#And there's a fic idea nudging hard at me there but it's still so blurry

[notsodailycake]

Part 3 for the fitclet I did for @keferon 's mecha pilot jazz au! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

For those who missed it:

Part 1 || Part 2

This is probably the longest out of all the 3 parts, dear god, I went all in. It came out bigger than I ever expected it to be. I was not expecting it to go this far honestly, but the parasites in me, they begged for more. So here we are! :D

Again tho, idk how in character they will be here, but I tried my best ＼(*T▽T*)／. Also, kinda bullshitted my way through in worldbuilding bc idk how things work exactly- and I had to come up with stuff on my own, even tho I'm not that good in mecha world stuff, so I'm sorry for any inaccuracies ^^;;

Now, to give credit to those who so desperately deserve it:

My sister @saltynsassy31 for helping me when I couldn't write out some of my ideas and doing it herself (so consider this as a bit of a frankenstein monster of both our writing styles, mainly during intense scenes. If there is any fancy words in this, it's cuz of her) and being my beta reader for this part. Seriously yall, this wouldn't have been as coherent and well written without her help!

Also huge thanks to my online sister @yayadrawsthingz for helping out when I hit a few road blocks during this!

And finally, a huge huge thanks to my honorary online uncle @hexyz09 for helping me finish off the final fight scene when I got stuck during some plot holes and road blocks, or generally just writing myself into a corner and having to help me leave it, despite not knowing jackshit about the au, let alone the ship and characters themselves, but was still willing to help me through in working on the plot, in this crazy obsession of mine XD

Yall have no idea how much help these guys were. Probably wouldn't be able to finish without either of their help ᕦ(òωóˇ)ᕤ

Oh and an honourable shoutout to the song "Headlock" by Imogen Heap! Kept listening to this on loop as it kept my drive up to write this.

Now onto the fic!

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Prowl ignored Jazz's various attemps to push out his servo from the cockpit. Despite the mech being weak himself, the human was still no match against thousands of pounds of metal, especially in his own weakened state.

Which was a matter of its own at the moment. Prowl knew he had very little time to be able to run ahead before the other humans caught on to them, having noticed the alarm bells ringing through the facility.

So he ran towards the exit Jazz had initially pointed out, the only plan they had at the moment.

...

"Prowl! Prowler, hey! I know you can hear me! Prowl!" Jazz shouted as he slammed yet another fist in a failed attempt to nudge the bot's servo out of the way. He hasn't said a word since picking Jazz up, and he wasn't sure how long that was, maybe not that much, but it felt too long yet too little at the same time (what a headache).

Sliding down, he gently hit his forehead over the protective servo and let out a sigh of defeat. No way he could get him to move like this.

Why was he trying to anyways? Didn't he want to be with Prowl? He certainly did, but somehow, something in him made him feel like he shouldn't just be accepting this.

And maybe Prowl also knew this, which is why he took off and hasn’t said a word since. Both held conflicted feelings about the whole thing. If only things didn't feel so blurry right now!

Suddenly, a hard shift made Jazz stumble a bit, grasping at whatever he could so he didn't fall back, loud noises of metal scrapping metal could be heard as something got kicked open on the outside. Jazz scrambled over to the small crevice that opened between Prowl's digits, not enough for him to fit anything over other than his hand, but enough to get a glimpse of what was happening outside.

Prowl had kicked down the exit door to the lab ('not like he had the hands available to properly open the damn thing anyways' Jazz thought to himself). It was meant for mechas to exit the room after they finish off whatever it is they do in here, that Jazz knew, and if he was right, just down the hall there will be another exit leading to the backroom where they stockpiled the mech suits. No one but the technicians were usually supposed be there, it would be an easy fight to get to the big gate that lead to the outside training grounds, which is why Jazz had pointed for the mech to go down there in the first place.

There shouldn't have been a problem besides giving him time to leave unscathed. Which Jazz assumed would not be the case as he was currently inside Prowl and not buying him time to escape. But, to Jazz's surprise, nothing had come close to attacking them, yet.

The pilot did not have much time to contemplate it as suddenly he heard Prowl rumble an annoyed grunt.

"Don't move."

In shock, Jazz stumbled back as Prowl removed his hand and reached for the end of the overhead gate, seemingly alot harder to kick down than a two way door. The only thing it would really do would be to bend the metal a bit but it wouldn't give an open entrance. Jazz didn't dare leave, not like he could from this hight, but even if he could, Prowl would probably just pick him up again; it be a waste of energy really (just admit it, you don't want to leave him). But something about this felt wrong, so far they haven't had a single guard come down the hall, just this small pause would give them enough time to catch up to the two runaways, Jazz was sure that guards had been on his tail when he was under his rampage.

Unless...

Wait.

"Prowl! Wait don't open that gate!" But he was too late, the moment he uttered those words the mech had already been in motion and pushed the gate up with all his might and as quickly as he opened it a gun shot came through the otherside. They had been waiting for them, they knew where they were heading. The bastard he kicked down prior to this probably saw them and reported it, dammit.

Prowl let out a strangled cry of pain as the shot landed right on his left shoulder (like it wasn't damaged enough by the lack of arm), Jazz fell backwards with the harsh motions, hitting the back of the pilot's seat, the impact leaving his vision to go dark for a few seconds before he collected himself as quickly as he could. In an instant though, just as he tried to get back up to see what was outside, Prowl had put his hand back over the open cockpit.

No...he wouldn't be able to fight like this, protecting him as he is would only hinder the bot to more damage. And that's exactly what Jazz intended to express to the other. "Prowl! You won't be able to fight with your hand over me! Forget about holding me inside, I won't leave, I promise!"

"That's not the point!" Prowl growled, letting out another hiss of pain as more shots were loaded, someone shouting out for them to stand down.

Prowl couldn't risk leaving Jazz exposed. Unlike the human, Prowl could take a few shots, their weapons not being strong enough to inflict any serious damage to his plating (though perhaps a bit to his exposed protoform, though he could handle it for a little while longer). But it would take one lucky shot on Jazz to have him dead in an instant, and Prowl couldn't take that chance.

It seemed like Jazz got the message, not spitting back any sort of remark about Prowl's lack of explanation.

But the mech couldn't linger too much on those thoughts, he had to get out, and fast. He was losing too much energon, and his vision was starting to get blurry, which wasn't a good sign. It didn't help that his thoughts were a hazy mess, his usual ability to think logically overthrown by the panic of needing to get out of this place while ensuring Jazz's survival.

It's not like he had much to do, though. Any possible escape hindered by the fact he couldn't use his weapons unless he risks Jazz's life to one lucky shot. Perhaps he could make a run for it, knock through the mechas in front of him and let them tumble over as he reached the final exit; it wasn’t the best plan perhaps, with at least a 19% rate of success, given he isn't in the best physical state at the moment, he probably wouldn't be strong enough to knock them over. Added to the fact the exit wasn't shut by a gate he could simply knock over easily either, like the previous one. He'd have to push it open from the bottom, and there wasn’t enough time for him to act on it.

But he'd have his back turned to the shots, reassuring Jazz's own safety, so he could perhaps risk removing his servo to push the gate open once more.

With a quick warning from his HUD telling him his energon levels were getting dangerously low, Prowl decided to take the risk, with little time left, he took a step forward making a run for it.

The mechas seemed to ready themselves for his attack, quickly positioning their weapons to target him, closing any narrow space they had between each other.

What they didn't expect was for the mech to charge his whole body weight onto them. Despite not feeling any pain, they certainly could not fight against gravity itself. They all stumbled against each other as Prowl made a mad dash to the gate. He slid on his knees and made a quick reach for the bottom of the gate, anxiously removing his hand from over the cockpit, bending over protectively as to not have anything be able to aim inside.

He could feel his spark beating fast from anxiety, they were so close, they'll be able to leave soon enough. Jazz was most certainly having a good feel to Prowl's anxious beat, the loud thruming reaching the bot's own audials was most certainly deafening to the human sitting near it.

Then, a shot.

A pop.

A blinding light.

And the beat stops.

Jazz was curling in on himself as an instinct to protect himself from the sudden burst behind him. It only took a few seconds for him to realise what that was once he couldn't hear a single beat of a spark, or the burning sensation it left, feeling his own heart stop and drop to his gut.

It felt like the world around him suddenly stopped, everything going into slow motion, with no sounds to accompany the dread. Feeling as Prowl's body leaned foward to crash on the ground.

But just as quickly as the silance came, it left. Prowl catching himself from hitting the ground with a grunt, a slam could be heard as his arm and elbow made contact with the concrete floor. His spark beating, weakly, but beating nonetheless. What felt like hours of silance was only a quick few seconds of deafening dread.

"Prowl!" Jazz called out in desperation, reaching out to hold the edges of the cockpit, so not to fall out, but to also try and comfort his anxiousness as he tried to look up at the mech's face. The mech made a sound of acknowledgement, which came out more like broken static, but didn't make much effort to move, his face scrunched up in pain, optics shut. They shot him on his back, too close to where his spark would be, causing him to skip a beat, and busting a bit of his left doorwing, but it still seemed to function somewhat.

Suddenly, both of them picked up on the sound of something opening, giving no time for either to fully process what had just occurred. Prowl made a quick move to get his hand over the cockpit once more (with slight struggle as he stumbled and fell on his aft) as a thick metal slab emerged from above and beneath, right in front of the gate, shutting it close with a protective layer of metal. Guessing by the red alarm ringing around them, an emergency protocol to keep anyone from leaving. Slag.

The mechas surrounded them, guns all aimed to shoot at the alien mech if he didn't comply.

It was silent for a brief moment, in exception to Prowl's anxious beating spark (which wasn't a problem for Jazz at the moment, the burning warmth being somewhat comforting) and Jazz's own heart beating over his ears. Both catching their breaths.

"There's no point in fighting. So make this easy for all of us and surrender yourselves." A nobody pilot finally spoke out, weapon leaning a tad closer than the others.

The atmosphere felt heavy, they were pinned down. Really, the only thing they could do was surrender, but Jazz would sure as hell be reprimanded for his actions and Prowl.....he didn’t want to think about that. No, he wouldn't even allow that thought to become any sort of reality.

"Prowl" he whispered, knowing only the mech would hear him, leaning a gentle souch to his servo as if to beg, "I know you might not have alot of trust 'n me, but this might be our best shot." There was a tense shift, not too noticeble unless you could see the mechanisms from the inside, Prowl knew what he was about to suggest. "You need to let me pilot you." He cringed as he felt the other's servo stiffen, he wasn't pleased with the idea, and neither was Jazz, but he knew this place alot better than Prowl did, and knew how to properly defeat the mechas, knowing their weak spots. And Prowl was all too aware of that too, Jazz knew it. They both were very aware of it all.

"Please," he begged, leaning his forehead on the mech's servo yet again, "I can't lose you again." There was slight shift, Jazz looked up, though he obviously couldn't see the mech's face, the sigh he let out was loud and clear. The controls on the pilot's seat shifted, Jazz got the message:

'Alright'

He couldn't help but let a small smirk creep over his face, making way to sit down and start piloting.

"Under one condition though," Prowl suddenly whispered to him, though it was alot louder to Jazz on the inside.

"And what would that be, partner?" The title flew out too fast for Jazz to stop himself, feeling so natural to call Prowl partner once more. The mech didn't seem against it though.

"No removing my hand."

Jazz was left stunned for a quick second, though it felt like a minute for Prowl as he waited for a reply eagerly.

"I can work with that." Prowl let out a sigh of relief at that, allowing the human, his partner, to take control of him again.

It took a moment for Jazz to adjust himself, in the meantime, the people waited outside anxiously for the other to make a move. When Prowl finally started to shift around to stand up with a small grunt, everyone raised their guns and loaded them up, but didn't shoot just yet. The mech looked up at them with a deadly glare, but made no move to attack, his remaining arm not leaving the open cockpit for a second, he simply stood up with a slight slump to his posture, doorwings drooping down slightly. In all possible ways, he looked weak and defeated, no signs of fighting back.

One of the mechas walked closer, gun still aiming at Prowl, but it was lowered slightly. They reached a hand out expectantly.

"The pilot, hand him over." They demanded, no sympathy whatsoever.

Prowl clutched his chasis, anger pooling over in his spark, doorwings twitching up slightly, but he made no move to attack. Not yet. He heard Jazz speak to him in a low tone so only he could hear it, with a sigh, he relaxed. He slowly, very slowly, drew out his hand from the cockpit, the action in itself having the other mecha have their body relax slightly as they approached the mech, weapon being put down slightly enough, and so did the others around them. Jackpot.

Before he fully removed his servo, the mech made move to crouch down and in a swift motion swung a peed over to the mechas own, catching them off balance and knocking them down. Jazz let out a small hiss to the action, forgetting his own injured leg, but pushed on regardless.

Using the thrusters of his doorwings, they were able to balance themselves back up, Prowl's servo going back into fully protecting it's pilot once more. With most weapons being aimed up and not down, it took a delayed second to aim correctly, but it was enough time for the human and cybertronian duo to twist themselves out of harms way.

Before the fallen pilot could attempt to get up, Jazz made move to aim over the weak spot of their mecha's knee and stepped hard enough to break its mechanisms so they couldn't stand back up easily. But the glory was short lived as more shots were fired their way.

Jazz's hand twitched to move and use its weapons, but he resisted the urge with a slight huff, "Man, 's hard to fight without an arm!"

"This is none negotiable, Jazz." Prowl hissed as they made move to avoid more shots.

"I know, I know! Don't mean it makes it easier!" Jazz tried to analyse their surroundings, though it was made difficult with the many HUD warnings from all the injuries (the pilot couldn't help but mutter a broken "I'm so sorry" to his partner, whether the mech heard him or not he wasn't sure), but pushing through it, he took note of a few key details. There was a metal catwalk grate near above the mechas' heads, running with a few on ground troops, the bastard of a boss being one of the few amongst them. Near a corner stood an elevator to go up and down the area.

How that could help, Jazz wasn't sure yet.

A shot hit Prowl's arm, pain flowed through the mech as he moved out of the way once more. Jazz looked around in a frenzy to find a place to shield themselves....the mechas! Making a run for to the lifeless husks, he swivelled around between them and hid behind the many rows of mechas knowing full well that they would not risk such precious resource and money just to reach them. At least he hoped not, because he just needed a little bit of time to figure something out.

Hearing the big man call out to hold their fire was good enough indication that his idea worked.

"Ok, now we just need somethin' to distract them long enough for us to make a jump to the ceiling." Jazz explained

"The ceiling?" Prowl inquired, not so certain about his partner's ability to properly think at the moment.

Jazz rolled his eyes, but didn't make mention of the mech's tone. "It's the weakest point here, plus" he made way for Prowl to look up to where he remembered the area to be at, "there's a trap door for flying mechas and emergencies. One quick press of a button will open it up, even under "safety protocols."" Prowl let out a hum in thought, seeming to analyse the situation.

"Possible, but where is this said button?"

"Behind the elevator, by the catwalk grating on top. There's a control panel, and one big red button, can't miss it."

"Would smashing it still get it to work?"

"Yes."

"Then I don't have any complaints."

"Good, now," Jazz went back to scanning the area, "how to cause a distraction?"

"Would that broken pipe be of any use?" Prowl made an effort to twitch his head over to the direction of what he wanted Jazz to see. And just as the mech stated, there, by the first floor of the elevator, stood a broken pipe, steam coming out of it.

Jazz smirked "it would actually. If we can get somethin' to shoot at it, we might cause an explosion, giving us time to jump up without being the target anymore."

"Sounds like a plan." Prowl shrugged.

"Don't have anything to add?" Jazz asked a bit surprised.

"No, I don't." The pilot didn't push.

"Okay. Well, let's get these bastards shootin." In quick motion, they made way to the elevator, already hearing the commands to shoot fire, 'but watch for the machines!' Weapons were loaded from above as well, shooting down at the two runaways once again.

Jazz made sure to move swiftly behind the mechas, making sure they were shielded properly. Any gaps they had to cross was a small risk they needed to take, scrapes and scratches being left in its wake, but tried not to do it too often, just enough that they could follow them. They eventually reached where the pipes were, Jazz took a deep breath.

"Ready, big guy?"

"Ready."

They stepped foward, making sure to call the attention towards where they were, but quickly retrieting back behind the mechas suits as they shot directly where they wanted to hit. "Bingo."

Quickly, activating Prowl's thrusters, they leaped over to the metal grates that stood above them as the pipes behind them burst, causing a huge commotion as empty mechas fell down and whatever machine near the crossfire tumbled down. Prowl let out a gasp as he felt the world around him spin, the grating beneath them not being of any help as it shook with his weight. Jazz was quick to hold on, helping the mech stablise himself before aiming with his left foot to kick the big red button with their ticket out of here, the motion causing his vision to flash in pain, but he bit his toung until he could taste iron and pushed forward.

Hearing the metal door above them open up, Jazz readied himself, but hesitated with the warning he'd received from Prowl's HUD from his low energon levels. He didn’t even get the chance to fully check on it though, Prowl quickly pushing them out of the way himself.

"I'll live, just one more push." The mech hastily reassured the human. Jazz wasn't inclined to belive it though, feeling the other's spark beat anxiously (and for some reason that made him feel slightly dizzy. Though he chalked it up to it being his possible concussion).

It took one shot to slip an inch away from Prowl's face for them to finally snap out of it and jump. One more push from his thrusters as they flew up through the trap door and landed on top of the roof with a grunt, the mech's left wing finally giving out.

But they weren’t in the clear yet. Looking out, a wasteland of a forest awaited them, with dense trees at the bottom.

"We'll have to make a jump for it. If we're lucky enough the trees will be big enough to hide us." Jazz supplied.

"45% of that happening. But we don't have much of another option at the moment." Prowl added

With all that being said, Jazz moved into action. With so much at stake, he had to, he couldn't waste another second in debating. Hefting Prowl up, he used all remaining strength to jump where they needed to go, but as the training grounds began to get closer than anticipated, Prowl knew they didn’t make the jump and that made the mech almost freeze.

Though Jazz had other plans, because as their impending flat doom approached in rapid speed, Prowl's remaining thruster burst to life and gave that final impusle they needed to reach the slope. They both braced themselves as they were thrown up and over to their intended destination, Prowl having half a mind to tighten his hold over his chest so none of the debris and impact could reach the fragile human still in his care.

They rolled down the slope, Prowl just barely being able to shift himself so that he was sliding on his back instead. The aggresive motion of going down a not so smooth path causing bigger cuts and slashes against his already damaged frame. But the only thing he could think of at the moment was that they made it.

Jazz was quick to let go of his control over Prowl, who in turn made an effort to sit properly. Though the sudden slamming to his servo made him look down worriedly, moving it slightly to see Jazz leaning on it desperately.

"Prowl-" he heaved, "Prowl put me down I'm feeling sick."

The mech panicked and quickly made move to help the human down, gently placing him on the grass below. Jazz made no effort in being graceful as he hurled over and puked his guts out, luckily avoiding Prowl in all of this.

Clutching his stomach in pain, his heaving and coughs agitating the injuries on his abdomen. Everything around him felt blurry and muffled as his body made sure to get everything he had eaten in the past day out of him.

What made him panic was the sudden taste of iron in his mouth as he coughed up whatever he had left inside. That's not good. And that definitely didn't escape the giant mech's notice, who kept a hovering servo near him.

"Jazz! Is that blood?!" His voice sounded so broken, static lacing over his words.

"Uh- Yeah. Yeah it is." He wasn't sure how to deny that really, and he felt too light-headed to try. But his attention diverted to the sudden pink glow that landed at the side of his vision.

Energon.

Quickly looking up, he finally got a glance at his partner's battered condition. Energon leaked from many different parts of his body, but the main source being from his missing arm. Jazz couldn't help but cringe at that.

But what hurt him the most to see was the weak light from the mech's optics, which still held visible concern on them. Despite being close to going into offline, he still looked at Jazz as if he's about the crumble into dust and leave him. Which he honestly, maybe, felt like. But seeing Prowl's optics flicker as they fought to stay online, Jazz panicked

"What 'bout you?!" He called back, catching the bot off guard. "You're losing too much energon! You look like you're about to go offline!"

Prowl cringed a little, not having anything to counter that. "Well that's because I-"

"No! I'm only a little bit dizzy, but I'll live. We need to patch you up right now!"

"I can help with that."

The new voice catches the duo off guard, Prowl immediately reaching out to Jazz, hand shielding the human from whoever that might be. Jazz looked down from where he was looking at Prowl and turned to see who it was that the voice came from.

There standing in front of them was a human carrying a simple tool box and a huge backpack strapped over one shoulder, filled with questionable things.

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BEFORE YOU LEAVE, a little something I would like to point out for the fic, that some of yall with either like or not, during the process of writing this, I've seen a few posts keferon made about the spark being radioactive and such, and it sorta made me think a bit while developing Jazz's condition. So well, take Jazz's health in this as you will with this info :)

But anyways, yippie!! That's all for today folks! I hope yall enjoyed this one bc I definitely had a heck of a time writing this one XD

It got alot bigger than I anticipated and took much longer to finish than I originally planned (was supposed to be done 2 days ago).

Now, I know I keep saying "not sure if I'll make another part to this" but then proceed to do so anyways. But I mainly do so because everytime I shared it someone said something that added to the story somehow and gave me ideas to continue foward.

So like, if yall liked this and wanna see more, don't be shy to suggest/add anything to this as it may help inspire me to add more onto this, cuz honestly idk what the fuck I'm doing rn, I'm just going with the flow ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Also, a bit of note for the doodle, holy shit I did not expect it to look this good!! Tho I suffered with Jazz's suit, plz ignore any inaccuracies tee-hee. Prowl's knee and hands were hell too, especially his knee, but i could like, hide most of it lmao. Actually mainly struggled to not have his hand cover Jazz too much bc it kept covering the parts I actually wanted to show off lmao.

Oh and the guy at the end? Yall can take a good guess as to who it is :)

But since he doesn't have any official design, I kinda went with whatever felt right lol.

I also really wanted to draw out more scenes to add to the fic, but then it would take me a lot more time to actually post the fic as I figure out how to draw robots :'). But maybe I can try and doodle them out another time if I can, no promises tho-

[immeasurablesaladagere]

i absolutely LOVE your house agere fics/headcannons but have yet to see any lockwood and co ones even though it is in your pinned post and would love your headcannons when you get a chance! though i know you have a lot of requests in queue so no pressure!

AHHH Lockwood and Co! Hcs are my break between longer stuff lol, so coming right up!

Littles Lucy and Lockwood for sure. George is CG (but perhaps flip? I could see it)

Both Lucy and Lockwood call George "Mum", he just goes with it. He has never, not once, been any iteration of dad or older brother.

Both Lucy and Lockwood regress to similar ranges, like 5-9.

Lucy regresses almost entirely voluntarily as a way to get her childhood back. She didn't recognize it as anything special until she moved in with Lockwood and George, all she knew was that having a stuffy or reading a children's book made her feel really calm and a bit blurry. She thought it was like nostalgia but like x10.

Lockwood's regression is pretty much always involuntary, and something he doesn't like but has learned to live with. A bad nightmare, a migraine, a flashback, a panic attack, are all things that can nudge his brain over the edge and boom, he's a kid again. One of his worst nightmares would be regressing on a job and putting his team at risk because of it. He's worked very hard to prevent it at all costs.

While he's little, Lockwood's regression is all over the place. Sometimes he's content, sometimes (rarely) he's bubbly and happy, and sometimes he's completely inconsolable. It's a roll of the dice depending on what caused the slip, but even then there's some variation.

He doesn't always remember what happened to his family, he just knows they aren't there.

I have a very vivid scene in my head on how Lucy found out that Lockwood regresses, and it goes like this: It's Lockwood and George's routine that if Lockwood is feeling small late at night (the kid never sleeps anyway), he can come find George and he'll read him a bedtime story. Lockwood's feeling small not long after Lucy's moved in, so he sneaks very quietly downstairs to the library and asks George to read to him. Lucy, in search of water or something, sees that someone's still up and goes to chat, and walks in on Lockwood basically cuddled on top of George while he's reading to him, and Lockwood freezes for a second, then gets up and basically sprints to his room and locks himself in there. George half-explains, but says it would be better if Lockwood had the choice to tell her.

The discovery of Lucy's was far less dramatic. Lockwood eventually explained everything to her and she was just like "Oh, so that's what that is... Me too then, I guess".

Soft and squishy little!Lockwood, energetic and happy little!Lucy.

Tired mother George.

They play ghost-hunters with their toys sometimes, and the heroes always win very, very easily. Nothing ever goes wrong, and George kinda has an idea as to why that is, so he's never mentioned it.

If Lucy and Lockwood are both regressed together, Lockwood tends to drift younger than Lucy is no matter where they started. If they were both feeling 8, a few hours later Lockwood might be down to 5 or 6.

Lucy loves fruit, dude. It's her favourite thing. George will offer her a biscuit and she's like "But I want an apple :("

[strawbxrryneptune]

Level Two

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Cw: pussyjob, exhibitionism, slight voyeurism, oral (fem!receiving), infidelity if you squint, unedited.

This fic and the fics following will contain monster fucking, cucking and threesomes!! If you are not comfortable, try out some of my other works, and Miggi's creations, but if you wish to proceed, remember, sharing is caring.

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@miggiisdumb

From a young age you were taught to keep your emotions in check. Queens must never show weakness to enemies. Crying and screaming were to be left in private, so that you came off as cool and collected. The Mushroom kingdom needs someone level-headed. They need someone they know won't act rashly.

You came to a conclusion that you were the one they needed, the Queen that could handle herself in any situation. You could get a husband, rule a kingdom, maybe even raise some spawns of yourself. You were convinced you had the bag, but now, sitting on a boulder at the falls and watching two sweaty, bulky men wrestle and growl at each other, you weren't so sure.

You had been trying to keep your emotions in check the whole week. Kirishima was constantly inviting you to hang with him and Bakugou, and you didn't know how much you could take. Kirishima's kisses had you on fire,, his big hands grabbing at your ass and tongue sliding against yours, but Bakugou's heated stares and occasional touches had your head spinning in confusion and arousal. He had a weird thing for grabbing and kneading at your hips, and it was starting to get to you.

Kirishima had invited you to join him and Bakugou in a swim at the falls, the water there crisp and beautiful, said to bring years of youth to whoever was worthy. Of course, you agreed. Any princess would jump at the opportunity to swim in a magic body of water with her suitor and his dreamy friend. Kirishima had shown up in blue swim trunks, an extra change of clothes cradled in his strong arms and some sandwiches to munch on later. Bakugou wore a black loin cloth, bigger and a little longer than the one he usually wore. His choker and bracelets were laid out in the grass next to Kirishima's clothes and the food, but he didn't look any less intimidating. If anything, he looked even scarier, hair drenched and falling down around his eyes, glowing red as he growls and bares his fangs, pouncing on Kiri and snarling out threats.

"M'gonna destroy you, Red."

"You have to catch me first, Bro!"

Kirishima dives under the water, Bakugou following shortly after, and you chuckle to yourself. 

Soon, though, you start to get worried, cause it's been almost 2 minutes and they haven't come back up. 

Calling their names, you shrug your cover up off and get in the water, shivering slightly at the chill. As you get deeper and deeper, water up to your chest, you start to panic.

"Kiri? Bakugou? If this is a joke it's not-ah-!"

You scream in surprise and slight fear as you're suddenly lifted onto a broad, scarred chest. Your thighs are on either side of it, and  tense up when you feel the vibrations of a deep, raspy chuckle, and you fight the urge to thread your shaky fingers in ash blonde hair.

"Bakugou, put me down."

You try to keep your voice leveled but he picks up on the tremble, big, warm hands reaching up to grab at the fat of your hips, lifting you up further onto his chest.

"That wouldn't be fun now would it Princess?"

You gasp, glancing down at how your cunt is inches away from his mouth, drool spilling around the corners as he struggles to keep his eyes on yours.

“Seriously, y-you gotta…” your voice wavers as you meekly push at his drenched hair, momentarily losing your train of thought when he’s tongue lolls out, sticky with saliva and long. “What if Kiri sees us?”

“If ya keep quiet, he won’t.” The fleeting look of hunger and a nip on your thigh is all the warning you get. 

Bakugou guns for your cunt before you can answer and you act like he shocked you by the way you lurch forward, jaw slanted, clinging to his curved horns, entire body shivering from the firm laps on your mound. Even with the bottom half of the swimsuit on, you could still feel every lick in pin point detail, every nudge of his hot muscles between your folds, just barely pressing into your hole and tongue flicking over your clit. Bakugou can feel it too- the way you're throbbing on his tongue, can even taste the mix of his drool and your arousal seeping through quicker then he was lapping. It drove him wild.

He groans, eyes a little crossed to watch his handy work, hoists you higher and shakes his head further between your legs and your eyes roll back when he starts sucking on your entire pussy. Too hard for you to keep quiet. Too hard for the slurps not to sound exactly like what it looks like. 

“B-Bakugou, it’s too much!” You pant, quick and shallow, yet use your weak grip on his horns to hump his face desperately. “I think I’m g-gonna… gonna…!”

He growls, literally growls like the beast he is, and you almost do cum just by his fiery look up at you with a mouthful of your twitching cunny, unlatching with a wet pop that has sticky strings of your slick smacking on his chin. 

“Take it off.” He demands, words coming out muffled because he’s already back on your cunt. “Wanna taste you cummin’ in my mouth. C’mon, Princess. Lemme drink you up, baby.”

A shaky hand slips between the two of you, pulling your bathing suit to the side, and the next moment you’re squealing to the heavens above when Bakugou curled his tongue into you, spreading your walls apart on his tongue. His eyes flickered closed with a deep moan at the sensation of you spasming around him, juices nearly flooded into his mouth, but he gulps it down greedily, Adam’s apple bobbing and cheeks hollowing. 

You have no idea how long you stayed arched in his mouth riding out your orgasm, unable to tell if you were seeing clouds or if your vision really went that blurry. For one last time, Bakugou shook his head on your cunt and pulled back with a “puah!”, hot huffs of his breaths panting on your drenched up sex. God, you tasted better than you smelled. Bakugou would live between your thighs if he could, make you moan and squeal like you did, make you flush and look completely fucked out, so pretty as you stare down at him with lidded, hazy eyes, plump lips parted to catch your breath, gentle fingers raking his hair and the base of his horns that sent shivers down his spine. 

He’d have you forever if he could. If only you weren’t promised to-

“Bakugou, you drowned or something? Where are you, man?” Kirishima’s voice comes from behind some boulders a small distance away from where the two of you are and your heart skyrockets to your throat, the sudden tightness in your gut clenching all of you up in dread. Bakugou on the other hand just slid you down into the water, trying to keep any splashing sounds to a minimum, though both of you had to swallow back a sound when you brushed over his bulge on the way down. 

Bakugou swims by you in time to Kiri finally rounding the rocks, brows creased and a little pout on his lips, and you relaxed a bit when you realized he was upset over swimming alone all this time. His eyes flick from Bakugou to you, pout disappearing as he perked up a bit in surprise.

 “(Y/N), when did you get into the water?”

You open your mouth but don't get a word out. “Came in lookin’ f’us.” Bakugou says nonchalantly, glances over his shoulder to you and you don’t miss the heat of his stare bouncing up your form for a hot second. “Clearly worried over nothin’.”

Oh, this bastard…

Kirishima hums as he swims your way, gives you his million dollar sweet smile with a gentle cup of your cheeks. “Sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to make you worry.”

Your bottom lip puckers in a pout even though you’re already long since mad, specially with his thumb brushing drawing circles on your cheek. “Just warm me next time. Thought you idiots drowned yourselves…”

“Sorry sorry.” He laughs and pecks you a few times all over your face, until he’s kissing you on the lips, a kiss that goes on longer than expected as he slots his mouth with yours and moves his lips with passion and adoration. Your mind gets fuzzy, consumed by Kiri’s kiss and body still reeling from your moment with Bakugou, your thighs clenching underwater because your insides craved for more. 

When Kirishima pulls away, you catch a fleeting glance over to Bakugou, a heavy and solemn look on his face, conflict in his eyes before he turns away too late once he caught you staring and it all comes rushing down on you- the clear weight of guilt on your shoulders. The worst part is that you don’t know what it’s aimed at- for going behind Kirishima’s back like this? Or for making Bakugou see you with someone else while he gets scraps of affection?

You tell Kirishima that you’re alright when he asks if something is wrong, then go back to growing when he turns to resume wrestling his friend. 

Way to keep your emotions in check, huh?

The rest of the morning goes by fast, the guys wolfing down their sandwiches and still being hungry, Kirishima offering to run into town quickly and grab some more food.

You agree, standing up to go with him but being surprised when he pushes you back down, a look you can't place in his eyes as his own flicker to Bakugou, who's uprooting weeds next to you.

"Stay here, 'kay?"

You nod, dazed, and watch him disappear into the bushes, stealing a glance to Bakugou. 

"Bakugou…"

"M'sorry."

You tilt your head at him, but he won't meet your eyes, a scowl on his face as heat creeps up his neck. 

"I said I'm fuckin' sorrry. I went too far. You belong to Kiri, it's not m'place to-mmpf!"

You cut him off with a searing kiss, sliding yourself in his lap and grabbing his hair, making him stutter out a moan into your mouth, big hands gripping your hips and lifting you onto his abs, grinding you against him. 

You furrow your brows, the feeling of his abs rubbing against your puffy clit feels heavenly but you wanna touch him. You felt him when you were in the water earlier, throbbing and pulsing against you. You wanted him in your mouth.

He snarls against you, demanding attention back on him as he nips at your bottom lip before sliding his tongue against yours, panting heavily as his hands flex against your hips. You try to slide down a little more, moving your hands to rest on his meaty pecs and getting distracted by his puffy nipples.

They were so plump and flushed, they looked so sensitive it probably fucking hurt. You pull away from his mouth with a whine, trying not to smile when he chases your lips.

"You sure about this, Princess? If Kiri finds out he'll be-fuck, baby, Whaddya'doin?"

You don't answer, just give him a look under your lashes as you suckle on his nipple, eyes closing in bliss as the smell of him envelops you, fresh and crisp from the water but still musky and smoky. 

You scrape your teeth against him gently, then lick over the reddened area and moan as you suck once again.

You notice he had gone almost deathly still, and you look up at him only to almost cream yourself at the sight.

His eyes were rolled back in his head, fist in his mouth and drool spilling around the corners, dribbling down his flushed face and neck. He was trying so hard not to moan, cause he knew if he made a sound it would be loud enough for the whole Mushroom kingdom to hear.

He fucking loved getting his nipples played with, but virtually no one knew and he tried to play it off but fuck, you had him melting. 

"Yhew don' like it?"

Your words are muffled around his tit, saliva slowly trailing down his chest and forming a puddle in the divets of his abs.

"I-fuck, cut it out brat."

He tries to sound authoritative, but his voice is whiny, and you can already feel the bruises he's pressing into your hips. You hum, leaning back to look at his flushed chest, earning yourself a sigh of relief-quickly turning into a choked whimper when you switch to the other nipple, using one of your hands to tweak and pinch one while the other hand threads into his hair, grazing the sensitive base of his horns and knocking his eyes back, mouth dropping open and hands coming up to silence himself, allowing you to try and shimmy your way down onto his lap.

His unoccupied hand grips your hip even tighter, trying to keep you up and away from his cock.

"Bakugou-! Wan' yer cock"

You slur, grinding your hips onto his stomach, covered clit rubbing against his bushy pubes.

"You couldn't handle it sweetheart. We shouldn't even be doing this."

You roll your eyes, popping off his nipple and withdrawing your hands from him, reaching down to pry his hand off of your hip.

"Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot handle? You don't know what-oh."

You're cut off when he drops you down, cock sliding through your folds even over the bathing suit, so big and veiny you could feel every pulse and twitch through your bottoms.

You immediately push your swimsuit to the side, rubbing your slit up and down his dick, clit getting caught on various ridges and occasionally twitching when a throbbing vein rubbed against it. You couldn't keep your sounds down even if you wanted to, leaning forward to moan into Bakugou's ear, feeling a shudder rip through his spine.

You were making his mind foggy, he couldn't stop his hips from rutting up, knot starting to swell even though he tried to hold it back. He couldn't do this right now, even getting this far dangerous, he was way too close to his rut and couldn't risk getting you pregnant, no matter how much that thought made his head spin. Fuck, he couldn't stop thinking of you slamming those perfect fucking hips down onto his knot as you begged him to give you his kids, pleaded with him to make you a mommy-shit

His head falls forward and sharp teeth dig into your shoulder, a snarl vibrating your body before your thighs, pussy and stomach are drenched with thick cum. He can't stop, hips jerking and thighs shaking as he roars into your skin, knot still swollen and sensitive but the burning need inside of him is satiated for now. 

Before he can even lift his head up to say something, he catches a whiff of arousal, and strangely enough it isn't yours. It smells more woodsy, intense with a sweet musk, somewhat...manly?

Oh fuck.

Kirishima.

Bakugou scrambles to get up, looking at you in horror and then looking over to the trees, catching a glimpse of dark red eyes before they disappear behind a nearby tree.

"Clean yourself off in the water, Kiri will be back soon."

You stare dreamily up at him, confused as to why he looks so uneasy all of a sudden but obeying nonetheless, standing on wobbly legs and feeling dense and gooey cum drip down your legs in long streaks, a nagging feeling in the back of your fuzzy mind telling you how much of a waste it was that none of it was inside you. You make your way back to the water, unaware of two sets of red locked onto you.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Crown For Two {2}

Henry Cavill AU x OFC Xari Thornton AU

Warning: Plot, Mild Cursing, Cheesy Christmas Themes

Words: 4.2k

Summary: Xari Thornton is a travel photographer with a blog and social media that garners some heavy-duty traffic. People tune in to see where she is and what she’s doing there, all in hopes of either living vicariously through her or to plan their next vacation.  

Her slogan; “Traveling the path to the most off-beaten places, so you don’t have to.”  

Her next stop on her four destination travel itinerary of “Places You May Never Have Heard Of” is Sandvell, a small European country. When her plane makes an impromptu stop due to bad weather, she has no idea where she is. It feels like she’s stepped inside of a snow globe and back in time in a modern way. It leaves her fascinated.

This bad weather forces her to stay at an Inn, The Beaux, for the night. Rather than letting the hours tick by in her room, she explores and meets the friendly locals. While taking photographs, one local in particular captures her lens with eyes as blue as the ocean and a jaw that was chiseled from stone. They strike up conversation during their time drinking at one of the local bars, Ickles. Once they separate, she gets herself into a harrowing situation.  

As soon as she awakens, she realizes she’s not in some fever dream, but a palace and the owner of the palace is none other than the local she met before with the piercing blue eyes, His Royal Highness Henry Wellington Leopold Danglishton, First of his name, Crown Prince of Brexendor.

Note: All right, all right people, the ride begins. I really, really hope you enjoy this. As a note, it’s going to be fast-paced a bit, and I am gonna overload you with pictures because why the hell not, it’s a Christmas Fic. 😁 Feel free to come by and tell me what you guys think.

As always, thank you all for reading, I appreciate each and every one of you.

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Chapter Two

 You were running around in a whiteout snowstorm. There was no way to see in front or back of you. Your hands were your eyes, and even they were doing a pretty lousy job. A strong gust of find flew you to the right, then to the left before it hurled you forward. It sent you so hard to the ground your entire body shook from the fall. It was the most challenging feat to get back to your feet, and when you did, another gust of wind sent you into a pole.

 As you gripped it, you held on for dear life and prayed that somehow you’d made it through this. As you held on, you recognized that none of this felt real. It felt strange. The pain you were in was real, beginning with the throbbing in your head, the burning of your muscles throughout your body, and even the tightness all through your entire being.

 When your hands gave out, you began falling to the snow-covered ground. Before you made contact with the ground, a pair of strong arms caught you and pulled you into their body. As soon as they did, you felt like the storm around you disappeared. The howling wind slowed, the blinding snow stilled, and the bone-chilling cold turned to instant warmth. Once you’d adjusted, you looked up; your eyes trailed over a strong, defined jawline, smooth skin, and piercing blue eyes.

 You recognized this man. Although you were watching his lips move, you didn’t hear anything. No words, only the sound of white noise. Your fingers touched his lips, then slowly traced his cheek and down his jaw, but you felt as if you weren’t touching anything at all. That was when his voice came into focus.

 “I will protect you. I will keep you safe.”

 He looked as if he meant it, looked like no matter what, come what may, he would keep his word. Suddenly a strong blast of wind began pulling you from him, but he held on tightly to you. Even when the wind picked up, he wouldn’t let go. Thanks to the heavily falling snow that fell over your clasped hands, after a few moments, you felt your grip slipping. Panic filled you but looking at him; he looked as calm as ever.

 “I will always find you.”

 With that, the wind took you away, pulling you into a dark abyss. That was when you screamed, jumping up while flailing your arms and legs. It took almost a minute to realize your surroundings were no longer snowed out and dark. Slowly you calmed yourself, then dropped back onto the bed. Once you’d caught your breath, the sight above you had your eyes bugging. With your arms pressed to the bed on either side of you, your jaw dropped.

 Above you was a white ceiling with embossed and engraved drawings etched into it with an enormous golden chandelier dangling in the center. You nudged your head back slightly to take in the golden decorative border that ran around the canopy of the bed. That was when the headboard caught your eyes. Cream tuffets that were embellished with gold-framed the Brocard design of the cream and deep turquoise headboard. Slowly you sat up, and the intricacies of the posts of the bed came into view. It looked like someone had hand-carved and painted the golden designs onto it. You wondered how long it had taken and just how much this cost.

 The more your eyes took in as you scanned the room, the wider they got. Turquois, cream, and gold seemed to be the theme of the room, and it was all done so exquisitely well that you couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty around you.

“Oh my god.”

 Looking to your right, you examined the comfortable looking settee and the large vase and the decorative plant and flower mixture it held.

 “Where the hell am I?”

 There was no way this was the inn. The last you remembered, there was nothing but wood there. You slid to the edge of the extra-large king-sized bed and placed your feet on what you expected to be cold marble, but it was warm. Heated floors, you thought to yourself.

 You stood, but sudden dizziness had you dropping right back to the bed, clutching your head.

 “Ouch!’

 Feeling pain, your alarms went off. You didn’t know what had happened, where you were, or why you were in pain. You could hear footsteps approaching the door, and your panic rose exponentially. You quickly scanned the room looking for anything you could use as a weapon, worried you were held in some creepy eastern European rich man who wanted you to participate in round four of the human centipede experiment.

 Seeing nothing in your nearby vicinity, you zeroed in on a large vase across the room on a cream and gold dresser. Gathering whatever strength you had, you staggered toward the dresser, damn near crashing into it. As you gripped the edge of the dresser, hoping to stabilize yourself, it was then you realized that what you wore was not yours. It was some dainty nightgown that looked like it could have belonged to Mari Antoinette.

 The footsteps got louder, and you grabbed the vase. It was a lot heavier than you’d anticipated, and you had to half sit on the dresser even to hold it. As soon as the door opened, there stood a middle-aged woman in a blue skirt suit with a white scarf around her neck that was tied in the posh way the rich usually did them. Not giving her an opportunity to make a move, you flung the vase at her with all your might. As it collided with a chair not too far from you, it shattered with such loudness it started you and the middle-aged woman.

 “Dear me!”

 With that, she slammed the French doors shut. You heard her heeled footsteps scurrying away. Though you didn’t feel any stronger, you decided not to wait around for someone else to come back. You staggered across the room to the doors that were just slammed, making sure to avoid the shattered pottery on the floor. You hadn’t missed all the pieces because you felt the sharp stab of a shard enter your foot bottom.

 “Fuck!”

 You hopped, then collided with the door. Your dizziness returning tenfold. Taking a few seconds for the room to stop spinning, you then bent to access your foot. Being on one only made your balance worse. You quickly pulled the shard from your foot and ignored the gush of blood that came from the wound. It would take hours for any bleeding from the foot to be life-threatening. You needed to get the hell out of there.

 Flinging open the French doors, you walked out into an opulent sitting area with several dark blue and white chairs decorated around the room and a roaring fire against a wall.

 “What the fuck!”

 Ignoring the equally beautiful room as the one you’d just left, you staggered toward the door of that room. Once you flung that open, you entered into a large hallway with a long corridor. The walls were impressively decorated with plenty of photographs and paintings, and the ceiling above you had more of that embossed and engraved design. It was then you continued walking at a much faster pace. You could have been going toward danger for all you knew.

 “Ma’am!”

 You looked behind you and saw the same woman from before, but now she had two men that were dressed in suits, and the three of them were dashing toward you. In true survival of the fittest instincts, you took off running as well. If someone was chasing you, you ran. You didn’t stand there or ask questions, especially as a black woman. Turning the corner, you continued to run on shaky legs and with blurry vision without knowing where you were going. Glancing back, the three were still chasing you and shouting for you to stop, but you didn’t.

 When you turned around, you ran smack dab into someone carrying a trey. As you collided with them, the trey went one direction and the individual another, still you didn’t stop. Thanks to the collision, your dizziness had returned, slowing your steps, making them sloppy, shakier, and zig-zagged. You knew you were seconds from blacking out, but you pushed yourself more.

 “Stop, miss, stop!”

 Everything sounded muffled. Suddenly you heard a louder sound break through the muffled and mumbles mess. You looked back, and the three pursuers had stopped. When you turned back, you ran into a hard body, but you didn’t fall. They held you firmly. You peered into familiar eyes, eyes that were filled with concern and alarm. His mouth was moving, but you heard no words. With his eyes seared into your memory, you passed out.

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 -Henry-

Every five minutes or so, his phone rang or sent off a notification. Every five or so minutes, he pressed silent on every one of them. This has been going on for the last two hours. He’d sat in the sitting area first as the doctors accessed her and tended to her wound. For that hour, he was able to do some work. Though his mind was somewhat occupied, he had to put on the façade, he was his usual self.

 After the first hour, he’d moved to the bedroom suite to sit beside the bed. The doctor reported that you were suffering from delirium, a common diagnosis for someone who’d suffered a concussion. His orders were for as much rest as possible in a low-stress environment. When Dr. Alfonzi emphasized a low stressful environment, he’d wanted to roll his eyes. What was more stress-free than where you were right now?

 Now alone having answered over fifty emails and messages, he’d found himself with a sliver of downtime. Heaven knew how long that would last. His eyes drifted to your still form in the bed. You were securely tucked underneath the covers. You looked peaceful as if you hadn’t been through possibly the most harrowing experience of your life. The only outward evidence of that experience was a patch on your forehead that concealed the nasty gash he knew was there.

 Slowly he scanned your face, taking in your beautiful and exotic features. The shape of your eyes, the flare of your nose, how well defined your lips were, and how supple your skin appeared to be. His fingers itched to touch your cheek again as he had in the bar. At the thought of the bar, your first meeting, he drifted back to the memories and fondly smiled, remembering your friendly banter, the ease of the conversation, and all the relaxation he felt with you. It was rare for him to even begin to let his guard down to let anyone in, but with you, for those two or three hours, he was tempted to as he’d never been before. he even told you a few things he wouldn’t have told anyone else.

 Sighing, he pulled his eyes away, but his head quickly went to the debacle in the halls of the palace. He hadn’t expected to see you when he turned the corner, but he wasn’t disappointed. To be truthful, he’d thought about you on and off during all his morning meetings. The plan was if he had time in the evening, he’d check on you. When you passed out into his arms, the nightgown you wore captured his attention. He would have questioned who the hell put you in it, but the sight of peeks of your skin underneath the flimsy material held his attention instead.

 As he carried you back to your room, he had to work extra hard not to look down and skim your body or the darkened areolas he’d glimpsed. When he slipped you back into the bed before the help placed the covers over you, he saw a peek of your backside that sent his hips thrusting forward quickly. The memory of it had him changing his position in the settee before getting up altogether to pace your room. He’d chosen it without giving it much thought. It was the first one he found. Now he felt you probably could do with a different one.

 Your moans startled him, bringing him out of his thoughts. As he approached the bed, you turned your head from side to side as your moans became more and more audible. It didn’t take long for him to wonder if your carnal moans sounded like this or if they were different. He shook his head while mentally chastising himself for the thoughts, then focused back on you.

 When your eyes opened, he did his best not to appear intimidating. It was a common comment among the feedback that was sporadically collected from the citizens. Your eyes focused on him after quickly scanning your surroundings. When you realized he was there, you quickly shot up and hurried back to the headboard. He noticed the covers remained across your lap, leaving your upper half exposed to his eager eyes. Groaning, he closed his eyes.

 “Calm down,” he said as he motioned to the covers.

 He waited a few moments, hoping you’d understood what he meant. When he opened his eyes, you held the covers over your chest but also held the lamp that was on the bedside table in your left hand. Raising his hands into the air, he took a step back.

 “Let us not do something brash, Y/N.”

 Confusion flickered across your features, and for a split second, you lowered the lamp but rose it again.

 “How do you know my name?”

 Raising his eyebrows, he thought of how to breach the topic. “We met in the bar. Do you remember?”

 You scrunched your face, looking away to your right. He wondered if you were also suffering from memory loss.

 “You sat beside me and arrogantly tried the Mistletoe Bomb that you could not even finish and had me finish it instead.”

 “It was disgusting. Wait, I do remember.”

 He nodded but kept his hands in the air, hoping the action gave you peace of mind.

 “Good. What else do you remember?”

 You bit your bottom lip then stared at the sheets on the bed. You remained silent for about a minute, then you spoke.

 “We—talked. Then—we almost—did we--,” you stuttered then shook your head. “Then I left. It was cold, a lot colder, and the snow was heavy. I could barely see, it was next to impossible, and the wind it took me everywhere. Then—I don’t—I don’t know.”

 You looked at him again with even more confusion in your eyes then before.

 “Yes,” he began before he cleared his throat. “I am afraid the wind must have blown you into the street right before my car came along. It seems we accidentally hit you.”

 You looked as if you were trying to remember, but you sighed and lowered the lamp to the bed rather than back to the side table.

 “I am awfully sorry, Y/N. My driver did not see you until it was too late. He swerved, but we still collided with you due to the drift over the snow. When I got to you, you were unconscious, so I brought you here to receive medical care.”

 Your eyes shot up to him then.

 “Medical care? Am I in the hospital? This doesn’t look like any hospital I’ve ever been in.”

 He cleared his throat, lowered his hands, then rubbed the back of his neck. He knew that bringing you here would make it next to impossible to keep the truth of his full identity hidden.

 “That is because you are not in the hospital.”

 “Then—where am I? have you dragged me somewhere and locked me up for your sick perverse pleasure?” As you said the words, you rose the lamp again, ready to throw it at him.

 Again, he rose his hands. He knew you didn’t know that the lamp wouldn’t do anything if he really were a threat.

 “Perverse pleasure? Are you implying that I would find pleasure in you?” He leaned against one of the posts as he smirked.

 You rolled your eyes and kissed your teeth.

 “Of course you would. I know I’m a dime piece.”

 Understanding the terminology, he couldn’t help but laugh. “I agree.”

 You didn’t speak right away, you stared at him, and he wanted to know what you were thinking so badly. This was the third time he’d seen this look, and it ticked at his curiosity to know you more. He cleared his throat and straightened himself.

 “I assure you, I have not whisked you off to hold you captive for any pleasure than your health and safety.”

 You took him in for a few moments but kept the lamp raised.

 “Where am I?”

 “My home.”

 Your eyebrows rose as you looked around the room. No doubt, taking in all the luxury around the room. He knew the question was coming.

 “Home? What kind of—where the hell--,” you began before you were interrupted by a knock at the door.

 He sighed, then spoke. “A moment, please. Come.”

 “Your highness,” Audrina began as she gave a brief curtsy. “The physician brought the medication for the patient.”

 She approached, holding a tray that held a lone bottle. Once she was close, he took the bottle, thanking her.

 “Hold the fuck up.”

 Audrina paused with her eyes wide open, taking you in. Pinching his lips, he tried to stifle the laugh that was ready to escape.

 “Good word, such language.”

 Snorting, he released a chuckle.

 “Me? You just said, highness. What is that? Why did she call you that?”

 You gasped loudly with your eyes the size of saucers. “Oh my god. Are you—are you--.”

 “That is all, Audrina, thank you.”

 She nodded, gave another curtsy, and walked from the room. Once the doors were closed, he approached the bed slowly and cautiously. He didn’t want a lamp to the face.

 “I was not entirely forthcoming with you the night in the bar,” he began.

 “You lied about who you are?”

 “No, not completely. My name is Henry. I evaded telling you what I did for a living. Goodness, I guess I will just come out with it then. I am Henry, but I am also—Prince of Brexendor.”

 Your face was stuck in a mixture of shock and horror. Now more than ever, he wanted to know what you were thinking. A minute ticked by, then two, and each minute that passed, your expression became more and more pronounced.

 “A—you’re a—p-prince?”

 There was another knock at the door to increase his frustrations. He didn’t respond right away, he watched you, waiting for you to speak, but another knock came before your words did.

 “Your highness?”

 He sighed then told them to enter; in walked Dr. Alfonzi . He bowed, then approached the bed.

 “How is our patient?”

 Their eyes trained on you, but you didn’t speak. Dr. Alfonzi looked at him, unsure of what to say.

 “Your highness, unfortunately, I am going to have to ask you to step out so I can talk with the patient.”

 He nodded. “Of course. Will it be all right if I came by in an hour or two?”

 You didn’t respond for quite a while, but you slowly nodded as he began to turn. Dr. Alfonzi bowed again as he passed him and walked out of the room. Once he entered the sitting area, McArthur stood and bowed his head.

 “Your highness, is the lady well?”

 “We go. We have to make it across town to the magistrate,” he said instead of answering his question.

Once he was in the car, he went over the documents in prep for the meeting he knew would take everything out of him. Every time he encountered Prime Minister Lancaster, the exchange always left him agitated and in need of a drink and solitude. There was something about the man that went past his defiance and terseness that rubbed him the wrong way.

 “Your highness. I hope you extended my apologies to the lady for hitting her with the car,” McArthur inquired.

 “Does it matter? When you saw us in the bar, you made it clear you thought I should not have allowed her to stay. Had a change of heart?”

 “As your driver, protector, and friend, I was simply looking out for your best interest, sir. Outsiders have proven themselves as untrustworthy in the past.”

 He nodded as he remembered the incident he was referring to, then cleared his throat. “I did not get to apologize for you, but I made sure she understood it was an accident.”

 He stared out the window at the falling snow and his country. That still didn’t feel natural to say. Yes, it was his country of birth, but everyone wanted him to now look at it as belonging to him. he wasn’t ready yet. It still felt too soon. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t realize when McArthur pulled up to the Magistrate buildings. After taking a few deep breaths in an effort to steel himself, he walked out, ready for yet another contentious meeting.

As he passed his constituents, they bowed or curtsied, showing their respect for the crown and him. He nodded his head to each of them, an equal show of respect. A monarchy was nothing without the people it governs. It was the first lesson his father had taught him.

 “Your Highness,” Prime Minster Lancaster addressed once he was a few steps away.

 He watched the older man bow deeply. When Lancaster rose, he saluted him as the respected soldier he was, as well as Crown Prince. He took the man before him in not in any rush to give him the approval to lower his salute. Sometimes he liked to remind the man he was in charge and not the other way around.

 “At ease, Prime Minister.”

 Lancaster clenched his jaw and stood to his side, granting him access to the conference room. He listened to the quiet council of Alton, his royal advisor, as he gave notes about the meeting as everyone filed into the room. Once they stood before their seats, waiting for him to sit first, he did just that. Finally seated, he banged the gavel against its golden holder.

 “Let us begin,” he said, signaling the beginning of the meeting.

 This time of year, the many plans and discussions involved Christmas and the year’s many festivities. When it came to talking about those festivities, money was always brought up. He was all about keeping traditions alive because Brexendor was made of traditions, but he also believed that it had to seek to advance itself in order for the country to survive another turn of the times.

 Brexendor was considered a very wealthy place, and there had been many who had tried to usurp its wealth, thinking it was a weak country only to find out that Brexendor was not only wealthy but powerful and strong with one of the best defense systems. He’d spent years in the armed forces learning all the ins and outs of said defenses, all in prep for the day he would take the throne.

 Every time he brought up plans to modernize Brexendor, Prime Minister Lancaster always objected, citing that changing now would wash away the countries rich history. When he made this argument, he always appealed to the many elders who held other important magistrate seats. Once that happened, he knew his argument would fall on deaf ears, and with the instability that was already present in the monarchy, he couldn’t risk shaking their faith in him. Not right now.

 After discussing other matters that were essential to Brexendor’s flourishment, the meeting came to an end. When he got into the car, the glance at his watch told him as expected; it was a meeting that took up the majority of his evening. He had to figure out a way to bring the other magistrate members to his side in order to get things done. Lancaster was old. He had no idea what it would take to keep Brexendor a superpower as the world changed with even more modernization. He knew he was right.

By the time he got back to the palace, it was almost ten o’clock. He’d missed dinner, but that wasn’t what he cared about. He dismissed his immediate staff, assuring them he could tend to himself for the evening, and proceeded to his room. Before he took too many steps, he stopped knowing that his room was in the opposite direction from yours. Glancing at his watch again, he tried to decide if it was a good idea to visit you at this time. He knew the palace had eyes, and he knew he would be noticed going into your suites at this hour. Not wanting to set tongues wagging, he sighed and proceeded to his room.

 Tomorrow was another day.

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Can I have Your Name? (a SamBucky ficlet)

for @samshield hope you enjoy 😘

(also on ao3 under @/the_fifth_marauder101)

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“Thanks, can I have your name?” asked Bucky with a charming smile on his face, pulling out a sharpie. However, instead of writing on an empty class as the poor customer thought, he scribbled down “Tony” on one of those ‘Hello, my name is…’ stickers.

“That’s a wonderful name by the way,” Bucky compliments, because fck you Steve, he can be polite. 

He fcking told Steve going into customer service was a great idea. Idiot wanted to continue doing door to door shit, or, even worse, mope around forests for wandering travelers. He told him it wasn’t the 1400s anymore, and to grow up. Damn the supernatural council and their ‘hunt in pairs’ rule, he will go rouge and leave Stevie, he will do it. 

“I’m this close,” Bucky had hissed, holding his fingers in the air so Stevie could see, 

“Your fingers are touching,” Steve deadpanned. 

“Exactly.”

The man doesn’t look up from his flurry of typing, “Thank you, it’s a family name.”

“Sure,” Bucky replies quietly “Alright, your order will be right out,” Bucky grinned, replacing his name tag with the new one without looking away from the brown-haired customer. The second the tag sticks to his shirt, he feels a refreshing rush of energy. Kind of like what he imagines those ‘caffeine/sugar rush’ those damn teens keep harping about. 

“Thank y—” The customer—Tony—looks up from his phone to flash him a grin, only to have it fall from his face when he sees the name tag. 

This was the fun part. Bucky didn’t break eye contact, maintaining it with the same smile, only now he could tell it felt eerie to the human. Like something wasn’t right. 

The man’s brown eyes flitted up and down between Bucky’s face and the name tag, before he surged forward, “What di—”

“Have a good day,” Bucky bit out, still keeping the smile and cheery customer service tone. His eyes were blank, he made sure of it. Honestly, this whole song and dance was unnecessary. Stevie usually just wrote the name tags, and then stuck them on as he was making the drinks. Their shop was typically slow enough that there wouldn’t be people behind to question why the tender had a new name. But Bucky loved to fck with humans. What the hell else was he supposed to do? He’s been alive for 70 generations, let him have his fun. 

However, today was a bit different. Another two walked into the shop, Bucky didn’t see it as much as he felt it. Bucky kept his back turned, hollering “Welcome to Stars and Stripes, I’ll be with you in just a moment,” over his shoulder as he made the three drinks. What asshole ordered three drinks?

Bucky’s question was answered when he saw the two men walk over to Tony’s table. One of them kissed Tony on the cheek and the other just faux-gagged before giving Tony a hug as well. Bucky called out the order, eyes tracking the way Tony mumbled something to the two men and both reacted oddly, as they probably should. Bucky would expect no less. 

Apparently, he jinxed himself, because the man who hugged Tony came to pick up the drinks. 

“Nice name,” said the man.

“Thanks,” Bucky flashed his uncanny valley smile and offered nothing else. The man winked and then walked back to the table. 

Bucky did not look at his ass, he didn’t. 

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The next day, the man comes in. Not Tony, but other guy. The cute one. 

“Hi my name’s Jacob, how may I help you today?” Bucky asks politely. 

The man, to his credit, didn’t bat an eyelash, “Hi I’ll have three—” And he rattled off the same order that Tony had. Bucky resisted the urge to frown, maybe it was just a two-time thing? This group has only come into their shop once before, what are the odds of it happening again, for a third time?

“Perfect,” Bucky slid the receipt across the counter, “Can I have your name?” Bucky asked, as he reached for a pen. 

“Nope,” the man replied. 

Bucky froze in his moments, “What?”

The man shrugged, face showing nothing but politeness, “I’m the only person in this store, you’ll be able to find me.”

Bucky was stunned as he watched him walk back to the spot the trio was in the other day. As he sat down, the man gave a nod of acknowledgment to Bucky, who was still staring. 

His brown—almost hazelnut with the light of the sun—eyes stared into Bucky’s own, and in them all he saw was mischief. 

Fck.

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For the next two days, Bucky kept a—subtle, he wasn’t obsessed or anything—watch out for Tony or The Man. And for those two days, he didn’t see hide or hair of them. Bucky figured they must have been college students from nearby campuses, wandering in when Starbucks was too full, which happens often enough. Then on the third day, he returned. 

“Hey, Jacob” greeted The Man, his smile so bright—so bright that Nat would have burned like she does under the sun and threaten to bite the man in the jugular. Bucky, who was too gobsmacked to even deliver his customer service opening, stared at him. 

“Not Jacob,” Bucky said, his voice strangled. 

The Man chuckled, his eyes sparkling with the same look from the first day he ordered, “Ok ‘Not Jacob’, may I have—” And repeated the same order from the last two times. 

“Um, right, uh” Bucky stammered, face growing hot as The Man raised an eyebrow at him smugly, “Can I have your name?”

“Put Redwing,” The Man said, shrugging. The corner of his lips pulled upwards into a happy smirk—how can a person have a fcking happy smirk?—, not that Bucky was only looking at his lips or anything. 

“Redwing?” Bucky asked, stupidly. Because why ask, idiot, why ask for clarification? He read somewhere that the psyche is powerful enough to make the body do things, like fake pregnancies. Whether that’s something only reserved to humans is up for debate, but maybe, if Bucky doesn’t ask and lives in blissful ignorance, he can feed off of a fake name. But no, because he’s a bloody fool, he asked. 

“It’s my pet’s name,” The Man answered, then looked tilted his head, giving a sheepish smile, “Or at least, that’s what I want to name a pet, I don’t have one.”

“Right,” Said Bucky, suddenly feeling empty in ways that have nothing to do with hunger, “Your order will be right out.”

Their conversation was longer than normal, so when the man went to sit down, the couple came in moments afterward. All three sat in the same place as before. 

‘Oh no,’ Bucky thought in dawning horror, ‘Regulars.’ 

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“Falcon,” grins The Man, now foregoing any attempts to be subtle and simply being a little shit.

Bucky looked at him, face void of any amusement. At this point, he’s shucked the polite customer service voice and snarked back and forth with the regular like there’s no tomorrow—only in this situation, there is a tomorrow, there always is tomorrow.

Their staring contest probably goes on for a bit too long, judging by the way Tony and his boyfriend—Bucky can feel comfortable calling the two a couple, based on how disgustingly affectionate the two get in the cafe—walk in. 

The Man flashed a smile and turned away to greet the couple. An audible ‘Rhodey!’ reached Bucky’s ears. Now, finally, he has a name for one of the dark-skinned men, the one who kissed Tony’s cheek and was currently walking in with said Tony, arm around his shoulders. Only Bucky doesn’t feel that familiar warmth pool in his gut, refreshing his energy levels. 

‘Oh,’ Bucky thinks, and watches as the man—his regular—laughs with his friends but also how his eyes flit back to peek at Bucky as names are spoken. ‘oh, loopholes.’

Bucky is so screwed. 

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The names his regular gives become increasingly goofy, and Steve teases him about how flirty they get—Bucky absolutely didn’t have a favorite, and it absolutely wasn’t Angel. But Bucky only believed Stevie when he got a number instead of a random moniker. 

“What?” Bucky short-circuited. 

The man just sighed, “Come on, I gave you my number, work with me here.”

“You finally did it, huh, Sam?” Tony called out from where he was typing away on his computer, which rested on Rhodey’s legs. Rhodey, who was sprawled out in one of their chairs, nudged Tony with his foot, “Shush, let them have this.”

‘Sam,’ Bucky thinks,  and all he can come up with in his blue screened mind is, ‘Perfect’.

In his phone, the name Sam’s contact is under is ‘Angel’.

Steve heckles. 

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“How did you know, Angel?”

Sam looks at Bucky, and Bucky’s struck into silence, The whole world falls around them in muted sounds and lights fade into balls of blurry color, because as they lock gazes all Bucky can notice is Sam’s eyes. Sam’s eyes—his wonderful, soul-deep eyes that shine with mischief and laughter, that glow so bright and rival the heavens when the sunlight reflects off it just so—are sad. 

“My friend,” Sam says quietly, “Riley. He was one of yours.”

Bucky nods, and reaches out with his metal hand—an injury from decades ago and a gift from a shapeshifter who hissed that his debt was repaired before slithering off into the night—pulling Sam closer to him. They watch the sun go down from the top of the roof, the stars revealed one by one, twinkling against the darkness of the dusk. 

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(One day, Bucky will ask for Sam’s name again, specifically his last name. Only then, will Sam reply honestly.)

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AN: This is a more bastardized version of faeries/fae, I just made up my own creature for what Bucky and Steve are. Simply because I just wanted to write a little ficlet about SamBucky and didn’t do much research. Don’t think too hard about it :)

(and the link to the Tik Tok I saw on tumblr that inspired this is also linked on my ao3 fic)

Hope you enjoyed! 

-vix

[phoenixhalliwell]

Waking Up In Vegas

Pairings: Benny Miller X Gender Neutral Reader (I have given them a call sign ‘Tink’ cos I love that nickname lol)

Word count: 2490

Author’s Note: Tumblr is being a wee weirdo and I cant find the link for this fic and my other frankie one for my masterlist so I have to report again *cries*

Archnemesis Benny and reader wake up the morning after a wild night in Vegas with the boys to a surprise revelation.

BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG 

 It takes a second to realise that the noise isn’t just your head pounding but in fact someone knocking rapidly at the door. A whimper leaves you as you try not to throw up. You wiggle around the bed, trying to get loose from the heavy blankets but fail miserably.

“Please, stop….too loud. Dying” is all you’re able to croak out. Your mouth is drier than the desert and a one man band is marching in your head. Looking down you realise that it is not a blanket weighing you down but an arm. An arm that is now pulling you backwards to firmly press you against their warm chest. A groan comes from behind you and a face  nuzzles into your throat. You can feel the panic starting to build in your chest.

'Oh god, oh god. What the fuck!’ You are brought out of your freak out by a familiar voice.

“Are you going to open the door willingly Tink? Or am I going to have to come in there myself!”

Frankie! Relief rushes through you at your saviour. Frankie is a good guy, he won’t give you shit for this like the other boys. It’ll be swept under the rug and no one else has to know. That’s why Frankie is your favourite. The person behind you suddenly makes their displeasure at being rudely woken known.

“Will you shut the fuck up Fish, some of us are trying to sleep”

A coldness rushes through you. NO. FUCKING. WAY. Not him. Please not him. Slowly turning in the arms that have you in a death grip, you let out a low moan. Benny Miller is lying there in all his glory. He looks almost angelic with the way the morning sunlight hits him just right, making him glow. But you know the truth.

That man is the fucking DEVIL.

To say you and Benny dislike one another was an understatement. There is a long standing feud between you and the younger Miller that goes so far back you can’t quite remember how it started. You were originally a medic under the command of his brother Will, but over time (with Will vouching for your skills) you’d been pulled into other little jobs that involved his old army buddies and his dipshit little brother. You were welcomed into this little make shift family with open arms (well by most people anyways).Will, Santiago and Frankie - you thought the world of.  Benny…. let’s just say you wouldn’t piss on if he was on fire. There was just something about Benny that just irks you. The way he calls you names and winds you up until you explode and end up being separated by Will who is sick of both of your shit. That god damn cocky grin rubs you up the wrong way. The way he thinks he’s god’s gift to mankind and struts about. Sure, he is a handsome man and is talented at his profession.He can be kind when he wants to be. He’s loyal and he’ll have your back if the situation calls for it,  but it doesn’t mean he has to show off all the fucking time! He’s a god damn pain in your ass!

So to wake up this morning and find out you two have evidently slept together causes a small part of you to die inside. This bastard is never going to let you hear the end of it. You try to cast your mind back on what actually led you to your current predicament.

You and the boys were spending the weekend in Vegas for Santiago’s bachelor party. The wild stallion had finally been tamed and he wanted one last hoorah with his family before the new chapter of his life. The original plan was to have a nice dinner at the Bellagio before hitting up the tables in hopes of winning some cash. That part you could remember, it is the rest that comes in drips and drabs.

The chant of “Shots! Shots! Shots!” echoes in your mind and there is still a faint taste of tequila in your mouth. 'That explains why I can’t remember jack shit. Did we do Karaoke?’ You can see Frankie and Benny screeching “I want to know what love is ” with Will swaying along and Santi throwing money at the them from the front of the stage. 'Why can I hear bells ringing?’ There is also a familiar body ache you know the exact cause of. More flashes come to mind that make your heart race : Stumbling into walls, the desperation of trying to undress quickly, a hot breath on your neck, hands gripping your waist, filthy words being whispered into your ear….

'I’m never drinking again’

The banging at the door starts again, Frankie is clearly pissed at being kept waiting.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your marital bliss but check out is at 11 and I know for a fact neither of you fuck heads have packed”

Marital bliss? Who the hell is married?

You eyes drift down to your left hand and its suddenly hard to breathe. There is a nice new addition to your ring finger. A gold band that sure as shit was not there yesterday. This seems like the perfect moment to start screaming. Benny is up in an instant, scanning the room for the unknown threat. Once he realises it’s just the two of you, his body relaxes and he scrubs his hand over his face. It takes him a moment to notice the feeling of cold metal on his skin and he stares down at his hand, an unreadable look on his face. You are just able to hear him whisper

“Fuck, its real”

This whole situation is suddenly too much and everything becomes blurry as tears fall from your eyes. You can feel yourself start to hyperventilate and Benny is at your side in an instant trying to console you.

“Come on sweetheart you need to calm down. Feel my chest and breathe with me yeah? In… and out…. It’s ok I’ve got you.”

He repeats his reassurances over and over again. You try to focus on the sound of his deep voice, try to follow his instructions to help regulate your breathing. Gradually it returns to normal and you slump forward into Benny’s arms suddenly exhausted. He rubs his hand up and down your back, somewhat soothing you. You  feel him sigh before he turns his face into your hair and presses a gentle kiss to your head. It suddenly occurs to you that Benny has never been this gentle with you and your heart clenches a little. You feel him pull away from you and have to stop yourself from squeezing him tight.  You stand there for a few seconds in silence before you hear the door opening behind you. Frankie must have found the spare key to your room.

“Are you guys still alive in here?” he asks timidly, glancing between  you and Benny,  eyes zoning in on how close the both of you were.

“Yeah man, we’re good.” Benny  replies, moving to stand on the other side of the room.

“Look I am really sorry to rush you’s but Will’s anxious to get on the road and he might end up murdering Santi before the wedding if we all don’t hustle” Frankie says apologetically.

“I’ll catch you guys downstairs. I won’t be long” Benny grabs his things off the floor before making a break for the door, leaving you and Frankie to stare at each other awkwardly.

“Not a word Morales” you threaten.

“Wouldn’t dream of it Tink. Let’s pack your stuff and get the fuck out of dodge yeah?”

Like you said. Frankie was always your favourite.

Awkward doesn’t even begin to cover breakfast. Those little shits planned it so you and Benny are forced to sit side by side in the booth. Frankie is looking somewhat sympathetic when Santi slides a piece of paper over to you with a shit eating grin. It’s photographic evidence of the worst decision of your life. You still weren’t sure how you guys ended up in the little white chapel saying the big 'I Do’. None of the boys seem to remember either or were just refusing to give up any information about it in case they incriminated one of their brothers.

'Bet you it was all that bastard Santi’s fault’

Sighing, you finally look down at the photo in front of you. It was the 5 of you all lined up. You and Benny stand in the middle of the photo, clinging to each other. You were snuggled into his chest as he gazes down at you in awe. You swallow sharply and tear your eyes over to Will who is off to Benny’s left and appears to be crying? (I was just so happy someone took the little shit off my hands) Obviously Will stood in as Benny’s best man, that was a given. On the far end of the photo on your side stood Santi who looked dishevelled and pissed off. Was that blood on his shirt? Between him and you stood Frankie who (unusual for him) was sporting a Cheshire grin. Confused, you looked up at the two men in front of you and suddenly noticed real life Santi had a black eye.

“What the fuck happened to you?”

The two men glanced at each other in embarrassment before Santi quietly admitted that he and Frankie had got into a fist fight over who was going to be your right hand man. Will snorts into his hand in the corner.

'God give me strength not to kill these stupid bastards’  Sighing and rubbing your temples you shot them a glare which has the 3 men across from you cowering in their seats.

“So at no point did any of you guys think to put a stop to this madness?” You growl.

“Is the idea of being married to me really the worst thing in the world?” You hear Benny asks quietly, still not looking at you.

The boys have the good grace to look a little ashamed before Santi decides to pipe up and make his defence.

“Well how could we? Benny spent the best part of the night proclaiming his undying love you. Fuck he even serenaded you at the Karaoke bar.” There is a loud thud and Santi’s face  twists into a grimace. Apparently someone had kicked him under the table.

“Yeah right as if Benny would ever say anything like that! He hates my fucking guts. Right Benny?” You scoff and nudge him with your elbow. An uncomfortable silence washes over the table and Benny refuses to look at you. It’s good old Will who breaks the silence, abruptly standing up.

“Why don’t we go sort out the bill yeah?” looking to his brothers.

Santi squawks in outrage and throws up his hands “But it was just getting to the good part!!!” Will grabs him by the collar of his shirt and drags him out of the booth, muttering furiously into his ear before marching him off to god knows where. Frankie reaches over and gently squeezes your hand before sliding out and giving Benny a pat on the shoulder on the way by.

“Good luck hermano” he calls over his shoulder. You wait for a beat before turning to Benny gearing yourself up for a fight.

“Are you fucking serious right now. Or is this all an elaborate game that you and the boys have cooked up Huh?” you hiss.

“You really think I’m that cruel?” he fires back.

“I don’t know! Ever since I met you, you’ve made my life a living hell Benny! So why wouldn’t this not be the next step in the ’ terrorise Tink’ grande scheme?” The remark clearly hits him hard as he whirls round to finally face you.

“You really have no clue do you.”

“What the hell are you talking about Miller?”

Benny scoffs bitterly and takes a deep breath.

“I don’t hate you Tink! I never have. I’m so far gone on you that Will threatens daily to kill me if I don’t shut up about you. Ask him or any of the guys for that matter”. There’s a look of pleading on his face as though begging you to believe what he is saying that leaves you completely floored. Without waiting for a response he barrels on, the dam broken, clearly needing to get everything off his chest at last.

“Do you realise how intimidating it is to talk to you?. You’re amazing and so fucking beautiful Tink that I feel like I can’t breathe every time i look at you. You are hella smart and watching you work on the job blows my mind every time. And that mouth you have on you, no one else ever calls me out on my shit like you. I know I have a sense of humour that people don’t always get. I know I can be a complete asshole and I don’t really have much going in my favour but  I’m not a bad man Tink I swear. I’ve been sweet on you since the day I met you. For some reason though you just seemed to dislike me from the start so it was easier to play up on being an asshole. It hurt less that way.” He trails off.

What. The. Fuck.

You stare at him. Dumbfounded. You’d been wrong the whole time?

“I remember most of last night Tink. We had been drinking and betting at one of the craps tables. You were on a winning streak and kept saying if you rolled a hard 8 you would do this and that. You were having the time of your life Tink. I’ve never seen you look so free. So Happy. Any time you’re around me, you’re always so closed off. And it kills me. But you were looking at me different last night. And i was so caught up in the game I bet if you rolled a hard 8 one more time that we should get married. And you took me up on that offer. I’ve never felt so fucking happy in my life. I know it was a stupid idea and that we were drunk, but you finally chose me and if anything happened to me after that I could die a happy man.”

He gently brings both his hands up to cup your face and leans in close, not enough for your lips to touch but close enough for him to whisper to you.

“I know this whole Vegas thing has been crazy and I’m not asking you to stay married to me. That would be unreasonable. All I’m asking is that you choose me again. That you give me a chance to show you how much I care about you. Please”

You stare into his eyes for a second, looking for a hint of deception. Finding none, you make your decision. You close the gap between you and feel Benny sigh in relief into the kiss.

I  guess there’s a fine line between love and hate.

[nose-bandaid]

Strawberry Kisses (and Ferris Wheel Views)

Wooseok x (gender neutral) Reader | non idol AU fluff fluff fluff ! | 3.5k words

synopsis: you’ve finally returned from your trip aboard, and what’s one of the first things you’re going to do? go to the amusement park with your best friend of course! scary roller coasters, funnel cakes, silly pictures, and ferris wheel views, with wooseok by your side, how could this day not end well? 

a/n: honestly just a fic with a bunch of cliches, but it’s still cute though... at least i think so. i wrote this with a blurry mind i’m so sorry lol, but i hope you enjoy !

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“Slow down for a bit, would you?” You panted, desperately trying to catch up to the man running far ahead of you, a happy bounce evident in every step he took. “My legs can’t catch up.” You sighed as you slowed to a stop, basically talking to yourself at this point. Wooseok took note of your absence by his side and ceased his gleeful skipping to look back at you who had resumed your tired trudging. When you finally caught up, you pouted a little at him for running off like that, but he simply laughed and ruffled your hair.

“Sorry, I just have so much energy after missing my best friend for so long — are you not excited to go on more rides?” He asked, falling into step with you as the two of you continued walking.

You and Wooseok were out at the local amusement park to celebrate your return from a trip overseas for a small job offer. You had a blast over there and it was a great opportunity for you to not only flex your skills, but to also learn new things for future jobs. Though as anyone else would, you also spent a great deal of those days missing your friends back home, especially Wooseok. Video calls and text messages couldn’t compete with actually getting to hang out with your best friend in person.

“Please, I was only gone for two months. And of course I’m excited, but we’ve been walking around for hours now, aren’t you just the slightest bit tired? I could go for some snacks right now.” You replied as you neared the next section of the park. Wooseok’s eyes lit up at the mention of food and nodded enthusiastically.

“Ooh! How about some funnel cakes then?” He pointed at the colourful stand to your left. There was a short line curving around it and a small family occupying one of the tables. In comparison to the neighbouring stalls, it was fairly empty and a good idea. Once you agreed, he grabbed your hand and dragged you along with him to get in line yourselves. At that action, your heart fluttered a bit and your ears were undoubtedly redder than the strawberries that decorated the funnel cake being advertised. 

You had known Wooseok since middle school, starting from when you transferred to his school and was promptly placed in the seat right behind him. Even back then, it obvious that he was a tall boy who was bound to continue on growing in the future, so it ticked you off a little that the teacher somehow managed to overlook that factor when deciding on the seating arrangement. It took a few weeks of cursing him and his height silently, along with missing the occasional set of notes on the board before you worked up the courage to ask him to switch seats with you, after getting the teacher’s permission. Your initial spite melted away when you realized that he was actually a very sweet kid, contrasting to his intimidating appearance. The two of you quickly became good friends, up to the point where you guys were barely be seen without the other by their side.

As time passed, you had developed a crush on him, and that little secret snowballed into a giant mess of feelings by the time you both entered high school. To put it frankly, you were in love with your best friend and you had no idea what to do about it. Sure, you also wavered between others and you dated a little along the way in hopes of getting over Wooseok, but your heart kept returning to the same place until you couldn’t deny your feelings for him anymore. Now that you two were both in university, your clashing schedules and side jobs made it harder to meet up like this. You were most definitely disappointed to be losing precious time with one of your favourite people, however a small part of you was also glad that you’ve finally been given a chance to calm your heart down. From what your friends have noted, your crush on Wooseok was honestly quite obvious and they were surprised that he hadn’t noticed by now. Which at the moment, is something that you’re fine with leaving it as is — you couldn’t bear to see his reaction if he ever found out.

You felt a nudge on your shoulder and you looked up at the person in question, watching him point his head towards the direction of the menu. “Have any idea on what you want? I’ll pay, it’s my treat for your return.”

You fiddled with your ears, trying to hide how nervous you felt as you tried to think through the options. “Uhmm.. honestly, I’m not so sure.” You admitted after a short while. All of the options just seemed too appealing and narrowing them down to just one was nearly impossible.

“Ok then how about we just share one? And save our stomachs for later. The strawberry one seems popular here, let’s get that.”

“S-sure! Let’s do that. I’ll go get us a seat.”

And with that, you quickly left him on his own and made a beeline towards the furthest table available, looking at nothing but the ground as you did. If you had made any progress in hiding the blush that was spreading to your cheeks, it was definitely done in vain, because now your whole face burned.

We’ve always been sharing food together, why is it bothering me so much now? You whined to yourself. All you wanted was to spend a fun day with your best friend before you both had to go back to classes, but the tangled feelings inside your chest refused to let you enjoy it with peace. You mind ran wild, thinking of all the scenarios that could possibly play out on that day and worrying about unintentionally making your feelings for him way too obvious. You shook your head in an attempt to clear your mind of all those thoughts, but nothing seemed to work, and you sighed in defeat.

When Wooseok joined you at the seat, your worries melted away when you saw just how cute the dessert was. The syrup decorated the ice cream with the shape of a cat’s face with two strawberry slices making the ears, along with a bunch of other small decorations scattered here and there. It was, to put it simply, adorable, and looking at it made you feel like a kid again.

“You like it? It was supposed to be flowers or something ‘cause of the promotions, but I asked them to make it into a cat instead.” He laughed.

“Like it? I love it! I’m glad the cat lover in you jumped out because this is so cute.” You gushed, taking some photos as you did.

Wooseok simply smirked at your reaction and began to cut into the cake, killing the cat in the process, much to your dismay. “Here.” The fork in front of your face caught your attention and he signaled for you to take a bite. “You try it first and let me know if it’s good.”

“Are you sacrificing me or something?” You countered, accepting the offer anyways. The sweet flavour brought a smile to your face and you cut off a small piece to feed him in return.

“It’s really good, here —“ Your words were cut short when you noticed Wooseok’s quiet laughter behind the hand covering his mouth. Putting the fork down, you looked at him in bewilderment, not catching onto what he found so funny.

“Sorry,” he stifled another giggle, “It’s just — it’s just that you got some whipped cream on your nose.”

You sighed. “That’s what you’re laughing so hard about?” 

“Hey, it’s really cute.” He defended.

Before you could reach out for a napkin, he stopped you and pulled out his phone.

“Wait, stay like that for a second, I need a picture of this.”

You pouted as he snapped his picture and fiddled with his phone for a bit before he finally accepted the food.

“Oh! You’re right, that is really good.” He agreed, taking another bite (and also stabbing the now disfigured cat a second time).

You finished the cake in no time, and spent the next few hours going on more thrilling rides, looking at the animals in the small zoo they had, watching Wooseok almost fall into the tiger cage after trying to peer too closely at the sleeping creature, and then grabbing another small snack to fill the infinite void in your stomachs. By the time the sun started to set, both of you were clearly tired from the long day of fun you shared.

“Hey,” you tapped Wooseok’s shoulder. He looked up from the shoe he was tying and followed your fingers which were pointing on the ferris wheel nearby. “Let’s go on one last ride and then call it a day. The sunset’s going to look really nice from way up there wouldn’t it?” You suggested excitedly. When he stood up to look at the towering ride with you, you noticed that there was a flash of panic in his eyes and wondered if he was against the idea. 

“Is there something wrong with that? We don’t have to go.” You offered. His face seemed so lost that you worried he had something against ferris wheels.

“Oh... no... It’s just that Yuto said something stupid about ferris wheels the other day, it’s no big deal, I’m cool with going.” He awkwardly gestured for you to lead the way and you dropped the topic for his sake. As you waited in line you felt your phone ping in your back pocket and pulled it out to read a message from Kino.

[ chat with: Kino♡ ]

Kino♡: out on a date with Wooseok?

y/n: ??? how did you know i was with him?

y/n: and it’s not a date, we’re just hanging out at the amusement park>:(

Kino♡: mhmm that’s what they all say:)

Kino♡: he posted a picture of you being a messy eater as usual, it was pretty cute btw

Kino♡: he tagged me as the strawberry at the top:)

Kino♡: what are you guys up to now?

y/n: you’re kidding me, he posted that one out of all the pictures we took today?

y/n: we’re waiting in line for the ferris wheel rn

Kino♡: oh? is this what i think it is?

y/n: if you’re thinking that we’re going to ride the ferris wheel then you’re correct

Kino♡: no i mean like

Kino♡: is it confession time for our dear y/n?? 

y/n: what the heck kino we’ve already discussed this, i’m not telling him about that EVER ok. end of story.

Kino♡: are you not aware that kissing at the top of the ferris wheel is like a thing?

y/n: umm no...? bro i just wanted to ride the ferris wheel that’s it

Kino♡: i’m sighing right now y/n, i really am

Kino♡: Wooseok probably knows of it, he’s watched anime with Yuto before

y/n: oh so that’s what he was talking about earlier...

y/n: Yuto watches those kinds of anime???

Kino♡: Yuto watches a lot of things.

y/n: i —

Kino♡: anyways;) i really do think you should go through with the confession though, if you’re up to it

Kino ♡: i can guarantee you with all of my heart that it will turn out well

Kino ♡: one sec

y/n: and how are you so sure?

y/n: Kino?

y/n: hello?

After a few moments, it was clear that Kino wasn’t going to reply anytime soon and you tucked your phone away once again, sighing.

I was doing perfectly fine without those thoughts man… why did he have to get me thinking about this again?

You glanced at Wooseok, who was looking up at the carriages and shifting side to side almost nervously. You couldn’t help but wonder to yourself… Was Kino being serious? He wouldn’t lie about these kinds of things right? That wasn’t like him.

“Wooseok,” your voice brought him out of his daydream and his head whipped towards yours. “Are you excited?” You tried to play it off as a casual question and did your best to keep an oblivious expression as you waited for his answer. His eyes stared into yours and then lingered at your lips for a moment, long enough for you to notice.

“Yeah, I am. Can’t wait to finally sit on a ride where you won’t be screaming your head off.” He chuckled and patted your head.

“As if you weren’t screaming as well. Who was the one who almost stood up at one of the drops in the last ride? Was it not the one and only Jung Wooseok?” You scoffed back playfully, but your mind was going into overdrive trying to figure him out. It was almost as if Kino’s hint was true… but he’s also acting way too casual if that’s the case. 

You spent the rest of the time waiting in silence.

By the time you finally boarded the carriage, the sun was almost gone, but its colourful hues still streaked the sky beautifully and painted Wooseok’s face in gold as he took a seat in front of you. Before your chat with Kino, you were delighted to be able to view the park from above, but now, there was an unbearable sense of awkwardness between you two. The carriage started and instead of pointing out all the rides you’ve been on and food stalls you’ve visited together, both of you sat in silence, minus the few comments made by the other about the view. As you got closer and closer to the top of the wheel, your stomach sank into a pit of nervousness — you were a mess. You initially had no intentions of confessing to him that day, or ever, really. But now you suddenly felt the responsibility of making a move or else you’d miss the one of the only chances you’ll ever get to confess.

The peak of the ferris wheel arrived and you held your breath in preparation for the moment, but the carriage simply moved past it and made its way back to the bottom. 

Right. It stops at the top on the second round.

You didn’t know if you should’ve felt glad that you had more time to think of at least some coherent words to say to him, or if you should’ve been upset by the fact that you now had even more time to overthink things. You heard the soft ping! from your phone and took a peek at the messages.

[ chat with: Yuto ]

Yuto: Kino wanted me to tell you that I second the idea of confessing

Yuto: I don’t know, he wanted me to tell you this because I’m apparently the closest to Wooseok

Yuto: But I do agree, you should go for it

Yuto: Have you not seen the way he acts around you?

[ chat with: Kino♡]

Kino♡: i just know things~~

Kino♡: did yuto message you? does that make it a little more reassuring?

Kino♡: whatever you decide to do, we’re cheering for you ! ♡

Kino ♡ sent a sticker

You pulled yourself away from your phone, not bothering to reply to the boys and sighed a little too loudly for your liking, as it caught Wooseok’s attention.

“Hey, you’ve been acting weirdly, what’s up?” He gently asked, trying to make eye contact with you, but you refused to look his way. “Y/n?” Concerned laced his voice as he poked your shoulder, trying to coax a response from you.

The carriage jerked to a stop. You took a deep breath and pieced together your tangled thoughts. “Well… it’s just that…” you paused. 

Kino and Yuto have confidence in you… you can do it! You reassured yourself before looking up at Wooseok. 

“I like you, yeah? Like… I like you like you. Which may or may not be a crush I’ve had since high school but that’s not really important. And I know we’ve been friends for so long and it’s probably awkward for me to say this all out of the blue but I really felt like I should tell you this…” You knew you were rambling, but the words just kept on spilling out of your mouth, trying to fill up the silence when he didn’t reply. “And I don’t want to ruin our friendship just know that, so if you don’t feel the same way then you could just, you know, forget that all of this happened and we’ll go back to normal. That’s totally fine you cause you mean a lot more to me than some stupid feelings that are getting in the way. But, it would be really nice if we could, perhaps, go out sometime…?” You didn’t mean for it to end with a question, but you couldn’t ignore the extremely awkward atmosphere. He still hasn’t said a single word and the burning panic in that was eating you inside out. 

Wooseok stared back at you with wide eyes, mouth slightly open. Then he took off his cap and ran his hand through his hair, a shocked expression splayed out on his face. If it weren’t for the current situation, you would’ve thought that he’d just won a game or the lottery, from the way his eyes fluttered around frantically, in search for some validation that this was, in fact, happening. Though you weren’t quite sure whether this was a happy event or not for your friend.

“Woah, wait is this like, for real? You’re not joking right?” His voice sounded hopeful and you felt your heart ease just the tiniest bit at that.

“What? No, I would never joke about this, you know that.”

“Well,” He scoffed a little at the way he was acting. “If that’s the case then like… wow.”

“... Wow?” Your heart sank back to its rock bottom. Was that all he had to say?

He nodded and reached out to pull your hands into his. “Yes, wow. I like you, like you too. For a while now. I never knew you felt the same way.” He confessed, gently rubbing your hands with his long fingers. His voice grew quieter. “I never thought that this would actually happen between us, I don’t think I would’ve ever had the courage to bring it up myself.”

“So… what happens now? What does this make us then?” You took your chances and prayed quietly that he wouldn’t just drop the subject and move on.

“Hmm, well, if I like you, and you like me, then that means you would be up to being my girlfriend right?”

You giggled at his answer and pulled his hands closer to your body. “Yes, of course that means I would like to be your girlfriend, dummy.” The carriage stuttered a little and then began moving once again.

Wooseok let out a contained shout and covered his face with his hands, trying to keep his happiness in check. “I would hug you right now if I could. I am so — this is so —” He smiled and let out a groan before shuffling from his seat to the empty spot on your right, tilting the carriage a bit with the shift of weight. “Here, you get a side hug in the meanwhile.” He leaned into your shoulder and wrapped one arm around you.

You laughed at his cute reaction and gladly accepted it. “Thank you, but they said to keep the carriage balanced, so you should probably go back to your seat before we either fall off and die, or the worker yells at us.” As much as you wanted to have him by your side like this forever, you gently nudged him to get him to move, but he refused.

“Nah, I want to stay here a bit longer, I’ll move before we reach the bottom, they won’t catch me.” He replied cheekily, lacing his hand back into yours. The carriage made its stop at the very top and you both gazed out at the sliver of light that was sinking into the horizon.

“Hey,” Wooseok started softly, “Can I kiss you?”

“Huh?” Even though Kino had, in a way, prepared you for this, your jaw still dropped at his question and you were at a loss for words. 

Like heck yeah you could kiss me, You thought to yourself, but there’s no way I would be able to say that in a cool way... think y/n, think!

“I — I mean like on the cheek maybe?” He added nervously.

“Ah… yes, yes you can.” You managed, and tilted your head a little. In a flash, his lips softly planted a kiss on your heated cheeks and you couldn’t stop the smile that made its way onto your face as you buried it into your hands. Judging from the way Wooseok was giggling a little, you suspected that he was smiling just as much.

“Thank you.” He whispered

“For what, the kiss?”

“No, just thank you. For everything.”

You hummed happily at his reasoning and tapped his hand lightly. “Anything for my favourite boy, I guess. But you should probably go back to your seat or else you’ll actually get yelled at.”

Looking out the window, Wooseok quickly realized just how close to the ground you guys were and practically jumped back into his original seat, trying to act casual when the worker gave him a dirty look while you were let out. The two of you laughed off the encounter as you made your way towards the exit, sharing stories about all the close calls you both experienced when it came to almost exposing your feelings to the other. 

“You know, Yuto and Kino kept on trying to get me to confess to you, and I was really going to do it once. We had this whole thing prepared and I was all dressed and everything but I was weak and backed out last minute. They were so disappointed in me. I even had to watch like 5 seasons of some sappy anime with Yuto to prepare myself for it, but I don’t really know if that was even helpful or necessary.” He laughed as he finished telling you another story.

Ah so they knew... that’s why they had so much confidence in me.

You recounted to Wooseok some of your own stories involving Yuto and Kino as well, and the two of you connected the dots to see how those two were sneakily masterminding a plan to make you into a couple ever since the beginning. The whole time, he held your hand tightly in his and you walked the slightest bit closer to his side, shoulder brushing against his arm every so often, but both of you didn’t mind. As childish and giddy you both must’ve been, it were the little actions such as those, that reinforced the feelings you shared on the ferris wheel.

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bonus:

[ chat with: Yuto ]

Yuto: Hello y/n 

Yuto: Kino is panicking because you didn’t reply to him

Yuto: He thinks he worried you too much and he’s actually about to cry please message him back I don’t know if I can comfort him for that much longer

Yuto: There’s too many typos in his messages how am I supposed to help him...

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i’ve recently found myself in some wooseok loving hours and honestly, that is fine by me. he is so intriguing.

~ tiny

[whatsseobb]

Take On Me (Crystal x Gigi Fanfic)

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It was Nicky’s birthday and they are having a blast. Everything was going so well, everyone having fun except for Gigi. She was ruined. Nothing’s going well anymore, or so she thought. Trigger Warning: There are sensitive topics in the fic including nudes and scandals. I tried my best to resolve it.

The early spring breeze blew past the balcony, throbbing bright lights all around the house with loud music entertaining everyone. Near the pool, three girls were seen taking their shots and giggling at how bitter the alcohol tasted but at the same time numbing their senses, which was favorable to them anyway.

“Happy Birthday, Nicky!” A high-pitched girl cheered, planting a kiss on the cheek of the blonde-haired girl with short waves. Everyone greeted the birthday girl in chorus taking yet another swig of their drinks.

“Thank you, Jan. Thank you to all of you here.” She gave a hug to every person who wished her a happy birthday before walking around the house to say hello to her guests.

“Doll! Happiest birthday to you!” A tall, rosy-haired girl approached her, wrapping her arms around Nicky, before giving her a small paper bag. “I have something for you. I’m sure you’ll like it.”

“You don’t have to, G. Merci!” They linked arms and walked around, greeting the guests.

Everyone knew their name. Everyone followed them on social media, being influencers in their little country college. They all secretly envied the pair, having the kind of lifestyle and popularity they had, getting everyone’s attention even with just appearing in a room. However, they had nothing against them. It’s the reason why they are two of the most beloved students in their school.

 “Let me drive in peace!” The sapphire-haired girl yelled at her friends as they approach the birthday girl’s house. “It’s just around the corner, right?”

“We’re so late for the party, Crystal. Why did it have to take you so long just to choose which pair of shorts and cheetah-printed shirt you are going to wear to the party?”

“I am pretty sure you don’t want to walk to Nicky’s house alone.” Crystal flashed a smile through the rear view mirror, showing it to Jackie who was sitting on the backseat of the pick-up truck. “Look at Heidi here, just focusing on getting enough sssleep.” She tried to copy Heidi’s whistle, chuckling on her own little joke.

“But seriously, why did it take you so long to get ready? It’s not as if Gigi’s going to look at you tonight.” The sapphire-haired girl shot a look through the mirror on Jackie before turning her eyes back to the road. “Girl, she just broke up with Adam. What makes you think she’s going to go after you anyway?”

The pink-haired girl had been Crystal’s long-time crush. She hardly ever looked at any of the students in their school. She was too busy living in her own world to take a glance at the people around her. It was during a Geometry class that they shared together back in high school when Crystal first noticed the girl.

 “Knock knock?” A soft voice came from the door. There stood a slim girl with luscious pink locks, holding her books to her chest. “I am really sorry I am late, Ms. Visage. I got caught up in-“

“It’s alright, Miss Goode. Take your seat. Okay, class let’s proceed…” The teacher just gave her a smile and allowed her to go in. Everyone was just charmed with her presence, they can’t even get mad at her even if she tried to. Not as if she would want to.

The pink-haired girl ran to the back of the classroom, near the windows and settled down. She noticed the girl beside her, scribbling random doodles in her notebook using a variety of colored pencils. Her mind was obviously not in the room, Gigi can tell by the look on her face.

“Miss Methyd, how do you get the hypotenuse of this triangle? Will you show it for us on the board or should we also look for the answers from the tree outside?” The girl beside Gigi snapped back to reality as her name was called by the teacher. She blinked a couple of times before lowering down her head, a tint of red flushing on her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Visage.” She uttered softly. The pink-haired girl felt bad at how the teacher treated her. She bit her lower lip, slowly scooting closer to the girl.

“Hey.” She whispered softly. “I can show you how to get it. Give me your notebook.”

Feeling embarrassed, the girl shakily handed her notebook to her seatmate, receiving a soft giggle as the other girl took a look on her journal.

“Your notebook’s quite filled with glitters, I like it.” She jotted down a few notes while still making sure she was listening to the teacher. Gigi took enough care that she was able to write the notes down step by step for the other girl to easily understand the lesson.

After a while, she nudged the notebook back to her seatmate. “Hey, I know it’s kinda hard to understand the topic but I hope this will help you. If you need anything else, you can just come and see me.” She flashed a bright smile to the girl before turning back to listen to the class discussion.

The other girl can’t help but be mesmerized by how kindhearted Gigi was. The pink-haired girl definitely did not know her name or even knew of her existence until that day but the sapphire-haired girl made sure to know Gigi from that day on.

 At last, the group arrived to the late night celebration of Nicky’s birthday. They entered the house which was packed with a lot of their college friends and classmates. Loud music was heard all around, there were people dancing in the middle of the living room, some chose to stay near the kitchen to get their drinks, while some occupied the tables where they held their beer pong games.

“I’ll get us some beer.” Jackie said to her friends before walking to the kitchen. Heidi and Crystal decided to look around and search for the celebrant. After a few minutes, they were able to spot the pair near the pool.

Before they can even reach the two girls, Heidi’s phone rang. She dug into her pocket and checked the notification that she just received. “Oh wait, what’s this?”

The room turned silent. Everyone was looking on their phone before lifting their heads up to glance at the rosy-haired girl. A look of confusion washed up her face before the celebrant showed her the phone screen.

A picture has been leaked on the students’ chat rooms. It was a mirror photo of a slim girl with fair skin, luscious pink locks covering her bare chest. The face was covered but unluckily for Gigi, everyone had an idea who it was.

Gigi’s face lost its color, completely stunned at what she saw as she rushed towards her ex. She darted her dark brown orbs to him, shooting daggers through her eyes.

“Ooooh… Miss Nice on the streets but Miss Naughty on the sheets.” One of Adam’s friends cooed, smirking towards Gigi.

A loud slap was heard across the hall as Gigi planted her palm on her ex’s face. She sprinted towards the door, not minding how much in pain her hand was in. Her friend Nicky tried to follow her, catching her by the wrist as she ran but Gigi swatted it away.

With her eyes blurry from the tears she was trying to hold back, she was not able to see the blue-haired girl standing on her way. Their shoulders touched harshly but she did not mind it. She continued dashing towards the door. Crystal was in panic. She had no idea what had happened but she had the urged on the pit of her stomach to follow the girl.

“I’ll be right back. You can start without me.” She advised her friend before running towards the door to where Gigi might have went.

It took her a minute to locate the tall girl. She saw her sitting down on the pavement, hugging her knees to her chest with her face buried down. Low whimpers were heard as Crystal slowly approached the girl. She bit her lower lip between her teeth, attempting to place a hand on the girl’s back but pulling it back immediately.

“Get away from me. I’m disgusting.” Gigi snapped at Crystal, thinking she can push her away with her unkind words. However, the sapphire-haired girl was determined to be there for her. Just like how she was before when Crystal needed her.

“I… You can have this.” She hurriedly looked for her handkerchief from her pockets and handed it to Gigi. “It’s all yours. Use it as much as you need to.”

“I don’t need this. You can now go back to the party and discuss how gross and scandalous I am.”

“W-what? What happened?” Crystal actually had no idea. She was not able to check Heidi’s phone when she showed it to her. She was too busy looking at Gigi to notice anything else around her at that time.

“Check your phone. That Adam leaked a photo of mine.” The sapphire-haired girl was appalled at the reason why Gigi was crying. She had the urge to run to the guy and punch him in the face but she would rather be there for the girl. She decided not to follow Gigi’s advice, leaving her phone inside her pocket. She did not want to see anything she was not supposed to look at, especially a private photo of someone that was supposed to be kept in secret.

Crystal sat beside Gigi, hugging her knees as well. She was set on being with the girl to comfort her. What she felt for her was not even the reason she was there, she just knew the girl needed someone to be there. However, her heart was truly in rage, pumping real hard as she realized how close she was sitting beside her.

“Why… why are you still here?” The tall girl stuttered. Tears continued to stream down her face as she took a glance of the girl.

Crystal just had the most outrageous idea. She was almost sure the other girl would reject it but she wanted to try anyway.

“Do you… perhaps… want to go for a drive?”

Silence filled the air as Crystal’s eyes laid on Gigi, waiting if she would answer or not.

“I… I was just thinking that it might take your mind off things. I won’t mind driving. But if you don’t want, it’s totally fine. We can stay here.”

It took a minute before the pink-haired girl responded. She gave a small nod towards Crystal, biting her lower lip as she wiped off her tears. The other girl stood up, offering her hand to Gigi before pulling her up.

“Let me go and quickly get my truck. It’s the silver one over there.”

The two settled down inside the truck, Gigi sitting in front beside Crystal. She turned some music on as she drove around the block.

“If you want to keep on crying, let it all out. I don’t mind, to be honest.” Crystal said in a soft voice as she focused her attention on the road. She was driving around with no destination to go.

 It took a while before anything was heard from Gigi. One moment she was just staring at the landscape through the opened car window, next she found herself bursting into tears. She could not accept how her reputation and dignity was ruined with just one photograph. She wanted to get mad at her ex however, she felt angrier at herself, thinking how stupid she was to send him that. She felt ruined. Her insides shattered once more as she remembered the look on everyone’s faces. They were surely surprised. The words of Adam’s friend echoed in her mind, allowing her to cry loudly.

Her cries broke Crystal’s heart. She had never expected to see her like this, she never wanted to. For her, she was always smiling, offering her kind help to those who needed it. She didn’t deserve to cry like this, the sapphire-haired girl thought. She poked through her pockets once more and handed the other girl her handkerchief.

This time, Gigi did not hesitate. With her hand shaking uncontrollably, she took the piece of cloth from Crystal and used it to wipe of the sadness from her face. However, her eyes kept on crying, pain obviously felt on her chest. Crystal remained quiet, just the music from the speakers surrounded the interior of the car.  

Crystal loved old songs from the last century, that’s the reason the music playing were from a different era. ‘Crazy For You’ by Madonna played on the speakers.

I see you through the smokey air Can't you feel the weight of my stare You're so close but still a world away What I'm dying to say, is that I'm crazy for you~

The sapphire-haired girl snatched a glance from the girl sitting beside her as she mouthed the lyrics of the song. They were now surrounded by fields, the night sky shining with millions of stars. They drove in silence, the pink-haired girl had enough cry for the night.

A few minutes later, another song played inside the car.

How will I know if he really loves me? I say a prayer with every heartbeat I fall in love whenever we meet~

Little did she know, Crystal started singing along as she drove off. Her eyes were focused on the road that she was not able to notice Gigi staring at her. It was mesmerizing for the tall girl to listen to Crystal’s voice. There was just something in it that made her feel comfortable throughout the drive.

“Ooh, tell me how will I know~”

“Don't trust your feelings~” A shaky voice echoed beside Crystal.

“How will I know? How will I know~”

“Love can be deceiving~” A giggle came out of Crystal’s lips as she realized that the pink-haired girl beside her started singing along. It was refreshing for her to hear that, especially after what happened a few moments back. They caught each other’s eyes and let out a chuckle as they continued to duet the entire song.

Seeing Gigi’s lips forming into a genuine smile was like a treasure finally discovered for Crystal. Watching the girl sang along with her caused her heart to beat rapidly.

“I wonder what the next song wi- A-ha! Oh gosh I love this song!” A high-pitched squeak was heard inside the car as Gigi started to move her hands to the beat of the song, enjoying the melody.

“We're talking away I don't know what I'm to say I'll say it anyway Today's another day to find you Shying away I'll be coming for your love, okay?~” Gigi sang along, dancing in her seat. Crystal’s eyebrows furrowed as she watched how enthusiastic the girl was towards the song.

“Favourite song?” Crystal ended up being shushed by Gigi as the girl continued singing. She would even put her head out of the window like a gleeful dog taking a drive around town for the first time. Watching Gigi had her own concert inside Crystal’s car made her feel delighted that the girl seemed to be enjoying herself and distracted from the previous event that had happened back in Nicky’s house.

The next song played and the two sang a duet again on top of their lungs. It didn’t matter if they were heard outside. They didn’t care how loud they were or how hoarse they might sound. What mattered to them was that moment they shared inside the car, singing together in harmony.

 After a few minutes, they reached a cliff which exposed a breathtaking view of their small little city. It was a silhouette of the buildings and houses and on top spread the nighttime blanket filled with bright stars. They stayed inside for a minute, quiet as they both take in the scenery.

“It’s beautiful up here. How did you discover this place?” Gigi turned to look at the sapphire-haired girl, tilting her head to one side as she await for an answer.

“I accidentally drove here back in high school. I used to go here when I wanted to get lost in my thoughts, to draw or just an escape.”

“What did you want to escape from?” The pink-haired girl had her seatbelt unbuckled, crossing her legs and turning to face Crystal.

“Well, a lot of teenage problems, I guess. Oh and how badly I wanted to get out of that school. I don’t want to have math classes anymore, it was awful!”

“I understand that. Everyone had terrible high school experiences. Gladly, it is all done now and we have learned from it. Plus, we’re in college now. We can do more things than we used to before.”

“But I still can’t do math.”

A light hit touched Crystal’s shoulder as Gigi let out a soft chuckle. “Crystal, remember Ms. Visage? Gosh, I wish I had helped you out more. But I must say, you staring out the window produced some amazing abstract art in your notebook.”

Crystal’s face dropped. Gigi remembers? She thought to herself. She obviously did not expect Gigi to know her let alone remember that she was part of her high school life. She thought she was just some invisible blob that walked in the school grounds, her friends are the only one who knows that she exist.

Ever since high school, Gigi had been one of the popular girls. Contrary to the norm, the rosy-haired girl was not the mean girl she was expected to be. She was charming and enchanting, always helping others without asking for anything in return. Her smile was like honey sprinkled with stars, sweet and full of shine. She could walk inside the room and everyone would drop what they were doing just to gobble up her presence. Or was it just Crystal who’s like that?

“Hey, did I say something wrong?” Gigi’s worried voice echoed inside the car as she put a hand on top of Crystal’s knee.

“Oh, no no, I am fine. I just did not expect you to know me.”

“What? Would I even go with you here right now if I don’t know who you are?”

“I… I don’t know. Uhm, I thought you just wanted to be somewhere with a stranger to clear your mind. I-“

“Crystal Elizabeth Methyd. Geometry, Physical Ed, Painting, AP History, Foreign Languages. I think we had homeroom too. Those are just some of the subjects we had together. Maybe you’re the one who can’t remember me.” The pink-haired girl teased Crystal.

Of course Gigi remembered. Every morning while waiting for homeroom, Gigi usually stayed near Nicky’s locker area. Nicky was never suspicious before. It was what she got used to doing with her friend. But when the tall girl always insisted on standing there until the bell rang, she had to find the reason why. As they exchanged stories near her locker, she would watch Gigi’s eyes and follow where it was looking. On the other side of the hall stood a flamboyant ball of sunshine, clothes that were definitely not found in their era but looked like it came out from an 80’s magazine. Her sapphire blue hair resting above her shoulders.  

“She’s colorful, isn’t she?” Nicky nudged her friend, putting her back to her senses.

“Who? Crystal? Yeah. She’s quite eye-catching, you see. I- I mean it’s because she’s like a rainbow, you just want to keep staring at it.” Gigi had mouthed the last few words.

The French girl thought it was just because of the vibrant hues the other girl was wearing which made her friend gaze at Crystal. As soon as she heard what Gigi blurted out unknowingly, all the pieces fit perfectly together. It was not just in the morning. During their art class, they always got to present their work in front. Whenever it was Crystal’s turn to share, the rosy-haired girl would shift her seat and lean forward, taking in all the words that the other girl was saying. The attention she gave to the girl was different than how she usually talked to other students. There was just something in Crystal that the tall girl found enticing and mesmerizing.

 As the two girls chatted inside of Crystal’s car, ‘Suddenly’ by Billy Ocean played on the speakers.

I used to think that love was just a fairy tale Until that first hello until that first smile~

The sapphire-haired girl turned her head to look at the girl sitting beside her who was beaming as she shared a story of their prom back in high school. She looked at her as if she was trying to memorize every freckle and point of her face. Crystal directed her eyes on a clump of rosy-colored hair, being twisted on Gigi’s fingers.  Her velvety lashes blinked slowly as her sweet cherry lips delivered her story. Her coral-tinted cheeks moving as she talked, positioned perfectly on the sides of her mouth. The girl’s eyes traced down her elegantly straight nose, positioned perfectly on top of the tall girl’s grin. She can’t help it, Crystal’s eyes kept drawing back to the girl’s lips.

Suddenly life has new meaning to me There's beauty up above and things we never take notice of You wake up suddenly you're in love~

“I am just so glad that you are here right now, Crystal.” The pink-haired girl mumbled as her fingers played with the handkerchief. “It has been an awful night. I thought it would have been fun because it is Nicky’s birthday. But that Adam had to ruin everything. Do I really deserve this?”

No.

Crystal’s dark orbs shifted towards the rosy-haired girl, her hand reaching to comfort Gigi. Her thumb stroking the top of the other girl’s hand as she offered her a small smile to let her know that she was there for her.

“Thank you.”

“It may be very difficult for you right now but who cares what other people say? It’s as if they don’t take photos themselves. It is never your fault to do something like that. Never your fault, alright?”

The pink-haired girl moved closer to Crystal, wrapping her slim arms around the other girl. She was took by surprise but immediately wrapped her into a warm embrace. She let her hand stroke the other girl’s back, slightly running her fingers through her hair. It felt like an eternity before Gigi pulled back slightly. Their face were inches away from each other. The two girls gazed into each other’s eyes as the pink-haired girl found comfort within Crystal’s dark orbs. The sapphire-haired girl beamed slightly, as she titled her head to the right side. She took a deep breath, her heart beating quickly as she came closer to the other girl. She knew that if she gets through this, the little seedling in her heart for Gigi would no longer be small. How she would look at the world, how she would see every waking moment would change. She knew that in doing this, they would never be the same. She waited, trying to see if the other girl would move away or anything but she was just there, her eyes locked with hers. Then she kissed Gigi. She planted her lips, longing to be graced by the softness of Gigi’s mouth. As their lips touched, the seedling inside her bloomed into a beautiful flower.

Crystal’s hand made its way to Gigi’s cheek, stroking it softly as their lips molded together. The rosy-haired girl scooting closer, leaning against the other girl as they poured their feelings into the kiss.

The sapphire-haired girl was the first one to break away, licking her lower lip as she glanced at Gigi. The pair shared a low chuckle, surely surprised at how the night ended for the both of them. The rosy-haired girl leaned in once more to give Crystal’s lips a peck, giggling before shifting back to her seat. She combed her hair through her fingers, a huge grin spread across her face as she opened the car door and hopped outside. Her reaction made the other girl shake her head as she followed her, walking to sit at the hood of Crystal’s truck.

 While the two girls were gone, tension filled the ambiance of the party. Everyone was astounded at how fast the things were happening. One moment, Adam was being slapped and the next thing was Nicky asking for all their phones. She was her best friend anyway and the least she could do was to abolish any record of the photograph that was leaked. She wanted everyone to delete it and leave no trace. Their group also made sure of this by checking all the phones and asking everyone if they have sent it anywhere else to avoid having it spread somewhere else.  

Nicky’s boyfriend was the one who took care of Adam and his friends. He did it as calmly as possible, talking to them and asking them to erase any data regarding the scandal. It was a good thing that he was a senior in college and used his seniority to warn the boys. One thing that Gigi liked about Adam was that he knew how to listen. What he did to her was inexcusable but he knew that he did a mistake and deeply regretted it. He did it due to anger but that was never a valid reason. He thought Gigi might not be able to forgive him but he would do anything just to make it up to her.

Baby, you're all that I want When you're lyin' here in my arms I'm findin' it hard to believe We're in heaven~

The couple had their hands laced together as they listened to Bryan Adam’s Heaven from the speaker inside the truck. Gigi pulling it closer to her lap as she rubbed her thumb against the back of Crystal’s hand with her head nestling against the blue-haired girl’s shoulder. The flower in Crystal’s chest fully blossoming, growing into a mesmerizing and charming bouquet for the girl sitting beside her. They stayed in place with comfortable silence being shared between them as they watched the dawn breaking in front of their eyes.

[eddieeatsass]

Pocket Sized - Kinktober 2019 Prompt: Micro/Macro

Summary: Richie comes home to find Eddie sitting on his bed, only, there’s something horrifyingly different about him. Pairing: Reddie Rating: E Warnings: Smut, explicit language Disclaimer: This was given to me as a prompt for Kinktober, as something out of my comfort zone to challenge myself, so I hope I did it justice. I've never even read a micro/macro fic before, as it's not really my thing, but I had a lot of fun with this. Also, this is my first time ever writing something that takes place in the canon world, so let me just take a moment to say FUCK PENISWISE. (also in this fic even when pennywise is in hibernation or whatever, he's still able to terrorize derry in various ways, so... just go with it)

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If living in Derry had taught Richie anything, it was to not be surprised by the sheer weirdness of the going-ons in their town. By the age of 17, so many inexplicable circumstances had wrapped their claws around Richie and dragged him through the mud that he’d have permanent dirt stains on his soul forever.

Things had certainly settled down in the years since him and the other losers had faced Pennywise; a child-eating clown had its way of making other things look small in comparison, but there were still moments when Richie’s spine shook with the frightening reminder that Derry was not a normal town. Like when he’d catch a glimpse of a headless man driving by him on the highway, or when spiders crawled out of Mary Gretsky’s ears in homeroom.

In all the Derry weirdness he’d encountered, however, what was before him was horrifying of a whole other variety.

 “E-Eddie?” Richie stuttered out, still unbelieving what his eyes were telling him. Upon his bed, settled on his pillow like a chocolate truffle at a hotel, was what appeared to be a miniature sized version of his best friend.

A voice responded, familiar, but pitched higher than normal. Richie had to get closer to hear what it was saying.

“Yes it’s me, you idiot. What, do your glasses suddenly not work?” The small Eddie squeaked with a smirk on his lips.

Richie considered it for a second. Could it be his glasses causing this… absurdity? Maybe if he took them off, blinked, and squinted really hard, Eddie would be back to normal. Blurry, but back to normal. He tested the theory, only for Eddie to turn into an out of focus fuzz, now even smaller than before. Richie readjusted his glasses and sighed, admitting defeat to the strangeness that had introduced himself.

“Well excuse me for being a little surprised when I walk into my room and find my tiniest friend has shrunk to an even tinier size.”

“I did it for you… you don’t like it?” Eddie pouted.

“I- you- what?” Richie’s head reeled with the inability to understand all the impossible things developing around him, a pressure creeping itself behind his eye sockets.

He blinked, and suddenly found himself sitting on the bed. He didn’t remember sitting down… didn’t remember walking across the room or dropping his backpack on his desk chair. Yet somehow his environment had changed as if a scene cut in a movie.

A small tickle on his hand brought his attention back to the present. He looked down and saw Eddie was sitting in his palm, idly playing with one of his fingers in curiosity.

“What do you mean you… did this… for me? How- and- and why?” Richie raised Eddie to eye level, holding his hand flat so Eddie stayed cradled within it.

“I know you think about me.” Eddie giggled, as if delighted he’d discovered a secret that Richie hadn’t told anyone. Richie felt his throat begin to close and his ears ring hot.

“You think about how small I am, how big your hands are when you splay them across my back to steer me in the hallway or steal my drink from my hold when we’re at lunch.”

Eddie was reading Richie like a book, a book that Richie himself didn’t even read for fear of indulging in its sinful contents. How had he… how could anyone have known? Richie kept these feelings locked up deep inside; didn’t even dare write his feelings down in a diary, too worried the homophobia around him would materialize into a monster capable of reading and spread all of his dirty thoughts to the world.

“I thought you’d like it even better if I was smaller.” Eddie finished.

When Richie looked back down, he found Eddie completely nude. There weren’t clothes strewn about, it was as if they’d just vanished, as if Eddie had never been wearing them in the first place.

Eddie was smaller alright. In fact, he couldn’t have been bigger than seven, maybe eight inches at most. Richie wanted to laugh at the fact that miniature Eddie was still bigger than Richie’s dick by a couple of inches, though he’d never admit it to anyone.

“Come on Rich, don’t you wanna touch me?” Eddie goaded, tugging on Richie’s thumb impatiently as if he wasn’t giving him enough attention.

“Eds, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Something really weird is going on and I- you’re not yourself right now-”

“I’m better.”

“No, you’re-”

“No one will find out this way, Richie. You can touch me as much as you want, and no one will ever know. I’m the easiest secret to hide; small enough to fit in your pocket.”

Richie knew something was wrong, could feel it creeping up his spine and nudging at the back of his head. But he’d wanted this for so long, had repressed these feelings and thoughts and wants for years… it was hard to deny this little moment of pleasure.

Holding his one hand still, he lifted his other with shaking fingers, but paused halfway when he realized he wasn’t quite sure what to do. Sure, he’d jerked his own cock before, but he’d never… and Eddie was so small now… how was he even meant to…

Eddie smiled calmly, a calm that should have been reassuring, but churned Richie’s gut with nerves instead. Eddie turned over in his palm, getting on all fours and holding on to Richie’s index and ring finger to keep himself steady. What presented itself to Richie was a beautiful sight; two round cheeks spread to reveal a hole so small it looked more like a beauty mark than anything.

Richie finally decided on bringing his finger up and running it down Eddie’s back. Light goosebumps erupted on that tan, freckled flesh, and it caused the same reaction on Richie’s skin as he swallowed thickly.

Repeating the motion, he ran his finger down Eddie’s back, but this time let it slip down between those cheeks that held the promised land Eddie seemed to be offering.

“Fuck…” Richie breathed heavily, just noticing for the first time how hard his cock was in his own pants. He’d been too caught up in the weirdness of it all to think about how undeniably hot this was.

“You don’t have to be so gentle with me, Rich. I’m not gonna break.” Eddie teased, arching his back a little farther. Richie didn’t quite believe him, took in how tiny he really was and thought it impossible to touch him without wrecking him… but wrecking him sounded pretty good, if Richie was being honest.

 Richie brought his hand up to his mouth and darted his tongue out, just once, testing the waters as he lapped at Eddie’s entire backside before pulling away.

Eddie moaned surprisingly loud for such a small body, petering off into a whine as he was pulled away from the wet heat.

“Do that again.” He begged, pulling on Richie’s fingers like they were controls to a machine.

So, of course, Richie obliged. And then again. And then a few times more until Eddie had sat up on his heels and began fucking himself on Richie’s tongue. The tip of it slipped between Eddie’s legs and provided friction for his cock and balls, while the brunt of his tongue stood in as a makeshift chair, on which Eddie writhed like he was on fire.

Richie, meanwhile, was trying to undo his pants one handed, which proved to be a feat harder than it sounded. He imagined it was probably a hilarious sight, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, drooling into the palm of his hand, while his other struggled to get a simple belt undone.

Once he’d finally freed his ruddy cock and gotten a hand around it, Eddie was crawling off his tongue and situating himself on his back, legs spread lewdly in a way that framed a tiny cock of his own. It almost didn’t look real, looked like it might have been molded from clay within a thimble, but the sheen of pre-cum that coated the head proved otherwise.

“Fuck me, Richie.” Eddie said, reclining even further against where he rested against Richie’s fingers.

Richie had to squeeze the base of his cock to keep from cumming immediately. Surely, he couldn’t, there was no way Eddie’s body could take it-

“I can take it.” Eddie answered, as if reading Richie’s mind through his trepidation.

Richie inspected the area, noting that Eddie’s cock, thighs, and ass were all literally dripping with saliva. In fact, he was sort of laying in a small puddle of it, though he didn’t seem at all bothered. Richie wondered if he should still grab the lotion he kept on his bedside table, just in case they needed extra lubrication, but then Eddie was writhing again and ushering the thought to the furthest corner of Richie’s mind.

“Please- Richie- I need you-”

“Right, yeah of course, uhhhhh-”

Richie looked down at his own weeping cock, and then around his room frantically, as if he would be able to find something to help him out. A third hand maybe? He finally settled for laying across his bed on his stomach, pillow under his chest and hips pressed firmly against his soft bed sheets. He propped himself up on his elbows, so both of his hands were in front of him. From this angle, it looked a bit as though he was acting out a puppet show. If it weren’t for the pulsing reminder of the adulthood between his legs, he’d almost have slipped into memories of playing with childhood toys.

With expert precision, Richie eagerly lined his pinky finger up with Eddie’s entrance. From up close, it looked more like a tiny rose bud, puckered up invitingly and fluttering every time Eddie moaned, needy and desperate. Richie swallowed once, held his breath, and began gently pushing against the ring of muscle.

To Richie’s shock, it opened with zero resistance, almost sucking Richie’s finger in until he hit the first knuckle. Now, Richie didn’t know much about bodies, or sex, but he knew from the whispers he’d heard under the bleachers at school that “taking it in the ass hurts” and “queers enjoy the pain”. So, suffice to say, this seemed abnormal. But then again, what wasn’t abnormal about your best friend shrinking to the size of a doll and begging to be fucked.

“More.” Eddie moaned, trying to shift himself down further on Richie’s smallest finger. The sight was obscene in the most intoxicating way.

Richie pushed a little and watched as Eddie’s body took him to the second knuckle. Eddie’s lower stomach bulged, and it made Richie grind his hips down into his mattress with an intensity he’d never felt before. God, he felt nauseous and lightheaded and dizzy but so delighted, drunk off Eddie’s cries, spurred on by his encouragements.

Eddie’s hole slid up and down his finger with ease, fitting him like a ring. Richie didn’t have to do much moving, much like with his tongue earlier, Eddie was happy to take control and fuck himself down on to Richie’s hand. Richie was thankful, honestly, because with his current level of arousal, he wasn’t sure if he could focus on much more than rutting into his bed.

“So good- fuck- so small, Eds-” Richie’s tongue was heavy in his mouth, his words slurring out between his lips without permission.

“See? Doesn’t this feel good, Richie? Letting go, giving in to the darkness.” Eddie’s voice didn’t seem to match his body, floating by almost as if whispered by the wind. It made the hair on Richie’s body stand on end, but he was too far gone to care.

Eddie’s small frame was clenching around Richie’s pinky, giving warning to his oncoming climax.

“Rich- Richie- fuck, Rich!” And with a cry that rang almost eerie, Eddie was convulsing in Richie’s palm. His toes, no larger than jellybeans, curling in on themselves, as his torso buckled over and he clung around the base of Richie’s pinky finger to steady himself.

He composed himself shockingly quickly, sitting back up, still impaled on Richie’s finger, as if he hadn’t just had the life fucked out of him. His eyes locked with Richie’s, and with urgency, he asked Richie something that would forever be seared into his mind.

“Cum on me.”

Richie’s hips stuttered from where they’d been rhythmically humping himself closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck…” Was all Richie could say before he was scrambling up on his knees, bringing the palm of his hand that held Eddie just under the head of his cock, and began pumping himself with the other.

It didn’t take long, maybe all of five seconds for Richie to be pouring into his own hand, watching as Eddie’s body was completely coated in the white, sticky mess. Something yelled in the back of his mind, reminding him ‘Eddie would hate this! Eddie would think this was unclean!’ but he ignored it in favor of watching the fantasy play out right before his eyes. It was too tantalizing not to.

Once all the shocks had wracked his tall frame, and he’d gotten as much out of his spent cock as he possibly could, Richie collapsed onto his back. He held his hand, and subsequently his cum covered Eddie, above the mattress, avoiding more of a mess than necessary. He let his eyes drift shut for a moment, his head spinning with thoughts of what just happened, and what comes next.

 Richie reopened his eyes a moment later, clarity starting to come back to him as if he’d just woken up from a dream. He sat up, prepared to discuss the inevitable, when he found his hand empty, bar for his own cum. Feverishly, Richie’s eyes darted around his bed, his desk, his bookcase, even peered at the window, but there was absolutely no sign of Eddie anywhere.

“… Eddie?” Richie whispered into the empty room, his heart clenching when there was no reply.

Had… he imagined all of that? No, there was no way, it had been too real.

His phone ringing from across the room caused him to jump out of his skin, darting over to it before the rest of him could even respond. He had the receiver pulled to his ear so fast his cock was still hanging out of his pants. He tucked it away shyly and grabbed a tissue to clean up his hand while greeting whoever was on the other line.

“Now, didn’t IT feel nice?” A voice sang from the other end of the line, a voice not unfamiliar, but not easily placeable. It was a little rough, and high pitched like an adult trying to mimic a child. The voice had odd inflections, kind of drawn out but not in a dull or drowsy way.

“W-what?” Richie found himself stuttering out of fear, then immediately chastising himself for becoming big Bill over a measly phone call. He cleared his throat and retried, this time making sure to puff out his chest in a faux display of confidence. “What?”

“I said, didn’t it feel nice?”

Richie froze. A new voice, one he knew like the back of his hand.

“Did… what… feel nice…” Richie asked cautiously.

“Wow, okay, your diet of coke and licorice really has made you brain dead. I said, didn’t it feel nice to have real energy, instead of the sugar high you’re always running on?  I can try and get my mom to pack me extra salad tomorrow too, but only if you promise not to spit the pieces of carrot back into my container again.”

Richie vividly remembered what Eddie was referring to. Earlier at lunch, they’d shared his salad since his mom had packed him too much, and Richie, as per usual, had packed 5 dollars in a paper bag along with a can of soda. What he couldn’t remember, however, was how he’d gotten on the phone with Eddie in the first place. Had he been here long? His head felt foggy, his thoughts turning to molasses when he tried to wade through them.

“Eds, did you call me just to talk lettuce?” Richie pinched the bridge of his nose, leaning his elbows against his desk and hunching forward.

“Uh, you called me… Rich, what’s going on?”

Panic rose up like bile in Richie’s throat, and it’s the panic that caused him to ask what came next.

“Were you in my room earlier?”

The silence was tense as he waited for an answer.

“What are you talking about?” Eddie asked slowly, the humor in his voice verging on anxious, like he felt he was being left out of a joke.

Richie sighed, slumping lower in his chair and letting his hand fall from his face.

“Nothing, never mind.”

“Okay, weirdo. Anyway, Bill wants to meet up at the Quarry tomorrow at noon. He said to bring your swimming trunks and any snacks you can smuggle out of your kitchen without your mom noticing. I think Beverly is bringing chips, and Ben mentioned something about chocolate Ding Dongs-”

“Do you wanna go to the movies instead?” Richie asked, bravery manifesting from sheer lack of caring. In the last hour, his emotions and cognition had been pulled apart in so many directions and squished back together like silly putty; he just couldn’t find it in him to care anymore. What was real, what wasn’t, it didn’t matter. He wanted to take Eddie to the movies, so he was going to ask. Simple as that.

“Uhhh, sure, but we’ll have to call everyone tonight and try and get them to change their minds.” Eddie answered, not fully sold on the idea but always one to hop on alongside Richie regardless.

“No, Eds, I mean just us.”

“But Bill-”

“Screw Bill. Can I take you to the movies or not?”

The rephrasing was bold, removing any doubt in Eddie’s mind of what Richie’s intentions were. It took a while for Eddie to answer, almost too long, long enough that Richie was about to begin back tracking when a small squeak interrupted him.

“Yeah.”

Richie’s heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t expecting this, or, well he hadn’t been expecting anything really. His courage had been fleeting and now he was quickly deflating under the pressure of following up.

“Y-yeah?” Richie confirmed, chewing on his bottom lip anxiously.

“You gonna pick me up on your bike? Let me ride on your handlebars?” Eddie teased, managing to diffuse some of the tension they both felt from this unspoken agreement to tip toe into dangerous waters together.

“That’s not the only thing I’ll let you ride.” Richie quipped.

“Goodbye, Richie.” Eddie snapped with no real bite. Richie could picture the roll of his eyes that would mask the small smirk hiding behind those features, an action he loved.

“Bye, Eds.” Richie answered into the receiver, though the line had gone dead.

Distantly, Richie thought he could hear laughter, unhinged and maniacal, but as quick as it came it disappeared, replaced once again with the dial tone.

[paperficwriter]

Garou x reader, Misc 15

(cut is for length, not for content, continued from this fic!)

Look at Me

“This isn’t really coming out. That’s not a huge issue for you, is it?”

You have your fingers in thick suds as you rub Garou’s skull as gently as you can while still trying to wash the red out of his hair. Yes, this is how you are describing it, “the red”; because when you asked if he had gotten a bad dye job, he said no, and everything up to this point has made it pretty clear you don’t want any additional details about Garou’s affairs.

He wiggles a little in the chair you have placed in front of the sink so he could drop his head back into the basin. It’s easy for him - you can’t get over how tall he is - and he seems comfortable enough. In fact, he’s got a stupid smile on his face. “Yeah, s’fine, just keep doing that.”

“…did you already know it wasn’t going to wash out?”

“No, actually I had no idea.” When you massage at the back of his neck, you could swear he purrs. “Don’t stop.”

You can’t help but smile and shake your head, and then you give him a little push with your elbow. “If I knew you didn’t have any money, I would have gotten you something to eat, you know.”

This time, instead of you running into him, he literally ran into you on the street, so hard that for a second you thought a car had mounted the sidewalk. Your nose started bleeding, and over the blurriness of your eyes you could see him continue running at first. Well, someone like him, because the red hair and the one terrible red eye he turned to you were new features entirely.

“There’s a reason they call it a ‘five finger discount.’ Ow.” He opens that horrible eyelid and you cringe. “No pulling. We’re not there yet.”

“What does that–” You shake your head, refusing to blush, because you’re pretty sure you know damn well what he meant, but anyway. “Garou, seriously. They’re probably going to end up making your server pay for it and claim that they should have been watching closer.”

He looks up at you with an expression that’s hard to interpret, like all it would take is a little nudge to joke it off, but…he stays straight-faced. For you, maybe? “I’ll pay them back as soon as I can.”

“I’m giving you some money.”

“I’m not going to take it.”

“I’ll put it in your pocket.”

“I didn’t even tell you how much it was.”

“I’ll assume it wasn’t cheap. You smelled like cooked meat and table polish, so clearly you came from a steak house.” He snorts at that, and you smile, using the extendable hose to wash the shampoo out of his hair. “Now you smell like sugary roses or something. How is it that stuff that’s supposed to smell like flowers doesn’t actually smell like any flower you’ve ever seen?”

He sniffs at it and shrugs. “Kinda like it. Or I don’t hate it, anyway.” There’s an unmistakably happy sound that comes out of his throat as you wrap his hair with a towel and start wringing it out. Even if it’s still red, at least it will be clean…

And then you jump a little, because he’s putting his arm around your waist as you dry him off, clinging to you a bit. Why does it not quite feel like a tease? “Ha…ew, your face is wet,” you joke as he leaves a face-shaped spot on your t-shirt. At least it kills the tension, because that makes him insist on literally using your shirt as a rag for his face. You drape the towel on the sink as you tease his hair, strands so fine that they just literally stand up on their own, soft now that it’s clean. You give it a few extra pets, and you try not to smile too hard as Garou holds onto you.

“Okay. Let me get some eye drops. I know I have something in my medicine cabinet.”

“Nooooo…” Garou moans like a cat that’s been told it’s going to the vet. He won’t let go of your waist. “Don’t put that shit in my eeeeeeye…”

“Dude, it could be infected. At least let me look at it.”

You try to point his head up and he deadpans an “ow.”

“I didn’t touch it! And I’m not going to.”

“Promise.”

“Oh my god, you’re such a baby. Yes, I promise.”

He complies, pointy chin shoved into your stomach, both eyes open wide. It’s dark red inside, darker than blood, and the center of it is a bright white. It’s not like you’ve seen anything worse than pink eye but…even the worst shouldn’t be like that, right? You try not to look the way you feel: thoroughly fucking freaked out. It’s in that moment you realize you’re holding Garou’s face in your hands, and you summon the most meaningful expression you can. “Garou, I’m really, really worried about you.”

“Don’t be worried.” There’s a squeeze, and he hides the eye away, squeezing you and placing his face in your belly. “Give me attention.”

“I’m giving you attention,” you say, and you stroke at the back of his head, scratching softly between his shoulders. “Come on. At least let me make you some tea, and you can rest in the living room a bit.”

He does let you go, then, and you hear a soft thud as he obviously mounts the back of the couch and lands in the cushions. After the hot water kettle has been plugged in, you join him, and that’s when you notice he’s shaking. Not too intense, but a periodic shivering.

“Here,” you say, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders that was on the back of the chair beside you. You’re facing him, and even when you lean back into the arm of the couch, all you can think is how he looks so young. A lot younger than when you saw him before. “Are you okay?”

“I’m getting over something.” You must look guilty, because he says, “Really, it’s okay. Once I get some sleep, I’ll be just fine.”

“I really, really regret leaving you in that alley. I should have made you come home with me.”

You yelp when, holding the blanket around his shoulders, he curls up in the space between your legs that have been stretched out in front of you, cheek on your thigh. He’s already warmer, a bit more color to his pale cheeks. “You were shy. That’s okay. I’m quite a catch. I can understand feeling intimidated.”

Laughing, you tuck pieces of soft red hair behind his ears. There’s the slightest point to the tips, you see now, and you love that. “Well, I’m glad you have it all figured out, then. At least one of us knows what’s up.” He’s quiet. Is he asleep already? “Garou…”

He doesn’t respond. His breathing has leveled out, the tension around his eyes having gone soft. How is he such a combination of various traits and quirks? What is he doing? How do you keep crossing paths?

“The water is boiling,” you whisper, touching his face with your fingertips. He curls in closer like a cat attracted to warmth, making no move to stop you. In the kitchen, you can hear the water trying to escape the heat. “Garou?”

“We can boil more water,” he says without opening his eyes. “Don’t go.”

Ouch. Why does it hurt when your heart squeezes the moment he says that? “And fire hazards aren’t a problem for you?”      

“I’ll protect you.”

This time you actually put your hand over your chest.

You’re just starting to do mental maths to figure out how long until the water completely evaporates and if then you can stand up to unplug it without disturbing the wild man in your lap when there’s barely a tap behind you, too light to be a knock or anything truly significant. To Garou, though…he leaps to his feet, dancing around the room, glancing out the small windows that overlook the street. Every time you go to have a glance out, he growls and steps in front of you. You still don’t see anything.

“I have to go,” he says, finally.

Wait…what? “You just got here. You–” The words stop short. You don’t even know what to say, how you planned on finishing this statement. He didn’t have to come here. This wasn’t planned. He is under no obligation to stay. Except…because you want him to? All you can manage is:

“Please.”

He shakes his head. This isn’t some stupid romantic movie; he doesn’t even hesitate. “It’s not safe. So I’m going.”

There’s no arguing with a voice like that.

So you don’t.

But you’re also not going to let him have the last word. “You can come back,” you say, when he heads for the door. It’s a little surprising, actually, that he goes to the door, like it’s something so normal. He seems like the type who would climb out the window, if given a chance. “You can always come back. I’ll boil more water. And…I’ll make you something. So you don’t have to steal it. So…come back. Okay? Please?”

That does make him pause, but instead of reaching out for you he leans down to pick up the blanket from the floor where it fell. He wraps it around your shoulders, over your head like a hood, and he holds the end tight. Something lightly taps your head, and you’re not sure if it was his hand or his head or his… “Okay. I’ll come back.” He gives you a squeeze around the shoulders, then yanks the blanket down more, covering your whole face. “For more attention.”

“Obviously.” You move the blanket out of your eyes, about to say more, but…he’s gone. You didn’t even hear the door close, but then you look around, and it’s like he was never here. Well, that’s not true. There are a few signs: the warmth on the blanket around your shoulders, the bubbling water that you go to unplug, and the smell of too-sweet flowers in your sink.

You sit back down on the couch, pulling what remains of him closer, waiting and wondering when you’ll see him again.

[blackmissfrizzle]

Truth Hurts

Title: Truth Hurts

Characters: Dean x black!reader, Sam, Chuck, and Castiel

Summary: Dean finds out that the reader knows he cheated on her with Anna.

A/N: a companion fic for A Match Made in Hell. I’ll be doing more of these to detail Dean’s and the reader’s relationship at different times. Also, no tags this time. I’ll probably update later.

Based off episode 4x18

“I’m full-frontal in here, dude.” Dean complained as he read the newly discovered books about your lives.

This was supposed to be a regular case. The three of you went to a comic book store, investigating for a case, when the clerk asked if you were LARPing and then proceeded to tell you about the ‘Supernatural’ books.

Now you were sprawled in the bed with Dean, reading about your confession of love to Dean before he went to Hell. Whoever this Carver Edlund guy was, he sure did have a way with words.

Sam was sitting at the table with his laptop delving into the ‘fandom’ of Supernatural. Dean took the laptop and to his pleasure he found out there were some Dean girls, but he lost it when he found out there was some Dean/Sam girls. Hey, to each their own.

Most of the feedback on you was positive. They loved that you were a total badass, but some were rightfully pissed that you lied about your family lineage to the boys. There were some racist trolls, because God forbid a black girl gains the attention of one of the world’s perfect specimen. Oh, if they only knew the truth about their precious Dean Winchester.

“Do people really think you and Sam make a better couple? This is blasphemy!” Dean slammed Sam’s laptop in annoyance.

You had to give it to Dean, he put on a good performance. He almost convinced you he was the perfect boyfriend, but you remembered that you caught him with Anna unbeknownst to him.

“Hmmm, I think me and Sam would make a cute couple.” Sam smirked at his older brother and Dean had to hold himself back from smacking it off his face.

Dean pulled you out of your seat and into his lap. He gave you a kiss, which you didn’t return with as much enthusiasm and it was becoming more frequent. After, you guys find Carver Edlund, Dean decided he would talk to you to figure out what’s going on.

Thanks to proving you were ‘super fans’ of Supernatural and a bit of oversharing from the publisher you were able to find Carver Edlund aka Chuck Shurley.

Sam, Dean, and you find yourselves knocking on the door of a cute little house. When Chuck first answered the door he thought you three were playing a joke when Dean introduced y’all. He still thought it was a joke when you showed him the arsenal in Baby’s trunk. It wasn’t until Dean said his last name and you switched your eyes to black did he believe you.

You found yourself with Sam and Dean, in Chuck’s quaint home that was littered with empty beer bottles.

“Oh, you’re still there!” Chuck jumped when he turned around to you three.

“Yup.”

“You’re not a hallucination?”

“Nope.” Dean popped the p while standing there irritated.

Soon, Chuck went on a rant that he was a cruel and capricious God. He kept detailing almost every awful thing that happened to the boys and then asked them if they truly lived through certain events.

“And you,” Chuck steered his gaze towards you. “All those nightmares about hell and then to find Dean cheating on you with an angel no less!”

You couldn’t stop Chuck from revealing your secrets, but the murderous look on your face told him that he made a big mistake.

“I’m sorry, I…I…I forgot he didn’t know yet.” Chuck immediately apologized. He knew your powers could get out of control if you were extremely emotional and he didn’t want to be a target.

Too bad for Chuck, you were embarrassed and pissed. The boys were looking at you with pity and you needed to get out of there fast. You stormed out the house, ignoring Dean’s pleas and when you slammed the door you sent objects flying off the shelves with your powers.

Dean gripped Chuck by the collar, upset with him for revealing his big mistake but more upset that he knew he just broke whatever he had with you.

Sam pulled him back, even though all he wanted to do was punch Dean himself. “C’mon dude, let him go.”

After everything settled down, Chuck explained what he was writing next. He told the brothers that he wrote himself into the book confronted by his characters.

You were pacing down the sidewalk, trying to rid yourself of the anger when the boys came out. Sam threw you an apologetic look before he got into the Impala.

Dean reached for your hand, but you moved to escape his reach and he knew right then he lost you.

“I don’t wanna talk about it. Not now. I just wanna figure out how Chuck is doing what he does and do a bit of laundry, ok?” You kept your gaze hard, you didn’t want Dean to know he had this much of an affect on you. He shooked his head yes and dropped the topic. Dean knew better than to push your buttons when you’re already pissed.

At the laundromat, Dean was reading the transcript that Chuck gave him. He was exactly describing the scene before you. It captured your irritated bitch face and Sam’s brooding shoulders.

Needing some space from Dean you exited the laundromat, but not too long after Dean followed you.

“What did Shurley mean by nightmares?” Dean asked barely above a whisper. He knew it was better to ease into his infidelity instead of jumping in.

Not making eye contact with your boyfriend, you fumbled with the bracelet he gave you. “When you came back, I started having nightmares. They started once we slept in the bed together. At first, I didn’t know what they were, but soon I figured out it was your time in hell. I saw everything, Dean!” Tears were streaming down your face.

“I saw how Alistair cut into you and tortured you. How he would use my face, Sam’s, and Bobby’s, to mess with you. I saw and felt everything! I felt your joy when you took Alastair’s deal and jumped off the rack to put bodies on and torture.”

Dean’s adam’s apple bobbed as he tried to contain his own tears. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

You wiped away a tear and gave Dean a dry laugh. “Because I was trying to do the healthy thing and let you tell me on your own time. I didn’t want to make you talk until you were ready. But it turns out you just didn’t want to talk to me. I should’ve known better. Eventually, you couldn’t wait on me any longer and you would go back to your usual type.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Y/N I did not sleep with Anna because we haven’t had sex yet or because she’s supposedly my type.”

“Then why?”

Dean hung his head in guilt and licked his lips before he answered. “Because she got it. She told me she knew about what happened in hell and I shouldn’t blame myself. Y/N, I thought if I told you I would lose you forever and I can’t bear the thought without you in my life.”

This time you made no attempt to wipe away your tears. You looked at Dean through blurry eyes and replied with venom in your voice. “Well, great job Winchester, you just lost me.”

Each of you stared at the other, mourning the loss of your relationship. Sam came out the laundromat and looked guilty for interrupting the intimate moment. “Ummm, Chuck called he said there’s an emergency.”

Grateful for the interruption, you ran to grab your laundry and went to Baby. When you met up with Chuck, he told you that Lilith was coming and she and Sam were going to have sex in ”…throes of fiery demonic passion.” Ugh, disgusting!

It turned out that Lilith is not possessing a child anymore and was now a dental hygienist. Well, at least according to Chuck she was hot.

Sam laughed at the idea of him and Lilith together, but Dean didn’t find it funny. I’m fact, he took Chuck’s transcript as a ‘what not to do’. There’s was no research for Sam, no bacon cheeseburger for Dean , no fighting between the brothers, and no refereeing for you. But all that went to hell. The waitress accidentally gave Dean the wrong burger, the boys managed to argue in a calm manner, and you still ended up getting in the middle while scrolling through your phone.

All three of you had your own mission to avoid Chuck’s vision. Sam had to stay locked up in the motel room, Dean had to park his car to avoid driving around in it all day, and you had to stay away from your father, which should be easy.

After Dean left you and Sam in the motel room, Sam tried to get you to talk about your feelings and he even gave you the puppy-dog eyes, but you couldn’t do it. So, you left the room and somehow ended up at a park bench.

Suddenly you felt an unwanted presence next to you. You were about to pull out your gun, but someone gripped your wrist before you could. That someone was your demon father.

“How did you find me?”

“I was monitoring your power usage, since someone doesn’t call.” He nudged your shoulder.

Rolling your eyes, you scooted further away from him. “Maybe someone would call you if you didn’t murder their mother and try to make them lead a demon army.”

“You got a point. But I’m here to talk.” He gave you a fatherly pat on your knee. “Before Alistair untimely death due to your boyfriend and his brother.”

“Yeah, it’s a shame he died before his time,” you dramatically rolled your eyes.

“Anyway, before he died he told me that a certain Winchester slept with that fallen angel. And as a father, I’m trying my hardest not to rip his throat out.” Your father’s eyes flashed to black for a millisecond.

It must’ve been keeping your emotions bottled up, because you ended up sobbing in your father’s lap. Despite being a demon, your father was soothing and held you.

For a moment, you believed you two were a regular father and daughter until a ping from your phone brought you back to reality. Dean texted you, saying that you needed to come back to the motel room ASAP.

“Winchester calls and you just drop everything and go running, huh?” Your father was angry at how fast you moved for Dean.

“You has to ruin the moment. Just don’t bother contacting me anymore.” You were walking away when your dad left you with one parting statement.

“It’s inevitable, Y/N. We’ll break all the seals and you’ll be fighting on our side one way or another. Stop tricking yourself into thinking you’re a hunter or a conduit of good. Hell, Dean even slept with a literal angel before you. Maybe he knows deep down that someday you’ll reach your true demonic potential.”

Anxiety, fear, and tears suffocated your throat. Your dad said all the things you feared ever since you met the Winchesters. Not trusting your voice, you flipped the bird at your dad.

By the time you got back, Sam and Dean were arguing. Supposedly, Chuck was a prophet and everything he writes comes true. Oh, you guys were screwed. Dean was bent on leaving town before Lilith got there, but Sam wanted to take the opportunity and fight.

The fight was getting bad, Dean brought up how Sam’s been using his psychic powers to kill Alistair and you took that as your cue to leave the room. Sometimes it was best not to get in the middle of their fights.

Leaning against Baby and drinking some water, you were contemplating your life with the Winchesters when Dean came storming out the room.

“Sam’s stuck on staying?”

Dean wiped down his face in frustration. “Yeah. He’s just ugh.” Dean finally took in your demeanor and noticed the puffiness of your eyes. He reached to grab your hand and this time you didn’t pull away.

“I’m gonna take a guess here, according to Chuck, you should’ve met with your demonic daddy. How that go?”

“Surprisingly good. He threatened to rip your throat out and I might just take him up on that. Then, he had to rant on about my silly demonic potential. You know the usual stuff.” You waved your hand in dismissal.

Dean opened up hid mouth to apologize, but you stopped him. “I don’t need your apology. After this I’m gonna go to Bobby’s and help him find out how to stop the breaking of the seals.”

The fluttering of angel wings broke the uneasy silence between you and Dean after your declaration. Dean begged his angelic friend to find some way to interfere, but Cas claimed it was fate. However, in so many words Castiel suggested we get Chuck near Lilith and an archangel would come.

With the threat of getting shot, Chuck complied with the plan and you guys succeeded. Lilith smoked out of her meat suit and Sam was saved.

Immediately you grabbed your duffle bag and your car keys. You felt a tug on your bag before you could throw it in the trunk.

“I’m not gonna apologize again because I know you don’t want to hear it now and I’m not gonna beg you to stay with me, because you deserve better. Just please let me know when you get to Bobby’s.” Although, Dean didn’t say those words, his green eyes did. You could feel his apology but you didn’t want to accept it, you were still angry at him and yourself.

Swallowing back some tears, you gave Dean a head nod and continued to pack up. Once you got settled into your driver’s seat is when you finally replied to your boyfriend/ex-boyfriend. “Thanks. I’ll let you know when I make it. And umm,” you were fiddling with your keys to rid yourself of your nervous energy. “I’m gonna use this time to figure out want I wanna do with our relationship, k.”

Dean slowly smiled at his chance to earn you back. “That all I can ask for sweetheart.”

You pull out of the parking lot and kept your eyes in the rear view mirror to look at Dean until he disappeared from your view.

[bxcketbarnes]

Immortality

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Words: 2000+

Author's Note: I saw this gif and instantly thought of doing an angsty fic. So, here's a semi-angst/fluffy fic. This does have spoilers from episodes 5 and 6 from this season in case some of you haven't seen it! I hope you guys enjoy this xox

Ever since we arrived in Sanctum Bellamy and I have been having some relationship problems. The past day or so he hasn't really talked to me much, hanging around Echo more frequently and I can't help but feel my chest clench in pain.

"Hey," Murphy mutters, resting his hand on my arm as I'm snapped out of my thoughts, "everything between you and Bellamy is going to be just fine. He's like… stupidly in love with you."

A scoff leaves my lips as I run a hand through my hair. "I don't know. Lately, he's been close to Echo and I just can't help but think that something's going on between them," I confess to him, already feeling my eyes pool with tears.

He was about to say something when Clarke walks up to the table, sitting down in front of me. "Penny for your thoughts?" She asks us and I furrow my brows together.

"What's a penny?" Murphy asks, taking a drink from his cup.

"Something from my time," she answers and I become suspicious, leaning back in my chair as I watch the whole interaction.

"Let me guess," Murphy starts, setting his drink down on the round table, "Bellamy convinced you we should leave paradise and take our chances in hell?" 

The blonde shakes her head. "Why would I leave my home?" She counters and both Murphy and I look at her confused. "That's it. Fill in the blanks you too."

Oh, no. My eyes widen, figuring out that she's not Clarke as Murphy speaks up. "That's the second time you called me-" he cuts himself off as she glanced back towards the framed photo on the wall. Josephine?

"Okay. Before you freak out and raise your voice I have a question for you two."

"You're not Clarke," the two of us say in unison. Fuck, where's Bellamy.

"To be honest with you… Clarke's dead. My dad killed her and brought me back," she informs us and Murphy springs 7p from his chair as I run my hands through my hair. No, no, no. This is a nightmare. It's gotta be. "My question is… how would you guys like to be immortal too."

Silence fills the room for a few seconds before Murphy pipes up, glancing towards me. "We're listening."

-

The two of us spent hours on end informing Josephine all about Clarke so she can play the part well, not wanting anyone to figure out that she's dead.

A horrible taste fills my mouth as I don't think this is a good idea, not wanting to be dragged into this but here I am. Murphy fell asleep against the table as Josephine and I were left alone.

"You're not gonna betray me are you?" She asks, tilting her head a bit.

"N-No. Why would you think that?" I question with a stutter, fiddling with my fingers as her eyes looked me up and down.

She shrugs her shoulders, "well, because I can clearly tell you don't wanna be apart of this. But, just so you know… if you betray me in any way, I'm killing your boyfriend," Josephine smirks and I tense up, looking at her with wide eyes. "Understood?"

I nod my head vigorously, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as our friends began to walk into the bar.

Josephine nudges Murphy. "Hey," she states and Murphy jumps up, "get up. It's showtime."

"Family meeting," Echo mutters as everyone sits down, "where's Bellamy?"

Yeah. Where is Bellamy? I glance towards Josephine as she gives me a look. "Why what's wrong?" The blonde asks.

"We ran into Jordan," Emori answers as she sat beside her man. "Is it true? They're immortal?"

"I'm sure he made it sound worse than it really is," Murphy states.

"They're murderers," Raven reminds us, "and body snatchers. How much worse could it be? We're out of here," she says as she and Echo begin to stand.

Murphy puts his hand out, needing them to trust him. "Slow down. Where are we going to go?"

"Murphy's right. The plan doesn't change," Josephine tells them. "We stay and learn as much from them as we can to build our own compound. Bellamy's out scouting as we speak."

I glance towards the blonde, biting the inside of my cheek as I'm sure she's lying. He wouldn't leave without any of us… "Without me?" Echo asks and I can feel my heart break into two.

"This whole body-snatching thing just really lit a fire. He's out with a foraging party. You guys were still with Ryker-"

"He went alone?" Echo asks, glancing towards me.

"Wait a second. Back up, Clarke. You expect us to continue to play nice?" Raven asks.

Emori sighs, looking towards Murphy. "We do still need Ryker to bend the radiation field."

"No, I'll figure it out myself," Raven mutters.

"Raven, I know this is hard. But we've all done things that we're not proud of to survive," Josephine mentions and I wince a bit.

"I haven't," she growled before sighing. "Fine. I'll try."

"I'll go after her. Make sure she doesn't start a war," Emori mutters and kisses Murphy on the lips before walking out.

"I'm going after Bellamy," Echo states, giving me a glare before walking out as well.

I feel like I'm going to vomit as I stand up, letting out quick deep breaths, feeling both pairs of eyes on me.

"Y/N," Murphy starts and I cut him off.

"Shut up. Don't even try to comfort me right now," I tell him as I pace in front of the table.

"Echo's gonna be a problem," Josephine states. "I'll send Jade to keep an eye on her."

She stands from her chair and Murphy follows real quick. "Back to Bellamy. There is no foraging party is there?"

"Of course there is. There's one every morning. He's just not on it," she tells us. "See, he found out that I wasn't Clarke-"

"Where is he?" I ask, cutting her off, needing to know if he's alright.

"Swear to god if you killed him-"

"I didn't," she cuts Murphy off and she looks over at me, "but I will if I have to."

The two spoke back and forth on how the plan won't work if he already knows Clarke is dead. I control my breathing as she tells us that she'll take us to him. The three of us walk past Jade as Josephine tells her to follow Echo.

-

"I'm sending in Murphy first," Josephine mentions, her eyes looking towards me. "I'm sure the two of you would rather talk alone than with him."

I nod my head, muttering an okay as the guards strapped his hands together. Murphy began to act as if he was a prisoner, yelling while moving in the guys' arms. I watch as they throw him into the room, my heart pounding against my chest.

"How long have you and Bellamy been together?" The blonde asks me as I lean against the colorful wall.

"Well, if you count being asleep in cryo for 125 years then the answer would be 131 years," I tell her and swallows the lump in my throat.

The girl hums, pacing in front of me as her arms were crossed over her chest. "And just now you guys start having problems? Weird. I can tell he still loves you though, definitely not Echo," she mentions and I stare at the floor, not saying anything. "Oh come on. You don't wanna be friends? Chit chat about boys?"

I look up as she smirks at me. "Sorry, but this is strictly work in my eyes," I inform her with narrowed eyebrows.

"That's a shame. You seem like a wonderful friend. I wonder how everyone would feel once they find out you're working with me," she states and I stand up.

"Stop blackmailing me. I'm already helping aren't I?"

She shrugs her shoulders before her hand grips my throat, pushing me against the wall. I gasp out air, clutching onto her wrist. "I'm just making sure you know the consequences if you cross me."

Josephine chokes me a little more before letting go and I fall to my hands and knees, breathing in big breaths while coughing. By the time I stop Murphy comes back out with the guards.

"Well, it didn't exactly work as planned," he mumbles as the guards take off the restraints.

"Damn. Alright. Send her in, but you can leave the restraints off. He probably already knows about her," Josephine tells the guard and he nods, gripping my arm tightly as we walk towards the door.

I gulp as the sliding doors open, Bellamy standing in the middle of the room, chained to the floor. I walk in, glancing back at the guy as he closes the door, leaving the two of us alone.

"Y/N," Bellamy calls out and my gaze moves back to him, already seeing the tears in his eyes. "Please… please tell me you're not apart of this."

My lip quivers a bit as I take a step closer to him, reaching out to grab his hands. "I'm so sorry," I whisper to him, not daring to look into his eyes. "Murphy brought me into it before I could say anything and then she threatened to kill you if I betray her."

Bellamy lets out a sigh, prying my hands out of his and taking a step back. "Of course he did."

My vision becomes blurry from the tears, on the verge of breaking down and I look up at him to see his eyes already on me. "I'm… I'm so sorry, Bellamy. I-I can't do this. I can't pretend that this is okay. I-I don't know what to do. Tell me what to do," I cry and grip his jacket. "Please."

Tears leave both of our eyes as he brings a hand up, wiping it from my cheeks. "Stay here with me. Tell her the truth," he mutters. His fingers gently glide down my neck and I wince a bit, the skin still sore from being choked prior. His eyebrows furrowed together, moving his gaze down to my neck to see print marks. "DId she do this?"

I nod my head as I can hear the anger in his voice. "Yeah. She's blackmailing me to keep my mouth shut," I inform him and he lets out a sigh.

"I need you to stay here with me," Bellamy states.

"Why me? Why not Echo?" I curiously ask, knowing the two have been close lately. "You seem to be more into her than me at the moment."

Bellamy looks to the floor, releasing his hands from my shoulders. "I'm not into her. I promise you," he mumbles and I shake my head.

"Then why? Why have you been ignoring me and only being around her? I apologized countless times about what happened."

"And I forgave you, Y/N," he tells me. Bellamy was about to continue when the doors slide open, revealing the guard.

"Let's go," he orders and I nod my head slightly.

I look back at Bellamy, his honey brown eyes begging for me to stay. I lean on my toes, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth before walking out.

Josephine and Murphy stand beside each other as I step up to them. "You're gonna need to put those restraints on me and throw me back into that room," I tell her and she sighs.

"You're no fun," she pouts and motions her head at the guard.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Murphy asks me and steps forward while the guard restrains my hands.

"I can't do this. I'm sorry, Murphy," I whisper to him before the guard drags me back to the room Bellamy's in.

He roughly throws me in as Bellamy was sat back on the floor. "Hey! Be easy with her," he yells while quickly moving towards me. The guard scoffs and closes the doors once and for all, locking it behind him. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I mumble with a groan.

Bellamy analyzes my face for a few seconds before placing his hands on my face, pressing his lips to mine. "You and Echo became quite close on the ring, so when we fought the other day I went to her for advice," he explains to me after he pulls away.

My heart flutters as my lips stayed apart. "Advice for what?"

"To win you back," he mumbles shyly. I let out a giggle before leaning back in for a kiss. He returns it quickly, missing the way his lips felt against mine.

"You never lost me, Bell. I love you way too much," I tell him and he lets out a breath of relief.

"I love you too. Now… we need to come up with a plan."

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[fangirltrash18]

Nothing Lasts Forever (g.d)

A/N- Hola mis amigos! Welcome to my second Grayson fic! I am so excited to write this I literally have jitters haha. I have been sitting around with this idea for like a week and I can’t wait to share it! Hope you all enjoy! 

Warnings- angst, angst, ANGST (also drinking)

Summary- Being best friends with one of the biggest YouTube stars (as well as one of the worlds most eligible bachelors) isn’t as easy as it may seem, especially when you’re secretly in love with them. Through thick and thin you’ve been there for Grayson, but what happens when he falls in love with someone who’s not you? 

Italics=flashback   Normal=present

Have you ever loved someone so much that you would do anything in the world just so they can be happy? Well I have, and it kinda sucks. 

Ok, ok let me give you some context so I don’t sound like a complete selfish bitch. 

Grayson Dolan is my best friend. Yes, the Grayson Dolan. You may know him. Him and his twin, Ethan, are kind of a big deal around YouTube. Anyway, we’ve been glued to the hip since pre school and have grown up together. I got to witness first hand his ride to fame and all his triumphs, on and off the internet. I also witnessed his mental struggles the fame brought, the death of his beloved father, among other things that brought him down. 

Just as I was there for him, he was there for me. Through all my highs and lows, he was right beside me to guide me and be my voice of reason.

The thing with friendships and people is, they grow and become richer with time. They blossom into something so beautiful and amazing that nothing can ever ruin them. 

Or so it feels like. 

It’s funny how within such a small amount of time, you can go from having everything, to nothing. Almost like you’re entire past, present, and future is pulled right out from under you, leaving you with that deep feeling of emptiness. 

That’s how I feel now as I lay on my couch, reminiscing about “the good old days”. 

My vision is blurry from the hours worth of tears and my nose is so raw from all the tissues, it hurts to sniffle. 

It was hard to believe that only hours ago I was as happy as could be. 

“Grayson s-sto-stop!” I laughed and tried to wiggle away from his deadly tickles.

“What’s the magic word?” He asked and continued his harmless assault. I tried several times to get the simple ‘please’ to come out of my mouth but only loud laughs escaped instead.

“G-gray-grayson p-please!”I cried. The moment that word left my mouth the tickle attack stopped. I laid sprawled halfway on the couch while I caught my breathe. Grayson just stared and laughed at my distressed state. “You are an asshole, I hope you know.” I said, only halfway joking. 

“Aw, you know you love me.” He smiled and ruffled my hair. Giggling, I swatted his hand away and stuck my tongue out. It was true, I loved him. But not in the way I was supposed to. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” I mumbled and slid onto the floor next to him. He laughed and nudged my shoulder. “So what do you wanna do tonight?” I asked. He hummed as he thought.

“I don’t know. You want to go see a movie? Or we could just go get sushi.” He suggested. 

“Mmm sushi sounds so good.” I moaned. 

“Okay perfect, sushi it is!” He exclaimed and jumped up. He lowered his arms and helped pull me up from the floor. 

“Cool. I’m going to go home and change. Meet there in like an hour?” 

“Sounds good to me.” He shrugged and walked me to the door. I waved goodbye and hopped into my car. Tonight was going to be a good night, I could feel it. 

I was finally going to do it. I was going to tell him I loved him.

But it wasn’t a good night. Not at all. All plans I had of enjoying a night out with my best friend and confessing my biggest secret were crushed with a single phone call. 

I was ruffling through my closet when I heard my phone ring across the room. I stopped fussing with the clothes and went to see who was calling. It was Grayson. 

I immediately picked it up and answered it.

“Hello?” 

“Hey Y/N/N, um I’m sorry to do this but I have to cancel our sushi plans.” 

“Oh no, what’s going on?” I couldn’t help the ache in my chest hearing him cancel.

“Well I sorta forgot that I promised E I would hang out with him tonight and help him edit since he’s behind before I made plans, and now he’s on my ass.” He sounded distant which was weird, almost as if he was hiding something. But I ignored it and took him for his word. Stupid mistake. 

“Oh, okay don’t worry about it. We can just do it another night.” I said and sat down on the corner of my bed.

“Again, I’m really sorry.” 

“It’s fine Gray, don’t stress about it.” I said trying to not sound disappointed. 

“Thanks Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked, his voice hopeful. 

“Of course.” 

“Okay cool, bye Y/N.” 

“Bye Gray.” 

The line went dead and I sat the phone down beside me. I felt a little upset that I wouldn’t be seeing Grayson that night but I understood why he couldn’t come. 

Sighing, I got up from the bed and grabbed a casual dress from the floor where I had thrown it. I slipped it on and put on a little makeup. Just because Grayson couldn’t come, didn’t mean that I couldn’t still go get sushi. 

By the time I had finished getting ready and driving to the restaurant I was starving. 

I felt a little odd sitting alone but in a way it was kind of nice. I didn’t have to worry about what to say next or anything. It was cool just being on a date with myself. I ate in peace and occasionally scrolled through Instagram, just enjoying my time. 

I wasn’t until I heard a familiar voice from the table beside me that I felt uneasy. 

“I’ll take a water, what do you want babe?” It was unmistakably Grayson’s voice. I turned my head to see him sitting with a gorgeous woman who definitely wasn’t Ethan. I felt my chest tighten and my stomach drop.

He lied to me. He canceled on our plans to take another girl out. 

I grabbed my purse and threw a $50 bill on the table, knowing that that would cover it and leave a handsome tip. I stood up slowly and began walking to the door as casually as possible. 

I kept my head down and my strides long and somewhat quick. Thankfully I got to the entrance without notice. I turned to look at him and his date but caught his eye instead. His face paled and his shoulders tended. I just looked at him and shrugged, not really knowing what else to do, before I opened the door and left. 

As soon as I was outside I couldn’t help the tears that came. I covered my mouth, trying to quiet the sobs that jolted my body. 

“Y/N!” Grayson’s voice called from behind me. Instead of acknowledging him I just sped up. I could tell he was running to catch up which only made me speed up my pace. “Y/N, wait please.” I felt his hand grab onto my shirt to stop me. 

Anger boiled in veins and what happened next shocked both of us.

“Grayson just stop!” I yelled and pulled away from him. “You lied to me! Why couldn’t you have just told me the truth and saved me a little less heartbreak?” Tears flowed freely down my cheeks as I waited for him to answer.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He whispered. I scoffed and shook my head. 

“Bull shit Grayson. You should have just told me the truth. You didn’t want to hang out tonight because you had a date. I get it Gray, you got other priorities, that’s fine. You just shouldn’t have lied to me about them.” His eyes held so much guilt it made my heart ache for him, but at the same time it made me even angrier. “And you wanna know something?” I asked, wanting to finally free myself of all my pent up emotions. He looked at me almost as if he knew what I was about to say. “I was going to tell you I loved you tonight.” I whispered, the anger giving way to more sadness. 

“Y/N... I cant. I’m in love with someone else.” I looked away from him and tried to stop the tears. “But you’re my best friend Y/N and I-”

“Gray please, don’t do that.” I said and sniffled. He sighed and took a step closer. He wrapped me in his arms and hugged me close. But it wasn’t the kind of hug I wanted. It was an ‘I’m sorry for you’ hug. One that told me everything I needed to know. I was and always would be considered just a friend.

I forced myself away from his embrace and lightly pushed him away. 

“I’m going to go Gray.” I whispered, knowing that after I left nothing was going to be the same between us again. 

“Okay.” He said and looked down at my pathetic state. 

“Have fun.” I turned around and walked off with the knowing that I just lost my best friend. 

Now I’m here, on my couch polishing off a bottle of cheap vodka, tear stained cheeks and tissues littering the floor. I know I over reacted and I hate myself for being so stupid. I screwed up the best thing in my life and there’s no way I’ll be able to get that back. Not with the way I acted. More sobs leave my mouth as I pondered on the thought. 

My phone buzzes next to me on the coffee table. I know it’s Grayson calling for the millionth time so I don’t even bother to look at it. I can’t talk to him tonight. Especially with how much alcohol I’ve had over the past few hours. 

It’s a bad habit I’ve always had, drinking to numb the pain. Grayson was always there to help curve the urge and break the habit. But now he’s the reason I���m shit faced. 

I know I shouldn’t be mad, but I am. I’m a mad, jealous mess and there’s nothing I can do about it. Sure I could bottle it all up and go apologize, but I’d still have to endure seeing him be happy with the girl he loved. 

I should have seen thins coming, should have expected it. But I was too wrapped up in my own fantasy that I was blind to notice my best friend fall for someone else. I was blind to all the times he would check his phone when I was around him. I was blind to how he would want to do things less and less. Blind to how “busy” he’d gotten. 

Like I said, people grow and sometimes not in the way you want them to. Grayson grew away from me and I didn’t even notice until it was too late.

Now, it’s time for me to grow. To confirm to the change that had taken over my life. Nothing lasts forever, it’s all just temporary; experiences to learn from and memories to cherish. 

[chaniters]

Into the night

Anonymous asked:

I saw you were asking for fic ideas and maybe some angsty charge step with Ortega recognizing that the villain is actually sidestep

I was thinking about writing this when I remembered I already posted exactly that on the forums a while ago, so all I did was fix it a bit since I hope to think my writing has improved after 6 months.

Keep in mind it’s still the 2nd fic I’ve written in my entire life!

And there’s a gazillion spoiler so keep that in mind if reading it. 

Also, I changed the ending and some parts, since what you want is Angst.

Into the night.

Strange.

There is only darkness and you can’t feel anyone’s mind, not even your own. Something must have gone horribly wrong. You wonder why you’re not afraid, but it would seem the part of your brain that controls that emotion isn’t currently active.

It only takes a few seconds for you to realize, you must have somehow managed to enter a specific form of consciousness you were designed to achieve. You’ve fainted from some sort of excessive trauma, and even then your brain maintains some sort of consciousness. This mindstate was meant to give the operatives a way out in case of enemy interrogation.

There are a few things you can do while you’re here, and even if time is relatively slower in this state, it will not last forever.

You slowly nudge your brain into revealing the events that brought you here.

It feels like walking through the darkness until you see an image forming before you. It’s a memory… but detached, so it’s sensory or emotional effects can’t reach you for the moment. You dive into it.

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Your fall to the ground, beaten. The armor seems to be about to come back online, but it’s too late to stop Ortega. He is already onto you sending another electrified fist your way, a loud crack letting you know your mask finally gave in and broke down under the repeated aggression. You feel one of his hands pushing you down by the neck, as the other one begins pulling to take off what’s left of the mask. You fruitlessly try to get him off you, but without the strength enhancements, it’s like trying to displace a mountain. Another punch and you’re done. You can’t resist anymore, your arms aren’t responding.

With a final pull, it comes out, and you feel the gust of cold fresh air, as the mist and smoke from burnt electronics make it way out. You cough trying to breathe. Ortega’s weight on your chest is complicating matters since he’s got you pinned down.

Ortega is staring at you with an enraged expression… one that suddenly turns into confusion.

Fuck.

“C… Cyrus?”

This isn’t happening.

“What… is this some sort of telepathic trick you monster?” He says raising his fist again.

You say nothing.

“Stop… Doing.. THIS!” He punches you again, enraged. And again. And again. Until the entire helmet is in pieces. He just throws it away.

Everything is spinning. You keep trying to breathe. How in the hell you’re going to get out of this, you have no idea. You can feel the armor powering up though it’s in no condition to help you, and what Ortega saw, he can’t unsee. But you still have to try to struggle out of this.

What can you do at this point? Send the nanovores onto him? Have them destroy all his mods? Yes… you could do that. But is that how you get out of this? By killing him? Or leaving him in a wheelchair? Is that the kind of person you are? Is this what you’ve become?

Ortega stops hitting you… and just stares in disbelief. You aren’t going to use the nanovores on him. You made the decision a long time ago. When you asked for Mortum to neuter them.

“Cyrus, is this you? What is… why?”

What could you possibly tell him? Nothing. There’s no explanation that would satisfy him.

It’s over.

You order the nanovores out. They go over you… consuming the suit.

He jumps back as his hand is covered in nanites. He is still afraid of them. No need… As the suit is no more, you order them to devour each other. Until there’s not a single one left.

He’s standing a few feet away from you. You try to stand as well, but instead fumble and fall. You realize your nose is bleeding. So you try to say something, but only gibberish comes out. Great. He might have given you a concussion, is all you can think of as you faint.

The memory ends.

You are back in the darkness. Alone. And possibly suffering a concussion or worse.

Alright. Nothing you can do about it… better continue figuring things out.

You try to get in touch with your senses, and figure out where you are now.

You can’t open your eyes or move in this state, but if you focus, you might catch what’s going on around you.

You feel your body lying face upwards over a soft surface. A bed? Your arms are extended over your head and bound together. The binding seems to be metal… handcuffs or some other implement, and whatever that is fixed so you can’t use your hands. Your legs seem to be relatively free. You feel a weight over you… possibly some sort of soft covering. Blankets?

Your chest and face hurt in several spots so you can assume you’ve been beaten down before you got bound to your current position. Additionally, you feel you’re not wearing a shirt and there are some strange bindings over your shoulder and head… possibly bandages? The thought of your body being exposed would be enough to send you into a panic in an awake state, but right now it’s just more bad news to add to the long list of bad news.

Your ears catch a voice talking, but it’s not in the immediate proximity and you can’t make who’s talking or what are they saying. You can’t feel their mind either, so you’re possibly in a dampened facility.

So you’re bound and lying in some sort of bed. And they’ve left you alone for the moment. Possibly a medical bed in an enclosed facility and they know who you are, if they are so confident in mental dampeners they know you can’t manipulate the guard. Oh, and your body is exposed so they can see your tattoo and serial number. This keeps getting better.

You don’t have access to all of your psychic arsenal, but you can do a basic scan of the surrounding minds, and it can go pretty far too. You’ve trained for this and it should work at least.

You feel no minds near you. There are other minds above and below you in different levels. You tap into the minds spacial awareness and manage to decipher some of the feedback. Apparently, all these minds are enclosed in different compartments separated through different levels of a building.

Good thing you’re in a dispassionate state because this is beginning to feel quite grim Are you back at the farm already?

Enough. You’re not going to find much more like this. You focus on awakening yourself.  Most humans believe they have immaterial souls that interact with their brains and make them who they are. You? You know you don’t have a soul. You know, however, that your mind is not only driven by your organic brain but by your implants. It’s what makes you fundamentally different from humans. If your biological brain died, you’d probably stop being the person you are. But some remnant of yourself would remain in the implant.

That’s what you are right now. The implant alone. Hopefully, you can jumpstart your mind and go back to being yourself. Unless Ortega turned it all to mush with his fists.

As you focus, you begin to fear the worst. What if you died. What if only your implants keep running? How long can you remain like this? Your emotions aren’t working in this state, but it’s more of a philosophical fear. What if this is your destiny? To remain here alone… forever. In the darkness. Is this your punishment? Your scars made you want to end it all. Is this where they took you?

Maybe it’s for the best.

The realization freezes you. The dark voice has followed you this deep. You can never escape it. It’s not just implanted in your biology by Heartbreak… but in your fucking software.  

Self-doubts plague you like a swarm of sharks, and you have nowhere to hide. Nowhere to go. There is no escape from yourself…

You spend a few more (Minutes? Seconds? Hours? days?) in the darkness until you can see a tinny light in the distance…

The voice tries to stop you, and you’re having second thoughts yourself. But the light engulfs you.

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You wake up and start struggling weakly against your bounds. You open your eyes, and the light in the ceiling temporarily blinds you. As your emotions return your mind hurriedly pieces the story back together trying to make sense of it. Your plan was a success, and you defeated them again, but then Ortega somehow managed to beat you down and capture you. And now they’ve handed you to them, and you’re back at the farm. And now, there will be hell to pay. That is unless you find a way to escape.

You struggle fruitlessly, as tears fall from your eyes, entering a complete panic. All you can think of is you need to get out of here before they take you for interrogation. The blankets on top of you make a mess as you struggle as hard as you can to break free, without much success

“Hey stop it!” A voice. A guard. You open your eyes and focus on the blurry figure, trying to get into his mind… but it doesn’t work. Desperate, you try to kick in his direction before he gets any closer.

“Stop it!. I mean it!” You don’t. He gets a hold of your leg and for a moment stumbles, before sitting on the bed and forcefully stopping you.

It’s Ortega.

He looks into your eyes. You look away. Not that you can do much more than that, there’s no leaving.

He takes your chin with his hand and forces you to look at him. You don’t resist this time.

He starts making you a few questions. How many fingers do you see? What’s the last thing you remember. What year it is.

Your answer, reluctantly.  

He seems slightly relieved by your answers.

“Is… there something you wish to tell me?” he asks in the end. You feel the coldness in his voice.

You just look away.

“Well suit yourself. I have time” he tells you.

And boy he really has time.

He reads the newspaper. He watches TV. He brings you some canned food to eat. He helps you go to the bathroom, with another pair of handcuffs. He changes your bandages and disinfects your wounds. He brings a rope and secures you even tighter. THen he turns off the lights and brings another bed in the room, sleeping next to you.

And the next day… is pretty much the same. You don’t say a word. You know the Doctor will take care of Eden. And you have nowhere to go. Nowhere in the entire world.

He just looks a bit sadder the third day. You try to ignore him.

The fourth day, he’s straight out breaking down. Funny. You thought it would be the other way around.

The fifth day, he starts yelling at you. Demanding you tell him all of it. Spill the beans. He slaps you.

The sixth day, he beats you again you. Repeatedly. And then he sends a discharge through your body that makes you throw up.  And then he leaves. And then he comes back and apologizes to you.

The seventh day he doesn’t enter the room at all. You begin getting thirsty and hungry. But you’ve suffered worse.

On the eight days, he enters, looking like shit. IT’s clear he’s been drunk and hasn’t slept at all.

He opens the handcuffs with a key.

“Get out,” he says.

“…What?” you ask.

“Get out. Get out of the city. Do whatever you want. I just can’t keep doing this.”

You sit on the bed, flexing your freed arms. He’s honestly telling you to get the fuck out.

You could do that. Leave. Get lost.

Or you could talk to him.

You feel exhausted.

This is Ortega after all… and he probably has figured it all out by now. And he’ll tell others. And that will get him killed. He’s not demanding to know the truth because he doesn’t know it. He wants to know it from your own lips.

“I’m sorry.” You say simply.

He lifts his gaze.

“I’m sorry… I just… I’m not real. Nothing about me is real. I’m not real. I’m not Human. I’m a thing. A piece of property. I’m Government property. I’m a re-gene. On the run from them.

He just glares at you. He obviously knows all of this by now.

“You.. don’t understand. Look… If you shot me right now and killed me, it wouldn’t be murder. Worst case scenario you get sued for damage to government property” You point out. “I don’t go to jail in the end, but to the scrap-yard.”

“So… you expect me to believe you’re just some sort of escaped experiment?” he finally speaks.

You smile bitterly.

“That’s … me. Yes.“

“Was this all some sort of sick game? Why did you even keep pretending to be a hero anyway?” He asks slowly, with increasing anger as he pronounces the words.

“I was an idiot. I thought if I did good enough, I could be forgiven… forgiven for… not being a human. Maybe I thought if I managed to be good enough, then when the secret of what I was got out… maybe…

“Maybe what?” He asks after several seconds when you fail to finish your phrase.

“Maybe I’d be real too.” You say, unable to control your tears.

“What happened at the Heartbreak? Was that part of a plan?”

“I didn’t know what was going on. I had fooled myself into thinking I was a hero like you and the rangers. It was just another case” You gather strength to continue. “The telepath causing it was… he was just like me. They had opened his mind. And he was sharing the pain with us all. He wanted to kill himself. And he made me want to kill myself when I saw what he went through.”

“But I stopped you. he adds. Pulled the gun from your hands.”

“Yes. you reply You did”

“And afterward?”

“They caught me again… until I broke free. About a year and some ago.”

He stays silent, processing this. Finally, he speaks again

“What do you expect to achieve?”

“I wanted to put an end to it. Become a villain for the public to hate, and when they finally get me they’ll know the sick government is to blame.”

“So the plan is going out in a blaze of revenge?”

He takes a very deep breath. And then he looks at you again.

“Get out,” he says

“No one knows you’re here. I didn’t tell the police or anyone else. Get out”

You stand, stumbling, and walk for the door. You put on some clothes … and leave the building, walking down the street.

You see Ortega watching you from the door.  A small part of your mind thinks he’s going to come chasing you. But you know that’s not what’s going to happen.

You turn away and disappear into the night.

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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

[sassy-pelican]

Possible Fic?

This idea wouldn’t leave my mind and it isn’t one that I can make into a one-shot. But I really suck at finishing a full fanfiction. That being said, I want some opinions on what it seems like so far. I only have a basic outline (I can post is if anyone would like) a character outline, and a prologue/first chapter. 

The fic would eventually be a Bucky x OC fic, but I haven’t gotten nearly that far yet. Hell, I have barely gotten farther than an outline. This will eventually and does contain Endgame spoilers as this is meant to be an Endgame AU.

This has not been edited so anything you see that seems incorrect, please point out. It mostly likely is.

Warning: language

[Untitled] - Prologue/Chapter 1

I look out of my picture window, watching the beautiful view of the grassy field sway in the wind. Grabbing my easel, canvas, and everything else I can carry I run out the door, muttering a goodbye to Maezi and Roxi. I only get a small bark and meow as a response. Setting up by the stream that cuts through the field, I get to work.

Minutes or hours pass, I am not sure; my brush still working over the canvas in the pinks and oranges of tonight’s sunset. I close my eyes and savor the momentary breeze that passes, the hot night air almost too warm against my skin. Wiping my hands on my jean-clad thighs I switch to a much smaller brush. The dark hues of green covering the bottom of the canvas taking shape as grass after a few strokes.

Just as suddenly as I stop to assess the painting, I see a flash from the east, light so bright it is almost blinding. That can’t be good. I think to myself. Hurriedly, I pick up my supplies, careful not to touch the wet paint on my canvas. A strong gust of wind pushes me to my knees, sending everything in my arms flying.

Something hits my back, embedding itself into the skin. Then another, and another, until I can no longer tell when something hits me. I try to stand, my arms shaking as I attempt to push myself into an upright position. I am knocked down again. This force par more powerful than the ones before. The pain it causes by pushing whatever hit before further into my back is horrendous. I am not even sure if I am screaming. I must be, but I can’t feel anything but the searing white-hot pain shooting from my back.

Another wave of it hits, sending me reeling. My mind is a muddled mess, too scattered to comprehend anything but pain. It feels as if the skin is peeling itself away from my muscle. Lying on my stomach, unable to get up, I finally feel my eyes grow heavy. Oh shit! Maezi and Roxi! I think as everything becomes more and more blurry. The last of my thoughts leave as I finally succumb to the darkness.

~<>~<>~

Something tickles my face. Instinctively, I swat at it, it comes back. I struggle to open my eyes, the heavy feeling of my eyelids foreign. Peering at the scene around me, I begin to panic. Everything is dead, most of it is smoking. Scrambling, I run in the direction of my house. Praying to whatever god there is that Maezi and Roxi are okay. They are all I have.

I arrive faster than I thought I would, but don’t question it. Throwing open the door I find them asleep, curled up next to one another. Safe. An audible sigh of relief escapes my lips, Maezi perking up at the sound. Tail wagging, she runs over to me, nearly tackling me.

“Miss me girl?” I say into her fur, hugging the large dog will everything in me. Roxi lazily pads over, eying me warily. “Missed you too Roxi.” I mumble, holding out my hand for her sniff. She seems satisfied that it really is me as she soon resumes her place on the large animal bed, and proceeds to give herself a bath.

I however, despite being unconscious for an unknown period of time, am exhausted. Patting Maezi one more time, I get up off the floor and make my way into the bathroom, figuring that a shower might be a good idea before I sleep again. As I undress, I look at my back. All I see are scars. Not open wounds like I expected, or even scabs, scars. There is hardly any normal skin left. Was I really out that long? Shaking my head, I step into the shower, the warm water comforting.

Maybe I really was out there longer than I thought. But no other signs indicate that I was. Roxi wasn’t mad which means it hasn’t been that long since she was fed and Maezi didn’t seem overjoyed – any more than normal at least – to see me. Still, my back is covered in scars. Water now cold, I wrap myself in a fluffy towel, one of few luxuries I allow myself to spend obnoxious amounts of money on, and stare at myself in the mirror. I don’t even look tiered or hungry; I’m not hungry. Nothing is making sense.

I don’t bother with pajamas before slipping into my bed, the soft sheets and blankets against my bare skin almost euphoric. Sighing, I let sleep take me, but not before I feel Maezi and Roxi jump up onto the bed with me.

~<>~<>~

Five years later

I feel Maezi nudge my hand with her snout, wanting some form of attention. Today seems different though, there seems to be a slight buzzing in my blood. A stronger current of power than normal. Whatever it means, it can’t be good. Ever since my discovery a few months after the blast that left me with a back full scars, I found that I was able to do things that I wasn’t before, that no one should be able to. Still, I am too scared to use them. I don’t know where they came from, nor do I particularly want to.

“Maezi, everything is fine. I will give you love in a minute.” I tell her, the insistent nudging paused. “I have to finish this,” flick, “last,” swipe, “part,” dot. I set down the brush, pleased with the outcome. I also haven’t looked at my painting in length though and know that once I do that reaction will change. Staring at it, I already feel it shift from pleased to mildly impressed, to just meh.

A surge of something I have never felt goes through my veins, obviously connected to my powers. Panicking I run outside. I don’t know what is happening, but whatever it is, it feels strong. The last time something happened, I was lying in a dead and smoky field. Stopping in another grassy field I try to suppress the urge to let go of the powers, too scared of what will be unleashed. It becomes painful, too painful. I scream.

Uncontrollable pulses flow from my body, spreading out and killing everything in its path. No! I can’t let it kill Maezi and Roxi! I concentrate on the power, desperately trying to pull it back, to keep it from getting near my pets, my family. I think I am screaming, but all I can focus on is trying to stop the pulses, to stop the decimation. It works. Everything rushes back to me, hard. It knocks me back and sends me flying. This time I know I scream. Just like the first time, everything goes black.  

~<>~<>~

“This is where it said it came from.” A man’s voice says.

“There is nothing here Bruce.” A different man replies.

“I know that Steve! But the tech said it was, it hasn’t failed before.”

“Um, guys.” A female this time, obvious annoyed.

“Well maybe –” The woman cuts him off.

“GUYS!” She yells.

“What?” Both men say.

“Something is glowing over there. And it looks like a person.”

I can’t open my eyes, like last time. Only it feels different, like it is stronger than the first time. I must have made a sound because the footsteps walking toward me stop. I grunt, trying to sit up. After a few tries, it works. “Shit. That was worse than last time.” I mumble, forgetting that there are at least three other humans close by. I rub my eyes and open them to see three very surprised and very confused faces.

“What do you mean that was worse than last time?” The blond man asks. He looks familiar. I know I have seen him from somewhere. The big green man, I know who that is, what’s his name? Hulk! This is Dr. Banner.

“Well shit.” I say, not realizing I said it so loud.

“Care to explain why an energy pulse akin to the Infinity Stones came from this area not long ago and you are the only one sitting in the vicinity?” The woman asks, I believe her name is Natasha.

“The what?” I ask, knowing it came from me but not understanding anything else. “It came from me I guess but what are the Infinity Stones?”

All three of them turn white, I didn’t think the Hulk could change colors, but he did. “The Infinity Stones, the thing that allowed Thanos to dust everyone five years ago?” The blond I now know to be Steve Rogers says. It is my turn to turn white.

“Oh shit.” I panic. “Did you see anything burning?” I ask, still panicking.

“No. But –”

“Oh fuck. Maezi. Roxi.” I mumble, not hearing anything but my own blood pumping. What if I hurt them? “I have to get back. I have to get back.” I say, almost chanting. I can feel my heart in my throat, everything is too much. I can’t have hurt them. I just can’t.

I open my eyes, fully expecting to see three virtual strangers peering at me. Instead I see Maezi and Roxi looking at me from their bed, curious. “What the hell?”

[mysteli]

Alarm (Jake X MC)

A/N: Hey! So I wanted to do another Jake fic really bad and I actually got this idea from when I answered an ask! So thank you @brightpinkpeppercorn for the idea! I really like this and I hope you do too! Enjoy! ❤️❤️

Warning: Elements of NSFW 

Tags: @princesstopgun @mechaspirit @xo-endlessmayhem-xo @endlessly-searching-for-you @brightpinkpeppercorn @skyila 

Gonna tag @writtenbycandy and @delphinuskelly as well!

A blinding light bathes her vision, forcing her ocean eyes open. The sun beams through the sheer curtains, causing Logan to stir awake. She blinks a few times, in order to fix her slightly blurry vision and block out the glow of the sun. Her platinum hair is tousled, stray strands dangling over her eyes and she can see them swaying lightly.  

The sun doesn’t rest, not giving her a chance to fix her vision. Groaning lightly, she rolls over, the duvet of the bed twisting with her. Her eyes almost widen and she flinches when she comes face to face with her sleeping husband. Logan had numbed over the fact that Jake’s hands are wrapped tightly around her waist, a little looser now that she’s rolled over. She’s barely inches away from him, as she admires his sleepy state. His sandy hair is messy from his sleep and stray pieces drift down his tan face. Heavy breathing escapes Jake’s lips, puffs of smoke colliding with Logan’s face. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps and she likes to watch him sometimes. 

She can’t help but chew on her bottom lip, as she recalls the events from last night. Jake came home really excited because he and Mike finally finished building his new plane and let’s just say, he took his excitement out on her. Like he really took it out on her. 

She smirks at her thoughts and can’t help but let out a faint giggle. Jake stirs but doesn’t wake up. Almost instinctively, she reaches out and brushes one of the stray strands of hair out of his face, not tearing her gaze away from him. She doesn’t seem able to.

“You can stop staring at me now.” Jake suddenly points out, his eyes remaining closed but scaring the absolute shit out of Logan.

Out of her control, her eyes widen and she barely catches his mischievous smirk that formed. She shoots up from her position and slaps Jake with a nearby pillow. 

“You scared the fucking crap out of me!” She complains, ducking before he could launch the pillow back at her. Her eyebrows arch in annoyance and she clutches the duvet that barely covers her bare chest. 

Jake laughs obnoxiously, sitting up with her and raising an eyebrow at her. “Oh come on, Princess. Admit it was funny.” He urges, running a hand through his tousled fawn locks - a devious glint in his cerulean eyes.

She rolls her eyes, shaking her head at him. “No. I could have died, I hope you know.” Logan claims, sighing heavily and Jake’s constant laughter only increases.

“You���re cute when you overreact.” Jake teases, stroking his chin thoughtfully and allowing his smirk to stretch out across his lips, revealing his crystal white teeth. 

Logan moves to nudge Jake playfully but he’s too quick and pins her down on the bed, grasping her arms tightly. She squirms and struggles to escape his firm grip and all he does is watch her intently, with a sexy smirk planted on his tinted lips.

Eventually, she surrenders, narrowing her sapphire eyes at him playfully. “You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” She claims, rolling her eyes at the priceless look on his face. That mental picture is now engraved in her mind forever.

“Admit it. You love it.” Jake jokes, leaning down so his face is inches from Logan’s, brushing his lips barely against hers for a moment and when he pulls away, Logan groans annoyedly. But she can’t really hide the smile that’s playing at her lips.

“Well, I love you.” She responds, finally allowing her sweet smile to shine in all its glory. It definitely affects Jake. His eyes suddenly burn with desire, destroying all mischief that once ruled. Electricity jolts through his body, seeming to activate all of his animalistic instincts. Noticing, Logan’s genuine smile is replaced with a teasing smirk. “What’s up? You’ve got that look in your eyes.”

Jake sighs heavily, leaning once more - so close that the stray strands of his hair graze Logan’s pale but beautiful face. “Only you seem able to do that to me, Princess.” He admits, flinching when Logan frees herself from his weakening grasp and places her hands on his bare chest - harder than intended. 

She rolls her and Jake over so she’s on top, straddling him and keeping her hands firmly placed on his chest. He raises an eyebrow at her, a questioning look in his eye. Logan leans down slowly, testing Jake’s impatience, before finally bringing their lips together in a soft but passionate kiss. It last longs and it lingers longer than intended. 

Just when Jake thinks it’s over, Logan starts making her way down his jaw and over his neck, desire fuelling her like a drug. Jake fidgets from her touch, not able to hold back the deep groan that is released from his mouth. Her hands caress his chiselled figure and she leaves a trail of passionate kisses from his chest to the end of his stomach. That’s when Jake realises where this is going. Before anything could escalate, he tugs Logan gently by her hair, gaining her attention as she moves so she’s staring into his eyes. 

“Something wrong, Jake?” She asks, a genuine look of concern on her face but Jake expected her to be teasing non stop but he always underestimates her. 

“Nothing’s wrong. It’s just I don’t think we have time.” Jake admits, rubbing his eyes tiredly, regretful that he didn’t get much sleep last night and who is to blame for that? He’s supposed to be out to help Mike really early this morning. 

Logan can’t help but frown at his words, remembering that Jake did tell her he’s gonna be out all day and she didn’t have any classes so she wouldn’t be preoccupied like she usually is when he works. 

“Can’t you spare your loving wife five more minutes?” Logan asks, almost rhetorically and her hands start moving down Jake’s chest slowly but surely. He follows her gaze as her palms drift down his stomach and he can’t help but hiss when her fingers find him. 

She smirks at his reaction, watching how he rolls his eyes after she pauses. “I really don’t have time, darlin’. I already overslept and Mike’s gonna kill me enough as it is.” Jake tries to reason with her but while he does, his eyes continuously drop down to her perfect figure, which ruins any chance of him getting away from her today. 

“Mike will understand. He’ll be surprised enough if you even show up.” Logan jokes, running a hand through her platinum hair and Jake’s cerulean eyes snap up when he catches on to her sudden comment. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He questions, a priceless look on his face and Logan can’t help but giggle mockingly - surprised by how clueless he is.

“Oh come on, don’t act like you don’t know. All our friends joke about us being like animals with no control.” Logan reminds him and he rolls his eyes, remembering all the weird and unusual and might he add, terrible, jokes that all their friends pull almost everyday. It’s actually stupid. But he can’t completely block the playful smirk that crosses his lips. 

“You’re not complaining, are you?” He teases, watching how Logan plays with the strands of his sandy hair. However, she stops at his sudden words, an unreadable look on her face. Eventually, it melts into a mischievous expression and he immediately regrets making such a joke. 

“I can show you that answer if you want.” She suggests, her lips lingering on his for a moment but she pulls away and Jake narrows his eyes, trying so hard not to be tempted by her touch. 

He forms a smirk, a playful look in his eyes. “Well... when you think about it...” He begins, pausing as he takes her exterior in, knowing his next words are going to piss her off. “I gotta get up.”

As he says that, he rolls them both over so that he’s on top once more, pinning her down. Then, he releases her and drifts off his side of the bed, watching how in disbelief she is. Her eyes widen into ovals and she tosses yet another pillow at him, as he sits at the edge of the bed, stretching and trying to wake himself up.

The pillow misses him and Logan collapses onto the bed, a deep sigh escaping her. “You’re mean, Jake.” She says simply in a mocking tone. Jake can sense her sticking her tongue out at him. Suddenly, a lightbulb goes off in her head and she smiles slyly. “Guess I’ll just have to keep myself busy today then.”

Jake freezes, only just then catching on to what she was suggesting. Oh shit. Of course, this was her way of enticing him. Too bad it’s working very well. Her words rang in Jake’s head a million times and he tries to hold back his temptation, staying still and not daring to move from the edge of the end.

A moment of silence passes before he feels a pair of arms wrapping around his waist, as Logan leans her head against the back of his shoulder. 

“Jake wouldn’t want me to be lonely though, now would he?” She tries again and his senses his heartbeat start to increase rapidly. Any other person would see this as desperate or needy. Jake especially saw it with any other girl in his past. But no. This is his wife. Logan frickin’ Mercer. And this is the sexiest thing he’s ever seen on her. 

He grasps her arm that’s snaked around his waist. “Princess... I...” Jake struggles to speak when he feels Logan’s free hand drift down his stomach and her mouth start to nibble at his ear playfully. His eyes roll back and his muscles flinch at her touch. That was his breaking point. “...I fucking hate you.” He whispers huskily and turns to face his wife, who’s eyeing him with pure desire in her eyes.

He stands up momentarily and pushes Logan onto the bed, hunger crossing his cerulean eyes. After taking her in, he smashes his lips against hers, immediately bringing in the urgency and passion. The rhythm builds instantly and all their emotions seem to escape in these kisses. Logan smiles against his lips, pulling away for a minute but keeps their noses touching and grazing each other. 

“What changed your mind?” She asks, her desirable gaze burning with intensity into his own eyes.

“...You.”