not to think about how young George looks right now. Sometimes Brian forgets that George is only twenty-two.

“Did you have a nice day today?” Brian asks, stroking George’s hair.

“Mm. It was funny listening to John complain about having wet shoes all day.”

They both share a quiet chuckle. George nudges their feet together beneath the covers.

“How are you feeling?” Brian slips his fingers beneath George’s top to stroke his stomach. “Do you still have trouble with your tummy?”

“Nah, I’m feeling a lot better now. Thanks.” George meets Brian’s eyes. “The lads thought I might be-“

“Yes.” Brian laughs nervously. “So did I. But John told me you confirmed otherwise.” His voice turns more serious. “You know I’d take care of you though, if you were? I’d take care of everything.”

George smiles at him shyly, leaning forward for a kiss.

Brian can’t let himself get carried away. This is a job. That’s all. One day his boys won’t need him anymore. He can’t fool himself into thinking this could ever be anything more. He can’t let himself think about that.

George swallows, shifting closer to Brian to rest his head on the older man’s chest. “I don’t think we should do the task anymore. It’s not fair on the others.”

Brian doesn’t say anything. He can feel George’s heart pounding, and he knows how nervous the younger man must be to bring this up.

“I’m not trying to get out of my punishment,” George adds quickly. “I promise, Brian. I’m really not. I know we misbehaved the other day and we let you down. But I can’t do this task. The others have all done really well, and I’m dragging them down. So maybe you could just punish me separately on my own. Let the others off. They’ve basically done what you expect of them so they shouldn’t have to keep at it.”

Brian chuckles, stroking George’s cheek. “Actually, they haven’t done what I expect of them. Why on earth do you think you’re the one dragging the group down?”

George blinks, confused. “Because I can’t come when I’m supposed to.”

“And that’s your fault, is it?”

George still looks utterly confused.

“This is a group task, George. The others should be helping you to achieve orgasm when you need to. They should be paying attention to your needs.”

George bites his lip, as if he’s never considered this.

Brian has seen it hundreds of times in the studio and on stage. The boys still seem to see George as the baby of the group, the junior. Someone to be directed rather than listened to. It doesn’t exactly surprise him that that’s translated into this task.

“You’ll have to tell them what your needs are though,” Brian adds. “They’re not mind-readers. So tell me. What do you need from them to help you all achieve this task?”

And because Brian is in a particularly sentimental mood, he presses a kiss to George’s bare throat.

“I need them to stop bossing me around,” George sighs. “It doesn’t help when they’re putting pressure on me.”

“Good,” Brian encourages. “And is there anything they could do to help you?”

George immediately turns red. “Well...um. I always like it when they say nice stuff to me, y’know? Like when they give me compliments. And call me nice names.”

“Ah,” Brian says knowingly. “Lovely. Well why don’t you tell them that? And maybe your next attempt at this task won’t feel like a punishment.”

That shy smile returns, showing off George’s little vampire teeth.

“Get some rest, lovely lad.” Brian kisses George gently. “You’re gonna be my very good boy tomorrow night and give this another go, aren’t you?”

George nods, eyes shining. “Yes. I’m gonna try. Love you, Brian.”

Brian closes his eyes, his heart bubbling. He can’t let his feelings get in the way of his job. He can’t allow that to happen.

“I love you too, my darling.”

TO BE CONTINUED

[ciggylungz]

Summer bummer- Chapter.3

word count- 1.9k

Summer bummer- pt.3

Pairing- Harry x reader

(a reality tv au)

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The confessional room was hot when Y/n stepped in, she had a few things to get off her chest. Some personal feelings, the finger banging session with Harry from two nights ago and a phone call she had gotten that was really dampening her mood.

She closed the door and turned the camera on, sitting herself in front of the green screen taking a deep breath before starting. “So, these last few days have been kinda crazy…me and Harry have been getting closer and fooled around some. I feel a bit nervous because I think I might actually like him and I know with how dating goes in situations like this it can end horribly especially if he only sees me as a hookup. I also got a call from my sister and she was telling me how she went to my apartment and saw my ex had trashed it after finding out I’m on the show. He even stole my locket with a picture of me and my best friend in it which had nothing to do with him!...” she didn’t want to cry. The asshole didn’t deserve her tears, but it was a shitty feeling and he violated her home so she was really upset.

“It just…god it sucks. We’ve been here for 2 months so we only have one left, and part of me doesn’t want it to be over…I don’t want to have to fuckin’ deal with the shit back home and I wanna see Harry…but we don’t always get what we want I guess so I’m fucked I guess.”

She turned the camera off, exiting the room to make her way to the kitchen to get a snack before sulking outside to have a smoke and mull things over in her head, she couldn’t decide if she was happy or more anxious when she saw Harry sitting on the patio nursing his hangover cure beverage since he’d gone out the night before but Y/n was too upset to.

“Hey love” he settled into the outdoor sofa scooting to make room for the younger girl, patting the cushion for her to sit. “Look a bit down there girlfriend, penny for your thoughts?”

Y/n shook her head slightly lighting her cigarette, “don’t wanna be a Debby downer, seems like you already got a headache” Harry gave her a ‘tsk’ before scooting closer to her. “Nonsense, tell me. been fingers deep in you before, don’t gotta feel vulnerable talkin’ to me.” Y/n lightly smacked his shoulder looking at one of the cameras pointed at the pair getting a little pink tinge to her cheeks. “shush, fine…I’m sad. My sister called and told me my piece of shit ex broke into my apartment and trashed it since he found out I was here. He’s insane, he spray painted ‘whore’ and other shit all over the walls and stole some of my jewelry. And I’m just really conflicted, and I-“ she rubbed her eyes lightly “-I’m sad because we don’t have much time left here, and I like you and don’t want to go home and never see you again…”

Harry smiled at her, bringing her closer to him so her head rested on his chest while her body laid on the couch. “Hey, first and foremost I don’t plan to never see ya’ again. I like ya’ too. Second, want me to deal with that shit head? I’ll go back with you when filming wraps and I’ll beat his ass and help you clean everything up, yea?” she simply nodded and hugged herself closer to him. One of her worries now fading, but she still had a lot on her plate.

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While the rest of the house was grooming themselves to go out to another club tonight, Y/n was just finishing her shower changing into some comfy clothes and toweled off her hair opting to stay home tonight not exactly in the party mood.

she had thought she was home alone, but Harry soon made his presence known by knocking on her bedroom door clad in some sweatpants but missing a shirt. “You didn’t go out with them?” Y/n questioned while sitting up in bed, letting Harry enter her shared room.

“Nah, decided to stay in with ya’. What kind of man would I be if I let you stay home all alone when you’re sad? Like you too much to do that poppet cmon scoot over.”

She complied, shuffling over to the right side of the twin sized mattress letting the tall man squeeze himself in her sheets. “C’mere give me a cuddle sweetheart.” His arms opened and his warm chest drew her in, her fingers tracing the butterfly tattoo on his upper stomach as they talked.

“Bout’ what you said earlier, how would you feel about goin’ out with me y/n? think we could give it a shot hmm?” He got exactly the response he hoped for, her head tilted up to look at him, happy eyes and a shy nod. “Yea! Really? You’re not pullin’ m’ leg right?” “course not, think I want ya’ to be my girl.”

Y/n was ecstatic, the sadness seeming to go into hiding for the time being while she kissed the man. Her fingers weaving into his hair as she let him drag her body on top of his, pulling her duvet over the two of them so the cameras didn’t get a proper eye full of their private moment. The most he was willing to ket those cameras pick up was the clicking noises of their kisses.

When Y/n pulled away from the kiss momentarily she used the time to make a request,

“Can you finally fuck me now? Please? I’ll be a good girl I promise” her words were whispered but they still had the same affect, a smirk growing on Harry’s face and a stirring of his cock in the sweats. “Yea? Want me to fuck you now that you’re my girl? You’re going to be good and take it all right?” Y/n nodded her head quickly while tugging her shirt off quickly tossing it over the bed, not caring about the fact she was basically about to have a sex tape from the cameras littered in the room about to capture her fucking Harry.

They were frantic, tired of waiting and so they made quick work of their clothes, Y/ now in only her panties and Harry in his now painfully tight boxer briefs, “Take me out pet, go ahead.” His voice was deep, gravelly, and his accent was thick as tar at this point, letting the younger get tug his cock from his underwear watching it spring to his stomach, and to say she was a bit shocked would fit her current expression. “I…I don’t know if I can take it all…why didn’t you tell me you were so big?” Harry only chuckled, wrapping his fist around himself and giving a few strong tugs to his cock, “didn’’t I tell ya’ the first day that if we had fucked you would know? Kinda hinted that I wasn’t small dove”

“jesus…biggest I had was 7 inches” Harry smirked at her bringing her face forward to kiss her again, “First time for everything, including taking your first 9 inch cock huh?” Harry wasn’t shy, he was quite sure of himself and happy with his package, and Y/n was too far gone to even think about backing out now, she didn’t want to. “Take your panties off, you got any condoms in here?” the girl nodded pointing to the night stand next to her bed while she dragged her underwear off her body leaving her completely bare under the blankets. Harry fished the rubber out and brought his hands back under the blankets to rip it open flipping so she was laying under him allowing her to put the condom on for him, smiling slightly watching her use both of her small hands to roll it down his cock. It was a snug fit, he decided next time he’d supply the condom so it fits a bit more comfortably but for now it would do.

Before he started Harry made sure the comforter was covering them as he judged the side of his tip between her folds smiling when he saw how huge the crown looked even before he entered her, yet he looked up when her small hand rested on his lower stomach, “Go slow at first please? It’s been a while and you’re really big.” Harry cooed slightly, nodding as he pushed his tip in slowly. He slowly got about 5 inches in before he felt her muscles tense, causing a great deal of resistance halting his actions noticing her pinched up a bit, “You alright baby?” “Y-yea, just burns a little from the stretch…” “it’s alright yea? Gotta relax so I don’t hurt you…there you go ah shit” he tried to keep his mumbling quiet while he got the majority of himself in her, the tightness almost painful yet he fucking loved it.

Soon enough they found themselves in a rhythm, his hips snapping into hers while she dug her heels into his bum while rolling her clit between her fingers in quick tight circles. Their moans weren’t so quiet anymore, but they didn’t care they felt too good to keep the noise minimal.

“feel’s good now huh? Tell me how I’m makin’ ya’ feel pet.” His breathing was rapid and labored while he tucked his face into her neck, Y/n let out another moan before replying “Good, so fuckin’ good. Feel full can feel you in my tummy…ah daddy.” She couldn’t help the dirty name slipping through her lips, her head was swimming and her body was vibrating. Her orgasm approaching sooner than later, and Harry couldn’t help but eat that shit up.

“Daddy huh? Fuck that’s hot, got daddies cock in ya’ don’t you doll?” Y/n nodded quickly her toes pointing as she came. She couldn’t hold it back anymore, she didn’t want to anyway. Her cunt clamped down on him making him choke on his moans while she had a rather intense orgasm, thanks to him.

“There you go, that’s a good girl…Daddies good girl cummin’ hard aren’t ya? Christ I’m gonna fuckin’ bust doll face.” Harry was in heaven, his balls pulling back into his body while he emptied himself into the condom going stiff while he finished. His muscles going to stone with the overwhelming pleasure causing Y/n to writhe beneath him.

Once he gained composure, he noticed Y/n’s droopy eyes and quivering body, pushing on his stomach slightly telling him ‘it’s too much’ finally taking a deep breath as he removed himself from inside her slipping the condom off and tying it before tossing it in the trash.

“Did a good job dove. Proud of ya’, took my whole cock.” The girl nodded, sleepy flutters of her lashes giving him the hint she was near falling asleep. “gonna be sore tomorrow aren’t i?” Harry chuckled a little tugging her into his side, “Probably, but don’t worry daddy will carry you around if ya need me too.”

 (I hate this chapter, I’m not proud of it. It’s somewhat of a filler chapter to give some body to the piece while setting some updates to help the story flow better after this chapter. They boned so be happy with that sluts. Love ya xx h)

[black-streak]

Waiting for the Worms - Outside the Wall

Part 19

Hey guys, very short, laid back chapter. I finished up writing my timari spitefest work and then immediately had a 6 month old puppy brought into my life. She likes sleeping on my hand. If you guys want, I'll post a picture of her, but the point is that writing may slow down significantly due to training and cuddles. Sorry this is almost more of a filler.

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Walking through the portal, Jason took in the sight of his team dropping their transformations one at a time, taking no mind to the kid who walked in behind him. Guess it didn't really matter. What are the chances he would recognize them in any manner that mattered? Plus, they wanted the kid to feel comfortable here. That he could trust them.

Marinette walked over to him, barely glancing at the awkward Robin standing out of place.

"Alright, reprieve is over. You'll never adjust to your body this way," she said with an apologetic smile, lacing their fingers together and both loosening their crushing grip on their bond they'd been holding for the last two hours. As they both relaxed their minds, they slipped back into their own bodies, souls settling happily into their rightful place. 

Placed properly, Jason turned towards the Robin in the room, offering a lopsided smirk, "Welcome to the shitshow."

He shuffled his feet, "I don't plan…"

"On staying. Yes, we know Timothy. It's okay," Marinette helped him out, smile soft.

His shoulders tensed and narrowed eyes stared them down, staying quiet.

"Look, replacement, we're not trying to intimidate you or anything. We know Bruce's identity. Comes with being one of his charity cases, you know? It's not difficult to figure out which kid ended up in his care next," he intoned, trying to help Timothy see their lack of intentions towards revealing his identity.

"We only thought it fair you should be made aware of what exactly we know. I imagine it would be quite unsettling to think you had the upper hand on us only to find out later that we knew the whole time," Marinette chimed in next.

They watched as his face screwed up with an off put expression only to nod his assent, "That would bother me more, yeah."

"My name is Marinette," she put her hand out towards him, waiting patiently.

"Tim," he carefully shook her hand, staying almost formal despite the informal correction, "So the part about you getting stuck in the former Robin's body during his death. That's why you share the madness you mentioned before?"

"Lazarus Pit insanity. So fun. Definitely recommend," Jason decided to butt in, noticing the way Tim focused on Marinette the moment they switched bodies, "we were both dipped in a way, though she got the short end of the stick. My body, her soul."

"So some of it transferred due to it contaminating her soul then?" Tim asked, finally looking at him.

"Pretty much. Splitting it up this way makes it easier to handle," Marinette answered.

Tim seemed to consider this for a moment, "why are you answering me so willingly?"

"What purpose would hiding it serve?" He countered, receiving a surprised silence in response.

"I'm sorry you had to witness that out there. I'm sure that couldn't have been pleasant," Marinette slowly brought her hand to his shoulder, leaving plenty of time to move if the kid decided the contact was unwanted. When Tim allowed it, eyes still almost glaring, she smiled up at Jason and led the boy further into the room while he followed behind.

Zeroing in on where Marc stood on the phone, he gave a curious look only for Marc to end the call and curiously glance at the screen before turning back to the room at large, "That was Alfred. He can't make it here for a few days due to the giant man baby that's currently throwing a fit, but apparently someone else will be coming by tomorrow to speak to you two," This was partially directed towards Tim, but mostly to himself, "Said one would know her as a bat, the other as the eye in the sky."

"Barbara's coming? Oh great! It's been entirely too long since we've seen her!" Mari perked up, "did he say when to expect her?"

"Around eleven," they easily replied, picking their way over towards the trio, "sorry about holding you down by the way. Couldn't let you get caught up in that mess. My name is Marc," was directed at Robin.

"So… you were the mice?"

"They were the mice, yes. I'm Juleka. I was the one who brought you to the portal."

"The fox then, and you were likely the cat?" Tim directed towards Kagami.

"Kagami. In the next room over is Chloe."

"The one who opened the portal."

Jason felt a strange sense of appreciation for how quickly Tim placed the identities together. As well as a sense of dread. This kid was too bright, too sharp, based on what Mari told him, to be so easily fooled by Bruce. To not see how toxic that environment was. What happened to his replacement to make him so willing to overlook it all?

At this point a small hand slipped into his as Chloe introduced herself to the boy, having entered the room a moment before. Looking down, he took note of Damian huddling closer to him, watching the scene unfold.

"Another one?" The kid grumbled, tightening the grip on his hand and looking none too pleased, "I know you said I'd have to adjust to new people, but isn't this a bit much?"

"I don't know, kid, you seem pretty accepting of me," Jason tilted his head, watching the kid stiffen slightly, a blush overcoming his face.

"I hadn't realized you changed back yet," Damian replied, though he remained gripping his hand as they watched Tim interact with the others, "Will they all leave already?" The kid added, drawing his eyes back down to the uncomfortable shifting. Glancing at the clock, he figured he might as well indulge Damian every now and then.

"Chloe, lead the herd, would you?" He asked, maintaining eye contact to get his point across.

"Alright you lot, time to head out. Surely Robin won't be too comfortable around all of us for very long."

There was a touch of an argument over this, but eventually the team picked themselves up around the apartment and headed out, saying they might stay away for a few days. Jason caught the grateful smile on Marinette's face and took his small victory in how Damian pulled him back a little when he moved, as though afraid he might leave as well. 

When the apartment quieted down and everything went still, he took a deep breath and led the kid over towards the kitchen, feeling Marinette move behind him to follow. He set a pot onto the stove and filled it with milk to heat up, turning to look through the cabinets while it heated up, "Have you ever had Hot Chocolate, kid?"

"You mean melted? Once. I was given a piece to hide, but it melted a bit," Damian answered, sounding disappointed, though at only having it once or having to admit letting it melt, he wasn't sure, "Why?"

"Not quite what I meant. But I'll take it as a no. We're gonna have some tonight then," Jason responded, pulling down a bag of milk chocolate chips. They'd have to do. He pulled his hand up to ruffle the kid's hair, chuckling as he yanked back with a sneer, shuffling over to duck into Marinette's side, who'd been holding easy conversation with Tim all the while, carefully not commenting on the way the Robin pulled off his mask carefully and was beginning to calm down now that there weren't as many people. Jason chose this moment to eavesdrop, now that he no longer had to occupy Damian.

"Why's the new one still here?"

"Damian, this is Tim. He needed a place to stay."

"Why does it have to be here?"

"The same one who wronged Jason and I has wronged him as well. I imagine being around people who understand his position and won't judge him helps."

Jason chose to speak up now, "Marinette took you in when you had no one. When the two of you understood each other and felt connected for it. That's how you came to be family. He and I have a similar understanding."

"So he is family to you?"

"Nah, think more like when you first met her."

"You are… Wanting to protect him despite not personally knowing him. Instinct."

"Now you got it," he responded, pouring four mugs of the beverage, ignoring the calculating gaze between his shoulder blades. Then went about handing them out despite Tim's reassurance that he was fine, "drink it or don't, won't bother me either way, but I'm not going to leave you out."

Damian remained silent up until this point, observing the young teen curiously before passing his final judgement, "okay, as long as he sticks with you," the unspoken threat to keep away from Marinette did not go unheard.

"No one will take your place in my heart, little one. That place was created for you. If I become close to anyone else, they'll have to find their own place. Yours is occupied," she assured, as they both pretended not to hear his unbelieving grumbles. That lesson would be learned with time. 

Through it all, Tim kept to himself, sipping slowly and watching their interactions. Jason couldn't know what the boy thought, but if he had to wager a guess, he probably felt suspicious over how open and honest they were. Confused by their relation to Damian, but unsure if it was safe to ask. Likely, the teen just wasn't sure what to make of it all and wouldn't for quite a while. 

It'll take time and reassurance, probably even multiple visits from Alfred and Barbara to convince Tim that this was a safe place for him, but they had time to spend.

[flyingupward]

Venice the Musical Sentence Starters

all sentences taken from the lyrics to the musical venice. feel free to change pronouns, etc.

Act I

“All I hear is ‘left, right, left, right, left, right’.”

“I am your lifeline, your forward and hindsight.”

“To tell this story is a means of resistance.”

“Many no long living for not keeping themselves hidden.”

“This story needs a voice so I will oblige.”

“Once had freedom then we lost it.”

“What’s the price of living this life?”

“Darkness fell, our freedom taken.”

“We were taught to be proud to be from here.”

“The government dissolved and a corporation crept.”

“Twenty years of occupation has taught us better.”

“Left for dead, stuck here while the wealthy fled.”

“Bombs exploded round our heads. Get some rest.”

“If we don’t demand more from our lives, how can we expect our kids to thrive?”

“Separate, we are powerless, but together, we can rise.”

“After all of these years writing to you, I’ll finally be home by your side.”

“Is this the day that we can say you paved the way?”

“Today is the day that we find out our fate.”

“Home at last, our children reunite.”

“A divided nation torn in two demands reunion.”

“I hope you let us tell you a little story exploding onto the present.”

“I am alone, my own resistance.”

“Damned if I live this life waiting on the sidelines.”

“One time fool me and it’s shame on you. Two times fool me and it’s shame on me. Three times? There’s never three times.”

“I’ll be the last man standing when the world collapses.”

“Got them thinking my heart is gold.”

“I’ll never show what I’ll do to take the last stand.”

“She’s an illusion he’s choosing.”

“Peaceful revolution is always bound to be polluted.”

“Watch me stay focused, forever unnoticed.”

“The always obedient dog by your side’s got the worst bite.”

“The dream was better than the letters that we wrote would allow.”

“Could you believe those words could make us unite?”

“Is this our shared prayer to the morning light?

“Children write and hearts explode and dreams invite us to places we’d never go.”

“Someone so convicted in her beliefs, it can be hard to see.”

“The world was at war but this country doesn’t have to be.”

“We could be decent and generous. Don’t let hate better us.”

“Two worlds collide and fill his soul with wisdom we will never know.”

“This is the ballad of mismatched brothers.”

“I feel the void I left behind.”

“Am I strong enough to hold the weight of all their souls?

“From what I know this road is golden and I know I believe in you.”

“And so we sleep, hoping that the bombs don’t drop on our streets.”

“What you don’t see is the bomb that’s ticking.”

“I am hardly in step with your emotional dance.”

“Uninvited, unfound, in this hell of a home, opportunity knocks and it’s time to go.”

“There are many different weapons in this game called war.”

“The people who couldn’t leave, they were forced to accept whatever devil knocks at your door.”

“This is no fear of death if you never get old.”

“She was dropped on the city like a renegade, never with the promise of these better days.”

“Have you ever seen something like me?”

“You best believe I’ll haunt your dreams.”

“I can see the sunrise when I close my eyes.”

“As a kid you have a dream and it seems like nothing can come between what you dream and what you’re stuck in.”

“But when the moment’s there, will you rise up with your eyes up?”

“They look at me like I looked at her.”

“My blood trembles with desire to set the world on fire.”

“I feel the dark ahead of the dawn.”

“A spark of what I used to know stands before me all aglow.”

“Seen enough I’m not that blind.”

“They say she’ll bring us hope.”

“And are we all just children playing in our parents’ clothes?”

“And when the lights come on will we find out that we’re grown?”

“I would have done anything that you asked me to.”

“Where did I misstep? Where did I lose?”

“I wanna love and be loved.”

“I have all this money for nothing ‘cause what it buys is a disguise if you never loved me.”

“I’ve been waiting on that second chance.”

“It’s the lie of romance that over time it never stands.”

“Seen enough to make me blind.”

“I’m leaning on the brink of blazing a new path.”

“I know the dawn is coming.”

“We congregate freely, free from the evil.”

“Tonight we fucking party for a brand new tomorrow.”

“I know it’s been a long and brutal road.”

“Let me propose a toast and welcome in people who for years have been suffering.”

“Holding the weight of being held down, hell bound, lifted from the ashes, we naturally yell out.”

“I’ll give it one hundred and I’ll make you proud.”

“Imma be the remedy. Nah, I’m the elegy.”

“For all the pain, never again.”

“So the city is finally our own.”

“I’ll be free in my home.”

Act II

“People are frozen, pictures of panic painted onto their poses.”

“I am beholden for this mess.”

“All the people, they are screaming. I can hear my name.”

“Time slows and I know I don’t feel the same.”

“I’m running for a reason that I can’t explain.”

“Come and disappear with no fear.”

“My brain fails to explain the pictures I’m seeing.”

“Morning sky looking dreary like a painting painted by a guy whose demise was waiting.”

“Is _______________ lying dead when I should have been next to him?”

“I wish somebody else was lying there instead of him.”

“Vanish into air, come and stare into the light.”

“You never wish war on a people.”

“The seconds of your life just slow down.”

“My stomach eats itself. I see my own face.”

“Has something already determined my fate?”

“Time gives way. Am I too late?”

“I am death personified.”

“Your mind has been chosen. The lines have been drawn.”

“Take two steps, take one breath. Just accept your own death.”

“We will never forget and we’ll see you again.”

“Where’ve you gone, old friend, lately?”

“Have you left me here waiting to grow up on my own on this road all alone?”

“I am a desert of unfulfilled memories.”

“Death calls unspoken unseen.”

“If only we hadn’t listened to ambitions that were far beyond our reach.”

“If only there was a way to take back yesterday, you’d still be here with me.”

“If only you were a second late dreaming about yesterday.”

“If only you never came for me.”

“This morning I could feel the changes: Shadows on the wall laughing as we fall.”

“All of my moments are fractured behind me.”

“The toy of a girl has shattered inside of me.”

“Why does the silence emulate violence?”

“The cold and the quiet screams in defiance.”

“If only I had listened to the voices telling me to take it slow.”

“If only I had never wanted for better.”

“If only I didn’t stay up at night and miss you.”

“If only I didn’t feel like I feel when I’m with you.”

“If only I was never lonely.”

“If only I never came.”

“If only I never fell in love with you.”

“The air is scarily silent with the feeling any moment could explode into riots.”

“PTSD of twenty years of grief flooding heavy on the minds of those who never sleep.”

“Revenge is on the minds of the masses.”

“Ashes to ashes devolves into madness.”

“Have we reached the beginning of the end of peace?”

“Have we seen the end of out collective dreams?”

“There’s nothing that lasts forever. So we’ve discovered together.”

“What was white and black is now shades of gray.”

“They sit in the eye of the storm, looking at the city as it silently swarms.”

“Tell the people we are coming, declare a revolution.”

“Now it’s time somebody bled.”

“Is this the day that we can say you paved the way?”

“Alone, awake, her mind would race into her dreams.”

“Unsure of what the balance held, the girl grew up into herself.”

“When the man had got his way, he disappeared without a trace.”

“I dreamed a dream and so it seems that little girls have fantasies.”

“We are all the play things of men in this town.”

“What you’ll find, what you’ll see is that men could care less about your fantasy.”

“With flowers in their hands but pockets full of dust, ain’t no trust in a man.”

“Why am I stuck in this lie? I should’ve known better than to trust his eyes.”

“Should’ve read the signs ‘cause all my life I’ve been left behind.”

“See I had him, no denying that this love’s worth dying.”

“I’m as foolish as I ever was.”

“I came here because I believed in his love.”

“I thought the world had changed. It’s the same as it ever was.”

“How can I explain these mistakes I’ve made.”

“I wanted to love and be loved, but instead I’ve come undone.”

“How do I tell her that she has been deceived by me?”

“Our enemies showed us no mercy and we will show none in return.”

“When we needed you most, I watched you suburb.”

“Where’s all that wisdom that we saw in you, made us fall for you.”

“Is the world so fucked you’ve already given in?”

“Crumbled are the steps of the dream I stood upon.”

“As I stand dismayed by the mess that I’ve made, let me be.”

“Here you are stuck between us and them.”

“Maybe there’s a way, maybe there’s still hope,  but I don’t recognize you.”

“Don’t understand how the same damn man who gave hope to the land can stand before us and command that we’re going back.”

“This monster is growing with every breath.”

“Here I stand, a shade of a man with peace in his hand.”

“Now that they’ve tasted your dream, they can’t go back to where we were.”

“Right in this moment, you’ll find me dreaming about yesterday.”

“The soul lingers long after you pass. That’s why we feel like we’re surrounded by our past.”

“The air drenched in a bath of memories, a constant reminder of our deathly legacy.”

“I never took a risk and I’m scared to admit that this is how I lived my life.”

“‘That’s __________________,’ they told me, ‘a princess in disguise.’”

“I wanna be great for one instant.”

“I’m gonna take a risk and maybe I can save her life.”

“I have waited all these years for your face to reappear.”

“I have waited all these years for you to see me here.”

“I don’t need an icon that’s bygone.”

“When I was little, you convinced me that I belonged, but you were wrong!”

“Inside, I feel rage, and you died in vain.”

“I’m only half your babe, the other half: disgraced.”

“You took their lives in your hands and it was wrong.”

“You led those people in their very own death song.”

“You gave up being my mother - for what?”

“I can use force like you never could.”

“From what I know, this road’s still golden and I’ll always believe in you.”

“What we’ve been through, we can’t undo.”

“I have always loved and believed in you.”

“She has never loved or believed in you.”

“I done with you and the war you provoke.”

“You would push it till it burned with no concern.”

“With you, I believed in love, but you never loved me. You only used me.”

“So why should I be stuck in this lie?”

“She certainly loved you from far away.”

“Little children, they ran away a ways away where they could be safe.”

“She believed that you could be something great, someone great.”

“We need to grow up now.”

“Stop praying for, wanting more, playing war.”

“We’re not children anymore.”

“Look at what we’ve lost, what love we’ve lost.”

“We haven’t begun to see the sun. We need to set it right.”

“Let’s start anew. It’s what she died for.”

“Now this tale of love has ended, our has just begun.”

“If we Shades have thee offended, then go out and see the sun.”

“The world in here is just a shadow. We hide in these imaginary lights.”

“The world out there is a shadow of everything that might be right.”

“Rise up, shake hands, resume our days. Because this is all a play.”

“Just make believe that makes belief.”

“Give us just one moment to shine.”

[lu-undy]

Chapter 81 - SBT

Here it is.

"Oh man, maths is so hard…"

"I know! But Prof L's nice."

"Yeah, makes it almost easy."

Lunch time came and Mundy smiled. He was on soup duty that day with the poor, and the kids were rushing out of their class with none other than Prof L. 

"Hey, M!" 

"Hey, guys. So how was it with L? Borin' again?" 

The kids laughed as they lined up and took a bowl each. 

"Non, it was not." Lucien went behind the counter and lent a hand to Mundy. "Was it?" He asked the children.

"Nah!" They answered as they were served by either Lucien or Mundy. 

"You see, M? My classes are never boring." 

"Pfff, of course you'd say that…!"

When the soup was served to everyone, Lucien and Mundy helped themselves and shared some bread together. Winter was gone and now was the time for spring. 

"How was it with the kids this mornin'?" Mundy asked as they both sat on plastic chairs not far from the tables that had the pots.

"Someone said it was boring." Lucien answered with a smile. 

"So I've heard, eh." 

"Pff…" Lucien nudged him with his elbow playfully and they both chuckled. 

"Nah, seriously, how was it?"

"As usual. I think some of them at least will become very good human beings, and maybe even more. Seeing them everyday fills me with joy."

"Alright then, I see you don't need me, eh?"

"Don't be jealous. I need you, you fill me with another kind of joy…" Lucien winked at his lover. 

"Not so loud. The kids are gonna hear you…!"

"They are far away and busy." Lucien answered with a chuckle. 

"Still have some classes this afternoon?" Mundy raised a bit of bread to his mouth.

"Oui." Lucien bent on his side and bit in the bit of bread before Mundy had the chance. 

"Oi!"

Lucien chuckled and left a quick kiss on his lover's cheek. 

"Someone told me that I looked like a thief."

"Whoever that is, they're right!"

"Ages ago, a lifetime ago. I was a different man back then, and I had come to meet with a scruffy - some would say dirty - hunter."

Mundy raised an eyebrow. 

"Back then, I used to have short hair and a clean shaven face."

"Now you're the scruffy one, eh?" Mundy joked and Lucien chuckled. 

"I guess so, oui. And back then, I used to wear a mask."

"Ah, yeah, the balala-thingy. I remember." 

"Oui. And the hunter said to me that I looked like a thief with my… balala-thing."

"Balala-thingy, not balala-thing, Professor Ski." 

Lucien's eyebrows jumped and he turned to look Mundy in the eye. 

"That's how I called you when we met, remember?" The Aussie asked. 

"Of course, I do." 

They finished their soup together and the time had come for afternoon classes. 

"I shall go."

"Yeah, don't wanna be late for your own classes, eh."

"It sets a bad example for the children." Lucien answered.

"Ooh, listen to you now, an example you are, eh?"

Lucien smirked proudly. 

"You should take notes, mon amour."

"Pfff, yeah, well, too late to change anything in me, eh."

Lucien stood up and took Mundy's hand. 

"It is never too late." He put Mundy's hand on his lips and left a kiss. The Aussie stood up and pulled Lucien's hand to his own lips.

"Go ahead, Prof L." He kissed it and Lucien blushed.

"Fine, I shall. Take care and see you tonight?" Lucien headed away.

"Yeah, see ya. And uh, Lu'?"

The Frenchman stopped and turned. 

"Je t'aime." Mundy said, with his own Australian twist to the pronunciation. 

[I love you.]

"Moi aussi, mon loup."

[Me too, my wolf.]

Mundy spent the afternoon going through donations. Clothes, toys, sometimes even pieces of furniture. Of course he wasn't alone and other volunteers helped. He took a break at some point and took a walk around the few blocks. But curiosity won over when he saw the silhouette of a man in his late forties with long, silver hair through a window. 

Mundy got closer and watched. Lucien was too absorbed explaining whatever bit of maths was on the blackboard for him to notice that he had an extra student outside, shyly observing him. Mundy saw him go to the kids, boys or girls, from one table to the next. He would crouch down to be at eye-level with them and spend a few seconds there. Sometimes he would take a pencil and scribble something on their copybook. But each time, he would finish his explanations with a smile and a pat on the shoulder or ruffling the blond or brown hair of the child he was addressing.

Mundy smiled. The cold-blooded snake of a spy did have something of a father's instinct. And even if his past job had tried to strip him off of his emotions, Lucien's heart always won. 

"Such a ball of repressed romance you are…" Mundy whispered to himself and chuckled before turning and heading back where Maurice needed him.

The afternoon flew by at the speed of light. 

"M, you can finish this tomorrow, it will start to get dark and L has finished classes a long time ago now. He will wonder why you come back home so late…!"

Maurice came to Mundy who was busy trying to repair a toy. He had a screwdriver in his hand and an allen key behind his ear. The king of beggars removed the allen key and tapped Mundy's shoulder.

"Oh, hey, Maurice."

"How is it going?"

"Alright. Just a few tweaks and a new battery ought to do the job on this little car."

"Great. Now, please, go back home or L will tell me off." Maurice chuckled. 

"Yeah, true." Mundy put away his tools and tidied up his working bench before standing. "Alright, thanks Maurice, I didn't see the time fly."

"It is alright. I should have a clock installed in this workshop. But yes, please, we'll see each other tomorrow." 

"Yeah, see ya."

They exited the workshop and Mundy locked it before heading home. His walk back home wasn't too long but as he put his hand on the front door handle, a noise surprised him. He leaned his ear on the wooden door to listen better. 

"Is that…?"

Yes, it was. It wasn't any odd noise. That particular kind Mundy could recognise anywhere. He unlocked the door and pushed it open as silently as possible before slipping in. He walked to the living-room and peeked through its door.

The flames of the fireplace made the Burgundy walls glow in warm shades of red and orange. Perle and Soot brushed themselves on Mundy's legs before slithering in the room. Lucien was sitting in the middle of it, on a piano. He had tied his hair in a messy bun but some locks of hair fell beautifully around his face. Mundy's heart swelled in his chest and he didn't even wonder where the piano had come from.

The halo of the dancing flames cut Lucien's black silhouette poetically. He was playing with the ivory keys confidently. Mundy removed his aviators to see him better.

{To the reader: the song is "Star Triste" [Sad Star] by Juliette Armanet. Some of the lyrics have been changed.}

"Accoudé à mon piano,

[Leaning on my piano]

Je fais le beau

[I play it cool]

Je veux qu'on m'aime,

[I want to be loved]

Qu'on m'aime dans la peau."

[To be so loved.]

Lucien was dancing on the piano, his hair followed the movement of his head that he swung in rhythm.

"J'voulais pas devenir chanteur,

[I didn't want to become a singer,]

Lady crooner,

[A lady crooner]

J'rêvais d'une vie plus claire,

[I dreamt of a more simple life]

Peut-être plus sincère."

[Maybe more true.]

Perle and Soot jumped on the piano seat and then on top of the piano itself and they laid there, spooning each other. Soot bathed the white cat and no doubt they were purring, even though Mundy couldn't hear them.

"J'sens que je vais finir en idole,

[I feel I'll end up an idol]

En bourreau des coeurs,

[A heartbreaker]

Le king des baby dolls,

[The king of baby dolls]

Le bureau des pleurs."

[The bureau of cries]

Gosh, what a sight. Mundy had almost forgotten that Lucien could sing that well. It was gentle, delicate waves of air that he blew between his thin lips. It was sensual and soft to the ear.

"Je cherche des yeux

[I look with my eyes]

Quelqu'un pour que le monde s'écroule

[For someone to make the world crumble and fall]

Quelqu'un pour être deux

[Someone to be two with]

Et là parmi toute la foule

[And there, amongst the crowd]

Je n'en vois pas deux

[I can't see two people]

J'suis seul pour lui tout entier

[I am alone for him entirely]

Seul sur la scène

[Alone on the stage]

Juste pour lui"

[Only for him]

Lucien raised his head off the black and white keys and looked at the door. Nothing. Hm. He could have sworn he felt as if he was being watched. 

"Il n'y a qu'un seul moyen de le savoir."

[There is only one way to find out.]

Lucien dived back in his bubble of concentration. He knew what he should play next, to lure his lover out of the shadows.

He placed his fingers on the keys and took a deep breath. Lucien started much slower than the original version. But he needed to remind himself of the chords and arpeggios. Ah, oui, it was coming back to him now, his fingers knew what they were doing and he started to sing. 

"Time can never mend

The careless whisper of a good friend.

To the heart and mind,

If your answer's kind,

There's no comfort in the truth.

Pain is all you'll find.

I should have known better, yeah."

Lucien looked at Perle and Soot. They were sleeping peacefully, their limbs were intertwined in a beautiful mix of black and white fur.

"I feel so unsure

As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor.

As the music dies,

Something in your eyes

Calls to mind a silver screen,

And all is sad goodbyes."

A breathy line of saxophone resonated from the corridor and Lucien smiled. He went on with the music, nothing shall interrupt them!

"I'm never gonna dance again!

Guilty feet have got no rhythm!

Though it's easy to pretend,

I know you're not a fool!

I should have known better than to cheat a friend!

And waste a chance that I'd been given!

So I'm never gonna dance again,

The way I danced with you!"

Mundy had entered the living-room and was now playing that oh so famous saxophone tune from the well known 'Careless Whisper', by George Michael. He joined Lucien and leaned on the side of the piano. 

One tapped ivory and ebony keys while the other played with gold. The flames of the fireplace lit the black varnished, grand piano and the golden saxophone beautifully. 

Both improvised on the piece and it lasted much longer than it should. The piano answered the saxophone and the saxophone answered the voice. Hammers hit strings more passionately as Mundy blew in his golden dragon, the flames of what his voice couldn't sing springing vividly to Lucien.

After a length of time that none of them knew precisely, they stopped. Mundy had ended up sitting next to Lucien on the piano seat. He put the saxophone on top of the piano next to the cats and took a deep breath. 

"That… was epic." He said and leaned his head on Lucien's shoulder. The latter chuckled. 

"We should do this more often." 

"What? Play Careless Whisper for hours?" Mundy asked as he dearly held Lucien's arm in his.

"Playing together. After all, that's all we've ever done, hm?" Lucien put his hand on Mundy's thigh and brushed it gently. He leaned his head on Mundy's. 

"Yeah… Playin' together weird games, eh?" 

"Oui, but I wouldn't change anything."

"I'd change the bit where you made me believe you were dead." Mundy teased. 

"Ah, oui, that. I almost forgot about it." Lucien found Mundy's hand and laced his fingers around his. 

"I didn't. It felt awful."

"To this day I am surprised that you did not beat me up for it." Lucien said. 

"To be honest with ya, I couldn't. It didn't even cross my mind."

"How come? I thought I was your favourite punching bag." Lucien kissed his lover's head and leaned on it again.

"Ha, yeah, 'course you are but…"

"But?" 

"But I was so happy to see you. I was over the moon…!" Mundy answered. "And uh… If you think about it, coming out of your hidin' is like refusing to lie. It's like you had the choice between continuing to lie or coming to me, and you chose to take the risks and come to me. Means a lot to me." 

Lucien smiled, albeit sadly. He wished he had met Mundy much earlier in life.

"Now, the more I think about it, the more I… Uh… I mean I love you." 

Lucien bit his lip. Something was gnawing him on the inside and had been for days now. 

"Mundy?"

"Yeah?"

"I have something to confess, yet again."

Mundy straightened his back and looked at his lover next to him. 

"What is it?"

"I fear you might want to beat me up after all." Lucien lowered his head. 

"Why?" Mundy took Lucien's hand in both of his. He looked him in the eye but Lucien was staring down at his thighs.

"Because there is a lie that I need to clear up."

"Go ahead."

Lucien took a deep breath. 

"Tomorrow I shall take you somewhere, if you agree. But you shall face it without me."

"Face what?" Mundy raised an eyebrow. 

"The lie that Maurice has been nurturing for years and that he shared with me for days now." 

Mundy frowned. 

"Alright… Uh… I must say it doesn't explain much but I guess that's all I'm gettin' for tonight?" 

"I am sorry." Lucien hid his face in his hands.

"Hey now, it's fine." Mundy hugged him.

"Non, it is not. You will hate me when you find out!"

"No! I can't hate you, luv', whatever it is, I won't hate you. I can't!"

"Mundy… Please…?" Lucien removed his hands off his face and looked up at Mundy. The Aussie saw the flames of the fireplace dance in the guilty pupils of his lover.

"Yeah?"

"I promised to stay with you and I will." Lucien said. "You will need to face this lie and look at it right in the eye. It will be painful and it will shock you beyond what you have lived so far."

Mundy's breath accelerated. His body was tense as he started to measure the seriousness of Lucien's words. 

"I will not be with you because you have to do this alone. But I will be nearby."

"Lu', you're startin' to scare me…"

"I will be nearby but…"

"But what?"

"But I will understand if you don't want to talk to me for a while, if looking at me hurts because I have overstepped the mark and did something wrong to you, again." 

"Lu', don't talk nonsense, I love you too much for that."

"Mundy…" Lucien headbutted Mundy's chest softly and buried himself there. "In my defense, please understand that since the day Maurice told me the truth, I have been unable to sleep soundly, I felt like I was lying to you and God knows that I never want that to happen again. It pained me so much that… I sometimes even found it hard to look at you in the eye because each time I did, I would hear a voice in my head screaming that I was lying to you. It was unbearable!" Lucien clawed Mundy's jumper on his chest. 

"Whatever it is, it's gonna be fine and I won't be mad at you. Don't find excuses like this. I… I'm sure that if you lied, you had good reasons to, eh?" Mundy cupped Lucien's face and made him look up. "Ok?"

"Non. I was just too cowardly to tell you the truth, and too afraid of your reaction." Lucien answered sadly. "And now I am ashamed." 

"Luv', there's no harm done, ok? I love you way too much to hold a grudge or anything." 

"You say that now, but tomorrow shall test your love for me brutally." 

Mundy hugged Lucien again. 

"Whatever it is, we've fought worse." The Aussie said. "We've fought worse and we made it. Every bloody time, however hard it was, we made it together. Now I don't know what you've been hiding from me and why you're so terrified of my reaction when I'll find it out. But I can't afford to lose you, not again. I know how hard it is to be without you. So don't worry, I won't let go of you." 

"I fear that you might reconsider everything tomorrow." 

"Don't. There's nothin' in the world that'll change the fact that I need you in my life." 

"So do I, mon amour, so do I…" 

Lucien closed his eyes and clung to Mundy. That hug lasted for minutes and to the Frenchman, it almost seemed as though it would be the last.

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A Night to Remember

Summary: After downing many shots of whiskey, the boys and Y/N find themselves having fun with a “teenage game”. Yep, Sam, Dean, and Cas get to play truth or dare. Square filled: Crossdressing Pairing: Dean x Reader; if you squint, you’ll find slightly implied Sam x Reader and Dean x Castiel Word count: 1,482 Warnings: implied smut, mentions of kinks, masturbation and threesome, goofy TFW A/N: this was written for @spntfwbingo​​. Hope you enjoy it.

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After many shots of whiskey and some of tequila — which only you drank —, you, your boyfriend Dean, Sam, and Cas were laughing at every and anything as you sat around the map table. Friday night and you all just decided to let loose and get drunk.

“Okay, okay,” you gushed between giggles as the three of them tried to calm down after one of Cas’ jokes. “I think we should play truth or dare.”

“Y/N-“ Sam started but you quickly interrupted him.

“C’mon, Sammy,” you whined. “It’ll be fun!”

“I’m with Y/N on that,” Dean added, patting your thigh.

“So who wants to start?” none of them answered. “Alrighty, I’ll go,” you rolled your eyes. “Sammy, truth or dare?

“Truth.”

“Which one of us do you think has the worst fashion sense?”

“Cas,” he giggled. Castiel stared at him, clearly offended. “C’mon man, you wear the same clothes every day.”

The room filled with laughter.

“Alright, my turn,” Cas leaned on the table. “Dean, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“When was the last time you peed in bed?”

“I have never peed in bed,” he exclaimed. Wide jade eyes staring back at the angel. Sam scoffed a laugh. “What are you laughing at? It’s true.”

“No, it isn’t. You were twelve, man. At least that’s the last time I saw you wake up on a wet mattress.”

“That wasn’t pee, Sammy,” a smirk appearing on Dean’s lips.

“Of course it was,” Sam gave his brother his best bitch face. “It smelled like pee, Dean.”

“Okay, okay,” he grumbled with a roll of his eyes. “But don’t you ever tell this to anyone,” he pointed his finger to each of you. “Y/N, truth or dare?”

“Since you boys are too coward to pick dare, I’ll do it,” you snapped. “Dare me, Winchester,” you winked at him, trying to give him a sensual look, but making a total fool of yourself.

“I dare you, sweetheart, to have a teaspoon of ghost pepper,” he wiggled his brows at you.

“Okay,” you tried to sound natural as a shiver ran down your spine.

He ran to the kitchen and got back with a generous teaspoon of ghost pepper and a glass of milk. You frowned. Why did he bring you a glass of milk instead of water?

“Water only spreads the heat. Milk helps,” he said as if he was able to read your mind. “Alright, open up.”

Once the pepper hit your tastebuds, your whole body was on fire. Sweat broke on your forehead. Grimacing, you swallowed it all. Dean removed the spoon from your mouth, trying his best not to laugh or he would find himself in some serious trouble.

“Gosh, this is horrible,” you managed to say as you reached for the glass of milk, chugging it down. “Whoa this actually works.”

And the game moved on.

“So Cas, say something dirty to the person in front of you,” Sam challenged Cas.

“Dean, I think you’d look really nice on my angel blade,” Cas said in all seriousness while he narrowed his eyes at the hunter.

You and Sam completely lost it. You were almost knocked out of your chair. Sam was laughing hysterically and could barely catch his breath. Cas’ line was golden and Dean’s reaction was priceless. His eyes were totally wide and his eyebrows were shot up and his mouth had an “o” shape. He did not expect that. Neither of you did.

“Cas, you’re awesome,” you managed to say between giggles as you fanned at yourself. Happy tears were prickling in your eyes. “Alright. Sam, truth or dare?”

“Truth,”

“Do you have any kinks, Samuel?” you wiggled your brows. An asymmetric grin making its way to your lips. “If you do, then share with us.” Sam sighed.

“I do actually,” he shrugged. “Bondage, voyeurism, and edging.”

“Didn’t need to know that,” Dean muttered, taking a swig of his beer.

“Not gonna lie, those are some of my favorites too,” you winked.

The game went on and Dean found himself with four ice cubes inside his boxers after his brother dared him. Cas let you draw a dick on his flushed cheek, so now every time you looked at him, you couldn’t keep a straight face. Eventually, the boys figured out that once your mom caught you masturbating, and apparently Sam’s top three turn-ons were: playing with his hair, wearing red and striptease. Dean now doesn’t want you to wear anything read near Sam.

“Which of us would you like to kiss, sweetheart?” Dean asked you.

“You, of course,” you pecked his lips. “See, just did that.”

“Aside from me,”

“I’d kiss any of them, but I’m gonna go with Sam. ‘Cause then I’ll be able to say I’ve had a taste of both Winchester’s.”

“Is that on your bucket list or something?” Sam asked.

“It can be if you want to.” you winked.

“Dean, what’s a secret you’ve never told Y/N?” Cas asked and your boyfriend cursed under his breath.

“Now that’s interesting.”

“I’ve had a threesome once,” he admitted, taking in the look on your face. “Twice actually,” his hand came up to rub the back of his neck. The tip of his ears turning into a bright shade of red.

“Hmm, that’s sounds like fun. Maybe we should try that sometime, huh?” you winked, a smirk appearing on your lips.

“Nah, I wouldn’t share you with anyone,” he wrapped his arm around you, tugging you to him and kissing the side of your head.

“Now Y/N,” Sam exclaimed, still figuring what dare he could make up for you. “Let us look through your phone for 2 minutes.”

You shrugged, unlocking your phone and handing it to them.

“No one’s gonna look her photos. That’s a no-zone.” Dean announced, making his way to his brother and best friend as they searched through your phone.

They made fun of your texts and your taste for game apps. You’d certainly hear for a long time them mocking you for being on level 474 of Candy Crush. Argh, guilty pleasures…

It was getting really late and you were growing tired. You all decided to go for one last round and call it a night.

“Dean,” Sam started. “You and Y/N are crossdressing.”

“Why do you have to drag me into this?”

“C’mon Y/N/N, it’ll be fun,” he tried to convince you.

You and Dean headed to your shared bedroom. You knew exactly which of his clothes you were going to pick for you. But for him? Dean’s a big guy so your clothes would be a little tight on him.

“Alright, are you guys ready for a show?” you yelled across the hallway. You and Dean were out of the boys’ sight.

You walked down the hall as if you were modeling for Victoria’s Secrets. Except you were on Dean’s denim shorts and his white tank top under his unbuttoned blue flower shirt. To make it even more glamorous, you added his sunglasses and his beige summer hat that covered your messy bun and his gigantic flip-flops.

“So how do I look, boys?” you stopped in front of them. A hand on your hips as you spun for them to have a full glance at your outfit.

“You look awesome, Y/N,” Sam said. “But I have a feeling that two Y/N would fit in there.”

You chuckled.

“Dean, come out, honey,” you called for him.

Dean started to walk down the hall with his head held high. He was feeling as he was a famous top model right now.

The boys completely lost it when they saw him wearing your gray pencil skirt that was a little higher up on his thighs. His bowlegs in full display. He wore a buttoned white shirt that clung too tight to his broad chest. The buttons barely keeping it together. Unfortunately, your pantsuit didn't fit him, so he put on his own FBI suit. You handed him your reading glasses. His plump lips held a vibrant red lipstick. To make him look even better, you had him put on a long, wavy black wig.

“Argh, she’s gorgeous,” you sighed, trying to keep from laughing as he winked at you.

Dean spun for you to see his whole outfit.

“Ah, this is horrible and hilarious at the same time,” Sam chuckled, pulling his phone out to snap as many pictures as he could of his brother.

You joined Dean in front of the camera. Striking many silly poses. Dean still tried not to make any crude movements that could tear your skirt apart.

The sound of your mixed waves of laughter and giggles filled the war room. All four of you were having so much fun that you managed to forget what was going on outside these walls. You were having fun with your boyfriend and your friends. And God knows how much you all needed that. After you all recover from the pain in the ass hangover tomorrow will bring, you could dig into another case. But for now, you just need to enjoy your time as a family.

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[aisling-beatha]

Words are for children [SFW]

A standalone story #4

The Walking Dead | Merle Dixon X Reader

Warning: Swearing

The Dixon brothers and you were inseparable. You were just a few years older than Daryl, but it always seemed like you were their little sister. For as long as you could remember the three of you, you always had each other’s back. Merle used to stand up for you in school when older boys tried to make fool of you, then Daryl used to miss his classes only to walk you safely home and you would always make up for them than your neighbors or Daryl’s teachers got particularly suspicious of his or Merle’s activities. Every once in a while the brothers would climb a tree next to your house to get into your room unnoticed. Well, firstly it was only Merle. Then, Daryl grew up and carried on with his brother’s routine. You didn’t really know how it all had happened and why, in the first place, but there you were, friends with the famous Dixon brothers.

When the outbreak started you stuck together, making your away out of the city. Merle and Daryl were skilled enough to hunt and orient themselves in the woods and there were no other people you’d trust your life to but them. Then, the quarry group happened. Merle and Daryl wouldn’t be themselves if they didn’t want to rob those poor people and leave for the greater good. But you insisted on staying.

“Power in numbers,” you said, folding your arms and eyeing both of them.

They fought but eventually gave in, huffing and puffing. And that’s when the real problems began. Not like you didn’t know Merle’s or Daryl’s temper but it was literally impossible to make them nice to anyone in the group. Merle was making comments about every single woman in the quarry, bossing around, getting on everyone’s nerves, and Daryl was… Daryl was his usual himself. He glared everyone down, scowling and sneering whenever anyone tried to approach him. You didn’t expect him or Merle to greet everyone out there with open arms and hearts, but, damn, if they could at least try.

Soon enough though you had to do something about the brothers because them giving no shit about anyone else but themselves and, well, you, was simply disrespectful, keeping in mind that those people let you join them despite boys’ behavior. Your nerves failed you when Andrea told Shane (loud enough for you to hear) that she no longer could stand the three of you, especially “that damned pervert” around. And that’s when you couldn’t take it any longer.

“Hey! Watch your language!” you snapped at her. “Merle might be an asshole but he ain’t a rapist. He never laid a hand on a woman without her say-so. And he sure as hell never left anyone behind which is exactly what you’re trying to do!”

Andrea’s eyes went from you to Merle behind you, who froze in place mouth open, staring at your back. “He’s rough, but he and Daryl are what keeps you, people, alive, so goddamn respect that!”

“Why you’re trying so hard? Aren’t you… Aren’t you scared of them?” she asked cautiously.

“They’re the only family I left,” you shook your head, voice stern but no longer angry. “No longer gonna let anyone take that from me.”

“And what happens if they decide to take advantage of you?”

“Then that’s gonna be my fucking problem, not yours,” your hard eyes met hers. “And I’m gonna deal with that myself.”

And that’s how it went. You stayed. Merle talked to you the same evening in the tent the three of you shared.

“Hey, Bunny?”

The nickname he had given you when you had been in school stuck with you even in your adult life. You were so used to it that it almost felt like home.

“Ya didn’t hafta do tha’ today” he mumbled, looking for your eyes.

“Of course, I did” you grumbled, untying your boots, not really looking at him.

“Nah, could’ve handled that m’self.”

“Yeah, sure,” you scoffed.

Arguing with Merle was as pointless as trying to catch a bird with a shovel. The man had the most stubborn ass you ever heard of.

Merle was lying on his back, hands under his head, when he eyed you carefully. He had one of those expressions on his face that you couldn’t particularly read.

“Why ain’t ya scared?”

His question caught you off guard as you stopped fidgeting with the buttons on your shirt. You looked over Daryl looking for some kind of explanation but he lowered his eyes, pretending to be extremely interested in a particularly green spot on the ground. You knew that expression of the younger brother too well. Whatever it was, it made Daryl annoyed and insecure, and you hated seeing him like that.

“Da fuck?”

“Wha’? The bitch had a point. Don’t know how ya still put up with us” Merle shrugged trying to look indifferent.

“Don’t you dare, Dixon!” you growled, clicking your fingers to catch his attention. “You ain’t never laid a hand on me, neither did Daryl,” you nodded toward him, receiving a small nod of his in response. “We’ve been together for ages. Don’t you start that shit again.” You shoved his shoulder hard enough to prove your point.

“Whateva ya say, sweetheart,” Merle grinned, lifting his hands in surrender. He turned on his side, facing you, but before he could grab your hands, you took a step back, eyeing him seriously.

“I’m not scared of you. But you gotta stop it, Merle. I don’t want to lose you or Daryl just because you can’t shut your mouth.”

The man sobered up, sharing a long look with his brother before he nodded. “Ain’t gonna promise ya nothing but ‘m gonna try.”

*** Everything was going too fast and you barely had time to reflect on whatever was going on. When the CDC building blew up, you felt both of Dixons covering your body with theirs. The impact-wave was too strong and you were too close, so even being buried under the men’s bodies you could feel the wave of heat burning your skin. You wondered how the brothers could stand the same heat burning their backs and arms. Neither of them complained and it made you feel weak. After all, you were supposed to take care of them too.

Then on the road, you could have and you most certainly would have died if it wasn’t for them. Leaving the Greene farm with Merle on his bike, you were clutching into his shirt, holding for dear life, praying to whatever God to keep the three of you and the others alive. Daryl made it out on the truck, following suit. The brothers didn’t let you go after that night. One of them was always by your side, keeping an eye on you, watching. The three of you were like an anchor to each other, keeping the other two from falling to pieces.

It was so much like it was before. The three of you against the world. Well, against the dead now. And you weren’t exactly alone. The group slowly got used to one another, creating strong and lasting relationship. You became friends with all of them. And truth to be told, it simply couldn’t have turned the other way. Back on the road, you had to have each other’s backs more than once. It was «one for all and all for one” kind of shit. And you couldn’t be happier than you found the prison. Except, well, Merle.

He couldn’t get used to people around him, which was understandable. Dixon had a temper. The man deserved some credit, he was trying, but it turned out not to be enough. He was scaring the shit out of most of the group, let alone having constant trust issues. Everyone expected him to come swinging a rifle one day, frightening or, worse, killing people. It hurt you too. You tried to prove people wrong but what was the point if Merle did exactly the opposite, starting another heated fight over and over again. The man was under no control. Daryl, luckily, turned out to be okay. He got himself close bonds with Rick and Glenn and no longer looked like a beaten dog, thrown out on the street. The man was socializing, which made you feel proud of him. Daryl was more reserved than his brother, but he wasn’t as rough. And you’d be damned if you didn’t feel happy for him. Finally, your friend was finding his place in the world. Daryl was no longer a boy but a man. Not like you ever treated him differently anyway.

Those changes didn’t mean you drifting apart from one another. You were still stuck together but giving the other one enough freedom to be on their own. And that’s what Merle seemed to love the most, once the group had arrived at the prison. Being alone. He became rougher, snapping at you with and without a particular reason, still glaring everyone down, and scowling. You knew the symptoms. He distanced himself and it was on you to bring him back.

During the dinner time, you’d join him out in the open, sitting in the bed of his truck, silent for most of the time. Not like he minded or anything. But you could practically see the wheels turning in his head. You could feel it.

“Stop it, Merle. You’re thinking too loudly” you snorted, nudging him.

But despite your trying to ease the air, the man would remain tensed up. He was like a wild animal, trapped in the corner, ready to fight to the death. It was painful to watch him and neither you nor Daryl could make him open up. Weeks later, though, he showed up in your cell (it was the closest to the porch where the brothers slept).

“Bunny?”

And you talked. Well, Merle was talking while you were listening to him. The man talked non-stop about everything and nothing at the same time as if he needed the moment like a dying man needs air. He was trouble. That’s what he told you. Not only the place made the darkest memories of his life come flooding back but the people were judging. Again. It just became too much to bear. He was a damn mystery to himself, and he felt like he had let both his brother and you down. Which couldn’t be any farther from the truth. Merle saved you. How could you ever ask for more?

When you brought him to sit next to you among the others at the dining table for the first time, everyone fell quiet. Merle stiffened, jaw tight, glaring at everyone with hatred as if he expected the worst. You hand on his hip, and a tight nod was all that kept him away from storming off of the room. But slowly, minute by minute, the conversations were back, everyone acted like nothing was off. Though, you could still feel Merle tensing up under you soothing touch, side-glancing you every once in a while. But he was trying.

“He ain’t gonna change,” you were telling Rick later. “Unless you change the way you treat him. Merle and Daryl had a tough life, they saw shit. More than you could think of. They had shitty past but that don’t mean they’re bad people. Look at me, Rick. I’m alive because they were there, with me. Because Merle was there for me. You may not know how hard it is for him, but I do. Man, he’s trying. So why don’t you try too?”

It took another few months for your people (as you referred them to) to find common ground with the Dixon, and for Merle, well, to gain some trust. He was doing his best, learning to actually communicate instead of fighting. Even Andrea, who was the first in line, demanding to send him off, started to tolerate him. Slowly but surely the man in front of you was changing.

*** Merle opened the gates letting the car in, before closing them back before any walkers could find their way in. Georgian sun had disappeared a long time ago, the days turned out to be grayer with every passing week. The prison was short on supplies, which required another group of four going out that morning. He stole the last glance at the forest, hoping his little brother would be smart enough to find his way back before the rain when he heard crying from the prison yard. Glenn was leaning on both Maggie’s and Tyreese’s shoulders, barely moving his legs. The three of them looked like they’d been through a blood bath or something.

Merle’s eyes frantically looked for you. You weren’t in the car, and something in the look of those three made his heart fall to his stomach.

“Where’s she?” he growled, looking from one to another. “Where’s she?!”

“Th-there was a…” Maggie started but Merle’s roar made her close her eyes as she tried to suppress her sobbing.

“Ain’t giving a shit wha’ happen’. Asked where’s she?!”

“There was a damn herd coming at us! She got separated. We tried to look for her but there were too many of them,” Glenn blurted out, voice becoming quieter with every word until it was no louder than a whisper. “I’m sorry, man.”

His heart stopped. Merle stood there, frozen in place, running his hands up and down his face, trying to shake it all off. Maggie’s cries became muffled when she pressed her face into Glenn’s chest. Though Merle thought his ears were stuffed.

He made his way to Glenn, barely holding himself from killing the damn kid. Instead, he came closer, his eyes never leaving the car behind the trio.

“Give me that gun!” he barked out.

Glenn was probably too shocked by a sudden change in man’s demeanor to react on time. But it was too late when Merle yanked the gun from the holster, shoving it behind his waistband, turning on his heels only to make his way back to the car.

“Merle!” someone shouted at him, but he’d be dead if he cared. His blood was boiling, resonating somewhere in his head, making his vision blurry. Or maybe it wasn’t just the pain.

Someone shouted about his bike, that was faster or something, but Merle was too occupied turning the old Nissan around, pushing the gas pedal to the ground, making his way to the gates. At that point, he wouldn’t really care if he rammed the gates.

At some point, he heard Glenn’s voice giving him the route. But the only thing that was going through his mind was that no way would he stop.

***

He hit the brakes so hard that the deafening whizzes of the wheels could probably be heard miles away. Not like he cared, again. Merle looked around, paying no attention to the walkers wandering nearby. He was looking for a mall, you had to be in when the herd had caught up with your group. It took him another five long and agonizing minutes to find it. The herd must have gone through, as there was no single soul, dead or alive.

For the second time in a day, Merle felt like suffocating on his own air. His heart was beating so fast, it was ready to explode in his chest.

The man made his way to the blockage at the end of the hall. It seemed that the beams had collapsed on the stairs, that couldn’t withstand the pressure. The bodies of the dead were scattered all over the floor, smeared and crushed by the fittings, some of them were still hissing and banging their rotten teeth, their dead eyes looking into the void.

A huge hole in the floor gaped in the middle of the room. Merle had to go to the very edge and squat down to see the remains of the bearing walls and the horde buried beneath them. His eyes fluttered restlessly over the ruins of what was left when his gaze accidentally caught hold of a painfully familiar shirt. He had given you this shirt on one of the cold nights, and he didn’t dare to take it back. Something was about seeing you wear it every day.

Merle jumped down, at the last minute thinking that he wouldn’t be of any use if he broke his limbs on these ruins. As soon as he came closer, even greater fear seized him, forcing him to freeze in place. A mixture of blood, rot, skin, and clothes covered your body and a soft growl from somewhere below iced his skin. It took him too much time to overcome the fear that sat somewhere under the ribs to climb down.

“Y/N?”

The growl didn’t stop, but something stirred under a pile of bodies. The walker lying on top plopped down on his side with a muffled clatter. Merle seemed to be doused with cold water. Your hands were covered with a layer of dirt, and your clothes were soaked in blood.

“Mer-Merle?”

Your voice, your gentle, but at the same time strong voice, which he so loved to listen to, was now no louder than a whisper. You opened your eyes with obvious difficulty, which inexorably started to ache from the dust that got into them. Pain fettered the body. You tried to turn your head to the sound of a familiar voice, fearing that that was just another game of your mind. However, rustling and chaotic curses proved the opposite. After a couple of seconds, Merle's face appeared in your field of vision. You called him again, feeling your body seizing with a tremendous tremor.

“Merle!” you cried, feeling hot tears burning your skin when the man placed his hand on the side of your face. He was kneeling down beside you, eyes wide in shock.

“Y/N… Shit, girl. Ya hurt? Ya better tell me ‘s not yer blood…” he mumbled, and you caught a hint of unhidden panic in his voice.

“No. it’s not. I-I had to cut it open so that they wouldn’t find me” you motioned to the walker next to you.

“Shit,” Merle cursed again. “Can ya stand up?”

You had to close your eyes and bite your lip, so as not to scream when you tried to rise, leaning on your forearms. A sharp pain pierced the spine, which immediately went to the numb arms and legs.

"I ... I don’t know. I tried to hide from the horde when the concrete flew down. I don’t remember what happened then, but I woke up here with walkers around. I must have fallen on my back ..." you sighed unevenly, trying to catch Merle’s eyes. “Don’t… Don’t leave me, please. God, Merle, just don’t leave me here.”

You were crying not really registering anything around when Merle started shushing you down. His hands went to grab your face, making you look at him. You stared in his ocean eyes, your own eyes red from both crying and soreness at the same time.

Merle wasn’t smiling, wasn’t talking, he just looked back at you, before whispering. You couldn’t remember his voice so soft and uneven, as he leaned closer to you, whispering, never looking away. “I’m sorry. Fuck, girl…”

Merle stood up, but only to grab you by your shoulders and stick his hands under your knees. He intended to bring you back no matter what it cost him. But he wasn’t ready for your painful moan escaping your lips when he lifted you from the concrete slab. You grabbed his broad shoulders, nails digging into the skin. It took Merle himself a minute to calm his frantically beating heart and suppress the urge to scream at the hopeless feeling in his heart. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he simply had no choice.

His every step was sending flashes of pain throughout your body. Merle saw the pain settle in your facial features. You were on the edge. The pain was so unbearable that you were afraid to lose consciousness at any second. The man’s hands pressed your body to his chest more and more, and he never stopped whispering. At some point, one his careless movement made you cry out from the renewed pain, and you had to press your face into his shoulder to at least somehow muffle your cry. There were still walkers in the building, and by the way Merle quickened his pace, you realized that some of them got too close. The two of you were vulnerable now. And Merle wouldn’t be able to shoot unless… Unless he dropped you to the ground.

“Merle,” you pleaded quietly, looking behind him. “Get out, I-I’m… I’m slowing you down.”

Another low growl was his answer. He stopped for a second but only to have a better hold of you. “Ain’t happening.”

When he finally made it back to the car, your body felt too numb and too small in his arms. Your eyes were closed.

“Shit, girl, come on now. Open yer eyes, sugar.”

Merle carefully laid you on the back seats, starting the car, looking behind every once in a while. He hated that though but damn if he was glad that you’d passed out. The ride back home was rough and he tried his best not to go too fast so you wouldn’t fall from the seat but at the same time trying to get the two of you back to the prison as soon as possible.

The onset of the storm only worsened the situation. Behind the impenetrable darkness of the road, Merle can hardly see the holes. The probability of flying into a ditch was too great. The downpour began, mercilessly eroding gravel; small rubble flew into the windshield. Merle, no matter how much he was afraid for your life, was glad that you hadn’t seen this whole nightmare.

He only made it back hours later, and you still hadn’t opened your eyes. Merle was standing in the yard when Rick and Daryl took your pale, almost lifeless body from him. The rain was mercilessly beating in his face, but he didn’t care. He heard his brother calling him in but his voice seemed too distant. Strong gusts of wind carried raindrops in his eyes, and his clothes were wet to the skin. But then again, not that he cared. He was still standing; his eyes fixed in the dark sky above his head, and in his head was your voice, again and again, the voice full of pain and despair. His hands were covered in blood, and for some reason, the realization that this same blood was on your body hit him in the chest.

Merle closed his eyes, letting the heavy raindrops wash away all the anxiety and dull pain under his ribs. And a thunderstorm lit the western part of the sky.

*** You walked down the stairs leading outside the building, breathing in the frosty air. The prison yard was covered with a thin layer of snow that was glistering in the sunset light. Rainy days changed to cool late-autumn days, the weather finally giving in.

You shivered under the blow of wind creeping under your sweater and readjusted the tight bandages under your chest. You looked about, sneaking from the stairs, heading to the lonely figure at the fence.

“Whatcha doin’ here, Bunny? You’s gonna catch a cold.”

Merle must have heard you by the snow crunching under your boots. He turned to meet you with a deep frown. You smiled uncertainly in response, leaning on the nearest wall to ease the pulling feeling in your tailbone. Herschel performed a real medical miracle, practically pulling you out of the other world. The impact of falling onto the concrete was too strong. You were incredibly lucky to stay not only alive but also with normally functioning limbs. Damaged caused by such a fall could not only lead to numerous fractures, but also paralysis.

“I won’t. Just needed some air,” you murmured, breathing in the fresh air.

“Hershel’s been keeping me locked inside for over a month now, I’m getting sick of those walls.”

The man’s eyes remained just as cold as he turned away from you, looking into the distance.

“Ya catch a draft and that back of yours ain’t gonna heal.”

Merle turned his back on you. There was something in his pose that made you nervous. For over a month, he was cold to you, getting away by a few words and grunts, which made him look a lot like Daryl. But if the latter spent more and more time with you while you were literally bedridden, talking about hunting and supply runs into the city, then Merle limited himself to visiting you in the morning, asking about your well-being and disappearing for the rest of the day. The rest of the group soon helped you to catch up to what was going on by telling that the elder Dixon was not his own self when he had returned with your body in his arms. He shut off. His ocean eyes suddenly turned gray and dull, as if on that fateful day for you a piece of himself died. There was an emptiness, devouring him from the inside

“Hershel said I’ll be able to get to work in less than two weeks,” you said out loud, hoping that Merle would hear you.

Before you managed to somehow react, the man was there. His hard eyes met yours, and perhaps for the first time in all the time you had known each other, you saw cruelty in them. Cruelty and pain.

“Like hell you are!” he snapped, leaning closer, making you gasp. “Ya ain’t doing shit without me!”

You quietly called his name, but Merle didn’t seem to hear you. He seemed to be in some kind of trance, almost in a comatose state. He jerked back violently when your palm fell on his chest, pressing gently where his heart was beating. His eyes softened a little, and Merle dropped his head helplessly on your shoulder. His hands clung to the wall behind you, and for a second it seemed that you could distinctly hear the thud of a blow when his fists connected with the surface.

“Gotta take care of ma woman,” he mumbled.

“Is that what I am?” you asked softly, pressing him tightly into you, looking in front of you.

“Huh?”

“Your woman?”

Merle moved away, shifting awkwardly, looking away. You saw him biting his lip hard, looking away before he finally looked back at you. He lifted your chin with his index finger and cupped you face, watching you nuzzle into his touch.

“Listen, sugar. I know I ain’t a good man fer… Don’t –“ He cut you off when you tried to protest. “ – Listen. I know I ain’t a man ya deserve. Shit, girl. Ya’ve been putting up with our crap longer than I dare to remember and I ain’t never thanked ya. I’s no good fer ya, never been. But I know I’m better with ya around. Ya make me a better man. ‘s what they say, ya know…” he trailed off, looking away. “And I… I can’t promise ya nothing, sweetheart, but I wanna try to be a better man fer ya. If ya let me…”

He watched your eyes fix on him, before you leaned forward, pressing your forehead to his and closed your eyes.

“Dixon…”

He didn’t dare to move closer, feeling himself go numb. Merle closed his eyes, breathing in slowly, letting the heat radiating from your body engulf him. All the anxiety penned up for the past month finally found its way out as he let himself be absolutely honest and vulnerable in front of you.

“Had I known that shit would make you open up, would have gone missing sooner.” You soft chuckle actually made the man in front of you blush.

“Ya know it better, sugar,” he mumbled. ”Ain’t good with ‘em words.”

“Words are for children, Merle.” You moved away, looking into his eyes for the last time, before turning and heading back to the prison. He followed you with a worried look, not knowing how to read your reaction.

“You gonna stay there and freeze your ass off? Come on, Dixon, take my hand,” you snorted at him.

A stupid smile crept across his face as he stared at the hand you held out to him. Well, now, he definitely was going to try harder. He’d just got a reason to.

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My Virgin (Revisited), Chapter 7 - The Messages Series

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By @thestarkerisobvious​ and @starker-stories​​

New chapters in the series post every Thursday.

Well, guys, here we are. At the end of My Virgin (Revisited), Book 4. Next Thursday we begin with The Cold, Book 5, where we find out what it was that Peter had to talk about, but, like he said in Tomorrow, "not yet." It's finally "yet".

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We're still sticking to the "every Thursday" posting schedule. The Cold is 7 chapters long and is complete and starts posting on Thursday, April 9, 2020. See you there and then.

The entire Messages Series.  All links are to AO3.

Messages Unsent  (complete & posted)

Nothing More Than A Machine  (complete & posted)

Tomorrow  (complete & posted)

My Virgin (Revisited)  (complete & posted)

The Cold  (completely written) posts every Thursday  

Untitled Book 6  ( in progress )

Untitled Book 7  ( in progress )

Tags: Sexual Roleplay, Virginity Kink, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Kissing, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, A teeny weeny bit of plot for the next book hinted at, Happy Ending, Happy Sex

Chapter 7:   The Seven Deadly Sins

They were laying side by side, the sweat cooling from their bodies in the dark room. Peter lay on one of Tony’s convenient towels, holding his lover by one hand. After all that touching Peter felt drunk… no, not drunk… over-satiated. A half-hour before he had been clinging to Tony, desperate for that skin-to-skin. Now he pulled away from Tony’s arms, recovering.

They lay very close to each other, not touching. Peter played idly with his lover’s fingers. They talked about everything and nothing, about his senses-dialing, and what it was like to be dialed up and dialed down. About Peter’s real first time and how this had been different. About playing the game again, and what to call it. About how it could be played differently, what other forms it could take. Soon the conversation drifted aimlessly. About the social construct of ‘virginity’. About what was considered a virtue, and what wasn’t, but should be. From there they began to list their comparative sins.

“Do they have a separate deadly sin for wanting to take your virginity?” Tony teased. “For wanting to be your first and only? Wait. That’s Lust, obviously. Pride, I guess because there’s more than a little bit of,” he chuckled, “‘if you’ve had me, I’ve ruined you for anyone else’.”

“True. I’m not sure if it’s Pride to simply be stating facts.”

Tony laughed. “It’s still Pride to be proud of that fact. Greed, because I’m possessive as fuck, and you knew it and still wanted to be in my bed.”

Peter laughed quietly. “It’s not like you could share me, that’s not a virtue. What you’re calling Greed might just be ‘being faithful’ so I’m not sure that counts either.”

Tony shook his head once. “When you’d ruin any other person who interfered, it crosses over faithful into Greed.” He paused, trying to count his sins. There were so many more than the Church counted, but they were limiting themselves, thankfully, to the seven. “I’m missing some. I know I must have the whole collection. Damn. What are the Seven Deadly Sins? Should’ve paid more attention in catechism class.”

Tony stared at the ceiling as if the answer was written there. “Vanity? I’m kind of well known as the king of ego. Wrath? You haven’t seen that one baby, but if anyone but me ever touched you, they’d certainly see it. “Sloth?” He snorted. “My seventy-two hour work binges kinda kill that one. Envy? Nah. No one else has anything that I want,” he said, running his finger along Peter’s arm. “Damn. Only got five out of seven. Gonna have to sleep in more and find something I want that someone else has.” He paused for quite awhile. “Envy. Because…” Tony hesitated. “I don’t want anyone else to be that ground you cling to. If there was anyone… That’s Envy. Six out of seven,” he amended.

“But you, my sweet innocent Peter Parker, I think we’ll have to look up the Seven Heavenly Virtues for you. Because you don’t have any of the sins.”

“Pride,” Peter said quietly, looking into Tony’s eyes. “No, I mean it. Look at me. I asked you to do... this,” he said, gesturing to their two bodies. He couldn’t think of a better word to describe the incredible thing that had just happened to him. “To play this game with me. And in the middle, what did I do? I decided to argue with you about being your virgin. ‘If it gets in the way of doing what you enjoy… something something’. I forget the quote. But my pride almost got in my way tonight, so that makes it a sin.

“And Lust… I definitely get Lust.”

“Okay but you have the virtue of Kindness to offset one of those. I don’t. And you get… um… okay not Chastity,” Tony said with a giggle. “Patience. You get Patience. You put up with me.”

“No, there is no ‘Virtues offset’. That’s not… not for this one. This one is way too big to get an offset.”

He reached out with tender fingers and lay them against Tony’s lips. He looked toward Tony’s shoulder, his usual place for confessions, and decided against it.

“Tell me, wicked boy, why do you get Lust? I corrupted you.”

“Because so much of those unsent messages were my own fault,” Peter said very quietly.

“No, I’ve been thinking about it. I mean, that six-week stretch that we were apart, that dry spell, that wasn’t entirely your fault. Okay, you could have said ‘no’ to some SI business, but Avenger business is Avenger business. This is the life we chose. But what happened up until that dry spell, that was on me. That was Lust.

“Think about it. The two times we met at the Plaza. We didn’t have much time, and you offered to talk. You said we needed to catch up. You’ve always asked me about school. But all I could do was look at the clock. That’s why I insisted we ‘talk naked’. And once naked, well…”

“Once naked, I started kissing you as I recall. Lust is mine. Not sharing.”

“And being a good kisser is a virtue, not a vice,” Peter said grinning.

“Okay… I kissed you but… you’re right! You pushed me on my back and climbed on top of me. You completely seduced me. You held me down,” Tony smiled at the memory of how Peter’s strong hands felt on his shoulders. There were so many ways that what he felt about Peter were wrong. That was another. Knowing that he would never hurt him. Even when he was as angry as he’d ever been, he held all that strength back because of who he was with. Because he wasn’t a dorm room wall. That was a fuckin’ rush.

“But then you flipped me over and pinned me,” Peter said. “ And claimed you were going to use your tie to bind my wrists… but I begged you not to because I was afraid I would ruin it…”

Tony hadn’t thought of tying Peter up until he saw the four poster bed in the suite, then he couldn’t get it out of his mind. It wasn’t that Peter objected to the idea of being tied up, but he objected quite firmly to being tied up with Tony’s tie. No matter how much he tried to convince Peter that the tie was near worthless, chosen only for its color and was probably the cheapest piece of silk in his closet. It was an impulse purchase and he’d only spent two fifty on it. Peter’s eyes went wide and he insisted even more that he didn’t want to ruin something so expensive, because he was certain he’d tear it, if not break the beautiful bed — which Tony could easily pay the hotel for. Instead, Peter had an alternate suggestion to save both clothing and furniture. Tony let Peter roll them again and Peter climbed on top.

Watching Peter ride him? That was always a very lustful thing to do.

“I’m gonna have to share Lust dammit!”

“I’m sorry if it hurts your Pride,” Peter grinned.

Then his smile fell as he remembered.

“And you do. I get Lust. Because at the Waldorf? I have no excuse. I spent a week promising myself I would talk to you about the things that were bothering me. Promised myself sex could wait. Tony, I was telling myself we were going to talk about it as I was walking in the lobby.” He sighed. “Oh god, But then I saw you there, standing in your Zegna suit and all my self-control went right out the window..

“And don’t you see? I made sure we stayed naked the entire time, if you remember. I didn’t even let us get dressed to eat. We stayed naked right up until you left.

“Then Happy drove me back and I spent entire drive being bitter that we had only had sex for twelve hours and never talked. Told myself you were treating me like a… whatever.”

“Like an escort?”

Peter’s eyes closed. “Exactly. And I’d like to think I never would have said that to you out loud, I keep telling myself that. But really I only had myself to blame. So I get Lust. You’ll just have to share that one.”

“But I get the rest of the sins. You lose Chastity for Lust, I’ll grant you that. But being shy about being a virgin hardly counts as Pride.”

“It is Pride. It wasn’t ‘shy’. I was willing to admit my lack of experience to someone else, maybe, I mean I had no problem admitting it to the friends I fooled around with. It was no big deal to make a list of things we had and hadn’t done when we were all just experimenting anyway. But admit it to you? My idol and long-term crush and mentor? Admit it to Iron Man? Nope. Never gonna happen.”

“Still not Pride. You admitted it to people who didn’t matter. That’s not pride, that’s love, baby,” Tony said tenderly. “It’s hard to admit things to people you love. To show them your less than perfect side. Not pride. Heart.”

“Tony, that makes it worse, not better. Lying to the man I was in love with — nope. You lose this argument. I was too proud to admit to things in front of Tony Stark, Sex God. Anyway you might be right but I’m far too proud to concede the point,” Peter said with a grin.

“I will grant you Pride,” Tony said, thinking of the many long discussions — arguments — they’d had over the issues of class and money. “But not for that. Not for that at all. Thought I might take you out and see about getting you that beautiful watch I was looking at.”

“Do I get dishonesty? Is that one of them?” Peter said, changing the subject quickly. It was an easy cover, though. His eyes were drifting closed now, and he was beginning to recognize the signs of being too tired to go to bed. If he didn’t get into the shower soon he wouldn’t get there at all.

“Nope. Lying, dishonesty, prevarication are all venial sins. Still going to heaven as long as you confess.”

“Confess… who whom? Damn, this Catholic shit is confusing.”

“It’s easy. You get down on your knees in front of an older man and…,” Tony grinned, “make your confession.”

Peter grinned too. “Too tired,” he said, then he pointedly looked down in between Tony’s legs. “But Lust might win out over that one. And you neeeeeeever let me do that… that is criminal. That should be a deadly sin.”

“Not true! I let you go down on me. Even let you…” Tony took Peter’s hand and put it on his arc reactor, “taste me.”

“And you taste like a piece of heaven…” Peter whispered gently, moving in for a kiss. He knew he was the only one who had ever touched Tony there intimately. Because the world was apparently full of insane people who had no appreciation for tech and who were also blind.

“And I let you do it more than once.”

“And I remember every single time I’ve tasted you,” Peter whispered against Tony’s lips before laying back. “And I can count them on one hand… wait, okay I need two. Six times, Tony. Only six. That is a sin. Oh! Greed! That means I get Greed too.”

“Nope. There is NO WAY you get Greed. Wanting more sex is still Lust….”

“I want more Tony.” Peter grumbled even as his eyes began to close. “Greed.”

“…So you only get Lust and Pride still.”

“Too tired to argue. So there’s Sloth.”

“Dammit I’m going for all seven, Parker. Lust can’t win out over Sloth. We’re both tired. We just fucked. Still Lust and not Sloth.”

“Okay. Can you make a robot that will bring the shower to us so we don’t have to get up?”

“We can sleep messy. That’s DEFINITELY Sloth.”

Peter giggled, completely scandalized at the idea of not showering after sex. But he giggled with his eyes closed. Sleep was closing in.

“Besides, I like the way the bed smells when it smells of you and sex, Lust boy,” Tony said, rolling over to spoon Peter’s back. He kissed Peter behind the ear. “So, what dishonesty do you have weighing on your conscience? Can’t get to heaven with that.”

“I’m in heaven now,” Peter murmured, realizing he could go to sleep, just like this. It had to be some great scandal, sleeping without a shower, but in the arms of Tony Stark surely scandal was to be expected?

Then he realized he should probably answer Tony’s question.

“Oh, I never lied to you about anything big. But… you asked me how I was. And I said ‘fine’. Those last three times we saw each other before the six week dry spell. And I wasn’t fine. I wanted to talk to you about how I felt, but I kept quiet. I was pretending… dammit... it’s hard to tell while pretending everything is good, being brave when it’s just a lie. But I know it was a lie, because if I had talked to you, even once? About how I felt? I never would have sat on the rooftop texting messages into the void.

“And that’s Pride, again. Being so goddamn proud of myself for being honest, and saying what I mean. But I really just let things fester until I thought I was ready to break up with you.”

“Nah. Still just lying. Still just venial. Motive for lies doesn’t matter. Only that you didn’t tell the truth, even in a text you deleted. You sinned in your mind.”

“I’d rather you sin in my mouth,” Peter complained, moving a fraction of an inch, pressing his backside against the object in question, the object of his greed. But he was too sleepy to do anything else.

“Besides I told you, I’m in heaven now. Don’t move and I can stay there.”

They talked a little bit more, mostly in whispers. Teased each other. Traded ‘I love yous’. Soon Tony was asleep.

But Peter wasn’t.

And soon it was clear why.

His eyes were too tired to keep open, but every time they closed Peter found himself in an unfamiliar, uncomfortable place. A jewelry store of some kind, probably Tiffany’s. Letting Tony buy him a watch.

A watch that might cost as much as a car. Or even a semester’s tuition.

And every time he found himself there he jerked himself away. Jerked himself awake.

Pride.

Tony had hit on an uncomfortable truth. ‘I am in this picture and I don’t like it’, his tired brain protested. And it was true. Peter Parker was too proud to let Tony buy him a watch. Too proud to even go look at it. Tony was convinced that it was a working-class thing. Peter had him convinced.

Peter felt his lower lip tremble a bit, felt the tears threaten to come. He told himself it was just exhaustion. Physical exhaustion from making love to a man who could dial his sense up to eleven and then keep dialing. Emotional exhaustion from the past days that had seemed to go on for months on end. Spiritual exhaustion from having his whole life turned upside down, nearly losing his balance in that world completely, and having it all set right again.

Because Tony had apologized.

And that was good, wasn’t it? Didn’t Tony have a lot to apologize for?

“Pride,” Peter whispered against the bed, wet with his own tears.

Peter was a proud man, and the great injustice of it was, the same people who would say it to Tony’s face would never condemn it in Peter. But Peter was hurting Tony with his Pride. The Pride of a young kid who didn’t want to be taken into a place where he was helplessly ignorant, and laughably so. A place where he was embarrassed. A place where he was stupid.

Which made no sense, of course. If Tony took him into a nanotech lab tomorrow where he could identify exactly nothing, Peter would be enchanted. Being slammed with a massive amount of information he didn’t previously know was usually a dream come true. And Tony had done that before, introduced him to tech that his own instructors had never heard of, thrown him headfirst into a pool of endless, and utterly new, toys.

And there, Peter swam like a fish.

But this? This threat of going to that place for ‘that watch I was looking at’. That ‘watch’ that cost multiple figures. Laying in a case in a jewelry store among other watches worth astronomical amounts of money. In that place Peter would be like a fish climbing a tree.

Or like a fish in the Plaza, where he found himself thrilled at the idea of being tied to a bedpost and fucked into oblivion, only to humiliate himself by thinking Tony’s ‘only two fifty’ tie was a $2.50 tie.

“I get Pride,” he whispered into the bed, waiting for the tears to fall.

This was ridiculous. Peter had just experienced the best sex of his life, was he really going to cry himself to sleep? Stupid. Tony really had ‘broken’ him. That first night he had gone to Tony’s bed certain that the man couldn’t physically hurt him. He was the unbreakable superhero, had Tony really broken him tonight? Obviously. He was broken now.

He shook his head (as best he could against the mattress, as best he could without waking up Tony) and ordered himself to sleep.

Okay, so he had a problem. Okay, it was a doozy. And like all problems, he was going to come up with a plan to solve it.

All by himself, of course.

Pride demanded it.

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2 of 10

on the second day of ficmas admin gave me another fic no one asked for with two writing prompts. 

prompt two: “Hey, want to help me get my parents off my ass about not having a date?” and  “So… what are your plans for New Year’s?”

jules and percy but make it modern? 

Percy Weasley x Jubilee Brinks 

Percy was working furiously at his desk. The time was ticking away as he worked at his desk. He was more upset that anything with his mom on his back constantly about the family holiday party and how he was the only one who was going to be alone. Frankly, it was preposterous and a terrible homecoming every holiday. He didn’t want to hear it again this year. 

  “Maybe I just don’t go home for the holidays.” he mused. 

His cubical mate and work best friend leaned over and looked at him. Her eyebrow quirked. 

  “Excuse me Percy but what did you say?” she asked. 

  “Oh, um, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about me Jubliee, sorry to bother you.” 

  “It’s no bother really, I was just curious as to what you said. You sounded rather, distressed,” she responded, pushing away from her desk. 

  “It’s just, okay, well, not to unload too much at once while we're at work, but, my mom has like seven kids and she keeps pestering me about coming home with someone,” he admitted. 

Jubilee’s eyes scanned the room around them. She moved closer to the ginger and looked at him closer. Percy jumped back a bit. 

  “Yes, Jubilee?” 

  “You’re single?” she asked looking him over. 

  “Are you surprised?” 

  “Yes,” she replied. 

Percy squinted at Jubilee and wasn’t backing down. Her eyes were fierce, fiercer than Percy has ever seen. She was looking him down. Percy’s wheels were turning. Jubilee had backed off and away back to her desk. Percy reached out to her again to tip her shoulder. 

  “Mhm, Percy?” 

  “Hey, want to help me get my parents off my ass about not having a date?” he asked, a hopeful look on his face. 

  “I love messing with parents. When do you need me?” 

  “I’ll get back to you for sure, but I believe that the family Christmas party is next Saturday.” 

  “How am I dressing? Making your siblings wonder how you scored that or comfy casual that your mom is gonna love?” she asked never looking up from her work.

  “Comfy casual, mum makes sweaters for us. I have mine already, but she can whip one up for you in two days if I tell her now.” 

Jubilee snickered and nodded. 

  “Sure, I’ll help you then Percy. Just tell me when.” 

Percy nodded and sent off a text message to his mother that he would bring someone along this year. 

mum: You cannot possibly be bringing Oliver again this year to get us off your back. That simply will not work again young man. 

me: if you must know, no i am not bringing oliver. its a girl. her name is jubilee. 

Percy ignored the messages coming from his mother. Jubliee could hear his phone buzzing ridiculously on his desk. She looked at him but he ignored it even more. He felt his ears heat up. 

  “I’m sure she’ll have a sweater done by next Saturday for you,” Percy responded offhandedly. 

Jubilee snorted and got up anyway. She went to file papers away while Percy still worked. Oliver popped up behind the wall and she nearly shouted. Oliver smirked at her and winked. 

  “How’s my favorite non-Brit?” he asked. 

  “You have literally been sleeping with my twin for like four months? I am not your favorite non-Brit,” Jubilee replied looking up from her work. 

 “Nah, he’s not as fun to mess with like you are. He just plays along and is basically putty in my hand because of how he’s un-” Oliver started. 

  “Enough. Good God, enough please no. Don’t tell me about my brother like that gross.” 

Oliver smirked and pushed Jubilee away. She went back to her desk and Oliver watched her walk off, he couldn’t help but notice how she and her twin walked similarly. It was endearing to him none the less. Jubilee walked back to her desk and flopped. 

  “Oliver and Jamison dating was such a mistake.” 

  “Jamison is your twin?” Percy asked. 

  “Jamison is my twin yeah,” Jubilee replied nodding pulling on her jacket. 

Percy puffed out a bit of laughter and leaned back in his chair. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and looked over and Jubilee. Her profile gave way to a furrowed brow as if she was deep in thought. Her legs were tossed over each other and she looked to be thinking deeply. It was endearing in its own right. Had she always been like this? 

  “Percy, could you read over this for me?” she asked, handing the manuscript over not looking at him just handing it off. 

Percy just took it still watching her. Jubilee placed another manuscript on her desk and she rubbed her eyes. She stretched her neck and placed her glasses on her face. 

Percy snapped his thoughts away and looked down at the manuscript. This needed to get edited by the end of the week. 

This week passed as did the next and it was the next Friday. Jubilee walked into work wearing a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Percy nearly did a double-take. It was casual Friday but Jubilee still looked so well put together. She scanned her ID badge and walked in. Percy found himself watching her: the way her hair bounced in the messy bun, how she pulled her sleeves over her hands while she waited for the coffee pot, just the essence of her. She looked at him and waved, Percy came to and waved back. He was staring and he knew it. Jubliee walked up to their desk but was intercepted by Oliver. 

  “You’re going to Christmas at the Weasley’s?” he asked. 

  “To get Percy’s parent’s off his back yeah,” she replied sipping her coffee. 

  “Have fun they’ll get attached to you.” 

Jubilee snuffed and didn’t head the warning. The day bleared by and the pair found themselves at Percy’s childhood home. Before walking up the driveway Percy pulled her aside and quickly whispered, 

  “I’m sorry for this in advance.” 

Jubilee looked at him but didn’t head the warning. Percy pulled open the front door to be greeted by Percy’s own set of twins. 

  “Ah hello, Fred and George. Do please move so I can come in.” Percy smiled. 

  “Now, now Percival, not before you introduce us to your girlfriend.” 

Jubilee popped up behind Percy and extended her arm behind his back. 

  “Hello, I’m Jubilee or Jules pleas-ahh.” 

Jubilee was pulled into the bright warm home. It smelled of apples and ciders. There was a quiet murmur filling the halls. One of the twins pulled Jubilee through the halls to the living room. Jubilee was thrust into the living room where all conversation stopped. Jubilee could hear the angry clicking of Percy’s heels. 

  “Attention, attention here is Percy’s allusive girlfriend. Jubliee, Jules for short.” one twin introduced. 

  “Hi, I’m Jules.” she waved pulling at her skirt. She was wearing a dress with a Peter Pan collar. 

A small, stout woman stood up as Percy rushed into the room and pulled Jules into a bone-crushing hug. She pulled back and observed Jules before hugging her again. Percy tried to get in between his mother and friend. He wasn’t quick enough. 

  “I have something for you two to put on everyone else has their’s on already and I want to get you together in a photograph and with your siblings. Oh, Jules, I’m Molly by the way.” 

Percy nodded and pulled Jubilee to sit with him on the oversized armchair for two if they squeezed. Surly the closest these two have been. Molly went to the tree and pulled out two packages. She handed them to Percy and Jubilee who opened them quickly. Percy pulled out a sweater and matching mittens with a huge golden P on it. 

  “I didn’t know your name so I just made you a pain one. I’m sorry.” 

  “Oh no, Mrs. Molly this is enough,” Jubilee replied. 

  “Oh please dear, call me Molly that is enough.” 

Jubilee nodded and pulled on the sweater. Percy slipped on his and Molly snapped a photo of the two. 

Percy and Jubilee actually got along very well throughout the night. They shared drinks and laughs from their small spot on the armchair. Everyone was shocked by what was going on in front of them. Molly called them all for dinner. Percy got up and pulled Jubilee up to him and they walked to the kitchen. Everyone’s eyes snapped on them. Percy looked at his sister who was pointing to the doorway. 

  “Do not tell me.” Percy looks up and sure enough there the offended foliage, “No. I will not kiss Jules in front of you fools.” 

  “Come on, have a little fun for once in your life.” the twin Jules learned to be George called. 

Jubilee looked at Percy and he looked at her. Jubilee winked at him and grabbed him by his sweater and pulled him down to her level. She gave him a quick peck with the phrase, 

  “Live a little.” she winked. 

Percy looked at Jubilee and she went into the dining room. Percy watched her walk to an open spot by Percy’s sister. She looked her over. Percy sat across from Jules and hooked his ankle with hers. He didn’t look at her but she knew his face was flushed. 

  “So… what are your plans for New Year’s?” she asked. 

Percy coughed and everyone laughed and looked at him. 

hey send me things, please? 

[aweebwrites]

The Good Life

Cole snored as he slept like a log, exhausted after a hard day on the job. He was a construction site co-manager, in charge of building a new mall just two more out from their cozy suburb home. It was tough but a necessity. It was great finally having a day off which means he can sleep in all he wants…

“Pops. Hey dad!” A small figure climbed into bed, across the lump curled into his side on the right, making them groan. “Come on dad! Wake up!” Small hands smacked his cheeks and Cole groaned, peering an eye open.

“What is it Lloyd?” He mumbled, looking at the 8 year old with his blond bowl cut and big, bright green eyes.

“Daddy says it's your day to drive me to school.” He says with a grin, revealing a gap between his teeth from where he lost a canine tooth recently.

“No way. It's Jay's day…” Coke groaned, closing his eye again.

“Not so fast Cole. I dropped him off yesterday. Today's your day. You promised Zane too, remember?” Jay murmured from his left, peering a blue eye open then reaching up to ruffle their son's hair.

“Quit it pops!” Lloyd huffed, smacking his hand away from his hair. “Come on dad! If you sleep in, we're gonna be late!” He says, lifting Cole eyelid open to look at his brown eye then his green.

“Alright, alright already.” Cole groaned then picked him up off his chest as he sat up. “Where is your Daddy anyway?” He asked, setting him down so he could stretch and yawn.

“Making breakfast. He sent me to wake you up. It's pancake day!” Lloyd grinned then squirmed off the bed and running out of their room.

“Hmm? Pancakes?” Kai mumbled from Cole's right as he lifted his head, revealing a mop of brown hair.

“You heard the kid. Time to get up and out big guy.” Jay says as he sat up, wrapping his arms around Cole's thick, muscled one as he laid against his shoulder.

“I can hardly do that when you're clinging to me like that.” Cole says drily but pecked Jay's lips once he tilted his head up for one.

“I want sugar too.” Kai mumbled and Cole chuckled before leaning down and pressing a kiss to Kai's 5 o’clock shadow before pausing.

“Shouldn't you be at work by now?” Cole questioned and Kai only burrowed more into bed.

“Nah. Shade and I swapped shifts.” He mumbled into his pillow.

“Uh- didn't you say that was for next week? You know? The 15th? Today's the 8th.” Jay reminded, peering over at him.

Kai laid there for a moment.

“Oh fuck!” He yelled as he shot out of bed, rushing into the bathroom.

“That's $10 in the swear jar!” Cole called after him as Jay snickered into his shoulder.

“You've got somewhere to go too. I'm gonna see if I can get Zane to make chocolate chip pancakes.” Jay says, slipping out of bed and grabbing his robe along the way.

Cole watched him leave as he slipped it on before getting to his feet with a yawn, heading out to use their spare bathroom. So much for sleeping in...

Jay headed down the stairs then through the living room. He then paused at the kitchen entry to see Zane cleaning up Lloyd's face where blueberry stains lingered around his mouth and on his cheeks. He was even wearing one of the pink frilled aprons he loved so much. Today he was wearing the one Ki bought him that had red hearts in the design.

“Messy, aren't you. You're just like your fathers.” Zane says fondly, gently cleaning Lloyd's face. “There. Nice and clean.” He says, pulling back and cupping his cheek as he grinned at him.

It brought warmth into Jay's heart. He more than the rest of them had major doubts about taking on Lloyd so early into their relationship, when they didn't know what they were, what they would all become. But four years have passed since Lloyd's father died and three since their mentor, Lloyd's uncle followed. Lloyd was put in their care since his father's death since Mentor Wu was not only ill but was well into age. It was a tough time. None of them thought they had what it took to be parents. Zane never knew his mother and was orphaned at a young age. He was forced to face the memories, the emotions he felt towards his father to become the great parent he was today. They all had to. Jay was the only one with good experiences parent wise, even though he was adopted but he doubted himself. He was the goof who couldn't take anything serious after all.

They almost broke apart several times but then they would look to Lloyd, a child with no living family, a child who needed them and they pulled themselves together, worked through it. For him. Then for themselves. He was the best thing to happen to all of them. In fact, if it wasn't for their lovable, mischievous son, they would never had been together like this. Together and happy. While they all missed Garmadon and Wu, they would live on in their honor and take care of Lloyd. Not because they had to. But because they want to. He was theirs.

“How long do you plan on standing there?” Jay jolted to reality to find Zane inclining his head towards him as he flipped pancakes.

“I don't know. You and the squirt make a nice picture.” Jay says with a grin, walking in to wrap his arms around his waist, pressing a kiss against the back of his neck as he tipped.

“I’m not a squirt!” Lloyd huffed and both fathers looked over at his adorable pouting face. “Daddy says drinking milk helps bone grow so I drink lots everyday! I'm gonna become way taller than you are!” He says, sticking his tongue out at Jay.

“Ah but that's in the future. For now, you're a squirt.” Jay says, walking over to where he was seated around the kitchen island.

Lloyd huffed, looking away.

“Jay…” Zane sighed, placing a hand on his hip, looking at his lover in disappointment.

Jay only grinned back at him before turning to Lloyd.

“But you know, being a squirt isn't all that bad…” Jay hummed and Lloyd looked at him suspiciously.

He yelped once Jay swung him up off the chair and onto his shoulders.

“If you weren't a squirt, I couldn't do this!” Jay grinned, walking around the kitchen as Lloyd giggled, gripping his hair.

“No fooling around in the kitchen Jay.” Zane says fondly, returning his attention to breakfast.

“Aww…” Lloyd pouted as Jay set him down.

“You heard your mom- er, dad.” Jay says with a sheepish grin once Zane shot him a glare.

“No time to talk. Gotta go.” Kai says as he hastily swept into the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge while adjusting his security uniform.

He's currently a security guard at the museum in the city and while he found the museum itself utterly boring, some of his highschool friends worked there as security guards as well. Such as Shade, Paleman, Ash, Tox and Gravis. Gravis actually worked in the space exhibit but he's around often enough that they could always chat things up.

“The old man mixed up his shift.” Lloyd told Zane once the blond looked confused.

“I thought I told you not to call me that? I'm literally the second youngest one here!” Kai huffed, taking out his lunch Zane set overnight.

“Whatever you say old man.” Lloyd says, beaming once Zane set a stack of pancakes before him.

“Honestly.” Kai grumbled then zipped his bag up. “I've gotta go.” He says then kissed Lloyd's, Jay's then Zane's cheek, snatching a pancake as he all but ran out, only pausing to peck Cole's lips.

“He's something else, isn't he.” Cole says with a smirk as he walking into the kitchen, hearing the sound of a bike pull out outside.

“That he is.” Zane mused, setting down another stack for Jay and Cole then himself.

“Krux is a real jerk though. Hopefully the others covered for him or else Krux might put in a bad word and get him transferred. Again.” Jay says as he took the maple syrup away from Lloyd before he empties the entire bottle.

“Nah. Krux may not like the younger generation but he and Kai share a hated for technology. He won't let him go just to get someone else like his brother Acronix.” Cole says as he began to eat.

“I met them once when I tagged along for Lloyd's field trip to the museum a month ago. They... Weren't the most pleasant people.” Zane says, setting down a mug of coffee for Cole, a glass of orange juice for Jay and a glass of milk for Lloyd.

He smiled once he collected a kiss on the cheek from each of them (Lloyd insisted on kissing his unkissed cheek because of dad cooties) then sat down with his own cup of Jasmine tea.

“Anything exciting going on at work today Jay?” Zane asked to make conversation.

While Zane himself was a stay at home father through choice, he did also have a job, working as an online tech support for Borg Industries. The hours are flexible and Cyrus was a friend of them all through Pixal whom they befriended in college. Jay also worked in Borg Industries as apart of the engineering team. While Mr.Borg may have offered them both jobs as a friend, they also had the qualifications and skill necessary. They excelled at it.

“It's mostly classified but we're almost done with the prototype for the Borg hover car.” Jay says proudly.

“Oh? Good job.” Cole mumbled around his pancakes.

“Don't talk while eating dad.” Lloyd says, his own mouth full of pancakes.

“Look who's talking!” Cole says after swallowing.

“Guys, please.” Jay says and of course- his mouth was full too, making them all laugh.

All except Zane.

“Boys.” He says firmly, giving them all a scolding look and they became sheepish.

“Sorry.”

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“Shotgun!” Lloyd yelled and hopped into the front seat of their 3 year old BBV (Borg Beta V).

“You do realize there’s no-one else coming to take shotgun, right? And your booster seat is there for a reason… Right?” Cole says, amused as he slid in the driver’s seat.

“Shh. Let me dream dad.” Lloyd says, closing the door then buckling up.

“Dream away kiddo.” Cole says with a chuckle, buckling up as well.

“Seat belts! So we can be safe!” Lloyd yelled once he did and Cole huffed.

“That’s the point, yes.” He says then started the engine and pulled out of the driveway.

They waved at Jay and Zane standing by the door before driving off.

“We’re going on a trip-”

“Oh god Lloyd please. I don’t want to have that stuck in my head again…” Cole groaned, cutting him off.

“Alright.” Lloyd says and Cole glanced at him suspiciously.

There was silence.

“EVERYTHING IS AWESOME!!! EVERYTHING IS COOL WHEN YOU’RE PART OF THE TEAM! EVERYTHING IS AWESOME!!!” Lloyd sung at maximum volume and Cole would have smacked his face into the steering wheel if he didn’t value his and their son’s life.

“Well. If you can’t beat them, join them.” Cole shrugged.

“EVERYTHING IS AWESOME!!! WHEN YOU’RE LIVING OUT A DREAM!!!”

By the time they pulled up to Lloyd’s middle school, they were wheezing with laughter.

“Alright, alright. Fun’s over. Time for school.” Cole says once he caught his breath.

“Ok. See you later dad.” Lloyd says as he unbuckled himself then hopped out.

“See yah kiddo.” Cole says with a fond smile, handing him his lunch bag.

Lloyd took it with a grin then closed the door and ran off to meet up with his friends Brad and Gene. They were his bullies in the beginning of his first year here but let’s just say… Zane can be very scary when he’s pissed off. Now, they were tightly knit friends. Cole waited until they walked inside the school building before pulling out, returning home. By the time he returned, Jay was there, waiting for the car, somehow already dressed and ready for work in the short time he left.

“She’s all yours.” Cole says as he slipped out of the car, leaving the keys in.

“Thanks Rocky.” Jay says, pressing a kiss to his stubbled jaw before slipping into the car.

“Looks like it’s just you and me today, daddy.” Cole says with a wink.

“Ugh. Cole please.” Zane says with disgust, heading in as Jay pulled out.

Cole paused, rethinking his words before grimacing in disgust.

“Ok, not the best choice of words…” He says as he followed after him.

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Part 2

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(Tada! Here you are anon! I know there isn’t enough Kai and Lloyd dad time so no worries! I’m planning a part two for tomorrow! I hope you liked this part at least! Sorry for the lateness!)

[deniigi]

Confused anon and I found it!! I can now definitively say that one conversation is the 45th time MJ is typed and then the second conversation is typings 46-48. And now that I've found that, what thoughts/musings do you have/want to share about how Peter met Matt and when their meeting falls with respect to Pete and MJ. That was also a confusing question, sorry. But I love your writing!!

AHA.

I know what you’re talking about now. ITSV Matt and Peter’s relationship! (I was tripped up by trying to figure out which verse you were talking about, but I got it now!)

Right, so ITSV Matt (Little Red) is around 18 months older than Blondie, so they’re much closer in terms of age than other Matts and Peters, but they have reversed starting points.

Blondie became Spiderman way before Little Red became DD, so basically, Little Red starts out around 24ish as DD and runs into Blondie who’s been doing the vigilante thing for like, around 8 years by that point and so Blondie sees this new guy on the scene who’s kind of feral and very skittish and decides that they’re gonna be friends. Blondie sees Little Red, at first, as kind of a pet project–like trying to gain the trust of a stray cat. And about six months or so into this gradual trust exercise, Blondie and MJ break up after a rough patch. And that lasts about 2 years. So in that time in between, Blondie and Little Red grow pretty close, as people/friends, and start fooling around. It’s not serious until it is and about when Little Red works up the courage to ask for something a little more committed is when MJ comes back into the picture for Blondie. He makes the decision to go be with MJ and Little Red is hurt by that, like, really hurt, but does the typical Matt thing with smiling and saying, ‘no, no. that really is for the best. You absolutely should do that.’

Blondie feels really really bad about the whole thing and makes an effort to show Little Red that he is absolutely not being cut out of his life because of his and MJ’s marriage; his and Little Red’s relationship is on the mend when he gets tanked.

In Into the Multiverse, after Blondie comes back, he and Little Red kind of struggle to re-find their place with each other, trying to make a Team Red among themselves and Miles without being weird about it.

But straight up? Blondie still has major feelings there. And Little Red is still very hurt–relieved that Blondie is okay and totally willing to work with him, but hurt. Little Red has finally decided to try to move on by attempting to seduce his Foggy (I am actually calling this Foggy ‘Blue’ in my head atm, it is very cute) and Blue is starting to reciprocate and be charmed. He and Little Red have just started dancing around something a little more committed/stable around the time Blondie comes back, which is why MJ (all four, MJ, Blondie, Little Red, and Blue are friends, more or less) freaks out when she learns that Little Red is DD.

Anyways, I wrote a practice piece a while back, trying to sort through what ITSV Wade is gonna look like and in that, there is a lot of that tension between the many bodies involved here, so here’s a bit of that, below the cut.

I am very interested in this version of team red and the relationships here right now so this was great timing anon!

—-

Matt was pissed at him for havingmade him say words about emotions the day before and so refused to answer anyof Peter’s texts. But Peter had the day off and zero shame. He caught the trainto Hell’s Kitchen and opened the office door.

The place was the zoo it usuallywas, although this time, Karen the Blonde was sitting at the desk in the centerof it, directing people to chairs in front of offices.

Karen was unspeakably beautiful.Too beautiful. Peter smiled at her and said he was there to see Matt Murdockand she didn’t know his face and so told him to take a seat. Foggy came out afew minutes later to fetch his next client and his face went wide on seeingPeter.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked.

Karen behind him went stiff inrealization that she’d made a mistake.

“Not much, just waiting for ourfavorite problem child to have a minute to chat,” Peter said.

Foggy frowned at him.

“He’s not in,” he said, “Took ahalf day, said he wasn’t feeling well.”

Yeah, sure. Of course he was.

Karen apologized for themisunderstanding and Peter waved her off with a smile and a dull throb in thebottom of his heart. She didn’t mean to be upsetting Matt. And given that Fogsdidn’t seem too worried about anything, he certainly hadn’t talked to him aboutanything yet.

“Right, well. I’ll go see if he’sat home, then,” Peter said. He left.

Foggy caught him in the hallwaybefore he could hit the stairs.

“You okay, Peter?” he asked.

“Hmm? What, no, I’m fine. Why?”

“No, it’s just. Uh. Listen, I’msorry for going off on you the other day.”

Aw.

“It’s no problem, man,” he said,“Boundaries and all that.” Foggy’s smile flickered a little. Peter made surethat he saw him notice it.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“What? Oh, sure. Ah, you know.The usual. Matty’s been spending a lot of time out the last few weeks and I’mjust—well, you know.”

He did know.

“Has he been with you?”

Nope, but Peter had a feeling heknew who he was with now.

“I’ll go see if I can find him,”he said. Foggy was relieved, his forehead smoothed out a bit.

“Thank you.”

Uh-huh. Don’t mention it.

 –

Matt wasn’t back where thesniper’s nest had been, so Peter went and checked the other Wade’s junk-foodpoint. No one was there either. He then searched out the favorite haunts of theother versions of Murdock he’d encountered. It was getting dark when he finallypuffed out his cheeks and headed down south to Brooklyn to meet Miles. Twoheads, he thought. They needed two heads.

 —

Miles got on with Matt with acasual ease which Peter kind of envied. To be fair, those two spent more timetogether than he and Matt did these days. Matt was very concerned about Miles’sabysmal lack of fighting form and practice. He dragged the kid to half of theabandoned gyms in the city on the regular and put him through some thoroughlyunnecessary routines.

Miles, for his part, seemed toenjoy them. He also like to take the piss out of Matt when he could and Peterwas pleased to find that Matt accepted this more easily than he’d originallyaccepted Peter’s presence. They’d gotten there but it had taken some work.

Miles made a perfect sad facewhen Peter told him what was up. Then he declared that he’d find Matt, noproblem.

“I don’t doubt it,” Peter said.Miles squinted at him in suspicion.

 –

Two hours in and Peter was tryingto believe his own words.

“Maybe he went home?” Milesasked.

Maybe.

They headed south to check.

 –

No dice.

 –

Maybe Peter was fixating on this.Maybe Peter was more worried about this than necessary. Maybe Peter was stillfeeling a couple of feelings towards Matt.

He couldn’t help it, they werejust there.

“Why’re you so sad?” Miles asked.“Matt’s a ninja, he’ll be okay.”

Mmm. Okay was relative.

“You’re married, Peter.”

Fuck this kid. Peter didn’t needgremlin interference in his head. He already had anxiety interference in hishead.

“We’re just friends,” he said.

“Kay, so why’re you mad aboutKaren then?”

Dude, what? Who said he was madabout Karen?

“You keep making this face whenher name comes up.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yeah, you do. Are you jealous?”

Aigh. It always came back tothis, didn’t it.

“I’m not jealous,” he said. “I’mjust, I dunno, protective. Matt’s one of my people, now. I don’t like anyonewho hurts him. He’s already got enough people hurting him.”

Miles cocked his head and lookedout at the twinkling lights of the city.

“Maybe that’s why he likes DP,”he said. “He doesn’t worry about him. Probably makes him feel less guilty.”

That was.

Remarkably insightful.

He waited a second and then gaveMiles a playful shove.

“You’re a smart cookie, you knowthat?” he asked.

Miles shoved him back.

“Duh.”

 –

“Matthew.”

“Jesus, Pete. Wear a bell orsomething.”

He shouldn’t have to. Matt wassupposed to have superhearing.

“MJ’s out for a thing tonight.I’m lonely. Come eat garbage with me.”

Matt laughed and shrugged on hisjacket. Loosened his tie.

“Sorry, man. I’m booked.”

Peter made sure to put on hissour-puss face.

“Fogs?” he said.

“Nah.”

“Wade?”

Matt paused and then turned hishead in his direction and cocked it.

“What’s the matter with you?” heasked.

“Nothing. I’m just being nosy.”

“Why don’t you like DP? He hasn’tdone anything to you.”

“Oooooh, well. You know. He’s amurderer, for one. And—yeah, no. Mostly because he’s a murderer.”

Matt’s face was smooth while heconsidered him. Then he finished pulling on his coat.

“Not all of us are so squeakyclean, Pete,” he said.

“You guys fucking?”

“Peter.”

“I’m just askin’, man. I thoughtyou and Fogs—”

“Can we not?”

Peter was taken aback by thetone. He recoiled without meaning to and caught himself doing it. Made himselfstand up straight.

“Sorry,” he said.

“Whatever,” Matt grumbled. “I’mheaded out. I’ll catch you around.”

Peter watched him go. When thedoor closed and locked, he ducked back out of the window and clicked it shutfrom the outside. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like quiet Wade. He didn’tlike sad Matt. The only thing going for them right now was Miles’s seeminglyendless enthusiasm.

Shit was giving him heartburn.

[kaiju-z]

Seon Adventures Episode 18: Welcome To Crystalgate

Following the month long journey from Menum to Crystalgate, full of peryls and wonders, our daring heroes find ourselves taking shelter under the roof of the Crusty Challice Inn. A shady tavern of sorts.

Possibly a fitting moment for the party to roll for either Stealth or Sleight of Hand, because by the time we get rooms, Belli finds herself 40 gold coins short.

Apart of that unfortunate circumstance, the party generally have themselves a well earned sleep. Sort of. Now that I think about it, the baby, Rimefang and the animals have the best sleep, as the straw and wooden frames were hell for the sleepers.

Personal shenanigans aside, by morning time, once we’re together again, everyone agrees to get grub once they’re properly inside the city, as opposed the outskirts of the walls.

Once inside, the party admire the view of the different shapes and sizes of buildings and a variety of people coming and going, following their own path in life. Immediatelly their eyes go to the blue section of town, walled off from the rest, guards protecting it.

Approaching them, the 6 quickly learn from the half elven guard that this is where the people of importance generally live. The rich people district, as it were. Cluing the party in on one of the jobs they are to perform in town, a personal quest for Nelatha, the half-elven bard, whomst clearly was being sought out by dangerous people, if the dead messenger was anything to go by.

The Charisma Duo of Belli and Luctan persuade the woman that they are up to good work and are allowed by the two to walk on in. Prestidigitation is cast. As the party walk,  Belli shares a look with Amelia, regarding the lady guard, which makes the blue Air Genasi flustered from the notion and possibility.

Until everyone has to pop the breaks, since they didn’t know the exact directions for Nelatha’s house. A quick run back and forth by Amelia, with questions asked and directions pointed fixes this tragic fate from becoming all the more and it doesn’t take the Cultbusters much time to get to the premises of a mansion.

Not as immense in size to the Narrahs, but still a presentable height and width to it.  Shadowspire Mannor. Adress of one N. Braville. It’s a traditional manor house with fancy green stained windows. For the aesthetic.

Luctan approaches the door to knock. (Insert ooc conversation, where we joke how it would be funny, since Luctan’s carrying a baby, that this is him delivering a baby to Nel’s. “ You have just won a baby. Congratulations. I’m the stork. “)

Stepping at the rug, wind chime make sounds from his approach. Shuffling behind the door and the one, who comes to the door is a human woman with blonde hair and cheekbones strong enough to kill a man. Older woman, around Amelia’s height. Bags under her eyes.

Pretty soon introductions and explanations are made. This is Norra, mother of Nelatha, if the family resemblence wasn’t a hint enough.

We are welcomed inside as Amelia hands the letter due to mass confusion. “NEL! COME QUICK! WE’VE GOT GUESTS!”

This is definitely a shoes off house. And it reminds Ficus of his and Belli’s auntie.  The group are lead into the front room by the overwhelmed woman. Not exactly a sofa living room, but fancy chairs with high up backs certainly make a change to things. There are tables, as well as an ostentatuous fireplace in the corner.

Not even noticing the half-elven woman next to the flames, Mournimar sits in a non-heterosexual way in one of the chairs. Again,  Nel is sat at the fireplace. Looking not surprised, expectant, actually. We discuss how we got here. A wild ride, for sure.

Luctan nudges Amelia to approach the Half Elven Bard, regarding the letter. And Belli chimes in, as well.  “Give it to her.” Which only adds to the blue girl’s flustered demeanor. It becomes pretty obvious to the rest that Nel had been scrying on everyone’s favorite knee destroyer.

Said knee destroyer, who had passed the letter onto Nel’s mom, who was reading it elsewhere at this very moment. Yeah, the Letter was for Nel. Luctan checks with the mom, but the man rolls a 0, so nah, Insight check fail. (Luctan 0 count: 1)

Everyone proceeds to just reminisse, now that they were together again.  You and Ames should go on a date.” Belli states and  Nel almost chokes on her drink.

Nel’s mom walks in. “I beg your pardon?” And Belli comes up with the lie of a “friendship date”. -wink-

Pretty soon we end up having to introduce Ficus to nel and there is a recognition between the two. They had met in Sa Doma, under other names. The implications are almost the expected ones by the party.

Well.

Except for Luctan, who just winds up rolling another 0 on his Insight Check. (Luctan 0 count: 2) He was too distracted by the youngster in his arm nest to really notice.

Amelia: “This is fine.”

“Make yourselves at home!”, Norra speaks, before herself and Nel go to a room upstairs, for a moment, to discuss the letter and are soon followed by the Chaos Siblings (and baby), after Belli gets some of the truth out, that nothing that they suspected was the case.

Nel had tried to arrest Ficus a year prior, until she realized what his exact profession was.

While Burk finds some frozen grub for his baby dragon (”Yay, food!”) Ficus tries to make peace with Amelia, with the power of Bumpkin. But alas. As the saying goes  “Pussy doesn’t solve everything.”

Amelia ends up admiring the decour and paintings in the guest room, having hit the jackpot on baby pictures of Nel. Including one of a chubby baby Nel getting a bath. Of her and her mom growing up. All very nice and quaint. Candles around and stuff.

Luctan, distracted by the little one, again ends up rolling a 0. (Luctan 0 count: 3) and cannot exactly succeed on stealth. The elven child is just so enamoured with the tiefling’s hair.

There are hushed voices behind the door, where the Braville women speak.

As the kazoo Bard has a stand off with the baby, the Ranger and Fighter hear most of what gets spoken inside.

Nel wants Norah out of town, because of assassins growing bolder. But the older woman stands her ground, stubborn, like her daughter and refuses to leave so easily. They go back and forth on this subject for a while as they discuss the letter...

Until the subject of Amelia is brought up.

“You’re not gonna listen to me. The least you could do is answer a question. How long have you known the blue one?” Information is traded between them and the mother does consede a bit.  “Interesting, maybe you should go on a friendship date.”

Given the bad stealth roll by the one with the many pointy weapons and the conversation drawing to a close, everyone tries to make a sneaky escape. With everyone, but Luctan succeeding. Nel’s Insight check is too strong, at 32. (But the group totally fools her mother, okay?!)

After some shenanigans and a polite conversation about frozen foods for Rimefang, between Burk and Norra, everyone soon find themselves out of the blue District and down, across a bridge, to a place called “The Tabernax Inn” tavern. One of the many suggested places they could visit, along side such locations as:

“ Ebriosus’Corner”. in the South West. ( an underground place for the “adult life), smoking, passions and raves)

“Tiger’s inn”, the Vineyard.

“ Harper Street” for sweets.

But that doesn’t matter right now. The party are too hungry to go anywhere, but the inn and any attempts to investigate, while walking are quelled for Luctan as the baby is his immediate world to protect.

There are people konked out at tables, inside. A Dark skinned Halfling woman, behind the bar. Giving a look over to the back of her room. There seems to be confetti on the floor. On the stage area there seems to be a large, very tall lute. Bellli recognizes the design. An experimental instrument. A base!

She approaches the stage and is met by the halfling woman, whom she begs to play the instrument. 

With some help of Luctan being the hypeman for the famous Narrah, Belli gets her chance.

And with a 24 in her Performance, she rocks out like there’s no tomorrow.

Food is on the house. Well, not on the house. On Nel.

Over breakfast  the full Brittish breakfast, the group talk in honest about Nel’s problem, which she denies she needs aide with.  People caught wind of Nel’s location and she had to lay low. Simple as that.  She’s obviously Fine. In all senses of the word.

We discuss in more in detail about what went down since last they talked with Nelatha. How they parted ways with Samson, upon reaching town. About the drama in Sa Doma and the news hitting them of Gexum. Of their move to inspect the orb again and the further revelations within. 

Luctan explains the addition of the baby and the party’s physical condition, thanks to the Flurries along the way and the wizard, who had ambushed them at night.

Nel suggests orphanages and delivering the baby to be adopted, which brings Luctan to the thought of how he didn’t even consider writing down that part as a task in Crystalgate. Some reflection is had, while Mournimar gets some pointers to visit the blacksmith  Dellemak, who would give a discount, if the tiefling mentioned he was a friend of “Matilda”. She suggest he just not ask too many questions. Alternatively, for armor, the Darksbane Army’s camp holds a smith, under the  Darkest Nightsbane.

Burk is inquisitive about Nel and Nora’s names and after a few minutes of being coy, the half-elven bard assures him that their names are their names.

Once Belli gets seperated from the guitar, as it’s original performer returns from sleeping upstairs, a Firbolg named “Lauren”...

... she joins Mournimar, Morgan, Burk and Rimefang on a walk to Dellemak’s. All the while Luctan, under the suggestion of Nel, finds the party some work from the Crystalgate Dungeons, joined by Ficus.

Pretty soon, the party are together again.

Mournimar with a new nail bat, an armor in the works and Burk? For the first time since they’ve known him, the party see the Goblin minus his armor.

Once together again, Luctan gives the group the skinny on what they can do for Crystalgate, in exchange for money. Five seperate jobs. Each promissing? Many possibly connected to the same pattern.

1. “Knight Kelvin Mountainsteel wants a job to be done, but the qualifications for said job are quite uncertain. He specifically asks to vet the people, who are to do the job for him, before he can even decide to hire them.”

2.  “Ziaz, Teller of Tales, slain in the Silver District. Anyone with clues to report back and can get a reward.”

3. “ Dame Carzyre Venzyre Carnove Pitra, famous dancer. had called in an Issue of screaming from a nearby home, the local guards are too occupied with other work in this metropolis to answer.”

4. “Lord Arwen of Elevir, Member of the “Circle of Shaksban”, wants help with an issue of possible high powered mage. Needs qualified people, who can handle magic users, rather than the guards.”

5.  “ String of Murders in the Bronze District, details inside.”

Upon the mention of murders, Mournimar can’t help but think of his mother and hopes this isn’t related to her or the cult. Whether that is the case or not is yet to be discovered, alas.

What catches Belli’s attention is the third job. The one of Dame Pitra’s call for aide. Belli’s heard of the dancer before. About 27 years old, the performer was/is a Fire Genasi. A fire dancer, if you will.

Short term, the group agree on what to do from here, for the day at least.

Part one: Try and convince The Darksbane Army to help out at Lake Stren and prevent the shedding of blood, the rise of a mysterious creature from beneath.

Part two: Help the Dancer.

Part three: Investigate the Keemis medalion, back at the Temple of Keemis. A curiosity that had been bothering Luctan since they found the medalion amidst the remains of one of the Flurries.

As they finish their meals and are lead to the location of the DBA, something in the skies catches their attention.

A dot at first. Then a mass. Which takes the shape of a person flying at 100mph down towards the ground.

Belli prepares herself to cast something to prevent her faaaaaaaall... Until the tiefling, herself casts Feather Fall and makes a dramatic landing. Eye catching, both in the execution and in the appearance of the Executor.

A tiefling of purple skin, red make up and bright green eyes, the acrobatic feminine figure brings attention to herself all the more with rhyming and yeet of a bouquet~!

Ashen is her name and Mysticism is her game!

Having most of everyone around in awe, by this point, Ashen smiles, throws two cards towards them and onlookers, before smashing a small gasbomb into the ground, disappearing from sight.

Upon these cards, there are four simple words:

“ Voltani Mystique” and “Every dusk.”

The younger members of the group can’t help but hoot and holler in excitement at what they had just witnessed.

That was wonderful! STUPENDOUS! And how she flew!

Oh.

She flew.

Luctan pretty quickly goes in a near fetal position over the realization that he too could fly, with wings that is, and now couldn’t. He just sits there, much to the pity of his friends.

Until Amelia steps in. And, like a baller, casts Levitation upon the disguised tiefling man.

To say that this brings happiness to his soul is an understatement as, pretty soon, after the baby gets held safely by another, Luctan proceeds to dance. Twist, turn and spin. Flip and maneuver as though he was flying with his own will and skill. Showing what his maneuvers had been like before tragedy tipped those away from him.

There is so much joy, so much bliss in the performance that he even earns two silver coins out of it from onlookers.

And if not for that.

Then Luctan wouldn’t have seen the figure, eyeballing him from the back.

Luctan recognizes someone from the shadows. Someone, who used to work with his mom. His babysitter at some point. And this is weird since he’s not from around here.

‘Concern.’

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