#and i want that shot of mat wiping his eyes and then laughing tattooed onto my brain

[markantonys]

THE WHEEL OF TIME | 2x06

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[crmsfanfiction]

Closure

Tessa narrowed her eyes at her best friend Natasha as she sparred with her. “You want to what?” she asked as she pinned Nat again. “I want you to meet a friend of mine. He is really nice, and he’d be perfect for you.” Nat said as she reversed you hold and pinned her to the mats. Tessa groaned as she tapped out. Natasha released her hold and stood up, holding out a hand to help Tessa up. Tessa glared at her and grabbed her hand. “You mean like Steve was perfect for me? We all know how that went.” Natasha had the decency to blush at the accusing tone and glare sent her way. “How was I to know that you’d get on like oil and water? You are both so similar in personality and humor.”

“Oh, I don’t know maybe because we are from TWO different worlds! What made you think I was going to be perfect for America’s Golden Boy? I’m the polar opposite of him. He’s all decency and sweetness. I’m a jaded ex-assassin with dyed hair and tattoos. He couldn’t even look me in the eye after you introduced us and then he couldn’t getaway fast enough.” Tessa groused as she stalked to the treadmills and set a grueling pace. Nat shrugged and hopped onto the treadmill next to Tessa and matched her pace.

Tony was having another party. Big surprise there. The man lived for throwing parties. This one was going to be a huge blowout. Tessa had successfully avoided going to any of Tony’s parties after the first one she’d been too, and she’d met Steve there through Nat’s insistence. Anytime rumors of a party were thrown around the office, Tessa would disappear and not reappear until three days later, usually with a new tattoo or hair color. This time Natasha had made sure no one had mentioned the party on penalty of death, by her hands. Tessa was clueless and just thought she was heading to the compound for a girl’s night in with Natasha and Wanda.

45 minutes later found Tess and Nat going their separate ways with the promise of seeing each other in a few hours. Tessa headed to her small studio apartment in Soho, while Nat headed back to the compound to get things ready for the night. Being an attaché/security personal for Natasha and Clint during public appearances meant that Tessa was extremely close to both Avengers, but she’d not kept up with the rest. She’d met Wanda during a girl’s night with Nat and had taken a liking to the younger woman. Tony had offered her an apartment in the compound, but Tessa had declined. She liked being about to get away from, everyone after a long day.

Several hours later found Tessa taking a shower again after cleaning her apartment, moving furniture around again, flipping her mattress, and grocery shopping for the next couple of weeks. She had a bag packed to crash with Nat. Tessa quickly finished in the shower and turned off the water, pulling her robe on as she stepped out. She wrapped her hair in a towel and pulled on a pair of hunter green leggings and a black t-shirt. It was cooler out, but not cold yet. Fall was starting to come. Throwing her hair up in a French braid, Tessa was out the door and flagging down a cab. Telling the cabbie where to go, Tessa sat back and sighed. She needed tonight. It had been too long since they’d had done this.

Natasha pulled open her door before Tessa had raised her hand to knock, pulling the other woman in quickly. Tessa didn’t have time to adjust to the sudden change before she was pushed into Nat’s bedroom and down in front of her vanity. Nat started to fuss around, applying Tessa’s make-up before Tessa could take in the fact that Nat was dressing in a dark blue long sleeve bodycon dress, it fit her like a glove. Pushing Nat away Tessa took in the shorter Russian and narrowed her eyes. “Why are you dressed up?”

Natasha shrugged as she continued to put on Tessa’s make-up. Fussing until she had it just right. Tessa was impressed her blue eyes were smoldering in the make-up. Wanda and Pepper both walked in dressed to the nines as Natasha pulled her hair out of the French braid and did a more ethereal looking braid and draped her hair over her left shoulder. She pushed a dress into her hands and shoved her into the bathroom to get dressed.

Tessa pulled on the dress and tried to adjust it down her legs, but it didn’t go past her mid-thigh. It was square necked, barely on her shoulders, wine red with a small zipper on the right hem. It was long sleeved and fit her perfectly, like it was made for her.  She left the bathroom and slipped on a pair of black heeled thigh high boots that Wanda handed her. Tessa took in her full appearance and the groaned. “Tony’s having a party, isn’t he?” Wanda and Pepper nodded as they subtlety moved out of her arm reach as Natasha hugged her waist and grinned, “You. You’re coming. No excuses now. You can meet Bucky.”

Tessa hung her head and allowed herself to be pulled out of Nat’s apartment and into the elevator that would take them to the top floor of the compound. “I hate you all so much. You know I hate Stark’s parties. Also, I’m not meeting “Bucky”. What kind of name is Bucky anyway? Sounds like a five-year-old.”

“Quit bitching and smile. Free alcohol and food. Also, Bucky is a good man. He’s been through some shit, but he’s a good man. Bucky is just a nickname anyway.” Natasha said as they walked into the party. Wanda linked her arm through Tessa’s while Nat went off in search of Bucky. “Let’s get some wine?”

“Whiskey for me please.” Tessa said as they stood at the bar. Sipping her whiskey Tessa turned to find Nat heading her way with a man in tow. Tessa downed her drink and headed the opposite way. She didn’t want to meet this guy. He already sounded like he had baggage on top of baggage. Tessa had her own issues and didn’t want to deal with anyone else’s shit. She found an empty conference room and snuck inside, closing the door quietly. She wandered over to the windows and looked out over the landscape. She was lost in thought when the door opened and then closed quickly. Tessa turned to see a guy with long brown hair straightening out his shirt, when the sounds of the lock being engaged shot through the room. Rushing to the door Tessa slammed her fist against it. “Damnit Natalia Alianovna Romanoff! UNLOCK THIS DOOR NOW!”

A breathy laugh could be heard from the other side, “Not until you talk to Bucky. You’ll thank me in the morning.” Footsteps could be heard walking away from the door. Tessa slammed her hand once more against the door as she turned to take in the man behind her. He was tall, well-built, long brown hair, icy blue eyes and was that a metal arm? She quicky looked him up and down again, recognition dawning in her eyes, “You!?”

Recognition dawned in Bucky’s eyes as well as he took in the woman in front of him. She was taller than Natasha, but shorter than him. Long black hair and dark blue eyes. “Thessalia?” he breathed out as he took a step towards her. Tessa put her hand up to halt his progress. “No. I’m not doing this. We are not going back to ancient history. I’m going to sit here until someone unlocks the door and you’re going to sit there quietly and then we will go our separate ways. Never to speak again.” Tessa said as she sat down and turned away from Bucky. He sighed and sat down across the room from her. He knew better than to argue with Thesslia. Though he knew from experience she’d break her silence and ask the question he was dreading.

“Why did you leave me?” Tessa asked as she turned to look at the man across from her with unshed tears in her eyes. Bucky quickly stood up and wrapped his arms around Tessa as he pulled her out of the chair. “They threatened your life. Told me I either go back or they’d kill you.” Bucky said as he caressed her face gently. Closing her eyes as the tears spilled over, she leaned into his touch for a moment. Bucky leaned down intent on kissing Tessa when the sound of the door being opened cause Tessa to jump back from him. They turned to see a drunk couple stumble into the room. “Oh, sorry we didn’t know this room was occupied.” The woman said as she pushed her companion out of the room and closed the door behind them.

Tessa laughed as she wiped her face and turned to Bucky. “Good-bye James.” She pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek as she walked away from him. She headed back down to Natasha’s room and slammed open the door. Nat and Wanda were sitting in front of the tv watching Supernatural reruns on Netflix.

“Natasha, no more setting me up with people, but thank you for tonight.” Tessa said as she flopped onto the couch and hugged Nat.

[beccasissy69]

Happy Birthday Becca!

“You want a hot body? You want a Bugatti? You want a Maserati? You better work bitch“

Pop music played over the headphones with an indistinct undertone of hushed whispers. The room was completely dark and it’s only occupant stared blankly into nothing while what was left of her mind remembered fragments of her day.

After she’d gotten out of bed, she put on a sports bra and mini skirt before her personal trainer had arrived and she’d been put through her paces for an hour before she spent 20 minutes “paying” for her training. This meant that she could have breakfast, a small bowl of cereal, because she had something to pour over it.

Then she’d been to her tattoo artist for the final touches to her tramp stamp. The work had already been paid for, she didn’t know what design had been picked (she’d been forbidden to see it until it was finished)  but the finished piece looked so good, she decided the artist deserved a tip and she’d taken care of it before fixing her makeup and moving to her next appointment.

At the beauticians, she’d been pampered, had extensions put in, her makeup done and the longest set of nails they had available glued on. When she’d asked for the nails, they’d asked if she really wanted them, her hands would be useless for most everyday tasks but she’d smiled and told them to go ahead!

Then her memory went a little fuzzy, what had happened next? How had she gotten here and where was she anyway?

“1, 2, 3”

The track changed and her mind went back to her personal trainer, she wasn’t sure which was harder, the workout or the payment but she knew you didn’t get a body like that without working.

The music and the voices stopped, “I hope you’ve enjoyed your day so far, we’re there so it’s time for part two.”

She hadn’t realized she’d been moving but she felt the room decelerate and then stop. A door opened and light streamed in, she realized she was tied to a chair and couldn’t really move but she saw her long nails painted a deep, lustrous red and just stared at them, so pretty!

She felt someone walk up behind her and the headphones were removed. “This isn’t what you’re expecting, but it’s your special day so Goddess has arranged a surprise for you.”

A woman moved round to stand in front of her. She attached a collar around her throat and clipped a lead to it and then she pulled out a blindfold. Slipping it over her eyes, she whispered, “this is so you don’t spoil the surprise!”

She felt the bonds that held her down be removed and felt the woman’s hand on her arm. “Stand up slowly,” she said as she helped to pull her up. She was wearing large, steep heels, but she was used to them and she was able to stand with the woman’s help.

She was slowly lead out of the back of the van and helped down the drop to the ground. She noticed that her heels sank into the ground, she was on grass!, and she was slowly led in one direction.

After a couple of minutes, they stopped walking. She was told to stand still and felt the lead been removed. She felt the woman reach behind her head and start to remove the blindfold, with a flourish it was taken off and she squealed “Happy Birthday Becca!”.

Becca squinted in the sudden sunlight and saw 5 heavily muscled, completely naked black men surrounding her. One of them was pointing a video camera at her face and he began laughing, “Ha, ha, ha the bitch is blushing redder than her nails”.

The woman leaned closer and whispered, “this is your Birthday present from Goddess, it’s been broadcast live over the internet and she’s watching, so be a good girl and do her proud!” She kissed Becca on the cheek and then moved back to the edge of the clearing.

“Hello boys,” Becca squeaked nervously.

“COME HERE,” one of the guys commanded, Becca started walking towards him, moving slowly on her heels, “NOW BITCH,” he shouted and Becca fell to her knees and began crawling.

He was stood on a big plastic mat and when Becca reached him, she looked up at him and even limp his dick seemed massive. “We’re not paying for you to look at it, get to work bitch!.” Becca’s mouth opened and she started to lick the head. 

Two of the other guys walked over and stood either side of the first and looked at her expectantly, she realized what they wanted and raised her hands to work their cocks at the same time she started sucking on the first one.

They started to get hard and that was when she felt the fourth guy make his presence known when she felt a finger start to invade her pussy! She let out a moan (or at least as much as could escape round the cock in her mouth) as it was joined by a second and then third.

The guy with the camera was walking round filming things and offering encouragement and instructions to the other four. After a few minutes of action, they switched positions and the guy with the camera warned them, “don’t forget, do what you want but don’t cum in her pussy, I’m the alpha so it’s reserved for me.”

After the four guys had tried each position, the one who was currently in her mouth started breathing heavily and she felt him tense, he pulled his cock out of her mouth so quickly there was an audible POP and blasted cumshot after cum shot on her face.

He backed off and another guy replaced him, he was hard from the hand job he’d been receiving, and only lasted about 30 seconds before he came in her mouth. The guy who’d been fucking her moved to her mouth and just before he put his cock in her, the guy she was jerking off shot in her hair.

The fourth guy told her to her open her fucking mouth and shoved himself in balls deep straight away before starting to face fuck her and it wasn’t long before he squirted his load directly in her stomach.

The last guy passed the camera to one of the others and walked towards her. Becca saw that his cock was the biggest of them all by a large margin and she started to shy away. He marched up to her and flipped her onto her back. “Don’t you back away from me” he said, slapping her in the face. He was already erect and forced his way into her pussy and began to fuck her. “God you’re trash,” he laughed and then wrapped one of his hands around her throat and started to choke her.

Her head started to roll back and he started to slap her again, “where do you think you’re going?” he bellowed. The abuse continued until he lifted her up, flipped her round and started to pile drive her while he pushed her face into the mat. 

She lost track of time but finally he roared and released a huge load deep inside her. He pulled out and threw a handful of tissues at her, “clean yourself up bitch” he laughed and walked over to the other woman.

She started to wipe herself down, listening to the two of them talk but not really paying attention.

“Worth every penny,” he said handing over a large stack of cash, “but I have to know is it really her birthday?”

“You know what, I think it actually is but does it matter? She knew what she was signing up for even if she doesn’t remember now. She’s got two more “surprises” lined up today, 40 guys want a bukkake sissy this afternoon and then tonight some guy wants a bimbo escort dinner date he can humiliate in public and then abuse in private. People pay to watch her online and people pay to meet her.”

She walked over to Becca and passed her a small case, “fix your makeup Becca and we’ll go and get a nice massage to celebrate your birthday.”

When she was reapplying her lipstick, the woman slipped the headphones back over her ears and Becca smiled at the familiar tune.

“You want a hot body? You want a Bugatti? You want a Maserati? You better work bitch“

[artificialqueens]

A Kiss to Grow(Adorney) Ch. 1 - OtterInYourWater

A/N: Hi! So, I’ve had this sitting in my docs for a few(like 5) months and decided to edit and post it today. This series won’t be long, only 3-4 chapters max. I’m really proud of the way I wrote this, and hope that others enjoy it. Peace, pride, and happy reading, Loves! -Xo Otter

Adore

Adore walked sluggishly into the abandoned studio, her normally bright green eyes bloodshot and face sullen. Her body ached, and her joints screamed in pain with every little movement she made.

But, she barely noticed. Nothing seemed to hurt after she’d had her heart broken beyond repair. It was shattered, and no one was willing in the slightest to help pick up the pieces.

The brunette furthered her way into a run-down bathroom. Grime covered the walls, she could barely see out of the mirrors, and the plumbing didn’t really work, but it was a part of her little sanctuary.

Pulling herself out of the clothes she’d been wearing aside from a bra and boy-shorts, Adore stared at herself through the mirrors. The fact that she hadn’t been eating much was noticeable in her lithe frame, her eyes were dull and glassy, her normally fluffy caramel locks were matted and unkempt.

Her eyes and hands trailed down to the black ink of her jutting hip bones, tracing the knife pattern. She still remembered when she and Courtney had walked into the tattoo parlor, much younger then and too wrapped up in each other to notice anything wrong.

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…Flashback, 3 years ago…

“Ohh Cooooouuuurrrrt, wakey wakey,” Adore giggled as she straddled her lover, bouncing and trying to wake her from sleep.

“Shud up, lemme sleep,” Came the muffled response.

Playfully, the brunette lightly pounded at the skin of Courtney’s shoulder-blades. She groaned, burrowing her face further into the pillows.

“C'mon! We have tattoos to be tattooed.”

With a burst of strength, she moved her body to the side, effectively displacing her girlfriend. Courtney laughed as she heard her fall to the ground and screech. She rolled to her side, looking at the pouting face of the brunette in amusement.

“Hey! That wasn’t nice,” She whined, crossing her arms over her bare chest.

“Wasn’t supposed to be,” The two young adults laughed together, sitting in the early hours of the morning with light streaming through windows.

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“Welcome, what'cha here for?” A heavily pierced and tattooed man said to them as they entered the quaint building.

Adore explained what they were there for and the man nodded before leading them back into a sterile room.

“So. Which one of ya’s goin’ first?” His gruff voice permeated the air. Adore felt the grip on her hand tighten and watched as the blonde visibly shrank in her spot.

“I’ll go,” She said as Courtney let out a small sigh of relief.

“Alrigh’, just take off your shirt, lay down, and try to relax.”

Adore did as told, staring blankly at the ceiling as the tattoo artist pulled on a pair of black latex gloves and set to work.

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Originally, she would have smiled at the memory. But, the young woman ran a hand through her hair as he sighed in resignation.

She placed her black duffel bag in the sink’s basin, unzipping it and grabbing the few items in it.

After she dressed in silence, Adore stared intensely at the promise ring on her right hand, tightly coiled around her index finger and gleaming in the dim lighting. Her hands balled into fists and her arms shook in anger. Tears rimmed her blurry eyes. She pulled the once sacred band off and placed it on the sink’s corner, glaring at the engraved lettering.

�� ‘Always and forever’. Guess you didn’t mean it…’ She thought sullenly as salty tears rolled down her cheeks and collected at the base of her chin, dripping onto the tile floor and echoing throughout the room. She didn’t even bother to wipe them away. No one was there, no one could judge her, just herself.

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…Flashback, two months ago…

Adore rushed into the bathroom of their shared apartment, slamming against the door and sliding down, body shaking in sobs and anger. Her forearms covered her face, wiping furiously at the tears.

She stared into nothing, wishing to just turn back time to when things were fun and okay and worry-free. Back to when they were just in high school, when everything was blurred by love, dates, and sweet gestures.

“Fuck. You. Courtney Act,” The brunette’s normally bright and cheery voice spat out, tone laced in venom. “Fuck you and your stupid games.”

Her gaze turned towards the white medicine cabinet on the wall, no hesitation in her movements when she scrambled up from her spot and opened it. Bleary eyes darted around, searching for any bottle of pills. Adore grabbed a container of sleeping pills, twisting the cap open.

She paused. “I-is this what love does to you?” Her voice trembled. What was She doing? Why did she want this? Nothing would be the same if she went through with it, but wasn’t that the point of his existence right now?

Adore’s hands gripped at the sides of the sink, knuckles white and feet bouncing. Her breaths became uneven, mind whirring with new scenarios.

“C-can’t, I-I can’t. Too much,” The whisper of her voice was foreign.

She screamed out, felt her vocal chords become shot, felt the sense of loss in feeling. She became numb.

…Flashback Over…

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Adore’s knees buckled and she sank down, holding her head in her hands. Sobs overtook her frame, shaking her soul. 'Was I not good enough?’ She thought as the salt from the tears hit her tongue.

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…Flashback, two months ago…

Adore whistled as she walked home, bright eyes gleaming. Her arms had been weighed down with a bag of groceries, as well as a colorful bouquet of flowers for her girlfriend. She twirled the key to their apartment around her finger, unlocking the door once she reached their floor.

The brunette strolled in, placing the plastic bag on the marble counter. She looked around, confused as to where Courtney was. Before she’d gone off to get the miscellaneous items, the Australian had been writing down lyrics for her next song, the crumpled papers and pens were even still out and strewn across their faux-fur rug in the living room. Marking it off as to her being in a separate room, Adore thought nothing of it.

She waltzed to the back of the apartment, to their shared bedroom, all the while smiling jovially. She walked through the door to the bedroom, ready to change back into pajamas and buckle down to answer emails and other decidedly boring adult things.

Her heart sank to the soles of her feet at the sight that graced her vision when she opened the door. Her breath was stolen, she was gasping for air.

There, pressed against a wall and locked in a kiss with a stranger, was Courtney; her promised partner of several years.

In that moment, all Adore saw was red. She couldn’t remember what her voice yelled at the top of her lungs, couldn’t remember what thoughts raced through her mind, couldn’t remember what Courtney said in defense. She only remembered a dark, crimson red, akin to that of blood, and feeling as though her entire world had caved in on her. Adore lost one of the people that she cared for most in life.

She’d lost her better half.

…Flashback Over…

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“A-Adore…?” Her head shot up at the mention of her own name. It was that unmistakable voice, even though it was hoarse and strained.

“…Courtney?” Her mouth was agape in utter shock, wondering how and why the blonde had sought out to find her.

She was in trouble.

[iawriter]

The Divergent Maze Part 3

Tris

Four walked into the Dauntless dorm room carrying a steel pipe in his hand. He used the pipe to bang on the stair railing, waking up everyone sleeping in the room. “Get up. No breakfast today. We’re starting training first thing this morning. Training room in 15. Got it? Dismissed.” Four left the room after giving his orders.Tris threw a pillow onto Christina’s bunk fully waking her up.“Hey watch it stiff.” Christina said with a laugh. Tris smiled back. She wondered would everyone always think of her as just a 'stiff’ forever? The rest of the imitates dragged their bodies into the training room, still tired from the night before.

“The object of today’s training is knife throwing. I explained the rules about the rankings board already, no need to waste more breath. Stand at your mark. Four will show you an example of how to angle and throw a knife into your target.” Eric instructed. Four demonstrated for the class. Each initiate lined up at a starting line across from a cardboard version of a human body with a circle penciled in around the heart area. They were given a set of 4 knives. Tris took her first shot. She made it right in the circle. Same for her next 3 tries. Four looked at her with a slight smile which he quickly hid. Will on the other hand, missed every single shot. One knife hit the target and bounced back into the range. “That was pathetic. Go get it.” Eric said.

“N–now? While every one is still throwing?”  Will stammered.

“Are you afraid?” Eric asked, without an ounce of sympathy in his voice.

“Of getting stabbed by an airborne knife? Yeah.” Will replied.

“Everybody stop!” Eric shouted, and the initiates ceased throwing. “Stand in front of the target.”

“Come on ma—” Thomas started, but Teresa held him back, pulling his arm. Eric didn’t even register that Thomas had spoke out. He kept his gaze fixated on Will. Will walked slowly and nervously towards the cardboard target.

“Four, gimme a hand here.” Four walked over, expressionless. “You’re gonna stand there while he throws those knifes. And if I see you flinch, you’re out.” Tris tensed up. Oh no, not Will. He can’t do it. I have to do something. She thought to herself. “One thing that you will learn here is that orders are not optional.” Eric finished. Four gathered four knives and stood in front of Will. As Four stood ready to throw a firm voice behind him spoke up saying, “STOP! Anybody can stand in front of a target. It doesn’t prove anything.” It was Tris.  "Then it should be easy for you to take his place. Same rules apply.��� Eric confirmed.

Tris walked over and switched places with Will. She gave a slight nod to Four to let him know he should continue. She looked into his eyes from across the range. Even though they were emotionless, she tried to remember the eyes she met with the first time she saw him, after jumping off the roof of the Dauntless compound. The first throw hit the wood part of the target, close to Tris’ thigh. She didn’t even look.  "Oh, come on Four.” Eric said mocking Four’s low throw, not knowing it was purposeful. The second throw hit the wood part of the target again, but in align with Tris’ face. “You can get closer than that.” Eric taunted. All Four wanted to do was stop. Keeping his cover Four said with a smirk, “You want me to give her a little trim?” “Yeah. Maybe just a little off the top.” Eric replied. The third throw hit the target this time, right above Tris’ head. Tris took a deep breath in. The fourth throw was right next to her head, nicking part of her ear, making it bleed.

“Points for bravery, stiff.” There’s that name again. Tris thought. “But not as many as you just lost for opening your mouth.  .  . Now watch yourself. We train soldiers not rebels.” Eric responded.

“Alright meet back by the wrestling mat in two minutes. Go.” Four announced.  

Tris marched past Four on her way to the wrestling mat. “You alright?” Four asked, genuinely meaning it. “You cut me.” Tris responded.

“I meant to.”

“You think he was gonna let you off without a scratch? You’d still be standing there if I hadn’t hit you.”

“So am I supposed to thank you?” Tris asked with an eyebrow raised.

“You supposed to be smart. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have.” That was his last comment. He turned and left.

What does that even mean? Does he care about me or something?

Tris walked away, put her knives back into the utility closet, and headed to the wrestling mat. She stood next to Thomas and whispered 'hi’ to him, nudging his arm. Other than Christina, Tris felt that Thomas might be her only friend.

“Christina. Molly. On the mat.” Eric ordered. Christina and Molly warred against each other on the mat. When Christina couldn’t take it any more she pleaded with Eric to let her stop. “I can’t do it anymore. I give up I give up.” She said. Eric lifted Christina off the mat. Handed her a towel to wipe the blood from under her nose. He placed his hand on her lower back as a support as he walked her over in the direction of the infirmary. “Follow me initiates.” he said. Tris thought this was weird, why would the whole group need to come to the nurse? Eric almost looked human for a second as he tenderly guided Christina through the Dauntless halls. The dauntless compound had water that ran through it. When the group reached chasm, they organized them selves single file so that they would fit on the bridge that was above the chasm.

“You feelin’ a little better?” Eric asked Christina.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She responded with a smile, still shocked that Eric seemed to have a heart.

“Good.” He responded. Just that quickly Eric pushed Christina off the side of the bridge and caught her by her left wrist. “Grab the rail. Or don’t” He said with a shrug.

Tris looked back at Thomas who once again was ready to get involved in the issue. Tris was mortified, but she signalled Thomas with her eyes not to act. Christina struggled as her feet dangled over the bottomless chasm.

“You got three options. Hang there and I’ll forget your cowardice. Fall and die. Or give up. But if you give up you’re out.”

Christina struggled some more. Condensation from the moisture of the chasm below her, dripped from the wire cables above. Her fingers started to slip. Tris couldn’t watch. She wanted to help, but she had pushed her luck with Eric enough for one day.

“Come on Chris.” Tris tried to reassure her friend. Eric shot her a deadly look for speaking out loud again. Great. After what felt like a lifetime, Eric shouted, “Time!” and Tris and Thomas ran to Christina’s aid. She fell into Thomas’ arms panting and struggling for air as she hysterically cried.

“Oh please don’t be dramatic.” Eric said. “Dauntless never give up.” With that, he turned and left the group.

After dropping Christina  off at the infirmary, Thomas, Tris and Teresa went to check the scoreboard to see where they ranked after their two days of training. Teresa and Thomas both made it over the red line, along with Minho, Peter, Frypan, Molly, and Winston. Tris held her head low as she saw the names Newt and Tris below the red line.

“When I get my hands on Eric…Tris you deserve to be up here. You had frickin’ knives thrown at your head and you didn’t move a muscle. If that’s not dauntless I don’t know what is.” Thomas said grumbling.

Teresa touched his arm trying to calm him down. Tris noticed this. “Don’t be a slinthead Thomas. Remember, we’re here to pass and lay low.” Teresa said. “Look, I’m sorry Tris. You should have been up there with us. Newt too.”

Tris looked at the ground and then pretended to tie and untie her shoes as she tried to come up with a response. She couldn’t. She left the Thomas and Teresa near the rankings board and walked back to her dorm. Thomas tried to go after her, but Teresa told him it she might want some alone  time right now. Thomas fought her on it, but then came to see her point of view. Sitting on Tris’ bed was Peter, looking sly as normal.

“What the heck do you want?”

“I’m just here to congratulate you stiff.” he said with a laugh.

“Shut your hole.” Minho defended from across the room.

“What? You’re famous now.” Peter continued. “I mean not because of the thing with Eric. But, Hey. You’re in the news. Yeah, listen. 'The recent transfers of Beatrice and Caleb Prior, children of Andrew Prior, call into question the soundness of abnegation’s teachings and values. What prompted them to leave? Perhaps the answer lies in the corrupted ideal of an entire faction. The theft of resources, the general incompetence, the abuse of their children…’” Peter read from the newsletter.

“So, did they beat you? Like Marcus Eaton’s kid?”

“They didn’t beat anyone. They’re good people.” Tris said, biting down tears.

“Right. And that’s why you left?–'Cause they’re 'such good people’?” Peter said using his finger’s as quotation marks to mock Tris.

“Alright that’s it, I said shut up. ”  Minho sprung from his beat and punched Peter in the face.

“Okay, okay, aight aight, I’m done, chill.” Peter said as he held his mouth.

Minho put his arm around Tris, nodded for his friends to come with and stormed out the dorms.

“Sorry, I lost my temper. He’s such a jerk.” Minho said.

“No, no. That’s okay. Thank you actually.” Tris responded. Minho nodded with a 'no problem’.

The group turned the corner and Will spotted something weird approaching them. A group of people dressed in blue started walking towards the group. It was Erudite. Leading the group was Jeanine Matthews. “What is she doing here? Why is Erudite at dauntless?” Will asked under his breath. As soon as the group of Erudite was about to pass Tris and her friends they stopped.

“You were Andrew Prior’s daughter right? Beatrice?”

She remembered my name? How?? What’s up with that…Tris thought to herself.

“It’s just 'Tris’ now.” she managed to get out.

“Ha. Tris, I like that.” Jeanine responded. She then lifted back the collar of Tris’ shirt to reveal her tattoo. “You made an impressive choice, Tris, despite your parents. And your test result.” This troubled Tris.

Uh oh, does she know it was inconclusive??

“I’m glad you were smart enough to know your own mind. Let me know if you ever need anything.”

Thomas

“Oh good, the outsiders are here as well. How are you guys accommodating here at Dauntless?” Jeanine asked Thomas and the former gladers. The gladers looked around awkwardly as they scrambled for words.

“Uh, we’re fine. We like our faction, having chose it or not. We appreciate the uh, opportunity we’ve been given to do some good.” Thomas said as he spat out the words.

“Excellent. You should be grateful. We rescued you from the maze trials, and given your dauntless aptitude we believe that you are a perfect fit here. I am pleased that it has been successful.” Jeanine said and then walked off.

The eyes of Tris, Al, Christina, and Will all turned to Thomas and the former gladers. They heard what Jeanine said about the 'maze trials’.

“Does someone care to explain?” Tris asked.

“T–Tris it’s really complicated.”

“Oh please. Need I say again I’m candor at heart. What are 'maze trials’?”

“Shh guys alright we’ll explain, just not here, let’s go back to the recreation center, we’ll grab a drink and a snack and then we will tell you everything.”

The group walked down to the recreational area of the Dauntless Compound near the tattoo parlor. Thomas looked around at the dark space lit only with red LED, as he racked his brain on how to explain where they had come from to his new friends.

“Hey shank, here’s a table.” Minho said as he gestured to a circular metal table close to the bar towards the back of the bar. The rest of the group filed into the seats at the table and a waiter approached them.

“I’m Connor, I ain’t no servant but I’ll be bringing you y'alls drinks tonight so what y'all want?” A dark skinned girl, arms covered in tattoos, asked popping her gum as she talked.

Thomas looked at the rest of the group asking the same question with his eyes.

“Nice to meet you Connor,” Frypan said stuttering at her beauty. “Uh, We’ll take root beers all around.” He said as he looked her up and down. Connor noticed him checking her out, leaned in close to him and whispered, “Comin’ right up.” and walked away.

Minho nudged him in the arm, “I see you Fry, ain’t even been here a minute and you tryna get 'em.” Frypan shugged with a cocky laugh, “What can I say, I got skills not even a maze can strip from me.”

Thomas tensed up again as Frypan said the word maze. “AHEM! There’s that word again. What flipping maze dudes???” Christina said in a yelling whisper and scooting her chair more towards the table.

Thomas looked down at his hands as all the eyes shifted to him. Why do I always have to be the one to explain everything. Mid thought Teresa whispered to Thomas so that no one could hear, “It’s gonna be fine we were invited to be here remember.” She squeezed his hand.

Thomas cleared his throat as the eyes of everyone around him peered with anticipation.

“So there’s this organization, I guess it could be compared to whom ever runs the government here. They are called WICKED. That means World In Catastrophe: Killzone Experiment Department. According to them, in the outside world massive solar flares raged on the planet. Millions died due to the excessive heat, fires, and radiation. Then, because of the decreasing amounts of resources, a virus was released as a means of population control. They created was far more dangerous than they had expected. First it breaks down your body, and then it attacks the mind. It can effect everyone, everyone except us, we are immune. WICKED was so desperate for a cure, and here’s where we come in.”

“In order to determine what makes us different from the rest of humanity. WICKED organized a series of tests that would push our minds so that they could study what enables us to survive. The first part of this was the Maze Trials.” Minho chimed in.

“Yeah… basically we were trapped in the center of this huger than life maze. We called our little center The Glade. It was where we lived. Our only out was to get through that bloody maze. We tried everything, and nothing worked, that’s until this guy showed up.” Newt said and pointed to Thomas.

“This maze was located underneath the headquarters of WICKED, so they could see everything that went on, and they could analyze our brain activity and responses to different obstacles that they threw at us. In the maze they even had these robotic monstrous creatures that would roam the maze at night. We called them Grievers. We were safe as long as we never found ourselves in the maze after dark. ” Minho added.

“Every month WICKED would send a new boy, along with some supplies to the Glade to see how each person would alter or effect the experiment. When I was sent up I immediately started running out because I was so scared. I had no memory of what had happened to me, I couldn’t even remember my own name. Long story short, I couldn’t just stay there in this Glade without knowing why or who put us here. So I joined some of the runners. The runners were a few of us who went out to run the maze during the day and try to map it out. The maze doors opened every morning so we would head out to run, and we had to be back before the maze doors closed at night.  The only issue, the maze pattern changed every single night. Then, and you must think I’m making this up at this point, another unpredictable variable was thrown a—” Thomas started, and was cut off by Christina.

“Hold Hold Hold Hold up! There’s something more? That’s somethin’ else dude. Keep goin though, this is some serious stuff.”

Thomas let out a light chuckle as he looked at the expressions of the non-gladers, shocked, curious, and confused. “ Anyway, the unknown variable was that of Teresa. In this glade of only boys, seeing a girl be sent to us in the box was something rare. And she seemed to know me already. Later we pieced together with our fragmented memories that we once used to be apart of them, apart of WICKED. And they sent us in, fully wiping our memories so they could test how we would adapt. A lot of things went down, and we lost some of our friends of the glade. But for us, the only way we could stop this constant loss was to get out. So one night we did, we fought our way past the grievers and escaped the maze. Then we were rescued, and brought here. I hope  that catches you guys up a bit.” Thomas said with a shrug.

A heavy silence floated over the table and everyone was stiff. The non-gladers tried to process what they had just heard, and the others awkwardly waited to see the reactions of their truth being let out to other people. Connor walked over and thumped the tray of drinks on the table, interrupting the silence. Frypan cleared his throat, “Uh, yeah thanks Connor, uh, we appreciate it.”

“No prob, y'all holler if you need anything else, you know my name, now don’t wear it out.” The gang nodded, and Connor walked away. Thomas passed the rest of the drinks to the people at the table still waiting for any words or reaction to all he just uncovered.

Tris

What does one even do with all of that. A maze? Trials? Viruses? Another organization? Confirmation that there is actually an outside world beyond the walls of Chicago? WICKED?

It was all too much for Tris but she knew that she had to say something. She could see the worried look on Thomas’ face as none in the rest of their party had uttered a word.

“Well, I guess we all come with something. And hey, don’t feel too out of place here. We are more alike than you might realize. I mean, you all had this trial, this experiment. Here we have this training.  We train to see who is cut out to protect the city. You guys were studied to see why you guys were 'cut out’ survive. A–And think, remember our aptitude tests guys?” Tris said as she motioned to the group. “They are pushing our minds and bodies to the breaking point so that we can be better equipped to survive the outside world if our city was attacked. Your city, the world you knew Thomas, was attacked, by virus, by natural disaster, and by man. I–I think, I think, our leaders to some extent are all working for the same goal and don’t even know it.”

The more Tris spoke, the more everything started making sense to her, the more connections she made, the closer she felt to Thomas and his friends.

“Actually, that makes sense.” Will said. “In centuries no one has gone beyond our walls. In all the time that you were in your maze no one ever left. And no one ever came in here. It’s all too similar too coincidental. My theory is that Erudite kept tabs on WICKED possibly having knowledge of your trials, recognized your dauntless ways, and  saw the perfect opportunity for more soldiers.

Wait, so if these kids were never tested and WICKED just made them appear dauntless because of their trials. Is it possible that they are divergent too? This troubled Tris, but she kept her thoughts to herself.

"Well I’ll be, it’s a bloody conspiracy.” Newt said with a laugh. “But hey, the drinks are good, theres clean water and a bed, and we don’t have to grow our own food.”

“I’ll cheers to that.” Winston chimed in, also trying to lighten the mood. The rest of the group clinked their bottles and for the rest of the evening it was pretty enjoyable.

——————–

Today was the day Tris had to fight Peter. She rubbed the scab of where Four had previously cut her ear, sighed, and hopped out of bed. She got on her uniform and headed into the pit. Some trainees were already stationed around the mat ready to watch. Tris felt failure creeping up behind her and her palms began to sweat. How could she take Peter? He hated her guts. Four walked into the training room, and up to Tris and pulled her aside firmly grabbing her arm. “What.” Tris said as she tried to get her arm loose, but Four was stronger.

“Remember what I said about attack?” Tris shook her head.

“First punch, right to the throat, and you watch him. He steps before he punches. Alright?”

Tris nodded.

There he goes again, helping me. He’s so tough all the time but, I don’t know, I think he cares about me… Knock it off Tris. Focus. He’s your instructor. Listen to what he said. 'He steps before he punches. He steps before he punches.’

[shesthelastjedi]

War

Prompt 12: Eric Coulter

“You want a fight. I’ll bring a war.” 

Notes:

Y/N- your name

H/C- Hair color

E/C- eye color

Tagging: @imnotafraid4 @wynterrobin @buried-in-books

Honestly all of you guys who reblog and like my posts make my day! I think I’ve fallen in love with creating Eric in a different mindset than just being a straight-up asshole. I feel like he would be the kind of person to be a hardass to everyone and sometimes to the reader, but in private he would be the type to drop the asshole persona. 

She was tired and moody, this morning mother nature had decided to pay her a visit and a damn initiate decided to challenge her once again. It seemed that the initiates this year were brave and cocky. For some unforeseen reason, they thought she was an easier target. Yet, time and time again she had proved them wrong, but they still came back for more. She leaned against the wall tiredly, when she saw that the hallway was empty. She stood up straighter when she heard heavy footsteps, coming from behind her.

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing. We have a meeting in five and you have me walking around the whole fucking compound looking for you,” She heard Eric’s snide voice from behind her. “Hurry your ass up!”

She rolled her eyes, stifling a yawn wishing that she had decided to deny the leadership role like Four had done. “I didn’t ask you to.” She fell into step beside him, accidentally brushing his shoulder. She felt the urge to yawn again, but she didn’t want to hear Eric’s nagging voice.

“Y/N!” She stopped turning to look at the black-haired male. “Where are you off- Eric..” She turned back to Eric only to see a pissed off look on his face. Being the asshole that he was Eric stood behind her, glaring down at her black haired friend. “I was just wondering if you can reschedule your tattoo appointment for tomorrow evening.”

“Shit, I totally forgot about my appointment. But yeah, tomorrow at seven?” She asked while he nodded. “Okay it’s a date, I really have to go.” She rushed out feeling Eric’s angry gaze on the back of her head. She didn’t notice her friend’s surprised face, because she turned back to Eric grasping his meaty arm pulling him towards the meeting room.

Y/N yawned again while Eric gazed at her. She was one of the few people that he tolerated, and he didn’t want to admit to himself that it bothered him when she said it’s a date. Sure, she was attractive, even more so since she always stood up and never took his shit seriously. But he had never realized how much he was attracted to her.

“How is the training with the initiates going,” Eric brought his attention back to Max while he eyed both her and himself.

“They are courageous, yet cocky. They seem to think that they are better than Four, even as we knock them down time and time again. It’s taking some time to break them, but it’s not impossible and we are only a week behind schedule,” She spoke clenching her fists tightly.

“I have no doubt that you and Four will break them. How are the strategist coming into play,” Max wrote something in his tablet.

Eric watched her E/C eyes light up, while he listened to her absentmindedly. He watched the way her hands moved excitedly as she described her strategies. He wanted to reach forward and brush away the few strands of her H/C hair that fell from her loose bun.

“Eric?” He blinked a few times, before turning to look at Max. “What’s your input?”

He knew he fucked up, he hadn’t heard a word she said, because he was too busy paying attention to her and not what she was saying. “She’s good with strategy. I don’t anything wrong with it.”

Her eyes shot over to him in surprise, before nodding stiffly in thanks. “Alright. Everyone’s dismissed.”

Eric waited for everyone to clear out before he pulled her aside. “Tell me about your strategy again. I wasn’t paying attention.”

She pulled her arm away from him. “So basically you were just spouting bullshit about me being good with strategy. Figures. You know what Eric, I’m not really into explaining it again so you can ask me again tomorrow. Goodnight.” She turned away from him, before flipping him off over her shoulder. He watched her go, noticing the sway of her hip. Eric clenched his fists when he felt the urge to run his hands over her ass.

“I swear Four if they keep testing me I’m going to put them in the infirmary,” Eric listened in on Y/N and Four’s conversation. “Cara asked me to chill out this year with the initiates, you know how she is.”

“Actually I don’t because I’m not the one that used to put initiates in the infirmary,” Four gave her a small grin, before turning his attention back to the initiates. “Maybe that’s what this bunch needs, even when you keep kicking their asses they don’t seem like they’ll respect you, regardless if you're a leader.”

Eric moved closer to the pair, brushing against Y/N. He smirked when he saw her shiver slightly. “What do you think?” She looked up at him, it was one of the things he learned to like about her. She always asked him, no matter if she was pissed off at him or he was pissed off at her.

“It would be interesting. Pick the one who always gives you shit,” He shrugged. “Initiates get your asses around the mat.” He gestured for her to take control.

She grinned up at him, before looking at each of the initiates. She stopped at a blond-haired kid, who was smirking at her. “Blake... Since you won the last three against your competitors you will choose who you want to fight next.” Blake grinned at her before his eyes skimmed lazily over her form.

“You. I wanna fight you.” Eric’s eyes widened slightly at the balls on this kid. Y/N at first glance looked weak, but Eric and Four learned the hard way that she was anything but weak. She had the ability to see every weakness and use it against her opponent. What she lacked in strength she made up for it with her agility and stamina.

She smiled sweetly at the kid, “Alright.” Eric coughed out a laugh. The kid had fallen right into her plan. She took off her boots, going to stand in the middle observing her opponent. “Coulter! Mind telling the rules.”

“The first one to get knocked out loses or we can go with first blood,” Eric leaned against the mat, eyeing her. “Up to you..”

“I love first blood, but I think I’ll go with the first option. Four you’re on standby” She smiled down at him before her body relaxed. “At your call Coulter.”

He felt a surge of pride flow through him, “Fight!”

Eric watched as she lazily eyed the kid. Blake rushed at her, at which she turned slamming her foot into his face. Eric grinned seeing the blood gushing out of his nose. “C’mon, you wanted a fight. You got me all excited.” She taunted him, only to grin when she saw him charging at her. She ducked under him, propelling herself up onto his back jabbing her hand into his neck. “You give?”

“No,” Blake choked out, trying to get her off of his back. She rolled her eyes, using her body weight bringing them down before she tossed him across the mat. “I want a fight!”

Blake got up wiping the blood from his face. Y/N smirked, “You want a fight. I’ll bring a war.” She charged at him, kicking his legs out from underneath him before she grasped both of his arms. “You challenge me and my authority daily. I’ve been trying to mellow out but you fuckers keep pushing me towards the edge.” Blake whimpered below her when she pulled his arms tighter. “So, the next one to disobey me and challenge me again will end up with two dislocated shoulders.” Y/N grasped Blake's right arm dislocating his shoulder. She cut off Blake's scream with a single punch to his face. Eric grinned at her when she turned glaring down at the rest of the initiates, “Do you weaklings understand that?”    

Eric watched in amusement when they all nodded dumbly at her. “Great, you’re all dismissed.” They moved around her, eyeing her wearily. “Eric mind handing me my boots?” He grasped her boots scooting while she scooted towards the edge. She grinned at Four while he rested his hand on her shoulder. “You taking him to the infirmary?” The stiff nodded, hauling the kid up.

“You did good Y/N,” Eric set his hand on her thigh. “It’s hot watching you kick people’s asses.” He ran his hand down to her leg. “Do you want to get a drink with me?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, “What are you playing at?”

Eric sighed leaning against the mat, he wasn’t good at this. Usually, he would ask and the girls would agree without hesitation. “You’ve been on my mind and I decided to act on it. So is it a yes or no?”

She shrugged pulling on her boots. “Sure, but I have my tattoo appointment in fifteen unless you want to come with me then we can get a drink?”

“Sure.”

“Thanks, Derek,” Eric watched her smile at the dark-haired male. The guy eyed Eric back, before smiling down at Y/N. “I’ll talk to you later.” She glanced up at Eric, before turning to leave the small shop. “So, uhm-”

Eric put his arm around her shoulder leading her towards his compartment. “I figured we could have some privacy.” He opened the door for her while she stepped inside. “Sorry about the mess.”

“Mess right,” She joked looking around the cleanroom. “If this your idea of a mess, I’d hate to see when you would call something filthy.” She glanced at the few shirts that were tossed into the chair. She looked back at him, frowning slightly when she noticed how uptight he was. He moved away from the door, heading towards his small fridge, pulling out a few beers. He opened her’s before handing it to her.

Eric leaned against the counter, “I’m not used to the whole talking ordeal.” He downed the beer trying to ease the nerves that he felt.

She shrugged understanding. “You have any cards,” she asked moving to sit on the counter next to him. He nodded grabbing the pack, tossing them at her. “Alright, let’s make this interesting. I win, I get whatever I want from you and if you win then you can choose whatever you want from me. Deal?”

He grinned back, pulling up a stool. Regardless of whatever game they played, he knew that she would most likely win, no matter if he used to be from Erudite. She was extremely good at strategies.

“I win,” Eric grinned at her setting his cards down. “So I get anything I want from you?”

She shuffled the cards again, “Those were the terms. Anything you want.”

He grasped the cards from her, moving to stand in between her legs. Eric put his hand on her cheek, pulling her closer so their lips almost met. “I want a massage.”

Y/N laughed, bumping her head against his. “Deal.”

He moved back while she jumped down from the counter gesturing for him to lead the way. He led her into his neat bedroom, before pulling off his shirt. “Focus on my shoulders,” Eric mumbled before laying down. He heard her laugh again before he felt the bed dip and weight settle on his lower back.

She dug her fingers into his muscles and he had to bite his sheets to keep himself from groaning out in pleasure. Her hands were surprisingly soft with small callouses here and there, but he loved how cool they were against his skin. He turned holding her so that she was still straddling him. She tensed slightly before raising an eyebrow at him.

Y/N raised herself up slightly, reaching towards his shoulders again. He closed his eyes when her fingers massaged his tense muscles. A shiver ran through his body when she ran her hands over his pecs. He found his hands gripping her waist tightly before he flipped them so she was lying beneath him. “This is not a massage Eric,” She grinned up at him, while he grinned back.  

Eric leaned down, capturing her plump lips into a searing kiss. She whimpered slightly as he bit her lip, causing her to arch into him, while he ran his hands up her legs. He pulled back smirking down at her, “Stay with me tonight.”

Y/N bit her lip, he leaned down to kiss her again. She hoped that she wouldn’t have a nightmare tonight before she was distracted by Eric’s skillful lips.

Y/N woke up, trying to remember where the hell she was. She moved to sit up, but a beefy pale arm held her down. She froze slightly when she trailed her eyes up, seeing Eric’s face sleeping soundly beside her. She moved soundlessly trying her hardest not to wake him up, once she was out of his bed, she grabbed all of her clothes throwing them all on before dashing out of his compartment.

Y/N was late. She sprinted to her compartment showering quickly before throwing on her workout clothes. She wrapped her hair into a bun, before sprinting to the training rooms only to see Four already stretching, maybe she wasn’t that late. She jogged over to Four, sitting beside him beginning her own stretches.

“You’re late.” Four grimaced while he held a hand down to her. He stared at her neck, rolling his eyes grinning slightly. “Now I know why.”

Her fingers probed her neck slightly, remembering Eric had left a mark from last night. Deep down she was embarrassed, but she shrugged grinning cockily at Four. “So we can skip the morning run?”

“Nope, let’s go,” Four pushed her slightly before she huffed dropping the cocky grin.

She started jogging falling into step beside Four, with her legs protesting at the extra exercise. “Four I’m going to kill you,” She huffed pushing past her jelly filled legs. She stopped leaning against the column, “Give me a second.”

Four smirked while she flipped him off. “C’mon, we can skip today. It seems you’ve already gotten way more exercise than usual.”

Y/N was sharpening the knives when the door banged open and a pissed off Eric stormed it. She went back to sharpening the knives before the angry man leaned on the table beside her, she could feel the anger vibrating off of him in waves.

“Spit it out, get it over with,” She murmured not satisfied with the sharpness of the tool. He grabbed the knife from her hands flinging it at the wood, glaring down at her. “Impressive shot, but a little to the left and-”

“You left. Why,” Eric growled out through clenched teeth, staring (more like glaring) down at her.

“I had to get my morning workout in. Then I had to prepare for the initiates. I didn’t have the luxury to sleep in,” Y/N shrugged, grabbing another knife to sharpen.

“You’re a leader… you can choose. You’re a coward Y/N, you left because you were scared.” Eric hissed moving away from her, clenching his fists.

She rolled her eyes. “Totally, I’m a coward for doing my job. I’m not scared if I was then I wouldn’t have gone to your compartment.” She grasped his arm, pulling him towards her. “If I was a coward, I would’ve covered up your marks you dumbass.”

Eric grasped her chin, looking at her neck. He brushed his fingers against the marks, grinning slightly. He grabbed the knife she held throwing it back to the wood. “You’re right, I just wanted to see your reaction.”

“Asshole. So, what are we? Fuck friends,” Y/N smirked pulling her face away from his hands.

“If that’s what you want,” Eric rested his hands on her hips, before he trailed his fingers down her legs, wrapping her legs around him so she was pressed against him.

“I wouldn’t mind,” Y/N shrugged wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “So is where we also see other peo-”

He growled slightly, squeezing her thighs and burying his face into her neck. “I don’t share.”

“Neither do I,” She laughed when he brushed his lips against her sweet spot.

*Four months later*

“Stay,” Eric wrapped his arms around her, he had been asking her for months now yet she always refused. “Y/N c’mon let’s just sleep.”

“Eric, c’mon let go.” She weakly fought against him.

“Why don’t you want to stay? Fuck Y/N,” Eric let her go, sitting up watching her pull her clothes on. She sighed sitting back on the bed, while he moved closer kissing her shoulder.  “What are you so nervous about? Are you embarrassed?” He moved back, while everything started to fall into place.

“Why the hell would I be embarrassed? Who gives a fuck what other people think?” She hissed laying back down on the bed.

“Then what the fuck is up with you.” Eric scowled at the ceiling.

She put her arm over her eyes, biting her lip. “I have nightmares Eric. I didn’t want you to see my weakness. That’s why I’ve been avoiding staying over.”

Eric moved so that he was laying on his side looking at her. He grasped her waist pulling her into him. He held her tightly, breathing in her scent. The possessive side of him, grinned at the fact that she smelled of him. “You don’t have to be ashamed of things that aren’t in your control.” She sighed softly, burrowing closer to him.

One thing he loved more than anything was moments like these, where it was just him and her. In his room he was able to be somewhat vulnerable around her, but they still kept their professionalism. Eric wouldn’t admit it to anyone else, but she was one of his fears. He often feared that she would find someone better, nicer and more open than he was. To others it may have been a pansy weakness but to him it was something he never wanted to come true. She had managed to worm her way into his heart and he wasn’t going to lose her. Eric kissed her hair, holding her tightly.  

“What are we Eric,” He heard her mumble out while she intertwined her legs with his. “This feels like so much more than fuck friends.”

“I’m all yours if you’re all mine,” Eric smirked running his fingers along her exposed flesh. She looked up at him, grinning slightly before moving so that she was straddling him.

[mabelmadnessss-blog]

Impulse 22 - Stitches

Impulse 21 - Coffee and Regret

“Do you want some food?” The Joker asked,  pulling away from her with a smile.

“Yes please!” Harley beamed, feeling her stomach ache with the promise of food.

“Anything you fancy?” J winked, causing a pink blush to spread across her skin.

“Anything but burnt toast.” Harley giggled.

Joker gasped and held up his hands defensively. “Hey! You burnt it not me!” Before Harley could roll her eyes fully, the Joker quickly slipped out from her arms and made his way downstairs to get his hungry Harlequin something to eat.

Harley sighed in content when she heard his rushed footsteps pound down the stairs, a giggle escaped her slips when she heard loud thump. He’d skipped the last step in his excitement.

Deciding it was time to make a move, Harley attempted to get out of the bed, desperately trying not to make a sound as the sharp pain from her shoulder erupted across her shoulder. Otherwise J would be up those stairs like a shot and tie her to the bed, and not in the way she’d like either.

Harley bit her lip as she managed to swing her legs round to the edge of the bed, her hands gripping the bedside table as she tried to bite through the pain. “C'mon Harley it’s just a scratch.” She told herself. With both feet now steady on the floor, she gently pushed herself up.

Her shoulders tensed and she cried out in pain. “Fuck!” Breathing heavily, Harley gritted her teeth and slowly stood up.  "Okay, okay, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.“ She told herself as her vision grew hazy. But she couldn’t let a little bullet wound stop her now. Harley placed her left foot in front of the other and took a small step forward. She steadied herself on the surrounding furniture until she reached the bathroom. Reaching up she found overhead lamp pull cord and when she clicked the light on, the harsh beam made her pinch her eyes shut. After being temporarily blinded, Harley reached out for the bathroom sink, once she had a good grip on the basin, she looked up to the mirror.

Her lips where swollen and her hair was a blonde matted mess. She slowly turned around and looked over her shoulder, catching sight of the damage through her reflection. The bandage covering the fresh bullet wound was dirty with blood, the area surrounding it was bruised purple and there was a distinctive red hand mark, where J had obviously tried to hold her still when he dug around her flesh to find the bullet.

Knowing that the bandage had to be changed to prevent infection, Harley pinched her eyes closed and lay her hand over the area. She fluttered her fingertips over the bandage in an attempt to tried to peel back and asses the area.

Harley may have only been a Doctor of psychiatry but she still knew the basics of patching up a wound. She winced in pain as she tried to peel back the bandage, the dried blood was keeping it fused to her shoulder and as she tugged it, Harley realise that it wouldn’t be a good idea to force it off her skin, but it was too late by this point, she had already ripped it clean off.

“Argh!” Harley cried, tears surfacing along her lash line as dried blood that had held back the  fresh blood was ripped away with the bandage. She felt bile rise to her throat when the feeling of hot red liquid began to roll down her back. Reluctantly checking her reflection again, her sight became blurry and dark spots appeared in her line of vision.

Harley panicked, she’d reopened the wound with nothing around to help her seal it.  Taking a deep breath, Harley made a decision that she would probably later come to regret.

"J!” Harley shouted, her voice coming from the pit of her lung. He’d be mad for sure but she needed his help before her. “Fuck” She muttered, trying to hold herself up against the sink but her knees became weak. She fell softly to the ground leaning her back against the cold surface of the bathtub.

“J!” Harley screamed again as she rolled her head back to try and focus on the bathroom tiles so she didn’t black out. She relaxed when she heard heavy footsteps running up the stairs.

“Harley!?” Joker shouted with a sharp pinch to his tone when he noticed the bedroom empty.

Harley gasped when the bathroom door flew open. He stood in the doorway, breathing heavily. As he looked down at her half collapsed body on the bathroom floor, his eyes focused in on the small puddle of blood decorating the stark white floor tiles. J snarled and bared his teeth before rushing over to her and pulling her body away from the bathtub. He crouched down to her level and moved her forward against his chest to inspect her shoulder.

“What the hell have you done!?” Joker barked, he was so beyond angry now. “Do you have a fucking death wish?” Without waiting for her to reply, he pulled her up into his arms and gently placed her into the bath tub. Turning on the hot tap,  he frowned at the sight of the clean water instantly turning a musky red when it made contact with her skin.

Growling, the Joker reached up and dragged a flannel out of the cupboard and soaked it in the flowing water. He pressed it firmly on her open flesh, trying to stop the bleeding. “Did you think that bandage was there just for decoration? Are you that fucking stupid?” He spat

“It was an accident…” She pleaded, hissing through her teeth.

“Spilling a drink is an accident Harley. Ripping off a bandage that’s containing a bullet wound is not!” He snapped. Wiping sweat from his brow he smeared blood over his forehead. “For fuck sake Harley, what possessed you to-?” He shook his head in disbelief. “Now I’m going to have to stitch this up! I hope you’re happy now!”

“Please don’t shout at me J, I didn’t mean too.” Harley whimpered. She raised her hand up towards his face in an effort to calm him down, but he snapped it away. “J, I’m sorry…I just-” She stopped, anything she said now would only make things worse.

The Joker stood straight and walked towards the bathroom door. “I’ll be back in a second. Don’t, and I mean Don’t you fucking dare move!” Harley nodded and sunk into the already half filled bath. Soon enough the Joker returned with a syringe, needle and thread.

Her eyes grew wide at the sight and she started to shake her head. “No, please J.”

“You did this, not me. Grow up and deal with the consequences. Now.. Because your body went into shock the last time I touched your shoulder, I’ve got some good Ol’ anesthetic to knock you out.”

“I-Is it safe?” Harley asked, barely above a whisper.

Joker threw his head back and laughed. “It’s me baby, of course it is.”

“Somehow that doesn’t reassure me.” Harley replied.

“Look you can either ride out the pain or get knocked out. Which I can either do myself or with the anesthetic. Your choice. But make it quick.” He warned.

“Anesthetic.” Harley answered without any hesitation.

“Good choice.” Joker quickly walked over to her, he eyed up the almost full bath tub and soon stripped himself of his shirt and pants. He waved his hand, gesturing Harley to scoot forwards while he slipped in behind her. “You know…the last time we did this, you were unconscious that time too!” He chuckled wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back onto his lap.

“What? I don’t remember?” She question, facing him with a confused look on her face.

“Well…as I said you were unconscious.” He giggled. J reached out and pulled her hair neatly over her good shoulder, exposed her neck to him. “Now hold still and before you know it you’ll be dreaming of a handsome guy with dashing tattoos and amazing green hair.”

Harley giggled. “I don’t have to dream for that to be true.” Her giggle halted when she gasped, feeling a cold metal needle dig into the side of her neck.

“Countdown from 10.” He whispered slowly in her ear.

“Why…?” She slurred.

“I dunno. The Doctors on T.V shows do it.” J explained, chuckling into her hair.

Harley laughed weakly and then before she knew it, her eyes gently rolled back into her head. Her body relaxed and fell against the Joker’s chest. With her blue eyes firmly closed and her mouth parted slightly, the Joker couldn’t resist but to kiss her. He planted a firm kiss onto her cooling lips and then quickly focused on the task in hand.

It didn’t take him long to run the sterile needle through her skin as he stitched her up. Once he’d tied off the end, he cleansed the wound with fresh running water.

After fixing the area up,  J sighed and laid back in the bath with Harley still in his arms. A yawn soon broke out across his lips, quickly realising how tired he was, J closed his eyes, feeling the hot water surround his body. Before he could stop himself, the world of sleep took over, with his beautiful blonde still curled against him.

Hours later, the Joker woke to the feeling of stone cold water lapping against his chest as Harley began to stir from her slumber.  "Jesus Christ.” He muttered rubbing his eyes. He glanced down to see Harley curled up on his lap. Her blue orbs gently opened up to him with her biggest, half tired smile.

“Hey.” She breathed, climbing off his lap with a wobble.

“Hey Kiddo.” He smiled back, grabbing onto the sides of the bath he lifted himself up. J then turned back and held out his hand for Harley to take to help her out of the tub. “Feeling better?” He asked draping a towel over her body.

“Much, thank you.” She smiled, hugging the warm fluffy towel closer to her body.

J stepped away from her and turned towards the mirror. He couldn’t help but stare at her reflection, he watched her dry her body gently, letting her hair fall past her shoulders in the most delicate way.

Joker gave a deep sigh, wondering how this all began, why did he let such a beautiful monster into his life?

Both finally dressed, the Joke led her downstairs, holding onto her hand as they walked into the lounge. She needed to get out of that bedroom before she grew accustomed to being bathed and fed by him.  Feeling uneasy at the though, the Joker sat her down on his armchair and quickly patted her head, before turning away towards the door.

Harley however had different ideas, she quickly reacted to his movements by grasping his wrist in her hand. “Where are you going?” She asked.

J pulled his wrist away, with a growl. Annoyed by her constant need of attention. “I can’t spend every second with you. I have two businesses to run, a bunch of fuckwits to track down, a delusional soon-to-be-dead security guard to hunt, and a Scarecrow with a fear fetish to deal with.”

“But I can help you…let me help.” Harley offered, reaching out to him again but he dismissed her advances immediately.

“No. The last time you tried to help you got shot up!” He snapped gesturing at her weak body slumped in the armchair.

Those words made anger boiled in the pit of her stomach. “Last night was not my fault! You said the plan was foolproof! I told you I wasn’t ready but you made me do it anyway!“

"So you saying it’s my fault?” He growled. J’s hand quickly shot and as he grabbed her neck lightly.

There was no way Harley was going to stand for this, and in that moment she didn’t care about the tattooed hand grasping her neck, she needed to put that smug asshole in his place. “Yeah now you come to mention it, I am! It’s not my fault you couldn’t keep tabs on your men, it’s not my fault that you decided to have a ‘Mines bigger than yours’ contest with Crane. It’s not my fault that Adam double crossed you, and it certainly isn’t my fucking fault that you underestimated Sam and let him shoot me and escape. You should’ve killed him when you had the chance, then I wouldn’t of been 'All shot up!” She barked. Harley took a deep breath, she didn’t mean the words that came out of her mouth, but it was too late to withdraw them now. She closed her eyes shut, that rant took more energy out of her than she’d expected.

Joker’s hand tightened on her neck, his eyes clouding and his jaw tensed. Holding her still with his left hand, his right hand came down on her face, but to his and her surprise, he stopped before his palm could make contact. Instead the Joker grabbed her chin harshly and raised her face to meet his. “Don’t you dare speak to me like that again.” He growled.

Harley sat there not moving a muscle as she kept her eyes fixed on his furious ones. “I helped you track Crane down, you’ve got to let me help you find him.” She begged in a gentle whisper.

“No.” He snapped, narrowing his eyes darkly at her. Not being able to bare the look on his face Harley tried to turn her head away.

“Look at me.” J spat. He hovered over her curled up body, slumped in the armchair.

Reluctantly Harley looked back at him. She flinched when she saw his free hand move closer to her face, but again he didn’t hit her, he only brushed his finger across her bottom lip, feeling it quiver beneath his fingertips. “Now daddy’s going to work and you’re going to sit here, shut up and behave. Because if you don’t, you’ll make Daddy very, very angry. And we wouldn’t want to make some new wounds on your body and play dot-to-dot now would we?”

“No.” She snapped, moving her gaze away from his eyes.

He grasped her chin again and pulled her attention back to him. “No what?”

“No Daddy.” Harley replied, feeling tears threaten against her lash line.

Joker nodded in agreement then moved forward to kiss her cheek. He stood upright and smiled down at her, before leaving the room and making a beeline for his office. He didn’t blame Harley for what happened last night, in fact he just wanted to keep her safe and the only way she was going to listen and stay out of trouble was if she thought he was mad at her.

He knew it was his fault, he should’ve been more prepared, he cut corners and let his ego put his men and his girl in danger. He was showing off, which cost the life of his youngest henchmen and nearly Harley.

J sat at his desk, dragging his hands down his face. Trying to clear his mind of his mistakes, there was no point dwelling on what he should of done, it wasn’t going to change anything.

He quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Hutch’s number. “Hutch.” J snapped when his henchmen answered the phone.

“Boss, we-”

“You’d better have a good fucking excuse for last night. Get your ass over here now or you’re a dead man Hutch.” Joker growled, before hanging up. His fist tensed around the phone and before he could stop himself,  he threw it across the room.

The Joker stared at the wall blankly, putting his hands in his hair and balling his fists. For the first time in a long time, the Joker didn’t have a plan. Sure he could track Crane and find that scumbag Sam, but for the long term, he had no idea what he was going to do next.

He snapped his attention back to reality when he heard the front door open and slam. ‘That better be the boys, because if it’s Harley…’ He was soon set straight when he heard men shouting and multiple footsteps coming up the stairs. A sharp knock on the door followed.

“Yes?” Joker spoke from his desk.

“Boss it’s us, shall we come in? Or meet you in the lounge?” Hutch asked steadily.

“No, the dining room.” J replied instantly. He growled when he heard muttering then footsteps becoming fainter, heading down the stairs.

The Joker grabbed his revolver from the desk draw and reloaded it. Opening the door and marching heavily down the stairs, he reached the bottom. J glanced to his left at the entrance to the lounge, then to his right, which was the doorway to the dining room. He let out a deep sigh, mixed with a growl and walked to his left. He swung his head round the door to quickly check on Harley.

She was curled up in a tight ball, head resting on the arm of the chair as she snored lightly. He stepped in and grabbed a blanket from the corner of the room and draped it over her body. He tensed his jaw and quickly planted a kiss on her forehead, before turning to leave.

She furrowed her brow and squirmed against the chair, wrapping the blanket around her body tightly. Joker watched her intensely wondering what she was dreaming of, and why she stayed with him after everything that had happened. Not that he’d ever let her leave of course.

J soon realised he’d been watching her for little over 10 minutes. He rolled his eyes but smiled despite how much of a distraction his cute little ex-psychiatrist was becoming.

Shutting the door behind himself, the Joker walked over towards the dining room, pulling the hammer back on his gun, desperate to teach his henchmen a lesson.