#HUMMING WHAT YOU DO WHEN YOU WANT TO KILL US WILL MOTIVATE US TO NOT SAY DERRY

[robynshellhole]

Spoke to an Orangeman for the first time.

Never again.

[mistiell]

Let me put my Lips to Something

Pairing: Spencer x Fem! Reader

Summary: After learning about his aversion to touch, you tone down the physical affection. Spencer finds himself missing your touch, and after weeks of yearning, he’s had enough. He decides it’s time to fix this.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Fluff, it gets pretty steamy towards the end but nothing graphic so I don't think this needs age restricting lmao

A/N: Part 2 to “I’m Starvin’, Darlin’”. The feedback on the last part motivated me to finish this in like, a single sitting lmao. Hope y’all enjoy! :)

P.S. My requests are open so if you wanna send something in for Spence, I'll do my best to get to it quickly!

Part 1 - Current - Part 3

Spencer hadn’t realised how much he wanted — how much he needed — your touch until you stopped. Where there was once that warm, tingly anticipation whenever he made you laugh, there‘s now a strange absence left in its wake. Where there used to have been a bump or a squeeze, there are awkward smiles and nervous glances. Like a line of dialogue without end quotations, left to hang in the balance while the author considers what should be said next.

It’s killing him.

He’s come to realise that this want extends beyond the bounds of anything that could ever be considered platonic. He wants more than your touch. He wants you.

He craves you, finds himself remembering the way your arms felt around him the last time you hugged him. Finds himself fantasising about how it would feel to be the one to take you in his arms. How it would feel to be the one to hold you; to cradle your face between his palms and lose himself in your kiss; to let go of his inhibitions and drown himself in the depths of your affections.

He wants your time and energy. He wants your attention and praise. He wants to be the one to make you smile and laugh so hard your stomach hurts. He wants to be yours, and he wants everyone to know it.

It’s only been three weeks since that night at the bar, but even so, he feels like if he doesn’t figure out how to tell you how he feels, he might very well lose his mind. You’re right across from him all day, five days a week. It’s torture. Perhaps he’s being dramatic, but at this point, he’s well beyond caring.

The problem is, how on earth is he supposed to go about confessing to you? He’s never been suave or charismatic. He’s awkward and dorky and breaks a sweat every time anyone even remotely attractive looks his way. He’s never felt this intensely about anyone before, never desired anyone this way before. Sometimes, late at night when he’s finally tucked himself into bed, he attempts to calculate the probability of you ever wanting him in the way he wants you.

In his pessimistic mind, that number is despairingly low.

“Spence?” He startles at the sound of your voice, snapping his head up to look at you.

You’ve worn a different lipstick today. It’s a little darker than your usual colour, a rather glossy, rosier shade of mauve. He thinks he’s seen it somewhere before, and the name pops up from somewhere in his memory.

“Rum raisin.” He mumbles, staring intently at your lips and wondering briefly if it would transfer if he kissed you.

“What?” You cock your head at him with an amused sort of confusion.

He blinks once before clearly his throat, “Oh, um, your lipstick.”

You raise your hand so your fingertips hover over your bottom lip as you smile at him, “How’d you know?”

“I saw it in a drugstore once.”

You chuckle and shake your head, “Your memory never ceases to amaze me, Spence.”

His heart swells as he smiles sheepishly, “Thanks.”

You hum before gesturing to two big boxes of files that are sitting on your desk, “Could you help me run these down to records?”

“Oh, yeah.” He’s quick to cross the short distance to your desk and purposely picks the heavier of the two boxes.

The trip down to records is a rather tedious one as of today. The elevator is out of order so you have to take the stairs from the sixth floor to the third.

“Do you like rain?” You ask, and it takes him a moment to realise you’re looking out water speckled windows at the stormy street below.

“Yeah.” He leaves out the part that the possibility of power outages and the darkness that accompanies them unnerves him greatly.

You turn your head to smile at him as you reach the records room, “Me too.”

He opens the door for you before you have the chance and lets you go in first, letting the door shut behind him. He follows you into the room, weaving between shelves and stepping over boxes that have yet to find their places. He watches you skim over the yellowed labels, your lips twitching as you read them off in your head.

You find the spot you’re looking for and make a sound of satisfaction before bending at the waist to slide the box into place, your skirt sliding a little further up to press against the plush flesh of the backs of your thighs. His gaze wanders up the length of your body and stops at your chest. From this angle, he’s able to see the curve of your breast and he swallows hard. Squeezing his eyes shut, he shakes his head, feeling ashamed for ogling you like that.

Behind the darkness of his eyelids, he sees the lights flicker and when he opens them, he finds he’s not able to see much more than when he had them closed.

Shit.

“Damnit, the power’s out.” You curse, taking the box from him and slotting it in next to the other.

He takes a deep breath. The dark isn’t as frightening with you there in front of him, but that familiar anxiety pricks his chest and settles heavy in his gut.

“Spence?”

He wonders when the emergency lights will come on. Maybe they’re already on in the hall. He feels along the wall and shuffles back over to the door. When he tries the knob, he finds it locked. Now he’s panicking a little.

Well, maybe a lot.

There’s a clap of thunder outside that’s so powerful that he feels it in his chest and he jumps, breath catching in his chest as he screws his eyes shut as if it’ll make a difference.

“Spence?” You call again softly, “Are you okay?

“Y-Yeah.” He stutters.

“You don’t like storms?”

He shakes his head before realising you can’t see him, “No, not really.”

“Me neither.” You whisper, and he hears the shuffling of your clothes as you shift your weight between your feet and huff a breathy puff of nervous laughter, “I don’t like the dark either.”

“Me neither.” He echoes, wetting his lips briefly as he considers how to comfort you despite how anxious he is himself.

Carefully, tentatively, he reaches for you in the dark and takes your hand, just barely brushing his thumb over your knuckles. Your skin is soft and warm, and he attempts to find your face in the dark as he murmurs ever so softly, “Is this okay?”

“Yeah.” You reply just as softly, squeezing his hand.

It’s a little unsettling not being able to see you. He can hear you breathing, and having your hand in his feels so nice, but he wants you closer.

“Can I…” He trails off, but tugs at your hand so you’ll step a little closer. He swallows his nerves, “Can I distract you?”

It’s a lame excuse, but it’s all he can come up with on the spot.

“Distract me how?” He can hear the smile in your voice and it encourages his steadily growing confidence.

He pulls you closer, and you step further into his space. He places a hand on your waist, and you don’t recoil. In fact, you come a little closer and set a hand on his chest. You slide it along the length of his shoulder and up the back of his neck to thread your fingers in the hairs at the base of his skull and he shudders, lips parting to sigh softly. Your thumb settles just behind his ear and strokes the skin there tenderly and he can’t stop himself from leaning down to gently bump your nose with his, giving you plenty of time to pull away, to tell him you don’t want this.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask so innocently, breath fanning over his lips in a steady rhythm as his eyelids flutter shut.

“Please.” He breathes, leaning in to meet you halfway.

Your lips meet his timidly and his heart stutters in his chest. There’s a second where you pull back to let him breathe, let him get used to the feeling. His eyes open a sliver, just enough to make out the edges of you in the dark as his brain catches up with his body. And then the shock passes.

And he devours you.

The hand that was on your waist comes up to cradle your cheek as he brushes his tongue against your bottom lip in a silent request. You grant it, opening up to him to let him roll his tongue against yours. You stand on your tiptoes and lean further into him, returning the kiss with a fervour he wasn’t expecting but welcomes happily. He can taste your lipstick and is pleasantly surprised to find it tastes a little like vanilla.

There’s a push and pull of tongues and teeth and soft little sighs as he dares to slip his hands down and pull you flush against him by your hips, revelling in the breathy moan that slips from your throat and meets his mouth. He pulls away only to kiss sloppily at the corner of your mouth and down your jaw. He nips at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, smiling against your skin when you gasp and tug at his hair. Mouthing at your skin, he searches until you whine and shudder after he drags his teeth over a particular spot and focuses his attention there.

He sucks a nice bruise into the spot, some primal part of him driving him to mark you up and claim you as his while he has you here. He bites a little too hard and you hiss, making him pull back and search for your face in the dark.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“Mm-mm.” You hum before immediately capturing his lips again, slipping your tongue into his mouth and swallowing the moan that escapes him.

He guides you by your hips until he has you pressed against the door, sliding a hand down the length of your thigh before slipping it up past the hem of your skirt to grab greedily at your flesh. He hikes your leg up by his hip and you hook your knee around it to pull him impossibly close.

His touch is tender even as he practically swallows you whole, thumb stroking the side of your thigh where your skirt has ridden up. He rolls his hips up against your experimentally and you whine, urging him to do it again. This is what he’s wanted — craved — for so long. You’re warm and soft in ways that his imagination could have never replicated. He’s dizzy, drunk on your kiss, on your touch, on you.

He’s attached himself to your neck again — the other side this time — when the lights flicker on, startling you both into looking up at the ceiling.

The room is filled with nothing but the sound of your combined laboured breathing, and when he looks back at you, he finds your face flushed and your lipstick smudged. You look back at him and he notices your pupils are blown wide as you suddenly smile and start giggling.

“What?” He chuckles, letting go of your thigh so that you can stand on your own two feet again.

“Rum raisin looks good on you, doctor.” You laugh, thumbing the remnants of your kisses off of his bottom lip.

He kisses you once again, smiling against your lips.

You tug him back and laugh again, “You’re making it worse!”

He does it again, and again, and then peppers kisses over the side of your neck until you’re giggling something awful and have to scrunch your shoulder to your ear to keep him from tickling you.

“Spencer!” You squeak as quietly as you can and he pulls away laughing.

Your giggles die down, and then you’re both left in a silence that isn’t awkward, but isn’t quite comfortable either. He has to say something, but what?

“Hey, would you, um,” You start, glancing down at his lips and biting at yours nervously, “Would you like to go out with me sometime? Just us?”

He blinks, wanting to pinch himself to make sure this is actually happening, “Like, a date?”

You nod. He blinks again before practically beaming at you.

“Yeah.” He nods, attempting to correct the smudged edge of your lipstick with his thumb, “Yeah, I’d really like that.”

“Saturday? Five o’ clock? We can do whatever you want.”

He nods again, “Sounds good.”

“Good.” You smile, leaning up to kiss him, your touch so saccharine and gentle that his legs feel like jello beneath him.

The doorknob jiggles suddenly and he instinctively reaches to help you button up your blouse a little more while you fiddle with the collar until it covers the rather obvious hickey on your neck.

“Hey, are you two still in there?” Derek calls from the other side as you attempt to help Spencer fix his hair to no avail.

“Uh, yeah!” He calls, clearing his throat after his voice cracks up an octave, “We accidentally locked ourselves in.”

“Here.” You bend to slide the key under the door, and this time, he stares unabashedly, “That’s the key.”

The knob jiggles a little more before the door opens, and when it does, Derek eyes the two of you suspiciously, “You guys okay?” He locks eyes with Spencer and smirks, “You seem a little winded.”

“Yeah, we’re okay.” You smile, hastily walking out, “The boxes were just heavy. Plus, we had to walk all the way down here.”

“Yeah, okay.” Derek says, though it’s clear he isn't convinced. When you get a little further ahead of them, he claps Spencer on the back with a bright grin, “About time, loverboy!”

“Shut up.” Spencer shoots back, though he can’t help the smile that creeps up on his face.

This is not how he expected his confession to go, but — as he watches you walk down the hall a little ways ahead of him with a renewed pep in your step and your hair a little dishevelled — he is so glad it went the way it did.

———————————————————————

Edit: I had a couple people request a part 3 (Possibly smutty, but we shall see), and I'm curious about whether or not y'all would want that? Just let me know in the replies/reblogs. :)

Update: Part 3 is posted and linked at the top of this post :)

Taglist:

@louderfortheback @theblaxkbird @marimorena06 @special-forces7 @lolilkkk

[igotanidea]

Prevaricate: Dick Grayson x reader

(prevaricate - to avoid telling the truth)

Part 2 of The truth

***

“So, Y/N… What brings you to me today?”

“I’m seeing things—”

“What kind of things?”

“I think I saw my dead ex-boyfriend”

***

“Morning, sunshine…” Dick hummed, rolling on the other side of the bed, instinctively reaching arms to Y/N, who was still asleep next to him. “Wakey wakey…” with few strategically placed kisses he tried to coo her to open those beautiful e/c eyes and look at him.

“Hmmmm…” she only muttered in response, nuzzling into the mattress, trying to hide her face and prevent the ticklish sensation on her skin.

“Oh no, you don’t!” In a swift, quick movement she found herself on the back, ridiculously exposed and vulnerable. Dick only grinned mischievously and without missing a beat started showering her with affection once more, this time not limiting the multiple pecks to her face, but daring to kiss also her neck and shoulders. And adding some tickling on her side and under her armpits where he knew she was most sensitive.

“Stop it!” she chuckled, squirming in a poor attempt to break free. “Stop, stop!”

“Mmm, no. I don’t think I will. Not when you are clearly enjoying it.” He intensified the movement of his fingers, but still keeping it PG. They had the most wonderful night yesterday and as much as he’d love to just repeat it, she had to get her rest. And it was his job to let her know that Dick was head over heels with her, this was not a one-time-thing, that he was going to love her and take care of her. So the tickling was just that. Tickling. Without any ulterior motives on his part.

She deserved that much after everything that happened with Jason.

Jason.

Shit.

“Hey, you good?” Y/N looked at him carefully, quite surprised that he stopped teasing her so abruptly and got a little fogged gaze. “Mmm, Dick?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m good. Perfect, actually”  he hovered over her, placing a kiss on top of her nose, making her giggle. “Come on sunshine, get up. We got a whole day ahead of us, and I’ll make sure everything goes perfectly smoothly.”

“But –”

“Starting with breakfast.”

“But Dick-“

“Nuh-uh. You don’t dick me” he responded without thinking and then chuckled at the unintentional double meaning “Still. We’re having a perfect day.”

“Last night—”

“Hush.” He placed finger on her lips “Last night was everything I dreamed of. So do not tell me you regret it.”

Dick might have been smiling and having a teasing attitude at that moment, but in the back of his mind, the name of his younger brother was flashing like a red neon light.

Jason. Jason. Jason.

“I don’t regret it.” Y/N smiled.

Jason. Jason. Jason.

“Good. Very good.”

Jason, Jason, Jason, JASON!!

“Now come on, put something on that pretty curves of yours, so I can focus on pampering you and not on other things” Dick bent and threw her his shirt, earning a surprised gaze and a quirked eyebrow. “What?”

“You want me to wear your shirt?”

“Sure. You’re my girl now.” Dick shrugged casually.

“You’re so awfully confident of that-“

“Besides, that’s like killing two birds with one stone. We’ll both look hot like hot -you in my shirt and me bare chested. Unless you’d rather use some other combination of lack of clothes?”

“You’re such an idiot!” she laughed, putting on his shirt and following him to the kitchen.

***

Acting in his best interest, Dick decided that it was an absolute necessity to show Y/N off a bit, therefore after breakfast, she was almost dragged across the city, to make sure everyone noticed that the Dick Grayson had his arms all over Y/N Y/L/N while walking. That the Dick Grayson stopped almost every five steps to steal a little kiss from her lips. That it was the Dick Grayson pulling her to his side and guiding her to Bruce Wayne’s private jet just so they could have a little trip to whatever country they fancied.

It was so shallow and on show and should have felt wrong, but –

She was a woman.

There was no way for her to not enjoy it.

And even with the overboard uptake on things she was beaming like the sun (almost replacing the sun since Gothamites could not complain about its excess).

It was all too perfect.

***

What’s the saying?

All good things come to an end?

Yeah… well—

***

While Dick and Y/N were casually strolling around, happy with their happiness, someone else was following them.

Someone stealthy, quiet and observant.

And very, very angry.

“Hey, how about we get some ice cream?” Dick suddenly stopped in front of the ice cream stall. “Wait, let me guess, you want your fav flavor again?”

“Actually-“ she grinned “I’d rather try something new.”

“Oh?”

“You go and surprise me. I’ll wait here for you.” With a little peck on the lips she gently pushed Dick to the stall, wanting to somehow test his taste in flavors and maybe check out if he really knew her and would pick something she’d like.   

And then—

It must have been a mirage. There was no way that she actually saw who she saw.

Jason, Jason, Jason.

That was just someone confusingly similar to her lost lover.

With the very same hair and eyes and face and everything.

Looking right at her from the other side of the street.

Gone the very second the car passed through.

Y/N shook her head, rubbed her eyes and mentally called herself crazy.

“You good, babe?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, sure! What did you get me?”

She was with Dick now. And the sudden mind trick producing Jason’s silhouette in front of her eyes was nothing more than saying goodbye to her past.

Closing the door to what was and opening the ones to what would be.

***

A few hours later, they got back to their shared apartment, Dick immediately moving to start responding to the messages and reaching out to his friends, bragging about getting the most beautiful girl in the world.

Meanwhile, Y/N used the opportunity to excuse herself and call someone too.

“Bruce?”

“Y/N?”

“I need your help.”

***

“You didn’t tell her.” Batman said to Nightwing in a distinctive low voice.

“No. No, I didn't tell her.”

“So she doesn’t know.”

“Yeah, usually when someone is not told something that person doesn’t know, Bats.” There was a slight hint of annoyance in Nightwing’s voice.

“Not necessarily.”

“Huh?”

“Did you threaten everyone around to keep her in the dark as well?”

“I did not threaten—”

“Does she know, Nightwing?”

“NO.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“She called me earlier today.”

“What? Why would she call you?”

“She saw Jason. A few times actually. And now, she’s convinced she’s going crazy.”

“What?! There’s no way—she couldn’t have seen him! I was with her the whole time and—fuck!”

“She almost begged me to see our therapist.”

“Leslie!?” Dick stiffened.

“Hm.”

“Fuck! Batman! Do not tell me you arranged the appointment!”

“I did.”

“Fuck!” Dick groaned again. Leslie was a professional and helped the bat family on multiple occasions. But, the bad side of all that, was that as a therapist, she would probably encourage Y/N to dig in the truth. And that would mean a total disaster to their blooming relationship. And if Jason was already bold enough to start closing in on them – on her – this would mean trouble.

“Nightwing.”

“I’ll deal with it.” Dick hissed with the clenched teeth.

It looked like Gotham and Bludhaven’s favorite chatty and witty hero had just discovered his dark side.

Or just a possessive one.  

@avery1709 :)

[beanmachine69]

You’ve got me in the Nando feels now! Could you write a smutty (if you do smut) Nando x Lances Sister forbidden relationship/ secretly dating situation where you almost get caught in his drivers room?! Age gaps don’t hurt either 😏😂♥️

Good team, great time | Fernando Alonso

minors dni!

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” You whispered as Fernando dragged you by the arm, sneaking past cameras and people and straight to his drivers’ room. 

“Finally.” He sighed, as he pushed you against the door, moving closer till his face was mere millimeters away from yours. 

“If Lance finds us-” You started, nervous at how close he was to you, and just generally nervous about the whole situation.

“He won’t doll, relax.” He said, smiling.

“Easy for you to say, you’re not going to get killed if anyone finds us.” You hissed, slightly annoyed at how nonchalant he was about this. 

He hummed, nodding and choosing not to verbally respond, instead pulling your face closer to his by the chin and kissing you. You closed your eyes and melted into the kiss, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him lower. You both spent a few moments like this, slowly just kissing and smiling before he quickened the pace a bit, deepening the kiss and moving his hands under your shirt. 

Your slight whimper as he pinched your nipple made him smile into the kiss, pulling away to look at your face. God, what an adorable sight it was; your eyes all wide and expectantly looking up at him as your plump lips were parted and slick in anticipation. Though he’d only been acquainted with sights like these a few times before, Alonso truly felt the undeniable urge to see them again, and again- he was addicted to it and all possible hurdles didn’t seem to matter at all. 

“Fuck, fuck, Fernando I don’t think we should be doing this here.” You whispered, fear lacing your voice. 

“Where else baby? Do you want me to take you in the garage? I mean I don’t mind but-” He teased, smiling at how scared you looked. 

“No!” You responded, slapping his arm playfully, “I mean Lances’ room is right next to yours, he could hear us.” You warned, brows raising to see what his response would be. 

“I guess we just have to be quiet, no?” He smirked.

You hated it whenever he smirked, not because he looked bad or anything, but quite the opposite. He just looked so stupidly attractive, it annoyed the shit out of you- especially considering how often he did it too. It had become a thing between you two the past few weeks where he’d pass a smirk at you in the garage or the paddock and you’d just go bright red- he got some sort of joy from it. He found it so adorable the way you’d blush and look away, trying to play it off even though your face was a major give away. 

Fucking his boss’ daughter was not part of the el plan, yet here he was, sneaking around wherever and whenever he could to spend time with you. You were significantly younger than him, and though you were old enough to make your own decisions, your age gap would definitely earn you two more than just disapproving frowns from others. Fernando liked and respected Lance a lot as a teammate, hell he even really liked Lawrence, maybe he just liked all the damn Strolls, especially the one who was looking up at him now, mouth full of his dick and eyes watering as you choked on his length.

“Fuck yes, just like that.” Fernando sighed, relaxing on the stiff sofa under him. 

His hand was in your hair, guiding you as you rhythmically bobbed your head up and down his length, pulling away and watching as your spit spilled from your mouth and onto the dark pink tip of his dick. Your face was in close proximity to his member, so when you attempted to catch your breath, you were immediately hit by his scent, motivating you to lower your mouth back onto him, flattening your tongue on his head as you licked slowly. As much as Fernando appreciated your skill, he was more desperate for release, and so he exercised his authority and pushed your head further down so fast that you audibly gagged as he hit the back of your throat. You tried mumbling a ‘I’m fine’ but it only came out as a gargled noise as you began moving your head up and down again. 

Alonsos’ breathy moans were really, really turning you on; the way he groaned out your name from the back of his throat, and the way he moved his hips upwards and moaned louder every time you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him properly. Your mouth was eliciting the most satisfying sounds you had ever heard- his noises were so addictive, you didn’t want to pull away, not even for air- you just began steadily focusing on breathing from your nose so you could stay down for longer. At that point, you were willing to do whatever it took to keep those deep moans and sighs coming from the man above you. 

“Yeah cariño, just like that.” He moaned, a little louder than before, indicating that he was close, “Keep going, I’m close.” 

You nodded a response, not attempting to speak and focusing on picking up pace. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked him off like he was some sort of lollipop, you moved your head up and down as your hand came up from your underwear to caress his balls, massaging them gently. You continued this for a brief moment before his thrusts stuttered and his hips made a final, deep thrust into your throat the same time his hand grabbed onto your head and held it in place as he came inside your mouth. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, cariño.” He let out, barely able to control his volume.

You couldn’t breathe, and were gagging more than before with the extra pressure, but you kept it together and pulled away with a final suck on his head. You looked up at him and as your eyes met his dazed look, you visibly swallowed, bringing your thumb to clean the edge of your mouth. 

“Fuck, you look so good like that princesa.” He sighed, hand still in your hair as you relaxed against his leg. 

You were just about to reply to his comment when you were both startled by a knock at the door. You jumped up to pull your skirt up as Fernando struggled to put his trousers on. The knock repeated, except this time it was followed by Lances’ voice. 

“Hey Alonso you in there?” He asked. 

You panicked, frozen in the spot, terrified that you’d be caught by your own brother. You snapped out of the trance when Lance knocked again, your reflexes kicked in and you bolted to the cupboard, shoving yourself in there.

“Yeah Lance, uh give me a minute.” Fernando replied, cursing himself for not locking the door. 

He fixed himself up, picking your panties from the floor and shoving them in his pocket when he saw you close the door to the cupboard. He went up and opened the door himself, trying to make sure Lance wouldn’t enter the room itself. 

“Hey man, whatsup?” Lance asked when Fernando opened the door. 

You were frozen in your hiding spot, terrified of the idea of getting caught by your younger brother. You were in no state to be meeting him at this moment, and as the brief conversation between the drivers continued, your panic subsided, Fernando had managed the situation and Lance hadn’t even made it inside the room. The closet was small, and you could barely hear what the conversation was about, so you just sat there, recalling not just todays’ events, but last nights’ events too. You and Fernando had been sneaking around for a while and though it was all fun and games, you had unfortunately developed some feelings for the older driver along the way. He was funny, cute, and really caring and not to forget an incredible driver who was also indescribably attractive. Though neither of you could deny your attraction towards one another, you just weren’t so sure if the tender moments you two shared afterwards were something more than just extended aftercare. 

The closet door opened, Alonso stood in front of you, hands folded over his chest and a cocky expression washed over his face. 

“What?” You asked, a little confused at the expression. 

“That was exciting.” He replied, trying to contain a smile.

“My brother almost walked in on us, and you think that was exciting?” You questioned, mirroring his stance and folding your arms over your chest. 

“Isn’t the idea of almost getting caught kinda fun?” He pressed further, leaning closer and trapping you into the closet with his strong arms. 

“I mean-” You were cut off when he kissed you again, leaning in and pressing his lips onto yours far more gently than he did earlier. 

“You’ve been such a good girl princesa.” He mumbled as he pulled away, a small smile on his lips. 

“Mhm, have I?” You asked, knowing very well that the question was redundant and you knew where this was going. 

“Yes baby, now you decide, what do you want?” He asked, smiling and doing the thing with his lips where he pushes them out momentarily mid-smile.

“You,” You replied, re adjusting yourself to wrap your legs around him, your torso firmly trapped under him in the cupboard, “I want you fuck me, right here, right now.” 

“And what if someone catches us?” He asked sarcastically, eyebrow quirked.

“Isn’t that exciting?” You replied, smirking as you leaned upward to take him into a kiss.

Wrapping your hands around the back of his neck you brought his face lower as you deepened the kiss. You moved your hips upwards, rubbing your clothed core against him. At this point your skirt was pushed up so high, there was practically no use of wearing it. You ground against him for a moment before he took charge again, thrusting his hips into yours and pinning your hips down into the closet base. You moaned at the contact, surprised at how hard he was again. 

You mumbled something before reaching out to help him out of his pants as his fingers hooked onto your panties and pulled them off of you, toying a bit at your wet entrance. 

He aligned himself as he leaned in to kiss you, mouth capturing yours in a kiss so indulgent that he managed to muffle out your very loud moan when he slipped inside you. He didn’t bother waiting for you to adjust to his size, the door was unlocked and the only bit of a cover you two had was the open cupboard door, anyone could walk in at anytime- the thought of which was so exciting that Fernando began his thrusts, hard and fast, fucking you like he needed to. He knew that time was of essence, and he also knew to make you cum around him. 

His pace was relentless, and if it weren’t for his mouth on yours, muffling your moans, the whole damn paddock would have heard the way you moaned out his name with each one of his thrusts. For a split second you were convinced the wood of the cupboard base would snap under the pressure, your thought barely lasting a moment before it got discarded by the feel of your orgasm approaching faster than you expected. You tightened your legs around Fernando, barely managing to announce your situation before he nodded,

“Yeah princesa, me too.” He panted. 

His dick was repeatedly ramming itself into your g-spot, making your limbs quake under him. At that point your head was so devoid of thoughts, you simply could not think of anything apart from how good he felt inside you and how deep he was inside you. Your orgasm was threatening to explode, the only thing holding it off was your wait for his hip stutter to indicate that he was close, except no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t stop yourself from releasing all over him, head falling back as moans spilled out of you and as your walls squeezed him until he came, shooting his warm load into you. 

Your high had you seeing stars, your body shaking as the after effect of it. Fernando fell on you, collapsing onto you and wrapping his arms around you in a warm hug. 

“Santo Dios mi amor, I can’t get enough of you.” He panted, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

You giggled, not understanding the first bit but smiling anyway.

“What?” He stopped, pulling away to look at your red face, “You like that? You like it when I can’t control myself around you?” 

“Maybe.” You smiled, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth as you searched his eyes for any hint of some emotion akin to yours. 

“Good, I like that.” He smiled, kissing your forehead again. “Come on, come to the couch I wanna hold you for a minute.” 

He hadn’t pulled out of you, instead he scooped you up from under your arms and carried you to the small couch in the room, gently laying you on top of him. He stroked your hair as you made little patterns on his clothed chest, still blissfully dazed as his strong arms held you. 

“Y’know,” Fernando started, taking a deep breath in, “I was thinking you and I go to dinner sometime, maybe after the race?” 

“Yeah, I don’t mind.” You replied, avoiding looking up at him so he wouldn't see you blush. 

“Great, because I don’t want to keep sneaking around.” He chuckled, “Your dad asked me what my good-luck charm was these past few races, I wasn’t too sure he’d like my answer.” 

-

-

-

-

A/N: I LOVED THIS REQ SM! I'm sorry for making it a bit more romantic than requested, but I love this man and can't help it heh.

Please correct my Google translate Spanish if I've made any errors, it would be appreciated!

Thanks for the request Kat, apologies for the delay <3

As usual, the ask box is open for criticism and requests! Much love <3

[clarisse0o]

Camp Wiegman-Part 47

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe : Military School

Words: 7K

Masterlist

———————————————————————-

Saturday, February 6th; 09:15 AM -  Ona's Room

I wake up to rather pleasant caresses on my back. The tips of her fingers slowly and repeatedly glide along my spine. I savor the moment without opening my eyes, afraid that it might fade away.

"You know, I can tell you’re not sleeping anymore," Lucy murmurs with a hint of amusement.

I hum softly, vibrating against her chest in time with her chuckles. I tighten my hold on her as I stretch my limbs, finally fluttering my eyes open to adjust to the daylight. I realize I forgot to close the blinds last night. What a terrible host I am.

"Good morning," I mumble.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

I smile at her response. Once I feel awake enough, I glance behind me but am surprised to find us alone.

"Is Joan not here anymore?"

"He went downstairs about fifteen minutes ago, I’d say."

"Did he wake you?"

"I was already dozing a bit," she admits.

"Oh, sorry about that," I grimace. "I should have warned you. He tends to wake up early."

"It’s all good," she smiles.

"Didn’t you want to go running today?"

"Not really. I might have gone if I had a guide," she jokes.

I chuckle at the idea that she might still expect me to join her. I’ve done enough of anything that resembles jogging. I enjoy the feeling after a run, but it’s been so long since I’ve done anything that I’ll just end up killing my lungs. Plus, running is Lucy's passion. As I’ve told her before, I love that we have different worlds.

"Looks like you'll have to wait until you're back in Manchester."

"It seems so, yes. I had a feeling you wouldn’t be motivated," she laughs as I sit up. "What are you doing?"

I glance over my shoulder, seeing her genuinely curious expression. I smile and respond as if it’s obvious:

"Well, I’m getting up."

"Why? Come back," she pleads with a whine.

A small yelp escapes me as she pulls me back down, then pins me by half-lying on top of me. Her laughter echoes in my ears, making me smile. It’s true that we’ve stayed in bed a little longer these past couple of days, but I didn’t expect it to continue. From what I know, Lucy is someone who wakes up early and doesn’t like to linger in bed.

"I was just keeping my distance before. In reality, I’m someone who loves spending time in bed with her girlfriend."

"Really?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Mmhmm," she smiles. "So, can we cuddle?"

"If you ask so nicely."

My laughter is muffled by her lips capturing mine for our first morning kiss. I bite my lip when she continues kissing down my neck. I almost reopen my wound when she starts gently nibbling on my skin.

"Lex," I whisper, gently pushing her shoulders.

"Weak spot, Miss Batlle?" she teases after a final kiss on my neck.

The smile she gives me as she looks at me makes me melt. So this is the real Lucy, the one she’s hidden from me until now. I blush, trying to hide my face with my hands, but Lucy pins them down on either side of my head, laughing.

"I’ll take that as a yes. This kind of wake-up call is much nicer, isn’t it?"

"I could get used to it…" I reply, still blushing.

"Relax. I won’t do it again if it makes you uncomfortable."

"No, it’s okay... It was... nice."

She smiles at me before resting her head on my shoulder. I take advantage of the moment, being the one who gets to hold her for once. My hand plays absentmindedly with her hair as I reflect. It really was nice. I need to learn to relax. I’ve already accepted that Lucy is the only one who can help me, and it seems that’s truly the case.

"Do you remember the weekend in the Alps we wanted to spend with my friends?" she breaks the silence.

"The one I ruined because I got sent back to class?"

"Indeed, that’s the one," she giggles.

She props herself up on her elbows to look at me. I feel embarrassed just thinking about it. I had felt so guilty for canceling her plans. Plus, it was a rare opportunity to get closer to her at the time.

"I remember, yes. Why do you ask?"

"I might have changed my mind about you coming with us," she tells me, letting her fingers trail along my stomach.

"Oh, really...? Is that still happening?"

"Yeah. We’ve rescheduled it for a week during the next school break since I couldn’t make it the first time. I’d like you to come with me."

"And how would I get there? You’ve already planned everything, right? Aren’t you all flying?"

"No, we’re driving there, and as for the room, I’ve reserved one with a double bed. I’ll just need to notify them of your presence to adjust the price..."

"You realize that means we’ll be sharing a hotel room for an entire week?"

"Of course," she smiles. "I want that, or I wouldn’t be asking. The only question is whether you want it too. If it helps, I heard Alexia will be coming as well."

"Really?" I ask, surprised.

"Mmhmm," her smile grows. "Jenni wanted to bring her along for once. And Ingrid will probably invite Mapi if their relationship has evolved and she knows you’re both coming."

"You’ve thought of every argument to make me say yes, huh?"

"I want you to come. We need this, and we won’t have a better opportunity to spend time with all our friends together."

"You know, my answer was yes from the start, but I appreciate that you’re still trying so hard to convince me."

"You idiot."

We laugh together before she rests her head back on my shoulder.

"Speaking of Mapi and Ingrid... Do you think they’ll be okay?" I ask.

"Why wouldn’t they be?"

"I don’t know... I haven’t really had time to follow their relationship... So I’m worried about Mapi."

"I’m not worried about them. They both have commitment issues, but Ingrid will take it in stride and reassure her. She wanted a new relationship. To be honest, I think they’re made for each other."

"I hope so..." I murmur, staring at the ceiling. "Mapi has reasons to be scared, you know. Her parents didn’t exactly give her the best love possible. And as for her romantic relationships, I dumped her like an old shoe, and her ex cheated on her with my ex, so..."

"You still care about her a lot to be so concerned, huh?"

"We’ve been through a lot together, so yes, of course. But tell me... I had the impression you didn’t like her that much. How come you talked to her when we weren’t on good terms?"

"You’re exaggerating. It’s not that I didn’t like her, I just thought she had a bad influence on you. And, I guess I was jealous of your relationship in a way..."

"Thought?" I repeat. "So you don’t think she’s a bad influence anymore?"

"No," she sighs. "When you stopped writing to me, she started harassing me, lecturing me. She was afraid you wouldn’t recover. That’s when I realized how much she cares about you. Sure, she drags you into her crazy plans, but she’ll always take care of you..."

"I’m glad you understand that... Mapi is really amazing, if you only knew. We support each other a lot because we know everything about each other, but you have nothing to be jealous of. Sure, she’s my ex, and we’re very close, but..."

I shrug, smiling softly.

"If we wanted to get back together, we would have done it a long time ago. If I had to describe her to someone, I’d say she’s my best friend, or even the third daughter of the family since she’s always hanging around here when I’m here," I chuckle.

"I know," she smiles. "You know what really feels strange to me? That your ex is dating my best friend."

"Put that way, it is indeed very strange," I laugh. "At least it’s no longer ambiguous between us. Well, Mapi did kiss me not too long ago, but believe me, she quickly regretted it," I giggle.

- "What?" She furrows her brows, sitting up. "She kissed you?"

- "It was nothing crazy," I reply with an amused smile. "It happened during Christmas break. She had just been dumped and needed some affection. She regretted it the second she realized what she had done, if that makes you feel any better."

- "Hmm... And I'm supposed to not worry about her or the fact that her stuff is still in your room? I doubt you'd like it if you found my ex's things in mine, or if you knew one of them had kissed me."

I wince at the thought. No, definitely not. If I were in her shoes, I probably would have thrown them out the window and lost my cool.

- "She'll move all her things out if that's what you want."

She giggles, burying her head in my neck. Her nose brushes up and down along my neck.

- "No, of course not. I was just teasing. But let me tell you right now, if we ever live together, she's not allowed to infest our apartment with her stuff."

- "It's a promise," I chuckle.

- "Now I'm reassured," she jokes.

- "So, what about Ingrid...? Are they really in love with each other?"

- "Especially Mapi. You should see the messages she sends her. Ingrid showed them to me. They were super cheesy."

- "Oh no, please... She didn't do that?"

- "She did," she laughs. "I had no idea she was such a hopeless romantic," she adds sarcastically.

- "I can't believe it," I giggle.

Having known Mapi in a relationship, I can say she's far from good at writing mushy messages. I used to laugh at the ones she sent me, even though I never told her. Expressing her love wasn't her strong suit, but it was really sweet and adorable that she tried. I'm glad she's comfortable enough with Ingrid to send her those kinds of messages. It seems like she's finally found someone good for her.

- "And you know," Lucy continues.

- "Hmm?"

- "Mapi really helped change my mind about us. It's partly why I trust her more now. Even if that whole thing with Korbin hadn't happened, I would have come to see you to talk about our relationship. I just couldn't stand the distance between us anymore."

- "And what did she say to make you change your mind?"

- "Ah, that's a secret," she giggles, stretching. "Anyway, we should get up. The girls are probably waiting for us."

- "I doubt it."

- "You'd be surprised."

She kisses my cheek before heading to the bathroom. I raise an eyebrow, wondering if she's right about the girls. I'll find out soon enough. Lucy returns quickly, the only difference being that she's swapped her shorts for sweatpants, and her hair is now gathered in a messy bun. I bite my lip at the sight. She doesn't seem to notice as she heads to her suitcase to pack her clothes.

- "Why were you so upset after your last breakup?" I start a new conversation. "You never really talked about it."

We've talked a lot about Mapi and Feli, so I suppose it's okay to talk about her ex. Lucy pauses in her movements.

- "Are you sure you want to know?" she asks, running a hand through her hair.

- "Of course," I say, sitting up to pay more attention.

- "Okay. Do you remember that girl at the bar, the day I rejected you?"

- "Yes...?"

- "That was her," she says bluntly. "Her name is Alex, and we were together for four months. I thought she might be the one. We spent a lot of time together during the summer. In the end, she reacted like the others when I went back to work and blamed me for my lack of commitment. She wanted more, and I wasn't able to give it to her."

- "I see... Is that why you were scared for us?"

- "Partly, yes," she sighs. "I was afraid of making the same mistake with you and hurting you even more."

- "That won't happen. I'm not letting you go now that I have you. I'll keep chasing after you as long as you try to run away," I joke, making her smile.

- "Well, that's reassuring, I suppose."

I return her smile with a nod. She said I'm different from the others, and I plan to prove it. I care about her a lot, so there's no way I'm letting her go without a good reason. She hasn't let go of me yet, so neither will I.

- "Everything will be fine, I promise," I say.

- "I hope so.... Okay, now, I'm starving, so if you could get ready so we can go down."

I chuckle and nod. Before heading to the bathroom, I turn back to her.

- "Thanks for being honest with me. You were right about communication being important."

- "I'm always right, babe."

I laugh as I close the door. I slip into some sweatpants as well, then brush my teeth and hair before we head downstairs. I realize I haven't yet seen Lucy's house as I watch her looking around. Then again, we did arrive pretty late.

- "The house is really beautiful."

- "Too big for my taste, if you ask me. I'll give you a tour later, if you want."

She nods with a smile. Mine appears as we enter the kitchen and see Samuel busy at the stove.

- "Hey, handsome," I say, making him jump.

- "Oh, damn! You’re crazy! I almost had a heart attack!"

I laugh at his fake stern look. He doesn’t look convincing at all, especially since he pulls me into a hug the next second.

- "You’re lucky I missed you, or I’d make you clean up this whole mess," he says, pointing at the now-disorganized counter, which is apparently my fault.

- "Oops... Sorry."

- "Yeah, sure... You don't mean it at all."

- "It's true, you're right," I giggle.

- "How are you? I heard about your adventures. I didn’t imagine it was that bad," he grimaces.

- "I’m fine. It was worse at first," I reply.

He smiles, understanding that I don’t want to dwell on it, and finally looks behind me. I turn to see Lucy watching us with amusement from the kitchen entrance. She approaches when I extend my hand to her.

- "My mom probably told you about her... This is Lucy."

- "So you’re the one responsible for all of this, huh?" he teases. "Nice to finally put a face to the name, Lucy. I assume I can call you by your first name?"

- "Of course," she smiles. "It’s nice to finally meet you, too. She’s told me a lot about you."

- "Not as much as she talked about you. You’re the only person whose name I remembered, given how many times she mentioned you."

- "Sam," I groan, hiding my blush in Lucy’s arms.

- "Aw, don’t be shy," she giggles. "It’s cute," she says before kissing my forehead. "As for you, she’s talked a lot about your cooking. It seems she’s starting to prefer mine," she adds, making him gasp.

- "Oh, really? I’ll remember that,  Ona."

- "Shh! You weren’t supposed to say anything! Now he’s going to be sulking all weekend."

- "Don’t worry. She did say I absolutely had to try your dishes," she tries to make up for it.

- "Hmm, sure," he smiles. "Well,  Ona, you sure don’t pick the ugly ones, huh? And that’s coming from the gayest person on the planet."

His comment makes me blush again. He’s really not holding back today. Luckily, Lucy finds it funny and thanks him for the compliment.

- "So, who made the first move? I want all the details!"

- "You’re not getting anything," I say just as Lucy points to me.

I give her a wide-eyed look and tap her hand.

- "Don’t tell him!"

- "Oh, it’s not a secret," she smiles.

- "So, it was you, Onita ? I never would have guessed."

"I’m full of surprises, what can I say. »

I wait for their laughter to subside before offering Lucy a coffee. She accepts eagerly, so I start making it for her while preparing my hot chocolate on the side.

“You’re lucky. This is probably the first time she’s ever bothered to serve anyone,” Sam teases.

“Are you done?” I groan at Sam. “You’re going to scare her away!”

“Not at all,” Lucy replies. “I like being the exception.”

I glance at Lucy, who’s seated on a barstool, watching me with an amused expression. The least I can do is make her coffee. When I’m at her place, she always takes care of everything for me. It’s not my fault that my mom hired people to handle the household chores. I’m just taking advantage of the chance to do something myself since Sam usually forbids it.

“Are the girls already up?” I ask.

“Yeah, they’re eating in the dining room with Joan,” he informs me. “I made pancakes and pastries.”

“Great, thanks.”

“Jo’s happy to see you again, you know.”

“I know. He slept with us last night. Was he too much trouble?”

“A little, but nothing we couldn’t handle. You should check in with him more often. He asks me almost every day if you’ve called.”

“I’ll try, I promise,” I reply, feeling guilty. “It’s just been complicated lately—between my broken phone and all the drama…”

“Oh, right. What happened with that? You’re not the type to mistreat your phone.”

“I threw it on the ground out of frustration,” I shrug. “Mom let me get a new one,” I say, pulling it out of my pocket.

“Well, make sure you use it.”

“I will.”

I take my mug out of the microwave and hand Lucy her coffee. She thanks me with a kiss, which makes me smile like an idiot. I could easily get used to these little gestures of affection.

“That’s sweet,” Sam grins. “Are you planning on coming back for the holidays?” he asks us.

“Maybe. We’ll talk about it,” Lucy answers before I can.

“Hmm… Well, we’re going to join the girls. Thanks again for breakfast, Sam. See you later.”

“See you later, girls.”

I lead Lucy to the dining room, which is not far from the kitchen. It’s my least favorite room in the house, but I might change my mind when we find Mapi, Ingrid, and my little brother chatting and laughing over breakfast.

“Ah! There they are at last,” Mapi says when she sees us.

“Ona!” 

I hand my mug to Lucy and pick up Joan. He kisses my cheek and then, surprisingly, does the same to Lucy. I’m not used to him warming up to strangers so quickly. I’m glad he’s reacting this way with Lucy. He even asks Lucy to sit next to him. I’m going to get jealous if this keeps up! So, I sit across from Ingrid while my brother takes the seat between Lucy and Mapi.

“How are you, girls? Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah… We had a good night,” Mapi responds.

I can’t believe it! Mapi Leon blushing? That’s a first! Lucy and I exchange a knowing look. It seems like everything worked out fine after all. To avoid teasing her further, I turn to Lucy.

“What would you like?” I ask, taking her plate.

“Pancakes, please,” she answers with a small smile.

I serve her as well as she did for me. After I’m done, I hand her plate back and grab a pain au chocolat for myself. Sam made them from scratch, so they’re the best.

“Any ideas on what we could do this afternoon?” I finally ask.

“We could show them around town since they’re here,” Mapi suggests. “And bring the little rascal along.”

“I’m not little anymore!” my brother whines.

“Aww, you’re almost as touchy as your sister,” Mapi chuckles, pinching his cheek.

“Hey!” I protest.

“Let’s not start this early in the morning,” Lucy intervenes. “But exploring the town sounds like a good idea.”

“It’s definitely more pleasant than Manchester. This town seems great,” Ingrid comments.

“We could go out to eat afterward,” Mapi suggests.

“Yeah. We should let Sam know,” I agree.

“Yep, you’re right! I’ll go tell him now.”

She doesn’t wait for anyone’s confirmation before heading to the kitchen. I smile as I see Ingrid’s eyes follow her, then she turns to me.

“Your best friend has a serious commitment issue, huh? I thought I had one, but she’s worse than anyone.”

“I’m not surprised,” I reply.

“If I hadn’t kissed her, we’d still be stuck. But once she’s on board, there’s no stopping her!”

“We could do without the details,” Lucy interjects. “Especially with a child at the table.”

“Oh, I’m only talking about some kisses, nothing more.”

“We’re happy for you,” I say.

“That’s it!” Mapi interrupts with a huge grin. “We’ve got the all-clear for lunch.”

I suppress my smile, noticing how euphoric she seems. Last night must have done her a lot of good.

“By the way, did you ask  Ona about the Alps?” Ingrid changes the subject.

“Just now. You’ll have to put up with me for another week,” I answer.

“You should be saying that to Lucy,” she giggles.

“Don’t worry, we’re getting along quite well so far,” Lucy replies.

“Absolutely,” I nod in agreement.

I smile at Lucy, who seems to be teasing me. I understand why when she brings a napkin to my chin.

“You really don’t know how to eat.”

I feel embarrassed as the others laugh around the table.

“Thanks,” I mumble when she’s done.

“You’re welcome,” she smiles warmly. “So, are you taking her with you?” she asks Ingrid, nodding toward Mapi.

“Hmm… I’m not sure yet.”

“Really?” Mapi says, looking disappointed.

“What? It’s not even been a day since we got together.”

“They haven’t been together long either!” my best friend retorts, pointing at us.

“That’s different. They’ve been hanging out and sleeping together for a while.”

“Pff. Fine. I get it,” she says, pouting.

It’s funny to see Mapi get upset over something so minor. I would probably act the same way if I didn’t know Ingrid was joking. This shows they still have a lot to learn about each other. Over my visits to their office, I’ve discovered that Ingrid has quite a playful side—just as much as Mapi. Lucy is probably right when she says they’re meant to be together.

“You silly thing. Of course, you’re coming with us! And it’s not a question, it’s a requirement.”

Mapi’s reaction is priceless. She’s always been so dominant with me; this must be a new experience for her. I hide my amusement as I continue my breakfast, enjoying Lucy’s hand resting on my thigh. I realize I’m the last one still eating, and I need to hurry if we want to leave soon.

Saturday, February 6th; 2:00 PM - Downtown.

I’ve never seen the town so crowded as it is today. No one expected this. I have to hold Joan’s hand to keep from losing him. He’s now nestled between Lucy and me, but at least this way I’m sure we won’t lose him in the crowd.

“It’s crazy; yesterday, there was no one,” Mapi comments.

“We could have stayed at the restaurant longer if we’d known.”

« Ona,” my brother calls, tugging on my hand. “Can we go to the pool instead?”

“The pool?” I frown.

“It’s a good idea; it could be fun,” Lucy agrees. “There’s no point in staying here, anyway. We won’t see anything interesting with this many people.”

"Do you have enough swimsuits to lend us?" Ingrid asked me.

"Well..."

"You promised we'd go again someday!" Joan whined.

I bit my lip nervously. The idea didn’t excite me as much as it did the others. I sighed, releasing the tension in my shoulders.

"I think I can find something if that's what everyone wants."

"Yessss!" 

Joan drew attention by jumping up and down with excitement. No one seemed to notice my reluctance, so I kept quiet to avoid dampening everyone’s enthusiasm. We headed back to the car. Hector had agreed to let us use one on the condition that either Lucy or Ingrid drive. I was slightly annoyed by this. Lucy offered to let me drive, but in the end, I let her take the wheel. I might have agreed if we were alone, but today wasn’t the case. We returned home to gather our things. Fortunately, I found swimsuits that fit Lucy and Ingrid. Once ready, we set off for the indoor pool that also had a water slide park, as requested by Joan. Mapi and Ingrid reacted like big kids to the idea. Unlike in the city, we were relieved to see that there were far fewer people here. Mapi was the first to rush inside with Joan. It seemed like they had really missed this. It had been so long since we last came.

"This place is huge," Ingrid commented.

"Yeah. There are plenty of pools to satisfy everyone, so it’s really cool."

We caught up with Joan and Mapi, who were already in line to buy our tickets. The place was so big that it didn’t feel crowded. I managed to get ahead of Lucy to buy our tickets, including Joan’s, since she had already paid for lunch. She didn’t like it, but it was my weekend at home. When we’re in Manchester, she’s the one who pays, so it’s only fair to return the favor. Once everyone was through, we headed to the locker rooms. Mapi and Ingrid decided to share a locker, so we did the same with Lucy and Joan. The three excited ones were the first to finish undressing. I was the slowest. Lucy must have noticed because she told them to go ahead. Unable to hold them back any longer, they even took Joan with them, promising to keep an eye on her.

"Is everything okay?" she asked once we were alone.

"Yeah..."

"I can tell it’s not. Do you want to talk about it?"

I sighed softly. I wish she had noticed earlier. Neither of us had removed much yet. We had just taken off our jackets and shoes.

"I’ve never... you know," I said, gesturing to myself.

I realized she didn’t understand when she frowned. I nervously ran my hand through my hair, feeling anxious about confessing this to her.

"You're the only one, besides Joan, who’s seen me in my underwear since what Feli did to me. No one else has seen my scars, and I don’t feel comfortable being this exposed anymore. Plus, I still have bruises from Korbin, and they’re not exactly pretty."

"Why didn’t you say something earlier?"

"I don’t know. Everyone was so excited to come here," I shrugged.

She gently cupped my cheeks, forcing me to lift the head I had lowered.

"You should’ve told me."

"It’s fine, really... I need to push through this sooner or later."

"You don’t have to do it alone. If you had told me you were uncomfortable with your body, I would’ve told you that you’re beautiful to me, and you always will be. No matter how many marks you have, they’re part of your story, and you shouldn’t be ashamed of them."

Tears welled up in my eyes. Why is she so perfect? She smiled before kissing me tenderly. The kiss deepened with so much love that it made my stomach flip. While I was distracted, she gently lifted my sweater and took it off before I could even process what was happening.

"If I have to help you love your body again, I’ll do it. In any case, I’m very happy to be the only one who gets to touch it."

The way her eyes devoured my torso made me blush furiously. She bit her lip to stifle a smile as her gaze slowly moved back up to meet mine.

"I’d feel more comfortable if you took off your top too," I finally managed to say.

She chuckled softly and, to my surprise, complied. How can she envy my little belly when she has such a sculpted body? For the first time, I took in the sight, lingering on her lower abdomen where her abs were slightly visible. Not to mention the tattoo that made her even sexier. I should have looked back up, but my eyes were glued to her torso. It was her laugh that snapped me out of it.

"Glad you like what you see."

"Oh God, look at you! How am I supposed to feel confident next to you?" I retorted, making her laugh.

"Start running again if you don’t like your body. You only maintain it with exercise."

"Is that the future fitness coach talking?" I asked, watching her take off her pants.

"Maybe."

"I’m already jealous of your future clients."

"Clients?" she laughed. "We won’t be in school anymore. But if you want, I’ll give you a special training session."

"Oh really? Like an intense workout?"

"No. Like a girlfriend workout," she said with a wink.

"Maybe we can negotiate then," I joked.

"Alright, enough teasing. Get undressed so we can go."

I grumbled as I took off my pants. Seeing her in a swimsuit had made me feel a bit more confident. My girlfriend is a knockout. To think she chose me when she could have any other girl. I neatly folded my clothes before Lucy closed our locker. She kept the key by strapping it to her wrist. She smiled at me as she held out her hand.

"Ready?"

I nodded, taking her hand timidly. Without giving me time to think, she led me toward the showers. Walking behind her, I noticed a new tattoo that ran the length of her back.

"Wow," I breathed.

"What is it?"

« Your back »

"Oh, right," she laughed.

"It’s beautiful."

« Thanks. » 

We reached the showers, where only a few spots were occupied. We managed to get two next to each other to rinse off before heading to the pools. As we exited, I looked around for the girls, but they were nowhere to be found. Knowing them, they had probably headed straight for the slides. I gasped when I no longer felt my feet on the ground. Instinctively, I kicked my legs, but it didn’t stop Lucy from cradling me in her arms.

"Hey! What are you doing? Put me down!"

"Nope," she giggled.

I laughed when I realized she was enjoying herself. She gave me a playful smack on the butt as she approached the nearest pool.

"No, please! Don’t do this!"

I begged, clinging to her neck. Her laugh was muffled against my shoulder as I squeezed her tightly.

"Hmm... What’s your offer to avoid it?"

"Anything you want."

"Oh really?"

"Yes!"

"Alright. I’ll remember that you owe me one," she laughed, setting me down.

I groaned, punching her arm.

"That was really uncool."

"Oh, don’t pout, please," she said, pouting herself. "Or I might actually throw you in the water."

"No! Besides, I want to find the girls before getting in the pool."

"The girls can take care of Joan if that’s what you’re worried about. I’d like us to spend some time together if we can."

I bit my lip, thinking over her suggestion. It would indeed be a chance to enjoy some time as a couple and also to get to know this new side of Lucy. I liked discovering new aspects of her. I groaned when she made an adorable face to try and convince me.

"Stop making that face."

"Please," she insisted.

I had nothing to worry about with Joan, right? Ingrid was an instructor at a private school, so I had no doubt she could be serious about her safety. I sighed, clearly giving in to Lucy, who started to smile.

"Alright, you win," I conceded. "Let’s spend some time together."

"Yes!" she said, lifting me up again, making me panic.

"No, no, no, please," I pleaded, struggling as she moved toward the pool steps.

"Relax," she giggled. "Hold on to me and just let it happen."

"No, please. I don’t like getting in all at once. And I don’t want to get my hair wet."

"We’ll get in slowly together. And as for your hair, either tie it up or wash it again tonight."

"Luce!"

She ignored my pleas and continued to move forward, dipping her feet into the water. I quickly tied up my hair with the elastic around my wrist. It didn’t matter if it got wet; I just hated having it loose in the pool. Apparently, Lucy felt the same since she had tied hers up before the shower. I clung to her neck as I felt the tips of my toes touch the water next.

"Slowly, please."

"I promise."

I managed to wrap my legs around her waist so she could hold me better. I pressed closer to her as the water reached my calves. I held my breath as it began to rise to my thighs. Lucy must have noticed because she giggled softly.

"The water isn’t that cold. »

- "Speak for yourself," I whispered into her neck. "I can be really sensitive to the cold sometimes."

- "Then keep clinging to me. I love it," she murmured teasingly.

- "It's not funny," I giggled.

I suddenly inhaled sharply when Lucy took a big step, causing the water to cover our legs.

- "Stop, stop."

- "Oh, come on. The worst part hasn't even happened yet."

- "Exactly! It's coming."

- "Then brace yourself."

I whimpered into her neck as she continued to slowly make her way through the pool. Her upper body was warm compared to the coldness of the water. She lowered herself so that the water reached our chests. I rested my head on her shoulder, pressing myself against her as much as I could. She must have gotten the message because she tightened her arms around me.

- "It wasn't so bad, was it?"

- "No... Never with you."

She kept moving until she no longer had to bend her knees. I slowly lifted my head so we could look at each other for a moment without saying anything. I appreciated our closeness.

- "Your wounds are starting to heal," she noted.

- "Yeah... I still have some scabs."

- "Maybe, but your black eye is starting to fade."

I closed my eyes as she gently touched it. The gesture was soft until she pressed on it. I groaned in annoyance, reopening my eyes.

- "Sorry," she smiled sincerely. "I'll put some cream on it for you tonight."

- "Thanks," I murmured.

I closed my eyes again as I rested my head on her shoulder. She really was perfect in my eyes. Just like this moment we were sharing.

- "I still can't believe it..."

- "What?"

- "Us. It’s hard to realize..."

- "I know. That's why we need to spend time together outside of school, so you can separate things."

- "Going back is going to be tough," I sighed.

- "It’ll all be over soon."

- "By the way... What will happen after school?"

- "We’ll go over the offer I secured for you. We'll have time to talk about it during the next break. For now, the most important thing is passing your exams."

- "Ah, there you are!" a familiar voice suddenly interrupted. It was Ingrid.

I turned to see her standing at the edge of the pool with her arms crossed. Our moment alone didn’t last as long as I thought.

- "Is something wrong?" Lucy asked.

- "We thought you were going to join us, not sneak off to cuddle!"

- "Hey there!"

We didn't have time to respond before we were attacked by two human torpedoes named Joan and Mapi. I groaned in frustration, now completely soaked. I was also forced to step away from Lucy when Joan slipped between us.

- "Did you go on the slides?" Lucy asked her.

- "Yes! We almost did all of them with Mapi and Ingrid. Don’t you want to try them?"

- "Later, we’ve got all the time in the world," she replied.

Ingrid distracted me by jumping in to join us. Joan took advantage of this to take my place in Lucy's arms. He had learned to swim this summer but didn’t like staying in one spot for too long. I didn’t have time to process their conversation before Mapi jumped on my back.

- "Get down, Mapi."

- "No way, I'm taking advantage while you’re back. Besides, your mom told me to take it easy on my leg," she joked.

I frowned, recognizing a half-truth in her statement.

- "Is that true? Why?"

I placed my hand on the scars on her knee, looking at her briefly. I was one of the few people, along with my mom, that she allowed to touch them. I always worried when she mentioned her injury since she rarely talked about it because it was such a hard experience for her. My mom had helped her a lot through it, so I never felt jealous of their close relationship. I was just glad Mapi had someone to support her.

- "The pain has come back."

- "Why didn’t you tell me sooner?"

- "Because it wasn’t that important. Hey girls, should we head back to the slides now that we’ve found you?"

- "Don’t change the subject, Mapi," I growled. "It is important."

- "I’m fine, I promise."

I sighed when she kissed my cheek before getting down to join my sister, who was starting to get excited about her suggestion. This gave Lucy the chance to return to me.

- "Everything okay?" she asked.

- "Yeah..."

I smiled at Ingrid, who was standing beside us. I realized she must have overheard our entire conversation.

- "Do you know what she went through?"

- "She vaguely mentioned it, yes."

- "You’re lucky. She doesn’t talk about it with everyone."

- "What’s the story?" Lucy asked.

- "I’ll explain another time," I replied. "Anyway, let’s go before we lose sight of them."

We joined Mapi and Joan, who were waiting for us at the edge of the pool. Joan was getting antsy. We headed to the slide area to make him happy. I’ve always loved the slides here. They’re very diverse. You can do them alone or with others. Some even have inner tubes. I have no doubt we’ll have a great afternoon, all five of us.

[misguidedasgardian]

Wildcats (part VIII)

VIII. A time to embrace

MASTERLIST

Summary: You negotiate Beth’s release

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, injures, cannibalism, 

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: A tame chapter, writing slowburn is just… not what I usually do, arrange marriage is my favorite trope, that’s all I’m saying

You woke up groggy, and with a muscular ache that barely let you get up from the comfortable carpeted floor

“Hey”, you greeted the archer, who had barely changed positions

“Hey”, he greeted back. By the light… you could tell its been hours since you started your little nap, and you frowned when you realized it

“You let me sleep for hours!”, you chided gently, rubbing your forehead

“You fell through the floor!”, he said simply, “it’s fine”, you ate something you scavenge from your old “base”, as you kept watching that hospital

“Anything interesting?”, you asked

“A car jus’ came and went, and a doctor went to tha roof”

“A doctor?”

“White robes”, he muttered, you only hummed.

. . . 

You were actually a bit relieved when you saw the others pulled up, although the team wasn’t complete. Rick hugged Daryl tightly, and then he hugged you

“I thought you had been taken by the Terminus people”, he said angrily, looking at your eyes

“They’re back?”, you asked with urgency, “where…?”, fear settled in your gut

“We dealt with them already”, he said calmly. “we need a bigger place, let’s take some distance before they spot us”, he commanded, and you all got up inside the car and abandoned the office building. “Abraham took Maggie, Glenn and Tara to go with him to DC”, he explained, as you all met in a big room. “We will be meant to follow, after we get Beth”, he said. You nodded, “it's our best shot”

“You are right”, you assured him, “so… what’s the plan?”

If according to Daryl, your plan was so idiotic, you didn’t even shared it with Rick, instead, of course, he took the lead, with the help of Noah, you all hid in a warehouse and started planning the abstraction plan

“We take down those at the office, and then Daryl moves to take out this guard”, he said as his plan involved killing everyone in the hospital

“We were going to be seven, eight once we get a gun to Beth”

Who was Beth anyways? Maggie’s sister and Daryl’s partner? he was the most motivated to get her back, so you’d think she was his… girlfriend or something.

“So you’re just gonna kill everyone?”, asked Tyresse, and a discussion ensued. You also think this was a bit much, to kill them all, they were trained as cops and that made them a good rival.

Daryl grabbed RIck and took him to the side, 

“She thinks we should buy her way out with supplies”, he said quietly, “and medicine”

“She said that?”, asked Rick, with a frown on his face, Daryl looked at his friend and leader, his chosen brother

“Yeah”, he said. Rick saw the reason behind your suggestion, but he shook his head. “It’s too late now, besides, where would we find said things?”, he asked, “the city is completely sacked by now”, Daryl only let out a short growl as an acknowledgement 

You had killed people by now, four, by your counts, did they deserve to die? You had to believe they did, There was no justice system anymore, no religions, nothing, there was only you, and you enemies.

Rick didn’t want you anywhere near the operation, unknowingly to you, because of what Daryl told him, so you had a simple job, which was coming back to your safe house and grabbing everything you could use, including a car.

And it's exactly what you did, you gathered everything, cleaned the pantry and the rest of the weapons, and put it all together in a car you hijacked. 

Carol was with you, watching you intently, as Daryl was needed with Rick, he specifically requested it

“The journey to Washington it's going to be a long one”, you said, to make conversation, it would be an understatement to say Carol really made you nervous.

“Mmm yeah”, she muttered, without much thought, putting everything together, with this you had a couple of day’s worth of food.

“Do you think it’s real… the cure?”, you asked her, she looked at you, frowning

“Maybe”, she said, looking at you with her sharp blue eyes, a woman of few words. You understood her to certain points… you were a stranger, and by your counts, Rick, Daryl, Glenn and Carol went back the furthest, you are talking weeks or days even after everything went to shit, so yes, you’d understand if she was being weary of you, someone who she just met. So you tried not to take it personally. 

“You think they are going to get Beth back?”, you asked her

“I hope they do”, she said, “they will”, she said with determination

“Have her and Daryl… been together long?”, you tried, and you might as well drop a bucket filled with icy water on her, by the way she looked back at you

“You don’t know what you are talking about”, she said, with a somber tone in your voice

“You are right”, you said softly, but surprised, “I have no idea”

“They are not together!”, she said quickly, “Beth is barely eighteen!”, she said then, and you opened your mouth in an “o”

“I didn’t know, by the way Daryl talked about her… I just assumed…”, you said

“He feels responsible because she was with him when they took her, that’s all”, she said, but you didn’t know if she was trying to convince you or herself

You kept working after that, very uncomfortably.

She hated your guts

Now there weren't many personal possessions of yours left in the safehouse, you had tried to take everything with you, but still, you managed to keep some bullets, and a couple of t-shirts and jeans, so that’s that.

When you returned to the group, car loaded, the thing was done, they had taken two policemen as hostages and they were ready to make the trade

You were glad that Rick wanted to spare you from the mess, one of them had tried to escape and got killed by walkers, and Sasha had gotten a bad hit in the head.

You were preparing for the trade in the hospital. The plan was to enter through the main door and make the exchange there. Daryl, Rick, Carol, Tyresse and Sasha were ready to go with him, so was Noah

“Noah”, you called, he looked back at you, “stay here”, you commanded, forgetting yourself a bit

“I want to go”, he protested, Rick had that cray cray look in his eyes, looking back at you for explanations

“They are looking for you”, you said, “they had send men out in a real manhunt, they want you back… men had died because of it, if they see you… they will demand you stay”, you explained severely, “if they ask about you, we should say you ran away from us, that we don’t know where you are”, Rick shook his head, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and how much sense it made

“She is right”, he said, “Noah stay here” 

“But…”

“They want you to keep working, you owe them some sort of debt” you said, he only nodded. 

“You too”, said Rick, looking at you, “stay here, if you hear gunshots…”

“Go in, guns blazing”, you completed, he looked at you quizzically, but didn’t say anything.

You stood with Noah outside, and hid in one of the tents near the entrance, in case they had prepared a surprise attack and jumped them from behind in the entrance hallway.

“It's taking too long”, you muttered, looking inside the hospital. 

You heard an engine coming, and when you looked, a huge fire truck, and descended Maggie, Glenn, Abraham, Rosita, Eugene and Tara.

You came out of your hiding place and received them

“Rick is inside, trading for Beth”, you said, Maggie squeezed your arm with a soft smile and a nod.

The doors opened at that moment, and here they came, the entire group. led by Rick Carol and Tyresse and behind them came Daryl having his arms around a pretty girl with blonde hair and big blue eyes with a big smile on her face. 

And here came all the rest.

Maggie ran to meet her, and engulfed her sister in a big hug.

They were all so happy, and relieved, and you were so happy that everything worked out

For the first time since you knew him, you saw Daryl smile, like… truly smile.

“We are going to DC”, said Rick with a pleased smile on his face, as he watched all of you together 

But the faces of the crew that was supposed to be on their way there said it all 

And they wasted no time in filling you in…

Eugene was lying, he was no scientist, there was no cure, there was nothing in Washington for you all, not that you knew of.

it was childish of you to think there ever was a way out of this.

There was none, there was only one way to stay alive… to lean into your group, to survive, whatever it takes.

The realization dawned on all of the group as you gathered in that warehouse again, luckily for the morale in general apparently there weren't many of those who believed in it in the first place, including Rick and Daryl they never believed it existed said cure in the first place.

“What are we going to do now?”, asked Sasha

You caught Daryl staring at you, he was relieved but stood stuck to Beth’s side like a guard dog, you looked back at him

“(y/n) had a plan”, said Rick pointing at you, all eyes were on you, “she knows there is an island, on lake Lanier”, he said. “close from here, if we can take it, we can be safe there, an island is where more safer”

“According to the map I found…”, you said softly, “there is only one road leading to the island, if we can close that and control it, we can take control of the island, but I don’t know many details of it.

“Noah is from a safe community in Virginia”, said Beth immediately, you looked back at her. “I was going to accompany him there, he says there are tall walls, a thick gate, good houses..”

“It’s true”, he said, nodding enthusiastically, “my family is still there, my mother and brothers”

The group seemed divided. Rick looked at you, but you only shook your head. Your plan was a dot you saw on a map and hers seemed a bit more solid, but oh the pictures you had seen in that catalog, if it was intact, it seemed like a great opportunity

There was a huge hotel, and in the other side of the island you saw small cabins with lots of privacy, you could all live there, plant your own, even get some animals, like cattle, if you get a hold on a boat you could really just just anywhere around the lake and scavenge, it was a good idea.

But you remained quiet, because what if the island was overrun? what if it was a complete bust, what if someone died because of you and your plan?

Rick saw your doubts, and nodded

“Let's get out of this city first”, he said, “let’s go get Michonne, Carl, Judith and Gabriel, and let’s go”, he offered, you all nodded, and started the journey.

Decided to let Beth live, this is supossed to be a happy fic, so...

@crazyunsexycool

[serxinns]

I HAVE AN IDEAAAAAA!!!

okay so like, what if there was a reader who was like really happy-go-lucky and kind and what-not but when it comes to battle or sparing they are a BEAST!!! i mean DISRESPECTFUL, folding people like HOT OMELETS IN A PAN! i also like to think what if this reader has a quirk thats like toph from atla and they know like reaaaally rare earth bending techniques like bone-bending and lava bending. how do you think yandere class 1a would react?

btw you dont have to write anything 4 this(though it would be a bit cool if u did, no pressure ofc!!!) i just wanted to share the thoughts in my noggin

(NOTTHEHOTOMELETOMG 😭 y'all are insane)

•You had a very powerful quirk which was earth bending you had telekinesis and were able to control earth like dirt, and sand, and mentally your quirk was considered dangerous and very powerful but despised that you were the exact opposite you were a happy full of life always smiles and your classmates and some of the teachers love about you

•Your classmates would do anything to protect that beautiful smile of yours they would even fight to the death if that was the final result to make you happy, even in the darkest times you still were always positive and made everyone's day whenever someone was down you made them happy with your silly jokes and encouragement

•you got along very well with the happy, and chaotic ones (Ochako, Kiri, Izuku, Sato, etc) izuku Was writing down everything about your amazing power he wishes to be a hero with you and to always protect you from wicked villains so he can be called your hero or how Kirishima would be your number one "Fan" whenever he always feel insecure your encouragement and compliments motivate him on making him blush making him mumble about how manly you are

•And You got along with the quiet ones as well (Shoto, Jirou, Kota, and Shoji, etc.) Jirou and you would join in and sing happy tunes and talk about your favorite genre and Shoto wanting to have his private therapy section with you because he's memorized your positive aura and words Kota loves when you hang out with his animals he almost cried tears of joy when he saw his pet rabbit resting on your lap he is just in AWE he took a lot of photos that day

•Now nobody saw you angry heck is it even possible to make you angry one time a person rudely shoved you all you did was shrugged it off and hummed your tune, If you were so close to winning a game and you lost at the last second you still would just be like "Oh well!" and just play it again, everyone was curious to see that unknown side was but didn't matter to them sicje they like seeing your smile

That's what they all thought

•One day you were fighting some villain for stealing some money when all of a sudden the villain punched you in the face you were ok and quickly recovered from it but you were PISSED because they broke your favorite hero helmet, you quickly zoomed over trying to hunt that villain down and beat the absolute SHIT out of them while saying saying words that they didn't expect for you to say such vulgar words

•Bakugo wasn't even shocked this dude was cheering for you while the rest of the squad jaws were wide open

•iida was even speechless he didn't even try to stop you just...observed you he was more worried for you then the poor dude gets beat

•Kirishima was just a mess he thinks your a absolute badass, He honestly loved this side of you

•Ochako was just eyes was just sparkling she wanted to hug you right you right then and there and asked to marry you

•While Izuku was shocked he was secretly fanboying dude was writing down this whole new side while giggling to himself he was gonna ask you a lot of questions after this

Aizawa was just shocked while the mic was paranoia mic was begging Shouta to use his bandages on you to restrain you but aizawa was just smirking telling him "Wait wait just a little more" but he had to restrain you cause he didn't want you to kill the poor dude

[orbital-inclination]

I requested more of the scenario Molt meeting og nightmare

I'm sorry for the wait anon! For a change of pace, you get a one-shot this time! word count: 3411 general content warning for canon typical violence and angst.

------------

Something grainy, like gravel and sand, crunched under the soles of his boots as he shuffled back a step. One looping tendril made contact with a roughly cut boulder behind him. The height of the stone reached his hip. Clumsily, he ran his phalanges along its surface. He stepped around it and stopped once he stood on the south side, uncertain of how to proceed from there.

It was rare that he found himself in a space so wide open without someone nearby. He’d like to think he was better at navigating now than he had been when he was younger. Yet, regardless of how much time passed, he could never seem to quite outgrow the sudden spike of anxiety he felt whenever he entered a space that seemed... empty.

 He didn’t know what he was walking towards or away from. He could be approaching a canyon for all he knew.

A steady, lonely wind howled above him. It caught the tail of his tunic and the fabric slapped against his side. Something rustled in the distance. 

The wind turned cold. 

Ley lines of magic, negative and positive, wrapped around this world in a vast net of ever-shifting ripe tides. Instinct had directed him to follow the nearest positive swell but now he felt it move again. Bending as though to make way. Just as suddenly as the air had turned cold, a well opened up, and negativity cascaded down the pit and condensed into a single point of black frost. 

A shiver ran down his spine. “Nightmare…?”

Something about Rem’s magic didn’t feel right—

“How unlike you to make the first move. Was it not enough for you to…” his brother’s voice trailed off. “You are not my brother.” 

No... no he was not. Rem’s magic felt cold, but not this cold. Though, the undercurrent of bitterness was painfully familiar. 

“… the sentiment is mutual,” Molt murmured. He steadied himself on the boulder behind him. Silently, he tried to gauge the other’s intent.

An air of suspicion and curiosity rolled underneath the cold. He had the sense he was also being appraised.

“And yet, you are Dream.”

He did not sound—did not feel happy about that.

“If it were not impossible, I would wager you were from a divergent timeline.”

“Our world had only one timeline,” Molt confirmed cautiously. His voice remained low. “… it’s tied to the multiverse itself. No resets. Just the one.”

“Ah, so you are informed,” his brother's voice mocked. “Your presence here suggests a paradox, then. For all my searching, I have never met another iteration of us who could breach the confines of their AU on their own. It seemed there was some law restricting the role of Guardian to Two.”

He nodded because that more or less described the situation back home. With a renewed sense of scrutiny, Nightmare said, “Can I assume then, that instead of your brother, you were the one who bit the apple?”

And Molt stalled. The question was so direct. It felt a bit like a verbal slap to the face. 

Nightmare hummed. “I see. That expression you’re making... It makes sense for my alternative self to have other motives if you are like this yourself.” He heard the grin in his tone, even if he could not see it. “Tell me, Dream. What do you say to adding to that collection of yours?” He— he couldn’t be serious. 

“In this multiverse, you have the opportunity to increase your power. If you collect the last apple from my brother, perhaps we can reach an agreement.”

His mouth felt suddenly dry. He had to consciously still his tentacles to keep them from lashing defensively.

“You… you want me to kill my counterpart.”

He struggled to wrap his mind around that. Less so the threat itself and more so that it was Nightmare who was asking him to do it. He felt sick.

His brother’s alternate rumbled a low laugh. “It would not be difficult for you. You dwarf him in raw power. I’m confident you could easily subdue him... Ah, but I see I cannot convince you. The thought distresses you. A pity.”

Gravel and sand crunched underfoot. The sound came quietly. “ … hmm just as I thought, you are blind.”

“...what are you doing?” 

Nightmare was amused by the question. Dread washed over him. Nightmare had been speaking to him civilly until that point, and while this mirror of his brother gave off an ambient feeling of danger, he had not taken the feeling as seriously as he should have. 

“I am considering what to do with you. Since it seems you are reluctant to cooperate. But you would be of a dull mind not to suspect that already. If you are anything like the thorn I have in my side now, I’m sure you will quickly surmise why I simply cannot let your existence go unchecked.” 

Molt slowly shuffled a step back. 

“… where do you think you will escape to? Are you even aware of what is behind you?”

Molt froze.

He sensed no one behind him but— the subtle rustle of fabric. A step was taken closer and it dawned on him that Nightmare had been trying to distract him.

Molt’s hearing was keen. It had to be. He learned to rely on it when sensing nearby emotions, and the flow of positive and negative wasn’t enough. But his haptic memory was better, and with one tentacle brushing against the boulder behind him, he knew which side he stood on and which direction he originally came from. 

He darted around the boulder, squarely placing it between himself and Nightmare. His brother’s alternate self stood still, contemplative and mildly surprised. 

“Hm. You cannot see, and yet you are able to pinpoint my position. Interesting.” 

Molt didn’t feel like providing a reply.

Nightmare didn’t move for a width of time that felt like years. And then, he vanished. The cold sucked out of the air in a blip of distorted space-time.

Alarm seized him. Given no time to think, he picked direction and distance at random and took a shortcut through. As he felt his bones materialize in reality again, a dense frame of cold magic solidified where he had stood seconds prior.

Displeasure radiated off of Nightmare in waves. “Come now. Don’t run. It’s unbecoming. We can discuss the terms of your departure from this world with maturity.”

Molt shivered. “Don’t. I would return to my reality if I knew how.”

“Then allow me to assist you,” Nightmare said, and the malice in his words sent needles crawling up his spine. He vanished again in a wash of cold. Molt leaped back, grasping at the nearest tide of positivity to carry him away.

He found his feet again on the sand. The sudden incline made him stumble. The seconds it took to catch his balance nearly cost him. A frustrated growl and the sensation of ice to his right was the only warning he had before a sharp object whistled past his skull. He teleported again and Nightmare followed. 

“Enough! Cease this childishness.” The burning cold struck his side. Molt tumbled to the ground. He rolled, gasping in pain, and launched himself to the side. “Stop! I don’t want to fight you.” A loud crack sounded where he’d just been. Gravel pelted his arm. 

“Then what happens next is your own fault,” His brother’s voice snarled.

He took another shortcut. Aiming north of the dense vortex of cold desperately trying to put some distance between himself and his brother’s counterpart. He needed that distance to escape this AU. If he attempted the jump too close to Nightmare he might unintentionally drag him along, or Nightmare would be able to sense where he went and this fight would never end. The temperature plummeted. In a split second, a cold tendril snapped around his middle. And then he was flung. His body hit the ground once, twice, and his skull was knocked against something hard. 

A hiss shuddered through his ribcage. Molt clenched his teeth as the world spun, attempting to swallow back the sound. 

“You brought this on yourself, Dream.” 

Gravel and sand crunched at a steady pace. Malice approached slowly. 

He struggled to push himself upright. The ground beneath him swayed dangerously. His tendrils lashed, writhing in defense of their host. But the ground beneath him lurched, his arms buckled, and the ground swung up to meet the side of his skull again. 

His soul pulsed so fast and hard in his chest, he thought he was going to be sick. 

“Poetic, isn’t it? I wonder... did the same desperation drive you?”

Cold wrapped around him and slammed his back into a hard, stone wall. 

Claws dug into his jaw, roughly pinning his skull to the stone slab behind him. A strained hiss tore from his bared teeth. He found the strength to wrestle one arm free and dug his claws into the wrist pinning his head down. Nightmare’s strength didn’t waver, but an involuntary noise rattled through him, a jolt that was close enough to a flinch to be nothing else. 

Faintly, Molt felt the phantom echo of a hot brand race up Nightmare’s arm, starting from where his claws dug into his wrist.

“W-why are you doing this? I am not from your timeline, so why?”

“The distinction is irrelevant,” the grip on his jaw tightened. “This fate, it’s the least you deserve. For everything you put me through. For every day I was left to defend myself while you selfishly basked in undeserved praise.” 

Exhaustion crept into his limbs. He felt weaker and heavier by the second.

“Would you have always resented me?” Molt gasped out. “If things had been different... If our lives had been better—”

Nightmare barked out a bitter laugh. “Even as you are now, you are naive. No. I cannot imagine a world where I did not hate you. For us, no other outcome was possible.” Molt flinched. “... you doubt me? Do you actually believe my alternate self doesn’t resent you?” 

The knife in his heart gave a sharp lurch. It would make sense... wouldn’t it. For all he hadn’t done, who wouldn’t resent him? 

“N-Night...”

“You neglected your responsibilities, Dream. You were selfish. I’ve always wondered if you had known what I stood to lose that day. If you had known what they had planned to do—” “Nightmare!” Molt snapped. He was terrified, his soul shook, and he was painfully cold. “That was my home too!” Something snapped. He felt the abrupt, quaking shift in Nightmare’s demeanor. Rage colored all rational thought. Molt didn’t know what he intended to do and he didn’t have time to think about it. That rage solidified into a single, sharp tool. Malice soaked the thing so vividly, he could almost see it. A serrated bone dagger.

Molt jerked his head to the side, the claws on his jaw slipped, and something sharp and blisteringly cold scraped the side of his skull.

He might have blacked out for a few seconds. He couldn’t be sure. One moment, his vision was black. Then it was white. He’d yanked a tentacle free in the next. A resounding crack thundered through the stone lab behind him. Nightmare’s grip on his head slipped, caught off guard. Molt kicked his shin, and as Nightmare staggered, snarling, he flash-stepped out of immediate reach. 

A safe distance away he sank to the ground. 

Head swimming, he lifted a shaky hand to the side of his skull. He felt bone. The dry, clean surface of a malar bone. The muddy, blurred shape of his palm swam in and out of focus. 

Nightmare stood very still for a long moment. His emotions felt stunted and Molt could not identify the feeling that had rendered him so still. Moments ago, Nightmare had been content to hurt him in every possible way.

“Get up,” Nightmare said. And he couldn’t identify the emotion behind that command either. It felt like anger but brittle. “I said get up!”

A tremble racked through his body. He felt a forbidden spark of anger ignite in his throat and shakily rose to his feet.

As he slowly lifted his gaze, palm still pressed to the side of his skull, he saw black tar and went still. 

It was one thing to guess the shape of the magic that had tossed him around the field like a rag doll, but it was another thing entirely, to see it.

The ground felt like it was tilting. Nightmare was taking too long to respond. And though he hid it well, he was clearly in pain. Head swimming. Pounding. Red-hot needles. Nausea pricked through his brother’s bones.

Nightmare took one step closer. Molt flinched back, and a bitter smile crawled over his brother’s teeth—

“NOT SO FAST!”

A sharp ping. His vision was eclipsed in hazy blue. Before Molt could blink, he found himself yanked to the side, several feet away.

He was released, gently at that, and stumbled once as gravity resumed its normal weight. The world erupted in a cacophony of noise. With color and light sloshing together, it was difficult to make out shape and form, but the stirring magic immediately in front of him was familiar.

“Blue?” Molt whispered, but like Nightmare his magic felt just slightly off. The hope in his soul withered. He was surrounded by strangers.

“MWEH HEH HEH FEAR NOT STRANGE INTERDIMENSIONAL CITIZEN! WE ARE HERE TO SAVE THE DAY. NIGHTMARE! YOU WILL NOT GET AWAY WITH THIS!”

Whatever his brother’s mirror said in reply it was drowned out by noise.

“Wait.”

But his voice was too low. Too quiet. And his plea went ignored.

Too much happened at once after that. The Swap Sans launched himself into the fight. Light. Movement. A flash of white. Bones summoned then shattered by the furious sweep of a black arm. Nightmare’s strength was weakening. The balance had tipped. And battling three by himself? Nightmare couldn’t keep this up for much longer.

Most of the fight happened too fast for his barely stable eyelight to track.

So he did what he always did when the world around him became too chaotic to follow. He reached for the cold pitch of his brother’s magic. 

He followed the current of cold as it funneled into a singular point. Pushed back, and back again by a burning white star. Hope. Concentration. Concern for the other, yet the courage to see his actions through to the end. The familiarity of the magic here was disconcerting. But his head already ached something awful and he didn't think his nausea could get much worse. The phantom lashes he’d endured at Nightmare’s hand still burned. But... Nightmare. He felt his twin’s exhaustion, felt the unsteady slip to his heel, and his alternate was closing in now and—

The shortcut was rough. Poorly executed. And finding his balance on the balls of his feet was not fun. He raised his arm defensively, anticipating the attack seconds before, and found his hand closing around the pole of a golden staff. It smacked into his palm with a solid clank. It hurt only a little bit. His own magic absorbed the brunt of the blow to feed itself. To lessen some of his own pain. And staring into the wide eyes of his own face was... 

Dizzying. 

Everything was dizzying. 

That startled look melted into one of fear, and it didn’t make sense. His own rib cage hitched, sharing that fear second hand and then it dawned on him how this might look. Oh. He thought. …oh.

He released his counterpart's weapon and yanked his hand back. The other skeleton flash stepped out of reach, his soul pulsing with the rhythm of a terrified rabbit.

Within the pool of frigid cold at his back, he felt a spark of something that felt suspiciously like gratitude. Nightmare struggled to stand for a moment, winded, then laughed. The sound was not pleasant. “Recklessness must be a universal trait.”

“That’s enough,” Molt rasped. “Please. Just stop…”

“You should have taken my offer when you had the chance,” Nightmare sneered, words bitting. But more than anything, they felt defensive. The darkness pinched into a small, black star, and then he was gone.

“I SEE. WAS I MISTAKEN THEN? ARE YOU AND NIGHTMARE ALLIES?” Blue had taken a defensive stance beside his teammate. His weapon was drawn, but he didn’t move yet. His soul hummed with grim focus. The suspicion hurt. 

Molt struggled to speak for several precious seconds. Unsettled. He was reeling from the fight, from everything he had learned about this reality and the cruelty of his brother's words and actions and he was trying ever so hard not to let a tremble snake its way into his voice. It was very hard... to hear someone say those awful things in Rem’s voice.

He shook his head and said softly. “We aren’t.”

Blue’s brow furrowed. “THEN, WHY DID YOU DEFEND HIM? 

The words ‘because he is my brother?’ were on the edge of his teeth but the hostile edge to Blue’s magic and tone made him pause. It was less a question and more of an accusation. And that answer wouldn’t have been exactly true besides. 

The tendril on his back coiled defensively. 

He hadn’t stopped to think before he leapt in front of Nightmare. It hadn’t been a “should I or shouldn’t I” situation in his mind. In that moment he was unable to look past the pain and hurt his brother’s mirror was experiencing. In that moment, the distinction didn’t matter. He had to put a stop to it, that’s all. He couldn’t fight his brother. In any form he took. He just couldn’t do it. It reminded him of too much. And he couldn’t stand to watch that either. 

But how could he possibly explain that? 

A step behind his teammate, Dream was trying to calm down. Blue’s presence helped but he was struggling. Molt took a step back. He was causing someone pain and distress. He didn’t want that. Blue’s stance shifted. Bracing.

That felt like betrayal too. Molt swallowed something bitter behind his teeth and tried not to think of it that way. Ignored that small part of him that hissed and felt a little bit angry. It didn’t make sense. He knew the person in front of him wasn’t his friend.

“FRIEND, I WANT TO GIVE YOU THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT BUT... YOU ARE ACTING SUSPICIOUSLY.”

“I’ll leave,” Molt said. His head was pounding, and the last thing he wanted was to be dragged into another fight. “Wait...” Dream took a breath. “You’re hurt. Stay for a minute, let’s talk.” “DREAM IS RIGHT, POTENTIAL ENEMY OR NOT, IT WOULDN’T BE RIGHT TO LEAVE YOU THIS WAY. NOT TO FEAR HOWEVER, I AM ALWAYS PREPARED!” “It’s okay. I don’t need candy,” Molt said and felt vaguely like he was reading the lines of a script. If Rem or any of the others were here, they’d be calling his bluff. “Then, what do you need?”

“Somewhere calm, with hope. That’s all.”

The two exchanged a look. Surprise, suspicion, resignation, dread. “I SEE. SO YOU ARE LIKE DREAM THEN. BUT SURELY THAT'S NOT ENOUGH. I... I CANNOT SEEM TO CHECK YOU FOR SOME REASON, BUT YOU DO NOT LOOK WELL.”

Blue seemed to ask to Dream something silently. Concern. Suspicion. Acceptance. Dream sighed. “I know somewhere. It’ll be okay. We’ll be keeping an eye on him together, right? The place I’m thinking of is isolated so...”

“IT’S SETTLED THEN.” he finally dismissed his weapon, and Molt felt the tendrils on his back slowly lower. “SO THEN, NEW FRIEND, WHAT DO YOU SAY TO A TRUCE? WILL YOU COME WITH US?”

He gauged their intent for a moment. Rem had sometimes remarked that his empathy made him gullible. But Molt was tired, and sore, and aching. The others weren’t here. And he let them make decisions for him too much anyway. He hated to admit it but Nightmare was right. Dream wasn’t a physical threat to him. He was scared and trying so hard to be brave, and Molt was trying equally hard not to feel rattled.

“Okay,” he said.

Blue made a noise, something between acknowledgment and mild confusion. Dream offered a strained smile. He supposed they had a lot of questions.

[honorarysimp]

Allegations

series masterlist

day 8

The apartment is quiet, the sun beaming through the large window basking the room in a soft warm glow.

You have your head in Tara’s lap, her fingers delicately running through your hair, your eyes may be closed but you can tell she’s lost in thought.

Tara’s been off since you got back from her meeting your friends last night, not in a bad way, more so in a way like something is nagging at her.

You know it’s got nothing to do with meeting them, they all adored her more than you by the end of the night.

She’s the blunt type, never one to hold her tongue, so you have a pretty good idea what it may be that has her silent for once.

The one thing you both tip toe around.

“You can ask, you know” you murmur quietly, her hand pauses on your crown and then those pretty brown eyes are looking down at you.

“I don’t know what-“

“We don’t bullshit each other, remember?” you say gently, gazing up at her openly, nothing to hide. Even when the flicker of memories in the back of your skull leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

“You know I’ve always been honest with you”.

“I know, that’s why I never asked”.

That makes you sit up, crossing your legs on the couch as you turn to face her, expression twisting with confusion as you mutter “I don’t understand”.

Tara sighs, running her hands down her face, something you’ve noticed she does when she’s too deep in her head and is trying to find a way to covey what she’s feeling.

“I want you to feel safe enough with me to tell me on your own time, not just because I asked”.

You nod slowly, tentatively reaching out and gently grasping her wrists, tugging until she drops them from her face. For a moment you just see her, the curiosity, the confusion, the guilt laced with uncertainty.

“It’s not pretty” you start.

That makes her scoff softly, giving you side eye that makes the corners of your mouth quirk up just the slightest.

“Are you kidding me? After what we went through?”

You hum, bringing her hands up and kissing her knuckles softly before resting them in your lap.

“Alright, I guess… as cliché as it will sound, I’ll start from the beginning”.

New York, 2015

Rhythm. Back then, music was the only thing that moved you, gave you motivation.

Which is why you’re currently attempting to sweep the floor, however the headphones covering your ears blasting Rihanna’s Umbrella has you a bit distracted.

Hence, attempting being a key word.

This apartment is a cozy haven, but it was in need of a thorough cleaning, with a few items scattered about here and there. The living room has a large, soft couch and several throw pillows that begged to be used, along with a few framed photos on the walls and a small coffee table in the center.

The open kitchen was partially visible and had the same clutter as the living room, with dishes in the sink and a few crumbs on the counter. Overall, the place has a homey feel, but is overdue for a good tidying up.

You wish you could whistle, it would just feel right, but instead you’re stuck with mumbling the lyrics under your breath as the chorus hits.

Sweeping what you’d collected into the dustpan is of ill fate, as you stand, and suddenly the music stops. Headphones ripped off your head.

You shriek, dropping the pan, and fully swing the broom in a three-sixty at whoever had attacked you.

Barely ducking your defense tactic, and jumping back up just as quickly to rip it from your hands, is your best friend.

“Are you kidding me? Again?” Anika half scolds, half laughs at you.

You give her a shove, heart racing as you snatch the broom back “are you fucking kidding me dude?! Your privileges are revoked, give me your spare now-“

“Yeah, cry later” Anika swats your hand away and palms your whole face as she walks by into the kitchen, where she proceeds to start gathering trash off the counter “you live in a pigsty, dude, we’ve talked about this”.

“Yeah well I was trying to clean, until someone tried to kill me” you grumble, beginning to sweep up the dirt on the floor again.

Anika just shoots you a look, dumping the trash into the bin before fishing under the sink cabinet for a cleaning bottle “if I wanted you dead you’d be dead”.

You roll your eyes and sweep your pile into the dust pan once more, moving to dump it in the bin “sometimes I wish you’d come by just to see me, not bite my ass for literally every little thing I do”.

“Someone has to” Anika says pointedly as she wipes the counter, “how is douche canoe anyways?”

“The usual”.

“Still in Vegas?”

A shrug, you put the broom up and head for the living room.

Anika tails you.

“Just let me adopt you already-“

You grab a pillow off the couch and launch it at her, a playful smile tugging at your lips “how about you fuck off and help me clean this place up since you’re going to burden me with your presence”.

Anika aims the spray bottle at you, to which you instantly raise your hands.

“Take it back”.

“No thank you mother”.

She sprays you anyways, making you shriek as you launch yourself over the couch, another pillow clutched in your hand like a weapon.

“STOP IT! BEHAVE CHILD”.

All you see as you launch the pillow, is her leg getting taken out just as she tries to round the corner, dropping as she’s knocked off balance.

You’re on the ground with her, clutching your side as you gasp for air from all your laughter.

“RIDE BY YOURSELF IN A TAXI TO SCHOOL TOMORROW, ASSHOLE”.

You both know she doesn’t mean it.

____________________________________________

Quinn greets you at the door, wide smile and practically tackling you into a bear hug before dragging you inside.

This party is in full swing, despite it being only 9pm. The lights are low, the liquor flowing, and the music blaring. The apartment is fairly cramped, with bodies packed together and alcohol cups covering nearly every surface.

There is a mix of kids from different grades, from sophomores to seniors, all of whom seemed to be taking full advantage of the cheap booze and loud music. The air is thick with the scent of alcohol and the sound of excited chatter and laughter, making it clear that this party was off to a rowdy start.

“Jesus Christ how the hell do you expect me to crash this party?” You say with wide eyes, shrinking away as two burly football players shove their way through the crowd, bellowing drunkenly.

“By mooching off the free alcohol” Quinn says as she keeps one arm around your shoulders, “and also saving Ethan from the upperclassmen”.

Right. That’s why you’re here.

One panicked phone call from Ethan about his older brother throwing a rager, pleading to come crash at yours.

You’d only just agreed when you heard him curse and the call had abruptly ended.

After a quick follow-up with Quinn for reassurance, who sounded already tipsy, you were out the door within seconds on your way.

The logical idea was to show up, extract your friends, and get out.

Logical didn’t guarantee ideal.

Richie is a complete douchebag, across the board, and finds far too much amusement watching his older friends pick on his younger brother.

You wonder how he’s popular, but then the moment he comes into view with a joint tucked behind his ear as per usual. You’re reminded why.

It’s a wonder how he manages to hide it from his overbearing law enforcement officer for a father.

That’s where you find Ethan, trying to mold himself into the wall as subtly as possible, as one of Richie’s friends seems to be trying to coax him into taking something.

Now, granted, you aren’t a fighter. Not by a long shot, but you didn’t need physical intimidation.

Only mental.

“Shows over, dancing pony needs to come home now” you say loudly, making a few heads turn to look at you, Richie simply rolls his eyes.

Ethan visibly relaxes, pushing off the wall to walk towards you, only for Richie’s friend to grab his shoulder and flash you an empty smile.

“What’s the rush? Hm? We were just having a little chat-“

“Chat is over, goodbye no name” you cut him off, shooting Ethan a look, he shrugs off the hand on his shoulder just as Quinn comes up next to you.

He scoffs “my name is-“

“Irrelevant”.

That makes a few nearby chuckle, you nudge Ethan ahead of you just as you hear him speak up behind you “hey I’m talking to you bitch-“

“The only bitch here is you, considering how you’re whining like one. So unless you want me to grab my strap and really seal the deal, I suggest you shut the fuck up” you snap sharply, whirling around just as you feel Ethan grab your arm, Quinn laughs gleefully somewhere from behind you.

The no name asshole steps forward, Richie watches in amusement, making no effort to intervene.

Typical.

“Coming from the slut with no parents, I’d kill myself too if you were my daughter-“

You don’t even get the chance to knock his words back down his throat, as Anika suddenly appears, your knight in shining armor as her dainty ring cladded fist connects with his face.

He stumbles back into the table, everyone around you goes ballistic, but all you see is Anika glaring at you.

“I told you to wait for me”.

“I couldn’t-“

She holds up her hand, cutting you off, and then points. Your head drops back and you head in the direction of the door, Ethan leading the bunch.

You’ll blame him for this later, but you can’t wipe the grin off your face as you hear Quinn yelling more insults over her shoulder.

You may be retreating, but you and your crew definitely won that one.

____________________________________________

You’d like to say the words from last night didn’t sting, but they do.

It’s nothing new to you, the scandal was city wide.

At least, what’s known about it. And quite frankly, you don’t want to know more.

You’re content with how things are.

Absent uncle who’s your legal guardian, a bottomless tab at the coffee shop he owns and makes an ungodly amount of money off of.

Parents you never knew, but from your lack of connection with your other family still living and breathing, and your uncles lack of effort.

You basically do whatever you want, and it’s nice.

Family doesn’t mean much to you.

Or at least, it didn’t, until Anika actively decided to take you off the street like some stray dog when you were both ten years old.

You’d hated it, initially, a bit mean to her if anything. But goddamn was she relentless.

And then she finally managed to talk you into coming over to her place for dinner, you had no one to go home to, and it would stop her asking.

So, you’d agreed, the rest is history.

“We’ve got TEN MINUTES-“

“I know, I know! Fuck, it’s in here somewhere” you say as you tear through another box in your uncle’s office, Anika somewhere behind you going through the drawers in his desk.

Not like he’ll care, you’ll have everything back together and in its spot before he even thinks about coming back for another temporary visit.

What are you two both frantically searching for, you may ask?

A limited edition baseball card, Anika’s dad claims it is.

The guy is a huge Yankee’s fan, collects cards for fun. Anika thinks it’s dorky, so naturally you have to go against whatever she says.

He’s described a specific card, how rare it was, and something had tugged at your memory. The same card, you’d seen it somewhere in your uncle’s office at one point, and if it was what you thought it was, you were going to take it and give it to him.

Only he’d packed it away, not knowing what it was, or maybe he just didn’t think it was worth anything. You’ve spent the last two months looking for it.

His birthday dinner is tonight.

“God we should’ve skipped school to do this today, I don’t know what I was thinking-“ you groan, aggressively tossing one of the bags that had fallen out of the top shelf of the closet back where it had dropped.

“It’s in here, if you say it is then it is” Anika says without pausing her ransack through your uncle’s desk.

You let out a pitiful noise, walking towards the desk “yeah well this is the part where I say abracadabra and someone cuts us some fucking slack-“ you then kick the back of the desk, a little harder than necessary.

A click followed by a thump can be heard under the desk, Anika freezes and looks up just as your head turns to meet her gaze.

She then ducks under the desk, making you scramble to peer over it from the other side.

“What kind of James Bond shit is this“ is all you hear before she reappears, you barely have a chance to push yourself back before she’s dropping a medium sized box between the two of you on the desk.

Your brow furrows “where the hell was that thing?”

“You know I was wondering why this desk was so bulky and the cabinets were so small” Anika mutters to herself as you start going through the items in the box.

All of it looks expensive, and organized. A watch in a velvet and glass case, a bottle opener with what you can assume has diamonds embedded in the handle, a little bag of coins probably all rare. A little booklet and -

And then, a tape recorder.

Your brow furrows as you fish the tape recorder out, fiddling with it.

First , why is he hiding a box of expensive items under his desk? And second, why is this piece of junk in with it?

Your thumb traces the faded white lettering across the front, microcassette-corder m-560. And underneath it a piece of tape with a name.

Your biological father’s name.

“Dude no way look!” Anika produces the baseball card from the booklet that had been within the box, but when she sees the look on your face her smile falls “what? What’s is it?”

You press the play button, an audible click, but nothing. You hit the stop button, looking within it, pressing the eject.

An empty tape lies within.

“Talk to me, you’ve got that look on your face” Anika says, using what you’ve deduced as her ‘mom voice’.

You look up, raising the tape recorder so she can read off it.

“It belonged to my dad.”

Anika’s face goes blank, her eyes analyzing you carefully.

Eyes dropping to the tape recorder in your hand, your stomach churns uneasily.

Why did you never ask? Well, you know why, who can you ask when your Uncle is never around? And when you did ask as a kid, he’d punish you by not acknowledging your existence for weeks.

Your fingers curl around the tape recorder, “you know how I think the case was never actually solved?”

A pause, “I do, yeah”.

Theres a beat of silence, and then you’re looking up, something in your eyes. Not justice, not revenge.

A broken child, a lost soul, abandoned if you’re honest with yourself.

But not alone.

“What if the rumors are true?”

Anika’s shoulders tense, swallowing hard as she pins you with a hard look “I don’t think this is a road you should go down, there’s a reason-“

“Why would he have this then? Hm?” You hold up the item for further emphasis, “he practically spits on the ground any time they’re mentioned, the same asshole that locked me in my room for three days just for asking if I could see a picture of them!”

You watch her wince as your anger bubbles, you know it isn’t her fault, it’s not your fault either.

And that makes you furious.

“No one will ever give me answers” you say, and it feels strange addressing something you’ve ignored for as long as you can remember.

Or just maybe, you’re old enough now to understand that your life sucks, you’ve got trauma. And you want to know why.

You see the conflict in her eyes, because she sees just how far gone you are now in your head with this. With how impulsive you tend to be, Anika knows it best to stick by your side to keep you in check than to piss you off and you go about it on your own.

And to be frank, Anika has been waiting for this moment. It was only a matter of time before you wanted answers about what happened to your parents, other than a shitty police report writing it off as ‘accidental deaths’ or ‘possible suicide’.

“Okay. So, what do we do?” Anika says holding your gaze, even when worry chews at her insides for your mental state.

Jaw set, gaze hard, you click the tape recorder shut and head for the door, the faint sound of her scurrying feet on the hardwood floor behind you.

“We go get them”.

____________________________________________

Now, on a normal day, you’re extremely practical.

You’ve always stuck to the facts, because facts are the truth. And the truth is real.

But as Ethan swipes his dad’s badge at the back entrance of the precinct, you’re at least rational enough to admit to yourself this is the worst idea you’ve ever had.

Luckily for you, New York is busy. There’s always something going wrong, which means most everyone in the precinct will be bustling about with business at hand.

You take the back entrance anyways.

All you’d had to do was tell Ethan you needed answers that were long overdue, and that you just wanted to see the police report.

He’d said his dad would refuse, that it’s a ‘closed case’. And then proceeded to flash a copy of the keycard that Richie had made, that Ethan had stolen from him.

You may hate Richie, but right now he’s your third favorite person. Sorry Quinn.

As you walk in through the back end of the building, you notice that there is significantly less foot traffic and activity compared to the front. There’s a rare sight of people milling about, and the area has a slightly more dilapidated feel, with some of the buildings and infrastructure showing signs of wear and tear.

The building has a rugged, industrial feel, and the lack of crowd gives the hallways a more relaxed atmosphere. If you're looking for a slice of the city that's a bit off the beaten path, this is the place to be.

The two crept along the hallway, keeping your footsteps light and movements stealthy. You both duck out of sight and hide behind corners whenever you hear the sound of footsteps or voices approaching, waiting anxiously until the coast was clear before continuing on the way.

Adrenaline peaked, you both move with a heightened sense of awareness, constantly scanning their surroundings for anyone potentially passing through. Every step was taken with care, every movement slow and deliberate, as they navigated the hallway.

“How much further?” You whisper, sticking close to Ethan as you glance over your shoulder.

He may be a quiet kid, but when not under peer pressure, the guy is the definition of whiplash. Which is why he leads you through the building towards the room that held all the physical documentation and evidence on all known cases.

Suddenly, Ethan comes to a halt, you almost crashing into him from behind. Before you can ask, he gestures to the sign on the door that read "Case Files." You both exchange a look, knowing what lies inside might very well rock your world.

Ethan swipes the card and opens the door, ushering you inside “I’ll keep lookout, just be fast okay?”

“Ethan, what? No-“

He shoves you inside and shuts the door, no window leaving you in darkness, at least until the motion lights activate.

You turn, taking in the room. The room was a massive storage space, filled from floor to ceiling with rows upon rows of shelves, each one stacked with countless boxes. The air was thick with the scent of dust and deteriorating cardboard, and the only illumination came from a the flickering lights that hung from the ceiling above.

The shadows cast by the dim light danced menacingly across the boxes, giving the impression that something lurking within them, ready to leap out at any moment. The room gave off the intimidation of a cavernous warehouse, filled with countless secrets and untold stories, waiting to be discovered.

You push onwards, driven by a determination to find answers. You move between the rows of shelves, eyes scanning the row upon row of boxes for a specific year. Your hands glide across the dusty labels on the boxes, searching for the one that would give you the information you sought. You could feel the weight of years of unanswered questions pressing down upon you now more than ever, and your heart races as your fingers trace the numbers, hoping to find the one that held the truth you so desperately sought.

As you searched, you feel a sense of urgency and desperation building within you. You feel the answer just out of your grasp, praying the truth would finally bring closure and some semblance of peace. But the boxes seemed endless, and the years blur together in your mind, making it all the more difficult to find the one you needed. You push past the mental fatigue and frustration, driven by the hope that you were getting closer to what’s sought.

There. Feldman, 2002.

As you finally reach the correct box, you carefully pull it down from the shelf, and feel a moment of hesitation. You pause, fingers gripping the edge of the lid, and a thousand questions swirl through your mind: what will you find inside, and will it be the answers you’ve desperately sought for so long?

You take a deep breath, heart pounding in your chest, and slowly lift the lid. Inside, you find a stack of folders, each labeled with the case number.

As you go through the file, you feel a wave of emotion wash over you, a mix of disbelief, horror, and shock. You can feel their mind reeling as you read the words on the page, gut churning and stomach twisting. It's a murder case, a double homicide on the marital couple, your parents.

The words on the page swirl together as you try to make sense of what you’re reading, but the reality of the situation is hitting you like a freight train, and it's all you can do to keep themselves from collapsing.

As you skim through the pages with shaky hands, you come across a section detailing the status of the case. You can feel a lurch in your stomach as you read that it's still an open case, unsolved after all these years. It was all a lie. All of it.

You continue, feverish now, eyes widening as you read that your father worked in the morgue and falsified a large number of autopsy reports. It's a revelation that rocks you to your core. Feeling a mix of anger and disbelief, you reach into the box and pull out a photo of what you’re safe to assume is your parents, the first time you’re ever actually seeing them. Must’ve fallen out of one of the folders.

The photograph is old and faded, but the image is still clear. The couple's faces staring back at you, and the protagonist is struck by how young they look, how carefree and alive. You struggle to reconcile the image of your parents as innocent victims with the knowledge of your father's sinister actions. It's a moment of overwhelming emotion, a mix of sadness, anger, and disbelief.

As the magnitude of the situation sinks in, you’re overcome with a wave of agony. You feel a deep sense of guilt and pain for not having looked into this sooner, for allowing yourself to be oblivious to the truth for so long. Every second wasted, every moment spent in ignorance weighs heavily on your conscience, and the hurt is almost too much to bear. It's a moment of intense self-reflection, a moment of realization that nothing will ever be the same again.

With a shaking hand, you tuck away the photograph and pull out a tape recorder from your jacket. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves, and click on the recorder. The sound of the device whirring to life fills the room, and you begin to meticulously read off every detail from the files, documenting all the information you can find plausible. As you speak into the recorder, your voice wavers, filled with a mix of emotions.

You detail every aspect of the case, every fact and figure, every piece of information you can glean from the files. You read off the allegations on the chain of events leading up to, the details of the crime scene, and the evidence left behind. You read off the reports, the falsified autopsies, and the names of the witnesses and investigators involved. You even read off the handwritten notes, the comments from the police, and every last detail you can find. The tape recorder whirrs continuously as you speak, capturing every words for future reference.

Suddenly, you hear commotion outside the room, the sound of voices and footsteps approaching. You cut off the tape recorder just as your heart sinks, realizing that time is running out, and you quickly scramble to put everything back into the box. You feel a pang of worry for Ethan on watch, hoping that he had’t been caught. With a sense of urgency, you grab the tape recorder and shove it into your jacket before quickly returning the box to its place on the shelf.

You make your way back to the door and press your ear against it, straining to hear any sounds of movement or voices out in the hallway. But all you hear is silence, a tense stillness that hangs in the air. You feel a rush of anxiety and tension as you stand there, blood pumping. With a deep breath, you slowly crack open the door and poke your head out into the hallway, scanning the surroundings for any sign of trouble.

As you peer around the door, you catch a glimpse of Ethan being led away down the corridor. You only manage to get a brief glimpse of the familiar face leading him away, before the two figures disappear around a corner. The sight fills you with a sense of dread.

Poor Ethan, you owe him everything and he doesn’t even know it.

You make a promise to yourself to make it up to him, probably for the rest of your life, as you start heading back the way you came.

But even as you do, you can’t ignore the weight that now rests in your shoulders.

A double homicide? In two separate locations on the same premises? Execution style?

It’s not until the fresh air hits you when your stomach loses itself, you scramble for the nearest solid object to grab on for our cause as you empty out everything you’d eaten today.

Murdered. No killer caught. No suspect. Well, one suspect, but found innocent on account of being documented out of state when it happened. If someone killed them, why? What for?

Shaking, and sinking to your knees, you begin to wonder how deep this goes. If you stop now, you might have a chance to come back from this.

And live with never knowing the truth? You need to know, especially if it meant what allegations could potentially be the truth.

Legs trembling slightly from exertion, you push yourself up to your feet and steel yourself.

You’re getting answers, one way or another.

____________________________________________

Ethan is on lockdown until further notice, according to Quinn.

Now, you love Quinn, you adore her. But… she is a chatter box and to be blunt, she’ll blabber if she knew the truth.

So you go to Anika, your first and last resort. She’d always be your first choice, if it weren’t for the confirmed ass chewing you get all the way from point A to point B.

But you needed help, and you can’t do it alone.

You use to be a loner, but that was a long time ago, no thanks to her. And you’re reminded why, as Mrs. Kayoko opens the door and smiles so wide you’re sure that a drop of sun had blessed her when she’d been born.

She’s the only motherly figure, not counting Anika herself, that you’ve ever had. Every time you look at her you think of the day you met her, when she was so kind to you, so gentle with you. How the moment you got a taste of that motherly unconditional love, you’d fallen apart.

Weak. Embarrassing. At least, you thought, until she pulled you into her arms without question. Your loyalty has been with them ever since, you’d do anything for the Kayoko family.

They had saved you, after all.

You couldn’t be broken, not with all the love that surrounds you.

Those comforting arms wrap you into a familiar embrace, a gesture that always makes your heart swell, instantly reciprocating.

She scolds you for looking tired, you blame it on school, Anika comes around the corner just as you’re weakly swatting away the older woman’s prying hands at your hair.

“Hey freak show”.

“Limp twizzler” you shoot back, making her turn beet red just like every time.

“Don’t be pissy because you’re shorter than me, let it go”.

You two start going at it, as always, Mrs. Kayoko scolds you as usual and Mr. Kayoko can be heard cackling somewhere from in the kitchen.

The older woman shoos you two away, letting you know dinner will be ready soon, and the moment you’re in Anika’s room you close the door and give her a look.

Her insult, whatever it was - you weren’t listening, cuts short as she catches that look in your eyes.

“Oh my god, are you the reason Ethan is unplugged and off the board right now?”

She really can see right through your bullshit.

“Okay hear me out, it’s not like I stole anything-“

“Stole anything?! What did you do?!”

You hold up the tape recorder, expression serious “my parents didn’t kill themselves”.

Anika’s expression drops, irritation and confusion shifting to utter disbelief.

“I mean, yeah we assumed that but wasn’t it actually-“

“I don’t know” you cut her off, voice quiet, “but I found out my father use to work at a morgue local to here”.

She looks even more horrified, if possible, as she whispers “excuse me?”

“I’m gonna break in, and I need your help-“

A scoff, “yeah I think the fuck not-“

“Quinn will jump on it without question, so either you come with me or she will” you hate giving her an ultimatum, but you need Anika in on this, you can’t keep bouncing around her forever with this.

You’re growing more desperate and it’s showing, you should be more worried about the consequences of your actions, and what all you’re asking your friends of.

But this, it’s important, you can’t stop now when you just started digging.

She holds up for a long moment, but then just slumps slightly as she scowls at you “I’m going to kill you after this”.

“Plausible, and totally acceptable”.

“…well? Don’t hold out, what did you find?”

previous, next

[copingwithobsessions]

Billy is autistic ♾

Just me rambling about an headcanon I take wayyyy too seriously :)

Hyperfixation : horror movies (obviously)

He just keeps talking about it. All the time.

Like

Also him using his hands while talking in this scene

(There's also something to be said about him mentioning the queer actors and not the 'straight' characters but that will be for another post-)

Also in the phone call where we're sure it's him :

(If he was the one calling Casey then there's even more-)

Also him just constantly talking with movie-related things : "It was edited for TV- all the good stuff was cut out", "nice solid R rating, on our way to a NC-17", "lately we're just sort of edited for television", "Maybe your movie-freaked mind lost it's reality button","It's all a movie, it's all...one great big movie.Only you can't pick your genre","I think she wants a motive","I don't really believe in motive, Sid.", "See it's a lot scarier when there's no motive Sid", "Is that motive enough for you ?", "How's that for a motive ?", "Just pretend it's all a scary movie Sid...How do you think it's gonna end ?", "Perfect ending.", "Now Sid, don't you blame the movies. Movies don't create psychos, movies make psychos more creative !" and basing his killing spree on horror movie tropes : phone calls, masked killer, virgins being the final girls (literally having sex with Sidney to fulfill the trope), 'no motive' etc...

2. Abnormal posture

3. Staring (last 2 photos, both scenes in Sidney's room, police station scene...basically when there's Sid) or excessive blinking (doorway scene, kitchen scene...(basically when there's Stu)

4. Plans and changements

Billy (and Stu) planned their entire killing spree (from the dates it would be on : surrounding the one year anniversary of Maureen's death, to the person they would frame and his supposed motive as well as Casey and Steve's murders with the phone call, the attack at Sidney's house, Billy's incarceration, Stu's phone call following it, Billy's fake death, kidnapping Neil before his flight and using his phone, hiding his car, using a voice changer, stabbing each other to seem like victims, the party etc...)

When Billy's (and Stu's) plans get changed (Dewey, Gale and Kenny being present, Sid escaping the kitchen with her dad and Stu losing too much blood), Billy panics and goes into what could be defined as a meldown : throwing out insults, walking in circles, never going to check on the first floor, destroying Stu's living room and just panicking all around-

(When he fails getting Sidney to trust him and makes her escape to the toilets, he punches himself in frustation)

5. Insociability

Basically doesn't talk in the fountain scene

Awkward and Unsettling while talking, even to his friends

Doesn't pay attention to girls being interested in him

Doesn't seem at ease with the number of people leaving the party

(Even fidgeting though that may be just be him checking that the people are leaving for real)

6. Overdramatic

7. Favorite person/people

Okay this one's not that common in autistics but for Billy, he definitely has a special person, two in fact :

He literally started killing because his mom "moved out and abandoned" him.

For Stu, I will be vague cause I'll talk about it in detail in the other post 👀but basically he's not really himself unless Stu's there and planned a killing spree where only they would survive (+ trusted him to stab him).

Bonus : If Billy is the one who called Casey

"I only eat popcorn at the movies" Well I'm getting ready to watch a video "Really what ?" Oh, just some scary movie "You like scary movies ?" Huhuh "What's your favorite scary movie ?" Hum- I don't know... "You have to have a favorite, what comes to mind ?" Hum...Halloween ! You know the one with the guy in the white mask who walks around and stalks babysitters. "Yeah." What's yours ? "Guess." Hum- Nightmare on Elm Street ! "Isn't that the one where the guy had knives for fingers ?" Yeah, Freddy Krueger. "Freddy, that's right. I liked that movie.It was scary." Well the first one was but the rest sucked."

"It's an easy category : movie trivia"

"Come on, it's your favorite scary movie, remember ? He had a white mask, he stalked the babysitters"

"Then you should know Jason's mother, Mrs Vorhees, was the original killer ! Jason didn't show up until the sequel."

And that's it ! A complete analysis of what could be considered autistic traits from Billy that got way too long-

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟

Stress relief came in many forms, and for Bucky? You knew just how to maximise the relief and get his mind entirely off the troubles of his racing career, you just needed to carry out your plan — subtly, of course.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ❯❯❯ Street Racer!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ❯❯❯ 1.9k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ❯❯❯ Fluff ჻჻჻ SMUT: Fingering (F receiving), unprotected piv, multiple orgasms, car sex, public, clothed sex, so much dirty talk ჻჻჻ KINKS: Praise, degradation, begging

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ❯❯❯ Look, I do not understand where this came from, but wow — I will be recovering from this one too. I wish you luck.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ❯❯❯ I Feel Like I'm Drowning by Two Feet

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ❯❯❯ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer ჻჻჻ Week 4 — 'C' Week (Car Sex) — Masterlist

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The night’s sky flew past while the whine of the engine echoed off the barriers of the winding road. It never got old, sitting in the passenger seat while Bucky zipped and pushed the limits of gravity and what was sane – but for a good cause, this time.

Date night was upon you, and ever the adrenaline junkie, you had asked Bucky to take you up to the lookout. The weather was perfect – clear skies gave the perfect opportunity to view the stars and shining moon, and not to mention, with the time of night, there would likely be no one around. 

It was perfect for your plan.

The gear change made the engine roar, and you laughed as Bucky threw the Skyline into the turn – back end kicking out and spreading stones and rubber over the shoulder. 

“We should do date night more often, baby,” Bucky chuckled, booting the accelerator and pumping the clutch. “Only time I see you so excited is when I’m fucking you.”

“Bucky!” You shrieked, staring at him, mouth agape – but he had a point, you just couldn’t let him know that. “That’s not true!”

The look he gave you, clear and calculating as he upshifted on a straight, made you squirm. “I know you’re lying, sweetheart.”

You narrowed your eyes and pouted at him, but he just shook his head, downshifting for another turn, when the lookout came into view. The sun had long since set, but the glow of the city was bright like a second sun over the horizon, visible even from the steep hill that the Skyline climbed. 

“I can’t wait,” you rushed, glancing back into the back seat where a couple of blankets and containers filled with food sat belted in place. “This is going to be so nice, just us two–nothing to bother us.”

“Tell me ‘bout it,” Bucky hummed, turning the Skyline into the empty parking lot, right into the best spot. From your vantage point, the view of the city was wide and beautiful, all the twinkling lights winking at you from afar. “Fuck I’ve missed this. It’s just nice to get away from everything.”

Frowning slightly, you looked at Bucky closely as he killed the ignition. It had been a rough few weeks with the police cracking down on every meet planned, and when a meet did kick off, it was full of arrogant bastards that wore down his already short temper faster than a lit fuse. At your suggestion of a date night, Bucky had jumped on it – though he didn’t know the entire reason.

With tension, you found, Bucky was pent up beyond belief. Fucking that anger and frustration out had been the one release he’s had and exploited, and you weren’t going to lie, it had been amazing. But, tonight, you wanted to be sweet – soft, at least, to begin with. 

What Bucky would do once he learnt of your motives… You’d let it unfold, you would win either way – wearing a dress had many pros.

“Alright,” you sighed happily, unbuckling the harness and turning in your seat. “What do you wanna start with, babe?”

Bucky shifted in his seat to face you, his expression thoughtful as he dumped his phone into the glovebox. “I dunno,” he mumbled, looking into the back seat. “What do you want?”

Your dick, you thought hastily – the thought, while not entirely untrue, blurting that out would cause a cascading effect, and you were hungry. Food first, dick later, you decided. “Crackers and cheese?”

The containers fit perfectly between the two of you, and you began to eat while happily chatting, catching one another up on the mundane and inconsequential events in one another’s lives – your workmate’s dating horror story, the projects you’d undertaken. Bucky talked about the events of Steve’s work and tuning his Dodge (not that it made a lick of sense), and the way that Sam had lost his shit at an officer and ended up in a pursuit, and somehow getting away. 

From crackers and cheese, you moved onto cakes and chocolate – feeding one another the new flavours you had found in an artisan bakery and remarking on how delicious they were. 

Music continued to play from the stereo to fill the stretches of silence between words as you ate, and once you had eaten your fill, you slumped in your seat and stared at Bucky, smiling softly. 

“What?” Bucky asked, brow raised as he ran a hand through his hair to tuck it behind his ear. “What’s going through that pretty head of yours, baby?”

“Nothing,” you sighed happily, watching as Bucky packed up the containers and stretched to put them onto the backseat. “You’re just so handsome, you know?”

Bucky snorted, but a pink tinge dusted his cheeks, a bashful smile on his lips. “You tryin’ to sweet talk me?”

“Can you blame a girl?” you fired back, smirking. “I’ve got the world’s sexiest man sitting across from me, and he’s all mine.”

“My god, baby-” Bucky laughed, his nose scrunching as he shook his head. “You’re cute. Stop it.”

“No.” Biting your lip, you reached out and cupped his cheek, brushing your thumb gently along his full bottom lip, and his lips parted on instinct. “I will never stop sweet talking my man, because you deserve it, and you deserve all the good in the world–I’m trying my best to give it to you.”

Silence stretched between the two of you, the music over the speakers muting to background noise. Bucky’s stare turned from bashful to absolute shock, like he was the one floundering on what to say. “Let me show you,” you whispered.

“Okay,” Bucky replied, his voice wavering. 

Carefully, you climbed over the middle console and straddled his lap, his hands resting on your hips as you pulled him into a passionate kiss that turned heated and desperate once you swiped your tongue over his lips. 

Bucky groaned quietly as he opened his mouth, bidding you entry to explore – not that you needed to, you knew his body better than your own. Your hips began to rock slowly over his clothed crotch, the denim of his jeans rough on your bare thighs. 

“God, baby, I wanna feel you,” he breathed, pulling away to brush his lips over your neck. 

“Go ahead,” you whispered back, lifting up on your knees to unbutton and unzip his jeans. Your concentration faltered when his hand wandered to your cunt to tease your clit. 

A low whistle left Bucky’s lips as he brushed a finger down to your weeping entrance. “Already so wet for me, huh? ‘S this all for me?”

“Mhm,” you murmured, finally slipping his jeans down with his help. “Been wanting you all night.”

Bucky grinned and moved one hand to grip the sides of your throat, the other moving back to tease your clit again. “In that case, baby,” he purred. “Let’s see how quick I can make you cum on my fingers first. Can’t have my girl that desperate she’s hurtin’, now, can I?”

“No,” you whimpered. Unbidden, your hips moved to ride his fingers and Bucky chuckled.

“See?” Bucky cooed, flicking your clit once, twice, and you cried out. “Your cunt just wants somethin’ fillin’ her, doesn’t she?” 

“Yeah, wan’ you, Buck- Please,” you breathed, moaning when he teased your entrance. It was torture waiting this long, but he was nothing if not a tease. 

“Oh, you’ll get me, sweetheart, but first,” Bucky purred, pulling your face closer. “First you’ll fuck my fingers.”

Your moans and whimpers echoed in the cabin of his Skyline as he worked his fingers in and out of your cunt, curling them against your walls while his thumb rubbed tight circles on your clit. “God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty like this, just a whore who wants to be fucked and filled, aren’t you?”

“Ah–Ah! Ye-” A hiccuped moan interrupted your answer. “Yeah, please, wanna cum- Need your cock!”

“Need you to cum for me first, baby,” Bucky cooed, his fingers moving faster. “You’re squeezin’ me–know you’re close, c’mon.”

It spread slowly, the all encompassing pleasure of a blinding climax gripping you in its clutches. “Bucky! Fuck, put it in me! Wanna cum on your cock, pleasepleaseplease, oh god,” you rambled, groping at his shoulders. 

Bucky hissed, a low, “Fuck,” before you were being moved, and his fingers left your cunt, only to be replaced by his cock. “Oh, fuck, baby–so tight, let go, need you to let go, lemme feel it.”

The pace Bucky set was brutal, each thrust up into your pulsing heat punched a moan from your lungs until your thighs started to shake. “‘M coming! Bucky!”

“That’s it, call me, sweetheart,” Bucky moaned. “Let go, now. Cum on your cock.”

Your climax washed over you, sweeping you under and you screamed into Bucky’s shoulder – unable to move through the sensations, nor did you want to, with him guiding you through and prolonging it with long, deep thrusts. 

“Fuck,” you gasped once you could breathe. “Fuck me, babe–fuck me.”

“Oh, baby girl, you know not to say that shit to me,” Bucky groaned, the back of his head hitting the headrest with a dull thump. His hair was sticking to his forehead – strands falling into his eyes and curling around his ears. 

“Want you to use me,” you urged, kissing down his neck and rolling your hips when his grip faltered. “Go on, fuck me.”

“Shit,” Bucky drawled, his voice breaking. “Fuck it.”

Bucky fucked up into your cunt with abandon, his hips pistoning with such ferocity your breath caught on each thrust, and you tried in earnest to meet them – even as the Skyline rocked with each movement. 

“You feel so fuckin’ good, baby,” Bucky panted, and you nodded, reaching down your stomach to rub fiercely at your clit. If you came again, and fast, you knew it would tip him over the edge. “You gonna touch yourself for me, sweetheart? Like a fucking slut?”

“Yeah,” you gasped. The first touch made your stomach jolt and you cried out. “Want you to cum–fuck and fill me, Bucky, need it!”

“Know you need it, you fucking slut,” Bucky growled, his tone dangerously low. “And you’re gonna take it like the good girl you are, aren't you?”

Nodding fervently, you sped your fingers up at the first sign of the coil tightening. Bucky groaned loudly and tucked his chin to his chest, lifting his hips with more desperation than before, when you felt the first twitch of his cock deep in your heat. “Yes! Yes, fucking give it to me, babe, please,” you begged, pulling his hair. 

“‘M so fuckin’ close,” Bucky whined. “Cum for me again, give me one more, sweetheart. Fuckin’ cum for me.”

The ferocity of the words hit you like a tidal wave, and you were pulled under again, only dully registering Bucky’s shout as warmth bloomed between your legs and leaked down your thighs. 

“Fuckin’ hell!” Bucky moaned, his voice hoarse. Aftershocks were making your whole body tremble, and you gripped Bucky for dear life. “I’ve gotchu, baby, breathe.” You fell into his chest when he pulled you in by the waist and he tucked your head into his neck, both of you breathing heavily. “Deep breaths for me.”

You followed Bucky’s inhale and exhale, a set pattern of counting to four with each inhale and exhale, and slowly, your body calmed to a point where you could actually move, and think.

“You need stress relief more often,” you sighed, cuddling into his embrace and smiling when you felt and heard his laugh.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[alexisomnias]

— "INSANITY" . . .

⤷ jing yuan has a thing for criminals, you fit that description

,, inspired by @dulcesiabits prompt

as JING YUANS prisoner It was no surprise to expect chains bound on both your wrists, keeping you attached to the cool chair that was stuck under a dim light.

Talking to you no other was an npc esc character, asking you question after question. Ones you didn’t bother to answer truthfully. They couldn’t kill you after all, you were their only source of answers.

A moment of silence passes, the last question passing through, to which you ignore, mind drifting off. “You know I was going to add the demand that nobody would be on the other side of the glass. Listening in, when i don’t know.”

“Why didn’t you?” the guy asks, his eyes narrowing suspiciously, its almost as if you could see his brain tick until it hit 12 o’ clock.

“Well because I know the generals back there.” you hum. “Watching and listening. Perhaps finding ways to use my answers against me?” i laugh echos out of your throat as you tug at the chains. A loud clang as it bangs against the metal chair, “its truly satisfying.”

You could hear the door open behind you, unable to turn around due to your chaining a smile void of happiness rises on your face as you watch the guys’ across from you eyes turn upwards.

“Jing Yuan?” you speak in a lower, hushed tone. Your voice hinting twisted curiosity.

“I’d like to talk to them alone.” the generals voice turns behind you.

The guy across from you stays silent for a few fat seconds, before nodding, a glare being sent down at you as he stands up and walks by. “Don’t you dare try anything.”

Your face falls as you tug at the chains, “I can’t anyway.”

Jing Yuan stays behind you, out of sight, as the door shuts behind you.

“Surprised to see you were caught.”

You huff, already imagining his cocky face staring at you, judging you. “what? upset that you weren’t the one to chain me here?”

“Perhaps.”

you scoff, “of course, why wouldn’t you want that.”

you could hear his carefree laugh echo from behind. its almost as if you could see the crease of his face, and the usual, polite smile that almost never leaves his face. (even when picking up tea that was poisoned, or walking straight into a trap he knows was there.)

but really could you see him? no, but he could see you. You didn’t know of the look he gave that was full of unjustified adoration.

Jing Yuan wanted to see you like looking through the clouds and reaching the stars, he wanted to see what lied under your layers what color your blood was, what your motivations were, what made you tick.

You were so fixated on his murder, it could almost make him blush. If he was pricked by your thorns he hopes a rose would be placed by your delicate bloody hands. Even if the rose was painted red with his blood, he knows the color of it was still beautiful, like you.

“General?” your steel voice cuts through. Voice stabbing through unaware to the thoughts spiralling in his head as he stares at you ahead of him, across the glass.

You tug at the chains as you call his name, he went silent after your sentence. May it be guilty silence? oh you don’t know, and you don’t care.

“Is there something you need, [name]?”

“I don’t know, out of here?”

“Sorry, I can’t do that. Are peanut butter cookies to your liking?”

“Shut up.”

“I knew I should’ve bought chocolate chip.” 

You give a look of displeasure (he can’t see), before your eyes pan to the side. Watching Jing Yuans white hair sway by as he laughs, walking to the other side of the table. Taking a seat opposite to you as if this was a tea party instead of a criminal interview. A pleasureful smile on his face.

“Stop with the games, Jing Yuan. What are you going to do with me anyway? lock me in a cell? beat the information out of me?”

“None of the like.” he smiles, in a way that exhibits benevolence, laying his arms upon the table (hand twitching to reach yours), “I’m going to let you go.”

you stare at him in a mix of bafflement and disbelief, “have you lost your mind?”

“I don’t believe I have.”

“your joking, you’re just trying to give me false hope.”

“I’m not the type to do that.” 

he says, and if to prove it, you hear a click of a chain, and suddenly the weight on your wrists and biceps pull off. Freeing you, it takes you a moment to get accustomed to the lighter movement of muscles before your face moves into a glare, flicking your bound muscles as if opening chained wings.

In no wasted time you summon your weapon of choice, and bounce onto the table and bring it to his neck.

“What the hell goes through your mind, general, i wonder.” you say, voice hushed in a whisper as you see blood drip from his neck, eyes narrowing and keening in. His expression doesn’t change as if he was expected you to do that.

You walk around the table, carefully still holding your weapon to his throat, in a position of if he tried anything he’d lose his head.

“Hm, my mind works its own wonders I guess i can say.” Jing Yuan states, eyes turning as you walk to his side, standing behind him for more security on your position. Adjusting your grip on the weapon you scowl.

“You can speak all you want about understanding justice, but it seems yours is skewered.”

“I guess the proper way to say it is I got bored.”

You stare meeting his eyes as his head turns to see yours. “You’re really confusing, you know, General. You get bored with your duties, and decide the best thing to do is threaten your life?”

You adjust the weapon, watching as blood trickles out of his neck. Red blood moving down his porcelain skin. He’d look gorgeous in red.

Since your eyes were carefully focused on the pressure of your weapon and his movements. You miss how his breath gets caught, and how white his knuckles go as you “work your magic.” oh, you were just so hot.

An alarm goes off in the building, perhaps notifying the building of your escape from the chains and you scowl, you wouldn’t have enough time to finish the job, (you know better that a simple cut to the neck would be enough to finish him off), and you move your weapon down, glaring down at Jing Yuan. Who’s face still remains masked and neutral. Your eyes meet.

“Nice talk,” you start sarcastically, “hopefully the next time we meet you’ll lose your tongue.”

“Til’ we meet again then, [Name].”

As a parting gift, you slash your weapon across his neck in a precise and quick manner, to which his hand quickly goes up to grab, flinging it out of your hands from the blade and onto the ground. His hand getting cut, dirtying your blade with the scent of blood. He hears you curse roughly and before his gaze goes back to meet yours you’re out of the room. Only remnants left of you is your weapon, his bleeding scar, and the blown open door that bangs loudly against the wall of the silent room.

whats left in the room is Jing Yuan. Blood rushing through quickly as his heart pounds, not with fear but with thrill. Hot panting leaving his mouth as he can breath again. The blaring sirens emitted from the establishment bothering his ears.

“General Jing Yuan!” a call, comes from the hall. The young man who interviewed you before at the door, “where is the criminal!? how’d they get out!?”

“I don’t know where they went.” he hums, leaving the other question unanswered. “By now they must be out of the building, we’ll do a patrol.”

“But General.” another voice pipes up worriedly, “you're bleeding.”

much true to her words, his hand swipes across his bleeding throbbing throat and he winces as he touches it. (its going to take a while to heal it seems). he stares at the blood, an image of your eyes staring into his flashing through, and he gazes back up from his finger. “I’ll be fine. Do go ahead without me, i'll catch up in due time.”

The two knights nod their head and rush off. Jing Yuan hears a bark of orders and once again he’s left alone in the dimly lit room.

The scratch of a chair is all he hears as he stands up. Walking over to the corner, he grabs your left behind weapon. His thumb rubbing the holder gently, and he feels his heart pound against his chest again, stomach fluttering. 

Jing Yuan thinks he’s going to pocket it for a while…

[theitgirlnetwork]

Better

Chapter 8: Future Stuff

Note: Hellooo! Thank you all once again so much for all of the love I'm getting on this story. Everyone is so sweet I could actually throw up so thank you. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. All of the reblogs, notes, comments, messages really motivate me, and I'm so thankful. It's so fun writing this. The only warnings are implied sexual content and strong language but MDNI fr fr. This story is not for the children. Alsooo, I think I figured out the tag list situation, feel free to correct me if I'm wrong. So its down below, anyone else who would like to be added, please let me know <3

Taglist:

@th3h0nkz @yezzyyae@comeonatmebruh

Ian and Mickey stare forward at the TV as Lip continues to bounce his leg and blow a cloud of smoke into the air. Mickey irritably fans the air in front of him, cutting his eyes to Ian who silently pleads to him not to say anything. A few more seconds pass and the cheap couch continues to rattle and Mickey gets fed up.

“Fuck! Gallagher, go, don’t go, cheat, don’t cheat, we don’t fuckin’ care!” He yells, ignoring Ian’s glare. “I mean, I’ll fuckin’ tell the princess in a heartbeat, but you sittin’ hear, shittin’ your pants over a phone call is makin’ me wanna kill you.”

“Fuck off Mickey.”

Mickey turns to the blond, only to have his boyfriend place his hand on his chest, shoving him lightly into the other direction, gesturing for him to go upstairs. Ian huffs as Mickey flicks him off before storming up the steps to his room, taking his beer with him. 

The redhead sits back down next to his brother, sighing as he opens his own drink. “Are you gonna?”

Lip looks up, hand buried in his hair for probably the fiftieth time that night. “Gonna what?”

“Cheat. On Charlotte with that old bitch Helene.”

Lip shakes his head quietly, taking a drag from his blunt before passing it over to Ian. “No.” he sniffs. “And uh, Helene didn’t get me kicked out, alright?”

“Okay.” Ian shrugs, grabbing the blunt. “But she didn’t help.”

“Nah.” Lip nods, blue eyes surrounded by red, bloodshot from the lack of sleep he got over the past few days. “She didn’t. But uh, she didn’t say much on the phone. Just that she needs to talk to me. Figured I should see what it’s about. Not a big deal.”

“Is that why you’re pullin’ your hair out and hotboxin’ our living room?” Ian asks, releasing the smoke from his nose.  “Did you tell her?”

“No.” Lip sighs, scrubbing his hand down his face. He reaches over and snatches the blunt from Ian before he could take another pull. “And you won’t either, alright? It’s not a big deal and I’m just gonna tell her to fuck off. Don’t need to freak Bunny out for nothin’.”

Lip had been lamenting over Helene’s call for the past few days.He’d gone silent on the phone in shock when she confirmed it was her and was even more surprised when she asked to meet with him to discuss something. The last time he’d talked to her, she’d ended things and ignored him while he screamed and pleaded for her back outside of her house. It was fucking humiliating. He wanted to show her he was better now. He wanted to show he wasn’t some desperate loser and he didn’t fucking need her, her leaving didn’t fucking faze him. 

He knew he could do that and stay loyal to Charlotte. 

But apparently Ian and Mickey had no faith in him. He didn’t know why he fucking told them in the first place. 

Maybe because he’d hoped it would help get rid of the rock in his stomach he felt every time he spoke to Charlotte and didn’t tell her his sort’ve ex/professor had hit him up to meet.

Lip is used to the feeling of guilt and shame, it comes with the Gallagher territory. A low hum of those two feelings stay with them always. But this feeling was worse. It was loud and aggressive. It was pounding in his ears each time his girlfriend’s sweet voice came through the phone. So, he already felt like shit. He doesn’t need Ian and his cling-on fucking riding him.

“Doesn’t seem like it’s for nothin’ Seems like somethin’ she should know.” Ian shrugs, snatching it back.

“Yeah, just because you’re Mickey’s bitch, doesn’t mean I’m Charlotte’s. Alright? I’ve got it-”

“Fuck you.” Ian frowns, shoving his brother, looking affronted when he shoves him back. 

The two boys begin pushing and shoving at each other, standing from the couch to get into each other’s faces. Voices raising and carrying throughout the house. The front door swings open and a tired Fiona storms through, Liam in her arms, shoving between the two of them. “Uh uh, I just worked for 8 hours with no break while tryin’ to watch Liam. I do not come home to you fighting.” 

The older girl places Liam on the steps, patting his back and telling him to go upstairs and wait for her to tuck him in. She turns back to her other brothers, watching them glare at each other. “What the fuck is the issue?” Lip clenches his jaw irritably, looking away from his sister. He knows that Ian isn’t going to say anything and he does not feel like hearing Fiona bitch about Helene or make some smart ass comment about him already fucking up with Charlotte. “Fuck, fine, whatever. I don’t care what you have going on, Christmas is in two days, you’re not gonna fuck up the vibe in the house for Carl, Debbie and Liam. And make sure you have your shit together on the gift front.” 

Ian pushes past Lip, knocking his shoulder and heading toward the stairs, “I’ve got my shit covered.”

Fiona watches him go up the stairs before looking back to Lip with an expectant expression. “And you?”

The blond huffs out a breath, “I’m handling it.” 

And at the time, he really thought he was.

“It was really nice to see her.” Charlotte smiles, pouring water onto one of the plants on her parent’s patio before moving on to the next. The other side of the line is quiet and she pauses in her motion, pushing her phone closer to her ear. “Bub?”

“Huh?” there’s shuffling on the other end of the line for a few moments before the sound of her boyfriend returns. “That’s good, bunny.”

The woman rolls her eyes, setting down the watering can onto the table and pulling out a seat to sit in. “You’re not listening, Phillip.”

“Yeah I am.”

“Yeah? What’d I say.”

He hums for a moment before raising his voice lightly, attempting to mimic hers. “Phillip, I miss you so much, I can’t wait until I can see you again and climb on top of your big, hard-”

“Yeah, I don’t talk like that. That must be your other girlfriend.” She laughs. Charlotte waits to hear the deep chuckle that she’s grown to love and is only met with awkward silence. “Phillip?”

“Uh, yeah. I’ve actually got to go.”

“Oh.” Charlotte frowns, biting at her thumbnail nervously. She doesn’t like the sound of his voice. He’d been being weird for the last couple of days and she didn’t know where it was coming from. Was it because of that one phone call? Was it too much? Too little? Did she do something wrong? The reasonable side of her told her that the distance might be just getting to him. Their relationship had started with her leaving for an undetermined amount of time. They began with a goodbye, it definitely was wearing on her, it would be reasonable for it to be affecting Lip as well. “Okay, I’ll talk to you later? And um, please remember to get the presents I got for everyone out of my room at V’s okay? S’not much-”

“Okay, so uh, you’re definitely not gonna be back for Christmas?” he asks. 

Charlotte sighs, leaning her chin on her hand and toying with the fabric of her shirt. “I dunno. M’sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’ll call you later. Bye, baby.”

As the line goes dead Charlotte groans to herself. As much as she’s enjoyed being home with her parents, she was starting to get antsy. Putting aside how badly she misses Lip, she misses everyone else and her freedom too. Being back in her parents home made her feel like a child again, unable to make decisions about anything. What time to wake up, what to eat, what to wear. She needs a break from her break.

And honestly, she wants the chance to take her new relationship seriously. And she can’t do that while they’re however any miles apart. 

Settled into her new resolve, Charlotte pushes out of her seat and opens the screen door to her house. She looks around the lower level, finding that no one is there and heads up the stairs to look for her mother. She finds her mother in the office and knocks on the heavy wooden door before entering. “Hi, Mom.” 

Charlotte’s mother looks up from her laptop, pausing to push her glasses up on her nose. “Hi, honey, what’s up?”

“Um,” Charlotte shifts on her feet uneasily, running a finger along the paint on the door frame. “I need to talk to you about something.”

Lip takes a deep breath as he stands outside of the café, pocketing his phone as he weighs out the different ways this scenario can play out in his head. 

Best case scenario, he goes in there, Helene looks fuckin’ awful, he tells her where she can shove it and maybe throws in a picture of his new sexy ass girlfriend that he’s fucking obsessed with, conveniently leaving out that he’s unsure if she’s ever coming back to Chicago.

Worst case scenario, she looks amazing, he doesn’t even get to mention Charlotte and this was some kind of sick test that he failed by showing up. His girlfriend emerges from some back room or something and dumps him on the spot for even showing up to talk to his ex. And she…he doesn’t know, starts fucking Helene’s husband or something. 

That last part can’t happen. Lip is pretty sure he’d kill him.

Another minute passes by before he decides to finally go into the shop. Quiet, boring cafe music is softly playing and the smell of coffee fills his nostrils. 

“Lip, over here.” a voice calls over to him.

Lip follows the voice over to a table in the left corner of the restaurant and finds Helene, seated, already sipping a coffee, an untouched mug on the opposite side of the table. He makes his way over and slowly slides into the seat opposite of her. “Uh, hey.”

The older woman offers him a kind smile, drumming her fingers on her cup. Lip absently notices that her wedding ring is not on her finger. “Hi. How are you?”

He looks up, dragging his eyes away from her hand. “Fine, I uh, can’t complain. How have you been?”

“Overall I’ve been well.” Lip nods quietly at her response and starts scanning the room, looking everywhere but her. He hadn’t accounted for this being so weird. A couple beats pass before she speaks again. “Okay, well I think we’re a little too familiar for this to be so uncomfortable. That coffee is for you by the way. It’s black with no sugar the way you like it.”

“Actually,” Lip cuts in, glancing down at the cup. “I don’t take it like that anymore. I, uh, like it sweeter now.” 

Helene’s eyebrows shoot up, “Oh. Okay, we could send it back-”

“Nah, I’ll drink it.” He shrugs, trying to hide his grimace as the bitter liquid fills his mouth, briefly wondering how he used to chug this shit when he was with her. 

“Okay.” Helene shifts in her seat a little, leaning forward. “Tell me what else has changed since we last spoke.”

Lip licks his lips, looking around before letting his blue eyes land back on her. “I uh, left school, or they kicked me out for something…unrelated. So yeah, I’m working. Moved back to Southside.”

“Do you like what you do?” 

“It helps pay bills. Nothing in my field but, it works.” he shrugs again. “Are you, uh back at the school?”

Helene smoothes her left hand over her hair, and his eyes drift back to her empty ring finger. “Yes, I’ve returned as an adjunct, but they’re keeping a close watch on me so you can understand that’s a little bit awkward. But um, I’ve been working through some things since the last time I spoke to you-”

“Right, that was a contingency for you to get your job back, right? The therapy?” Lip bites. He doesn’t know where the comment comes from but he shocks himself and Helene.

“Yes…it was. And I think I owe you an apology.” she says softly.

Lip sits up straighter in his seat. “Okay.”

“I’m sorry, I should have spoken to you, and allowed you to explain what happened. I requested for you to communicate and exhibit maturity throughout our relationship and didn’t extend the same respect to you.” Helene waits for Lip to react, to accept, say something, but all he offers her is another quiet nod. “I’ve learned I have a habit of having high expectations for what people should do for me and very low tolerance for error. It’s likely what caused this relationship to fail and certainly what ruined my marriage.”

The blond looks up at that, immediately alerted by the news she’d snuck into the conversation. She’s divorced. She’d gotten divorced. Despite the fact that he was refusing to acknowledge it, back when they were together he used to dream about it. The day she said fuck her husband and left him completely, chose him entirely. On darker days when he would watch her climb out of bed to go find her spouse, or see them kiss especially intimately in front of him, or she would leave to shower with him just after she and Lip had sex, he would think about how happy he’d be if the older man just disappeared. Went missing. Dropped dead, he didn’t fucking care. 

But the knowledge now that Helene was single brought Lip no feeling at all. He’s shocked at how numb he is to the news. “I’m uh, sorry.” he offers awkwardly. 

“I’ve made my peace with it. Now, I’m trying to make my peace with you.” she smiles, placing her hand on top of Lip’s across the table, smoothing her thumb on his knuckles. 

“Oh, shit-” he jolts, taking his hand back and feeling himself turn red as the table rattles at his jerky movement. “I actually have a girlfriend. And we’re…monogamous.” 

“Oh.” Helene sits back, seemingly startled by his very large reaction before adjusting herself. “I’m sorry, well congratulations. Who is it? That mousy girl who is fascinated with posting pictures of other people’s naked forms?” 

Lip doesn’t bother offering her a fake laugh, instead choosing to open his phone and show her his favorite picture of him and Charlotte together. It’s one that Ian had taken at the Alibi when Lip had been pretending to teach her how to play pool to both get close to her and piss off Kev as the girl bent over the table in front of him. The picture perfectly captures Charlotte’s pretty smile and reminds him of when she was close enough to touch. He holds his phone up for Helene to see and watches the woman’s expression. “This is Charlotte.”

Her face is unmoving as she looks at the girl. “Well, I suppose it’s double congratulations. She’s gorgeous. Is she in school?”

“Um,” Lip takes the phone back and pockets it, “No, she just moved here. She’s working at a restaurant for now, saving up money. I’d have brought her with me but she’s visiting family back where she’s from.”

“And where’s that?”

“Virginia.”

Helene hums, lifting her coffee to take a sip. “That’s far.”

“772 miles.” Lip sniffs, leaning back in his chair. “But she’ll be back.” As he says it his brain wonders if he’s telling Helene or reminding himself.

“I see. And it’s serious?” 

That question gives Lip pause. Because is it serious? He can acknowledge that when he first saw Charlotte he hadn’t hoped for much more than getting her prissy ass into bed and then doubling back once in a while, but not frequently enough for her to get attached. Her stubbornness and Mandy’s existence put a little wrench in his plans but he’d always liked a challenge. But after a while, it was more than that. He’d fucked around and learned things about her. Charlotte is sweet, kind, and funny. She makes him relax and feel less fucking irritated all of the time. She makes him feel needed without making him feel trapped. She cared about his interests, making him happy. His family. She’d made his life better in such a short period of time. 

“To me.” 

Helene nods, offering him a soft smile. “I can tell. It’s the look in your eyes. It’s different now. A good different.” she lets out a sigh and places her cup down again. “Well, I’m happy for you. Though I came here to tell you I miss you and apologize, I also wanted to make up for the part I played in your education ending early.”

“It was unrelated.”

“Well, I certainly didn’t help.” It’s good that she knows that, he thinks. “I want to offer you an internship, not with me, but with a research center I collaborate with. They were looking for someone with an interest and background in science and technology and I immediately thought of you.”

“You didn’t think of one of the hundreds of people majoring in that at the university?” Lip scoffs.

“I didn’t used to sleep with them.” she jokes, rolling her eyes when Lip appears unamused. “I’m kidding. I truly believe you’d be a good fit for this.” 

“Look um, like I told Youens, I can’t really afford to work for free right now, I understand you guys say it’ll lead to something-”

“It’s a paid internship, Lip.” Helene cuts in. She observes the young man, watching as the wheels turn in his brain as he tries to think up more excuses as to why he can’t accept this opportunity. She grabs her purse from where it is hanging on the back of her chair and pulls out a card, placing it down on the table. “Look, I have another meeting to get to, but this is a really good opportunity, if I were you I’d take it. Work in your field and make some decent money. Serious relationships aren’t as free as we’d like them to be, you know.” she says, nodding her head toward the pocket where he’d placed his phone. Helene stands, walking past, briefly placing her hand on Lip’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, you’d only have to see me around sometimes, we’d be in different departments.”

“I wasn’t worried about that.” He says, grabbing the card.

“Good. Give my regards to Charlotte will you?”

Lip sits quietly as the older woman leaves the cafe, attempting to process what just happened. He looks down at the card one more time before shoving it in his pocket and standing to leave himself, mumbling under his breath, “‘Give my regards’ to my fuckin’ girlfriend. Like hell I will.”

“Okay, Liam, open this one next.”

Lip stands with his arm around Fiona as they watch Debbie help Liam open her present with a bright smile on her face. It’s tradition in the Gallagher household. For the whole month of December, the older three kids hide all of their money that they earn, same as usual, and put it toward the rent and bills. They work extra shifts at their jobs so that Carl and Debbie don’t have to chip in for the month, that way they can get each other and Liam presents. The older three also use anything they have left over to get each younger kid an additional gift. Finally, being the two older siblings they are, sometimes Fiona and Lip scrape together a little something extra to try and get something for Ian. This year, Mickey was here.

At first Lip had found the male Milkovich’s damn near constant presence in their home irritating, but he made Ian happy, and more stable so he tolerated it. As more time went by, Mickey became part of their routine, helping out, hanging out, pitching in money, and then Lip didn’t mind him. But now, watching the fucking thug who’d threatened to bash both his and Ian’s faces in not long ago for one reason or another roll his eyes and pretend to be in different as he offers a messily wrapped army knife to Lip’s younger brother, blushing as Ian pulls him into a brief kiss, Lip thinks he might not hate having him around. Maybe even likes it. 

“Who wants eggnog?” V calls as she carries the pitcher into the room, balancing a stack of empty cups in her other hand. 

“Me!” Carl calls trying to snatch a cup, groaning when the woman pulls it away. 

“Sorry, who’s grown and wants spiked eggnog?”

“Fuckin’ me.” Lip grunts, pouring a glass full and taking a long swig. He’d been in a shit mood all day. Watching his younger siblings open their gifts made him feel a little better, but he’d been hoping that Charlotte would be home by now. It’d been weeks since she’d left and he was starting (had been the whole fucking time) to worry that she wasn’t coming back. He couldn’t imagine that the short time they’d gotten together before she left was all he was gonna get. But then again, that was just his luck.

Fiona’s eyes land on V, a small smile on her face as she widens her eyes in silent communication. Her friend rolls her own in response, nodding exasperated, and nudges Kev. “Huh? Oh.” the man leans down and takes Liam from Debbie and lifts the boy’s bottom to his nose, sniffing his nose. “Um…Lip, man, I think Liam took a shit.”

The blond’s brows furrow as he takes another sip of eggnog. “So change him?”

“He’s uh, not my brother.”

“Oh, for christ sake,” Fiona snatches Liam back, smiling at the little boy’s giggle and shoving him into Lip’s arms. “Go change him will you?” 

Lip narrows his eyes at his sister before sighing out a ‘whatever’ and taking the boy, blowing raspberries against Liam’s cheek as he makes his way to the steps. 

As they get to Liam, Carl and Ian’s room Lip starts undoing Liam’s diaper, holding the clean one under his arm. “You having a good Christmas buddy? Huh? Is it fun? Should we play in the snow later?”

“Lip!” the boy claps, kicking his legs, antsy. 

Lip frowns in confusion as he finds a completely empty and clean diaper as he looks down at his brother. “The hell? What’re they talkin’ about? I knew you didn’t stink to me. Maybe it’s Kev, huh?” he coos, buttoning his brother back up. “Maybe he’s the one who took the shit.”

The blond fumbles around in his pocket and pulls out his phone, figuring hearing his girlfriend’s voice might put him in a better mood. “Should we call Charlotte? We miss her, don’t we buddy.”

“Lottie!” Liam screams, kicking more, giggling loudly. 

“Alright alright, keep your pants on, she’s my girlfriend, kid.” He jokes, dialing her number. The phone rings once before going to voicemail. “And I guess she’s busy. That’s okay, buddy, she’s probably just enjoying Christmas with her parents.” Lip reassures, unsure if it’s for Liam or himself. He grows even more irritated at the painful ache that forms in his chest at the thought that he won’t be hearing from her at all today. He’d called twice earlier too, only to be sent to voicemail twice. 

Hoisting the little boy up, Lip jogs back down the stairs, bouncing his brother as he goes, slowing to a halt when he enters the room and everyone seems like they just rushed back to their seat. “Why the fuck are you all being so weird? And he didn’t shit.” He says placing his little brother into Carl’s arms and going to sit again.

“Wait!” Fiona calls out, fighting back a grin. “Don’t sit down, you have to get your present now.”

“The fuck? You got me a present? Why? We could’ve used that on one of the kids-” Guilt floods him as he thinks about the fact that he hadn’t gotten Fiona anything.

“Will you stop being such a prick and go get your present? We left it in the kitchen.” Ian interrupts, kicking at Lip’s leg. “Go.” 

“What would you even get me-” Lip pauses as a thought crosses his mind. But no. No, that’s not it. It’s no fuckin’ way. He lets his eyes trail over to V who offers him a small shrug before nodding her head in the direction of the kitchen. “No fuckin’ way.” 

Lip all but sprints into the kitchen, ignoring his family’s laughter when he trips a little over the leg of the coffee table and again on one of Liam’s singing toys as he swings into the room.

“Hi, boyfriend.”

And there she is. In the flesh. Bouncing excitedly on her feet once, twice before squealing and jumping into Lip’s arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Lip catches her easily, wrapping his own arms around her waist and squeezing tightly as he buries his face in her neck, inhaling her scent. “Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me? Charlotte, what the fuck?”

“Merry Christmas.” she chirps, putting her legs down and pulling back slightly, Lip follows suit, holding his arms around her loosely but refusing to fully let go.

“Yeah it fuckin’ is.” he breathes, tugging her forward into a kiss. He feels like his eyes could fucking roll back in his head. It feels so good. Touching her. Feeling her touch him. Kissing her soft lips. When he finally lets her up for air he leans his forehead against hers, matching her smile with his own. “Merry Christmas, Bunny. Uh, thanks for coming back.”

“What?” the girl scoffs, reaching up and tugging the hair at the back of his head lightly, “Are you joking? I had to.” she leans forward, rubbing her nose against his. “You’re here.”

“Fuckin’ missed you, baby.” Lip connects their lips again, hand cupping her cheek to guide her into a deeper kiss as he walks them until her lower back hits the counter.

“Alright, lovebirds, enough of that, I only promised Fiona I’d give you two minutes, it’s been five and a quarter.” Kev calls from the other room. 

Lip pulls back again, letting Charlotte walk ahead of him as he rests his hands on her shoulders following not far behind as they re-enter the room. He watches as she greets all of his siblings, hugging Debbie tightly and kissing Carl on the cheek. Tickling Liam and placing him on her lap as she leans into an embrace from Ian before Mickey reaches over and pinches her cheek. 

She’s back. She’s actually back. Lip didn’t realize how little hope he’d had that she’d come back to him until she’d actually done it. She was here, in his living room, with his family. With him. And the room feels like it has oxygen in it again. He only lets the thought of how scary it is that he feels like he’s breathing for the first time in weeks pass through the front of his head for a moment, though it still rings pretty loudly as he pushes it to his subconscious. 

Hours later the two older Gallagher siblings are cleaning up after the holiday mess. Charlotte had offered to help the younger kids to get ready for bed while Ian and Mickey went to spend some time with Mandy so she wasn’t by herself on Christmas. Kev and V returned home after being over all day, Charlotte promising to spend all day the next day with them, and them giving in with very minimal complaint when she and Lip asserted that they’d be spending the night together. 

Fiona eyes her brother as she scrubs a dish clean, watching as he continuously looks over his shoulder up the stairs. “Just go. I’ve got it.”

“Huh?”

“Go be with her, I can handle clean up, if anything you’re slowing me down, checkin’ every two seconds to see if she’s comin’ down.” She laughs, wiping hair out of her face with her forearm. 

Lip chuckles too, putting down the drying towel and squeezing his sister;s shoulder. “Thanks, Fi.”

“Yeah yeah, don’t be loud, I don’t need any of the littles gettin’ traumatized on Christmas.” She says, placing a clean plate on the rack. Fiona turns to catch her brother before he heads up the steps. “Hey, she’s a good one. And this…this looks good on you so…don’t Gallagher it up.” 

Lip pauses, thinking back to the card in his jacket pocket and the call he’d made earlier that morning. “I won’t.”

Charlotte turns as the door to Lip’s room creaks open, a wide smile spreading across her face as her boyfriend enters the room. “Hi.” she whispers.

“Hey.” he repeats back softly, closing the door quietly so as to not stir his younger siblings. Lip glances down on the floor at the discarded clothes and mess, and tries to kick it aside as he makes his way over to where Charlotte is standing. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

“Neither can I, if it was up to my dad I would’ve never come back out here, but Mom took my side.” she meets him the rest of the way, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulls her in by her waist. “Missed you. But, it was good to see them. Any updates here?”

Lip has to force himself to look away from her big, brown, expectant eyes. He absently thinks to himself that he’d forgotten how hard it is to be a piece of shit when she’s aiming her soft, affectionate looks at him, as if he was something good. But despite the fact that this surprise was literally all that he’d wished for, he hadn’t had time to prepare to tell Charlotte about Helene or the job. He could already picture the doubt that would form on her face as he told her that he’d be working in somewhat proximity to his professor that he’d fucked for several months, convinced himself he was in love with, and briefly attempted to stalk. He can’t even picture admitting to her he’d gone to get coffee with her.

But the alternative isn’t much better. Having Charlotte look up at him with that wide-eyed, starry look, rose petal lips smiling brightly at him. Showing him that fuckin’ dimple. And all of that being fake? Lying to her face? He couldn’t imagine being able to sleep, sure he can lie on the phone, but holding her afterward is a whole different ball game. 

So Lip chose the only intelligent option. 

Half stories and fuckin’ deny, deny, deny.

“I uh, got a new job, a paid internship. I’ll get to work in science which is cool.” he says dismissively, moving down to kiss her when she stops him.

“What?” she squeaks, smile spreading even wider. “Phillip! That’s so great! M’so happy for you, bubba!” she says bouncing where she stands and clapping her hands together. “We have to celebrate! We…we should go out some night this week. Like, get dinner or go to a bar or…” Charlotte pauses, the look on her face changing. 

“Or…?”

The woman leans forward then, kissing Lip’s nose, cheek, and jaw before dragging her way to his neck. Lip groans, mumbling a ‘fuck’ under his breath as Charlotte presses open mouthed kisses down his neck, tugging aside the collar of his shirt as she moves to the top of his chest, rubbing her hands along his abs. 

It feels good. So good, her soft hands pushing his shirt out of the way. Her lips dragging along his skin. He was immediately hard, clenching his jaw in focus as he watches his sweet girl drop to her knees in front of him, looking up at him through her long dark lashes as she began to pull his belt from its buckle.

Lip’s dreamed of this shit. Hell, he came to this thought for almost all of the nights she’d been gone. 

But there’s this fucking nagging thought in his brain. Fucking telling him over and over how he doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve his beautiful, sexy, kind, loving girlfriend. He doesn’t deserve her using her money she saved from her job to take him to the fucking Chicago Sciene Institute Museum. He doesn’t deserve her begging her parents to let her come back to this shithole so they can give their relationship a real try. He doesn’t deserve the way she looks at him. 

He damn sure does not deserve to have his dick that he used to put where the fuck ever in her mouth.

“Baby, baby, wait-fuck-” he hisses as her hand pauses as it wraps around him in his boxers. “Shit, um, I don’t think we should do this right now.”

Charlotte immediately retracts her hand from him, placing them both in her lap as she sits on the floor looking at him. “Oh. Okay, did I hurt you…or like…do something you didn’t like?”

“No, no you’re” Lip joins her on the ground, bringing her hands to his lips and kissing her palms repeatedly. “Perfect. You’re perfect. It’s me, I’m just…” he hesitates, wracking his brain for an excuse and also cursing himself for quite literally talking his way out of getting his dick wet. “Don’t wanna traumatize the kids on Christmas you know? Plus uh, we should probably wait for a time Carl isn’t home. Did you know he has a crush on you?”

Releasing a nervous breath Charlotte relaxes again, giggling. “Oh yeah, I kinda got that when I was walking up the street one day and he tried to get me to ride on the handlebars of his bike. He tried to push up on his tip toes and whisper ‘wait for me, baby girl’  in my ear.”

Lip chuckles, moving to sit on his butt slowly, silently willing his erection to go down and leaving his arms open for Charlotte to sit in his lap. “He’s a Gallagher, it comes with charm.” he pokes the dimple in her cheek, jolting her in his lap lightly when she snorts. “What you don’t think so?”

“Please, Ian and Liam are carrying the family name on their god damned backs.” she jokes, leaning her head back on his shoulder. “Mm and Fiona, she’s got game too. Pretty sexy.”

“Yeah? You think my sister’s hot, why don’t you go downstairs and sit on her lap, huh?” 

Charlotte turns a little to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “You think she’ll let me?”

Lip’s mouth falls open for a moment before he lets out a breathy laugh of disbelief. “Fuckin’ brat, okay, up you go.” he grabs Charlotte at her middle, pushing off of the floor and putting her over his shoulder before dropping her softly on to the bed, climbing over her and pinning her to it. “Went to Virginia and lost your fuckin’ mind. It’s funny?” he says lowly at her giggles, leaning down closer to her face. “You know what’s funny, Bunny? I still have your Christmas gift.”

Brown eyes go wide and immediately Charlotte is giggling out apologies. “Wait, wait, stop, m’sorryyy.” she hiccups as she continues to laugh, Lip’s fingers tickling her sides. “I want my gift!”

“Ask your girlfriend.” Lip jokes.

“She’s busy-” she whimpers, yelping when he intensifies his fingers movements. “You’re my boyfriend! Sorry! Please!” she laughs, kicking her legs. “Pleaseee” she pouts up at him between unhinged squeals and laughter. 

Lip stares down at the beautiful girl beneath him and can’t help put give her what she asks. Placing his hand loosely around her neck, he pulls her up to meet him halfway, pressing their lips together in a deep, brief kiss. “Need to remember who you belong to, brat.” 

He grunts as he pushes off of the bed and goes to his larger dresser, easily pushing the heavy furniture slightly away from the wall and opening what looked to be a small door to a non-functioning vent. Charlotte sits up on the bed, brows furrowing as she watches her boyfriend pull a huge jar from the opening in the wall behind his dresser, miscellaneous pieces of money, change and what appeared to be checks at the bottom. The jar wasn’t very full, only making it to the first little ridge at the bottom of the jar. As he moves closer, a serious look on his face, Charlotte immediately begins shaking her head. “Phillip you better not be trying to give me money.”

Lip places the jar on the floor in front of her before taking a deep breath and sitting next to her on the bed. “No, I’m not. Or, not really. You remember how my family has the Squirrel Fund that we hide from Frank, so we can pay our bills and eat and shit.”

“Yeah,” Charlotte says softly, eyeing the jar. “I told you before I left that I think I should kick some money in if I’m gonna sleep over.”

“Yeah, over my dead fuckin’ body.” He dismisses. “This is…uh, shit this is embarrassing. I didn’t think about that part, it’s fuckin’ stupid.”

Charlotte watches as her beautiful boyfriend turns a pretty shade of pink as he stares at the floor. She slides her arm under his, intertwining their fingers and grinning when he brings his always intense blue eyes up to her face. “Go ahead, bub, I’m not laughing.”

“Shit, fuck it, okay.” he sighs. “This is the Bunny Bank.”

Charlotte’s mouth opens and closes again as she struggles to follow. “Bunny like me, Bunny?”

“Uh, yeah. I um, started to set aside money to put in this jar I fuckin’ found when you started talking to me again after that Mandy shit because, I dunno, you said we’d start hanging out and I started thinkin’ I wanted to take you to nice places. You deserve to go to nice places.”

“You,” Charlotte tilts her head to look at him better. “You started saving money to take me on dates when I was still friendzoning you?”

“Yeah?” Lip shrugs, laughing to himself softly. “I knew that I was gonna keep trying and I guess I wanted to be ready when it started working. But uh, you beat me to the first date thing, huh?” he says, smoothing his thumb over her cheek.

“You deserve to go to nice places too.” she says in a small voice, leaning into his hand.

“Well, I started putting more in there over time, and uh, you know, one day I’m gonna fill it. And we can use it on dates. Or get you a nice gift like I dunno, a purse or somethin. Or we could…” Lip looks at her intently, scanning her face. “We could save it. Put it toward, you know, future stuff.”

He damn near cringes as he waits for her to pull away. Lip fully expects for Charlotte to recoil away from him, for her to wake up the second he mentions the future and remember that she’s way too fucking good for him. Hell, he’s never even thought beyond fucking a girl for a couple months outside of Karen, and even then, what he felt was nothing like this. She was like a toxic friend that he was sexually attracted to. And even with her he didn’t plan. She was satisfied with a couple of free beers and a quick fuck in the bathroom at the school. Lip knows that shit isn’t good enough for Charlotte. And he’s learned in his time with her that he wouldn’t want her to settle for that. 

He wants to be able to provide things for her, beyond a decent date once every couple of months. That’s why he started the pseudo bank and that’s why he has to lie to her so he can take this job. It’s for her. 

But he knows this is fast. Just because he can see a future with her and his feelings hit him like a fucking truck doesn’t mean she feels this way. She has a nice home away from here. She’s accustomed to nice things and guys who don’t have to take a chunk of their check and save it up to give them to her months later. She should know that she can do better, laugh at his pathetic attempt at romance and walk away. Tell him she’s not some chick from the hood he can impress with a free popsicle, his quick wit and good looks.

Lip is fully prepared to backtrack what he said, saying that any mention he made of the future was a fucking joke and distracting her by eating her out or something. But he doesn’t get the chance. 

He watches in awe as Charlotte reaches down her own shirt, digging in her own bra and producing what appeared to be two twenty dollar bills, folded up and warm from her skin. Manicured hands drop the money into the jar before the girl places her hand back in his, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Charlotte nudges Lip’s arm with her own, and looks at him as if he fucking hung the moon and stars. “I like the last thing. Let’s save it. For future stuff.”

Lip doesn’t even get a chance to stop it. He doesn’t know if it's the confirmation that she sees a future with him too, now matter how long that is. Or maybe it’s the pretty way she’s staring up at him or him still reeling from the fact that she’s here. Or the fact that his pretty little prissy thing literally just produced forty dollars from her bra for them to save as a couple. Hell, he thinks it's probably all of it. But it comes out like fuckin word vomit.

“I love you.” 

[jumpywhumpywriter]

BURN, Villain, BURN - Hero With Fire Powers Tortures Villain for Information

Warnings: torture, violence, intimate whump, severe injury and death, burn whump, fire power whump

Hero was never known for her kindness, especially when it came to her enemies. She was the type that had no qualms about killing villains, or using questionable methods to extract information from them.

   While all the other heroes basked in the spotlight as the perfect golden protectors of the city, Hero liked to lurk in the background, taking care of all the dirty work. She didn't get along well with the others, because they were always angry at her for defaulting to torture to get her way.

   But her way was more effective. Her way worked faster, she told herself time and time again. Her way got results quickest, so screw their opinions about her methods. She got things done.

   Her victims were always villains anyway, people who had done treacherous crimes and deserved to suffer, so Hero never understood why the others were so worried about it.

   Hero hummed to herself as she dragged her latest captured victim into the abandoned building she frequented, which was located far away from any other buildings, so no one would be bothered by screaming. She had fire powers, an effective form of punishment or motivation for any reasonable person. She could burn people alive if she desired, make them suffer the most agonizing deaths.

    It was just another typical day for her as she strung up the villain with metal cuffs on his wrists attached to chains, hoisting him up into the air until his feet barely touched the ground, his arms held above him.

   Villain was still unconscious, head lolling limply against his chest, but she knew how to fix that. Hero snatched up a bucket of ice-cold water she'd already prepared ahead of time, and mercilessly dumped it over Villain.

   Villain jolted back to consciousness with a loud gasp, coughing and sputtering and shivering, eyes wildly darting around the room.

   "W-Where am I?" He yelped, then his gaze landed on Hero, and his eyes went huge with horror and fear.

   "No..." He breathed in disbelief.

   "Oh yes," Hero responded with a vicious grin. Her reputation for violence was legendary among villains. He knew exactly who she was... and what she could do. What she was capable of.

   "If you didn't want to see me, you shouldn't have been so naughty." She wagged a mocking finger at him like a parent scolding a disobedient child.

   She stepped forward with predatory grace and reached out her hands to touch him, and Villain jerked back as far as the chains would allow as though she were holding a lethal weapon, standing on his tiptoes.

   "W-Wait! Please--" Villain's voice hitched with fear as she grabbed his face in her hands, deceptively gentle.

   A few long seconds passed, and he let out a shaky, shuddering breath of relief when no pain came, and Hero chuckled.

   "Who said these hands can be used only for hurting?" She teased. "They can do much more than that." She rubbed and massaged the tense knots out of his shoulders, and could feel him trembling hard in her grip with fear.

   Then Hero wrapped her arms around Villain and softly stroked his back with her nails, making him shiver uneasily, terrified. She loved playing with her victims ahead of time. Because by the time she was usually done... there wasn't usually much left to play with.

   "That's it... just relax..." She murmured into his ear, making him flinch.

   He most certainly did not relax, knowing whose hands he was at the mercy of.

   "You're not very good at listening to instructions, now are you?" Hero smiled, then placed a tender kiss on Villain's neck that he cringed away from as she nuzzled his hair playfully. She scraped her teeth against his collarbone, earning a scared whimper from her victim. There was nowhere to go. Nowhere to escape her.

   Her breath was warm against Villain's skin... until her deceivingly gentle touches suddenly turned rough.

   A searing heat pulsed through her hands, and Villain let out a sharp cry of pain as it left a slight burn where they had been holding his back.

   "Tell me, where is Bigger Villain hiding?" Hero asked softly, her voice still light and affectionate, completely at odds with her actions.

   "I-I swear I don't kno--AHHH!" Villain's words turned into a shriek as she sent another wave of heat into his skin, more intense than before.

   "Wrong answer," Hero purred into his ear. "Try again."

   "I'm telling you the truth, please--"

   Hero didn't let him finish, burning him with her powers once more and watching impassively as Villain arched his back away from her hands in a vain effort to escape the pain they caused.

   "Shhh... just give me what I want and I'll stop," Hero whispered, cradling his jaw in one hand.

   "I don't know where Bigger Villain is," Villain croaked with a useless sob. "He's too secretive, always moving -- he never tells us where he's going!"

   Hero clicked her tongue in disappointment. "A pity, then, that Bigger Villain dragged you into their mess." She traced three fingers down his bare chest, leaving burning welts behind that stretched down his torso as he screamed wildly, thrashing in the chains.

   She was used to it by now. She didn't particularly like the screaming... but she was used to it.

   "S-Stop, please! I told you what you wanted, I don't know anything!" Villain choked out between body-wracking sobs as tears of pure pain rolled down his face.

   "And...?" Hero blinked innocently. "How does that change anything?"

   Villain’s face went slack with pure terror and dawning understanding. He wasn't leaving this building alive, despite not having the information Hero was seeking.

   "No... wait--"

   Hero didn't give him a chance to plead with her, or beg, or try to negotiate. She placed a hand flat on his bare chest, concentrating her energy and focusing it to a narrowed point. She had utmost control over her unique fire gift; she could easily bend the heat to her will.

   A ragged wail escaped Villain that increased in pitch as heat flared from her hand, flesh sizzling and smoking beneath it. When Hero finally pulled her hand back, there was a perfect hand-shaped brand on him, smoke still rising from it.

   Villain was a hyperventilating mess of tears and sobs, trembling all over from the pain and chest heaving.

   "I'll do anything you want... please... just stop... have mercy..." He pleaded between broken, hitched breaths.

   "...Anything?" Hero echoed, breaking out into a coy smile as she leaned close, close enough that her warm breath ghosted over Villain's face.

   Villain nodded vigorously with a whimper, eyes wide and desperate, frantically searching for the faintest lifeline.

   Hero hooked a sly finger under his chin, forcing him to look at her.

   "Then kiss me," she murmured, "and then I'll decide if you're worth sparing."

   Villain's face twisted with confusion before realizing she was serious.

   Of course, Hero had no intention of letting him go, but she liked these games, getting pleasure before giving pain. In some twisted way she enjoyed it, the intimacy of knowing how much control she really had over her enemies. How much power she held over another person, all the things she could get them to do. It made her feel powerful beyond belief.

   Villain only hesitated for a heartbeat before leaning forward and reluctantly placing his lips against hers, knowing it was the price to pay to appease her, though Hero could feel how badly he wanted to cringe and recoil away through the tense lines of his taut muscles.

   Hero suddenly grabbed the back of his neck with both hands and pulled him close, deepening the kiss with a possessive, cruel growl. Then she let a few small flaming hot sparks sink in where her hands were holding him, but crushed her lips harder into his as she did which muffled the cry of pain that slipped out of him.

   She pulled back, leaving Villain panting hard as her hands traveled down to rest against the smooth planes of skin over his ribs.

   "Not bad, for a villain," Hero chuckled coldly. "...But not quite good enough to save your life." Her fire powers sparked into existence as she traced her fingers down each individual rib, leaving sizzling red burns behind.

   Villain screamed and writhed desperately, but Hero's pace never slowed as she blazed trails of pure pain with her powers, creating some elaborate form of artwork etched into his inflamed skin.

   Villain didn't even beg anymore, he knew it was pointless. He could only hang there and scream his throat raw, hoping he'd die soon or at least pass out, because anything was better than this. Slowly burning to death piece by piece.

   Tears flooded down his face and fell to the floor along with blood that ran down his broken body in red rivulets from the vicious burns as Hero paused again, dragging it out.

   Villain was trembling violently, his head rolling weakly forward on his shoulders.

   "Screw... You..." He suddenly moaned. He hoped to provoke and anger Hero into ending him quicker.

   Hero smiled knowingly, stepping forward with a vicious smirk. "As you wish," she said darkly.

   Then her hands were everywhere at once, heat pulsing from them as she ran them along every bit of exposed skin, leaving scalding burns and welts wherever her hands touched.

   The acrid stench of burning flesh filled the air and Villain shrieked with fresh vigor, intense, white-hot agony blasting his senses.

   Then Hero got bored, and wrapped him in a tight embrace, covering his injured form with her own and nuzzling her face into his shoulder as fire spread throughout her body, transferring to his and burning him from the inside out.

   Villain's gurgling, agonized screams rattled hauntingly in her skull, until the exact moment they choked off, and he relaxed in her grip, going limp.

   Hero stepped away, and all that was left was a charred corpse, hanging lifelessly from the chains. She brushed a few crusty flakes of burnt flesh from her fireproof suit with a frown.

   To her, it was one less criminal in the world. To her, she'd taken care of a problem. To her... she'd put a permanent end to another villain, so that they could never commit another crime ever again.

   With a heavy sigh, Hero uncuffed Villain's wrists, letting him drop carelessly to the floor.

   "You could have a little more dignity and respect for the deceased, you know." Hero raised an eyebrow, completely unsurprised as she turned to find Teammate standing behind her, leaning against a wall.

   "Why? There's no one in there now." Hero gestured impassively to Villain's body.

   Teammate's face crinkled with sadness and slight anger, but they hid it well.

   "I came to inform you that we need your particular skills to help catch another baddie... but keeping them alive, please.” They visibly struggled not to gag as their gaze flicked over to Villain’s ruined form, before they averted their eyes.

I appreciate any and all feedback from my peers! 😁 (and if anyone has any other Hero x Villain prompt ideas or things they'd like to see more of feel free to share them and I might write a story for it)

Masterlist

@scoundrelwithboba

[fandoms-in-law]

Eddie's One Track Mind

Summary: Eddie wants to use the murder accusations to inspire a music video for a Corroded Coffin song. The rest of the band is reluctant but the party steps in to help.

Author's Note: When it comes to Eddie I use 2 people IRL to inspire my writing, my brother and my step brother. Since my step-brothers are in a band that sometimes means a music video becomes a fanfiction like this.

/\

Eddie had struggled with the accusations for a while. Just managing to remember that it had been disproven and announced by the police that he wasn’t guilty and should have been a suspect didn’t change the towns reactions to him and it would only take so long until he tried playing into it the same he had being called a freak.

“Come on guys! Let me play into my murder accusations! It’s just for a music video.” He had tried suggesting it casually but slowly got the rest of his band to realise he honestly wanted to do this, which led to now, having had a clear rejection of the idea and arguing that they should do it.

Gareth shook his head, throwing the notebook Eddie had planned the video out in over to him/“A witch hunt would be easier to convince us to do.”

He pouted in reply, but grabbed a pen instead, writing while he replied, “That could be the next one! Pair the songs up! One video that seems to show me wanting to kill and possibly killing someone, the next the witch hunt and proving my innocence!”

Jeff sighed heavily. “That is not what he meant. We’re not doing this. Who would even agree to play the person you murder?”

“Steve! And he’s already agreed.” This concern Eddie had expected and kept an answer ready for, even if he hadn’t actually mentioned it to Steve at all yet.

/\

“So music videos are becoming a big old thing.” Trying to be casual and acting as if he had completely ignored anything about the music scene was the difference that Eddie had just failed to find.

Thankfully Steve didn’t comment on that, only humming a little before replying. “Yeah, have been for a while. What are you wanting to do?” He watched Eddie, clearly realising music videos had been brought up for a reason.

“Murder someone in a music video, make it a story, maybe show them still alive at the end just in case.” The summary was given more easily to Steve than it had been to Corroded Coffin. Eddie didn’t worry he would argue with it in the same way.

Steve leant back, tilting his head towards him. “I could be convinced to let you fake kill me. Bet Robin would also go for it; Jonathan and Dustin too.”

“And Nance, Max and you could stop me having the chance to kill them before I kill you.” Eddie beamed at the easy agreement, nodding rapidly as he listed other members of the party.

“Why Max?”

“Only her, El and Lucas would actually stop it if it’s pretend. The rest would push Dustin towards me and Max is most comfortable on camera.” Eddie pointed out about their friends, deciding that, as long as Steve didn’t question it, he wouldn’t bring up the rest of Corroded Coffin not being included in his plans.

Steve was nodding though, “If she doesn’t want to because it’s Dustin then I can just stop you twice, make my final death after seem more motivated. You’re thinking I stop you killing Robin, Nancy stops you for Jonathan and Max for Dustin, right?”

“Right. And we’ll probably need the entire party to play for the follow up music video.” Eddie tacked on, pulling his notebook to add the planning down as well as note who he needed to ask to join in.

“Is that cause your band mates don’t like the idea of this one?” Steve asked.

“Yep, entirely shot it down until I said you’d be on board to do it.” He agreed. “And suggested doing a witch hunt video instead so I said that could be the sequel where it’s shown you’re all alive.”

For a moment Steve was quiet, reaching out to hold Eddie’s wrist. “I can’t blame them for that. Do you know which songs this is going to be to?”

Nodding, Eddie grabbed his guitar. “I’ll play them for you.”

After hearing the songs Steve was laughing. “You want the song that sounds like you’re sex obsessed to have a video that shows you instead obsessed with murdering someone, and the video proving you didn’t kill anyone in the first to be about sheep? Never did stop wanting to yell from cafeteria tables, did you?”

“Not at all.” Eddie laughed too, “Gotta get people thinking somehow.”

/\

“You want us to what?” Dustin and Robin stared at Eddie as if he was insane.

“Play murder victims in a music video, not even that really, just people who almost became murder victims, really it’s just standing around, chatting to someone when the come over. The camera will barely focus on you, seriously.” Eddie rushed to explain, wondering if he should have led in with his idea for the video rather than the roles he wanted them to play.

Robin looked from him to Steve. “What have you talked Steve into doing?” She asked after a moment.

“I’m the one who actually seems to get murdered, and the one who distracts you so you don’t. We’re waiting to find out if it’s me or Max that stops Dustin being the victim.” He answered coming over. “And the one returning at the end of the video to show I definitely didn’t get killed.”

“Are you trying to make Hawkins forget you were once accused of murder?” Dustin asked bluntly.

Eddie shrugged, “If they haven’t by now, this is honestly more likely to make them remember it more all over again.”

“Then slowly either get more annoyed or doubt it more as everyone else reacts to mentions of it saying ‘that was a music video; Not everything you see on TV is real.’” Steve added on. “It’s one of the things getting popular helped me learn, everything can be forgotten if enough people insist on something more recent being what’s referred to.”

“You need to tell Gareth that.” Eddie clicked at Steve before carrying on. “Also I want you in the follow up video either in the angry mob or scenes showing my innocence, possibly both.”

Robin met Steve’s eyes for a while, an entire conversation happening that Eddie couldn’t guess at before she nodded. “Yeah, that sounds fine. Just let us know when you want to be filming and please tell me you’re getting Jonathan to film for you? I’ve seen your attempts at home video and you need a professional or at least a great hobbyist.”

“If he’s not, I’m telling Will and he’ll have to. I’m down to be in the video though.” Dustin chimed up, smirking when both Steve and Eddie chided him for the ego in his tone.

/\

Gareth looked at the finished video dubiously. It was very close to the description Eddie had originally come to the with and he still worried that it could bring back Spring break of 86 all over again. “Are you sure we have to use this video? Can’t we just get like a video to follow Steve’s failed flirting attempts for a few days instead?”

“No! This is perfect!” Eddie protested immediately, despite the sighs of the rest of the band.

“We’ve put too much effort into it now, plus do you want to field questions over why the next one is so odd if we don’t keep this one?” Jeff commiserated.

Grant shrugged, “I don’t think we’d get Eddie or Steve to agree to that. Besides it definitely looks metal now it’s done. We could even release the videos together, back to back so-”

Eddie held up a hand halting his suggestion, “I don’t think we’ll manage to get any channel agree to hosting songs back to back except maybe the most local. Jonathan might be able to swing it there as he worked on them.” He cautioned. “But yes, if we have private releases of the videos we can play them back to back. The songs mesh relatively well together.”

“I do think it looks like you could be dating Steve in the video though. Jonathan added a lot of extra scenes of the two of you together before that faked murder and reveal he was still alive.” Gareth hummed, deciding not to focus on getting the videos broadcast since he didn’t understand it all.

“Well I am, and we weren’t meant to be getting recorded in any of those moments.” He replied, rolling his shoulders, “Jonathan just decided the dynamic it added to the video was cool.”

Jeff nodded, “He’s right. Definitely adds more of a story to it which I didn’t think was needed.”

“Eddie? You said you were looking at the finished video today, can I see it? Jonathan said I was in it a lot.” Steve called, letting himself into the trailer and quickly joining the band around the TV.

Eddie was already rewinding it after hearing his voice. “You are, Big boy. Stealing the show constantly with your parenting of the group.” He teased over his shoulder before hitting play again.

Steve groaned in response, even while watching the video with a furrowed brow from concentrating. “Are you okay with the changes to what you wanted?”

“I like it.” Eddie reassured. “And any extra shots of us together are always fun to have.”

“Sap. What about you guys? I know you weren’t certain about making this the music video but are you happy with it now?” He glanced around at the other three for a moment before watching the video again.

Grant shrugged. “It’s still a risk to put out, but I’m happy enough with it. Might even catch the attention of more metal fans for such a storyline I bet.”

“Here’s hoping.” Jeff and Gareth agreed.

“Definitely. You guys are sure to make it with your music soon.” Steve agreed easily. “And I’ll be right there helping any way I can.”

[4ngeldusstt]

V A N I L L A P U D D I N G

A/N: my fave thing in the world is vanilla pudding, my brain somehow came up with this dumb ass situation, i hope you all like it!!

Warnings: mild swearing (the f word is said one time)

Word count: 951

The Special Operations Squad was now out on a mission, nothing major, just exterminate some titans that made it through the hole in the wall of Shiganshina, the soldiers regrouped on top of the wall expectant of Commander Erwin’s orders, once we all knew where and what we had to do we were dismissed, you were going to your assigned place until you heard commander calling out your last name stopping on your tracks and giving him your full attention “yes, commander Erwin?” Expecting maybe a change in your orders. “I’d like to inform you there’s vanilla pudding for dessert tonight.” A small smile creeped on his face as your eyes lit up, you loved pudding that was a fact, his attempt of motivating you a little more was successful. When we finished a mission that went as planned, the higher ups prepared us a feast of delicious foods and drinks to celebrate, Commander made sure to always add pudding, especially for you.

You were after Levi, an exceptional soldier, the only one that could match up Humanity’s Strongest Solider’s skills. Being younger, you and commander had a great relationship, he cared for you almost like a daughter. “I’ll make sure to give my best efforts in this mission, as always, I’ll give my heart, commander.” You said bringing your left first to your chest and lowering your head and lifting it up with a smile. “I don’t expect less from you, y/n.” He said after turning around and making his way to Hange, not before warning you to be careful and not put yourself in unnecessary situations.

“You’re going with me, brat. Let’s go.” Levi, who was quietly standing next to the commander, said to you. “Yes, Captain.” You both walked to the edge of the wall. It was always a pleasure to work hand in hand with Levi, you don’t get on his way and act as a good support for him, as same as he does for you when it’s needed. When both of you team up, it becomes an unstoppable titan killing duo. “You know what you gotta do, no need in over explaining. Let’s fucking do this, brat.” He said giving you a side smile, it was a known fact that Levi didn’t tolerate many people, but he did tolerate you, more than he would like, to be honest. “I’m already eager, come on.” At his signal both of you jumped off the wall, meaning the start of an amazing show for the ones in the walls that were lucky to see both of you in action.

Time skip

The mission was a success, the scouts already made it to the main headquarters, some of them already showered and in the main dinning hall eating and drinking like there’s no tomorrow, laughs, voices and chants could be heard from outside. You wanted to have a relaxing shower by yourself, so you had to wait until every girl showered leaving you to be the last in order to enjoy a little bit of peace. Once you were clean and dressed in comfy clothes you made your way to the dinning hall desiring to get some food in and fill your stomach finally. Walking to the food area to get a tray to collect your desired and delicious pudding, the one you thought about all day, said dessert was a reward that you worked so hard for. You stretched your arm your grasp the last one left, until someone also reached for it faster snatching it away from you.

The situation played in your head in slow motion, seeing the smiling young man walk away taking a spoonful of it humming in delight. You stood there, looking at your still out stretched hand, frozen in place not wanting to believe what just happened. You felt your eyes starting to water as you turned your head towards the lucky bastard that was eating your pudding. Slowly making your way back to your seat joining your friends at the table. Stray tears rolling down your cheeks as you ate, suddenly, a pudding was placed in front of you out of nowhere. Following the trail of the hand that left it there with your eyes until you saw a familiar man, “Levi” you whispered to yourself “I knew they were going to run out fast and I also knew you would be upset if you didn’t get one. So I made sure to secure one just in case, now stop crying brat.” He playfully rolled his eyes gaining a big grin from you as you gave him a small nod wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. “I know it’s dumb but it really makes me happy, thank you Levi, I really appreciate it.” You softly said looking down in embarrassment. “Hey brat, if it makes you happy it’s not dumb. You did a good job today, you deserve it.” He moved the small dish and placed it in front of you, before going back to his seat.

You did a small happy dance tasting the first bite, an obvious look of satisfaction on your face “this right here is the reason why I’m glad to be alive right now.” You said to your friends pointing down to the dessert with your spoon. Perceiving on the side of your eyes how Erwin, Levi and Hange laughed and smiled at your statement, turning to them you said “Thank you Commander for the pudding, tell the chef it’s delicious as always! And thank you again Captain, you made this girl very happy!” They nodded in response with a smirk.

This was gonna be a good, well deserved night for all of us.