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5. Hope stinks

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF PEDOPHILIA, EMOTIONAL ABUSE AND HOMOPHOBIA

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(@gossipgirl tweeted)

GOOD afternoon, followers! Gossip Girl here, your one and only, etcetera, amen. Oscar Wilde once said, "Give a man a mask, and he will tell you the truth," which is why I love Halloween. Because what was once created to honour the dead tends to leave bodies in its wake. For when you don your disguise, the false sense of security it provides... But I don't wanna spoil the fun. After all, the biggest scares are the ones you never see coming. See you on the other side, dead or alive.

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"Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy," Winnie stated.

"You have always looked good in green," Ginny teased, leaning on their courtyard table.

"And you have always mastered insanity."

"You're jealous because I do it better than you."

The duo's snickering ceased when they were raided. Correction, Julian, Zoya, Monet and Luna all flocked over.

"What the fuck happening?" Winnie flinched back in disgust when the sisters sat opposite them.

Ginny shrieked, "Don't sit down."

Monet stood behind them with folded arms, "I've told them that this would be a problem. I was talking, right? Those weren't just voices in my head."

"Oh no because that voice in your head is probably screaming now," Luna muttered, annoyed that this was happening.

"Move," Winnie repeated a few times, grabbing her things away from the centre as if they were to be tainted by the older sister.

Zoya thought they were being over dramatic as did Julian.

"We come in peace," The Calloway influencer spoke up, just as her friends reluctantly sat down.

Luna first, then Monet who was the closest to Winnie.

The Dubois heiress scoffed, "Peace is a dirty word." she then stared at Zoya, disregarding their offended looks, "I thought I taught you that or did you suddenly forget all of your teachings now you've discarded me for the older model."

Julian jumped in before her sister could, "One. I'm sure you're birthday comes before mine –"

"-- you know it doesn't –"

"– And two. We're here to discuss Halloween."

Winnie scoffed, "I discuss matters with friends."

"Singular," Luna interrupted.

"Exactly."

Ginny appeared disgusted, gagging as she grabbed some wipes out of her bag and cleaned the table around her, earning eye rolls all across the table, debar Winnie.

The Dubois heiress's eyes twitched when Audrey sauntered over and cooly took her place next to Zoya.

"Oh great now Stalin's at the table too."

Luna huffed out a laugh, which earned her a nudge from Julian.

"You made up that rumour," Audrey glared.

Ginny craned her neck to the side, "Did she?"

"You know she did."

"I have proof of your affirmative action," Winnie's words had Monet smirking. She held up her phone mockinging, "Aryan Audrey is still trending."

The Hope girl scowled.

Julian huffed, gently setting her hands on the table, "Fuck the argument. Just this once can we talk peacefully about an international holiday."

"You obviously don't pay attention to history," Ginny said, making a face.

Winnie deadpanned, "It's a holiday originated from a Celtic festival... over 2000 years ago. and its only major in America because of the immigration of the Irish and Scots."

"They're right, Jules," Zoya nodded in agreement despite herself.

"When are we not?" The duo chorused, then Ginny added after tossing the wipes, "We have 8 minutes until we have to do another sponsored post."

Monet groaned, shooting a look at Julian, "At least you have a sponsored post. where's the broach that we said we'd shoot you wearing?"

"Oh, do you mean the Burmese ruby?" The Calloway influencer questioned. "Do you know they're called genocide gems?"

Ginny tossed her head back in annoyance as her friend picked up her phone.

Audrey squinted "Hmm. Who told you that?"

Everyone knew the answer, even if Zoya didn't inch back.

"If Z had done her research, she would know that Cartier doesn't use Burmese rubies," Monet sassed. "So there goes that spondered post."

Winnie let out a pronounced sigh, "And once again I don't care. Hurry up and state your claim to whatever dowry costume you'll no doubt wear for Hulaween."

"This year's theme isn't New York Legends anymore. It's Iconic duos," Luna remarked, mildly offended by her statement.

"We're aware and have our costumes decided."

"Fictional or non-fictional?" Zoya questioned leaning forward.

"Fictional, but their influence has certainly made a dent in history," Winnie remarked.

Audrey rolled her eyes, "And no doubt I'll be severely underwhelmed."

"Like my opinion on your presence," Winnie snarled, turning to her in disdain. "Hardly a bombshell blonde, just a lacklustre poser. Put down those books Hope. We all know you're as dull as that box of hair dye no doubt stored in your closet."

"Damn," Zoya breathed out, amidst the bickering that commenced.

Monet settled her hand down on Winnie's thigh, drawing a long sigh, luckily no one apart from the Wellington blonde heard.

"Ladies. Hulaween obviously has got us all tense," Julian sent an apologetic look to her closest friend who was adamant that she didn't dye her hair.

"Hardly, I'm like this all the time," Winnie exclaimed, tired of all the pleasantries.

They were battling. Fuck that, they've been at war since before they could remember and all of a sudden peace was an option? No, it never was, and she doubted she ever wanted it to be.

"We know," They all chorused.

"So expect nothing different. Why be fake with people I don't like," Winnie paused when Monet's hand itched up her thigh, "or cast aside my mentoring."

"That programme was fake," Luna said in a bored tone as she went through her socials.

Zoya discovered the truth shortly after her first week but wasn't bothered by it, because her studies weren't interrupted, no, in fact, all the lessons she missed didn't show up on her file.

Winnie countered, "And yet my words were real. And you know that if I wanted to, we could all get into college on the back of my name."

Ginny hummed, "Or De Haan's. Maybe you two could collaborate."

Winnie and Monet both narrowed their eyes at the Wellington blonde who snickered to herself.

"4 minutes by the way." Ginny added before her previous words could be analyzed, "If you truly want to make an impact this year, which you should. It's the first Halloween post covid."

"So Julain's still defined by that humiliating loss to Pippa Sykes and Bianca Breer from the year before." Monet turned to her friend.

Zoya crunched up her face in confusion, "Who?"

"Two bland girls from another school that want what JC has, except they're always too busy fսcking each other's boyfriends and pushing each other into fountains..." Luna trailed off, earning laughter," ...to get after it and honestly, it's so basic. They might as well be bots."

Winnie couldn't disagree with that.

"But we still have to beat them," Luna demanded.

"A couples contest? Isn't that kinda middle school? Like, what, do you get a trophy or something?" Zoya didn't understand why it was a big deal.

Monet scoffed, "A trophy? No, try your photo on the landing pages of the holy trifecta: Vogue, Harper's, and WWD.

Luna hummed, "Add Miss GG to that mix."

"Obie never said anything about a couple's costume," Zoya murmured, thoughts roaring with insecurities.

Ginny used her phone to conceal her amusement.

Audrey smiled, "Well, no need to worry, 'cause, uh, Aki and I are gonna win."

Winnie raised a brow, "Oh he's forgiven you for grinding on the twink?"

"You knew he was gay?!" Audrey's mouth gaped.

"Helen Keller would know that guy was gay." Winnie shrugged off the glare she received, "What, are your bangs too overgrown for you to have queer sight?"

Monet squeezed her thigh before it was slapped off with a wry smile.

It was Luna's turn to catch the subtle interaction.

Audrey decided to ignore the Dubois heiress' comment, "We have picked the perfect New York legends, Greta and Noah, yes. "

Julian marvelled, "Ooh."

Luna cringed, "Ew."

"And unlike them at the Oscars, we will not be going home empty-handed," Audrey continued, disregarding the looks that she was sent.

Julian started, "So you and Aki... "

"We are figuring things out, slowly but surely, and, uh, with no interference, and that's what counts. "

Ginny pretended to hold a gun up to her head and shoot, making Luna smile, Winnie snigger and Monet smirk.

Monet pursed her lips, "Yeah. You need to think of something great, JC because you can't lose again.

"Well, how am I supposed to do a couple's costumes by myself?" Julian asked.

"Couples are a dead binary. Be Rihanna or Oprah. They don't even need last names, let alone a partner to do anything," Monet stated.

Winnie's eyes beamed when she saw the notification pop up on her phone.

"Holy shit," Ginny gawked at her device.

"Why is everyone on their phones?" Audrey questioned just as she followed everyone's actions. "Some kid brought a gun to school"

Monet groaned, " Oh, my God! Of course, it's Pippa and Bianca's school. Now they're gonna get the sympathy vote."

Winnie argued, "Not if we have Zoya's bland boyfriend bring a gun to school. He won't get shot or anything."

"No, just a pass and more exposure," Luna bitterly spoke.

Zoya rolled her eyes, "Not happening. But watch this."

Most of them sighed at Pippa's voice.

"Can you believe it? My entire life flashed before my eyes. Like, all 16 years."

Bianca came into view, "Right in front of us. I didn't wake up today thinking I would be a hero, but when I screamed and everyone ran–"

Pippa jumped in, "Love each other. Life is precious. Join us on Clubhouse where we talk trauma. Invite only."

"You need to take those barely sentient succubi down before they wind up on This American Life because you can't compete with that," Monet expressed.

Julian slumped, "So, what are you gonna do?"

"You guys, a kid brought a gun to school. Doesn't that make a costume contest seem a little frivolous?" Zoya frowned.

Ginny waved her off, "People walk around with guns all the time."

"And no one was shot because the gun dropped near them. They're fine. Caesar has literally taken a bullet for me," Winnie said absentmindedly.

"Wait what?" Zoya was shocked, she hadn't heard of that before and the lack of reaction from the others made her realize she was the only one who didn't know. "Are you serious?"

"It was like 2 years ago and I didn't use it to my advantage," Winnie cursed herself before Zoya threw her hands up in disbelief.

"Maybe you should've," Luna would've advised her too.

Monet agreed but held back a frown at the memory. She remembered when it happened and back then she didn't know what to do. But now she wanted to cast Winnie a sympathetic look, despite knowing it would be shrugged off, perpetuating Winnie's unbothered nature.

When in fact she was very bothered by it.

Ginny nodded in agreement, "Facts."

Zoya gulped, "Well, unlike Winnie, maybe they need time to process.."

"Do they know why they brought a gun to school?" Julian suddenly asked.

"Gossip Girl, of course, boosting followers in the hope people would perceive him as misunderstood and not dangerous," Luna had to state the obvious.

There were two minutes until they had to take their sponsored post and Ginny let Winnie know. So the pair got up, ignoring the questioning loons they received as Max, Obie and Aki came over.

"So... should we bring a bomb to school to ensure our win?" Winnie asked aloud as they strolled away, leaving their rivals to scarily wonder...

"I'm almost certain they're sociopaths," Luna mumbled.

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(@gossipgirl tweeted)

Spotted: A modern-day treaty of Versailles. My my who would've thought? Were rules and regulations really being set to follow or terms of war being given? Who can tell, but what I do know, is that there's a contest and there will only be one set of winners, so we'll be able to see who the victors of this battle truly are and if the odds were in their favour.

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Winnie and Ginny strutted through the entrance of Dumbo Hall, the high ceilings didn't compensate for the packed venue. The latter didn't mind the thick aroma chasing them and decided it would be a good time to plant some seeds.

"I can't believe I'm here," she muttered, turning her nose up at everyone who brushed past her.

It wasn't nearly as packed as she believed it it be and yet she couldn't stand it.

Ginny sighed, "You wanted to come."

"Not wanted. Just decided. They hijacked our table during our break, so I wanted to colonize their land."

Ginny smirked, "Great choice of words really."

"And maybe you'll be able to see your bed warmer if he hasn't been poached again," Winnie remarked, giving over her jacket to the coat check.

Ginny did the same, though a frown made its way onto her face, "Haven't you heard? He fucked bland fringe and rich boar?"

Winnie abruptly stopped walking, "You're only telling me this now, why?"

"Do your worst," Ginny practically insisted but her tone said otherwise.

Whether she actually liked Max or not she wasn't sure. She liked spending time with him and even occasionally confided in him, but she knew he couldn't entirely be trusted as he slipped some information to her about his so-called friends.

"Aren't you still fucking? Or is he still caught in that predator's web?" Winnie reached out and grabbed her hand.

An uncharacteristically warm gesture.

"The latter. But we talk, mainly about him. It's exhausting."

Winnie breathed out, "I can tell. But are you... you know?"

Ginny was highly amused by her attempt at comfort, "Okay? God, do you care about me now?"

"Just answer the question."

"I'm fine," Ginny reassured, as they kept walking, "I prefer to channel any vexation into the Castaways over there."

"Now you're talking."

The duo saw Julian and the rest of her friends, sitting in the centre of the main room, some drinking, others expressing their contempt for certain topics. The moment Audrey and Aki caught them headed their way they scoffed, getting attention from the rest of the group, some who shared the same reaction.

Luna squinted her eyes, "You're here. Why?"

Winnie planted her hands behind Zoya's seat, "You joined us at lunch so why can't we return the gesture? Three's a party but 8 is a fucking parade."

"You know that's not a saying right?" Audrey snided.

"It is what I say it is." Winnie replied with an equal amount of attitude, "Still deciding what duo you're going with Zoya? The Insta activist or the average influencer? If you ask me, you're better off alone."

Julian made a face, "Or with you guessing?"

"No. As I've said before, I'm not a freshman fiddler, but that's right up Obie Street."

Money and Luna exchanged a smirk.

"Definitely staying in his lane for that," Ginny chuckled alongside her friend.

Obie rolled his eyes, "And what's your lane, Ginny? Kissing Winnie's ass?"

Julian and Audrey laughed at that.

Ginny cocked her head to the side, eyeing the boy, "No. Even though it's a pretty one. But speaking of asses, how long will it be until your Micropenis is stuffed back up Julian's? I'll give it until Thanksgiving."

"Do you like causing shit?" Zoya wondered aloud.

"Oh please this is a retaliation. You raided our land at lunch, and were returning the gesture," Winnie explained, leaning back and looping arms with her friend again.

"You're that possessive over a lunch spot? There's bigger issues than where you sit."

"Actually... no," Luna disagreed, their focus should be on Hulaween.

"For sponsored post and great lighting no," Monet paused, suppressing the urge to stare into Winnie's eyes. "But you would've known that if you listened. And on the subject of bigger issues. We were speaking about ways for Jules to win the costume contest."

"Mone!" Julian hissed.

Money playfully shrugged, "Oops."

Winnie cast her a small look of appreciation that only two others caught.

"Don't worry Darling, as I said before we've got our ideas sorted, paid for and resized."

"Oh I'm not worried, Z and I have something great planned," Julian pointed out and Zoya confidently nodded.

"Leaving Obie to stew in the back no doubt," Ginny's retort. "He can keep himself busy looking at ways to save the world, earth, and civilization."

"Funny," Obie mumbled.

"But don't worry, when we win the contest, how juvenile it may be, at least you'll get second or third, right after them," Winnie's words push them all to turn around to see the most recent 'victims' of the day.

Pippa feigns shock at the big group, "Ooh."

"Ugh, God," Monet scoffed.

"Wow! I didn't know people from Constance even knew about this place."

"You don't know anything unless your frenemy's boyfriend's dick is all over it," Winnie mockingly smiled at the two as some of the group chuckled.

Pippa and Bianca had nothing to say to that jab.

"Has anyone told you two, you're better when you're mute?" Ginny wondered aloud, flipping off Bianca who went to retort, instead her best friend said.

"Did you hear what happened to me?" Pippa smugly turned towards Julian.

"Us," Bianca corrected, much to Ginny's amusement.

Julian narrowed her eyes, "Do you mean what happened near you?"

Pippa tutted, "Do you know what else will be happening near me? The press crowning me winner when I show up to Hulaween –"

"– We – " Bianca reiterated.

"– with the perfect costume –"

"–umes."

"That'll pale in comparison with ours. Because we have a better story. Blood is thicker than Franzia, after all." Zoya's retort earned various reactions, the majority carried a sense of pride. "I'll see you from the dais," she eyed the frenemies, "...whoever you are."

Thankfully Pippa and Bianca left swiftly, narrowingly avoiding the glare of Ginny as they did.

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(@gossipgirl posted)

Spotted: We never could have predicted this, but looks like JC and Z...really have buried the hatchet. Too bad Z buried it in Obie's back.

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The next day, Winnie had to isolate herself, spending time with those she despised for more than several eyes proved to be a mission that she couldn't stand and yet she did, for the greater good... her greater good, so after she made her way to the tennis court, with Caesar by her side, and various thoughts made it through her mind, one of which was proof, pictures to be exact.

She had evidence of Max and the school's version of Humbert Humbert. She apprehended information from Monet that they've had sex, disgusting in her opinion but Milo being a weasel sent her a link to Max's iCloud and seconds after what she found was enough to turn off her phone.

Sex tapes had never been an issue for her, however the drastic age and power difference involved made her itch. She never usually felt bad or even empathetic for people so she was uncomfortable and that pissed her off.

And so she channelled the foreign feeling into hitting the ball over the net.

Her father wasn't present today, which made her more irritated. Why come one day and then disappear the next? Relying on parents was pointless, and they didn't even check in about the brief gun scare, so she decided she would get them back somehow.

She grunted when she smacked the ball just before the baseline, rendering her opposition huffing before the ball boy threw another to her.

She bounced it a few times, finding a rhythm before glancing up and readying her racket, but as she did, she heard the familiar heels hitting the court and walking towards the bleachers.

Monet attempted to make herself comfortable as she watched Winnie train, she was impressed, to say the least, turned on, but impressed nonetheless. She told Luna when she made her way over to the tennis court that she was simply spying, but Luna didn't believe her.

Monet leaned forward biting down on her lip as Winnie dominated the session. She turned back to see Caesar at the entrance, she walked past him before and he didn't put up a fuss when she did.

He never did.

It was nice contrasting Margaux Dubois' attitude towards her.

With the final point of the game, the ball boy called out, "Game, Set, Match."

Monet wore a gentle yet proud smile and clapped excitedly then she remembered the eyes all around, making her hands drop to her sides, but not before Winnie's eyes beamed up at her.

They both felt warmth spread around their chests.

Winnie told herself to keep a hold of that feeling, considering that the moment she got home, it would blow away along with the autumn breeze.

"So you're selling your leader out. Apologies, your friend," Winnie sassed on the phone whilst sitting in front of Ginny's vast vanity table.

Monet rolled her eyes, "It's not selling out, I'm looking out for my future. Julian doesn't care that the decisions she's made affect others."

"I could've told you that," Winnie replied, passing Ginny her heels to put on.

Monet huffed, "Don't say I told you so. The plan is already set."

"And if they don't fail like you've said? If you get exposed?"

"You almost sound worried, do you doubt me?"

Winnie grumbled out, "WhoLian and Little Z have that disgusting Disney 'everything will work out in the end' aura, well not that Castaway bitch, she's somehow trying to be better despite her past that we all know about, hell she even stated on socials that she was a bully and managed to bounce back, I'd admire her if she wasn't Riverdale personified."

"Calm your pretty little head, I'm never wrong."

Winnie scoffed, "No I'm never wrong, bye."

Ginny snickered as she came over, now adoring her Harley Quinn wig and nearly completed make-up, she just needed to smudge her lipstick and they were good to go.

"Lover's tiff?"

"She's straying from her group," Winnie informed, ignoring her question.

Their costumes were beautifully crafted, light forest green vines wrapped around Winnie's arms, complimenting her amber-coloured wig. Her Poison Ivy makeup was heavily exaggerated for a reason, similar to Ginny's.

They were a mess, an alluring one that would be on show for all to see.

"You don't seem happy about that," Ginny noted her hesitant expression.

Winnie shook her head, "What if she does the same to me – to us."

Ginny smirked at her haste correction, "Then do what you tell me. Have leverage. Always have leverage."

Winnie stiffened, "But... what if she doesn't stray from us?"

Ginny's blue eyes almost doubled in size at the question. For the many years she's known her friend, Winnie had always been certain and strict on what should and could be done to elevate their status, in school and in society. Feelings were rarely a factor, which was why the blonde was so stunned.

And so she said, "Be real, everyone has a motive, an angle, sure you like each other –"

"-- I never said that," Winnie held up her hands after receiving a stern look, "but sure. I like her."

"Just that?" Ginny teased, coming over, to stare into her illuminated vanity mirror.

"Continue with what you were saying before," Winnie gritted out, watching her smudge her lipstick.

Ginny turned to her, "You like Monet, she likes you. But that's now. Her loyalty seems fickle, you know that or you wouldn't be so apprehensive if you didn't. And if you weren't I would've slapped you... on live so everyone else can tell you how idiotic you're being. Girl, having leverage is smart, she would do the same. She might have already. So get real."

Winnie begrudgingly retorted, "Fine."

"Fine?" Ginny smiled, leaning back.

"Yes, fine," Winnie nodded, turning to face her, "take a picture of her and me at Hulaween. I'll make sure it appears we were 'caught in a moment of passion'. And that what we have is undeniable."

Ginny giggled, "Good. It'll cause some friction with her friends when she eventually runs back to them after her hiatus."

"Do you think that'll happen? She'll run back? How are you sure they'll accept her?"

"Because she's dangerous, just like you."

"A perfect match," Winnie suggested, sounding surprisingly ecstatic.

Ginny pondered, "Or the abominable twosome."

Winnie couldn't help but agree, "Touché."

Ginny pulled her up from the seat, "So are you ready to win, no matter the cost?"

"Always."

Shortly after filming several TikTok's to post later, they left the Wellington estate, to present to the world their iconic costumes.

Approaching the Hulaween venue was more confusing than they thought because Gossipgirl hadn't tweeted all day. Usually, that would be a good thing, the anonymous user going dark should make everyone happy or at least peaceful, but no, it created dread, anticipation, and maybe even fear.

So when they arrived and sauntered into the foyer, they plastered on their signature smiles and embraced the flashes that descended onto them, suppressing their grins when they saw Pippa and Bianca wearing the same costumes as Julian and Zoya; Marilyn Monroe and Jane Russel.

In the corner of Winnie's eye, they caught Luna dragging the sister's away before they could be seen.

"Help, I'm dying," Ginny spoke through her teeth.

"Let's hope it lasts," Winnie murmured, getting into character as she blew a poisonous kiss to the cameras, whilst Ginny mimicked swinging a bat like Harley.

"The Twitter gays and they's better eat this shit up."

"They have to, we're icons."

The pair shared a lighthearted laugh.

"Let's go in and enjoy the spectacle," Winnie grabbed her friend's hand and they strutted into the hall. "Isn't that?" she noticed Max by the bar.

"Give me a second," Ginny excused herself and made her way over.

Max drunkenly smirked at her, "Need a bat for you to grip, I can give you one Miss Quinn."

"I don't suck anyone who needs a breathalyzer test," lie, but she wasn't in the mood for his candour, not when she enjoyed being around him before.

He pouted, "No fun, you used to be fun."

"No, what I am to you is a therapist and I didn't sign up for that Wolfe, nor did I realize that I would be replaced by Batman and Catwoman over there," she nodded to Audrey moping around with a bottle in her hand as Aki stumbled behind her.

"I didn't replace you," Max breathily smiled, fluttering his eyelashes as neared her, "no, I wouldn't."

"But you're fucking our classics teacher right?"

Max's body recoiled like he'd been shot, "How do you know, have you been spying on me?"

"No need to spy when I have eyes everywhere," Ginny remarked, but her smug smile faltered when she saw the pain in his eyes.

"Pooh Bear tell you?" he hiccuped.

"I have eyes and senses. Just know it won't end well."

"You don't believe in poly relationships? Come join us," he teased, pulling her closer, eyes darting between her and the couple he craved also.

Ginny gently shoved him back, "You know what I mean and who I mean. That perv –"

"He's not a perv." He cares about me, he wants to help me, his mouth twitched.

"Oh Maxy, you're a victim," Ginny reiterated, pressing a kiss to his lips, then smudging the stain so it mirrored hers. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

Max's face was the depiction of bewilderment as she strutted away, joining hands with Winnie who pointed to the cameras, so they saw Julian and Zoya return now expressing that they're dressed as New York's finest; Blair and Serena, the muses for the original gossip girl much to their chagrin.

"Your girl was wrong."

"I know," Wnnie angrily gritted.

"But we can't be, come," Ginny pulled them over to where the four situated. "Ladies, ladies, how could you leave us out of this foursome, girl power never dies right?"

They all reluctantly posed for the cameras as they hatefully muttered to each other.

"Really, you're claiming feminism?" Zoya whispered.

"Like you care, you're fucking your sister's boyfriend, and Pippa and Bianca love to screw each other over, girl power is a myth, at least we've dressed accurately, " Winnie fake smile.

Julian quietly scoffed, "Serena and Blair hated each other."

Zoya added, "Just as much as they loved each other."

"Same as Marylin and Jane," Pippa piped up.

"Face it, Serena and Blair aren't relevant, and one married a predator, so at least Zoya's costume works," Winnie winked at Zoya's attire, "but you know what doesn't? Four winners."

Her closest friend agreed, "There can only be 2."

So Winnie and Ginny using their height to their advantage towered over the girls and shoved them aside, causing them to stumble and trip onto the floor, just as they feigned shock before channeling their inner characters.

Ignoring the screams and bickering from below, Winnie turned to the cameras, "Can't be a winner without stepping on some toes right? And like Miss Poison Ivy said, 'What? I'm not destroying the world, I'm saving it."

And the Paparazzi soaked it all up until Julian and the others rose and attempted to do the same but the best friends took that as their sign to leave, giggling as they hastily strutted away.

Winnie blew a kiss at Monet who wore a proud and angry expression.

"You can't be mad, I made sure me and my girl won," Winnie was pulled aside away from leering eyes by Monet.

Winnie and Ginny won the contest and their stunt ensured their pictures would land in the holy trifecta: Vogue, Harper's, and WWD and it was only time before it would be all over Gossip Girl.

Monet's tongue swiped across her teeth, "You sabotaged them."

Winnie cupped her face as she spoke softly, "Just like you, but Pippa and Bianca came in second, gossip girl will talk about them and I got in touch with GQ, they'll get their interview."

Monet's face lit up, "Really?"

That would be great for her portfolio.

"Yes really, I made sure you eat too," Winnie would extend more favours if she got more in return, "Now, I want my lady kisses."

Monet was blissfully unaware of the camera recording in the distance, as they shared another intimate display of affection.

"Did you get it?" Winnie rejoined her favourite blonde by the side.

They'll have to do some interviews soon, but they rather enjoy the music.

"You question me?" Ginny pulled out her phone to show the various pictures and even a video of the angle of the passionate kiss that almost turned it much more.

"Good."

"Girl look, the spectacle begins," Ginny excitedly pointed to Monet who appeared to be in a heated argument with Julian and Luna. "Eavesdrop?"

"I thought we agreed that's what middle-class fools do?"

"Let's stoop just once," Ginny pouted, which ultimately made her concede.

They kept their distance but overheard the end of the argument.

"Well, good luck on being better without me," Monet snapped, earning a disappointed look from Luna.

Julian hummed, "Good luck to you too. I wish you the best."

Just as they turned around, Julian and Luna were annoyingly met by the two best friends.

"Ugh, let me guess you're involved?" Julian groaned.

Winnie's eyes followed Monet's retreating figure as she said, "With the selling out? No, but that God-awful display you put on in front of the cameras only weakened your chances to go up against us."

"Just wait," Julian warned.

"No, you wait, this isn't the first time I've won against you."

"And it won't be the last," Ginny giggled, forcing them to storm off, "bye posers."

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Winnie's glee faded the moment she was escorted home.

Sure, a day or two had passed since the mishap at her rival school, but she still hadn't spoken to her parents, no not a word. So after taking off her costume and bathing, she searched her mother's office to find her smoking gun. Margaux was out on business for another hour so she had time, whereas her father was buried in his work to hear her footsteps.

Winnie paid one of the maids to turn off the cameras so she could go unseen and Caesar wasn't going to say a thing, therefore she turned through the files that progressively went through the years.

23 years Margaux and Luc were CEO and COO of Velocity Inc, so there were 20 years of crimes, white collar and others that were bound to be around, here or elsewhere, she just needed one, just one.

But as her fingers flicked through the 98' file, it was mainly filled with balance sheets and financial statements but huge amounts of figures were sent to one name, for an entire month.

B. Bass.

There was an explosion on an oil rig during that year, Winnie could remember that much from the tabloids; there were many casualties, 208 to be exact, but everything was sorted out.

Winnie heard several cars pull up in the front of the house, making her curse and quickly take pictures of a few files, before rushing to put them all away, neatly so nothing looked out of place.

She tried to be light on her feet when she sprinted upstairs, narrowingly avoiding her mother and father who just came from his study.

"Fuck," she muttered, gently shutting her bedroom door and panting against it.

Why was she shocked? Why did she care? For leverage or to see if her parents were truly the monster she believed them to be? The confusion and torment aggravated her and so she did what anyone else would do whenever they were burdened, she picked up a drink.

One that she hid beneath her bed.

She sipped on the bottle of champagne, cringing at the taste that one day she needed to tolerate and she sipped some more.

She hadn't realized she called Monet until the girl came over 30 minutes later.

"Your phone call was unnerving and I know these mind games we play are foreplay, but God did you sound like you wanted to kill yourself," Monet joked as she softly shut the door. "makes sense, your mom let me in, before trying to force me out." she finally saw the bottle on Winnie's bed and the way the Dubois' heiress try to sit up, with a drunken smile, "Give me the bottle."

Winnie shook her head, "No." and instead she held it to her chest.

"You don't drink," Monet tentatively took a step closer.

"Then what's this in my hand?" Winnie said smugly.

Monet came closer, "Give me the bottle."

Winnie whined, "There you go, trying to change me."

"I'm not. I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"And why is that?" Winnie tried scooting away in her bed, but Monet joined her.

"Give me the bottle, please," ignoring the feeling pounding in her chest, Monet gently took the champagne from her hands and set it on the bedside table. "Why?"

She never saw the girl drink an ounce before so what made it start?

"I hate my parents," Winnie started, "they're so... I hate them and they tolerate me, but dismiss me and my... sexuality," she said with a forced smile, "they always have. But it's okay. It's fine."

Monet grimaced, "It's not."'

She was grateful that her parents accepted her -- her sexuality to be exact.

So she hugged Winnie, who sniffled and accepted the embrace.

Monet smiled against her head, gently stroking her head, "You better not puke on me, this is Saint Laurent," her smile broadened when Winnie chuckled against her.

They stayed in that for a while, Monet knew there was more to Winnie's mood than her parents especially when she caught some paper resting underneath a pillow and messy handwriting covering most of it.

It was Winnie's, rushed and written in French.

The Dubois' were fluent in French, Spanish and Latin, they had to be or judgment would plummet their way.

Monet recognised a few words that made her stare narrow.

1998, oil rig, Mexico, 208.

Monet snapped her gaze to the door which opened to reveal Margaux Dubois, making her shuffle the paper further under the pillow.

Winnie noted her mother wasn't her normal stoic self as she scoured the room.

Margaux didn't care for the bottle of Champagne, or the tears staining her daughter's face, but their proximity provoked her to say,

"Keep your door open."

And with that warning she walked off, leaving Monet with a scowl, until she saw Winnie's pained expression.

So Monet held her and pulled them against the pillows.

Winnie shakily grabbed her hand and interlinked their fingers until sleep took over them.

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(@gossipgirl tweeted)

turns out Winifred Dubois' halloween costume isn't the only thing that is poisonous, her venom might've coursed through the harsh veins of one of Julian's own. Keep your friends close and enemies much closer. xoxo gossip girl

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a/n:

yes, i had to incorporate some more legacies into the story. we knew bart bass was a menace and had been throughout his life. i wasn't sure who to use as the name on the payments made in 1998, so i picked him, just so the shady dealings made sense. so what do you think the dubois' have done? and what will monet do now she's seen some clues?

and i think out of all the original cast, apart from blair and nate, winnie would've gotten along with dan to an extent. they would have honest conversations and discussions. sure dan would be disgusted and appalled by winnie's views but as allies they might work.

btw all these small remarks about winnie and ginny's past, like winnie having a stalker or being shot at, or ginny being harassed will be passing comments because that's how they treat most of their issues.

#wattpad #fanfic #black reader #black girl #catfight gossip girl reboot fanfic #catfight gossip girl reboot wattpad #catfight wattpad #catfight fanfic #monet de haan x black!reader #monet de haan x fem reader #monet and winnie #winniedubois #winifred dubois #gossipgirl reboot

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 2 years ago

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Band Practice- Gareth Emerson x OC

Gareth Emerson x Ruby Briar

Description: Corroded Coffin’s band practice is cut short when some unexpected visitors show up.

Word Count: 2.3k

The town of Hawkins had been essentially turned on its head within two days. In those two days, two murders had occurred with supposedly no suspects yet. It was a scary time for everyone. Parents weren’t allowing their kids to stay out, and the Hawkins Police put out a curfew for everyone. Not like they needed to anyways, people in general were afraid to go anywhere.

That included Ruby’s parents. Anytime she wanted to go somewhere, she always had to call her parents every so often so that they knew she was safe. If they even let her go out in the first place, that is. She was surprised that her mother hadn’t kept her locked in the house at this point with how worried she was. Paranoia and unease was seeping through the town and she knew that nothing would go back to normal until these murders were solved, but who knew when that would be.

Ruby had been in her room listening to her newest Metallica cassette when she faintly heard her mother calling her name downstairs. She debated on pretending like she hadn’t heard, but she knew that her mom would just keep calling her until either she walked upstairs to come get her or Ruby was annoyed enough to come down anyway. So, she decided to cut her losses and begrudgingly get up from her bed and walk downstairs.

Mary, Ruby’s mother, was standing in the kitchen with their landline phone in one hand while the other was on her hip. She seemed to be talking to someone, but as soon as she noticed her daughter, she grinned.

“Gareth’s on the phone,” she informed her, holding out the phone. Ruby perked up upon hearing her boyfriend’s name and she grabbed the receiver.

“Hello?”

“Hey Rue,” the boy greeted cheerfully. “What are your plans for the afternoon?” The girl was surprised by the randomness of his question, but she answered anyway.

“Uh, nothing as far as I know. Why?”

“Well, Corroded Coffin has practice in a little while and we decided to invite a few people to hang out. It’s not a lot, just a few guys from Hellfire and some of their friends. Wanna come?” Ruby hesitated.

“I don’t know Gare… with everything that’s going on-”

“That’s the exact reason that we decided to invite people. We all need a break from the shit show that’s been going on, what better way to relax than with music?” The girl considered his words, then pursed her lips.

“Fair enough. Let me ask my mom real quick,” she pressed the phone’s receiver to her chest and looked at her mother. Mary now stood in the kitchen making a snack for Ruby’s brother Danny.

“Mom, can I-”

“He already asked,” Mary cut her off with a small smile. “You can go as long as you’re back by curfew.” An excited squeal left her lips and she thanked her profusely before lifting the receiver to her ear once again.

“I’ll be there in ten.”

“Great, see you then.” Ruby hung up the phone then rushed upstairs to put on something presentable. After getting ready she ran downstairs and kissed her mom and brother’s cheeks goodbye before heading outside to her bike.

Just as she assumed, it took her ten minutes to get to Gareth’s house. She already knew the route by heart so she arrived right on time. Upon climbing off her bike she began pushing it to the garage, which had the door open. It seemed that everyone else was already there because the band was already set up and people sat on the couch and various chairs in the admittedly small space. Gareth was the first one to notice her, and a small smirk appeared on his face.

“Finally find time in your schedule to bless us with your presence, princess?” He asked jokingly as he stood from his drum set.

“I had to move some things around, but I think I can manage a few minutes,” she retorted in the same tone as she leaned her bike against the side of the garage. They met each other halfway for a quick kiss, which made the others jokingly gag.

“Get a room,” Jeff teased, making Ruby roll her eyes.

“Hey, it’s not our fault that you’re lonely. Grow up,” she retorted jokingly, plopping down beside another Hellfire member, Aaron. The other occupants of the room ‘ooh’ed and Jeff flipped her off before facing Gareth.

“Are we starting yet?”

“Alright, don’t get your panties in a twist,” Gareth mumbled as he retook his seat behind the drums. “We’ll start with ‘Gravestone.’” Jeff and Grant nodded, waiting for him to tap his drumsticks together three times before beginning to play.

Ruby was having fun listening to her boyfriend’s band play while she talked to her friends. They were talented, no one could deny that. The garage’s energy was beginning to climb, but that quickly went away when a black Jeep Cherokee suddenly pulled up. Immediately almost all noise ceased aside from Jeff quietly strumming while Gareth idly made a beat. The others watched as Jason Carver, Andy Johnson, Patrick McKinney and Lucas Sinclair all climbed out of the vehicle and began making their way over to the garage. Ruby stood up unsurely, followed by Gareth, who kept his eyes on the approaching boys.

“You’re a little early, fellas. Show’s not till next week,” he informed them coolly.

“Oh, that was music?” Andy questioned sarcastically, but Jason casually held up a hand to stop him from saying anything else.

“We’re looking for Eddie,” he said, shoving his hands in his varsity jacket pockets. “He’s in this band, if that’s what you call it?”

“What do you care?” Gareth questioned.

“That’s our business,” the blonde responded simply. Rather than answer him, Gareth’s eyes focused on Lucas, who stayed closer to Jason’s car.

“Lucas? What are you doing with these douchebags?” Jason turned to face the boy in question.

“You know these freaks, Sinclair?” Lucas, to Hellfire’s surprise, shook his head.

“Uh, they know my sister,” he responded awkwardly, refusing to meet any of the club’s eyes. “They tried to recruit me to their… club… cult.” Ruby couldn’t believe her ears.

“What the hell, Lucas?” She questioned defensively, taking a step towards him. Before she could say or do anything else, Jason stepped in front of her.

“We’re just trying to find Eddie,” he repeated. Though he was calm and polite about it, Ruby could see his jaw subtly clench and the unreadable look in his eyes that made her nervous.

“Well, you have eyes, don’t you?” Gareth asked, pulling his girlfriend to the side and taking her place. “He’s not here.” Jason’s jaw unclenched, and for a moment Ruby believed that would be the last of it. It was wishful thinking.

Without warning Jason suddenly pushed Gareth, making him stumble backwards. The boy yelped in surprise, but before he could do anything else the blonde all but slammed him face first into the ground, knocking over his drums in the process. Ruby gasped in surprise and moved to break up the fight but was suddenly grabbed from behind. It was Andy, who lifted her into the air in order to miss her frantically kicking feet.

“No!” She screamed.

“Let her go!” Gareth yelled, attempting to get up. Jason quickly put a stop to that by stomping his foot down on his left hand, making him cry out.

“Get off of him, you psycho!” Ruby screamed, still trying to hit and kick her way out of Andy’s arms.

“Andy, dude, put her down,” Patrick demanded with wide eyes. Andy barely spared him a glance.

“Where is he?” Jason questioned at the same time, putting a little pressure on Gareth’s hand.

“I don’t know,” the boy grunted. Ruby nearly punched Patrick in the face when he got close to her. Rather than hold her down like she expected, he was pulling her away from Andy’s vice-like grip. Thankfully Andy finally got the message and set her down, but he still kept a tight grip on her arm as Jeff and Grant yelled at Jason to let their friend go.

“Where is he?” The blonde repeated, this time yelling. When Gareth only grunted again in response Jason added more pressure. It looked like his hand was about to break, and judging by the cry he let out, it probably wasn’t that far off.

“It’s gonna be pretty hard to play drums with a broken hand,” Jason threatened in a menacing way that actually scared Ruby. After a few excruciating seconds of Jason continually adding pressure Gareth’s resolve broke.

“Dustin!” He finally yelled.

“What?”

“Dustin Henderson,” he clarified through labored breathing. “He was calling around looking for Eddie. Maybe he found him.” Jason grinned and removed his foot, making Gareth gasp in relief.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He asked, tone polite once again. “Now, where do we find this Dustin?”

“He lives on 602 Kettlewood Drive,” Ruby answered for everyone, making Jason look at her. “We’ve been to his house a few times.” She hated giving away Dustin’s information like that, but with the interest of both her and Gareth’s safety, she hoped he would understand. Jason nodded at her then turned away, acting like nothing had happened.

“Let’s go, guys.” With those three words both Patrick and Andy let Ruby go, the latter shoving her to the ground, before following their leader. As the girl began to gather her bearings and stand, her eyes caught sight of Lucas again, who sat in the backseat and was already looking at her. Their eyes met, and she noticed him offering her an apologetic look. If looks could kill, Lucas would be six feet under in a nice oak casket with the glare she shot him. She couldn’t believe that lying little son of a-

“Are you guys okay?” Jeff asked worriedly, leaning down a bit to help Ruby up.

“Talk about a cult,” she scoffed rather than answering him, watching the Jeep drive away. “They follow him like dogs.”

“Tell me about it,” retorted Gareth, who was still laid on the ground. Ruby and Jeff were quick to help him up, then the girl carefully grabbed his left wrist.

“Let me see it,” she instructed. Gareth allowed her to examine his hand while the others watched on in silence, awaiting the results. Having a dad who was a doctor truly came in handy sometimes. She carefully pressed on different parts of his hand, relieved when she felt it all intact.

“Well, it’s definitely not broken or fractured, but it’s definitely gonna be bruised and a little swollen. I doubt you’ll be able to play anymore today,” she informed him, earning a nod from the others.

“I doubt we would’ve continued playing anyways. Those douchebag jocks always know how to drain the energy from a room,” Gareth mumbled with an awkward grin. Everyone nodded again, and Ruby looked around.

“You guys should probably head home,” she muttered. “It’s getting close to curfew and I know for a fact you guys live farther from Gareth than me.” The guys looked unsure, but ultimately nodded and began heading in separate directions.

“Come on, let’s get you some ice and painkillers,” Ruby said once everyone was gone. The boy nodded and led her inside, making sure the garage door was closed before they stepped inside. Ruby, having been here more times than she could count, practically knew his house like the back of her hand. That made it easy for her to locate the ice packs in the freezer and the bottle of ibuprofen from the bathroom. Gareth sat at the dining room table silently as he waited for her to return to him.

After grabbing a glass of water as well, she walked over to him and set everything on the table. First, she had him take the ibuprofen with the water, then she laid his injured hand on the table and pressed the ice pack to it. The boy hissed at the contact, which earned him an apologetic look in return.

“Are you okay?” She asked softly, taking his free hand in hers.

“Peachy,” he responded, tone light which let her know that he was at least partly joking. She giggled in response, lifting her free hand to rub her occupied arm absentmindedly. Andy’s grip on her arm earlier would definitely leave a bruise. Gareth noticed the movement, and his eyes flicked up to hers.

“Are you okay?” He asked in the same gentle tone she used on him just a moment ago. The girl nodded.

“Yeah. Andy’s got a strong grip though," she answered simply.

“Let me see it,” he demanded softly. The girl hesitated, but did as he said and pushed her sleeve up to her elbow. The gesture revealed a small but still noticeable bruise beginning to form on her forearm. She was (unfortunately) right. Ruby watched her boyfriend’s reaction carefully, trying to gauge what he was feeling. Gareth’s eyes darkened at the sight and he gripped her hand.

“I’ll kill him,” he mumbled, trying not to sound too angry.

“There’s no need to,” she retorted quickly. “Jason and his stupid lackeys got what they wanted, I doubt they’ll be back.” A small huff left the boy’s lips and he shook his head.

“For their sake, I hope so.” A small, fond smile formed on Ruby’s face and she leaned over to kiss his cheek.

“I know that you’ll protect me,” she answered simply. The gesture made his cheeks turn pink and he grinned, though he tried (unsuccessfully) to hide it. That made her giggle again, and she watched as his smile widened. He faced her once again with an affectionate expression and gently squeezed her hand.

“I’ll always protect you.”

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #gareth emerson #gareth emerson imagine #gareth emerson x oc

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bushfulofbirds · 9 months ago

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More twisting on Neptune and Yang. Sure the language M&K use in meta around the characters is 😬😬😬 majorly bad but this also ignores the actual DIEGETIC manifestation of the two CHARACTERS' interactions in the show in favour of distilling it to "Kerry Shawcross creepy guy." Hyperfocus to twist a narrative.

[Skips over the whole Mountain Glenn EXPOSITION] to focus on Ruby falling into the underground part.

I do still agree with what he says in terms of needing to maybe at least hint that an underground part of the city exists beforehand more explicitly since that could be really useful.

"Surprise working rail network" and it's not like people were there and could have serviced that off-screen. Sure SHOWING that would have helped but that still creates a distilled image a lot.

"Neo SAVED by having NO DIALOGUE more at 10." A lot of the appeal does come from the way she is handled while being mute, but the language choice is so harsh man.

"JEFF WILLIAMS STEALS MUSIC ZOOMYGOSH!!!! ALSO HOW DARE RT COPYRIGHT THEIR IP!!!!!!" But dw I'm not about to call it plagiarism I'm sowwy 😋 [he will and does accuse him of plagiarism exactly 2 minutes later]

TWICE???? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME????

Interesting choice adding "Beta leftist destroyed" to that youtube layout gag too mate

This section about CFVY dropping in could have been easily summed as "a single line of dialogue and making it into a co-op between the teams would have fixed this" and we could have moved on with our lives but we just have to use this opportunity to dunk on everyone involved in making this in the process too

Also. I love that any and all forms of flaws he attributes to Monty here get treaded over and glossed over so lightly while taking every possible step to make sure M&K have to take the whole load of it. If it were Kerry or Miles pointing out that "we don't wanna show the weapon yet" that caption wouldn't be "oh that's so cool" it would be more like "well of course not because you have NO IDEA what you're doing you fucking sad man"

"This fight is technically really cool-looking and I really enjoy this animation" great then it does what it's supposed to. This is Cool Fight Lord getting free reign after all, as the video took so much care to demonstrate earlier.

I like that this is the 2nd or 3rd time Gurenn Lagann has been brought up as a comparison point when Monty has cited this as one of the inspirations for RW,BY in the first place Great news guys homages and tributes equal plagiarism oh my gawdd!!!

I think the main point here SHOULD have been "this weakness of Ruby's could have been explicitly introduced in v1 so her reliance on Crescent Rose is seen as both a really cool aspect of her fighting style but also a fatal flaw."

BUT REMEMBER Y'ALL!!! EVEN THOUGH I MADE A VERY LOUD IN-YOUR FACE GAG ABOUT AN ACTION LAWSUIT BY COWBOY BEBOP I AM NOT TRYING TO CALL THIS PLAGIARISM!!!!

"Because this scene doesn't really serve as a well-constructed homage or characterisation it offers zero contribution to the plot" (you've literally covered other aspects of this scene before)

"It's impossible to critique an artefact without direct comparison to other artefacts" (these comparisons will be loose and misused 90% of the time)

As someone who DID watch ATLA a few times... eh. I see the similarities and many have noted the Sokka/Jaune comparisons but also wouldn't exactly jump to call it ATLA fanfiction, either.

Bro I loved FLCL, Cowboy Bebop and ATLA for what they are but I also love RW,BY a lot for what it is dammit. Your subjective point lies in vain upon my ears.

Inventor nerd Ruby is an interesting premise. I don't think it would remove her too much from the premise that was set up for her character either (she's already a huge tech nerd and goes overboard w her personal weapon design. I do think it would be a lot MORE unique tho if most other characters didn't also have crazy weapon designs that are standard fare of going to a hunstman prep school- which is something that's also introduced in the first episode RAAAH).

Again removing the contexts of the ATLA and RW,BY forging scenes to prove a point (Sokka forged his sword out of the meteor the gaang found because he had it to hand and the story needed a use for it- as a whole, the sword symbolises his growth into his own fighter while still showing off his inventive and goofy attitude. Jaune forged Pyrrha's headband into his armour as a symbolic gesture of carrying her with him in his battles and remembering her and what she taught him, which is how the show shows his move into a new phase of growth as a fighter. Same general outcomes, different backgrounds and reasons).

He makes a statement about the show having had the POTENTIAL to become something amazing without the oversight of corporate but refusing to do so in favour of references to anything but. The RT references, the homages to other shows or works etc. are all present, but when you focus on just the comedic and homage aspects of v1 and 2 on their own you ignore their connections and what the wider picture of the buildup is, esp w volume 3 being glossed over so fast and early on in the video.

AAHHH yes, Faunus time

One WIDER point in this video that I and others generally seem to agree on is that the faunus/White Fang plot was severely mishandled actually- from my angle though this stems from a mix of partly just M&K being two white dudes and also amateur and tackling subjects way bigger than what they can chew because Monty was interested in having that. But I don't see the need to tie that back to merch etc. This just boils down to having the wrong panel of people on board for writing this particular plotline. Not to say that makes the execution justified or better at all.

There was no need to talk about the demographic like that when it very obviously does not tie in w the wider RT or YA demographic which is something he also explicitly talks about before. You're essentially framing those who enjoy the series as whiney babies who will take anything you put on their plates no questions asked and that's just mean.

I think a lot of his arguments about Adam as an individual entity would be absolved if his scar reveal would've been done much earlier in the story (oh Adam face reveal teasing era I don't miss you XD), or if the "fringe group" he forms by v5 was his affiliation to begin with, rather than something that was revealed later down the line.

He uses Sun as an argument to say that "oh he should know all this background already" when he very clearly only refers to their current reputation of terrorism wo any mention of their past or anything. Sure that could have been more smooth but damn this is also super selective clip choice.

There's no respect in this criticism which is something I have a problem with. You can say Miles and Kerry were the wrong people to handle this job but that doesn't give you an excuse to use the term "deeply stupid" in your argument. That way it devalues not only the integrity of the argument itself as a criticism but also any and all claims you made earlier in the video shouting about doing this from a "well-meaning" or any sort of respectful point of view (as if that wasn't challenged already). More usage of extreme buzzwords to get people listening passively to agree with the title of the video and string together the most in-your-face gags that it offers. If I were watching this online and for the sake of curiousity on its own, this is where I would stop giving it the benefit of the doubt and click off.

Tired RW,BY fan braves hbomb video after three years (he finally downloaded it of Internet Archive), more at 12

#srb #critbush #discourse #text #sorry if bits of this are my own personal rewrites #I just honestly think that atp even that's more constructive and offers better ground than whatever this is

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prettynxsty · 3 years ago

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Stirring the Hooch 🍷

Domme!Reader x Sub!Jin

Warnings: Morning sex, jin has a pussy, consumption of booze and drunkenness, graphic mentions of vomiting, appearance of ot7, dirty talk, jin is a little bossy, y/n has a big ass dick, use of noona/hyung in a non sexual way, a little bit of cum play, creampie, partially clothed sex.

A/N: Vacation sex with just a liiiiittle bit of plot lmfao. There’s no facefucking because i was worried that it was getting too long. Anyway, enjoy.

You all but crashed out of bed this morning, landing on your hands and knees with a muted thump. You would’ve patted yourself on the back for even managing to strip and change your clothes for bed last night, but you felt like you were still drunk.

You should have regretted everything that happened, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You plant your palms on the floor, rocking yourself forward and will yourself to start crawling. You knock your yoga mat away from your bags, watching the little purple tube bounce until it goes still.

You slap your hand over it, messily swatting it open. You crawl over it with a sigh and position yourself over the mat. It should have been a bad memory.

The table was 3 rounds of shots in before the waitress kindly reminded you that bottomless mimosas were only 5 dollars. Eyebrows rose around in a wave, sharing a devilish look of agreement. It was vacation, wasn’t it?

Something crazy began to leak out of your ears when you decided to cash in.

Namjoon was the first to throw himself to his feet, climb on the booth and begin dancing. Jimin whoops to the beat in encouragement, clumsily scrambling up on his chair to join his hyung.

Yoongi gets this strange look in his eye, dumping himself over Hoseok’s shoulder. They howled in laughter until Yoongi was crying. Actually crying.

What pleasantly surprised you the most is when Yoongi kneeled on the booth, facing away from the other side of the table, and began to shake his ass in a way that you wouldn’t have expected from him.

Jungkook’s faith was tested today, usually as the one who finishes everyone else's food, he decided to polish off the rest of everyone’s glasses.

Your sight of the world is stilted, moving in colored frames. You hear the noise of a bit of crashing and chair shifting, turning to see Jin. His sandals slap noisily against the floor as he barrels onto the dance floor, into the middle of the crowd.

Taehyung is bouncing up and down in his seat, shouting adlibs to the sound, pumping his hand in the air. You allow your head to fall forward, shoulders bouncing with a slow bout of laughter that makes your whole body bounce.

You slide your hands backward until they reach your knees, flipping your palms. You take a slow breath in, resting your forehead against the floor. You feel a dancing in your spine, your body so desperately wants to sway to sound that is not heard. The spirits must dance amongst themselves, you must return to yourself, to the terran world.

The same translucent lasso wraps around your arms and squeezes them to your sides. A burning call. You’re apt to rise when you’re full of this feeling, the pull is something indescribable. It crawls from the soles of your feet, causing them to tap. It races through you, your shoulders are swaying like a pendulum.

Deny yourself, you will not. You flew, tripping over the flat of the ground and blitz into the crowd to dance.

You breathe out slowly, flipping your palms and walking them forward. Your torso follows until your hips carefully nestle on the mat. Like sizzling wisps of smoke, the tightness knotted in you began to dissipate. You stretch your shoulders backward, gentle snaps and pops bursting in the air due to the tension knotted into your limbs like loops pulled too tight.

You’re screaming to every second beat, the world below is more than a reach away. Your legs are swinging through the gap between Namjoon and Jungkook’s shoulders. It feels as if the whole building is bouncing with you, your sanity went back to the home to rest.

You tilt your hips forward, leaning your weight onto the balls of your feet before rising into downward dog. Your lower back clicks, a rattling groan of relief shivers its way out of your mouth. You were finally beginning to feel your clothes against your body.

Your cock hangs limply out of one of the leg holes of your tiny shorts, scrunched up to your inner thighs. Your breasts sway gently, peering their way through the large holes of your oversized tank top. There was no reason that you wore that thing to bed, you usually woke up with a breast hanging out somehow.

It was a wonder you weren’t kicked out. You had no idea who paid for dinner, the amount would feel exorbitant. Nonetheless, a vacation should be indulgent.

Despite everyone being so ridiculously inebriated, you managed to concur that taking a taxi would be more trouble than it was worth since nobody was sober enough.

The villa was only a few blocks away anyway.

You hardly made it two block away from the place before everything seemed to fall into itself. Jimin dumped himself on the curb to take off his shoes even though he was only wearing sandals. Jungkook tripped his way over to the trash can on the corner as quickly as he could for someone who was plastered.

He grips handfuls of his shirt to hold it out of the way, even when drunk he was still meticulous. He retches weakly.

Risotto wasn’t nearly was beautiful or decadent when it came back out. Twenty-plus dollars directly into the bin on the city street. He gags so forcefully that he misses for a split second, a bit of cream colored mush dripping over the side before wetly splashing over the rest of the discarded garbage inside.

“Oh gawd- let’s go get him something.” Hoseok misses at patting your shoulder, but grabs your hand to drag you across the empty street to the convenience store on the other side.

You tried to straighten up when the cooler air washes over you, but your eyes were still very bleary. You stop by the baked goods and grab him a delicious yeasty smelling twisted donut and a ginger ale.

Hoseok stumbles up to the counter beside you, plopping a few bags of chips on it. “The salt will settle his tummy,” he explains quickly.

You give him a goofy smile, shaking your head and hand the cashier a little over exact change in cash. You gently push their hand away when they offer back the remaining coins, scooping up your items and head on your way.

You return across the street to Jimin struggling to stay awake from where he sat on the curb, Yoongi and Taehyung quietly hugging, Jin staring into the void of stars, and Namjoon showering kisses over Jungkook’s forehead.

“My poor Googoo,” he wails dramatically. Jungkook puckers his lips, prompting a raspy shriek from the older as he stumbles away. Jungkook chuckles, spreading his arms wide in request of an embrace.

You cringe, holding out the donut and drink with an awkward smile. It wasn’t as if he reeked of vomit, you just preferred for him to settle his stomach first.

“Googieeee~!” Hoseok shrieks, nearly tripping over the curb before hugging the younger man.

“Thank you Noona.” Jungkook pouts from over Hoseok’s shoulder, clumsily taking the items from your hand.

You turn your torso to the side, shifting your left foot forward into a lunge. You raise your arm with a slow breath inward, shifting your weight accordingly.

Jin was beautiful even when he snored all night, he was propped against the pillows like Snow White in her glass case. He’d opened his eyes quite a bit ago, silently watching you stretch yourself out.

“You look really tempting when you do that, babe.” He rasps.

Your impenetrable focus is shattered, causing you to cover your face with an incredulous laugh. “Before breakfast?”

“Hell yeah before breakfast, I don’t just wanna look, I wanna touch. Come here.”

“You’re still drunk too, huh?”

“There are a lot of times that I’m insatiable, but I want it right now.”

His assertiveness always sends a funny little churn through your belly.

You slowly shift the weight of your body onto your feet and stand. Not as heavy or dizzy as before, but a different tingling began to set inside of you. Your glance down, reaching to unfurl your shorts.

“Uh-uh, leave them like that.” He gives you a smile that’s absolutely devilish, shoving the sheets away from his lap. “Come to mama.”

It dawns on you as you approach the bed that he must’ve snatched up your shirt to sleep. It rode up his belly just a little, leading way to his light blue slip.

You plant your hands on the mattress, crawling in between his thighs. He leans forward, placing his hands on your hips and gently rubbing your sides. You cup his face, gently combing through his messy black tufts with your fingers.

His eyes scrunch up with a giddy chuckle, his neck was still flushed. Not quite as much as dark juice that leaks from berries gnashed between teeth. But rather the breath of age that colored ripened flesh of fruit from taught and pale shells surrounding infant seeds.

You imagined him as your first cabernet.

You were home alone. There was never any alcohol in the cabinets, not within your reach. However there was one bottle that sat on the highest shelf that’d begun to haunt your mind.

You thought about him day and night, wondering if you should be so daring as to wrap your fingers around the cork and pluck it out.

The bottle was dark, not so much as black, but an impenetrable brown of iodine or creamless coffee.

You stood in the pantry, door closed behind you as if there would be a soul to see. You rise with the aid of a little black stool, carefully grabbing the ruby red scarf wrapped around the bottle’s neck.

The pop of the remaining forth of the cork causes your breathing to break away. Dare it be said this noise was foreign, not yet attributed to merriment and celebration for you.

You raise the bottle to your lips and pour it in. The mouth feel is heavier than water, nothing unsettling.

Your tongue begins to glitter in a way you cannot determine if it’s unpleasant or lovely. Effervescence. Armoracia assaults your tongue, strangling with a fruitiness.

Your brows furrow, trampled all is with acridity. Your throat seems to close, denying entry to such drink, warming the back of your nostrils. With a thick noise, you manage to swallow it. A strange trail of fire roasts a trail over the back of your esophagus before heating the pool of your stomach.

Your adolescent tongue was unable to accord with this experience. Turned away, you squeeze the cork back in the bottle and return it to where it rest before and exit the pantry.

He, before you, a taste of wine that prompted you to have another sip. You couldn’t help but polish him off over and over again. His well never ran dry.

You kiss him with a soft hum. You imagine the taste of mature grapes. His lips push against yours hungrily, flexing and relaxing like the yielding of fruit under your teeth.

From the spring, you made him feel refreshed and clear. God himself ran your droplets from the glacier and straight into his cup.

He drank from many places, many streams. You were of the first, the only to cleanse and wash his palate.

Your depth, your minerals, mellowed his harshness, his sting. No longer rousing spirits, he bestows joy amongst all.

Your hand slips from his hair, landing gently on his shoulder. Your fingertips roll into the thick of his shoulder, squeezing it as he slips his tongue through your lips.

He reaches up the leg of your shorts, wrapping his hand around your warm shaft. He’s priming you to fuck him, to use him like some breeding buck.

He jerks his hand slowly but firmly. You groan into his mouth, nearly squirming at the sensation of your foreskin rolling and stretching over the tip of your cock.

Your hand drops from his shoulder, fingers dipping their way under his panties. His croon tingles the seam of your mouth as you slip your fingers in between his outer lips and spread them apart.

It was as if he shocked you, you pull from his lips with a wet smack to catch your breath. He always made you feel so crazy. Jin smiles, slowly thumbing at your tip.

The tip of your tongue heavily slips from your gums to sweep away the deeper notes on your bottom lip.

He hesitates not to drink of your spring, leaning in and draws your tongue between his mouth with a greedy swallow. Flushing and blooming, your belly burns just as your first taste did.

His lengthy fingers slip under your night shirt, curling around the heft of your breast. He releases your mouth with a full sigh of satisfaction.

You lift your fingers to your mouth, sweeping away his pussy juice with your tongue. You hum from the pit of your gut, you could taste the fruit of the land already. The musky aroma of papaya and melon, added tang of pineapple, the earthy, milkiness of coconut.

“I wanna do it raw,” he breathes as his knuckles gently close around and twist your nipple. You glance up at him, slipping your slick fingers out of your mouth and dig them back under the hem of his undergarments.

You never did it with condoms anyway, but he never failed to grasp his chance to set your blood asunder. You drag the tips of your fingers over his inner lips, stretching and spreading them. You drag your middle finger along the seam of his petals, swirling it around his hole and gently digging it against his clit.

He hisses, rolling his hips in hopes you’d give him more.

“Did you hear me?”

He releases his grip on your breast, cupping your chin and guiding you to meet his eyes.

“I want you to fuck me raw, that means I want you to cum inside of me.” His following moan is a beautiful titter as he drags the thick of his tongue over your lips, kissing you noisily. He releases the grip of your cock, wiggling forward to lay back against the bed.

He was only ever so demanding when he was itching for you to make a mess of him. As he moves to make simple work of his panties, you take note to do the same and rid yourself of your own bottoms.

You wiggle off of the bed, wiggling your shorts down to your ankles.

“You’re so bossy today. You’re gonna need to slobber on it first, Jinnie.”

His heart seizes, bursting into a shower of pretty pink butterflies. His cunt flutters immediately at the sonority that coats your voice in viscous amber.

He quickly walks his hands forward, shifting toward the end of the bed and rolling onto his tummy. He needlessly pretties himself for you, combing his hair away from his forehead. His eyes are positively twinkling as he rests his chin on the mattress.

“It’d be quite the inconvenience if one of the others were to come in and see me cramming my dick into your mouth,” you click your tongue. You place your hand on his head, lovingly stroking his cheek with your thumb. “Maybe I should use this mouth more often, it’s much quieter.”

He furrows his brows, inhaling quickly to fix you with a response.

Your resolve crumbles with your face scrunching up in amusement. “Okay! Okay! Don’t say anything, open your mouth.”

He makes a face, cutting his eyes at you as you grab ahold of your shaft and position it at his mouth.

“Fuck, fuck.. Turn around, let me see your pussy.” You step backward to free yourself from his mouth, trying to catch your breath.

He licks his swollen, slobbery lips with a smile and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Jin turns slowly, propping himself up on his knees. You took an unsteady breath inward to ask about his well being, but when he presented himself, you understood immediately.

His cunt was fully in bloom between his thighs, fatter, puffier. Healthily flushed and glistening, you clap your hand over his ass.

He whines, couldn’t you see the syrupy drips and trails clinging to his inner thighs?

You push his ass up with your palm, admiring how his pussy stretched and trembled. You decidedly slip your thumb just barely in between his lips and swirl your finger through his arousal.

You grip the base of your cock with your other hand and press it up against his hole. The upper half of his body relaxes instantly, slumping against the bed with a croon that sends chills spidering over your heated flesh.

You rock forward gently, pushing your way inside of him. Jin takes to you without hesitation, pulsing and squeezing around you.

“This fucking-” you clap your hand over his ass with more force “-cunt is always so good to me,” you growl.

He mewls when you bottom out, rolling your hips forward to push deeper into him.

You rear back, easily building your pace inside of him. You move your grip to taking tight handfuls of the shirt that rolled up his back, yanking him back against you with each thrust inward.

Each moan of his began long and drawn out like the soft calls of the loon under nightfall. You prop your foot up on the bed frame, planting yourself more firmly to set a stronger pace.

The noise of your skin clapping together began to bounce off of the walls, rocking to bed to which he gripped so dearly.

You allow yourself to fall astray of control, pounding into him with deep, sharp strikes. His moans quickly evolve into frantic wails, his voice catches in his throat each time you drag him away from squirming into the escape.

You cease only for a moment to allow him to catch his breath, to which his forehead drops against the sheets with a muted rustle.

A second was efficient enough, you shift your foot and plant it more firmly before you continue your assault on his poor pussy.

He whines something at you, muffled.

“What was that?” You purr, continuing to jerk your hips shamelessly. Your moans rise and flow from your lips like a steady spring.

He manages to lift his head, thrashing it with a keen when you plunge in just a bit harder than before. It was so hard to speak when you kept knocking the breath out of his lungs. “You’re too deep inside,” he whines, unable to control the moans squeezing through his noisy panting.

“It’s too deep?” You coo, feeling your lips curl in a slight smile when you watch his messy head of black hair bob up and down.

“Roll over so I can play with your pussy,” you slow your relentless thrusts and gently move back until your cock flops wetly out of his hole.

He slumps almost completely when you pull out of him, weakly propping his palms up and laying down. Use of his legs was reasonably impossible as of now, which you quickly noted. “Move back a little,” he scoots himself backward almost pitifully.

If you weren’t almost painfully hard, you’d be more willing to let him take a break. You climb onto the bed and straddle his right thigh, propping the left over your shoulder.

You nudge yourself in between his lips, guiding your shaft until it catches against his sloppy hole. He whimpers, dropping his head back when you push your way in. His pussy accommodates you with an indecent squish.

You wrap your arm around the leg thrown over your shoulder, rocking into him. You peer down at him, his eyes were still glassy from your abuse of his throat. Your breath hitches in your throat as you jerk your hips forward, the clap of your balls against the back of his ass echoes louder.

“I wish you knew what you do to me,” you sigh hotly through teeth clenched. Your molars grind together as you return to pistoning inside of him, mashing your pelvis into his.

He was foolish enough to tilt his hips forward, the entire bed rocks pitifully as a testament to its modern craftsmanship.

Jin was flushed down to his chest, puckered lips flapping with each noisy gasp. He felt so light, he couldn’t tell if he were near fainting.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” he yelps. He is barely able to lift his hands and shove his shirt around to play with his nipples.

You gently stretch his mound toward him, stroking your thumb around the spongy flesh near his clit. His shriek catches on the back of his tongue, you feel yourself begin to burn and melt.

Ruby red drips of wax cooling against a marble counter.

You nearly pull out of him on instinct, gripping the base of your dick with an ugly whimper. Your body seizes, rigid as you begin to cum.

You can hardly hear his breath in your ears over the sound of your heartbeat, your own moans are high and shaking.

You pull away from him with a rattling breath, unleashing a few final weak spurts against his folds.

You struggle to regulate your own rhythm, clumsily slipping your fingers in his sloppy cunt to spread your cum around. He whines, swatting at your hand.

“Heh,” your chest bounces weakly, “we were probably so loud.”

“I’m too tired to nag you, but I could’ve died.”

“Oh hush, we need to get ready soon.”

He gives you a crazy look before dropping his head back down and motioning you toward the door. “It’s not like you broke my legs or anything.”

“When do we get our turn?” Jimin calls from the dining room with a telling smile.

You stop cold in the entryway of the hall, turning to see the table full of your friends. They erupt in whooping laughter that causes you to continue hurrying on your way to run the bath. None of them should have even been alive at that hour, not with how they were last night.

“Nah, come back! I didn’t know Seokjin-Hyung could hit those kinds of notes!” Namjoon calls after you, cackling.

#sub!bts x reader #sub!jin #sub bts #domme reader #sub! jin x reader #sub jin x reader #sub!jin x reader

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spahhzy · 3 years ago

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Flagrant Foul.

Weiss: how do I find myself in these scenarios

Yang: Whats wrong Weisscream? Ruby and Jaune interrogating something again?

Weiss: No...but it appears their stupidity is infectious and running rampant.

Yang: why do you say that?

Weiss just points too yet another dark room illuminated by only a single light in the center and tied up in the air...was a toothbrush.

Yang: who is it this time?

Weiss could only shrug really wanting this insanity too end.

???: So tell me..

Yang eyes widened...that was it couldn't be!

Ironwood stepped out from the shadow arms crossed looking at the toothbrush in question.

Ironwood: What business do you have with glynda's mouth?

Toothbrush: aye she just brushing her teeth fam..what's the problem?

Ironwood: I'm not your 'fam'...and you see it's not that brushing is the problem...

Ironwood paced back and forth.

Ironwood: it's the gagging that I hear hmm?...wanna tell me about that?

Toothbrush: Well what's their to say...its seems their are two things that can reach that back of her throat my man!

Ironwoods face crinkled before nodding his head: So that's how it's gonna be huh?

Toothbrush: Yeah it is like that...lemme ask you..why do yiu think they call me ORAL B hmm? What do you think that B stands for?

This time Ironwood had a tear in his eye.

Ironwood/toothbrush: bitches.

Suddenly something clicked to Ironwood.

Ironwood: you said two...WHO'S THE 2ND!?

Toothbrush: an ARC for another time.

#james ironwood #jaune arc #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #rwby glynda #tysongrantsmith

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amethyst-dreams-and-candy-canes · 3 years ago

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Toy Box

AN: This is my entry for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Two Years of Darkness challenge. My prompt is Mob!AU you wonder about your bf/gf's late nights and the answer surprises you and my character is Bucky. I took a friendship route to the gf and not romantic and this went from Bucky to an add on. This is a little late but I changed the story and characters last minute; I apologize. Not beta’d so all mistakes are my own. My character is written with a WOC in mind but all read. Please don’t repost my work without my expressed permission 🗣🗣🗣

Warnings: ‼️NON-CON‼️, allusions to prostitution, voyeurism, unwanted groping, slight gun play, violence(the gun is discharged), threesome? four-way? IDK how to classify it. Proceed with caution and do not read if the subject matter offends you.

Pairing: Officially? Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,121

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“Hey, what are you doing to make all this extra money?”

Sabrina, your roommate, gave you a weary look as you hesitated by the large double doors. The sounds of the busy street unnerved you but you wanted to do this. Besides, if Sabrina could do it, why couldn’t you? While she had been quite cryptic in telling you what her part-time job duties are, you trusted Sabrina. She'd been your roommate and best friend for years and you had all confidence in her.

"You really wanna know?" The uncertainty in her voice went ignored. You placed your hands on your hips and tsked. She avoided your pointed glare. Secrets were never kept between the two of you; you both knew everything about each other so to think she was holding something from you was offensive.

"Girl, yes. I wanna know how you go from not being able to pay your half of the rent to now covering my half. What's the deal?"

After nearly an hour of guilt tripping her, Sabrina finally caved and told you she was working for "some hotel in guest services and entertainment". When you pressed her for a better explanation, she just shrugged and asked if you wanted to meet her boss and get the job description from her. While you may not have skills to be an entertainer, surely they had a position at the front desk you could do. That night you happily edited your resume and dreamt of all the things you could do with the extra money; pay off a bill or two and save for that vacation you so desperately need.

"You ready?" A hand on your shoulder brings you back to reality. Of all places, you didn't expect her to bring you to the Hotel Cortez. The Cortez was well known as one of two hives for the new crime syndicate that took over the town a few years back. You'd only half paid attention to the news articles as they listed the main culprits: James Barnes, and Carol "The Captain" Danvers. The two of them wreaked havoc on the town and had nearly the entire police force in their back pocket. You’d been lucky enough to not cross paths with them or their associates, hearing that once you get tangled with them, you’re stuck.

Humming a response to her, you take a deep breath to steady yourself. It wasn't like you're doing anything illegal, you’d be so far down the ladder that the worst that could happen to you was you get fired. At least you still had your full time job to fall back on. Placing your hand on the handle, you shift your portfolio and push open the large glass doors. Red and gold carpet covers the lobby floor and high crystal chandeliers illuminate the area in a dreamlike glow; a true juxtaposition to what you believed it would look like. Standing in the middle of the lobby, you gawk at the red velvet chairs that look like mini thrones rather than chairs. You feel out of place and severely under-dressed with your black maxi skirt and white shirt.

“They’re ready for you, Ruby. Go on up.” You startle and turn towards the feminine voice. Behind a desk you didn't even notice, a blonde woman in a fitted white dress smiles at you. Sabrina mumbles her thanks and hooks her arms in yours, dragging you to the opposite side of the desk. Frowning, you turn to Sabrina when you stop in front of an elevator.

“Who the hell is Ruby?”

“Me.” her eyes never leave the floor indicator, the numbers counting down. Clearing her throat, she shrugs. “They give us nicknames here, you don’t use your real name.”

“Why?” The elevator dings and slides open. Still hooked with you, Sabrina pulls you into the elevator and presses floor 21. You turn to her with your arms crossed. She avoids your glare and sighs.

“It's not too late to turn around.” You tilt your head in confusion at her. Before you can ask for clarification, the elevator dings and the door opens. Again you are taken aback at the decor of the room. You were expecting an office, not a large gray sofa and matching chair on a white rug nor the ceiling to floor windows that made the walls. The rest of the floor was hardwood and more gray chairs scattered about. Tall white vases of varying bouquets of flowers sat on matching gray tables and a small chandelier casts a soft glow. Sabrina let you go and walked further into the room. You stood awkwardly a few feet from the elevator, too nervous to move in fear of breaking something.

A call of your name beckons you to move. You hear voices and as you exit the foyer, you get a better view of the room. More gray furniture decorate the room and to the far left of the room, a large L shaped desk with matching cabinets. A woman is perched on the corner of the desk, her short black dress raised over her long legs as she giggles at a blonde woman behind the desk. In a chair to their right, a man sits with a glass and watches you as you stop next to Sabrina. The woman behind the desk stands and moves toward you. Swallowing hard, your resolve falters when you recognize her. Carol Danvers. You weren’t expecting to see any of the bosses and seeing her up close is daunting. Her presence is authoritative as she strides towards you, her tailored black suit as unwavering as her gaze.

“This her?” the woman on the desk glances at Sabrina before raking her eyes slowly down your body. Carol hums as she paces around you, the action making you uneasy.

"She's cute. What do you think, Barnes?"

Your anxiety spikes as you realize that both of the mob bosses are within arms reach of you and staring you down. Sabrina elbows you in the ribs and clears her throat as she introduces you. You plaster your best smile and hand your portfolio to Carol. She takes it from you and as you are about to speak, she tosses it to the woman still on the desk.

"How adorable is this? She brought a resume." Her teasing making you frown. You reach for your portfolio but she pulls back and sticks out her tongue with a wink.

"Maria," Carol playfully chides. "Don't give the new girl a hard time. Test her, James."

He hums from his seat and placed his glass on the table. You clear your throat and begin to list off your work experience, his hand reaches to his belt and unfastens it. You pause and turn to Sabrina again who shrugs. Carol resumes her place next to Maria and places a hand on her thigh. Your eyes bounce between the women before falling back to James who is in the process of opening his fly.

"You know what? Maybe this position isn't for me." You attempt to sound braver than you feel but your voice comes out small. "Thank you for the opportunity, we're leaving." Taking a step back, you turn fully to Sabrina who is looking at the floor and you grab her wrist.

Maria giggles as Carol's hand creeps under the hem of her dress. You attempt to pull Sabrina but she doesn't move. You look at her incredulously as James stands with a deep sigh. Your flight or fight instinct kicks in and you drop her wrist. Right as you are about to run, a strong grip on the back of your neck pulls you back and you collide with warm flesh. You scream and attempt to twist away from the strong hand holding you but the hand moves from your neck to your hair and pushes you down.

“Ruby, you didn’t tell her, did you?” James asks but Sabrina stays quiet. He steps into your peripheral and turns your head towards him, the strain on your neck painful. "She's my little toy. And sometimes I lend my toys for others to play. Get it?"

You reach back and grab his wrist in an attempt to release some of the pressure from your scalp but his hold is ironclad. His hand disappears into his pants and you cringe as he pulls his cock out and taps it against your bottom lip. You grind your teeth as he taps again on lip and sighs after a moment. His grip on your hair tightens and you gasp at the pain.

"Come on, I don't have all day." His bored tone is offensive and you glare up at him. You purse your lips together in defiance and Maria laughs.

"Love the fight in her, Ruby. But I want a show." Maria faux pouts as Carol's fingers work their way higher and Maria spreads her legs to allow her access. "Talk to your friend."

You glance up at Sabrina who is fidgeting and still avoiding eye contact. She sucks her teeth and rolls her eyes. "Just do it and get it over with. You're being dramatic."

"Dramatic?!" You shriek and attempt to twist in his hold to face her but he spins you around and uses the momentum to force himself into your mouth. You gag around him and jerk your head back but you are unable to maneuver away from him. You grunt in frustration and as you're about to bring your canines down full force on him, cool metal presses against your temple.

"Bite me and I'll blow your fucking brains out." His warning freezes all movement from you. Your eyes water as he slides the metal from your temple to your line of sight and you look down the barrel of his gun. Saliva gathers at the corners of your mouth as you hold him there, not daring to move. He taps the gun twice on your forehead before he tsks. Quicker than you can register, he releases his hold on your hair and the pressure from the gun is moved. You jerk away from him as a loud pop reverberates the room. You scream and cower on the floor as Sabrina drops to the floor near you. She's crying and holding her arm, blood seeping through her fingers. Carol laughs as you scream again and reach for her but a click near your ear draws your attention back to the man in front of you.

"Consider that a warning. Hurry. Up." The gun returns to your head but the metal is now hot and burns your skin. You shake your head, taking one last glance at Sabrina who returns your gaze with watery eyes. Sitting up on your knees, you reach for him with trembling hands. He's warm to the touch and the feel of him twitching against your fingers almost has you reeling. His hand returns to your hair though he doesn't grip this time. Closing your eyes, you give him a few tentative strokes before you slowly ease him into your mouth.

"Good girl. Show us what you can do." Maria purrs and Carol hums. You brace a hand on his thigh and try to recall every porn movie you've ever seen. Hollowing your cheeks, you push him as far as you can and attempt not to gag as he brushes the back of your throat. A deep moan rumbles through his chest when you bring your other hand to his base and twist your wrist to mimic the movement of your mouth. A whimper behind you makes you speed up; you may have been upset with Sabrina but you didn't want her to bleed out. Maria moans loudly and for a moment you can simultaneously hear the sound of her being fingered with your slurping noises.

"Keep going." You aren't sure who gave the soft command but you respond by flattening your tongue in an effort to stifle your gag reflex so you can take him deeper. It must work because you hear him hiss and he bucks his hips involuntarily showing him deeper down your throat. Unprepared for the invasion, you try to pull back but the hand on your head locks you in place. Your nails dig into his leg as you try not to panic because you can't draw in a breath. He holds you for a few seconds before the hand on your head reimplants in your hair and pulls you backwards. You fall on your backside as you cough. You turn to check on Sabrina who has gone quiet. She's curled up in a ball and as you reach for her, you're once again pulled back. A soft hand caresses your cheek and it takes a second that it's Carol, not James, who has you this time.

"Maria, baby. Assume the position. Show the new girl how it's done." Maria hops off the desk and moves to the side of the chair James was sitting in. Carol hoists you up by the arm and stands you on the opposite side of the chair. "Go on honey." At Carol's order, Maria lifts her dress and bends over the arm of the chair with her hands clasped in front of her over the sitting cushion. She wiggles her hips and licks her lips, eyes never leaving yours. You are about to protest when strong hands push you to bend forward, the arm of the chair hitting you roughly in the stomach. You groan in pain and try to squirm away but your hands are held in front of you by Maria. She intertwines your fingers with hers and places a soft kiss on your knuckles.

"Let's see what's under the hood, hm?" Carol mumbled before your skirt is lifted and bunched at your waist. You made to protest but another shove forward had you hitting your stomach again and the pain stunned you into compliance. Nimble fingers danced along your panty line and when they reached the crotch, the fabric was ripped away. Her strength and actions shocked you as she brushed along your inner thigh. Tears fill your eyes as she reaches your outer lips and spreads them with her thumb and index finger. You feel her circle around your entrance before ghosting down to your clit. You hear her chuckle and shame fills you and you know what she fills.

"Oh you'll like this one, James. She's soaked and just from sucking dick? She'll be a good earner." You try to hide your face as she slips a finger inside of you and then another before abruptly pulling out. From your place on your arm, you see Carol's shiny black shoes move away from you and you peek up to see her stand behind Maria. Carol places the fingers that were inside of you on Maria's lips and you watch as Maria suckles on them.

You lower your head in embarrassment when your feet are kicked apart and strong hands grip your waist. You protest by trying to stand again but once again you are pushed into the arm of the chair and the wind is knocked from you.

"Same time?" Carol asks, amusement lacing her tone. Maria holds you tighter as you feel James step closer to you, the head of his cock poised at your entrance. You try to wiggle away from him but he takes another step forward and pushes further into you. Tears stream freely down your face as Maria rolls her hips, Carol slowly fucking her with her fingers. Maria leans forward and places a gentle kiss on your lips. James pushes further into you and you gasp; Maria taking the opportunity to shove her tongue in your mouth. She swallows your pained grunt when James thrusts into you without warning. He gives you no time to adjust to his size before he sets a brutal pace. Every push of his hips sends your abdomen further into the arm of the chair and you don't know what to focus on: the pain, the woman in front of you, your friend bleeding on the floor or the man behind you. Maria releases one of your hands and snakes her free hand down the front of your blouse. You twist away from her roaming hand as she slips under your bra to squeeze your breast.

"Please, stop." You beg to no one in particular but hope they all would stop. Your request is met with a breathy laugh from Carol who's pumping her fingers faster into Maria in an attempt to match James speed. The legs of the chair protest under your combined weight and the force of the man thrusting behind you. His hand finds the small of your back and forces you to arch; the new position causes you to moan subconsciously.

"Oh, there's her sweet spot. Do it again." Maria begs, her tongue sweeping across your bottom lip. He obliges and your body unwillingly comes alive. He pushes you down further and you grab the chair cushion for purchase. Maria kisses you again and in your haze you return the kiss which earns a moan from Carol, her hand moving at an unnatural speed. James plunges into you at the same brutal pace and you can feel your arousal. You know he can feel it too because his breathing is becoming labored and his hold on your hip is bruising.

"Bad girl, Ruby. Keeping your friend away from us." James' voice is strained and you're surprised how he can speak and breathe at the same time. A whimper is his response; you can't look at your friend right now as a string of curses fall from your lips. Your orgasm hits you unexpectedly and you babble incoherently as his pace never falters. Maria kisses your nose and shushes you as writhe under him. A few more pointed thrusts has you falling into another orgasm and this time you gush over him. Maria whines as she throws her head back and you watch her, too blissed out to look away. James hips sputter and he abruptly pulls out of you which makes you wince. One hand is still on your hip and he groans low above you, warmth hitting the back of your thighs. The room is filled with heavy breathing before you feel your legs give out from under you. You slide to your knees and rest your head against the chair. The sound of liquid pouring has you tilting your head back as James pours himself a drink. His eyes connect with yours and he brings the glass to his lips and takes a large gulp.

"Welcome to the toy box, Carnelian."

Not tagging a lot of people just in case this isn’t your thing: @avintagekiss24 @sapphirescrolls @marvelmaree @titty-teetee @angrythingstarlight

#twoyearsofdark #bucky x reader #bucky x woc!reader #non-con

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lustinglilac · 4 years ago

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Always Right

A/N: This was kinda short, hopefully it made sense because I haven’t written for Sad Eyes in a while!*ALL credit for the name José goes to other writers*

Requested by @b3mybunnybaby: I was watching the first episode and you know how sad eyes grabs ruby for eyeing his girl? I was thinking, what if the Diaz bros had a sister and she saw that go down and tells him to stop because his girl ain’t even all that and somehow they end up kicking it all night.

Characters: Platonic Sad Eyes x Diaz!Sister

Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, slight violence/aggression

(gif is my own 💜)

The party was lively, the music blasting, drinks being poured, everyone having a chill ass time. She, of course, watched from the sidelines, occasionally bumping into a Santo or two as they spoke hurriedly to her. This wasn’t her house or her territory which is why she kept close to her older brother until he’d left her alone for a few minutes, claiming he had business to take care of.

“Where’s your drink, nena?” A gruff voice spoke from beside her, nudging her slightly.

She grimaces as she looks up at the tall man speaking to her, “What’s it to you?” Eyeing the blonde chick next to him briefly before returning her gaze to him.

“Cálmate— just wonderin’ if you‘re drinkin’ tonight or not.” José downs the rest of his beer, tossing the bottle aside.

“I’m gonna go dance, wanna come?” The girl tugs on his arm, batting her lashes up at him as he bit his lip.

“Nah, chula, I’m good. I’d rather watch you—“ He smirks, grabbing a handful of her ass before letting it go with a loud smack. She giggles and blows a kiss towards him, joining her friend on the makeshift dance floor that was a patch of grass.

The middle Diaz nearly gags from the sight of it, turning her attention to her phone as she texted Cesar to keep herself busy.

“If you’ll excuse me.” She pardons herself with a tight lipped smile, strutting to a corner with less party-goers.

She tries to call Spooky, knowing his phone was probably off or he definitely wouldn’t hear it due to the loud music.

“Monse, if you were a girl—“

“I am a girl.”

“Yeah but if you were a girl like that, would you wear underwear?” A hushed voice speaks from over the cement wall.

She didn’t hear the footsteps coming towards her as Sad Eyes saw the way the high school boy was looking at his girl.

“Eyeing my girl, cabrón?” Sad Eyes wasn’t playing, grabbing Ruby and holding him by his neck. She turned around at the commotion, immediately running towards the two of them.

“José, what the hell?! Let him go.” She tugs his shirt but he barely moves.

“She looked at me first I s-swear!” Ruby tries to defend himself as Sad Eyes’ grip tightens.

He chuckles menacingly, “Nah, mocoso, she ain’t interested in anyone else. If I catch you looking at her otra vez—“

She rolls her eyes, “Oh puh-lease, she’s not all that. Some guerita who clearly has no problem shaking her ass for everyone here.”

The group of freshman fairly quiet as they let her handle the situation, always saving their asses from any and every sort of trouble.

His head snaps to her, quickly letting go of Ruby, “What’d you just say?” He looks bewildered, hurt almost.

“You heard me.” She shrugs, throwing a sly wink to Ruby who looked less scared, averting her attention back to José.

“Yeah, you heard her.” Ruby tries to back her up, earning a harsh scowl from José that made him cower again.

“We gotta have a talk, me and you. Vamos. His attention leaving Ruby and leading her to the corner she stood before the commotion.

“What about?” She looks at him innocently.

“Whatchu said— you really mean that?” He watches as she rolls her eyes once more and looks towards the blonde.

“If I didn’t mean it, would she be dancing on that random ass puto right now?” She points her chin at the guerita grinding on a man that wasn’t Sad Eyes. His shoulders visibly slump, knowing the girl in front of him was right all along.

“And I know you’re not gonna try and stop her because she isn’t worth it, verdad?” She arches an eyebrow at him, knowing him too well.

Sad Eyes chuckles, “I hate that you’re always right, Diaz.” He wraps an arm around her shoulders, walking back to the front yard in tandem.

“Wanna get outta ‘ere?” He looks down at her, grinning softly.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” She smiles as he led them to his car.

“Won’t your little girlfriend get mad?” She taunts him as they settle into the old tattered leather seats that smelled just like him.

“Nah, she ain’t nothin’ to me anymore.” He starts the engine, driving along the fairly empty streets of Freeridge.

“I don’t think she ever was, José.” She sighs, rolling down the window to let the cool breeze of the night in.

They rode in silence for a some time, enjoying each other’s company and what could’ve been.

#sad eyes imagine #sad eyes drabble #sad eyes omb #ruby martinez #monse finnie #on my block imagine #on my block #steve villegas

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silkylious · 5 years ago

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Tsunami (Bakugo Katsuki x Fem!Reader)

Bakugo x fem reader

warnings: swearing, angst, fluff

A/N: Ahhhh this is my first post on tumblr, i hope you like some bittersweet goodness w angry boi. constructive criticism is much appreciated!

Love.

Such a complex, convoluted emotion that many people find themselves falling helplessly victim to. Of course, there are the cheesy scenes in romantic movies that exaggerate and almost drain all meaning from the prickly feeling; sharing a sweet kiss while basking in the cool caresses of dewdrops, or having a dim-lit home dinner -scenes which drove his gag reflex reeling, he simply couldn’t understand the appeal of mushing faces with someone when he had better things to do, to achieve. He was going to be the number one, dammit, he didn’t have time to waste on cuddling and doing “couple-y shit” with some extra. That’s not to say he’d never had a crush, or found some girls attractive, hot even, but he kept in mind all his “crushes” (he loathes that word with a burning passion) were merely fueled by his hormonal mind, driven by pure sexual attraction. Nothing more, nothing less. So, he never sought out relationships.

And that was enough for him to keep his peace, unhindered and undisturbed on his desolate little boat, one that he was rowing tirelessly towards his end goal, with no waves and no turbulences daring to stand in his way of firmly grasping that number one spot.

Until a tsunami came crashing in, pummeling him off his safe cruise.

That tsunami was you.

He really should have seen the signs -no that’s not right, he definitely noticed the red flags raising in his peripherals, he should have acknowledged them. It started out as small, barely existent ripples, something to break the monotony of his journey and rock his boat gently. You’d always greet him with that stupidly bright smile, the one that made him feel uncomfortable, skittish (though he hadn’t realized why yet), the one that surely made the sun writhe in boiling jealousy. No matter what time of the day it was, how early in the morning or how deep into the night, you always seemed to make it a point to address him with that unhinged, cheeky grin. He’d reply with a curt nod, or a faint grunt if you caught him on a good day, wanting desperately to ignore the brewing sensation inside him.

“Hey, Bakugo! Did ya sleep well?”

He never replied to the tedious question, refusing to give into the one-sided small talk. That didn’t stop you from resuming your daily routine of pestering him about his training progress or babbling about some movie he couldn’t care less about. He didn’t pay an inkling of attention to the stream of word vomit pouring out of your mouth, no, he much rather zoned in on the way your lips move languidly, still upholding that infuriating smile, the way stray follicles fell over your neck, having escaped from the usual updo you were sporting. His concentration faded in and out of the single-sided conversation, managing to scrap together bits and pieces of whatever you were droning on about. Though he never made any effort in reciprocating your enthusiasm, he never shut you down either (like he would most people), and that was incentive enough for you to keep coming back. To keep talking his ear off with a cluelessly precious smile.

Looking back, he probably should have stopped it there, but he didn’t, he couldn’t help but revel unconsciously in your optimism, though he’d be buried six feet underground before he admitted that. It looked all too peaceful, he didn’t mind the soft stir in his boat, and he was more than content to leave it at that. But then you had to go and push your luck.

You were infinitely aware that he treated you… differently, to say the least, your classmates were also painfully conscious of his strangely tamed and, dare I say, docile way he acted around you, everyone with eyes could see it, except him apparently. Even if he was agonizingly oblivious to his own feelings, yours too, your heart couldn’t help but accelerate whenever he displayed a rare act of kindness towards you. One time in particular, he scolded you for overworking yourself while tending to your wounds, his words lacking the usual bite, none the wiser to the chest palpitations he was effortlessly causing. You couldn’t take it, you had to test your luck. You desired to be closer to him, for him to view as more than a nuisance, you wanted to be more than just acquaintances. With caution thrown to the wind, you embarked on a mission to befriend the Bakugo Katsuki.

That’s when the small ripples that would gingerly sway him turned more rigorous; they evolved into waves, ones he needed to smoothly ride if he didn’t want to fall victim to their ferocity.

He became much more aware of your stature in his lifestyle, how could he not? You’d made it a goal to sit with him during lunch, to share with him your bento box, to talk to him at any given moment. And it was then that he discovered a new part of you, one that was hidden behind your tactful persona. It became a common spectacle during lunch, you two hurling remarks at each other, yours more calculated and sarcastic while his were loud and fiery (in true Bakugo fashion), though the competitive grin stretching his lips, wrinkling the corners of his ruby hues gave away his enjoyment. Bakugo could never get over your quick wit, the speed at which you replied to him with your own quips almost gave him whiplash every time, if he didn’t know better he’d think you were regurgitating pre-written comebacks. It took a bit of coaxing at first, but eventually he gave into your petty bickering (all you had to do was mention Deku this and half-n-half bastard that), and then before he knew it, it was part of his routine, but can you blame him? He was presented with a challenge, of course he’d step up to the plate!

Your waves threatened his quaint, little sail, he had to learn to surf them if he didn’t want to topple over. And so, he did, after all, Bakugo Katsuki never backed down from a challenge.

Your comradery only strengthened from there. You trained together, him pushing your limits with his abysmal power and sheer instinct, you pushing his with precise movements and surprising agility. You strangely complemented each other, both in fighting styles and general attitude. He (aggressively) helped you with your academic shortcomings, and though his methods of teaching were very questionable, they proved to be fruitful as your grades had spiked significantly from his (torturous) aid. You’d grown impossibly closer, spending every waking moment together or thinking about each other. Katsuki didn’t know when it became a habit to anticipate your “goodnight” text, or when just the sight of your face made his anger practically dissipate into thin air.

“So, do you wanna come over to study, I’m kinda struggling with algebra,” You sighed sheepishly, scratching at the back of your head.

“No.” came the blunt response.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t be such a meanie!” You jutted your bottom lip out much like how a kid throwing a tantrum would, his eyes couldn’t help but flicker down to the childish pout, when suddenly it turned into a poorly constrained grin. You had an idea. “Well, whatever, I was gonna order takeout from a new place down the road, I heard they have pretty spicy ramen there, but I guess I’ll order for one,”

You watched with mild amusement and well-concealed affection as his fiery eyes seemed to light up at the mention of spicy food. “Fine, dumbass, but I’m only doing this ‘cuz your sorry ass would fail without me,”

“Mhmm, sure thing, Bakugo,” You practically sang, a teasing lilt to your voice.

Bakugo.

That didn’t sound right at this point. Words left him before his brain could even process what he said, what he was insinuating.

“Katsuki.” He mumbled firmly. Your eyes widened a fraction, giving away your surprise.

“W-What?”

“Call me Katsuki,” It came out more assuredly this time, his glare directed forward as you both walked to your destination, missing the soft smile adorning your lips and the affection oozing out of your gaze.

“Sure thing, Katsuki.” His own lips curled into a faint smile, a tiny tug at the corners of his lips.

A push-and-pull rhythm was created between you; your waves pulling him in, only for his skillful hands and sails to conquer them. It was an endless tug of war, neither of you seemed to mind it, it blanketed you both in a sheen of serenity.

The calm before the storm.

It was merely an innocent question, a teasing inquiry at most, directed at him by his electric blonde friend. “So, man, when are you gonna ask (last name) out? Y’know if you don’t ask her soon, someone else will,”

Katsuki could have sworn he switched quirks with the dunce faced idiot, because at that moment his mind fully short-circuited. Him? And (name)? What would even give him that idea? Sure, she was cute and all -wait, cute?? What the actual fuck? His lack of response and the pinkish tint that spread from his cheekbones to the bridge of his nose seemed to get a rise out of Kaminari, because within seconds his head was thrown back, his laughter catching the attention of their red-haired friend. “Yo, man, what’re you laughing at?”

With that, Bakugo seemed to snap out of his trance, sharp eyes snapping between his self-proclaimed friends. His mouth opened, ready to deliver a curt response, something along the lines of “Fucking nothing!” or “Mind your own business, Shitty Hair!” but the other blonde beat him to the punch, loudly bellowing out,

“Bakugo has a crush on (last name)!”

Bakugo wasn’t pleased to say the least, his hand darting out, flexing a lethal explosion that Kaminari barely dodged. Bakugo’s eyes were wide with unadulterated rage, though he really couldn’t tell at who, nor did he care, he was seeing red at that moment and that’s all he could focus on. Before he can aim another strike towards his cowering friend, Kirishima looped his arms around Bakugo’s shoulders, activating his quirk to prepare for the barrage of oncoming explosions that were sure to come his way. “Dude, stop! You’re being super unmanly right now!”

Realizing there’s no point struggling against his friends hold, Bakugo’s figure suddenly slackened, Kirishima very cautiously relinquishing his grip on his friend. Burning rage, confusion, uncertainty and self-deprecation began to settle in Bakugo’s mind all at once, a million questions stampeding his thoughts. He didn’t like that, he hated not being in control, he hated not knowing what was wrong, especially with himself. With a furious shout of “FUCK OFF!” to dispel some of the anger bristling within him, the ash blonde stomped out of the nearly empty classroom, leaving his two friends to share looks of bewilderment.

And that’s when a tidal wave, a tsunami of emotions quaked his lonely ship, flipping it and hurling him off the deck into the freezing cold, wave riddled ocean, leaving him to sink deeper and flail around in a futile attempt at staying afloat.

The coming days, one thing haunted Katsuki like the plague, despite trying his hardest to avoid overthinking, you just seemed to carve your way into his subconscious. Everything reminded him of you, and he absolutely despised it. When had he gotten so distracted? When had his schedule morphed to make room for your presence in his life? When had he began to await seeing you, hearing your obnoxiously sweet voice? When had he gotten so weak? He didn’t need anyone, no one but himself, that’s all he needed to reach the top. If that was true, then why were his days getting more and more bleak as he actively shunned you out, avoided looking you in the eyes and subsequently being blissfully unaware of the look of hurt in your eyes. He knew he wasn’t being fair to you, but he couldn’t help it, he had to put some distance between you.

And so, he kept struggling against the currents, which only made him sink deeper, and deeper. Even so, he kept wrestling with the tides, hoping he’d make it out alive and free.

His absence in your life made you fidgety, but you brushed it off as him having a less than pleasant day, he’d surely go back to normal, right? Wrong. Things continued as they are, you wanted to give him space and all, but it didn’t help that it seemed he was only circumventing you. You wanted to be patient for him, and you were. But even the most patient of people, the most peaceful of saints, had their tipping points.

“I don’t understand you, Katsuki, we were good not even a week ago and now you’re completely avoiding me!”

“So what if I was, huh?! Are you saying that I need you or some shit?! Are you looking down on me, thinking you’re all high and mighty, that you could be the one to befriend the “pitiful lonely guy”?! Are you saying I’m weak, is that it, huh?! I’m not fucking weak, (name), I don’t need you or anyone for that matter, stop tryna coddle me, I don’t need your shitty friendship!”

Ouch, that hurt. He knew he was spouting so much bullshit straight through his teeth, it didn’t even make sense but that was how his self-defense mechanism works. When in doubt, push people you love away in fear of vulnerability. He knew he was being a major asshole, but nothing would’ve prepared him for the look of unbridled hurt and betrayal in your eyes, tears silently carving valleys on your flushed cheeks. Your quivering lip suppressed a wretched sob, before opening to utter a few heartbroken words.

“I see. Sorry I was such a nuisance for you, Bakugo,”

Bakugo, double ouch. That one stung. Hard. He’d never heard your voice so broken, so raw and meek. He walked home alone that day, already regretting everything he said, already missing your bubbly self.

A drift shook both of you away from each other. Your concerned classmates could only watch in silenced misery as you both hurdled yourselves into hero work and training, doing anything it takes to stay distracted. Bakugo thought that at least there would be one upside to arise from this situation, he could focus more on his dreams, he had more time than ever, he can totally utilize this to his advantage. Or so he thought. You infiltrated every crevice in his mind, all he could think about, day in and day out, was you. He’s always prided himself in being self-disciplined and focused, but right now he was anything but. You weren’t fairing any better. Your optimism was missed in the classroom, you forced a smile to reassure your friends, but that was about all you could muster. It seemed there was no end to the spiral the pair of you were sucked into until something happened. Something big happened.

He was kidnapped. Bakugo was kidnapped.

It seemed like a wake-up call to both of you. You could have lost him; he could have lost you. Bakugo realized, strapped to that chair, with the grey-haired, handy man holding a picture of you from the sports festival while babbling some vague threats, that he wanted to protect you, protect what he loved. He loved you. And he had to be better for you. He also realized that he wanted to go back to you. Dammit, he still didn’t apologize for what he said! He needed to return.

He no longer fought against the tide, he didn’t want to, and he wasn’t going to. And with his fruitless squirming against the current coming to an end, he began to rise to the surface, the gradually heating waters holding him afloat.

His return was a giant relief, you wanted to jump into his arms the moment he was saved, but you knew better. He needed time to think, to sort out his thoughts. Though you didn’t expect that he would sort out his thoughts with his fists. With Midoriya. Actually, scratch that, it was a very Bakugo thing to do.

That night you couldn’t sleep, sitting on the U.A. dorms Alliance stairs with a steaming mug of tea between your clutches. Your eyes, which had been transfixed on the constellations lining the night sky, blinked downward when you heard two pairs of footfalls approaching. You instantly recognized the two boys, beaten and battered.

“(name)...?”

His abnormally scratchy voice greeted you, you didn’t have to strain your ears to conclude that he’d been crying. Your stares were riddled with unspoken words, unvoiced feelings, leaving a pregnant tension in the air. A haggard throat-clearing cut through the quiet.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” And with that, the one-for-all user excused himself into the dormitory.

Katsuki shifted his weight, clearly uncomfortable. He knew what he needed to say he just couldn’t find the will to swallow the lump in his throat and say it.

“Hey, umm-”

Before he can get another syllable out, a force collided with him, shaky arms circling his broad shoulders, mindful of the bruises that littered his porcelain skin. Eyes blown wide; he couldn’t fathom the words that were uttered into his chest.

“I love you, Katsuki. I love you.” A sniff followed the heartfelt words, he felt some tears brimming his own lids.

Carefully bringing his arms around you, wrapping them securely around your waist. Katsuki drifted and swayed on your waves, surfing them skillfully, fully abandoning his past ways, no longer would he scuffle with the ebb and flow of the waters that only hoped of propelling him forward towards his goal. His red gems drifted to the sky, mapping out the stars much like a lost sailor would in search of guidance, though he was anything but lost in that very moment.

His lids dropped, thoroughly fatigued from the day’s events, before his head followed suit, descending and placing feather-like kiss on your head, his strong arms keeping you nestled as close as possible against his chest, a quiet murmur with powerful words left his lips,

“I love you, too. I’m sorry.”

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo imagine #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo x you #bakugou x you #bakugou katsuki #bakugo angst #bakugo fluff

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captain-josslett · 4 years ago

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Broken Melody - Part Eleven

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve,

Summary: Grammy Award winning Emma Danvers is the first to say she has a pretty good life. But what happens when it implodes around her and it looks like things will never be the same again?

Words: 5.1k+

Warnings: Angst, Injury, Comfort, Needles, Medical stuff

Pairings: Emma Danvers x Lena Luthor

This Part: Emma has been injected with the Phoenix Serum. But is it too late?

Not gonna lie I struggled with this part. My inner demons saying I wasn’t good enough. Well you know what... I listened but wrote it anyway!

As always B!D is named and I have dyslexia so any grammatical or spelling errors... I’m blaming that!

Thank you for reading and let me know if you wanna be tagged or any general feedback will be greatly appreciated.

Taglist: @finleyfray, @life-is-hella-unfair, @natasha-danvers, @supergirl-writingz

The sounds of beeps, the ventilator and soft breathing is all that fills Emma Danvers’ medical room at the DEO. Lena and Eliza are dozing in chairs next to Emma’s bed. They just couldn’t keep their eyes open any longer having stayed awake for over seventy two hours.

Thankfully Emma was out of the critical condition she was in over forty eight hours ago. The Superfriends had watched in amazement and alarm as the phoenix serum slowly worked, healing Emma. How the swelling surrounding Emma’s deformed face deflated in front of their eyes and Emma’s body jerked as bones snapped back into place. The blonde had been completely unrecognisable, but now her features had returned. Eliza couldn’t help but reach out and genty cup her daughter’s face. Tears streamed down the Mom’s cheeks at the sight of her beautiful daughter. The bruising was still prominent but in time they would fade.

Doctor Hamilton had also been astonished by the progress. Heartbreakingly convinced that Emma wasn’t going to pull through when there was nothing else she could do.

But when Emma became more stable the Doctor politely asked if she could do more tests. Mainly MRIs and X-Rays to study more closely what effect the phoenix serum had done.

Eliza readily agreed and the scans and tests were performed. They marveled at the results. Doctor Hamilton still shakes her head at the difference between the first scans done, while they were operating on Emma, against the recent ones. “If I hadn't known Emma’s situation I would have said they were taken months apart.” Doctor Hamilton had said to the Superfriends, Eliza and Lena nod in agreement.

Soon the Doctor had felt comfortable enough to start weaning Emma off the ventilator. Believing she will be able to breathe on her own from the progress the phoenix serum has made and sh was happy Emma’s lungs have healed enough.

But they still need to follow protocol and do it slowly as weaning takes time. Another protocol was not allowing family and friends in the room while the Spontaneous Breathing Trial was happening. Which always made the Superfriends feel nervous when they had to leave Emma’s room to let the test begin. Lena practically wore the floor out as she paced up and down the corridor. She knows it’s silly for her to worry so much as the ventilator will stop the trial if Emma’s stats aren’t where they should be. But she can’t help it. Lena only collapsed into the chair outside Emma’s room when Doctor Hamilton let them know there were no issues.

Finally the Doctor gives the go ahead to reduce the sedative and allow Emma to wake up before removing the ventilator and tube. A few times bloodshot, hazel green eyes would open but slowly close again. Not really conscious or connecting with anything.

Lena would jump up everytime, calling to Emma and praying she’d stay awake. Her worry of the implications of the phoenix serum and the psychological trauma the attack could cause was overwhelming her. But she vowed to stand with Emma every step of the way. She had hoped to get Kelly’s opinion but the psychologist has not appeared. Only responding to messages saying she will come in when she can. But as the days pass by, Lena and the Superfriends worry what Kelly absence could do to Alex on top of everything else.

The door to Emma’s room softly opens causing Lena’s head to snap up.

“Sorry.” Sam says quietly and Lena winces at the crink in her neck. She rubs it with her right hand while her left holds Emma’s hand. “I bought coffee.” Sam holds up the take away tray, having picked them up from the nearest coffee shop after finishing work. Placing the tray on the table beside Lena and quietly getting a chair for herself. Not wanting to disturb a still sleeping Eliza.

“Thanks.” Lena yawns and rubs her eyes. Taking her cup from the tray and passing Sam’s over to her.

“No change?” Sam looks sadly at Emma, her head is slightly elevated to lessen any complications like pneumonia and Lena shakes her head, sipping her drink.

“She’s opened her eyes a few times but it’s more her body doing it then she’s actually conscious.” Lena rubs Emma’s hand, careful not to knock the cannula or the restraints. “Doctor Hamilton thinks she will wake soon.”

“That’s good. Will she freak out with the tube in her mouth though?”

“Everyone reacts differently to it. Doctor Hamilton is hoping they can do the final test when Emma’s still not really with it. But we have to see.” Personally Lena would rather the tube be taken out right away. She hates the look of it, like the bruises all over Emma, a reminder of the trauma Emma has been though. But, the breathing tube saved Emma’s life when her body was shutting down. So Lena can’t hate the tube too much.

Sam watches Lena and bites her lip, wanting to ask another question but worried Lena may take it the wrong way.

“Sam?” Of course Lena picks up on her friend’s hesitation.

Sam studies the blonde carefully. Remembering the first time she had seen her friend. How Emma’s face hadn’t even looked like a face due to her cheeks being cracked and broken. She turns and looks at Lena. “Are you worried about the damages we can’t see?”

“You mean the physiological damage?” Lena asks sadly and Sam nods. “Yes I am. I mean, what happened to her-” Lena strays off, unable to find the words. “I’m kind of expecting the worst.”

“And that's okay.” Sam gently places a hand on Lena’s shoulder. “But, we also need to hope for the best.” For a moment Lena lets go of Emma’s hand to place hers on top of Sam’s. She doesn’t notice the slight twitch of Emma’s fingers when she lets go.

“Any progress on the cure for Alex and Kara?” Sam asks as she drinks her coffee.

Lena shakes her head and holds Emma’s hand again, running her thumb over Emma’s knuckles. “Brainy is working on it. It’s similar to the Red Kryptonite Kara was infected with.” She grits her teeth slightly before continuing. “But whoever developed this version made sure it wouldn’t be easy to fix.”

Sam exhales sadly. Frustrated at the lack of progress for getting Alex back.

‘And Kara.’ Sam thinks quickly.

“I’m sure they’ll have a breakthrough soon.” Sam smiles encouragingly at her friend.

Lena nods and the corner of her mouth twitches up slightly in response to Sam’s smile. But it soon falls again. She does feel bad for not helping the effort to cure her friends. She knows if she helped Brainy with the cure it would be produced a lot quicker. But she doesn't want to leave Emma's side. She can’t. Subconsciously she keeps continuing to rub her thumb over Emma’s hand.

“How’s Ruby?” She asks quietly.

“Worried. We argued when I wouldn’t allow her to come with me.” Sam sighs. “She wants to see Emma and doesn’t understand why Alex and Kara aren’t answering her texts. I hate being the strict Mom.”

“You did the right thing.” The two friends quickly look over at Eliza. “It wouldn’t have done her any good to be here.”

“Sorry, did we wake you?” Lena asks worriedly.

Eliza shakes her head as she sits up. “Was just resting my eyes.”

Sam hands Eliza her drink and the three women continue to talk. All the while Lena strokes Emma’s hand. She pauses the motion when she places her empty cup on the table. Suddenly she whips back around. Certain she had felt a slight pressure on her hand.

Pain.

That was all Emma could feel. She tries to breathe but flinches at the movement of her abdomen and chest. Feeling a tightness in her skin she’s never felt before.

Her head aches like it was forced inside of a huge speaker and the volume turned up full while a bass guitar thumps away.

Next she notices the pain in her swollen throat. And something was in her mouth. How air was being pushed into her lungs. A sensation Emma didn’t like the feeling of.

As Emma becomes more and more aware of the other parts of her body, she feels a pressure surrounding her right hand. Something, a thumb, stroking her knuckles. It soothes Emma and grounds her. But for a moment it stops. Emma protests by weakly moving her fingers. Soon the thumb returns and Emma hears muffled, far away noises. Like she’s underwater.

But Emma tries to relax and focus on the motion of the thumb. But again it stops and Emma slightly squeezes the hand. Wanting them to continue.

Suddenly Emma hears a louder muffled sound much closer to her.

The pressure around her hand tightens.

The noise increases. Words? But she can’t understand them.

Slowly Emma opens her eyes but immediately closes them again. Wincing at the harsh, bright light surrounding her.

She tries to whimper but nothing comes out of her mouth due to the tube. Emma frowns and a hand cups her face causing her eyes to blink open again.

The room was darker but Emma was seeing two Lenas. Her lips were moving and Emma could hear her muffled voice. But not the words.

Emma attempts to move her head to the side to see Lena better.

She tries to talk. But she chokes on the tube instead. Her body starts gagging at the foreign object in her throat. This makes her start to panic. Her eyes move quickly around the room. Her vision bounces around but she makes out her Mom and Sam.

Two bright lights enter her eyesight as Doctor Hamilton replaces Lena. She waves it in front of Emma’s face and the blonde tries to follow it but she can’t focus.

‘What happened?’ Emma wants to say. ‘Where’s Alex and Kara?’

Alex and Kara.

Suddenly Emma remembers what happened.

The red, glowing eyes. The pain. The hurt. The anger and hatred.

Her body starts to tremble. Her skin gets clammy. She feels the blood drain from her face.

The pain in her throat intensifies.

Two Lenas are in front of her again, holding her face. Her mouth is moving quickly but Emma can’t make out the words.

Emma feels like her sisters are choking her again. She wants to rip their hands away but her arms aren’t moving. So Emma kicks out, trying to escape.

A pressure on top of her right hand draws her eyes down. She makes out two syringes above the cannulas in her hands.

A warm liquid enters her system and spreads from her hand. Her eyes droop. Her head falls back and she’s placed softly back against the pillow.

Then. Nothing.

“Emma? Love, please calm down. You’re okay. Emma please breathe darling.” Lena’s hidden Irish tone breaks through as she panics, trying to calm her girlfriend. But Emma starts kicking out her legs as she tries to move her restrained arms. Her bloodshot eyes are wide and her face full of fear. Lena watches in horror as Emma starts choking against the breathing tube. Her ragged breathing was not matching with the machine.

Lena feels Doctor Hamilton come alongside her and she glances down as the Doctor injects Emma with a sedative. Lena looks back up at Emma’s bloodshot hazel green eyes as they start to close and the blonde suddenly goes slack. Lena reaches out behind Emma and gently rests her head back against the pillow. The increased beeping of Emma’s heart monitor finally slows down.

“What happened?” J’onn asks as he enters the room, having heard the commotion from the command center.

“Emma woke up but-” Sam doesn’t know what to say. It had happened so suddenly.

Lena had jumped up when she felt Emma move her fingers again, calling to her girlfriend to open her eyes. When Emma finally did she had winced, immediately closing them again. Lena ordered Sam to quickly turn the lights down. She desperately called out to Emma to open her eyes again, cupping her face to reassure her. When Emma finally did she noticed how Emma couldn’t focus. How she moved her head trying to see them. Then Doctor Hamilton moved her out of the way and all Lena could do was helplessly watch as Emma got more and more agitated.

“They had to sedate her again.” Eliza says with tears falling down her face. “I don’t think she could hear us.”

Sam nods. “Yea and she couldn’t focus.”

“I suspect, due to her head injuries.” Doctor Hamilton writes some notes down in her tablet. “Most likely Emma has double vision, temporary deafness, among other things.” Doctor Hamilton picks up her otoscope and looks into Emma’s ears. “There’s evidence of barotrauma.”

Sam blinks confused.

“Ear damage.” Doctor Hamilton says simply.

“Is it permanent?” Sam asks again and Lena collapses back into her chair. Reaching out for Emma’s hand.

“Hard to tell.” The Doctor swallows before looking at them. “I’m sorry I didn’t check her ears when I was doing my assessment.”

“It’s okay Amelia.” J’onn tries to reassure her.

Lena doesn’t listen to the conversation the other three people in the room have. Her full focus is on Emma. She frowns, trying to understand why Emma's ears and eyes haven’t healed entirely like her bones. Her eyes glance at Emma’s left shoulder in the sling. How the MRI they did after the serum was administered had shown the muscles hadn’t fully healed like the bones.

Lena feels her eyes fill with tears. Again. She looks up and blinks rapidly to stop them.

“Hey.” Sam says gently, sitting next to her friend. “It’s okay.”

Lena squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head. Unable to talk.

“It is.” Sam places a comforting hand on Lena’s shoulder. “Emma woke up Lena.” Sam’s voice breaks as her own eyes glisten with tears. “If you had told me Emma was going to wake up after the first time I saw her. I wouldn’t have believed you.”

A sob erupts from Lena’s mouth and Sam pulls her into a hug.

J’onn and Eliza watch them sadly from across the room.

“I wish Lena would stop blaming herself.” Eliza says gently.

J’onn watches how Lena breaks apart again. How surprised he is that the once closed off Luthor was now a openly broken mess. “Lena really loves her.”

“Yes.” Eliza nods sadly, keeping her eyes on the CEO. “I remember the first time Emma told me about Lena. Of course I had met her before through Kara but, there was something in Emma’s eyes, her tone of voice. I knew she felt more for her than just friendship.”

For years Eliza had watched her baby daughter fall more and more in love with the youngest Luthor. How Emma’s face lit up everytime Lena’s name was mentioned or Emma was talking about the raven haired woman. Eliza had gently prodded her daughter to figure out her feelings, but the Danvers matriarch knew it would happen eventually. However, her heart now broke at the awful predicament her family now found themselves in. All Eliza could do was pray and hope they’d get through it.

Taking a deep breath Eliza turns towards J’onn. “How are Kara and Alex?”

J’onn nods to his head to the door and the two quietly leave the room. J’onn makes sure the door closes behind him. “They are still under the effect of this new Red Kryptonite but Brainy is getting closer to a cure.” He pauses and crosses his arms over his chest. “We’ve managed to subdue them as they kept charging at the force fields and we have installed red sun lamps.”

Eliza nods sadly. “Are they together?”

“No. Though they can see each other. It was one big cell but I ordered for a force field to separate them. There's no telling what they could inflict on each other. Especially with Kara being powerless.”

Eliza places her hands on her hips to try and compose herself.

J’onn watches her. Sensing the turmoil the older blonde is going through. But he doesn’t tune into her thoughts. “How are you holding up?”

“My daughters are being torn apart J’onn.” Eliza eyes glisten with tears. “Emma was practically beaten to death by her sisters. While Kara and Alex have been mentally abused by whatever substance they were forcibly given and I could do nothing to stop it.” Eliza sobs into her hands while J’onn reaches out and holds her close. “What kind of Mom am I?”

“You all have been through so much and I know you will all get through this too.” J’onn says tenderly as he holds the crying blonde. He too hates how his girls have been manipulated and treated “You are not alone in this, I and many others stand with you.”

Eliza relaxes into his hold and they stand there for a few moments before Eliza pulls away, wiping the tears from her face. “Thank you J’onn. I’m going to freshen up.”

J’onn nods and watches her head towards the nearest bathroom. He sighs heavily and goes back to Alex’s lab where Brainy is working on the cure.

“Anything?” J’onn asks hopefully as he opens the door.

Nia looks up at him and shakes her head.

J’onn approaches the other alien. He notices how Brainy doesn’t blink and the bags under his eyes. “Brainy, have you had any rest?” J’onn asks. But Brainy doesn’t respond.

“No he hasn’t.” Nia says quietly.

“Brainy, I am ordering you to leave this lab and get some rest.” But when Brainy doesn’t respond J’onn takes the tablet away from his hands. Causing Brainy to blink up at him. “Rest. Now.”

Brainy nods and shuffles towards the sleeping barracks in the building. Nia quickly rushes to his side and holds his hand.

“Make sure he sleeps.” J’onn orders and Nia acknowledges him as they walk past. He looks back at the equipment Brainy has been using and prays he will find a cure soon. As he turns to leave a bright light flashes behind him. J’onn quickly turns and a small smile pulls at his lips at the sight of his friend.

“Miss me?”

An annoying beep is all Emma can hear as she slowly wakes up. Frowning she tries to move her hand to stop the alarm clock but something is holding her hand down.

“Emma? Love? Can you hear me?” Emma nods slightly to let Lena know she can hear her. Wondering why she sounds so panicked. “Oh thank god.” Lena’s velvet voice gasps out.

Emma blinks her heavy eyes open. Lena is standing over. A worried expression on her face. Emma realises she’s in a hospital room. ‘What happened?’

“Hi.” Lena says softly as she cups Emma’s face. The blonde goes to respond but she frowns at the tube in her mouth. “Emma?” Lena copies Emma’s frown as she looks into her bloodshot hazel green eyes.

Emma reaches up to pull the tube out but finds her arms are restrained. Instead her fingers manage to poke the tube.

“No love, leave that. Doctor Hamilton will be here soon to remove it.”

Emma wants to cry at that. She hates how the ventilator is breathing for her. Like she wants to take a breath but the machine isn’t letting her.

Emma’s eyes start to feel heavy again. She shakes her head to try and stay awake.

“Ah! Emma! Good you’re awake!” Emma hears Doctor Hamilton’s voice as she enters the room. Emma sluggishly motions at the tube. “Yes we are going to get right on that. We needed to make sure you can breathe on your own first before we remove it.”

A few nurses enter the room and usher Lena out. Emma wishes her girlfriend could stay. Feeling confused at what’s going on.

‘Was I in an accident?’ Emma tries to remember but her mind is blank. She notices her left arm is in a sling and her whole body aches.

Doctor Hamilton breaks her out of her thoughts by inclining the bed so she’s sat up more. The Doctor also talks her through what they are going to do. Emma nods along and tries not to worry.

The medical team stands around her and supports Emma. They are with her every step of the way and when Emma feels the machine stop pushing air into the lungs, she almost sighs in relief. Relieved she is able to take a breath on our own. She smiles around the tube and watches the Doctor look at the screens and observes Emma’s diaphragm.

“That’s brilliant Emma.” Doctor Hamilton smiles down at her.

Finally the tube was removed from Emma’s throat. It was severely unpleasant but the blonde was beyond pleased it was gone. An oxygen mask now replaces the tube but Emma doesn’t mind. At least she’ll be able to talk.

As the medical team leave the room Emma watches as Lena and her Mom race back in. But Emma could also feel her eyes starting to droop again.

“Emma it’s okay. We’ll be here.” Lena’s velvet voice says, holding Emma’s hand tightly as Emma’s falls back to sleep.

The sun rises the next morning and Lena feels fingers stroking her hair. Her face is pressed against Emma’s bed having fallen asleep watching her girlfriend. Waiting for the moment Emma’s eyes will open again.

Slowly the CEO opens her own eyes and is greeted with Emma’s bloodshot hazel green ones looking lovingly down at her. Lena smiles sleepily and lifts her head. Wincing at the crink there.

“Morning love.” Lena yawns as she massages her neck. “How are you?”

Lena watches as Emma reaches up to her throat and pats in gently. “Is it sore?” Lena asks and Emma nods. “Badly?” Emma nods again and winches as she swallows to try to relieve the pain. “That’s not surprising but try not to talk okay? Doctor Hamilton will probably assess your throat.”

Not liking that she can’t communicate Emma lifts her right hand and makes a writing motion.

“You want to write?” Lena asks, watching as Emma gives her a small smile. Relief fills Lena that the blonde is more with it, but this also terrifies her too. Knowing Emma will want to ask questions.

Lena quickly searches around the room for something Emma can write with, but sees nothing. “Erm… Hang on.” She quickly presses the call button next to Emma’s bed and a nurse enters the room.

“Ah! Miss Danvers is awake.” The nurse smiles warmly but her sudden appearance makes Emma jump.

“Yes, can you let Doctor Hamilton know? Could we also have a notebook and a pen please? And some ice chips?” She notices how Emma keeps trying to swallow and winch everytime.

“Of course Ms Luthor.” The nurse leaves quickly.

Lena turns back to Emma and gives her a small smile. Which Emma returns under the oxygen mask. She holds Emma’s hand and places kisses on it and they wait in silence because at this moment, Lena doesn’t know what to say to her love. That no words would be able to express the horror she’s felt the past few days. The worry that consumed her whole being and the feeling that her world was coming to an end.

A squeeze of her hand makes Lena snap out of her thoughts. Emma moves her mouth and Lena tries to lip read.

“You either said olive juice, elephant shoes or I love you.” Lena tilts her head and narrows her eyes. “I’m going to go with elephant shoes.” She says seriously, causing Emma to smile again and her mouth opens to laugh. But only air is expelled.

Emma blinks and her face freezes. She tries to laugh again. But only air comes out. She tries to groan. To make any noise. But again she only hears air.

“Em?” Lena watches in alarm, not understanding what Emma is trying to do.

Emma rips her hand from Lena’s and feels her swollen throat. She winches at the contact.

“Emma.” Lena stands, trying to soothe her girlfriend and gently takes Emma’s hand again. “Please love, take deep breaths. Calm.”

But Emma feels anything but calm. However before she can panic anymore the nurse comes back in.

“Doctor Hamilton will be with you shortly and here is your notebook and ice chips!” The nurse hands the items to Lena who takes them gratefully. “I would advise you to swallow a few small ones and then suck them slowly, okay Emma?” The blonde nods and the nurse gives her a reassuring smile before leaving again.

“She seems… Chirpy.” Lena says sarcastically causing Emma to breath out through her nose like a chuckle. Lena carefully removes Emma’s oxygen mask and picks up the cup of ice and a spoon.

“Okay, open up.” Lena lifts the spoon with an ice chip on and carefully places it in Emma’s mouth. “What?” Lena smiles at Emma’s amused face. The blonde motions for the notebook and Lena hands it and the pen to her.

‘I thought you were going to start making airplane noises or something.’ Emma writes and Lena laughs.

“What like this?” Lena lifts the spoon high above herself. “Here comes the plane! Coming into land! Neowwwww!”

For a moment Emma looks at her like she’s gone mad, which Lena doesn’t blame her for, but the blonde breaks out in such a bright smile and a few more breaths escape her mouth.

Lena blinks at the noise. ‘Is she trying to laugh?’ She thinks worriedly. ‘That explains her freak out just now-’

“Do you need anymore?” Lena asks, trying to distract her thoughts. Emma nods and the corner of Lena’s mouth pulls up when she starts making a train noise. Causing Emma to roll her eyes fondly.

After a few more spoonfuls Emma lies back. She grabs the pen and starts writing again. ‘What happened?’

“Oh Em- I- Er-” Emma watches Lena confused as she stutters. Which was very un-Lena like. She starts writing again.

‘Was I in an accident?’ Emma watches Lena closely as she reads it. How her girlfriend bites the corner of her lip in worry. A sign Lena is stressed and concerned.

Slowly green eyes connect with hers. Emma can tell Lena is carefully choosing her words. “Yes, there was an accident.”

Emma narrows her eyes slightly at Lena’s vague response. Heightening her sense of worry.

“Em, please don’t look at me like that.”

‘How long was I out?’ Emma writes before showing it to Lena.

“About four to five days.”

Emma blinks and suddenly straightens causing her to flinch at the movement. ‘THE TOUR?!’

Lena exhales softly. “It’s been postponed.”

Emma’s shoulders sag and flattens her head against the pillow, lifting her head to the ceiling. Guilt floods into her at the thought of the band and her team. Everyone who works on the tour. Who rely on her.

“Hey, Em, please don’t think that way.” Lena holds Emma’s hand as if hearing Emma’s thoughts. “Em, love, please look at me.”

Slowly Emma lowers her head, her bloodshot eyes glisten with tears.

“Oh love.” Lena puts the ice chips on a table and sits on the bed, cupping Emma’s face. “The fans understand and the insurance companies have this covered. All everyone wants is for you to heal and be well. Okay?”

Emma nods her head and she quickly writes on the pad. ‘I hate letting people down.’

“Oh love. I know. But you aren’t letting anyone down.” Emma nods her head again but her face scrunches up. She squeezes her eyes shut, overwhelmed by the emotions that hit her at full force. She feels Lena carefully sit on the bed and pull her into a hug. Her body protests but the feel of being in her girlfriend’s arms is what she needs right now.

Before long the door opens. The girlfriends pull apart and they both wipe tears from their faces.

Eliza and Doctor Hamilton enter the room.

“Emma!” Eliza breathes out and rushes to her daughters side. Lena moves so Eliza can take Emma’s hand. “How are you feeling baby girl?” She frowns when Emma removes her hand and starts writing. Eliza quickly looks at Lena who is quietly talking with Doctor Hamilton.

Emma points at the pad and Eliza reads. ‘I feel a bit out of it. Lena said I was in an accident?’

“Yes, you were.” Eliza chokes out and Emma squeezes her hand before writing again.

‘Was it bad?’

Not knowing how to answer Eliza just nods. “Are you in any pain?”

‘Yes, my left shoulder hurts slightly and my body aches all over. But my throat really hurts.’

Emma watches as her Mom reads the pad. “Okay well it may be due to the ventilator, hopefully Doctor Hamilton can give you something for that.”

Hearing her name the Doctor comes over to Emma’s other side. Lena grabs a chair and sits next to Eliza. The two exchange worried glances.

“Hello Emma, my name is Doctor Hamilton and I’ve been the doctor assigned to your case.” She looks down at her tablet and reads her notes. “So, as I can imagine, you have a lot of questions. But may I examine you and ask you a few before I answer any of yours?”

Emma nods, before looking at her Mom and Lena. They smile at her in support but Emma can tell something is off.

The Doctor gets to work with her assessment, taking Emma’s temperature, blood pressure, amongst many other tests.

“Can you tell me of any pain you are feeling?” Doctor Hamilton asks. Emma lifts the pad and shows what she wrote to her Mom. “No other pain?”

‘My chest hurts too. I can’t describe it though. Like I can feel all the muscles around my ribs.’

“Okay.” The brunette writes some more notes in her tablet. “So the pain in your throat, on a scale of one to ten?”

Emma holds up five fingers and then three.

“Eight?” The Doctor asks and Emma nods. “That is most likely due to the trauma you received and the tube. I would advise you try not to talk for a few days and only eat soft foods. Then we can reassess later on.”

Emma bites her lip slightly before writing. ‘Is it normal I can’t make any noise?’

“It’s not uncommon due to the swelling around the area and the breathing tube. I’ll give you some medication that should reduce the swelling there.”

Emma smiles in relief and so does Lena and Eliza.

“Any other questions?”

Emma nods and starts writing again. ‘I can’t remember the accident.’

“What is the last thing you can remember?”

Emma moves the pen over the paper. ‘Saying goodbye to Lena before

Emma stops writing and freezes. Red glowing eyes and harsh words fill her senses.

“Emma?”

“Em? Love?”

The blonde blinks and looks into the blue and green eyes of her Mom and her girlfriend.

Emma starts writing again and everyone’s stomachs drop when she holds the pad up.

‘Where’s Alex and Kara?’

(Part Twelve)

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The Innocent 15

It has been a month since the dance and word had gotten around that Oscar and Elizabeth were dating within the community so they were able to show a little PDA around certain places, the bodega being one of them. Olivia had moved back to Texas because her parents were able to come back and she didn't want to be in Freeridge anymore causing Ruby to be in a funk so Mario called Elizabeth to see if she could come with him to the bodega.

Elizabeth went to the bodega to see Mario just arriving so she went up to him and they both gathered all of Ruby's favorite snacks, but didn't see the cholo that was getting a couple beers. Mario and Elizabeth poured out the contents in their basket while Oscar put down his beers so they turned and Mario and Oscar did their man hug.

"Que onda, compa?" Oscar smirked.

"What's up, man? How are you?" Mario smiled

"Heard the good news. Congrats, Papa," Oscar smirked, pulling Elizabeth in with a hug with one arm and a kiss to the cheek, "hola, hermosa,"

"Thanks, man." Mario looked down at the treats,

"Hola, handsome," Elizabeth giggled, running her thumb across his cheek.

Oscar looked at the sweets, "baby mama cravings? Wait," Oscar pulled a Reese's, "Elizabeth cravings,"

Elizabeth slapped his chest, "shut the fuck up, estupido. I'm gonna tell ma that you're being mean and these are for Ruby, Reese's are mine,"

"She loves me more than you though," Oscar laughed, "turn it up,"

The cashier turned up the radio, "The LAPD is asking for the public's help in identifying the suspects who are still at large,"

"So how's little man?" Oscar asked.

"You know, he's been better," Mario nodded.

"He's been through it," Oscar agreed.

"Yeah, man. Uh, I never seen him like this before. Been monitoring him and nothing will get him out of bed," Mario crossed his arms.

Oscar turned his head to look at Mario with a smirk, "Nothing?"

Now the trio were back at Geny's house and in Ruby's room so Elizabeth laid on top of Ruby as Oscar leaned over his blanket covered body, pulling it away. Ruby groaned at Elizabeth's body laying on top of him, thinking it was Mario. "Mario, I just wanna sleep," Ruby covered his body again, but Oscar pulled it off again.

Ruby pulled up his face mask to see Oscar, "wakey wakey, biatch," Ruby hurriedly sat up and on the edge of the bed, next to Oscar as Elizabeth continued to lay there, holding a stuffed animal close to her as she closed her eyes.

"You got a lot of furry friends," Oscar held two in his hands.

"They're the twins," Ruby grumbled.

Oscar turned to him to look at him weirdly, "you named them?" Elizabeth chuckled at the thought of Ruby naming stuffed animals.

"No. That's my brother and..." Ruby sighed, "it doesn't matter," he laid down next to Elizabeth and she held Ruby.

Oscar put the toys down and stood up, "get up. We're going to a party,"

"I'm not in a celebratory move," Ruby turned around.

There was a silence that took over until Oscar spoke again, "I've lost people too,"

Ruby turned to Oscar, "then you should know how I feel,"

"Yup. So, let's go," Oscar said as Elizabeth got up and patted Ruby on his chest, "c'mon, Rubes. Let's go and distract yourself from Olivia leaving,"

"A party isn't going to help," Ruby said.

Oscar looked annoyed so he threw the blanket off and turned around, "don't make me carry you," Ruby sat up and glared at the Santos leader, scoffing as he moved to stand up, but the baby monitor sounded, "can I come too? Please?" Elizabeth giggled and said yes into the monitor.

The now quadruple made their way to Oscar's place which was a sad excuse of a party, but Elizabeth knew that Ruby would feel better once he organized it, but she wasn't going to push him. Oscar pointed the brothers out to the backyard as he pulled Elizabeth towards the inside of the house and she was confused. Her boyfriend had closed the door and into the kitchen as he lifted her up onto the counter, standing between her legs.

"How are you, bebe?" Oscar put his hands on her thighs.

"I'm fine, 'Scar? Why?" Elizabeth looked at him weird.

"Nada pero it's been a month and it's like you working all the time," Oscar sighed, "you need to stop working and studying once in a while and just hang with me or even your dumbass friends of yours, mamita. Chill and do whatever you want for at least one day,"

"I'm here with you, aren't I?" Elizabeth chuckled, "babe, don't worry about me. I got this and I need to do this. I need the money to help my mom, you know this,"

"So let me help y'all," Oscar put his hands on her cheeks to give her a kiss, "por favor,"

Elizabeth glared, "no. You save your money and do stuff you need to do in the future. What if you want to finally get out of here? I don't know, Oscar. Just save your money,"

Oscar rolled his eyes as he helped Elizabeth get down and got shots for the brothers and himself, but not Elizabeth since she didn't really drink or like to drink. Instead, she got herself one of the iced teas that Oscar bought a case of for her in the fridge.

"Having a good time?" Oscar asked as he held out the shots towards the brothers.

"Honestly," Ruby began, btu got cut off by Mario, "the best...time,"

The older guys had held the shot and did the cheers, "Para arriba, para abajo, alcentro, y adentro," They downed the shot then looked at Ruby who didn't take the shot, "I prefer to sip,"

Oscar shook his head and walked away, but Elizabeth hung back with the brothers as Mario grabbed Ruby's shoulder, "Dude, relax. We are at a party,"

"Yeah, a Santos party," Ruby snapped.

"So? It's not like somebody's gonna come in here and wet the place up with the truce and all so just breathe. Have a drink or four. I'm not gonna tell mom, alright?" Ruby still didn't look convinced, "look, think of today as a rare chance to hang with your big bro. Alright? 'Cause tonight, I got you. I got you!" Mario turned to look at the girls that just entered the party, "doesn't that look like...oh shit!" Mario turned to block himself from Angela's view, "It's Angelica. Oh, my God. I can't face her. I'm...I'm a dropout living at home. I'm a cliche! Am I a cliche?"

Elizabeth nodded along Ruby, "Yeah, you kinda are,"

"I gotta hide," Mario ran away, leaving Ruby and Elizabeth.

The two sat down as Ruby groaned about not wanting to be there, but Elizabeth pointed at the sad station with drinks and food. "Why don't you get a drink and feng shui this sad party?" Elizabeth winked at the small smile on Ruby's face.

Ruby started ordering people around to set everything up as Elizabeth walked inside of the house to grab another iced tea. She felt hands on her waist and thought it was Oscar, but when she turned it wasn't Oscar, but a new Santo so she got scared.

"What d-do you want? Don't touch me," Elizabeth backed up.

"Oh, c'mon, ma. We can go somewhere and...get to know each other," the Santo said.

"No. I'm good, t-thanks though," Elizabeth tried to walk past, but he wouldn't let her go, "can I please leave? I don't want to do anything with you,"

"She told you to leave her alone, cabron," the familiar deep voice was heard.

"Oh, c'mon, Spooky. I just want to have a little fun with this hyna," the Santo smirked at the jefe.

"She is mine, estupido. Do not go near her and do not touch her ever again or I will shoot you," Oscar threatened as he walked closer to the newbie,

"I-i umm I'm sorry, jefe. Lo siento mucho,''The Santo scurried away.

Oscar huffed as he got closer to Elizabeth, "I always gotta scare these lil boys away from you, hermosa. I don't like when guys think they can get a piece of you when you're all mine," Oscar put a hand around her throat gently as he leaned down to give her a slow and sensual kiss.

She bit her lip as she felt his grip tighten ever so lightly around her throat and looked up at the older man with lust filled innocent eyes. Oscar looked at her with the same lust filled eyes, but knew that he couldn't take it farther than a make out or maybe even only some foreplay if Elizabeth was comfortable with it. He got his answer when Elizabeth pulled Oscar into his room and pushed him to lay on his bed as she straddled and continued to slowly make out with him as she bit his lip. He groaned as she grinded against his crotch so Elizabeth pulled off his shirt and kissed down his neck, leaving a couple hickies on his neck and chest.

When she got down closer to his shorts, she slowly unbuckled the belt and slid the shorts off to his ankles, leaving his boxers on to tease him as she gripped it in her hand. Oscar got up onto his elbows as he glared, "don't tease, mami,"

She giggled and pulled down his boxers, looking at his length slap against his stomach so she licked a long stripe from the base to the tip, hearing Oscar lay back down with a heavy breath. Elizabeth took a deep breath as she put it in her mouth and sucked, her hands grasping what she couldn't fit in her mouth. Oscar responded with groans and hands grasping at the sheets until he couldn't take it anymore and put his hand on her head and guided her as he thrusted into her warm mouth. She had gagged, but didn't care in the slightest since she kind of liked it as she felt tears spring up in her eyes.

"Fuck, mami. You're doin' really good for it to be your first time, huh," Oscar praised as he continued to moan and groan until he came.

Elizabeth sucked it all up and quickly swallowed, then grabbed the bottle of water that was on the nightstand. Oscar stared at his girlfriend in surprise as she drank the water, "are you sure you never did anything to anybody in the past?"

Elizabeth giggled at the question and shook her head yes so Oscar grabbed her arms and pulled her to lay on the bed as he laid on top of her, "now it's my turn to return the favor," Oscar winked as he put a hand on her hip, dragging it down her thigh. He kissed down her neck, only giving her hickies on her chest and where her neck and shoulder met as he went down and took off her shirt and black lace bra, gripping her breasts for a moment before giving them attention causing Elizabeth to breath harder at the feel of his tongue on her nipples, but it ended too soon as he continued to go down further to her pants. He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled it off in one swift motion, leaving her in nothing, but her thong. Oscar bit his lip at the sight before him, but shook his head to get back into the moment as he pulled her to the edge of the bed by her ankles, kneeling down to be able to see her treasure. His finger had went over the thong to slowly pull it off as Oscar stared at the pretty sight before his eyes and he couldn't resist anymore and had to get a taste.

His tongue had come into contact with her clit as she gasped and stiffened up, but relaxed as he continued to eat her out as if he hadn't eaten anything at all. She put a hand on his bald head as she moaned at the feeling he was giving her. To him, she tasted like heaven and couldn't get enough of it as he gripped her hips and pulled her as close as she could get to his face. Sucking gently on her clit then inserting a digit or two caused her to get to her climax very quickly. Her body had begun shaking as she gripped her lover's head as she climaxed and relaxed again, but he didn't stop as he continued to eat her out.

Elizabeth giggled and finally was able to pull away and grin at her boyfriend that put on his boxers and laid next to her. She grabbed her thong, putting it back on, but put on Oscar's shirt instead of her own so she turned to lay down next to Oscar to see him staring at her with wide eyes, "what?"

"You just look very sexy in my clothes," Oscar smirked.

Elizabeth laughed, shaking her head to hear Ruby's name being chanted then his voice on the mic so she quickly pulled on her jeans, tucking in Oscar's shirt and pulled Oscar to the backyard. Ruby was quite frankly very drunk.

"I wanna give a big shout out to Spooky," Ruby said causing Spooky's name to be chanted, "I didn't want to come out tonight, but Spooky made me come," Ruby pointed at Oscar as he frowned and looked down, but Elizabeth chuckled and wrapped her arms around his waist with a wink, "and now I feel great! Like a new man, thank you, Spooky," Spooky gave a small smile at the freshman, "oh! I also want to give a shout out to my brother, Mario. I love you," Mario yelled it back, "and thank you for making me an uncle in the next few months,"

Elizabeth winced as she saw Angelica punch him in the face, "oh, uh, anyways," Ruby continued, "I've been in a really dark place. But tonight, yo, you guys have shown me the light so I wanna give something back. Yo, DJ, spin that shit!"

Ruby started rapping, but when he finished everybody began chanting "Prophets suck!" until a Santo ran up and suggested that they run up on them so everybody ran out, but Elizabeth pulled Oscar, "don't, please,"

"Mamita, I have to," Oscar sighed, "its Los Santos and I'm the jefe,"

Elizabeth sighed, but nodded anyways, giving Oscar a kiss on the cheek, "then be careful, please," Oscar nodded and walked out.

The brothers and Elizabeth quickly walked out of the Santos house and went home, but Cesar was there and looked kind of regretful so she put her stuff down and sat next to him, "what's up, hermano?"

"I-i may have had sex with my coworker," Cesar stuttered.

"What?" Elizabeth chuckled, "are you and Monse together? Did you guys talk?"

"No, she hasn't even texted in over a month," Cesar stressed.

"Then don't feel bad. You guys are broken up and you're moving on at least I think," Elizabeth shrugged, "just sleep on it and think it over tomorrow, properly,"

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years ago

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Light My Fire - CH08

Pairing: CEO!Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: She always thought her boss was an ill-tempered man, but when he presents her with a proposition she can’t quite deny, she gets to know him better. It’s not bad, right? Because all she has to do is being fake married to him for six months, sounds do-able, right? Right.

Warnings: Fluff, maybe a tiny sprinkle of angst

WC: 2649

Please share your thoughts with me, I’d love to hear your feedback.

Beta’d by @deanwanddamons <3

SERIES MATSTERLIST

BECOME A PATRON ~ BUY ME A COFFEE

The next morning, Y/N walks out of her room, dressed and ready to go to work at precisely 7.30am. She figured that she doesn’t have to get up as early as she did, because she basically lives a ten minutes walk away from the office. She’s early enough to be at the office at 8.00am and there’s still plenty of time to get a coffee into her system first.

Opening the door of her bedroom, she catches a whiff of Dean’s cologne and takes a deep breath. She doesn’t know why, but she loves it. There aren’t a lot of men’s cologne that she likes. The boys in the office don’t smell that good and Donatello’s cologne always makes her gag. That’s why she isn’t going near him if she can avoid it. She always likes Dean’s, though.

Rounding the corner into the living space she’s surprised to see Dean standing by the kitchen island. He’s usually already in the office at this time of the morning.

There’s a newspaper spread in front of him and he takes another sip of his coffee with a frown. When he notices her, he looks up, the frown evens out and there’s even a little smile decorating his face. She can probably count herself lucky that he’s in a good mood this morning, “Hey,”

“Why are you still here?” It’s her turn to frown because she did not expect him.

She walks over to the machine and Dean opens his mouth to speak but she pushes the button and the machine gurgles loudly. He has to chuckle and he takes another sip of his coffee, waits until the machine stops being so loud.

When her coffee’s ready, Dean speaks, “Thought we could go in together. We’re married, remember?”

Cocking an eyebrow she looks at him, “I do, but you’re still the CEO and you have a job to do.”

“Eh,” Dean shrugs, “There’s nothing I can’t do with my phone.” He waves his phone to emphasize it. “How are you feeling?”

She drinks half her coffee in one go because she doesn’t want to keep Dean here longer than he has to be. Wants to get going, because she knows how important it is for him to be on time which is before all his other employees start. She holds her mouth when she burns her tongue, “Ow,”. Definitely shouldn’t have drank it that fast.

“What?” He frowns.

“I just—” She pauses to trail her tongue along in her mouth, “Burned my tongue because I drank too fast.”

Dean has to chuckle, “You really don’t have to hurry,”

Y/N frowns at him some more, “Duh, I do? You’re waiting for me and I don’t want you to be late.”

“Jesus,” Dean walks over to her, comes to stand a mere inch away and cups her chin between his fingers, tilting her head up to look at him, “I really don’t mind, okay?”

She nods and Dean smiles, the crinkles around his eyes showing.

His hands go to the back of her neck, thumb stroking along her jawline. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“Uh-huh,” She says, her tongue still feels rough inside of her mouth and she doesn’t feel like talking.

Dean grins, “Where?”

She points her index finger to her mouth and Dean grins some more, leans down, presses his soft lips on hers.

There’s fluttering in her stomach. Why does it flutter? What the fuck is he doing to her?

“Better?” He asks but he doesn’t move away, his lips still ghosts over hers, his coffee breath mingling with her own.

“Tongue,” She manages to say without opening her mouth too much but she leaves her lips parted a little.

“Show me,” Dean demands, and watches her open her mouth. She sticks out her burned tongue.

He inspects it at first but then he moves closer, his lips seals around her tongue as he sucks it in. She can’t lie about it. It really does feel good. Dean’s tongue and mouth is smooth against her burned one.

It feels good but it’s also very bad because now she can’t quite get enough of it and Dean seems to have the same problem because his hands are on her ass and he goes further down, grabs her thighs and lifts her up to sit on the kitchen island. He slots himself between her thighs, kisses her rough and hard, bites down on her bottom lip, making her yelp, and she can hear him chuckle against her mouth.

“We should go,” She breathes against his lips, feels a little more than out of breath.

Dean grins, pecks her lips twice more before he takes a step back to look at her, “You look as if you just kissed your boss,”

She swats at his chest, “Seriously, we should get going.”

“Yeah,” Dean agrees, helps her down onto her feet before he takes his jacket and puts it on, “Gabe’s already waiting.”

Y/N frowns at him, “You drive to work?”

He looks at her dumbfounded, “Yeah?”

“Dean, you literally only need to walk two blocks.”

“Wait, does that mean that you wanna walk?”

“Duh,” She grabs her bag and walks to the door, “I mean, you can let Gabe drive you but I’m going to walk. It’s such a beautiful day out.”

Dean’s already on his phone before she can even finish her sentence, “Yeah, Gabe. We’re going to take a walk. I’ll call you when I need you.” He follows her out and locks the door behind him, “Are you happy now?”

She stops in front of the elevator and turns to smile at him, “Yeah.”

Dean takes her hand when they step out of his apartment building. She knows it’s for show but it feels real. And it feels good.

“You know,” Dean tilts his head down to look at her, “I’ve never walked to the office,” He pauses to think, “No, actually, that’s not true. I ran yesterday when I thought that you were leaving. And then I ran back.”

Yeah, she remembers that. She was so mad at him yesterday and he walked right out of a fucking meeting to stop her from leaving.

“You should do it more often. It’s really a nice stroll. I wish I could live close to the office so I wouldn’t have to be stuck in traffic.”

They start to talk on the way and they walk slower past the coffee shop close to his company. That’s the place she used to work before Dean offered her the job. She wonders if he remembers it too.

They arrive on the office floor together with her hand in Dean’s. In fact, he never let go off her the whole way here. Some people are staring and it makes her feel a little uncomfortable.

When they arrive at her desk, Ruby’s already grinning at her and Dean. Her grin is wide, bright. Y/N frowns at her friend who’s grin just got even brighter.

“So, have a great start,” Dean says and she feels awkward going back to what they were before the whole friends with benefits thing. To what they were before she agreed to be his fake fucking wife.

“Thanks, do you need me to do something urgent today?” Y/N hears Ruby giggling and turns to her friend, “You, shush!”

She looks back at Dean and sees him holding back his laugh as well.

“Oh my god, you guys are unbelievable!” She rolls her eyes and Dean pulls her close by her waist, kisses her cheek and her face literally lights up. What is he thinking? Everyone can see!

“I want you to go over my schedule. Cancel whatever I have at lunch. Was thinking we can go get lunch together.”

“Okay,” She nods, and adds, “sir.”

Dean’s eyes widen and he has to clear his throat upon hearing her address him formally again, “Right. And oh, get me coffee, please? I miss your coffees.”

He turns to Ruby, “No, offense,”

“None taken,” Ruby shrugs it off.

“Sure thing,” She turns around to sit but Dean stops her, his grip tight on her waist. He pulls her against him with force and plants a kiss square on her lips. She turns to putty in his arms and she can hear someone gasping from a distance. She thinks she can hear Ruby whimpering, too. She can’t be sure because, she’s lost in Dean’s kiss again and it drowns out all the other noises around her.

“Good,” Dean whispers when he parts, pecks her wet lips once more before he steps away and lets her sit down. He clears his throat before he walks to his office, “I’ll be in my office.”

When Dean closes the door to his office, Ruby’s on her case right away.

“What the fucking fuck is going on? Oh my god, you gotta tell me! Are you two doing what I think you’re doing?” There’s a smirk on her friends face and she even wriggles with her eyebrows.

“Shhhh!” She hisses at Ruby because she’s so fucking loud, “I’m his wife remember? Of course we do—” She gestures widely with her hands, “—things!”

Ruby snorts out a laugh, “That’s why he was in such a good mood yesterday! Although he nearly fired me.”

Y/N starts her computer and types in her password, “Yeah, what was that all about? He told me that he almost fired you.”

“It was really a stupid thing. He apologized, though. So it’s okay.”

“Aaaand you don’t wanna tell me why because…” She raises her eyebrow at Ruby.

“Your brother called and Mr. Winchester got mad because I didn’t interrupt him and put Jack straight through to him.”

“What?!” Y/N’s mouth stands agape.

“Yeah,” Ruby sighs, “Like we both know how he is when he gets interrupted when he’s in a meeting.”

That’s true. Ruby’s not wrong. Dean absolutely hates when someone interrupts him when he’s in a meeting because that would divert his attention and it’s hard for him to clear his head again to focus on the matter at hand. That’s why she was also baffled that he left a meeting just to make sure that she won’t leave.

“So, tell me,” Ruby grins up from her screen, “Does he have a stick up his ass?”

The first day back at work was okay. She has spent her breaks with Ruby and filled her in on everything Ruby wanted to know. Maybe not really everything though, because there are things she likes to keep to herself. Like that they already had sex and that Dean ate her out, and that they decided to be friends with benefits.

Dean took her out for lunch and they went to grab a burger around the corner. The people warmed up to the idea that she’s his wife too. At least she hasn’t heard anyone saying bad things about her, not even behind her back, and if they do, she is sure that once Ruby got wind of it, Ruby will give them an earful.

Y/N’s on her way home after a long and stressful day. Turns out that she was more needed than she first thought she would be. She’s walking home alone this time, because Dean went straight to a meeting he has with Sam about the marriage thing before Sam would meet with Amara, and she’s not needed. Even though Dean asked if she wanted to join, she really didn’t want to intrude.

Instead, she’s going to go out with Ruby tonight. Apparently, Ruby’s favorite bar is holding a karaoke night.

Come with me, Ruby said. It’d be fun, Ruby said. And that’s why she’s on her way to change and then she’ll meet Ruby. She’s still allowed to do that, right? She’s allowed to go out and enjoy herself. Sam just said that she isn’t allowed to flirt or date or have sex. Things which she’s doing but basically with her fake husband who’s also her boss.

How did her life get so complicated?

Y/N turns up at the bar and she sees Ruby sitting at one of the little tables. Right in front of her is a mic stand and there’s a big monitor. Someone’s already singing too, some strange interpretation of Staying Alive.

Ruby waves at her when she sees her.

“Oh my god, Ruby, seriously? Karaoke?” Y/N wrinkles her nose at her friend and Ruby just shrugs and takes a sip of her drink.

“Drink some, it’ll be funnier if you do!” Ruby shouts out above the music.

It seems to be a good idea, so Y/N orders herself a gin.

After about her third gin, she can see that Ruby’s right. It really is much more fun if you’re tipsy. She’s still not drunk enough to go and sing herself, though. But she bets that she can talk Ruby into singing.

The people who go up to sing are either drunk or — no, they are definitely all drunk. Some more than others. It’s funny, really. She likes the atmosphere and she thinks that it’s probably not going to be the last time that she’s going to come here.

Her phone lights up when someone finishes their own version of I Will Always Love You, and she takes a look at her screen to see that it’s Dean.

He had called her too, apparently, because she has two missed calls from him. She was so lost in having a good time that she didn’t even feel her phone vibrating and it’s just pure luck that she sees it now.

D: What are you up to?

Y/N: I’m at a bar with Ruby. You?

D: Meeting just finished. What bar?

Y/N: 7th street. O’Malleys. They are having a karaoke night.

D: Oh no, you need to be drunk for these kinds of things. Are you drunk?

Y/N: Not yet.

D: Good, I'll be coming with Sam.

Y/N: You really wanna come and listen to other people singing?

D: Hey, a bar is a bar

She laughs to herself and sees Ruby raising an eyebrow at her, “Dean said he’ll be coming too and he brings Sam.”

“Oh my god, Sam is coming? Shit,” Ruby threads her fingers through her hair, tucks strands behind her ear and rights her cleavage, “How do I look?”

“You look absolutely stunning,” Y/N says, she’s already feeling light headed, “All the women want to be like you and all the men want to be with you.” There’s a cheeky grin on her face as she eyes Ruby who’s frowning a little.

“Ha-ha, shut up.” Ruby hisses grumpily, “I really like Sam. You think he’s still single? Is he looking for something? I don’t even mind a one night stand, I just wanna feel his cock inside of me.”

“Oh my god, Ruby!”

The other woman shrugs, “What? I know what I want, okay? I’m not ashamed of it.”

“You’re drunk.” Y/N says teasingly.

Ruby raises her eyebrow, “Oh come on, don’t tell me you haven’t been thinking the same about the bossman. Who, by the way, I would also like to spend a night with but he’s off limits now.”

Yeah, because he’s married to her, she thinks. But even if he’s not she would probably be more than jealous if Ruby had something going on with Dean.

Y/N takes her friend’s hand, and looks her in the eye, “Ruby baby, honestly? You look great and if Sam’s single, he would be an idiot not to want you.”

“You think so?”

She nods at Ruby, “I think so. You’re so fucking pretty, sometimes it makes me jealous that you get all the attention.”

“Now you’re just crawling up my ass.” Ruby snorts.

“Hey, it’s warm and cozy in here.”

CH09

#light my fire #dean winchester #ceo!dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fan fic #dean winchester fan fiction #nathalie writes

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elsanna-shenanigans · 4 years ago

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April Contest Submission #30: Break Me Off

Words: ca. 3,000 Setting: mAU Lemon: no CW: none

“Can I try yours?”

Elsa’s head snapped up from the book she was reading to look to her left. Her baby sister was looking expectantly, her small hand outstretched and waiting expectantly, fingers wiggling in a grabby motion.

“Sure,” she answered with a smile, and passed her barely started dark chocolate KitKat on to Anna. “I don’t think you’ll like it though.”

Anna ignored that statement and immediately put the candy bar in her ‘some teeth missing transition period’ mouth, and bit off a sizable chunk. She chewed for a few seconds before her chocolate-covered lips twisted in a grimace, and she threw the KitKat back in Elsa’s lap.

“Ewww,” she said once she finally swallowed the bite (she at least had the decency to not spit it out like she used to a few years ago, something Elsa could bet would drive their father nuts if she did it in the new car), then gave Elsa the dirtiest look ever. “It’s so bitter! Why are you doing this to yourself…”

The last words were said with an overly-dramatic flair as Anna put her hand up to her forehead and pretended to faint like an old-timey movie lady on an ottoman. Which would work much better if she wasn’t stopped by the seat belt.

“It’s not that bitter to me.” Elsa shrugged as she picked up the discarded KitKat and continued to eat it as if nothing ever mattered. “You just still have a baby palate,” she said around a mouthful.

Anna blew her a raspberry, and her gaze dropped to Elsa’s book. “Whatcha reading anyway?”

Elsa swallowed the KitKat. “Harry Potter.” She flipped the cover to show it to Anna, who immediately started tracing and mouthing the letters of the title. “The fifth part comes out next week, so I wanted to re-read it before then.”

“Can you read it to me?”

“Later,” she lowered her voice and glanced in the rear-view mirror at their father’s concentrated face. It wasn’t the best idea to read–and have Anna interrupt with her loud comments–while he was driving. “When we’re settled at the hotel, I’ll read some to you.”

+++

“Hey,” Anna whispered, leaning over the wide armrest so she could reach Elsa’s ear. “You wanna try a bite of mine?”

She offered her the obnoxiously white KitKat, and Elsa immediately took it, as if its glow-in-the-dark properties could be seen by the row behind them. Without thinking much, she chomped down on the half-eaten candy bar. The overwhelming sweetness exploded in her mouth and seemed to coat her tongue with a thick, fatty film.

“You like it?” Anna whispered again, absolutely disinterested in the screen, her eyes locked square on Elsa’s face. “It’s kinda sweet, but I think I dig the white chocolate.”

Fighting through the nausea, Elsa finally managed to push the saccharine mush down her throat. “It’s absolutely disgusting,” she whispered back, then chuckled at Anna’s betrayed face. “I can see why you’d like it.”

Anna opened her mouth to say something (presumably snarky, she was hitting that age) in return, but an angry shhh came up from behind them. Elsa glanced at the people sitting in the back row and mouthed a sorry.

She turned back to the screen and tried to catch up on what she’d missed from the movie. So far The Goblet of Fire was proving to be worse than the previous parts, but she still wanted to know how they managed to work out the lake task of the Triwizard–

When Anna opened her mouth again just a few seconds later, Elsa stuck the white chocolate KitKat in it.

+++

“Hey, tradition!” Anna screamed suddenly as Elsa unwrapped her finals-study-motivation KitKat, almost making her drop it. “Lemme try!”

Elsa blinked. This was just the dark chocolate variety, one that she was sure she’d already let Anna try at some point in her life.

“You already–” But before she could finish, Anna’s shark jaws locked around the still barely unwrapped candy bar in Elsa’s hand with a loud crunch.

She munched for a moment, a thoughtful look on her face as she was considering the flavor. It quickly gave way to a disgusted scowl.

“Ew,” she said with a fake gag. “It’s as bad as I remembered.”

So Elsa did let her try it before. She rolled her eyes and half-heartedly swatted Anna away.

With a devious snicker and a hurried good luck with the exam!, Anna skipped out of the room and left her alone to study.

Elsa shook her head and finally returned her attention to her long-awaited snack award.

For some reason, the sight of Anna’s glitter lip gloss on the dark chocolate made her stomach twist.

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KitKats turned out to be the best way to go through her finals that year, and the next semester, and the next next semester, putting in the required fuel, feeling of accomplishment and the calories missing from not having time to eat proper meals.

It was also one of her little pleasures to find and test new flavors, especially those not available locally. It was Anna’s little pleasure to never say she wanted to order some for herself, and instead take bites off of Elsa’s, ‘just in case I don’t like it and don’t wanna finish!’

And over time it was one of Elsa’s little pleasures to look at the print of Anna’s lips on the chocolate and tenderly place hers on top to match the shape.

That little pleasure turned into a major curse when she realized she was daydreaming about placing her lips on Anna’s directly.

From then on, she would only buy the 4 finger breakable Kits.

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“I don’t really like this one,” Anna said around a mouthful of the Ruby cocoa KitKat. “It looks super cute, but it just tastes kinda waxy.”

Elsa shrugged. “Honestly, it’s just like the regular, but pink.”

“No, it’s different.” There was no point arguing with Anna on that. While Elsa preferred to try out new flavors, Anna has always been a hardcore true fan and real connoisseur of the regular Kit, so all she could do was to believe the expert. The currently pouting, cutely irritated expert. “Do you wanna finish mine?”

Elsa’s blood froze.

The whole point of the 4 finger Kits (which she personally considered inferior as the ratio of chocolate to wafer was just not quite on par with the single stick) was to not kiss Anna by proxy. Is what she came to call it.

But Anna was holding out the pink KitKat with a darker pink lip gloss outline in her direction, looking at her expectantly.

“N-no, I’m fine,” she answered a little too quickly and in a little too nervous of a voice. “I don’t really like it either,” she lied.

Anna’s brows furrowed. “I thought you said it tastes like the regular to you.”

Elsa could feel herself sweat. Damn, the stupid act of sharing a KitKat, something they’ve done since they were little kids was making her sweat.

Probably precisely because they’ve been doing this since they were little kids. Growing up together. Being sisters. Who should not want to kiss each other, yet there Elsa was, looking away from Anna’s perfect cupid bow glossy lips like a teenager (which she was definitely not anymore, on the final stretch to obtaining her bachelor degree) in love.

Her own lower lip felt numb from biting down on it. Fuck, she was in love.

“Yeah, but you’re right,” she said, mouth dry. She was in love and she was just now realizing this because of a stupid Ruby KitKat. “It is waxy.” Stupidly good Ruby KitKat that she was going to deny herself because her sister’s lips touched it and she would burn in hell if hers did too. “Just toss it out.”

Anna’s face looked like she just told her she actually was planning to vote on Trump for the pure fun of it, but she didn’t say anything.

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“Hey, I’m just about to head out– oh is that a new one?”

Elsa almost dropped the half eaten candy bar on the floor. She was not expecting Anna to come in her room any time soon, and like the true disgusting goblin she was, she decided to partake in her secret stash of imported KitKats.

Her dirty little secret stash of single stick KitKats that she couldn’t find in 4 finger format, and thus could not ever, ever let Anna know about because even if she ordered two pieces of each kind Anna would refuse to try an entire bar on her own.

‘I mean, what’s the fun in that? Half of the joy of KitKats is sharing!’

Not really seeing any way out of that, Elsa admitted defeat. “…Yes.”

“Oh, cool!” Anna bounced over excitedly to drop down on the bed next to her. “Oooh, white chocolate and peach? So fancy! Is it from Japan? It looks about the size of the Japanese ones I saw online…”

Her pure, genuine excitement only made Elsa feel even worse about hiding in her room like Gollum with his ring. Then, right as she was reaching for Elsa’s KitKat, Anna’s face and hand suddenly dropped.

“Wait…”

Elsa gulped.

“…you… you were going to eat it without me, weren’t you?”

She focused on the pattern of her carpet.

“Oh my god, Elsa! You stinker!” Anna sounded full-on betrayed, and Elsa could honestly not blame her for that. “I thought KitKats were our thing!”

Elsa blushed, for many different reasons. “I-it’s not like that,” she started explaining herself, fully aware of how pathetic she sounded. “It’s just cause you never want a full KitKat of a new flavor and I couldn’t find them in the sharing format–”

“So? I didn’t know we were suddenly only allowed to share the break-apart ones.”

Elsa sighed. Right, to Anna it didn’t make any sense, because Anna was a normal person who didn’t fantasize about kissing her sister. Or flustered about indirectly kissing her. “I-it’s just easier to portion…”

“I’m pretty good at portioning a bite, thank you very much.” She still sounded a little miffed, but she did smile towards the end– right before her eyes turned very round and glistening. “Did you eat many without me?”

Holy shit, she was looking like the pleading emoji and Elsa was at her wit’s end. “No!” she denied quickly and truthfully. “I-I bought more, but this was the first one I was going to try…”

Anna crossed her arms.

“Aaand now that you know about it I guess there’s no point hiding,” Elsa continued sheepishly. “I’ll uh– I’ll go to the kitchen and cut you off a piece.”

She stood up quickly, holding the KitKat like a relay sprinter holds the baton, clinging on for dear life with the prospect of glory and escaping the rivals, or in this case escaping her sister before she could–

“Wait.” Anna’s hand was on her wrist and Elsa almost yelped. The rivals outran her and the finish line was nowhere in sight as she fell on her knees, defeated, and only metaphorically speaking as in real life she was just standing stiff in her place. “What? Just let me take a bite, it’s easier–”

“N-no,” she interrupted quickly, trying to pry the wrist away from Anna’s surprisingly strong grip. “Cause, uh– umm, that way I can make sure to cut in the middle and give you a fair share.”

Yes, that was a splendid save.

“I just want a bite, I’m not sure if I would like a whole half.” And a gloriously crushing response from the opponent. “Just let me–”

Her peach pink lip gloss would look amazingly fitting on the white chocolate and peach KitKat. Or on Elsa’s lips. Applied with her lips. On her lips. Kissing–

“No!” She yanked her hand away. Anna’s eyebrows shot up in shock, and Elsa realized she yelled that very loudly, even though she was mostly responding to her own dirty little secret thoughts. “I mean– I don’t wanna…”

What? What was she supposed to say to get out of this? There was literally no logical reason she could not be wanting to simply share the KitKat like they used to for so many years, aside from the obvious plague that was currently rotting her mind, but she could not tell Anna that–

“…are you disgusted by me?”

She said it in such a small voice, looking up from where she was sitting on Elsa’s bed with hands folded neatly in her lap, her big teal eyes glazed with a sheet of tears and Elsa’s heart broke into a thousand shards.

“Oh god, no!” Her hands moved on their own to grab Anna and pull her into a hug, but she stopped herself on the way, now with her hands awkwardly hovering at Anna’s eye level. “Why… no, I’m so sorry you would even think that, I–”

“Then what is it, Elsa?”

Fuck. Fuckity fuck shit fuck what was she–

“Just say it,” she damn near sobbed. “Out loud.”

“Your lip gloss,” she said in a flat voice, grasping at straws to not lie, but also not tell the truths. “It stays on the KitKat when you bite it.”

Anna’s eyes went wider. “You don’t like my lip gloss?”

Why the fuck was she sounding this hurt by the idea? “No, I–”

“I thought you said it looks good…”

“It does!” She could clearly feel herself getting flustered. “I like it, and it looks very good on your li– on you. Really good.” God, was she sounding as borderline creepy to Anna as she did to herself? “B-but it leaves a– a stencil of your lips on the…”

She trailed off, not really sure how to get out of the corner she just talked herself into.

Anna gave her a puzzled look. “So you don’t like… my lips?”

“No!” Jesus why was communication so difficult and why was the room so hot and why was Anna looking at her like this? “I love them. Like! I like them. I like. Them. Your lips. Like them.”

If Anna got up and called the ambulance right now because ‘my sister is having a stroke!’ Elsa would find it completely justified.

“Ookay…” Anna said slowly, not reaching for the phone, and instead continuing to try to read Elsa’s face (but what she could potentially read was that inside Elsa’s head there was a wind-up monkey puppet playing the cymbal, and nothing much beside that.) “So what is the problem?”

Elsa mumbled in response.

“I’m sorry?”

“It feels like we’re kissing,” she said weakly, absolutely giving up on her hopes and dreams in that instance. “When I bite the KitKat.”

Anna blinked at her. “That’s it?”

Elsa nodded.

“I mean, that’s all?”

It was Elsa’s turn to wear a confused expression.

“You’ve been getting only breakable KitKats for a year just so you could share with me without feeling like this?”

Elsa nodded again, albeit cautiously. She had no idea where Anna was going with this.

“And denying yourself flavors that don’t exist in that format so that I wouldn’t feel left out?”

Nod again.

“I’m sorry.”

Record scratch. “What? No, why are you sorry?”

“Because you were feeling uncomfortable because of me?”

“No, I– I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable knowing I want to kiss you.”

Wait, no– oh no no no no holy fuck no backtrack backtrack backtrack–

Her stomach sunk. There was no way to backtrack.

Red alert, escape the room.

Anna caught her hips before she could dash for the door and spun her around to face her again, this time meeting her at eye level. She reached for Elsa’s hand–which was currently hanging limply at her side, and still holding the goddamned half-eaten KitKat–and clasped it gently in hers, then brought it up until it was between them, right in front of Elsa’s mouth.

The scent of peach and white chocolate hit her before her brain registered the development.

“Bite,” Anna said softly, but with demand. “And hold.”

Elsa’s mouth opened on its own as her sister pushed the KitKat in, and obediently she clamped her teeth down on it–just enough to break the chocolate layer, but not all the way through.

She stood there patiently with the candy bar sticking out of her mouth, watching Anna remove the remaining wrapper as if her body was not hers to steer, as if she was just a passive observer as her mind was struggling to pick the pieces of what her sister was doing without going for what she really wanted Anna to be doing in her heart of hearts.

Once the wrapper was off, Anna climbed on her tiptoes and– Elsa could swear she saw her smirk right before the free end of the KitKat disappeared in Anna’s mouth, slowly, until their lips finally touched.

Their lips touched.

She was kissing her sister.

She was kissing her sister around a fucking candy bar.

And in just a few heartbeats she heard the tell-tale, trademark KitKat crunch as Anna’s teeth broke through the wafer, and with a final brush of her glossed lips she was off, leaving behind only a chunk of white chocolate and peach mousse in Elsa’s numb, speechless mouth.

“It looks good on you too,” Anna said with her mouth still full and gaze dashing between Elsa’s lips and eyes. “Bet it would be even better without the melted chocolate.” She swallowed down her bite, and let out a satisfied hum. “Mm, I like this one. Funny how the flavors work together so well… chew, Elsa.”

She brought her hand up to Elsa’s chin and pressed on it, and Elsa mechanically picked up the chewing motion, earning a delighted smile from her sister.

Anna glanced down at her watch. “Well, I gotta go. The sea and beach won’t run away, but my friends just might if I keep them waiting any longer.” She placed a soft, sticky kiss on Elsa’s boiling hot cheek. “But I’m really looking forward to trying the other flavors you got.”

With a wink, she pushed past her and out the door, leaving Elsa to deal with the lump (of KitKat) in her throat.

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Bleed Her Out Before I Wake

Hey! This is pretty heavy on drug use and a very temporary character death in form of flatling.

TW FOR SEMI GRAPHIC VOMITING, DRUG USE, LACED DRUGS, IMPLIED SELF HARM, DISORDERED EATING DUE TO STRESS, VOMITING BLOOD

Ft- Jet and Rita QPR, Vespa being soft, and Peter with EDS, its not important to the fic but it is important to me.

title from Heroin by Badflower

“Mista Steel?”

She stood at a cracked doorway in the Carte Blanche, the light was on in the bathroom but other than that it was complete darkness around her.

In the eerily lit bathroom, was her ex-boss and long-time friend, retching into the toilet for what seemed like the hundredth time.

“Go ‘way Rita- Don- Don’t wanna see this”

She sighed, it had been a bad day for all of them, involving Sola at a party he was undercover at a party with Peter, the subsequent drug-taking that occurred there so they wouldn't seem suspicious.

As soon as Rita got word on what happened, which unfortunately happened after the heist, all hell broke loose.

Buddy immediately pulled them out of the heist, despite Juno’s protests, saying he felt fine despite the fear in his voice and his shaking body.

Peter absolutely did not agree with his girlfriend, his facade almost cracking as he dragged them out of their, Jet waited in the Ruby 7 outside, his hands were holding the wheel so tightly his knuckles were white.

By the time they got to the car alone, Juno mumbled something about feeling dizzy, and his breathing was off, hitching at each inhale.

As soon as they got to the ship, Juno pushed away from the others, into his room.

No matter who told him to, he refused to come out of his room.

Rita knew Mista Steel needed his privacy, she remembers the first withdrawal he went through with her, she doesn’t know if it was sola, alcohol, or something else though, he was too out of it to tell her.

In their time together, the lady had spent days in her apartment, vomiting and crying and shaking, at one point even being sent into a seizure because of the withdrawal.

This felt different.

It had been years since he’d taken anything, and he didn’t look like he used to after taking something, what was once something that brought him… joy almost, now made him look scared and tired.

“Mista Steel I’ve seen you worse, but I gotta come in, you’ve been alone for hours and I’m gettin worried.”

He groaned before mumbling a quiet ‘come in’.

The sight she saw was not a pretty one.

He was slumped against the wall, his skin was shining with sweat, and he had taken his top off at some point, revealing many scars, some newer, and his makeup was running off.

“Told you it wasn’t pretty.”

Rita shrugged before sitting next to him on the floor, they would need to talk, about what happened, but Mista Still just looked so… tired.

“Drink some water, boss”

She handed him the cup, or tried to, his hands were shaking too much to grab it, so, she helped steady his hands, holding the glass gently to his lips.

“Sorry about this, know I fucked up.”

He wasn’t wrong but also wasn’t right, she simply sighed and set the glass down.

“Alright, come here”

He looked tired, she was too, but he almost immediately slumped against her, seeking out comfort from the past.

It didn’t take him long to start crying.

She ran her hand through his sweat-soaked curls.

“I didn’t wanna- I didn’t- Rita I-“

He was shaking so hard in her arms, someone else was standing outside the bathroom, Ransom, she suspects.

“I know Mista Steel, I know”

His breathing was rough, he swallowed and a wet click came from his throat, he whimpered, curling into Rita.

“Are you gonna be sick again?”

He shook his head, but Rita gently maneuvered him anyway, leaning over the toilet.

He gagged, harsh and painful, nothing coming up except bile, he had been puking all day, nothing to eat or drink.

“Hurts- it- it hurts so much Rita”

She felt her heart shatter into a million little pieces, holding him up and rubbing his back, he was too weak to hold himself up.

“It’s gonna be okay, boss”

She wasn’t sure anymore.

And she really wasn’t when Juno started to cry out in more pain and the dry heaving stopped.

Because now, she was pretty sure he was puking up blood.

She tried to hide the panic in her voice as she called out.

“Uhhh Mista Ransom I know you’re outside the door and I really need you to grab Miss Vespa ‘cause Mista Steel is puking up blood and I don’t think that’s supposed to happen.

You could hear his heart drop.

Within minutes, Peter was back with the medic, even scarier, she wasn’t complaining and Rita was also distantly aware of Jet standing behind her.

Vespa burst through the door, and knelt down in the open area around Mista Steel.

“Damnit Steel”

She motioned for Jet to grab him, but Juno started to squirm and try to escape the people surrounding him.

“Nno fine- ‘m fine”

Vespa growled, but Jet managed to move her out of the way and kneel in front of Juno himself.

“Juno, I know you do not wish to let us help you, but you are very ill, for reasons that are not your fault, and it would help us all if you would please come with us.”

Jets voice and words calmed him down, and he let himself be picked up by Jet.

Jet walked swiftly to the medbay, careful not to jostle him while they walked, Rita considered distantly the protectiveness Jet had of the boss, wondering where it came from, but she appreciates it nonetheless.

“J-Jet lemme down- gon’ be sick”

Vespa cursed and dove for a trash can they were walking past, and Jet carefully set Mista Steel down, the lady’s body crumbling, unable to hold himself up.

Jet realized this, and propped him up, looking slightly uncomfortable at the factor of comforting the lady, but it didn’t take long for Juno to slump over the trash can and start puking.

“Shit”

Vespa cursed, her low voice full of concern, somewhere next to her Mista Ransom made a concerned noise.

“What’s going on?”

Buddy was behind Vespa, towering protectively over all of them.

“Not sure, pretty sure he managed to tear his stomach lining.”

The worry settled over the crew like a heavy blanket, Rita felt tears in her eyes.

“How did it happen so fast, Vespa? Does it not usually take a few days?”

Peter kept his normal composure, worry seeping through.

“Usually, but he’s been sick with nothing in his stomach, and he’s also probably shot most of his organs with his behavior at a young age, wouldn’t be surprised if this isn’t the first time.”

“Fuck”

Juno was still heaving over the can, clearly in pain, too weak to even hold onto the can.

Peter settled on the floor next to his love, the self-control of respecting the privacy the lady clearly wanted was gone and if everyone was honest, Juno didn’t seem to mind.

The thief opened his arms, and Jet helped maneuver Juno into them, where the ex-detective immediately latched onto Peter.

“Hurts- please it-“

Peter shushed him and ran his hands through sweaty hair, rocking him gently.

At some point, though, Vespa noticed something that caused even her to feel worry.

“We gotta get him to the medbay now”

Peter looked down in fear to where Vespa’s eyes were laying, and was horrified to see a large, ugly, black bruise coloring his lady’s stomach, red splotches inside of it.

His lady was bleeding internally.

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Peter could hardly believe the mess they had gotten into.

He really didn’t want to.

At the party, he… he didn’t know, he wasn’t with Juno, he had to use the bathroom, and when he got back His lady may have offhandedly mentioned it but he didn’t even realize until Rita began to scream over the coms.

The look Rita gave him back on the ship made him want to cry.

Juno pulled away from him, wouldn’t let anyone near him as he locked himself in the bathroom.

Peter was scared.

Rita yelled for him to get Vespa and everything moved so fast for the next ten minutes.

And now, Juno was in surgery, hooked into machines galore as Vespa worked over him, filtering a tube down his throat.

Mallory-Weiss Syndrome was one set of words Peter was able to pick out of Vespas growling, a tear in the stomach lining, usually caused by excess vomiting and coughing.

Juno had been ill since the night before, and probably didn’t eat the day of the heist, meaning it was just acid.

Peter felt sick himself.

His lady was hurt because of his lack of focus on a heist.

But what was making him so sick?

It could have been laced, of course, it would’ve caused some nausea likely, but not this, especially with the low dosage, but it could have been his body reacting to the drug entering his system for the first time in so many years or-

“Peter, darling, are you alright?”

Buddy had her hand on his shoulder, and he inhaled shakily.

“I’m.. I’m fine, Captian, worried about Juno is all.”

She pulled him into a hug, and he started to cry despite himself.

“Peter, it’s not your fault, Juno knew what he was doing, Rita and Jet suspect that he didn’t even feel the need to take it because of the temptation, only the safety of the heist.”

Peter pulled away from Buddy, he didn’t deserve the comfort.

“I just- what’s making him so sick?”

Buddy sat in a chair that was pulled up by the medbay door, looking extravagant as ever.

“We’re not sure, Jet mentioned that the fear of becoming addicted again may have sent him into a panic, but my Vespa will run some tests to make sure it wasn’t laced.”

He nodded, looking out the window.

“Ransom, darling, you know it’s not your fault, right?”

He looked down, pursing his lips together.

“It- Captain I left him, it was.”

She sighed, and Peter felt shame prickle in his back.

“Mista Ransom is wasn’t, Mista Steel knew what he was doin”

He didn’t even know when Rita got there, but soon she was hugging him, hardly reaching his chest.

He let himself feel the comfort for a second, before they all went back to waiting quietly outside the medbay, a worried film over the crew of the Carte Blanche.

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Hours must’ve passed before the door to the medbay opened, and the disgruntled medic stood in the door.

“Vespa? Is Juno alright?”

Vespa looked tired, she had blood on her shirt and Peter didn’t think it should be there.

“He’s gonna be okay”

Relief wiped over the crew but the bitter taste of fear stuck in the air.

“It… was bad. The drug was laced. Another chemical. He flatlined. Five minutes”

Peter felt his heart stop.

His Juno died.

“Ransom, you in there?”

Vespa was looking at him, everyone was.

“Juno he- he died?”

Rita was crying, sitting next to Jet, and Vespa had made her way over to Buddy.

“No, well, yes, kind of but he’s not dead anymore.”

He was still worried shitless, but his love was… going to be okay.

“He had a tear in his stomach, the puking caused it, but I’m gonna guess either the drug managed to weaken his stomach lining or his past drug abuse and it’s side effects weakened it, which caused it to bleed internally more. His heart gave out while I was cauterizing the tear. It was messy, but he will make a full recovery.”

Peter was sobbing and felt rather embarrassed by this.

“Ransom, he’s okay, you can even go see him.”

Vespa was being… oddly tender towards him, which made him more uneasy, but he collected himself.

“I- I think I will, Rita, would you like to join me?”

She nodded vigorously and let go of Jet, who she was holding too tightly.

They walked quietly into the room together and the sight scared them both greatly, Juno laying on the small bed, hooked up to more machines than Peter could count, tubes up his nose and one down his throat, pale and sweaty.

“Juno”

Peter was so scared for his love, he was asleep, tired out from the day.

“He uh- he’s gonna be out for a while, I’ll bring the extra cot in here ina bit so you can stay in here and actually get some sleep, I had to intubate him, he’s hooked up to a lot of antibiotics and uh, feeding tube, he’s not gonna be able to eat but he needs nutrients.”

He pulled a chair next to Juno’s sickbed, holding his hand and running hands through his hair.

“Juno I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry my love”

He was crying and he wanted nothing more than for Juno to wipe his tears and tell him it was gonna be okay.

Hours passed with him and Rita sitting by his side, hardly speaking, Jet brought tea, Vespa brought them food, tried to make Peter eat best she could, it didn’t work.

“Ransom, you gotta eat”

He didn’t.

Rita left at some point, Buddy sat with him for awhile too, trying to convince him to sleep and eat, but he wouldn’t, only sitting with Juno, not letting him go.

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Juno pried open his eye, feeling like glue was holding it together, and was greeted by bright lights and a steady beeping sound.

The memories of the past however long it had been came back to him.

The sola, the sickness that followed it, concerned voices surrounding him, Vespa looking down at him, worried as hell.

He tried to turn his head, but the tube down his throat stopped that.

That wasn’t good.

He tried not to freak out, but that failed.

“Calm down or I’m gonna have to sedate you again Steel”

Vespa was above him again, and her face was stern.

Other voices were around him, Rita and Jet were talking at the end of the bed, and Buddy was on the other side of him trying to keep him calm

He couldn’t hear Nureyev.

“Shit- Steel if you don’t stop moving you’re gonna fuck up your throat and I don’t wanna deal with the complaining.”

He tried to stop moving but everything hurt and he needed to run he needed to make sure Nureyev was safe he needed to-

The world went dark.

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Buddy was happy she finally got Peter to sleep in his bed for a few hours.

Juno looked… terrified, hurting, and scared beyond any way she could describe.

Everyone looked tired.

Her Vespa was clearly worried even, which scared her more saying her outward hate of the detective.

Vespa motioned for everyone to leave, keeping her head down.

Buddy walked over to her once Rita and Jet had left the small medbay, holding her face in one hand and wrapping the other around her, gently tilting up the medics head so she could see her loves eyes.

“Shit, Bud I-“

There were tears in her medics eyes, and Buddy knew that she wasn’t telling them the whole story or situation.

“He’s strong, Vespa, he will be okay”

He needs to be.

Vespa rested her head for a moment on the other woman’s chest, keeping her close, and for just a moment they stayed like that.

“He’s- he’s really bad off, Bud”

She knew, of course, that her lover didn’t hate Juno, or Peter, for that matter, but the whole situation had taken Vespa’s guard down completely it seemed.

Many nights they talked about it, getting Vespa to try and trust them, and Buddy also spent time pointing out the ways he showed his affection towards people, to point out how the lady would make sure to get Rita’s snacks whenever he was planetside, and how he would help Jet whenever he needed it.

Vespa thought about the times he would sit with her, when her eyes darted back and forth and everything was too much and the screaming wouldn’t stop, how he would engage her in conversation as much as he could, or play music, trying to remind her that she wasn’t alone and that she was real.

After a moment, Vespa pulled back, and walking back over to Juno.

“I uh- gotta take this out. He should be able to breathe now”

Buddy nodded and rested a hand on Juno’s knee, careful not to get in the way and to not look, she wasn’t squeamish by any means, but seeing Juno like this…

“You should sleep, Bud, I’m gonna stay with Steel for a bit.”

She looked at her lover, who was now washing her hands in the sink, she looked tired and scared.

“I think you need it more than I do, my love, why don’t you rest on the cot for a while, and that way I’ll still be here with you?”

Vespa nodded, walking over to Buddy and pushing her face into the captain’s neck, almost purring like a content cat, before laying on the cot, her love close enough to protect.

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Jet did not want to think about this.

He had dealt with his own struggles of addiction, he even wished to partake in those habits now, Buddy had saved him.

Now, he had more people to help him, and he cared about them each.

Juno Steel, one lady who Jet was very protective of due to the vulnerability he’s seen Juno show, was in danger.

And Rita, his friend whom he held closer than most, was very upset about this.

The short lady had spent the larger part of the past forty-eight hours pacing around the room they had begun to share, mostly for convince and comfort, crying, eventually wearing herself from said crying and sleeping, or trying to keep herself calm enough to calm Jet down after he was hit by a nightmare in the few hours of sleep he got.

This was bringing up less than pleasant memories for him as well.

Seeing Juno in that bed, so small and sick, after one pill, shook Jet to his core.

Seeing Juno so sick from what others gave him made him angry.

The nightmare was about M’Tendere, as many were since their death.

Rita laid on top of him like a blanket, something she had discovered worked to ground him after a few weeks together on the ship.

He wrapped his arms around her, they were both in distress, and the least they could do was be there for each other.

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Juno did not wake up for four days.

Peter refused to leave his side for all but 8 hours.

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Juno woke to a weight on his side.

He tried to move his head to look, but unlike last time, there was no tube down his throat, only a plastic oxygen mask on his face.

Trying to move wasn’t working either, one hand was thoroughly trapped under whatever, more so whoever, was using his hip as a pillow, and the other was connected to wires with needles in it.

Ah.

He was in the medbay.

“Steel, you finally up? Not gonna flip out and hurt yourself again?”

Vespa was talking quietly, probably not to wake whoever was sleeping on his side.

He nodded, the mask moving uncomfortably on his face and it was then he realized he had a tube in his nose as well.

Vespa moved quickly, gentle more so than he thought, pulling the mask off his face, checking that he could still breathe, and slowly removing the tube that was in his nose, a very, very, uncomfortable sensation.

Breathing was still hard, so Vespa put some more tubes up his nose, despite his complaints.

“Steel, you’ll be fine, less uncomfortable the other, it’s just gonna sit in your nostrils, calm down, I gotta keep you breathing or your boyfriends gonna be mad, and so will the captain.”

He let her do it.

When she finally was done poking and prodding him, he looked at whoever was laying on him.

Nureyev.

He looked like shit, his black hair was greasy and he was wearing one of Juno’s shirts, and a pair of leggings Rita had bought him.

It made Juno’s heartbreak.

“He’s sat vigil in here for days, so figured we’d let him sleep.”

He looked back at Vespa, hell she looked exhausted too, her eyes were deep and sad, wearing a sweater Juno had knit for her, and jeans that she’d always had.

“Call if you need anything, I’ll let you rest but uh, sure everyone will wanna come see you soon.”

She stalked towards the door, and he felt an odd pang of affection for her.

“Thanks, Vespa”

She smiled and he swore for a second that she looked almost relieved.

“No problem Steel, just… don’t do this again.”

Some time passed, and he was able to wiggle his arm out from under Peter, running his hand through the thief’s hair.

“Mmph-“

Peter was making noises in his sleep, and it took a lot of what Juno had not to laugh, god, he loved this man.

“-uno?”

Peter was looking up, with bleary eyes, and part of Juno felt guilty, his eyes were puffy and red, clearly crying before he fell asleep.

“Hey, sleepyhead”

It took Peter a moment to process, he was clearly overtired, but when he finally processed who was talking to him, his eyes filled with a bright color, with a hint of worry left in them.

“Juno, oh, my love, you’re awake.”

Peter looked like he was about to cry, and he shot up from where he was sitting, likely uncomfortably, and he kissed Juno’s face in any place he could reach, and before long, Juno felt tears that weren’t his own on his face.

“Baby, babe, stop”

Peter looked vaguely like a wounded animal at being told to stop loving his lady, the lady whom he thought would die in his arms.

“Nureyev, baby, I’m okay, I’m okay baby, I’m here”

Juno held his face so gently, wiping the tears that were staining his perfect skin.

“I’m sorry I scared you baby”

Peter pulled away from him, sitting on the bed next to him, slipping on the mask of Ransom.

“My dear I am sorry you were so poorly and I couldn’t do anything I just-“

Juno sat up carefully, and leaned forward, grabbing Nureyevs face.

“Baby, it’s ok to be scared and sad, it’s alright”

Peter fell against Juno’s chest, careful not to jostle him too much and not to hurt him.

Juno wrapped his arms around Peter’s back, holding him close.

“I was- I was so scared, you- you were-“

Juno shushed him, the sound of Peter crying hurt his heart, and he was sure Vespa would explain when she got back.

A knock on the door, probably the others, Peter sat up, quickly donning his mask again, just before the door swung open to reveal the rest of the crew, Rita running towards Juno’s bed.

“Oh Mista steel I was so worried and I-“

Juno opened his arms, and Rita carefully climbed onto the bed, where Ransom had evacuated for just this purpose.

“I’m sorry I worried you, Rita.”

She escaped his hug, carefully wiping her tears and nose on her sweater.

“Oh Mista Steel it’s alright I just.. it felt too much like ol times for a bit, but Mista Jet helped a bit but I was still real worried cause Miss Doctor Vespa said-“

Just then, Buddy and Vespa came into view, gently cutting Rita off.

“Why don’t we let my Vespa explain that, dear?”

Rita nodded and slid off the bed, pushing Peter back onto it, while Buddy sat on the opposite side.

“The sola was laced.”

Juno cringed, trying to look away from them, ashamed and embarrassed, but Buddy (and the tubes in his nose) kept him looking at the crew, at his family.

“We- we can talk about that later, though, uh, the point is is that you had a tear in your stomach and you- you flatlined at one point��

Peter looked away from him, and Juno reached and grabbed his hand, it was scary, yeah, but he was asleep, and Peter had to see it.

“I had to intubate and you woke up at one point and I had to sedate you, it was bad, really bad.. heh”

Buddy held her hand, and he looked up to see Jet had a hand on Rita’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t- I didn’t mean to”

Vespa sighed and sat next to Buddy on the bed, closer than he had been to her while conscious.

“I know, but you’re gonna need to be more careful for a while, you’re stomach is healing, you’ll make a full recovery.”

He smiled and thanked her again, and after a short time, it was decided that he could probably go back to his quarters, mostly so that Peter would actually sleep but no one said that, with the proper equipment and supervision.

After everyone else had left, it was just Juno and his love again, and it was even more obvious how tired he was now.

“Nureyev, baby, when’s the last time you slept in an actual bed? I was out for four days, please tell me you actually slept during that time?”

Peter avoided his gaze, fiddling with his fingers, almost moving them as a fidget, something they’d tried to get him to stop doing.

“Babe?”

Juno was worried about Peter, he looked pale and thin, more so than usual, and the way he held himself was one that usually was reserved for when the thief was in pain, hunched over, his perfect posture gone.

“Juno I-“

The lady could tell his love felt guilty, though he couldn’t understand why.

“Baby, I know you were worried but… I’m okay now, and you know that not sleeping, and sitting in that chair for so long makes your pain worse, why didn’t you let someone else sit with me?”

The thief looked exhausted, leaning his head in his hands.

“I couldn’t simply leave you, Juno, I needed to be there-” Juno sighed, truthfully the lady himself was exhausted, the nose tubes had been removed, as were most of the IVs, save the antibiotics Vespa didn’t trust him to take on his own.

“C’mere”

Juno opened his arms, and after a moment of hesitation, his thief shuffled into the open arms, still stiff in his form.

“I’m sorry”

The thief was uncharacteristically quiet, his voice shaky, and you can tell he had wrecked it from crying.

“Baby you didn’t… you didn’t do anything wrong, just, please take care of yourself too, I know I was sick but I don’t like seeing you hurt”

Peter rested his head on the lady’s chest, his chest was still bare, years of scars exposed from many things to Peter, they only made Juno more beautiful, but his heart still ached at his perfect love’s suffering.

He reached his arm across Juno, running slim fingers against the scars, both self-inflicted and those from many syringes that had entered it.

The ones from his years partying were the ones Peter hated the most right now.

Juno sighed, gently moving his love’s hand from the arm, and cradling his face and meeting red-rimmed eyes, glistening with guilt and relief.

He pulled him closer, feeling warm breath on his skin was grounding, he was exhausted and the shame was setting in.

“Let’s just get some sleep, baby, we can talk more tomorrow”

After a few moments of silence and Juno had assumed the thief was asleep, a few more moments and he was almost asleep.

“Juno I- I thought I was going to lose you when I just got you back, you died and I was scared”

Peter was crying, holding him tightly as he could without hurting him.

“I love you, Juno.”

No matter how many nights they spent together or how many times he said it, making love in their room, or simply staring into the eyes of the other it would never stop making the lady’s heart flutter.

“I love you too, Nureyev.”

It didn’t take long for the thief’s breathing to even out, followed shortly by Juno’s own.

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Buddy checked on them the next morning, knowing they wouldn’t make it to breakfast, and thought of her own love suffering when she found out how ill Buddy was, how hurt Peter was.

She put it away for another time.

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