#and was like '... oh huh I thought I'd have a WAY harder time adjusting to this? wow I feel fine! this is great!'

[blujayonthewing]

have been barely eating or wanting to eat and feeling increasingly wretched from it over the last several days for ???? reasons, and it's just occured to me that there is a nonzero chance that the reason is actually Secret Anxiety and that by trying to plan a little trip I'm literally making myself ill

[elacular-kink]

Hicvember 1: Halloween

For November 1st, have a little companion piece to Poly-techhic part 6.

Warning for hiccups, embarrassment, and halloween stuff.

"Can't believe I'm still letting you pull this shit."

"Quit whin–*ingk*, it's not like y–*ulk* you don't get ha–*ulk* half the candy. *hmk* Usually more tha–*up* than half. You g–*ulk* get anything with co–*HOUK*–conut or weird te---exture."

I heaved a sigh even louder than I usually would to make sure Olivia heard me through my stupid rubber mask. "If anyone ever checks us for ID, I'm gonna get arrested."

"That's li–*ic* literally never going t---to happen. Not an–*eek* any part of that." Liv adjusted her mad scientist goggles and messed with the weave of fake white hair she'd kinda just...taped to her real hair. "I wish you'd've le---let me dress you li–*uck* like the book-accu---rate version. *hmk*."

"Okay, one, I'm still short, motherfucker. You're not putting me on stilts. And two, somebody would fucking recognize one of us if I don't—"

"Hey! Hey, Liv! That better not be you!"

"Oh, fuck me." I looked and saw Maya's weirdly awesome-looking car, her leaning halfway out the window and glaring at Liv.

"Maybe later, *mmk* that mask isn't sexy." Olivia turned and walked towards the car, and I had to fucking follow her. And of course Kiran was in the car too. Of course she was.

...and the windows made it kinda hard to tell, but it seemed like she was sort of...jerking...

Motherfucker. All the more reason to keep my mouth shut and let Olivia do the talking. "I'm not Li–*IC*–iv, I'm Victor Frankenst---stein. Meet my son Adam. *hup* He killed my wife."

"Bullshit! Uh—bull...crap I mean." Hah. Maya thought I actually was a kid. I might get through this with my dignity halfway intact after all.

Since Olivia and Maya were busy talking about...some Halloween bullshit or something, I don't know, I focused on Kiran. Fuck, she had both hands over her mouth, and she kept jolting back really hard. She pulled one hand away from her mouth for a split second to wave at Olivia, and I was almost certain it was my imagination, but I swore that I heard a squeak just barely there. Fuck, this was the first time I'd seen her with them (and christ, couldn't even think the word right now). Did she get them on the date? If she did, I swore I was gonna kick Olivia's ass.

Speaking of Olivia's ass, I heard her smiling around her words when she said "my secret weapon. The re–*heek* reason I can still do this." That was always a sign that this was either going to be an incredibly wonderful moment or that I was about to be absolutely fucking humiliated, and I had a guess which one was coming.

"Wait a minute..." Maya reached out of the car and grabbed my head, and I was lucky the stupid mask left a good amount of space above my scalp so that she didn't just yank my hair off. I tried to stop her, but that obviously didn't work. Maya could probably pick me up off the ground with one hand if she really wanted to. And the cold October air was suddenly all in my fucking face and Olivia's hiccups were way louder than they'd been since I put it on and also it had been hot enough in there that I was probably fucking flushed and—

Fuck it, I put the mask back on. Maya was laughing, but that wasn't a fucking surprise. I could tell Kiran's eyes were on me, but I wasn't confident enough to actually look back at her, even with the mask on. "So this is why you wouldn't come with us, huh? Scamming for candy?"

Olivia and Maya kept going back and forth, and I responded with appropriate bitterness when I was invoked, but my focus could only stay off of Kiran for so long. She was looking at me, I was pretty sure, but I still couldn't stop staring. At least it was probably a little less obvious than it could have been through this mask. But that also meant it was harder to actually see the way she was jolting backwards over and over again.

And then Maya had to be fucking Maya about it. "I think you still missed out though. I'd totally give up candy to get to see Kiki all scared and hiccupy like I did tonight."

Fuck, I was right. Of course I was, obviously, this was exactly what my brain was built to detect for some reason, but there was a possibility that I would get out of this without her inevitably teasing me.

...no there wasn't. Of course there wasn't.

God, this mask was saving my life right now.

"M-Maya–*AULK!*" Kiran hiccuped out loud and my brain completely short-circuited. I heard Liv asking her questions about them (and I wasn't sure if she was trying to tease me, genuinely curious, or both), and at some point Kiran apologized for something or other. "S-sorr–*eep!*"

"I don't know wha–*hup* what you're apologizing for." Olivia was a fucking social butterfly as always. To be fair, being around that sort of response for years had made me better about not apologizing for random shit. "Anyway. *hmk* Adam and I have more houses to hi–*ic* hit. This gave me a nice longer brea–*uck* break from having to stifle th---though. Can't look dru–*hup* drunk while I'm trick or tre–*eat*–ing. So thanks for that. Bye, Maya. *hmk* Bye, Kiran."

Well, apparently we were leaving. It made sense. But...no. I was gonna get something out of this. Maybe some information? Maybe I'd get to look cooler than I actually was? Worth a try, at least. I knocked on the back window and psyched myself up for using actual words like a human person. Kiran rolled the window down, and fuck, she looked so fucking cute with how she was still keeping one hand over her mouth. Now that the window was open, I could hear a tiny little squeak with every jolt and that just about broke me. I forced myself to talk though. "Hey. I'll give you five dollars if you hiccup again."

The baffled look she gave me made me understand a little better why Maya and Olivia liked trolling people so much. "I...what? S-Susan, that's...kind of you? But I absolutely don't need any monetary help, I...I...oh! I-I think they're gone!"

A part of me was kicking myself for actually curing them, but it wasn't as if I'd get to see the rest of this case anyway. And it was just as well. She looked tired, and if she'd had them since the cornfield they went to she could probably use a break from them. Besides that..."Good, 'cause I don't actually have five dollars." I considered patting her on the shoulder through the window, but decided against it, keeping my green-gloved hands in my pockets instead before walking off after Olivia. "Later, Kiran."

Once I heard Maya's car driving off, I jogged to catch up with Olivia, who looked back at me. "Okay, you ge–*uck* get two thi–*irk*–irds of the cand–*eep* this time."

"You think that's gonna stop me from chasing you up to the fucking north pole?"

"I'm the one wh–*oop* who chases you, stu–*hoop*–pid." She patted the hollow top of my frankenhead. "I'll e–*eek*–ven give you some of th---the sour ones."

After a long few steps, I sighed. "Bribery will get you everywhere."

"I know. Now lo---look alive, Adam—"

"That's literally the opposite of my job."

"—we've got more m---marks to scam."

[atariklaus]

Ghiaccio X Melone

Smut, yeah pretty much it

"Let's make a porno and watch it on VCR"

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Ghiaccio had the unfortunate circumstance of his room sharing a wall with Melone. Most nights, he can hear faint... Noises... Coming through the walls, though they were so quiet that he could've easily hallucinated them.

Not tonight. This night Melone was so loud, Ghiaccio was surprised the others couldn't hear. That, or they decided to pretend like they didn't.

The lucky bastards got to sleep while Ghiaccio was drowning in the sound, "STAI ZITTO!!" he screamed through the wall, of course causing no change. Then, he began kicking the wall, hoping to scare him into stopping. Or for at the very least to kill the mood! But whatever he was getting off to must've been good, so he decided to march his way over and just freeze him. He could thaw him out in the morning.

The door to Melone's room flew open and now Ghiaccio could hear two sounds; Melone's lewd moans, and the video he was watching.

Ghiaccio stood behind him at the edge of the bed, ready to scream into his ear until he read the title; "Muscle Stud in Bondage Stretched & Jerked Off Until He Cums BDSM" with a guy who easily be Risotto on a... Torture device of sorts?

That was it.

That was the final straw.

Ghiaccio couldn't decide what to yell about first; Melone's obnoxious whining, or all the grammatical errors in the porn title itself, and God forbid what mistakes the comments made.

But as he was lost in thought, Melone arched his back and let out a big cry, his head bending back to see Ghiaccio there. Instead of paying him any mind, he continued twisting his hand in all the right directions and at just the right speed. Ghiaccio noticed Melone staring and looked down to see Melone's overheated face, panting and blushing hard as he moaned even louder. He was massaging a nip with his free hand, twisting and pinching and pulling, all for Ghiaccio's eyes to watch.

A throaty groan pulled out before he could speak, "Y-Ya~ You sh-should join me~ Don't th-think I didn't notice that b-bulge of yours mhmhmhmm..." He smiled sweetly.

Ghiaccio snapped out of it and looked down at his bottoms, sure enough hard as ice, "Huh? What? Fuck off!" He tried catching himself to save face, "And keep it down!!"

Melone rolled over onto his stomach, the pornstar's moans still filling the silence, "Aww," he put on a pouty face, "but I'd let you hit~"

Hit? Hit what?! Him, hopefully.

But oh dear God is he making it harder to say 'no'. Ghiaccio sucked in a breath and absent mindedly began adjusting his pants, hoping to relieve the tension.

Melone was way too far in to have the time for foreplay and instead took matters into his own hands. He hooked one of his fingers into the elastic waist of Ghiaccio's bottoms and led him up closer to the head of the bed, ghosting his mouth over the bulge and looking up at Ghiaccio. The fastest way to make a man agree.

And oh did he.

Like putty in Melone's hands, Ghiaccio leaned into him and allowed Melone to do all the work, still a little lost himself.

Melone snaked his hand out from the band and behind Ghiaccio, pulling him onto the bed with a hand on his ass, "Here, lay down for me," he cooed softly.

Ghiaccio took a breath first before speaking, "Look, I'm not here to play games with you-"

Melone cut him off, "Trust me. And if you don't like it, I'll stop."

Whatever will get him to shut up works for Ghiaccio at this point. He sat down onto the bed, laying down on his back with his head at the foot of the bed. Melone reached back and handed him one of the pillows to rest on, Ghiaccio taking it without a thought.

Melone shuffled his way onto Ghiaccio's lap, making himself comfortable. He leaned over and ran his hands firmly down Ghiaccio's arms, working out any tension, "You're always so stressed~ You have to relax more often."

Ghiaccio fell a little out of his daze, a bit annoyed, "I am relaxed."

Melone giggled a little and put a finger up to Ghiaccio's lips, "Ah, nuh uh~! Not another word from you tonight, got it?" and before he could retaliate, Melone leaned into his neck and kissed it softly, sure to leave goosebumps.

A shiver ran down Ghiaccio's spine as his breathing suddenly picked up, and for the first time in a while, his body began feeling hot. Melone mouthed one spot of his neck, mixing in soft and forceful, clean and sloppy, anything that'll force a sound to escape Ghiaccio's guarded mouth.

Ghiaccio tried his best to stay quiet, not wanting to be so lewd to his comrade, who is currently on top of him, but with all the sensations and the porn in the background still playing, it was impossible to last for too long.

First one, then two, then four, and more gasps would break free past his tightly sealed mouth. Even though Melone was successful, he wasn't getting what he wanted.

Very carefully, like a game of Russian roulette, he nipped at Ghiaccio's neck. Instead of receiving a back-hand and a shove from him, he got a hand gripping his hair and the other pulling him in closer, followed by a whine.

Melone detached his mouth from Ghiaccio's neck and picked his head up, looking down at him with their noses nearly touching, "Oh come on now," Melone grinned, "I know you can be louder than that."

Ghiaccio let his temper get to him, yet again, and grabbed Melone by the hips, pushing him up and back down onto his back, flipping him. Melone hit the pillows on the other side with a squeal, overdoing it with a moan and a pant, eyelids sitting low and a loose smile as he wrapped his legs around Ghiaccio's sides.

"You always have something dumb to say, huh?" he huffed, kissing him harshly as he rutted against Melone.

Melone's hands were busy messing up Ghiaccio's curls as he went to push Ghiaccio's head up and off his mouth, "Oh God, just get it over with!" he whined.

Ghiaccio didn't feel like wasting anymore time as he tugged off his bottoms, boxers going along with them. He quickly threw them off and onto the floor. He practically ripped off the shirt as he dove back in for another kiss. The kisses moved lower and lower, making their way to Melone's navel before they were interrupted.

Ghiaccio looked up through his loose curls, "Hey, don't tell anyone I did this," he warned. Before Melone could ask what he was referring to, his dick was suddenly surrounded and engulfed by a hot, warm, moist heat.

His eyes shot open and looked down as Ghiaccio massaged him with his mouth, freezing cold hands holding his hips down. Clenching and unclenching his throat, he sucked in Melone's dick deeper and deeper.

Melone's eyes rolled back and he was near-about frozen in place, gasping for air as more and more moans fell out. His thighs squeezed tightly against Ghiaccio's head, which encouraged him to be even more forceful and rough with his treatment, causing Melone to grab onto Ghiaccio's head and try to pull him off.

"Wait~! St-stop, or I'll end up~" he never finished that sentence, but instead, finished down Ghiaccio's throat. It didn't stop Ghiaccio though, who continued to help Melone ride the high as he felt him soften in his mouth.

Once Melone did, Ghiaccio slid him out with a quiet pop at the end, never loosening the grip.

Melone finally caught his breath, "Sh-shit, that was too damn good for you not to."

"'Not to' what?" Ghiaccio asked.

Melone soon answered the question by sliding down the bed, underneath Ghiaccio's body -as he currently held himself up by his hands- and down to his thighs. He gave each one a gentle kiss before slipping Ghiaccio's dick into his mouth, letting it sit there as he arched his back to give Ghiaccio a full view of his ass.

And man, did he love the view. He brushed his hand across it lightly, surprised he'd never noticed how full it was. Ghiaccio was definitely an ass man, but Melone was so much of a nuisance that he tried his best to ignore him most the time.

Ghiaccio's surprisingly soft touches only excited Melone more as he shook his ass for him, placing his own hands on the back of Ghiaccio's thighs to pull him closer in. Ghiaccio got the message and began rocking his hips back and forth, making his way all the way down Melone's throat.

As he picked up speed, he watched as it caused Melone's ass to bounce more and more, driving him mad. One hand held Melone's backside spread open as the other he wetted to use on Melone.

First, the middle finger, sliding all the way down to the third knuckle before curling up as he dragged it all the way out, repeating again in a torturously slow rhythm. Melone whined low, sending vibrations down Ghiaccio's dick.

Fuck, that felt really good.

His rocking went out of sync for a moment as he bucked his hips. Melone giggled, sending more vibrations, but Ghiaccio steadied himself.

He continued to drag his finger painstakingly slow as he slipped past an extra digit. Melone rewarded him with an overexcited hum, nearly overstimulating Ghiaccio.

This was Ghiaccio's first time in a very, very long time and he needed more. He picked up his pace, slamming his fingers fast and hard into Melone, causing all those great whines to flood through his dick.

Ghiaccio bucked more and more, becoming very erratic, which caught Melone's attention.

All of a sudden, Melone slips out Ghiaccio's dick from his mouth, leading to an irritated cry.

"Mel-..." was all he could get out. Melone never seen such a vulnerable side of Ghiaccio. He was even slurring his words, which a linguistic stickler like Ghiaccio would make sure to never do. It was... cute, in a way, watching him panting on all fours, a pouty look on his face and in his eyes, which were covered by the curls now.

It was too... submissive, to not catch Melone's attention, "I have an even better idea," he sat up now, standing on his knees in front of Ghiaccio, who can now see that the bastard was already hard again. This is going to be impossible to satisfy him...

Though, at this point, Ghiaccio has himself and his issues to deal with now, too. Great.

Melone placed a hand under Ghiaccio's chin, squeezing his face lightly as he tilted it up to see him better. He had a pout to him now, his cheeks and lips puffing up cutely, which Melone ate up.

"I know you said you could, and if you're not down, we can still go back to plan one-"

"Melone, what are you trying to ask?" He interrupted, getting irritated with his run-on sentence.

Melone sighed, smiling again, "What if... I top for the night?"

"'Top'? What the hell is 'top'? That's not even a verb!" Ghiaccio broke out of Melone's hold.

Melone gave out an aggravated grunt, "It's slang for dominating!"

Ghiaccio went quiet. He hasn't been in the submissive role before, and now this up-front question caught him off-guard. He wasn't sure, though it didn't stop his face from burning red.

Melone giggled at the sight, "Your face is saying a lot right now, mio piccolo pomodoro~" he brushed his fingers through Ghiaccio's hair.

Ghiaccio's mouth fell open, "Wha-? Shut up!" but his face continued to get redder. Melone only replied with more chuckles, resting a hand on Ghiaccio's lower back, guiding him to lay down.

"Like I said, you can always opt out," he reassured, but got no protests. Ghiaccio only turned his head away, avoiding Melone's piercing eyes.

Melone held a hand up to Ghiaccio's cheek and tilted his head to look back at him, "Ghiaccio, I'm going to need an answer..."

Ghiaccio let out a shaky sigh, then nodded his head, "Nothing weird though."

Melone laughed, "No worries, though I don't know what's strange to you~"

Ghiaccio was about to cut in with a laundry list of things he had heard Melone do next door until he felt a hard slap against his thigh. He jolted, his breath hitching, "What was that!?"

Melone looked up, "You didn't like it?" he rubbed and massaged the area, causing Ghiaccio's thighs to shake.

He looked away, red and holding back a whine, "Not necessarily, just warn me next time..."

Melone smiled to himself. He pushed Ghiaccio's thighs apart more, smacking his inner thigh.

Ghiaccio jumped, but didn't complain. To him, the strikes enhanced the rewarding, soft touches that soon followed.

"I've always loved your thighs, Ghiaccio. So lean and toned..." Melone added, sliding his hands down to Ghiaccio's hips.

Ghiaccio looked down at Melone, "Are you saying you've been looking at me in... that way?"

"I choose not to answer that one," he laughed to himself, cupping Ghiaccio's balls. He felt Ghiaccio tense up, so he decided to massage them first, "Say Ghiaccio, have you ever-"

"No, and I don't plan to," he answered back sharply.

"Aww~ Look, I know 'torture' is in the name, but it's not physically painful~" Melone squeezed with a giggle. Ghiaccio's eyes go wide and his head rolls back, a whine ripping out of his throat. Melone drinks up the sight, "Oh, that sounded like you really liked that one!"

Ghiaccio's dick jumped as his hand flew to hold tightly onto Melone's arm. Pleading eyes locked with sly ones, "Sh-shut up..."

Melone responded with a harsh tug, "That's not how you address me~" he held his tight grip.

Ghiaccio whimpered, "S-sorry, Melone."

"Not what I was hoping for, but it'll work," he loosened his hold.

Ghiaccio stared sharply at Melone, "I'm not calling you that."

Melone shrugged, "Fair enough."

Melone let go of his hold to drag his laptop closer to himself, Ghiaccio watching, "What are you doing?"

"Tell me, how would this sound? Hehe," he laughed at the double entendre, typing in the search bar.

Ghiaccio adjusted his glasses, looking at the screen when Melone turned it back to face him. His jaw fell open as he watched the video, which seemed like something those two strange men from Unità Speciale would make.

The guy in the video was handcuffed as a woman skillfully slid a thin metal rod into his urethra, the man's breathing picking up as his back arched more. Once in, the woman held down the man's hips from jerking.

Even though the act itself concerned Ghiaccio, watching it caused a fire to brew inside his stomach. Melone watched Ghiaccio's reactions carefully, trying to read his mind. He sat the computer aside as he reached under his bed to grab a small leather case, unzipping it, "Now I would use something smaller than that," Ghiaccio's eyes looked at the collection of rods he had in his case. Of course he had these...

Melone slid out the smallest rod from the casing, around the size of the cartridge of a pen. Ghiaccio shifted in his spot, both nervousness and a hint of excitement fueling him. Melone handed him the rod, "See, it'll be like nothing ever happened."

Ghiaccio pinched the rod to feel how small it was, the cold metal causing him to shiver. He looked at the metal, to the video, and back again.

He couldn't tell if his mind was fuzzy or if he was actually interested, but he agreed, reluctantly handing the rod back to Melone. Melone's eyes went wide with surprise, not expecting a 'yes'.

He wasted no time as he pulled out a wet wipe, sanitizing the instrument before warming it up with his hands, "Now, you must stay still until I fit it all the way in~" he cooed, teasingly sliding the cool metal from the tip of Ghiaccio's dick, down the skin, and to the base.

A slick bead formed at the top of his head, already feeling the affects. Melone pulled out a tube of lube, coating the metal with it. He used the leftover amount to pump Ghiaccio's dick, slowly tugging to make sure he had Ghiaccio's attention.

Ghiaccio's legs tighten as his hips rose to follow Melone's movements only to be settled down once again, Melone placing his knees on top of Ghiaccio's thighs. He grabbed ahold of Ghiaccio's dick as he teased the bar across his slit multiple times before finally pushing in.

Slowly, he slid the end of the metal in. Once it was in, he let it go to allow it to slide down at its own pace.

Ghiaccio gasped for air as he felt the still-cool metal make its way down inside his dick, stretching him out in ways he didn't think he was going to be. He clutched onto the sheets, the foreign feeling giving him mixed signals. On one hand, it felt oddly amazing, like when he finally reaches the bathroom after a long trip, or the last time he had a huge orgasm. But, on the other hand, it was such a new and unique experience. Instead of something leaving that sensitive area, it was entering. Before he knew it, the rod made its way down to the base, sitting still.

He didn't even get the chance to adjust to it before he felt the rod sliding back out, this time by Melone's hand pulling it. Even though he was still delicate with it, the feeling tore through his body, "Mel-Melone!!" he choked out.

Melone laid beside Ghiaccio, petting his hair, "It's alright, if you just want it back, that's all you have to say~" he smiled as he let go of the bar again, watching it make his way back down in awe, "Look at that, you're just eating it up!"

Ghiaccio went crossed-eyed, trying to focus on the ceiling. Melone turned his head to guide Ghiaccio's mouth onto his, passionately making out with him as he continued pulling on the rod, speeding up and fucking his urethra.

Ghiaccio's mouth hung open as his brain went numb, the overstimulation consuming him. His vision went white as he reached his peak and came with the rod still inside, flowing out of the openings on the sides. Once Melone noticed, he carefully pulled the rod out to allow him to finish. Melone reached for his own dick as he got off to the sight of the messy and worn out Ghiaccio in front of him whimpering, his dick twitching and his thighs quickly closing shut, as if he could stop the orgasm. The show had Melone finishing quickly, which in of itself was a major relief for him too, who has been dying to touch himself during the whole process.

Melone brushed his hair out of his face, "Wow, that was great, huh?" he asked, looking over to see Ghiaccio had already passed out.

He smiled once more and took off Ghiaccio's glasses, folding them and neatly placing them on the bedside table. He wasn't sure if it was appropriate, but he gave a small peck to Ghiaccio's cheek before wrapping his arms around him, not caring about the mess on his bed and drifting off as well.

[joshstambourine]

What Friends Do pt. 2

Warning: Cursing

Word Count: 2954

Synopsis: Josh and Jake are surprised when an old friend stumbles back into their lives, taking their world by storm with old feelings, new feelings, and problems they never would have expected.

Josh Kiszka x Fem!Reader x Jake Kiszka

Jake laid in his bed, blankets wrapped around him tightly as his eyes just lingered on the ceiling above him. He didn��t want to be awake. He didn’t want to be continuously stuck staring. Something though just wouldn’t let him sleep tonight. In a smooth movement Jake turned to lay on his side with his eyes closed, it only lasted for a moment as they soon opened again to look at the clock beside him reading 2:42 AM. Not all that late no but certainly late if you cuddled into bed at 10:30 pm, this fact made Jake let out a low groan in annoyance. 

‘What is going on with me tonight?’ Jake wondered to himself, as he moved to sit up straight. He began rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. Jake never had this much trouble sleeping usually, of course he wasn’t quite like Josh who was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, but he’d normally be out within twenty minutes.

Looking around the dark room, Jake eventually reached out to turn on his side lamp. The light blinding for a brief moment, but Jake's eyes adjusted as he made his way to his feet. In nothing but boxers he made his way from his bedroom to the kitchen, if he was going to be awake he was going to enjoy it at least. Jake opened a couple of cupboards and began to pour himself a glass of whiskey.

Back against the counter he began to take a small sip, but was interrupted by the sound of his phone chiming from the living room where he normally left it to charge. His brows furrowed a little, ‘Why is someone texting me so late…?’ He wondered to himself, moving towards the living room. Jake planted himself on the couch and his legs kicked up on one end with his head at the other.

Unknown Number

(Received 1:43 am) Hey Jake! It's (Y/N) sorry to text so late, but I just wanted to make sure I sent you a text before I forgot. It was really nice to see you guys today! Hopefully we can get together sometime soon!

Clearly an email was what the notification sound was actually for but Jake chose to ignore it. Jake moved to take another sip of his whiskey as he contemplated whether or not he should bother responding. It felt like forever since they had seen each other let alone spoken; he knew well that he had changed as a person and that more than likely she had as well. This (Y/N) wasn't the same girl he had fallen head over heels for in high school.

It was easier to tell himself that than to really believe it unfortunately; his mind quickly pulled him back to how her eyes had met his earlier. Jake felt like (Y/N)’s eyes were full of so much love as she looked at him… but was he only imagining it? Jake felt like he had been staring at the text for hours by the point he decided to toss his phone back to the side.

Taking a bigger swig of the drink, Jake began to push his hand through his hair, thinking about the few memories her scent had trudged up into his mind. To Jake’s surprise he could still envision the old her when he closed his eyes, he supposed that old habits were harder to get rid of then he would care to admit.

A small memory slipped into view of (Y/N) as she walked ahead of him down a beaten down path in the woods. Summer sun making her skin sparkle, she lightly turned to look back at him with a small laugh. A ratty black Janis Joplin t-shirt hung over her shoulders, it was something that Jake could always remember her wearing. A lit cigarette smoldering between her fingers as she cheerfully took a drag. The sight made him wonder now if (Y/N) still smoked, Josh and her had started around the same time after a friend of theirs stole a pack from his dad. Josh had since quit knowing how much it was ruining his voice. With how crisp (Y/N)’s voice was he had to imagine that she must have given the terrible habit up.

(Y/N)’s smile brought him to another moment, he could see clearly in his mind’s eye as Josh spun her in the middle of the kitchen while they were trying to make dinner. Jake was there, but at the time he kept to himself… leaving Josh alone with her to enjoy their time. (Y/N)’s eyes were always so full of joy when she was with Josh. 

The laugh that left (Y/N) soft lips was slowly drowned out by the sound of heavy rain, his view becoming one of her standing in the middle of the rain, completely drenched but laughing as she danced alone to the music she seemed to always have playing in her head. A sudden picture of (Y/N) standing before him in a drenched floral gown, her voice filling his ears, “Jake?” He could picture her uttering, with a saddened look in her eyes.

"Jake?" Called her sweet voice again, this immediately caught Jake's attention, he quickly turned to his side. Music played loudly overhead, his gaze fixing on (Y/N) who was suddenly dressed in a black lace dress that fell just below her knees. “Are you listening?” (Y/N) asked him.

"Huh? What did you say (Y/N)?" Jake quickly responded with a shake of his head.

(Y/N) let out a little laugh, "I asked you if you wanted to dance?" She repeated to him, wearing a soft smile. (Y/N) was so beautiful at this dance. Jake could remember that he had a hard time keeping his eyes off of her, the way her dress fit, the way she had done her makeup, even the way she chose to wear her hair, it was all so perfect.

Ah… Jake was at the spring dance again.  

His eyes moved to take in the sight of her outstretched hand. Jake could recall being a little frazzled, though he couldn’t quite remember what he had been looking at beforehand that made this gesture so surprising. It took a second but soon a wide smile came across Jake’s lips, "I'd love to!" He said eagerly. Taking her hand as he felt his cheeks go a soft pink, "oh… wait, what about your date?" He slowly asked. Both (Y/N) and Jake came with different people to that dance,

"Ah, he went to find a spot to smoke a little while ago." (Y/N) softly mused, tucking her hair behind her ear. “He’ll probably be back soon but I just wanted to take this opportunity.” They would find out later that both of their dates had ditched the party together to hook up. Right now however, (Y/N) held tight to Jake's hand as she led him out to the middle of the gym that doubled as a dancefloor when the school saw fit.

Looking back, it was beyond cliché that it was the song that played, some might say meme worthy but of course it was Wonderwall by Oasis playing over head as Jake had his first slow dance with (Y/N). Jake could remember how nervous he was as he placed his hand on her side, unsure if he was holding her too tight. (Y/N) seemed to have no issue placing her hand on his shoulder with a friendly smile across her lips. It was a lot of awkward shuffling at first, Jake unsure where to look, and (Y/N) only smiling when their eyes did meet. 

Jake realized now that she could tell how nervous he was, the way she had begun to sing along with a serious look in her eye was all to make him chuckle a little. Even back then (Y/N)’s voice was something magical to listen to. The sound of it made Jake relax a little; he was completely caught up in the way her lips moved. His own lips would curl into a smile when she would close her eyes and become entirely enthralled in the music. Jake always frowned when he remembered just how sweaty his palms had gotten, and even more wistful when he thought about just how much tighter he wanted to hold her hand in this moment.

This wasn’t the last slow dance Jake had shared with (Y/N). In fact he always made a point of dancing with her at these kinds of things, because frankly, the times Jake shared with (Y/N) were some of the best moments he'd end up having at the school dances. 

Of course also getting to watch Josh and (Y/N) pick the most outrageous songs to dance poorly to was also an astounding highlight of everyone's night.

As that dance came to a close, neither of them pulled away very quickly. Jake just stared down at (Y/N) with gentle eyes, and she stared back up at him with a warm smile. Jake knew that he didn’t want to let go of her hand yet, that he loved the feeling of her fingers being laced with his. “Hey (Y/N)?” Jake lightly started,

(Y/N) was already looking at him, and responded with a light, “Yes Jake?” 

“I…” he started, trying to muster up the courage to tell her how he felt, but Jake just couldn't do it. At the time he was so filled with self doubt that he couldn’t imagine her ever feeling the same towards him, “I’m… sure Josh would probably love a dance too.” He tells her weakly, immediately beating himself up on the inside. 'What was that…?' He remembered thinking to himself; when Jake was laying in bed later that night he would think about all the suave things he could have said instead.

(Y/N) gave a nod in agreement, "Yeah you're probably right…! His date seems to be off with every other guy tonight." She utters, looking across the room at a blonde girl dancing with someone who clearly wasn't Josh. "Thanks for the dance, Jake!" (Y/N) said in a sing-song way, her hand lightly running down his arm, "I'll see ya in a little bit?"

Jake gave a weak smile, and an enthusiastic head nod "y-yeah, of course! See ya later…." He uttered. Finally releasing (Y/N)’s hand just to watch her walk off through the crowd. Even then Jake felt like he could never compare to Josh; that (Y/N) would choose Josh over him every single time.

Those memories were always difficult to even just graze over, especially after everything else that would happen later. Jake could feel his heart get heavy as the scene began to change. The music was still playing loudly in the gym, he could hear it despite standing in the middle of the parking lot. Jake had come outside to look for his date, she had never come back from the washroom and being as naïve as he was, he hoped that maybe she went outside for a smoke. Instead he found a tearful (Y/N) sitting on the hood of his car. 

(Y/N) sat slumped over her one knee while the other leg dangled down, she was smoking a half finished cigarette and looking at the ground. All Jake could remember thinking as he approached her was. ‘Where on earth are her shoes?’

(Y/N) was almost always barefoot and this was no exception.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Jake called out lightly, gaining her attention rather quickly.

“Oh… hey Jake…” she responded in a half hearted way, returning to take another drag of her cigarette. 

Jake frowned as he heard her say his name in such a sad way, “What’s up? You sound upset…” He lightly asked, coming to sit beside her on the hood of his car.

(Y/N) shook her head a little, “Ah… Alex is gone.” She stated, referring to her date whose car was indeed missing from the parking lot now. Jake furrowed his brows a little, he couldn’t believe that Alex would just take off without a word --- of course he figured out why later, but at this moment it burned him up a little.

“Oh… I’m sorry.” Jake told her honestly, beginning to scratch the back of his head, “If it makes you feel any better I think Lindsay is gone too…” He muttered, referring to the girl he had asked last minute to the dance.

(Y/N) was quick to look at him with her brows furrowed, “No that doesn’t make me feel any better!” She exclaimed, “I have to beat up a bitch now.” She was quick to say. (Y/N) despite being the same age as Jake always seemed to be so protective of him; Jake really couldn’t say that he hated that fact even now. 

Jake laughed a little as she said this, “It’s okay (Y/N)...” he sighed, “I knew she wasn’t really that into me from the beginning.” He shrugged, trying not to seem all that bothered. Jake always tried to seem put together when it came to being around (Y/N) but things like this always were a blow to his self-esteem. 

(Y/N) shook her head clearly unhappy with this news, “Jake, you definitely deserve better than her anyways.” She tells him, taking another deep inhale from her cigarette. “You’re way too good of a guy to be treated in such a shitty way.” She tells him with smoke pouring from her lips, still slightly shaking her head.

Jake watched (Y/N) with a small smile, he was happy that she thought that of him anyways. “You really think so…?” He lightly asked.

(Y/N) gave an enthusiastic nod, “Of course I do! You’re handsome, funny, and charming.” She tells him seriously, turning her focus to him. “You deserve someone who loves all that about you---  someone that loves everything about you.” She told him with a smile. 

He gained a little bit of courage, his gaze becoming focused on the moon. “Do you love everything about me…?” Jake asked, it was a forward question of course, but he wanted to know.

(Y/N) seemed to raise a brow, surprised by his asking. Her arm quickly came out to pull him into a headlock, “Of course I do! That’s what friends are supposed to do!” She laughed, “And then make fun of you mercilessly for being such an amazing person.”

Jake had to stop himself from frowning in that moment, giving a weak laugh; he should have known that would be her answer. “Yeah I guess it is huh…” he uttered, moving to place his hand over hers, his thumb brushing over her soft knuckles.

(Y/N) looked over at him, she must have been able to tell that her answer didn’t quite suffice as she began to give a lopsided expression. She just couldn’t resist taking another puff before saying anything though. Jake couldn’t help but shake his head a little, “Why are you doing that?” He lightly asks her, causing her to look at him quizzically.

“Doing what?”

“Smoking.” Jake said sternly, he always hated seeing her or his brother smoking. “You know it's terrible for you.” He continued.

“Well fuck Jake, I didn’t realize you cared so much.” (Y/N) laughed, as her arm on him lessened its grip. “They're just addicting, I don’t know what to tell you.” She admitted, tossing the remainder to the ground.

Jake would shake his head at that moment, “You’re an idiot.” He told her.

“Hey! I just told you I loved everything about you, you don’t need to be so mean about it.” (Y/N) responded loudly, she clearly knew he was right… but oh how she hated being wrong.

“If you’re ever going to get into music you’ll need your voice you can’t just fuck it up by smoking that garbage.” Jake continued to scold, recalling the look she gave him. It was a look that really expressed how she felt about getting into music… a strong disdain.

“Y’know Jake… not everyone wants to get into music like you.” (Y/N) told him pointedly, “Some of us have other dreams.” She continued, with a hate filled look. Thinking about it made Jake upset still, he knew how heavily (Y/N) was being strong armed into music by her family at the time… she didn’t need him to add to it. (Y/N) recoiled her arm, bringing it to sit on her lap. 

“I’m sorry (Y/N), I just don't---” Jake could recall starting, hand moving to take hers.

All of a sudden Jake’s eyes had snapped open staring at the ceiling of his apartment, sun pouring through the curtains in an inhumane way --- he had fallen asleep. Sluggishly he sat up, running his fingers through his slightly knotted hair while he searched for his phone with the other, ‘what time is it…?’ he wondered, knowing he had to meet with Josh for eleven… or twelve Jake’s time.

Jake cradled his phone in his palm, seeing the time was 10 am. That was a relief at least. He also noticed a new text.

Josh

(Delivered 9:30 am) Okay so hopefully it’s cool but I invited (Y/N) to tag along at 11! If it isn't… well sucks to suck I guess.

The sight of it made Jake let out a light drone, falling to lay back on the couch again. “...Well fuck.” He uttered.

[xxlittle0birdxx]

WIP: Sam and Bucky See Rogers: The Musical

Bucky tugged the black watch cap down a little more firmly over his ears and tightened the scarf around his neck against the fat swirling snowflakes. The line of tourists clamoring for tickets at the TKTS booth in Times Square didn't surprise him. That weird musical where people dressed up as singing, dancing cats had run for decades while he was on ice, only to be revived in the wake of the Snap. People said it was cultural comfort food, like the musical equivalent of the gooey macaroni and cheese Sam made. He tried not to think about Rogers: The Musical too much, but for fuck's sake, the city was all but plastered with ads for it. The cast was everywhere. Singing Christmas songs on morning news shows. Numerous public radio segments devoted to the damn thing. The only respite he'd had was spending Thanksgiving and Christmas in Delacroix with Sam, Sarah, Cass, and AJ.

As though his thoughts had summoned the man, his phone began buzzing in his pocket, a photo of Sam sitting on the end of the dock behind the house, laughing at something, lighting up the screen. 'Hey.'

'What are you doing next Friday?'

A wolfish grin spread over Bucky's face. Too bad Sam couldn't see it. 'You, if I'm lucky,' he said in a saucy chortle, imagining Sam spread over his bed. There was only silence on the other end. 'Oh shit,' Bucky whispered. 'Please tell me you're not on speaker…'

Sam adjusted his earbuds, biting his lip so he didn't laugh too loudly. Apparently, it was way too obvious when Bucky got cheeky. 'Nah. Just out on the boat with Carlos and Tommy.' He turned to face the water and lowered his voice. 'So nothing firm?'

Bucky ducked under the awning of café, and leaned against the side of the building. 'Not this very moment. Give it about five minutes after you get inside my apartment.'

'Five minutes? Losing your touch, old man.'

Bucky cast an annoyed glare at the snow, falling more thickly than it had a few minutes ago. 'Yeah, well it's cold,' he retorted grumpily. 'So, next Friday?'

'The producers of that musical set aside two tickets for us.'

'Huh.'

'Clint saw it before Christmas with his kids.' Sam tilted his face up to the weak sun filtering through the clouds. He felt a twinge of pity for Bucky. New York City winters were miserable affairs. But only a twinge. He'd been pestering Bucky to move in with him for months now. If he chose to stay in Brooklyn, suffering through frigid wind and snowstorms was all on him. 'Clint hated it.'

'Lucky bastard probably turned off his hearing aid,' Bucky groused, kicking at a chunk of dirty snow.

'Tic-Tac saw it when it opened,' Sam continued. 'Hope said he and Luis haven't stopped singing with the soundtrack.'

'Oh, I'll bet she and Cassie just love that.'

'We don't have to go,' Sam said quietly. 'Or I can go solo.'

'I can't let you go through that alone,' Bucky replied. He kicked at the dirty snow lining the sidewalk a little harder. 'And I really can't afford any dings to my fragile reputation.'

'People still think your head's gonna explode if a pigeon shits on you, huh?'

'Yep.' Bucky popped the "P" and turned to study the cafe menu through the window. An Irish coffee sounded really good right now. Too bad he couldn't really get drunk. At best, he'd get a mild buzz. 'Text me your flight info.'

'I'll make it up to you,' Sam promised.

'I'm listening.'

'Macaroni and cheese… I'll make you pancakes for dinner…' Sam glanced over his shoulder to make sure Carlos and Tommy weren't paying him any mind. 'And that swirly thing I do with my tongue.'

'Fiiiine,' Bucky moaned. 'Just know I'm gonna bitch the entire time we're at the show.'

'I'd expect nothing less.' Sam took a deep breath. 'I'll see you Thursday night.'

''Kay…'

Sam disconnected the call with a heartfelt sigh. If he had a choice in the matter, he would skip the musical all together. It wasn't really his cup of tea, if he were honest. He liked musicals, and had done his fair share of belting out show tunes and songs from Disney movies at the top of his lungs in high school and college. But the clips he'd seen on TV didn't fill him with a great deal of confidence. It seemed loud and obnoxious, like they'd desperately tried too hard to be hip and modern, but he'd reserve judgement until he'd actually seen it. At least he didn't have to pay for it. Thank goodness for small mercies.

Looking back, he should have realized Steve was up to something when he kept bringing up all the social responsibilities that came with the shield before he returned the Time Stone and stayed in the past. It wasn't enough to just be Captain America. He had to be seen. It would be nice if it was on his own terms, but he'd been quickly disabused of that notion as soon as he'd claimed the shield. Still, every time he saw a kid light up like fireworks on the Fourth of July, it made it all worth it when they saw themselves in one of their heroes.

He could sit through one obnoxious musical for that.

[sanchoyo]

danny phantom season 2, episode 17-20 thoughts! finishing up season two! the finale is the THIRD 2-PARTER OF SEASON 2. that's so many! I wonder how many season 3 will have?

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-UERGH WHY DOES VLAD HAVE AN AI WITH MADDIE'S FACE ON IT. SOOO CREEPY. AND MORE 'CREATIONS' waiiiit. vlad is Dr. Frankenstein! (despite his ghost design obviously referencing vampires) HE HAS 'CREATIONS' HE MAKES THEN WONT TAKE REAL RESPONSIBILITY FOR!!! this bitch.

-danny was late and his friends immediately start going off about how hes inconsiderate, and has been treating them like sidekicks??? he just overslept, my god. chill. even if he has, be nicer about talking about it with him?? he really can't help that he sometimes has to chase the ghosts, or has a secret identity to protect...

-'what kind of ghost haunts a miniature golf course' umm. me as a ghost. next question

-imagine going home and theres a tiny child on your bed claiming to be your cousin. with as many cousins I have, I would probably believe her. but the 'ran away from home' BIT....SHES 12?? SHES SO TINY. I hate that they have her belly out in her ghost form, but I like how her colors are asymmetrical. something about her design...maybe the proportions?? are weird to me...anyway danny was good to feed her, but he shouldve taken her to his parents FIRST. or, tbh, probably jazz. (JAZZ DIDNT EVEN GET TO MEET HER!!! NOOO. I mean she said she'll be BACK BUT STILL)

-ANYWAY. shes voiced by AnnaSophia Robb, the girl who was in because of winn dixie, played as violet from charlie and the chocolate factory, and was the girl from bridge to terrabithia. (the movie that made me cry hysterically when I was 12 and I never watched it again because it Broke Me!) thats super cool.

-vlad sucks: the episode, basically. what's new!! I love how he's like, I'm Not A Villain. *immediately cuts to him torturing danny to make him transform, to get mid-transformation DNA, to perfect a Clone.* *immediately shows that he doesnt give a shit about his new daughter Dani and just wants a ''more perfect clone'' and will put her in danger to get that. will let her DIE to get that*

-Dani is danny's clone and is a girl? transgenderism....one of them has to be trans. or they both are.

-dani just. leaving at the end. WHAT? SHES 12. DONT JUST. NO!!! SHE WAS PROBABLY JUST BORN, A MONTH AGO AT MOST, RIGHT?? SHE NEEDS...SOMEWHERE TO LIVE. MONEY? FOOD?? A FAMILY?? AN EDUCATION???! WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S LEAVING!!! OKAY BYE I GUESS!!! D: concern!!!

-the next ep opens with skulker chasing a ghost down. ...does skulker count as a ghost hunter in the way valerie and danny do? I mean, sure, he hunts the good guys too, but he. he hunts ghosts...also, we haven't seen his Real Form since his debut episode! tiny...

-the guys in white are back! ngl, I assumed they were a gag for that one episode. you're telling me they might actually be a threat? ok.

-valerie in her lil nasty burger uniform looks so cute!! glad shes not in that mascot uniform this time. I guess she stopped hiding that she's working there now?

-gregor having white hair, dressed in black and white...and green eyes...sam has a Type, I guess.

-danny being unnecessarily hostile about gregor. danny!!! hes been nice so far. he looks a little...tall to be 14, but. danny doesnt know anything about him! (he does Suspect, but...you cant just spy on people and be rude to them from a hunch.) also, gregor kissed her, and when she freaked out, he was like 'oh no!! sorry, we can take it slow! I understand!' which was NICE. I hate jealousy plots still tho.

-altho. umm. tucker, being concerned about danny spying on them??? SAM AND YOU WERE SPYING ON DANNY AND VALERIE A FEW EPISODES AGO!!!!! im not saying its RIGHT, but dont be a hypocrite!!! AND THEN SAM BEING MAD ABOUT IT, TOO.

-DANNY IS A 7 ON THE SCALE OF ECTOPLASMIC POWER!!! out of 10? so I want to know where the other ghosts rank...I mean it's a list from the guys in white, so, it may not even be accurate, like, they havent seen ALL of his powers, have they?

-Lancer being like 'im not cooperating with the FEDS' until they said they could access his tax records. they already did that joke with jack, but like, its still funny. kings of tax evasion.

-tucker's aggressive third-wheeling. but gregor being super into it. gregor/tucker is the real ship here. then gregor kissing danny on both cheeks after hugging him. bi poly king gregor. (he does turn out to be a liar with a phoney accent. unsurprising, BUT THE CONCEPT OF HIM BEING GENUINE AND THEM ALL DATING IS FUN)

-THE...GUYS IN WHITE THINKING GREGOR IS DANNY PHANTOM. LMAOOO. GET HIS ASS. or,, Elliot. lmfao

-sam saying tucker is part of the package because theyre friends was super sweet <3 but also 'part of the package'...polyships are obviously the solution to these dumb jealousy/love triangle plots.

-danny crashed a whole plane. the collateral damage...

-is he....

-you know....

.... (ITS NOT GAY IF YOU'RE DOING IT TO PRETEND TO BE SOMEONE YOU'RE NOT, AND LIE TO A GIRL. RIGHT? he was getting a little too into pretending to enjoy tucker's company, and the above...c'mon, guy.)

-lmao, freakshow is in actual prison. I didn't expect a follow up, or for him to show back up! in the finale of this season, too!

-THE SICK TATTOO GHOST IS NAMED LYDIA!!! more Lore On her. freakshow seemed genuinely concerned about her. also, is she mute? I don't think she talked the first time we saw her, either. and we didn't know freakshow 'envied' ghosts, either, the first time, we just knew he was controlling them. interesting!

-...they literally stole the infinity gauntlet from marvel and called it the reality gauntlet. is that legal. what the fuck. even with the gems in the lil slots, having different powers...they had freakshow in jail, but didnt check his pockets??! hes just still in his lil outfit??? what kind of ...oh, its in amity park. yeah, all of the adults are idiots, okay, sure.

-'freakshow!' 'in the anemic flesh!' dude take some iron pills then. also, sure, the red eyes could be contacts for his aesthetic, but the whites of his eyes are yellow! does he have jaundice?! he severely needs more...like, every kind of vitamin. (this is what im worried about as freakshow attacks danny with giant robots)

-again, goth circus is a sick theme, and I love his goth train.

-oh FUCK every single person saw danny transform. on a stage. including his parents via TV. oh god. the guys in white and immediately like 'youre coming in for experiments!' SCARY. at least the crowd is willing to help him to escape...perks of now being a local celeb! even the kids at school are accepting :) this is what, the third time his family has found out? its always been an alt timeline tho. and danny fully intending to just rewrite things again instead of...I dunno, trying to roll with it this time? hes really worried his family won't accept him, huh...

-'maybe our son IS THE GHOST BOY, but its not as if our family's ghostly activities have EVER PUT YOUR FAMILIES IN DANGER' maddie. mmmmmmmmmmmm. okay.

-danny 100% prepared to run away from home because of this :( oh :( and saying his parents are 'looking for him, or a scalpel to dissect him with' ouch...

-THE GUYS IN WHITE TRYING TO ARREST A 14 YEAR OLD. fuck da feds.

-side note (another one about voice actors...) freakshow's voice actor, Jon Cryer, was lex luthor in pretty much every DC tv show, which is why I recognized his voice, because my dad loves those shows so I've seen a good bit of them without seeking them out...)

-the old man saying 'hey, i still had minutes left!' and danny saying 'you gotta watch those roaming charges!' about danny destroying the people in the diner's phones so no one could report seeing him...would kids today understand these things. can you even BUY minutes anymore...I remember my first phone being a flip phone, and the fact I always had minutes when my sister ran out super fast, because I didnt have friends calling or texting me like she did...:/

-the fentons being genuinely like 'why didnt danny trust us and tell us this, we love him :(' and JAZZ LAYING INTO THEM WITH THE 'DISSECTION/MOLECULE BY MOLECULE' LINES. LITERALLLLY. they need to apologize

-technically, lydias stronger than you! -jazz lesbianism moments! when did you even learn her name!!! but also get freakshows ass. lydia is also cooler looking. looove her design sm still.

-jazz psychoanalyzing freakshow... (also, her also having ghost envy? au where jazz is a ghost!! id like to see it)

-im glad the kids still got to go to their respective vacation things, even if they cant really stick around and enjoy them much...

-furry: confirmed. (also tucker calling her hot. tucker is a furry confirmed)

-danny being mad someone at the comic con is selling comics of him without permission, lmfao. give him his royalties!

-freakshow > thanos because hes a drama clown and does use his gauntlet to be FLASHY AND DRAMATIC.

-jazz's 'USE PYSCOLOGY' to danny about freakshow LMAOO. AND THEN IT WORKING. but, oh, freakshow's ghost form sucks. I like him as a clown better tbh. good thing danny took away his ghost powers!

-his parents hugging him and saying theyre proud :"( and saying 'of course you lied to us, we never gave you a reason not to!' and saying they were in the wrong basically for always talking about hurting ghosts aaaa :""(

-then he WIPED THEIR MEMORIES AGAIN!!! FUCK. I can understand him wiping the goverments/student bodies' memories, but why his parents?? they were being accepting!! ARGHHH. season 3 couldve been them all trying to adjust to them knowing!

-I know, on a meta level the showrunners probably wanted to just reset things to the status quo of him having a secret identity. But. We've been doing that for (2) seasons, I'd love if season 3 could be like, his parents adjusting to this and trying way harder to learn more and accept it (and the shenanigans that could come from that) and for fun, if he didn't wipe the students memories, it could be him being popular for a while, then everyone slowly realizing, oh, he's still Danny. Like. he might have ghost powers but hes Just The Same Guy instead of putting him on a pedestal (and seeing them all try and help him hide it from the giw/people who don't know!!)

-fuck they didn't even explain WHY he wiped everyone except sam, tucker and jazz's memories. he just Did It right when his parents were saying they loved/accepted him!! and sam and tucker didnt question it at all!!! HELLO??? very annoyed about this turn of events.

-anyway. onto season 3! I know its shorter than the first two seasons, and is the last season... I might just do it in 2 bursts if I can... :3c depends on the episodes' content and how much I want to say about each!

[mxrvelxbucky]

Bucky Barnes x reader

Bucky Barnes one shots

Warnings: dirty thoughts, 18+ scenes

Words : 2,7k

Notes: Sorry if I have some mistakes, but English is not my native language

A/N: Do not copy, rewrite, repost or translate my work on here or any other site. Likes, comments and reblogs are welcome.

Bucky went out of the well-known cafe who went since Steve left, because there they were coming every day to take their coffee. But it was not only that the reason for his continued visit to Cafe. Every time he went to the Cafe, he was welcoming by the same girl, with her long black hair and emerald, her green eyes, with a beautiful and warm smile on her lips.

Every day Bucky tried to catch her talking but every time customers came so they could not talk and he was forced to leave and close again in his apartment.

Today, however, what surprised him was that he did not see her in the cafe. But he did not get into the process of asking the other girls in the Cafe where she was. But as he was leaving the cafe, he hit someone. But before the other person could fall, Bucky caught up with him. As he looked at it he immediately understood who he was.

These emerald looks, these fleshy red lips and snow-white skin definitely belonged to her. "I-um-eh-I-Iam-s-oh". He could not speak, he was bony. Bucky tried to apologize to her but no matter how hard he tried, the words did not come out of his mouth. He was literally stuck. How should he talk to her? What should he tell her? He did not know what to do, but you got him out of the predicament he was in, letting your voice, which was like a melody in Bucky's ears, resound.

"Morning Bucky" He did nothing, he did not react, he just looked deep into your eyes. You were starting to feel a little uncomfortable, because he had his arm wrapped around your waist, and your faces were a few inches apart.

Wow, that was the first time you noticed how beautiful his eyes were. They had many shades of blue inside. They were like oceans, dangerous oceans with a beauty and a serenity in them that made you want to explore them.

After a while you started to feel something hot enter your skin that made you scream from the burning. Bucky's coffee had spilled on your chest and stomach. When Bucky realized what he had done he was shocked. He had been absorbed by your features, your eyes, your lips, your body, everything for so long. He was absorbed by you. He wanted you so fucking much to be his that he had not noticed that his coffee had started to spill on you.

"Oh, my god, Y/N I am s-so sorry about that, I-I d-din't want to........" He tried to apologize but he could not, the words were confused in his mind and his actions could not control what he did.

"It's o-ok Bucky" you tried to say without showing him how much the burning hurts "Can you please bring me some paper towels" you looked at his eyes as sweet as you could. He didn't reply he just went into the cafe and some seconds later he came out with some paper towels. He gave them to you and he was watching you trying to clean yourself.

Your T-shirt was stuck on you, clearly showing the contour of your bra and some parts of your boobs. Bucky, no matter how hard he tried to look away, but he could not, dirty thoughts passed through his mind which he could not drive away. He wanted you, he wanted you so fucking much. He wanted to be on the top of you and talking you dirty. But he knew that you didn't feel the same.

Those few times you'd talked, Bucky had found out that you have a boyfriend. But he couldn't, even after all these days, stop thinking about you, he might have been a playboy before, but you were the first one to make him really feel something. Something that had nothing to do with his twisted thoughts, or sex, but it was about you. He really loved you even from those little things you'd said to each other, he'd fallen in love with you. Something that had nothing to do with his twisted thoughts, or sex, it was about you. He really loved you even from those little things you said to each other, he had fallen in love with you.

"Perfect. It's not cleaned for anything"you said. It may have seemed like you were blaming Bucky for what happened, but the truth is that you were about to kiss him If he didn't make the first move. You broke up with your boyfriend just yesterday, because you couldn't get those blue eyes out of your mind.

"Y/N I am so sorry, really I didn't mean to-"

"Bucky I am not blaming your for anything, ok? Just forget it" You said looking sweetly into his eyes, those eyes you fell in love with, from the moment you first saw them.

"Ah Ok, but You can't walk around like that, with coffee on your shirt, my house is nearby, I'm sure I'll have some clothes there for you" You were about to say no, but he interrupted you "And I don't take no for an answer" You both laughed and you followed him to his apartment.

Along the way, you were talking about different things. He asked you about how you're doing with your boyfriend, and of course you told him that you broke up with your boyfriend. Bucky may have looked sad at the time, but he couldn't have been happier at all.

When you arrived at his apartment you sat in the living room while he went to one of the other rooms to find clothes. A few minutes later he came and gave you the clothes. He showed you where the bathroom was and you sources to get dressed. You were sure the shirt was his, it had its smell, expensive cologne and something of vanilla.

When you sources back into the living room, you saw him lying on the couch. He was going to put on a movie. When he noticed you, he got up and came to you. He had taken off his shirt and instead of that jeans that he was wearing before, he had worn a thin, almost transparent, pair of shorts. You felt a little weird when the thin fabric of his shorts.

"Since you have the day off, you'd like to sit down and watch a movie" He looked you deep in the eye, you couldn't refuse, you wanted to sit with him more than anything else in the world.

"Of course I'd like to, just before you start the movie, wait till I sit-"

You didn't have time to finish your sentence. He grabs your wrist and tugs you down on the couch. You fall on him with a sharp, playful shriek. "You know I’m the best seat in this place"  He jokes, pushing you over his body while he brings his knee up so you’re between his thick bare thighs, his briefs riding up higher so you feel his skin on yours.

Resting your head on his warm, smooth chest, you feel his cock pressing into your pelvis. He’s not even hard, and he’s big. The thought making you throb as you push down the whimper bubbling in your throat.

"Comfortable?" Bucky asks as he looks at the top of your head with a knowing grin. You nod, your head rising and falling with his even breathing.

"Good girl" he hums, shifting his hips up, grinding into you so briefly that you think you imagined it.

Bucky listens to the small noise that escapes your lips when he does it again, stretching under you with a loud groan as he adjusts your bodies on the plush cushions. "Me too"

It’s hard to focus on the movie. All you can think about is how the only thing separating you is two layers of very thin cloth. Two layers keeping you from feeling how warm and firm he really is.

Bucky’s hand is trailing up and down your back, the tips of his fingers grazing your spine as he watches the movie. After a while, his touches get more deliberate, harder as he massages your back. His other hand lazily tossing popcorn in his mouth.

You glance up at him, studying him as an explosion happens in the background. He didn’t shave today so there’s a hint of a beard covering his cheeks, the corner of his lips turned up as his blue eyes follow the action playing out on the screen. His adam’s apple bobs as he swallows another mouthful of popcorn. He’s so handsome and hot, no man should look this good.

You whimper, actually whimper, when his hand drifts down to your ass, resting over the swell of your cheek. Heat floods your face as you stare at him. Please please say he didn’t hear you, please-

Bucky doesn’t look down, but you swear his lips twitch. "This is my favorite part" He murmurs his large hand curves over your ass. He slapped hard your ass and you let a small moan get out of your mouth. You didn't know what he exactly was supposed to do to you, but you didn't care, You knew he was going to do bad things to you, those bad and naughty things that you've been waiting for a long time of him to do to you.

"Mm, I can’t get enough of this" He gently squeezes, his ring pressing into your skin, and you nearly arch into his powerful touch. His large hand kneads your ass, squeezing and rubbing until you’re soaked, wanting his hands everywhere on your body. His cock swells under you, pushing into you. He’s so big. That throb is getting worse, he has to feel it, feel how wet you are.

"I always want more, Doll" The nickname that he called you, it makes you horny.

Bucky looks down at you, his lust-blown eyes nearly black, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. He wants you. He’s hot and stiff and you can feel him.

"Hmm, you want more Doll" That wasn't a question, his voice was so deep and thick, you knew what was going to happen.

He pulls down your bottom lip with his thumb. "Yeah, you want more" He smirks, his words laced with a smug assurance, he’s going to make you feel so good if you let him and you will let him.

Bucky pulls you up his body until your hands are resting above his head, your forehead on his. "Say you want more and I’ll give you everything"

He’s looking up at you , his eyes steady on your face. His hand kneading your ass, ushing you hard on him, down on his hard erection, grinding into your clit. You whine and his eyes get darker. "You like that, huh?"

He reaches up and bites your bottom lip, sucking it into his warm mouth, his hand slipping between your bodies, under the band of your panties, cool fingers find your hot cunt, aching and dripping for him. He traces along your clit, an intricate pattern of his name that has you gasping.

Bucky lets your lip go with a wet plop, "Say it Doll" He demands, feeling as desperate as you look. He pushed you against him and made you horny in even more"Say it"He whispered in your ear, you could feel his hot breath on your neck just before he started leaving you sucking pacifiers around your neck.

"I want you"

Three simple words ignite a fire in him. His hand slaps your ass just as he pulls you in for a heated kiss, swallowing your shocked squeal. Those two layers separating you are gone, ripped from each in a flurry, the kiss deepening with each second until you’re consumed by him.

Breaking away with a groan, Bucky watches as you straddle his hips, your glistening pussy sliding over his thick cock. His swollen head pushes through your folds and into your core, you grab his chest, panting through the burning twinge, fuck he’s not even halfway in.

There ya go, Doll, you can take it "he encourages, his hands on your ass, easing you down until you reach his base." Little more, there ya go. Good girl. Knew this tight little pussy could take me" He said in your ear.

You’re so full, his cock so deep in you, even a small roll of your hips has you crying out. "Fuck, I don’t think I can take-"

Bucky presses his hand on your belly, smirking as he feels himself. "Yeah, you can Doll" He counters softly, you try to circle your hips, wanted to be a good girl for him but when he hits your soft spot right there, you lose your rhythm.

He sits up, keeping his grip on your ass, bringing you down over him, harsh and fast, stretching and filling you in a way no one has ever done, the swift burst of pleasure has you seeing stars. Your hands clutch his hair as you hang on while makes you ride him, each stroke twisting the pulsating coil in you, tighter and tighter.

The faint sounds of the tv drowned out by the wet squelch of your pussy sucking him back in as he brings your hips down, his massive hands rocking you back and forth until you’re mewling and sobbing from the sensations tearing through you.

Bucky tightens his hold, his face contorted into a sneer when you clench down. "Fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking tight, shit should have fucked this sweet cunt weeks ago" He’s whispering the filthiest things, describing all his wet dreams as he pushes deeper into your pussy.

All you can do is hold on to his large body, to overwhelmed by the way his cock is dragging along your walls to respond, only able to produce broken, needy gasps. "Please ‘m so close, so close god Bucky, just please Bucky-"

"Say you own to me, that you're mine "

"Say it" he told while he was pushing harder and harder.

"I am yours, you own me, I-I'm yours"

"Good Doll" He is pulling your head back, he brushes his lips across your jaw as he fucks up into you, your breasts bouncing against his sweaty chest with each thrust. His mouth hovers over your open lips, muttering, "Cum right fucking now, Doll"

A searing white-hot heat flashes across your body as the coil snaps. "Oh god, yes, oh fuck-" Your belly tenses in and you shatter, his name a strangled wheeze as your orgasm roils through your body.

Bucky grins, his tongue caught between his teeth as he waits for you to come down from your high, your body trembling over his. His hands rubbing your back as he sighs.

Slowly opening your eyes, his smirking face comes into view. You shift your hips, he’s still hard, bitting back a weak moan, "Bucky you didn’t-"

"So you know we missed the movie. I really wanted to see it" He traces your swollen bottom lip with his thumb, "how about you keep my cock warm and we finish it"

He leans back on the couch, grabbing the remote off the table. “And if you’re good, I’ll eat your pussy until you pass out. If you’re not, well I’ll edge you until you pass out"

He did not just say that-

You stare down at him with wide eyes, your mouth dropping open as he grabs a handful of popcorn. He puts a few kernels on your tongue, eating the rest as the movie starts up. "Your choice Doll"

You tilt your head considering your options. Things are about to get real interesting around here. "You know Bucky, I know exactly what I want"

You lean down and whisper in his ear. Bucky nods his head, his smirk getting wider. "Good choice Doll"

That was my first story, tell me if you want more

[shyrose57]

2: I will figure it out eventually and that's a promise.

3: Watson is aboustely heart broken and near tears multiple times as well hearing Ran in so much distress and actually crying. Jackie does cry, he attempts multiple times to hug Ran and make it known he's there to comfort him, but it only works sometimes, and when it doesn't work Ran gets scared and tries to get away believing an attacker has gotten him. Grievous is almost like silently grieving, knowing he can't do anything to help his close friend. Cletus feels bad, and since he isnt too good with emotions, focuses on instead attempting to cheer everyone else up. Isaac and Benjamin feel awful as they feel at fault for letting it happen, so to hopefully help they make plans on how to make Ran as comfortable and safe as can be while also getting him to a nearby town they heard about to hopefully reverse it. Charles is doing his damn best to comfort Ran while also distracting him from his own thoughts, which mostly means Charles (and Watson) play the role of story teller for a while. Ranbob is the hardest hit by it, he's suffering so much because he so badly just wants to go over and hug his little brother and comfort him, tell him that it'll all be ok and that Bobby would protect him. But also knows he can't because he knows that would most likely do nothing but make it worse. For a while he spends his time blocking his ears and wrapped in a comfort blanket trying to comfort himself, as everyone else tend to his suffering brother. One thing that makes it harder is that Ran begins to purr to himself in a vain attempt to comfort himself (cause I personally like to think Enderman hybrids are like cats and purr like them, when their happy, content, comfortable, but also to soothe themselves and heal wounds), when Ranbob knows Ran's never purred, so knowing he's so desperate to try it now hurts him. 

You will get some comfort, like Watson manages to convince Ranbob to at least hug Ran, and Ranbob manages to purr alongside Ran a bit, which does actually help to calm Ran down. Ran getting wrapped up with the fluffiest blanket they have and always having Watson, Jackie, or Grievous by his side. With Jackie tending to hold his hand. 

4: All of the above. Sudden touch can be overwhelming to Ranbob at times, especially when he's not doing well mentally. Also while in this state, touch reminds him of the desperate grabbing and touching of the people he killed that tried to escape or fend him off. And Dream was able to hurt Ranbob by starving and dehydrating him of course, but when Ranbob was being particularly disobedient and tried to fight back Dream would often take control and cut or stab Ranbob then gave back control as punishment. 

10: It does get better! Idk if I already said but Kelalen is actually where they get the antidote for Rans blindness potion! And when their given it for free and it works, they become very grateful to Adler and Lucia (the one who actually convinced Adler to give them the potion in the first place cause it was the only one left). And a few days after they arrive they actually decide to explore the town, where they meet Siren and get more information on Dream and who he was, they also get their weapons and armor repaired by them. But while talking with Siren, Cletus and Grievous sneak off and run into Atlas, then Cletus and Grievous agree to help Atlas with his prank. But by the end of their second week in Kelalen the group starts to truly enjoy their stay, Ranbob often saying how it kind of reminds him of Mizu before everything happened. 

12: Thats funny though and is exactly how I'd want to be seen.

13: *CLAPS HANDS* OH BOY DO I HAVE NEWS FOR YOU. I RECENTLY TOLD MY FRIEND ABOUT RANBOB SEEING HIS DEAD FRIENDS AND FAMILY BUT FAILED TO TELL THEM IT WASNT ACTUALLY PART OF THE STORY. SO THEY TOOK IT LITTERALY AND THEY HAVE GIVEN ME IDEAS, WHILE ALSO HELPING ME REALIZE THAT THIS COULD ACTUALLY BE USED TO SET UP FOR RANBOB MOVING PAST HIS TRAUMAS AND CAN LEAD TO MORE FLUFF AND ANGST. SO NOW IT IS PART OF THE STORY, WITH CHANGES THAT IT HAPPENED DURING A DREAM AND HE DIDNT BELIEVE IT AND CONSIDERED IT A CRUEL JOKE BY FATE ITSELF AT FIRST. AND YES BY AT FIRST I MEAN THIS HAPPENS MANY MORE TIMES.

Also my friend has a message for you, "HahA THEY BETTER THANK ME I SET THEM UP FOR MORE MISERY 😈😈 /j" (I wanna be safe so if you don't know /j means that their joking)

14: Im not doing Foolish and Dream brothers because I personally don't like/get it. But I was thinking maybe they meet Foolish after Mripat tells them that there was a member of the SMP who was said to be a god and immortal. And after some long conversations they decide to go hunt for this apparently immortal god. Which takes a while since no one actually knows where he is, just that he likes deserts, and have to go off possible sightings or hints in history books. And when they finally meet him they manage to learn about totems (which they previously didn't know about) and even get some. They also learn that infact even during the SMP time no one quite knew what Dream was, and learns the ways the SMP tried to permanently get rid of him. Foolish is also devastated to know that Dream infact survived and becomes determined to help them. Even offering his help that if they ever go back to Mizu to face Dream, he'll come along and help in anyway he can. 

15: I like to imagine Edward remembers Ranboo as the young troubled enderman that he basically adopted and took care of. So Edward sees Ranboo in both Ran and Ranbob, so he offers his help and advice. Basically becoming their Grandad, telling stories about everything he's seen. Especially about Ranboo because Ranbob is so curious about his ancestor he just cant help but ask. One convo I've been particularly thinking about goes something like, "Edward: Older one, what do you think your brother thinks about you? Ranbob: I..I think he doesnt like me, and that he wants me gone. Edward: Hmm, your wrong. Ranbob: What? Edward: When I look at Ran, I see a child, not an adult yet, scarred, scared and traumatized. A child that wishes you two were closer, that he could forgive you and wants to believe you, just so you two could be family again. But is afraid too, for he already has a family, that he is terrified of losing, and is scared if he attempts to trust you again that they may leave him. But make no mistake, your brother wants to make amends, your brother cares about you and wants you happy. He knows deep down that he can trust you, and that you are innocent, but you all must help him acknowledge those parts, and stand by him, helping him walk when needed, as he traverses his own nightmares." AKA I really want Edward to be the reason Ranbob realizes that Ran does want to be family again but needs help. Cause if I had to describe the brothers current positions with their trauma it'll be, Ranbob-Knows he has trauma and is trying to get better and live with it, willingly getting help. Ran-Is fucking drowning in trauma cause he refuses to acknowledge he has it and hides it well most of the time, also doesn't ask for help. 

2: I fear the day.

3: Hahaha, ow, ow, ow. That, overall, is...heartbreaking. At the same time though, it’s sweet to see everyone pitching in to do their best and help him. We got it with Ranbob, now we get it with Ran.

I am curious, though. From what you’ve said, Blindness potions don’t wear off immediately? Why’s that?

4: *Chants* Please punch Dream. Please punch Dream. Please punch Dream. How do the fishermen deal with this, and help Ranbob?

10: Oh, god, Ran’s blind when they arrive in town. That’s definitely a high tension situation. Not only have you got him out of commission, but everyone else high strung from it, and probably having their protective instincts in overdrive when they randomly get treated hostilely. What exactly does an antidote for blindness consist of? Do most potions have antidotes, or counters? Is milk no longer used, or is that not a thing in the AU? It does sound nice that they all end up making friends later on though. How does Ran adjust to having his sight back? And, y’know, having everyone see him like that, and his brother comfort him(if they aren’t on good terms at this point, the timeline’s confusing me a bit)

12: Throughout this conversation, every time I read something sad, the image struck me, and honestly, it’s what you deserve. If these keeps up, I’m gonna start inserting these little 🏹s every time you hurt my heart. 

13: I’m being conspired against. Does everyone see this? Brothers Anon and their friend are conspiring to break my heart. Such gremlins. What did I ever do to you two?

Also, you can tell your friend that from this point on, I will closely associate them with a tiny, purple, cackling imp. 

14: Huh. Why do they want to find Foolish? Curiosity? To learn more about the Smp? About Dream? Sounds like it has a lot of potential to be quite the interesting encounter. And, since they didn’t previously know about the totems, they probably wouldn’t notice if one activated in a certain situation where it’s popped...do with that what you will.

15: Anon, I love all of this. Tell me more about Grandpa Edward. Does he fondly look back to Ranboo being polite and quiet while Ranbob and Ran cause havoc in the background? Does he bake them snacks and tell them about Ranboo’s adventures, and how much he loved to mine-which, in hindsight, is kind of funny, considering you just mentioned that so few people follow Skeppy because of the mining, but apparently their ancestor did that thing for fun.

[lu-undy]

Chapter 99 - SBT

Here it is!

"Right, the Maravilhoso…" 

Mundy parked the motorcycle and removed his helmet before getting inside. 

"Oh, hold on…" As he passed in front of the facade, he caught a glimpse of his reflection, the light of the lamp posts helping. He thought of Perle and adjusted his hair and his bowtie. Last time he had done that, it was before entering Lulu's room and he had a ponytail… 

"Right." He pushed the door and entered. "Oh, wow…" 

The atmosphere inside the restaurant was completely different from the dark and relatively silent streets. The lights were golden, yellow and red inside of the Brazilian steakhouse and the music was… exotic. Mundy didn't exactly know what the style was called but it was soothing while people were dancing at one end of the large room. An orchestra was playing live, and it reminded Mundy of the Queen Victoria days, only more colourful and tropical.

"Evenin' Sir, how may I help?" A waiter broke Mundy's train of thought.

"Oh, uh, my partner's booked a table, I think…"

"What name would that be?" They both shifted to the stand with the register. 

"Uh… Beauregard, or Turner." 

The waiter frowned as his eyes scanned the large book. 

"Uh, Beauregard is a French name, spellin's quite odd." Mundy started spelling it out loud and the waiter's eyebrows jumped. 

"Ha! Gotcha! Yes, of course! Alright, follow me."

Mundy did as he was told and was taken to a table and seated. Lucien wasn't there yet, evidently.

"Here is the menu."

"Ah, thanks." Mundy took it and the waiter faded away. 

Lucien wasn't there yet so why not have a look at what kind of food was served in that establishment? Mundy knew the place by name, the name on the outside was flashing in bulbs of yellow in the night, blinking and dancing. There was no way one would go through the street and miss it. Besides, the smell inside was very appetising, grilled meat was largely dominating, but the Aussie could perceive a hint of foreign spices through it all.

"Good evening, handsome..." 

Mundy's eyebrows jumped at the feminine voice. He raised his eyes from the menu and saw a woman pulling the chair opposite him and sitting down as easily as just that. 

"Uh, hey there, I-I'm actually waitin' for someone, sorry." 

"I'll go when they show up, don't worry." The lady put her hand on the menu in Mundy's hands and pushed it down. That's when the Aussie noticed her long, dark blue, velvet gloves that went all the way to her elbows. Her slim arms were white as snow and her dress matched her gloves, or the other way around. "May I?" 

"You're already sitting at my table, eh?" 

"Oh, then I guess it is a yes…?" 

She looked older than Mundy, her hair was long, salt and pepper, like Lucien. She wore beautiful make-up, not too much, but just enough to enhance her features, her eyes in particular. A touch of mascara and eye-liner to give her light blue eyes a feline look. 

"You're here alone?" He asked her. 

"I was waiting for my companion and got bored." She answered. "I saw you alone and thought we might spend a bit of time together, instead of each being in their own solitude…?" 

Mundy's ears twitched at the word: solitude. He frowned for an instant. 

"Hm." 

"So," The woman cocked an eyebrow. "What is your name?" 

"M." 

"Just M?" 

"Yeah." 

"Fair enough." She chuckled. 

"Why're you laughin'?" 

"Quite mysterious you are, M, hm? Even though you don't look like the mysterious type."

There was a subtle accent in the woman's voice, nothing that Mundy had heard before. She was a native alright, but there was a very light twist in her words… 

"Although you do look very handsome, tonight." She poured Mundy and herself a glass of water and drank. 

"You flirtin' with me?" Mundy asked. 

"Why not? You said you were waiting for a friend, not your wife, hm?" She cocked a cheeky eyebrow. 

"Well, uh, I said friend but uh…" 

"Is she more?" 

"I mean…" Mundy scratched his cheek nervously. 

"I don't mind some competition." 

The Aussie started to sweat. 

"Look, uh, y-you're very nice and all, but uh… huh?"

The woman stood off of her chair and got closer to Mundy before half sitting on the table itself, her thigh dangerously close to the Aussie's forearm. Mundy couldn't help but look at it. His eyes went from her high-heeled black boot, wrapping her thin leg tightly to her black stockings under her dress. The only reason he could see all that was because the slit on her dress went all the way up to the top of her thigh… Mundy blushed and looked away, feigning to look for Lucien as he gulped down hard.

"The shy type, are we?" She put her index finger below Mundy's jaw and pulled him to face her. "I like it." She winked and Mundy's heart beat twice as fast as the music playing in the restaurant. 

"W-wow, alright, uh, listen, sheila… I-I'm really not lookin' for-"

"You might not be looking, but I am. And I now have my eyes on a very pretty one…" She bit her lip and Mundy saw a shy flash of her pearly white teeth. Gosh...

"Pff, you should meet my, uh, friend. He's the king of pretty…" Mundy tried to divert the conversation away from him.

"Oh, should I? What is his name?" 

"L." 

"Just L?" 

"Yeah." 

"Such a concidence…My name also starts with an L…" She bent down and got her lips closer to Mundy's ear. "Bonsoir, mon loup."

[Good evening, my wolf.]

Mundy gasped and turned his head to face her again. Their faces were a few inches apart and she smiled as she pushed back a lock of her long hair. 

"W-what?" 

"It's me, mon amour. Have you not recognised me?" Lucien chuckled and broke the voice acting for a second. 

"What?!" He repeated and Lucien sat opposite the Aussie whose jaw had dropped. "Why are you…? I mean why the…?" 

"Surprise…!" Lucien answered with a wink and slid his hand on the table to hold Mundy's. 

"It's really you? How can I be sure?"

"Who else would call you mon loup?" Lucien smiled, resuming the feminine voice. "And I can tell you the exact number of scars on your back, I have kissed them all…" 

Mundy blushed again. 

"Bloody hell, ok…! Woah…" Mundy pulled on his collar to let more air through. "But why are you dressed… like that?" He asked, confused. 

"Someone once said that they wanted to be able to hold me close in public, but couldn't because I was a man. So I reused a spooky skill of mine." He explained nonchalantly. 

"You… You've already done that before?" 

"Occasionally, oui. But I never enjoyed it. Today might be the first time I do." 

"Oh, really?" Mundy asked, still digesting it all. "And the beard's gone? And your voice, your accent…? How the hell can you sound like a sheila?"

"I was that good at my job, and for the beard, it would have looked very odd, non?" Lucien winked. "Besides, seeing that blush on your cheeks when you looked down my thigh was worth every minute of me trying to hide my masculine aspects." Lucien chuckled. 

"I…" 

"You…?" 

"I don't know what to say…!" Mundy was at a loss for words even, he leaned back on his chair and exhaled the breath he had been holding.

"Then hold my hand, and say nothing." Lucien gave him a slow flap of his eyelashes and it was enough to tame the hunter, who obeyed, and slid his fingers between Lucien's gloved ones.

"Gosh…" Mundy blushed.

"Is something the matter?" 

"I… I never thought I'd…" Mundy looked left and right at the other patrons in the restaurant. No one was giving them any odd looks. Why would they? Mundy was but holding a woman's hand.

"Hm?" 

"Never thought I'd hold your hand out in the open… Feels… Feels amazin'..." Mundy raised bright shining eyes to Lucien. "Feels like… We're really together, like…" 

"Weren't we before?" Lucien tilted his head on the side and gave a lopsided smile. 

"Course we were. Just feels… stronger, somehow…" 

They exchanged a dear grin before they dived in the menu and placed their order. 

"So, uh… Why all this?" Mundy asked. 

"Because you have been feeling low as of late, as I thought I might try to do something about it." 

Mundy lowered his head yet ginned shyly. 

"I'm… I'm sorry." 

"What for?" 

"Must've been shit livin' with me for the past few days." Mundy raised ashamed eyes. 

The conversation cut when they both received their meals and thanked the waiter, before he disappeared. 

"Non, Mundy, you are a delight to live with." 

"Even when I wake up every night?"

"Even when you wake up every night." 

"Even when I look like shit and am in a low mood?"

"Even when you look like shit and are in a low mood." Lucien answered with a chuckle. "Are you hungry?" 

"Yeah, quite a bit…" Mundy answered, looking down at his plate. 

"Then, please dig in, and bon appétit." 

"To you too, luv'." 

They started going at their plates. 

"Mmh, that's some good steak right there… How's yours?" 

"Divine, but not as good as the sight you offer me." 

"Oh, hm…" Mundy blushed and smiled. 

"Look at this now…!" Lucien said. 

"What?" Mundy felt put on the spot seeing how intensely Lucien was staring at him. 

"It has been a long time since I last saw one of those." 

"One of those what?" 

"One of those smiles." Lucien answered. "The shy ones, the ones from the beginning." 

"W-well… Feels like the beginnin' again, but different." Mundy answered. 

"How so?" 

"I…" Mundy looked down at his plate, it was hard enough to find the words, let alone say them. "I'm… I'm fallin' in love with you… again… but as a sheila." 

Lucien put one of his gloved hands on his chest and smiled while tilting his head.

"Mundy…" 

"I know. Makes no sense. 'm sorry, should've shut up…" Mundy dived as deep as he could in his steak to avoid Lucien's gaze. 

"Mundy…?"

"Anyway, forget it. How d'you find the uh, the rice and uh, stuff?" 

"Mundy, please, look at me." 

Lucien's feminine voice was something. It made something tremble inside Mundy, who obeyed, albeit timidly. 

"What you said is far from ridiculous. I… I appreciate it, dearly." 

"I mean… I didn't mean like… As in… You just look gorgeous, male or female… I…" Mundy averted his eyes. "It's even harder to look at you now…! Not that it was easy before but I kinda got used to it. Now it feels like I'm startin' all over again." 

"Mundy…?" 

"What?" 

"Finish your plate, I have another surprise for you, before we get some dessert." 

"Okay… Sorry again. That-that was uh, awkward to say…" The Aussie scratched his head nervously. 

"Non, it wasn't. I find you charming." 

Mundy eventually raised his head and was welcomed by Lucien's irresistible smile.

"Thank you, luv'."

They went on invading their plates steadily. 

"Have you ever been to Brazil?" Mundy asked. 

"Non, I have not. I have been in Guinée Équatoriale though."

"Where's that?" 

"At the Northern frontier with Brazil is a territory that belongs to France. I have been there, briefly. It was hardly long enough for me to get well acquainted with the local life there, unfortunately." 

"Oh, ok… Didn't know France had a border with Brazil…"

"And it is its longest with any neighbouring country." Lucien answered. 

"Really?" 

"Oui, France's longest border in the world is shared with Brazil of all places."

"Woah… Quite wild, eh?" 

"Not half as much as you are, mon loup." 

They shared a chuckle. 

"And you, where have you travelled to?" Lucien asked. "I remember you telling me that when you were chasing down poachers, you had been sent in quite a few places outside of Australia." 

"Yeah," Mundy nodded. "Mostly America, though. Not every reserve has the money to spare to pay for flights and hotels for a hunter comin' from the other end of the world."

"Mmh, I see Monsieur's fees were high, hm?" Lucien smirked. 

"Well, I just didn't have the money myself so either they paid for everythin' and I'd come, or they didn't and I stayed here." 

"I see. Whereabouts in America?"

"The US, New Mexico and Texas mainly, the Australia of the US…" 

"I have heard of it the other way around." 

"What d'you mean?" 

"I have heard British people say that Australia is the Texas of the United Kingdom." 

Mundy chuckled. 

"Sounds about right, I guess. We're a wilder bunch than the Brits, but eh…" 

"Not so hard to achieve if you ask me…!" Lucien raised his glass of wine and Mundy imitated him. "To us, mon loup." 

"Yeah, to you and me, Lu'."

Their glasses met in crystal sounding clink and they both took a sip. 

"That was one hell of a good bit of meat…" 

"Admitting defeat already?" Lucien cocked an eyebrow. 

"Defeat? What am I fightin'?" 

"Me." Lucien stood up and held his hand out for Mundy who frowned, confused, but put his hand in the gloved one. The Frenchman pulled him and Mundy stood up. 

"Where're we going…? Oh…" 

Lucien had led the way to the dancing area and looked up at Mundy. 

"Do you know how to dance to this kind of music?" 

"No clue, but I'll dance with you." 

Lucien bit his lip and smiled. Anytime Mundy pushed his own limits in favour of him, the Frenchman could feel his knees weaken. 

"Humour me and try. Bear in mind that as the man, you will have to lead." 

It was a slow bossa nova, something that wasn't usually danced but the people in the restaurant didn't mind much for it. On the dance floor, the lights were lower, a few spots of yellow, orange, red and pink shone on the floor and traced circles and loops as the couple danced around. It was about a dozen couples or so there, among which Mundy and Lucien. 

"Right…" Mundy laced a hand around Lucien's slim waist and held the other one in front of him, like an invitation. Lucien raised his eyes and saw his lover's oh so sweet grin. He placed his gloved hand on his and Mundy started to move. 

He led the dance slow and mellow, small steps that Lucien appreciated dearly. The point wasn't to dance per se, but to hold onto each other for a moment, in the dimness of the dancefloor, blend in, and forget that they were different. To the outside eye, they were an ordinary couple, a he and a she, prim and proper, well dressed and even better loved. 

Mundy looked down and stared with half-lidded eyes at Lucien who was looking up at him. He seemed head over heels for the Aussie, lovestruck by a lightning bolt. The Aussie blushed again and bent his head down until Lucien met his forehead with his own. 

"You look amazin', Lu'..." 

"Mh, so do you, in your suit… I am actually surprised."

"Why?" 

"First, I didn't have to adjust your collar or bowtie, they are perfect. Secondly, you aren't shy at all to dance in the middle of other people." 

"Well, Pearl told me off cause my hair was… well… not that great." 

"Did she?" Lucien chuckled.  

"Yeah… Had to go back and fix it, and I took advantage of my bein' there to fix the rest too." They shared a laugh before Mundy resumed his speech, still gently rocking them left and right. "But then, I thought that she was right. If you wanted me to wear a suit, then you needed me to look good, or as good as I can get. So I tried…" 

"Mmh… You look absolutely divine…" Lucien purred.

"And for the dancin', I uh… I don't know… I just want to hold you and… move with the music, gently." 

"Mmh…" Lucien leaned his head against Mundy's chest, on his vest, and the Aussie blushed to his ears. 

"Y-you alright?" 

"Oui… This is a dream come true for me." Lucien answered, with his eyes closed. 

"What? I-I'm sorry, I've lost you there…"

"Being held in strong arms, by a tall and virile man…" Lucien bit his lip and looked up. He opened his eyes slowly, his eyelashes rose to reveal his crystal clear irises. 

"Woah…" Mundy whispered and his pupils blew wide. "I… Hm…" He put a hand behind Lucien's head and pulled him to lay it back under his jaw. Lucien obeyed and splayed his gloved hands flat on Mundy's chest, left and right. The Aussie's other hand was at the bottom of his back, pulling him closer still. "You smell amazin', you look amazin', pfff… I'm the luckiest bloke on Earth." He kissed Lucien on his head, through his hair, and he heard him pur in delight.

"I feel like a God…"

"A Goddess I guess, eh?" 

Lucien chuckled.

"I guess so, oui. Oh…?" 

Mundy's hand shifted from the bottom of Lucien's back, sliding up along his spine. The Frenchman's knees weakened as the rough hand set shivers everywhere in his body. He bit his lip to smother his whimper as he clawed his gloved fingers on Mundy's smooth vest, and rolled his eyes. Mundy's hands travelled up and up until they were each on Lucien's smooth cheeks.

"You look gorgeous without your beard too." 

Lucien heard the hoarse whisper, the husky voice, but not the words. Whatever Mundy said, it flew above his head, his brains were jelly, his eyes lazy and his eyebrows arched high up. Mundy held his head like a priceless crystal sculpture. As the soft and slow bossa nova wrapped them, he bent down and delicately dropped his lips on Lucien's, which ended the Frenchman. Such courage, such madness from his lover was yet another proof of how strongly and deeply he craved the kiss. 

Mundy, who was usually shy, prude with his feelings, awkward even, was holding Lucien's face between his palms, his thumbs brushing his clean-shaven, smooth face. He pushed a silver lock of hair away from his eyes and went for it. Lucien didn't see it coming. His lips were just met with the Aussie's, as simply as just that, and the Frenchman lost his mind…!

He clung to Mundy, pulling his vest down because his legs had given up. The Aussie quickly caught the hint and laced an arm back at the bottom of Lucien's back, to support him. When he broke the kiss, Lucien's eyes refused to open again for a few seconds. Eventually, the mascara-lined eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly's wings.

"You alright?" It was barely a whisper of Mundy's voice and Lucien's eyes lowered to Mundy's lips again. The spell was cast, Lucien was as liquid as he could be in Mundy's arms. 

The music stopped for a second in the background during which Mundy got very self-conscious. He quickly looked around them but still, no one was staring at them. The band started playing again and it was as slow as a bossa nova.

Mundy's eyes shifted down to Lucien. He was still staring at him as if he was the only person in the room, and for him, he was. Lucien had eyes only for Mundy. He let himself utterly fall and be ridiculous, he let himself show his love for Mundy without restraints, something he usually only does in the sheets. But now, as Mundy looked down, he saw a version of Lucien that he didn't know no one else had ever seen. He was looking at Lucien deeper in love than he ever was, eyes dreamy, crossing on his lips, lips parted, eyebrows arched.

"Gosh… You look…" And Mundy's instincts kicked in again, seeing Lucien so defenseless, so vulnerable, in a crowd of people. He pulled him close and held him safe in his arms. No one would get close to him, no one would touch or even speak to Lucien. It was Mundy's responsibility to protect him and by God be would! 

Lucien rolled his eyes in bliss as he closed them against Mundy's chest. The Aussie was gently rocking him left and right, in rhythm with the slow music. The Frenchman was possessed. A force stronger than him had turned his body, his will and his mind to absolutely nothing. All he felt was the possessive attraction to that tall man in a beige suit, the one with the impeccable hair, the iconic sideburns, the rough skin and large hands that were holding him from his hip and his head. Lucien curled his upper body in Mundy's arms and felt a peck gently land above his head, on his hair. 

Oui, oui, Mundy, please… Please, hold me. I don't want anyone else but you. I can't even see anyone else but you. I feel so incredibly safe with you, it's… an addiction, this sensation. I crave to be held safe and only you manage to do it so well. Only in your arms do I feel that none of my problems are mine. Only when your hands are laced around me do I feel that whatever rises in front of me, you will help me defeat it. You are my strength as much as you are my weakness. Je t'aime. 

Lucien screwed his eyes shut and frowned against Mundy's chest. 

"Love you too, sweetheart." 

[badboysdoitbetter]

— winner | sc

pairing: takeshi wakatsuki x reader

fandom: kengan ashura

genre: angst, fluff; friends to lovers!AU, mutual pining!AU, fighter!reader, dense!reader

tags/warnings: a little violence, some L bombs, a disgustingly cute ending (this ones kinda cringey ngl), not much else :)

word count: 1.5k

synopsis: takeshi is in love with you; the only other fighter who’s been in the kengan tournament for as long as he has. it’s a shame you’re too oblivious to realize it...

        "This next fighter needs no introduction, but I'll give it anyway!" said Sayaka Katahara, a girl you'd gotten to know over your many years in the Kengan matches. "With a record of 308 wins and 5 losses, she's been the longest-standing female fighter in the Kengan Tournament!

"Her signature move is knocking out her competition before they even see her coming! Although, with that body, it could be seducing her competition into submission."

You blushed and began fixing your skin-tight outfit, pulling down your spandex and adjusting your bra. "If you haven't heard of her, which I highly doubt, here's (Y/N) (L/N), better known as the 'Angel of Death!'"

Running into the view of spectators, where cheers immediately erupted, you held out your arms out beside you, so they were parallel to the floor like you had wings.

It was like the crowd got impossibly louder, and you even saw people standing up in their seats and pumping their fists in the air. Smirking, you knew your signature move would get them riled up.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N!)" You stopped in the middle of the field, greeting your opponent.

This is going to be an easy match.

It was. Within the first three minutes your 6'3", 390-pound brick-of-a-man adversary was on the ground, unresponsive.

"The Angel of Death strikes again!" You stepped away from his limp body, limping to where the other fighters you'd met waited to greet you.

"That was awesome!" Cosmo Imai, a 19-year-old boy you considered your child, wrapped his muscular arms around you. You winced when he pushed you back a little, as you'd stepped back with your injured foot. "You were like whoosh, and then you were like BAM, and he went ah! and then it was over! Can you teach me how to do that?"

"Stop bothering her, idiot! (Y/N), I gotta admit, you look pretty good in that getup!" Takeshi Wakatsuki smirked at you, and you blushed hard.

Why does he tease me every chance he gets! Doesn't he know how I feel about him already? It's like he wants me to know I can't have him.

"Thanks! I work really hard, so I'm glad it's paying off!" Giving him a bright smile, you shook off your thoughts as you began limping away. You may have beaten the human-brick, but it didn't mean he was weak. "Sorry, but I have an interview to get to!"

"So, (Y/N), how does it feel to be one of the longest-standing competitors in this tournament?" Your interviewer, you'd forgotten her name as soon as she'd said it, asked inquisitively.

"Well—"

"Alright," She cut you off, ignoring the fact that she'd just asked you a question. "I think we all want to know what's going on with you and the other longest fighter." You raised a brow.

"Who?"

"You know! Your old pal Takeshi."

"Huh? Oh, Takeshi and I are just friends, Miss!" No one looked like they believed you. "I swear!" Holding your hands up in front of you, the interviewer took one look at your closed-eye smile and replied.

"Oh really? We've got some clips of you two that tell us otherwise. Roll the tape!"

As the tape began to play, you and Takeshi appeared on the screen.

When were they able to capture this?

The two of you were training before one of your biggest matches that had a high reward for your company, and you were about to shit yourself out of pure nervousness. Takeshi was across from you, calm and collected, sparring with you so could practice your hits.

You went to attack, and he could have knocked you out right then and there, but... He didn't. Instead, he took one of your "Angel Kicks" right to the face, giving you a sore foot and him a minor concussion, but it did wonders in calming you down. You hadn't known it then, but you won your match because you believed that if you could beat the "Wild Tiger," you could beat anyone.

The next clip started to play. This time, it was after another big match, and it was your 5th loss in total. Disheartened, you sobbed as you ran from the crowds, all of whom were cheering for the real winner, one of Metsudo's "Fangs."

Takeshi took you into his arms as soon as you were past the crowd. He didn't break away as you tried to shove him to get by or let you leave as your body wracked with sobs. He held you in his arms and told you to keep going, to keep fighting, and you did. That's what got you to where you were today.

He does that to all of his friends, I bet. I'm not special to him, although I wish I was...

"(Y/N)? Hello... (Y/N)?" A hand waving in front of your face pulled you out of your trance. "Don't even try to deny it anymore. There's obviously something happening there, and I want to know the deets!"

Overwhelmed, you stood up and limped out of the interview as fast as you could, trying to wobble as far as you could to get away from there.

Why can't he love me like that, the way I love him?

"(Y/N)? Oof—" Falling onto someone while you weren't looking, you were met with steely blue eyes staring back at you.

"Takeshi, what are you doing here?" He saw your black and blue leg, and he noticed that you were stuttering through your sentence, but what killed Takeshi the most was the tears staining your otherwise-perfect cheeks.

"Are you okay?" Your eyes widened.

"Um, yeah, why?"

"You don't look it..."

"Well, I'm fine. If that's all you came to ask me, I need to get to my room." You went to move around him, but he stopped you.

"Oh, how'd your interview go?"

You sobbed even harder.

He doesn't even know that I'm crying about him.

"It went fine. Excuse me." This time, he moved out of the way and let you pass him, watching as you quickly turned the corner of the hallway to get your hotel room.

The only thought Takeshi Wakatsuki had as he walked towards your room was that you were an idiot.

He watched the interview, and he'd seen the way you reacted to his caring attitude towards you. He saw the longing in your eyes when you denied being anything more than "friends."

Takeshi wasn't cocky, or overly-confident, but he was observant. He knew you liked him back and didn't understand how you didn't realize he felt the same way...He thought it was pretty obvious.

Hearing a knock, you opened the door to see the man you were crying over.

"What are you doing—" Not waiting for you to finish, he pulled you towards him and locked his lips on yours. Not waiting very long, he could feel you return the kiss with just as much passion.

As he pulled away, he told you what he came here to say.

"You're an idiot."

"What?" You looked at him dumbfounded.

"I take every possible moment we're together to can to show you how much I love you, and you can't even figure it out when another person points it out to you? (Y/N), I let you give me a concussion because I wanted to be happy, for christ's sake."

Your mouth was agape, and you couldn't bring yourself to reply. "Now, I don't even know if you like me, but it sure as hell seems as if you do, so this time, I'm going to make it as clear as possible.

"I LO—"

You put a hand over his mouth, stopping him from finishing his declaration. As you pulled away, he went, "Why'd you do that?"

You smirked, regathering your thoughts as you let out those three little words.

"I love you."

Time seemed to stop between the two of you, and you almost cackled when Takeshi realized what you did.

"Seriously? You had to say it first, didn't you? Even though you wouldn't have confessed if I hadn't figured it out before you did—"

"Takeshi," You started, "Did you seriously think I'd lose to you again?"

"You know what, (Y/N), the scores 2:1, and I'm winning."

"What do you mean?" He laughed as your face went red, "You won during our fight, and I won now! Since when was it two to one?"

"That may be true, but I won something even better." You scoffed.

"Oh yeah, and what's that?"

"You."

[justanotherfanfic]

Mind Over Matter

summary: reader is hydra’s well respected leader, when an attack in their base causes reader to be taken into custody, bruce sees something different and wants to help

warnings: none

pairings: bruce banner x hydra/platonic!reader, avengers x hydra/platonic!reader

word count: 3.3k+

a/n: v/n = villain name! also, i had this idea for a long time now and i suddenly decided to bring it up again! so it may be bad at the beginning??

FOOTSTEPS ECHOED DOWN the musky halls of the Hydra base. The men who caused the noise opened the door to a secured spot and entered quietly, noticing the leader staring at them with a hard glare. The two men cowardly shifted to the back of the room as the person began to speak again.

"So the Avengers Facility has at least ten different entrances — not including the secret tunnels or passages." You spoke to your team as they all huddled around the blueprints you had taken from the hacks Romanoff released to the world. You are a high leveled Hydra agent and decided to have a meeting about an attack you and your team are planning to make.

"Our job is to take at least one Avenger-" You began to instruct your team until an explosion went off in the distance. You sighed and motioned a few agents to see what happened. They both nodded their heads and ran out with their weapons. You motioned for everyone to get their weapons ready. You swayed to the back of the room and had your gun ready.

Your men heard screams from the distance and gun shots, "Whatever walks through that door, shoot it." You instructed.

You then walked out the door behind you, ordering four men to follow. You and the four men ran down the halls into a computer room.

"What's going on?" One of the men questions in fear.

"Shield probably found our base," You simply spoke. It's not surprising how they manage to find every single Hydra base and destroy it but every time your organization tries to take theirs down, it never works. It bugged you knowing how hard you tried to rebuild the one thing that mattered to you the most but nothing really works.

You began typing quickly onto the computer and inputed information into a flash drive. Once done, you gave it to the man who seemed terrified, "Take it to the Northern section of the base and give it to Rumlow."

"But [V/N], that's where the explosion came from-"

"Trust me, he's fine. He's been through worse." You cut him off making the man nod. He began running towards the exit but the moment he stepped into the hallway, you saw a shield knock him out. You sighed heavily and whipped your gun out. The person responsible for the shield then walked in with his shield and smiled, he threw his shield at your last guard - knocking him out.

"[V/N]," He spoke.

You smirked and kept your aim at his head, "Rogers."

He gave a smile then ran over to you as you ran towards him as well. You two had fought a good fight. You managed to knock his shield off of him. You smiled down at him and aimed the gun at him, "Poor Captain America..."

He glared at you for a moment before moving his attention behind you. You turned around to see Tony Stark with his blasters aimed at you, "Poor [V/N]..."

You glared and was about to shoot at him before he shot his blasters at you. The impact immediately knocking you out.

A van door suddenly opened swiftly making you hiss at the bright light from outside. A hand yanked you out of the van as your hands were cuffed tightly. You looked around the room realizing you were in the garage unit at the Avengers facility, the same one that was in the blueprints.

You were led out of the room with most of your men by Shield agents. As you passed by a hallway you noticed The Avengers were talking in a meeting room but they stopped after seeing you and your men.

Bucky saw your Hydra outfit and widened his eyes. He marched up to you and shoved you against the wall making Steve and Natasha run towards him. You hit your head hard on the wall making you slightly wince in pain. He gripped your throat and glared at you, "Why the hell are you here?!"

You choke out with a smirk feeling his grip tighten. "It's been a while huh, soldier?"

"Bucky, get off of her!" Steve screamed while pulling him off of you. Bucky tried grabbing you but was dragged away, two agents grabbed you as you rose your eyebrow at the two with a smirk.

"Get her out of here..." Steve ordered.

Without a word, two agents tightened their grip on you and dragged you along. You never broke eye contact with the two super soldiers until you left the room.

Surprisingly, the agents didn't take you to the interrogation room, but they did take you to the infirmary. Once making it into the infirmary, the agents sat you down on the bed and hand cuffed your hand to the railing. You glared at the men making them stumble back in fear, leaving the room quickly.

You were alone for what felt like an hour, observing the room and thinking of ways to get out of the damn building. You stared at your hand cuffs and thought of ways the equipment in the room would break them free.

"There's no way out of here," A voice spoke making you lift your head. "Well- I mean, there is a door but you won't be able to escape. The Avengers are in this building and your people pissed them off."

You rolled your eyes, "Bruce Banner."

He smiled and sat down on a stool looking at your face. It was silent for a moment as you breathed out a laugh. You looked at him with a quirked eyebrow.

"Are you checking me out?" You questioned in amusement.

"As much as you'd like that, I'm actually checking the gash Stark left on your forehead during your little battle back at your base and the concussion you might've gotten from Barnes." Bruce casually spoke. "He's got one hell of an arm, huh?"

You laughed lightly, "That he does."

Bruce began to write notes down on a file, most likely your wounds and what not. You sighed and looked around, "Nice place you got here. Looks better in the blueprints."

"Thanks, it took Stark almost a year to make." Banner smiled acknowledging the fact you had blue prints about the facility, he then continued to write down a few things. It was silent and you sighed heavily, leaning against the wall behind you as you kicked your legs up.

"It's nice to get away from work," You breathed out as you closed your eyes. You enjoyed the silence as Bruce continued to work on your file in the room. You then started to think about plans for Hydra and your future leadership. How the other bases might be trying to regroup and get you. You then thought about ways to contact them about-

"Why do you do this?" Bruce suddenly asked making you raise your eyebrow as you kept your eyes closed.

"Do what?" You questioned, one eye opening and staring at the direction the voice came from.

He walked up to you with medical cloth and began wrapping your head making you pull your head back. He glared at you making you roll your eyes and give in. He wrapped your wound as you waited for his answer.

"Killing innocent people," Bruce stated while going back to the files. "Why do you do it?"

You scoff, "They aren't innocent, my dear." You sat up and looked at Bruce, he looked at you, about to say something else but you interrupted. "Hail Hydra," You whisper with a wink as he shifted uncomfortably. You breathed out a laugh.

"Oh c'mon big guy I know what you can really do," You remarked. You didn't notice Tony over hearing the conversation from the double sided mirror. "Do you really think it's a good idea having you here alone with me?"

Bruce laughs lightly while looking over your files. You were about to cross your arms until you forgot you had your hands strapped on the bed.

"I think I can manage," He spoke before walking out, leaving you alone.

"She's right you know," Tony spoke quietly after the door closed as he looked at the window of you sitting on the bed.

"What, about the other guy?" Bruce asked with his eyebrows raised. "I think I can handle smart remarks, you're here aren't you?"

Tony rolled his eyes, "She's different. She's Hydra."

"I can handle this Tony," Bruce sighed and walked away leaving a concerned Tony.

Back in the room, you looked around the environment to find different equipment. It took you a while but you managed to snatch a pen from a drawer and uncuff yourself. You massaged your wrist and got up. You looked to the East side of the room to see an air vent. You smiled to yourself and climbed on one of the cabinets to escape. You cracked open the vent and reached in to escape until a voice made you stop.

"[Y/N] [L/N]," You turned around quickly facing Bruce with a glare. "Nice name."

"Don't ever call me that!" You hissed only for him to respond with a smile. "I will kill you if you say that ever again."

Bruce smirked, "I'd love to see you try, [Y/N]."

You jumped down from the cabinet and ran up to him, he widened his eyes slightly as you gripped his collar and pulled him towards you, "You know what tough guy?! I got a few things up my sleeve for your other friend."

You didn't notice Bucky walking by your room. He quickly analyzed the situation through the window and decided to interrupt. You pulled out the pen you managed to grab and had it sticking harshly to his throat, "I was going to end you quickly but you pissed me off."

You continued shoving it harder into his throat as you noticed his veins were changing into a green shade. You smiled until a hand stopped you. You turned your head to the side to see an angry Bucky.

"You again," You glared. You shoved Bruce to the ground and went after Bucky until you saw his fist flying in the air, the last thing you remembered was Bucky's silver arm then darkness.

You winced in pain when you woke up. The mind splitting headache was at fault for it. You opened your eyes and adjusted to the area around you. You sighed feeling your hands being cuffed to the bed again and an ice pack on your cheekbone. You laid back down and stared up hearing someone walk in. You are given painkillers and water to wash it down. As much as you hated to admit it, you were grateful for the gesture.

"So what really happened to you?" Bruce asked as you laid back down and stared at the ceiling. "Your parents were high tier SHIELD agents but here you are, considered a leader for Hydra."

"People change," You muttered.

"No," Bruce snapped. "Something happened. What happened?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," You sighed.

You heard him scoff, "I'm trying to help you here and you're not letting me."

You remained silent. You started thinking about all the pain and suffering you experienced. It was all their fault. SHIELD couldn't protect them, they failed your parents. It was Hydra who helped you open your eyes. They helped you realize how evil SHIELD really is.

"[Y/N] I know there's more to you than what everyone at this base thinks. You've been hurt. You're only a broken girl with a broken past. Please let me help you," Bruce pleaded.

You stared at the ceiling while furrowing your eyebrows, "When you have someone like Alexander Pierce in your life, it can change you." Memories then began flooding your mind.

"Again..." The masculine voice called as you struggled to breathe. You were just throw across the room and could barely stand up.

"We've been doing this for hours, can I please go rest?" You begged as sweat beaded down your face. You shakily stood up, your knees feeling weak.

"You can rest when you're dead! Now get up and fight him again!" The figure screamed from the shadows. You sighed as you then saw him walk out into the light, revealing Alexander Pierce.

You whimpered seeing the man walk up to you with a sickening smile. You shook your head and backed away, "Noooo!"

You were then punished for your behavior. Your screams echoed around the area as you were forced to fight people who were too violent to you. If you argued, you'd be punished again.

You were silent after you remembered the horrible memories. Hydra always told you they did it with love. They wanted to see you grow into the leader they knew you were. You stared at the ceiling with a painful expression as you remained laying on the bed. "Ever since Pierce died," You began. "Everyone looked at me as a leader. I was not ready at all, I was only 17 at the time."

"Pierce died 2 years ago." Bruce spoke. He noticed your guards falling and took this as an opportunity to change you. "[Y/N] don't allow your anger to blind you from the truth. Yes, what happened to your parents is heartbreaking. Them dying at your age is painful, but you cannot blame yourself or SHIELD. It was Hydra who killed them, not you or SHIELD."

You stayed silent as you contemplated what he just said. You don't know why you let your guard down. Alexander would've had an aneurism seeing you allow your walls to be broken down. Allowing them into your mind. You shook Alexander off of your mind as you went back to what Bruce just said.

"[Y/N]," Bruce whispered. You hummed as you turned to face him. His heart sank seeing the young girl vulnerable. "Your value does not decrease based on someone's inability to see your worth. You are more than a assassin. You are more than Hydra." Bruce spoke confidently, if Natasha was able to break free from her dark past, he knew you'd be able to as well.

You felt your heart flutter at his statement. No one truly cared for you. You haven't been able to discuss your feelings until Banner came along. You felt a small smile creep into your mouth.

No other words were spoken. Bruce smiled to himself after you shifted your body to face the wall. Bruce then got up and allowed you to rest alone. He trusted you wouldn't try to leave again.

You were laying down and staring at the ceiling for a while longer when you heard the door burst open. You quickly sat up and looked at the four guards that walked in along with a determined Steve and Tony.

"What's going on?" Bruce questioned as he quickly ran into the room. He stood between you and them. You shifted in the bed as you awkwardly realized how terrible you were to them.

"It's been a few days, Bruce." Steve stated as he gave you a disappointed stare. You frowned as you looked down at your outfit. You suddenly felt disgusted in the Hydra suit. You couldn't believe you allowed Hydra to brainwash you into their terrorist organization.

"Since you treated [V/N] we're able to question her and her men," Tony finished off. He started reaching over to you making you pull back.

"Woah woahwoah!" Bruce called out. "Look, she wants to change. Hydra brainwashed her. They tortured her. She's only scared."

Tony and Steve looked over at you seeing you give them a small smile. Your confident self was now vulnerable. They realized Bruce was serious, but didn't trust you.

They shook their heads, "We can't trust her."

Bruce sighed, "What about Nat?"

Tony and Steve sighed. They looked at each other then waved off the SHIELD agents. Tony and Steve shifted in their spots. They thought about Nat's past and how she was able to redeem herself and become part of their family.

"I don't want to be a part of this anymore," You whispered. Bruce, Tony, and Steve looked over at you. "All the sarcasm, fighting, anger... It was Hydra who did this to me. I wasn't strong enough to fight off the brainwashing." You closed your eyes and sighed. You then opened your eyes and looked at the trio, "When my parents died I was broken and angry. I needed someone to blame. Someone to let all my anger out on. SHIELD wasn't to blame but I let myself blame them."

You felt your tears forming as you wiped it with your hand that wasn't cuffed to the bed frame, "If you guys are fine with it, I'd like to change. With your help..."

Bruce looked over at you with a bright smile. Tony and Steve sighed as Steve sat next to you on the bed, "I trust her."

Tony widened his eyes, "What?!"

"When I see her, I think of Bucky." Steve defended. "She's scared. We need to be there for her just like we were for Nat and Bucky."

Tony felt his his mind battling different scenarios in his head. Most of them screaming that this was a mistake, but it all crashed down when you looked up at him with sorrow in your eyes. His eyes softened when he saw himself in you. You truly wanted to change. The bruises and cuts covering your body only made it harder. Tony then sighed and nodded his head.

You gave them all a thankful smile as they began to bring you over to the rest of the team. You felt tiny next to the three men. It made you suddenly feel insecure even though you literally fought all three with confidence a few days ago.

When you all got closer, Bucky was the first to notice your presence. His eyes suddenly widened as he was quick to his feet. He was about to get near you when Steve and Tony stood in front of you, "Don't worry tough guy. She's with us." Tony tried to calm Bucky down.

Bucky scoffed, "Like hell! She was there when they brainwashed me. She's with them."

"She was brainwashed too Buck," Steve soothed. "Maybe not to your extent but she was tortured."

Bucky stared in disbelief. He then stormed off in anger making Steve follow him in hopes to help him understand the situation.

Natasha was next to see you with a scowl in her face. You shifted uncomfortably as she analyzed you. A moment past before she nodded her head at Tony and Bruce. You sighed in relief when you acknowledged her approval.

The rest of the team was sat on the couch watching a movie when Bruce took you over with them. You felt extremely awkward since you were literally trying to kill them only a few days ago. You were surprised when they all smiled at you, you genuinely believed they were going to give you the cold shoulder, but they didn't.

You sat on the side of the couch alone as the team continued to watch the movie. Bruce sat next to you with a smile on his face, "Welcome to the family [Y/N]."

You smiled widened at him when you felt his hand hold yours. You were grateful for Bruce and his patience with you. If he wasn't so compassionate and determined, you wouldn't be here. You never would have thought that joining the team would be a thing in your life. Yes, there was still some trust issues but you didn't mind. One step at a time and soon you'll truly be a family. You knew that this will definitely change your life for the better.

[mybiasisexo]

Chanyeol-drabble-anon here 🙈🙈 I actually don't want to bother you but you said it is okay to request more and you're writing is so cute 🙈 so if it is okay for you I'd ask for 28 with Lay since he is my total bias wrecker and looked sooo damn fine in the Tempo video and Lay in leather jacket is sooo ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ my heart explodes ❤️❤️❤️ Thanks for being awesome and making me happy!!

DRABBLE GAME 👁

MASTERLIST

(Hello! Love all your requests and hope this one holds up to your expectations! Also, dont ever apologize for interacting with me~)

“I’m so tired of this shit,” you muttered as you haphazardly parked your car on the curb in front of the club you were told he would be in. Frustration caused you to slam the door harder than planned, but you disregarded it as you stomped in. The security guard merely nodded in acknowledgement, so used to your presence by now he knew the drill.

You could hear him before your eyes could adjust to the dim lighting of the nightclub. Near the bar, your client, Zhang Yixing, was in the middle of starting a fight. He didn’t disappoint. As soon as you found him, he swung at the bulky guy that had been standing too close to his face.

You grudgingly jumped into action, rushing in and taking his opponent by the arm, twisting it painfully behind his back. The guy yelped in pain and you used the distraction to kick him away, into two other men who were about to jump in to his defense, the group tumbled to the ground.

They hadn’t given up yet, and as they got to their feet, you leapt over the bar table, grabbing a random empty bottle that held weight before coming back, standing in front of Yixing protectively, holding your makeshift weapon like a baseball bat.

“Move, Bitch,” one of the men snarled at you, eyes seeing red as they stayed pinned to the man behind you.

“Well, that’s a derogatory name for a female werewolf, don’t you think?” You lifted an eyebrow quizzically at the men. Letting them know what you were was risky, but maybe they would back down once they realized you were more powerful than the group of lesser Fae.

But just in case it didn’t, you flipped the bottle over and over in your hand threateningly.

Behind you, Yixing merely watched.

Your impromptu plan worked. The men slowly retreated, sending death stares at the human you shielded. Once they left, you spun around, facing the man you were sworn to protect, fighting the urge to smack him for being an idiot.

He could read all of that on your face. Wordlessly, he led you to a bathroom, taking off his leather jacket and tattered white shirt he was wearing, leaving himself in only his black ripped skinny jeans and boots.

You took in the forming bruises on his toned body with a whistle. “Took quite a beating, huh?”

Avoiding his dark eyes, you turned on the faucet, grabbing a couple paper towels and drenching them. He came behind you, hands latched onto your hips as he dug his nose deep into your hair. “You know you want it, Sweetheart.”

“And what if I do?” You asked, finally locking eyes with him in the mirror. His were filled with obvious lust as he tilted your head to the side, sweeping hair out of his way so that he could leave a tender kiss onto your warm skin.

“Then I’ll leave willingly.” He said. “And we can continue this at my place.”

“Oh, no. You’re going home, Yixing.”

“It’s Lay.” He pulled away, frowning as you turned off the water before checking his response. His hands were curled into fists as he hissed, “How many times do I have to tell you that?”

“About as many times as I have to come here to rescue you after starting some fight with a monster you know damn well could kill you.”

“You wouldn’t have to if you just changed me….” He murmured, eyes pleading.

This was an argument you both kept finding yourselves having lately. You were a werewolf, a part of a powerful pact that your father was alpha of. Yixing’s father was an influential political figure, but he was human. The two of you came from different worlds, yet bounded over the stark similarities. You’ve known Yixing most of your life, as soon as your fathers became good friends.

Growing up, Yixing was the perfect child, the perfect student, the perfect best friend. But, that all changed after you graduated high school. He started hanging out at the grungier parts of the city, wearing dark leather and driving motorcycles. His personality changed with it. He was colder. Refused to let anyone in and was constantly starting fights with anyone who would take the bait—his father in particular.

You were the only person Yixing confided in, which was why his father secretly hired you to be his guardian. Whenever he was in trouble, you were to report to the scene and get him out as unscathed as possible.

You would have done it regardless of the pay. You loved Yixing. It hurt you to see him lose himself like this. And to think it was all because he felt he was born to the wrong family.

He wanted to be a part of yours. He wanted to be a part of a pack.

For the last year, he had been begging you to turn him, to make him one of you. It was tough, because you knew without a single doubt that he was your mate. You also thought he had a hunch of your true connection. If he were a werewolf, everything would be so much easier. But you couldn’t do that to his father, who was like a father to you also.

“Yixing….”

He huffed, knowing what that meant. Instead he took the wet towels still tightly in your grip, whipping the blood off his torso. “You don’t have to come to my rescue. I can defend myself.”

“I know,” you admitted. “But, it’s good to have some backup. I heal faster than you.”

He threw you a look before slipping his jacket back on his shoulders, discarding his shredded shirt in the trash. “You can take me back to my prison now.”

He took his leave, but you quickly grab his arm, stopping him before he could touch the door. He stilled, not daring to even breathe as you pressed yourself against his back as he did to you earlier.

“One day,” you promised lowly, savoring the hitch of his breath. “When you finally get your head out of your ass, I’ll do it. I’ll change you.”

He’s facing you with a werewolf-like quickness, face lit with excitement. “You will?”

Your hands scaled up his exposed chest, higher still to wrap around his neck and bring his face lower, closer to yours. He met you in the middle, kissing you deeply.

Once you separated, you lied to both him and yourself with a smile. “I will.”

[iammultifandomaf]

Chapter 21 - Betrayal

BROTHERHOOD

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12211562/21/

The evening Lydia went to bed was quite peaceful. At least for her state of mind. Opening up to Allison made her feel much better. Not only did she finally get everything off her chest but she found understanding as well which made her more secure about the whole issue.

Now, she was ready to wake up and face anything life would put in front of her.

Unfortunately, life decided to take the harder path yet again. She couldn't believe her eyes when she finally woke up from her pleasant sleep. It was dark and cold, she could even feel humidity surrounding her. As soon as her sight had adjusted to the gloomy place, she was able to recognize actual metallic bars on her right, the rest were just three damp walls.

Her panic rose even more as she realized having her hands cuffed together behind her back.

Her breathing ironically quickened as she tried to calm herself down, quite unsuccessfuly.

Lydia's heart almost gave out when a distant, hoarse voice spoke: "You... smell like him."

It was a man, speaking very slowly, sounding as if his throat hasn't seen any water in ages. Lydia summoned all of her courage to say a simple: "What?" in a high-pitched voice.

"Hm, you... know Michendros?"

"What?" Now Lydia answered right away. But then it hit her. Michendros, she heard that before. Well, of course. Stiles said it... Michendros is John. So... This person has to mean John.

"Huh... You're useless," the man replied and returned to his silence.

"Wait, you mean Stiles' brother?"

"Stiles?" he said with a hint of amusement, "I didn't even know you can have such a stupid name nowadays," he said quietly, the conversation apparently exhausting him.

"How do you know them?" Lydia asked with curiosity, slightly forgetting the situation she was stuck in, letting it make her lean closer towards the voice she heard.

"Long story. Probably wasn't that important, though. If it were, I would not be stuck here I suppose."

"Well, maybe, they don't know you are here–," Lydia caught herself defending them which caught her by surprise.

"Impossible, Stolos knows."

“Because of what he is?" Lydia asked carefully.

"Hm."

"That explains it. He isn't anymore!" she exclaimed a bit louder, immediately making her feel a bit more aware of where she is.

"What?" he simply said with a heavy British accent.

"Well, I don't know much, to be frank. But he's normal, you know, I think..."

"You're saying that Stolos is only human?"

"I wouldn't put it that way... He's not only human...-"

"That is not the point here..."

"Oh, yeah. Sure," Lydia said and looked through the bars, squinting her eyes at the dark figure opposite to her cell.

"Where are we actually?" Lydia asked.

"A cell, I'd presume."

"That's all you know?"

"I know that we are in this rotten place because the so-called sorcerers aren't able to cast big spells anymore, so we were placed in a prison which was enchanted by the old ones."

"Oh, that's why it looks so worn down..."

"You could say so."

"And... what do they want with us?"

"These good-for-nothings probably think of us as bait. But bloody hell, like if that worked with me and now they try you? They seem quite desperate."

"Well, I am close to Stiles," Lydia defended her position.

"Are you? How long do you know him? Because I met him in the early 19th century."

Lydia was taken a bit aback with this statement, reminding her that she had actually no idea with whom she had lived all this time. But she voiced another thought of hers.

"So... and you would be what now? I guess I can cross human out."

"Hm, I'll tell you if you agree to help me with getting out of here."

"What? You know how to get out? Well, I'll help if I am coming, too!"

"I can't promise much but I will do my best."

"What would I need to do?"

"Um, I know some blood magic... Michendros used to have all sorts of books about it, so I picked up something along the way. But I need another two people at least..."

"Two?"

"Yes."

"That's one more than we have, no?"

"I am aware... It will need you to make the person who will bring you food bleed. Like with a bite or something."

"Why don't you do it?"

"They don't visit my cell."

"But... how do you–"

"I don't... that's why it is so complicated to get out of here by myself."

"So why would they put me here when I can help you?"

"Bloody hell you are only questions, aren't you?"

"I want to know, otherwise I won't help you."

"They think I am almost dead... I didn't show any sign of anything basically... for a few years now. So, I think they don't await me having a chat with anybody."

"Why didn't they just dispose of your body... if they think you're dead."

"They fear me. And as I said before, the coven has grown weak. This cell is safer for them."

"I don't know if I can bite enough to make somebody bleed, though."

"Of course, you can. You just need motivation."

"Hm, I'll try then... And if I manage it... then what?"

"Cut yourself, too."

"This sounds unpleasant."

"Spending here another six years is unpleasant as well."

...

It felt like some pressure on his wrists made him hang loosely somewhere. He tried to move but the only result was something tightening around his waist as well.

His eyes felt very heavy which made him feel a little nervous.

I was drugged probably. No. No– that's not it. Lydia... the note. The– this is magic.

Finally, Stiles opened his eyes, revealing the surroundings to himself. He seemed to be in a stone-walled room, more of a dungeon. And he wasn't alone. Quickly, he looked down onto himself, realizing that his body is tangeled in some sort of a branch which made him hang from the ceiling.

There wasn't a way to get out. Not at least on his own. Stiles was very well aware of the fact that he wouldn't be able to fight off a dozen of sorcerers and magicians.

A woman, clothed quite plainly, approached Stiles' hanging body with a victorous smirk. Her blonde hair was put into a tight bun which somehow made her seem strict.

"So, here you are, the mighty Demon of the dark age or God of calamity. That's how you are called, right?... or maybe were called," she said with a chuckle, "now... you are just sad."

Stiles didn't bother to answer. He knew how these things went down from experience. But for the first time, he wasn't the one with the upper hand.

"Not gonna talk, huh?" the woman said with a low voice, breaking the eye contact with Stiles whose eyes followed her movements all this time.

"You see, we need you to talk. We, of course, can make it easy, extract the information we need from your head directly and then just kill you. But I just want you to pay back my thanks. For everything you've done you know. For the coven and all. And the biggest treat for us will be you giving us the information about how to end your dear brother. Unfortunately, he is still... well, the big bad. However, you... you are here to help us."

Stiles remained calm on the outside, however his thoughts were all over the place. He had no weapons and he couldn't defend himself against magic, therefore it would be very simple for the magicians to withdraw any information from his mind. And yes, he did know how to make Michendros vulnerable and that was something he kept for himself all this time.

"Let's begin," the woman commanded.

...

Someone's coming, Lydia thought and went through the plan the other prisoner told her. She had no idea who he was, what he was... not even his name has he told her. But her instincts told her that he wants to get out as much as her. And that was the thing which brought them together.

Within minutes, a guard came to her cell and laid down a bowl of rice and a cup of water. He arose quite quickly, ready to leave but Lydia stopped him.

"Sir? May I have a quick question?"

"What," he spitted, not turning around.

"Look at me please, I don't want to be rude but... how do I... well... you know I have a bit of an issue. It's my time in the month, you know. So... how do you suggest I... well... with my hands cuffed and without anything on me..."

This obviously made the guard feel a bit uncomfrotable. He scanned the redhead up and down and said: "I'll be right back."

During his absence, Lydia sat down on her knees, trying to seem as innocent as possible. It didn't take long for him to return.

Even just a drop is enough, Lydia repeated the man's words in her mind.

It took the guard around ten minutes to come back. He opened the cell's door and walked in with a plastic bag.

"He-Here you go, lady," he muttered and was about to leave.

"Wait, what? I'm supposed to do it here? And with my hands cuffed?"

The man nervously looked around and withdrew the keys from his pocket. "I'll uncuff you, alright. But don't you try to do something smart."

Sir, I will literally just insert a tampon into my vagina," Lydia said with an annoyed tone, rolling her eyes.

The man leaned closer to her wrists and put the key into the keyhole. Lydia waited for the moment the key turned to make her bold move. And there it was. *click*

The lock was undone and only a loud shriek was heard in the dungeon coming from the guard as Lydia bit into his index finger with all her strength.

"Jesus Christ, woman!" the man cried as he withdrew his hand from her. Lydia quickly bit her arm, causing it to bleed as well and spitted the mixture of bloods on the dirty ground.

She grinned at the guard who gave her a shocked look and started backing out of the cell.

"No wonder that you would date that monster," he said for himself and reached for the door to close it.

Lydia's thoughts were a bit clearer now thus she heard the stranger in the opposite cell to whisper something which apparently went by the guard unnoticed.

Unfortunate for him, though. The minute he exited Lydia's cell and locked it, he felt something sharp and long dive into his neck.

Lydia's smile faded at the sight. She has never seen something so violent and animalistic before. Not even movies and shows got it accurately.

This was savage.

Within seconds the guard fell to the ground, his head separated and rolling away a few inches. She finally had a good look at her prison-mate who, despite being dirty from all the flesh and blood, smiled at her gracefully and offered her a small bow.

"You were quite useful in the end," he said, wiping off blood from his eyelids.

"Wait a second, mister. That sounds like you want to get rid of me..."

"Hm... I thought about that... but then again, Stolos wouldn't be happy about that I suppose," he said while ripping the door out with ease. Lydia rose to her feet, her eyes not leaving the man's eyes.

"So, how do they call you?" Lydia asked, trying to ignore all the blood dripping down his body. She examined him closely now, establishing now at least 5' 10'' for him in height which made her feel a bit more insecure than before.

"Credence," he said flatly and looked around Lydia's cell.

"Now," he said slowly, "I've got some questions for you."

"Uh, ok...," she said, coming closer to the entrance where he let her out of the cell and showed her the way with his bloodied hand.

"Who did you tell about the brothers?" he asked directly.

"What?"

"Don't play dumb. You had to tell somebody that got you into this situation."

"Well... to be honest... I told my friend."

"A friend... of course. How does the friend look like?"

"Why is it important?"

"Just tell me..."

"Uh, similar age like me... brown long hair, brown eyes... a big smile. A bit taller than me-"

"A square-ish jawline I presume?"

"Yeah... How do you–"

"Simple. You told a stupid girl whose origins are in this ridiculous coven about two men who are hated by these people. Good job."

"What? But how do you know Allison?"

"Well, who wouldn't have a look at an old vampire rotting away in a cell. I was supposed to be bait for them. That did not work out. Now, you are bait. Congratulations."

"But... I've known her-"

"Does it really matter now? She is utterly useless for her family. I haven't met a person with so little means for magic. Even you've got more inside. She's a failure for them. My theory is that she wants recognition which she won't get."

Lydia felt terrible now. She was walking down a dark hole with a stranger who, in a few seconds, told her that she risked her and Stiles' life for nothing... but then again... weren't Stiles and John the bad guys in the big picture?

Suddenly, a light chuckle came out of Credence. Lydia glanced over at him and caught him watching her with a playful look.

"You are not sure, are you?"

“What?"

"It's all over your face. You don't know whom to trust..."

"Well, it's all a bit complicated–"

"You've got three options. Either leave after this and have nothing in common with us... Turn against me, Stolos and Michendros and join these idiots or... be on our side and win."

"How are you so sure about winning?"

"Stolos and Mich always do. They can't be beaten."

"You have real faith in them huh? But Stiles is now just like me... and Mich is alone in it."

"Hm, either way, I will have a good snack from the friend of yours. Betrayal I won't stand."

** Ezra Miller as Credence

[hazelnatcoffee]

so since you take prompts I'd like one (1) hand kink and one (1) mouth kink and maybe a dusting of 'takashi's and like... a confession on top? thanks (JK JK this is totally not serious but blease signal boost for everyone's sake IF you want llmao)

You guys are getting scary, okay. It’s like you’re.. how you say... reading my fucking mind?? (Also I know this was probably supposed to be smut but it... it got all soft and tender mkay don’t even look at me. It’s like the bare minimum of hk/mk and probably not even tbh. It’s just tooth rotting fluff) There’s like an ounce of plot but only in basis; set somewhere in future canon... Keith still working with the Red Shirts of Marmora... same old same old.

"Still can't sleep?" Shiro murmurs, hand drifting over Keith's arm in passing, once he knows the older Paladin is there. He doesn't receive much of a reaction, oddly enough.

"Hm," Keith responds softly, arms still braced over the island. "Trying to." His fingers play at the handle of the mug absently. "Just one of those nights."

Shiro nods once, and pushes aside the familiar, dull gnaw in his chest at the words; Keith had been firm in his decision to sleep alone after returning from his most recent Blade mission. Shiro isn't entitled to anything more than a request, and it's already after the fact anyway.

"You only just got back," He reasons, opening the cabinet to fish out a mug of his own. "It might take a bit to adjust."

The suggestion drags a smile out of Keith. "You say that like I was gone a month, instead of a week."

That's what it felt like, Shiro thinks, and then caps it down while he turns and joins Keith next to the stove, reaching around him for the kettle.

His shirt is wrinkled along the back, hanging off sharp shoulder blades, a few sizes too big. Shiro wants to ask if it's his- ask if it's not, if Keith has found a different bed warmer in the Blade-

He sets down the mug a little harder than intended, but Keith doesn't seem to notice.

"Still, it's-" Shiro covers his guilt by fiddling with the mug, the tea bag- he nearly burns himself in the process of pouring the water, but his voice comes out steady enough to finish, "It's good to have you back."

"Yeah," Keith answers, and reaches over to run his hand idly over Shiro's nearest arm; the warmth of his skin doesn't quite translate across the metal, but Shiro still feels like it burns. He wishes he'd stood to Keith's right instead.

"Shiro, do you-" Keith pauses, like he's catching himself, and his eyes dart up before dropping again in what could only be hesitancy. Shiro refuses to entertain the first descriptor to come to mind, because Keith has never been bashful, and it must be too late in the night to be thinking such things.

"Sorry," Keith mutters. "So tired that my brain's not working." His fingers slide and remain over Shiro's arm, though, still absent- still light. The touch is easy, like everything with Keith; like everything Shiro has with Keith. They may be apart longer and longer as the war wages around them, but at least they have this, the casual intimacy.

The kind that doesn't need words. Not really.

Shiro finds a smile pulling at his lips, and he hides it by tugging Keith against his shoulder for an overdue hug, noting with a certain fondness how Keith's raven hair sticks up at the top- like it used to when he was still a cadet, fresh into flight training and ruffled at the collar.

What he would give to tell that Keith how far into space they'd be, in just a couple of years- in what feels now like just a heartbeat, or a blink of an eye.

"Missed me, huh?" Keith's voice is muffled into his collar, a line of heat when he lets out an amused huff. Shiro grins back, even if he can't see, and makes a conscious effort to keep his stomach from jumping under the hand that rests below his ribs- he can deny all he wants, but Keith's touch always has an effect on him. It's one that weighs guilty at the back of his mind.

"Not at all, punk," Shiro recovers, tugging lightly at the braid behind his ear- there are more scattered into his hair, and he wants to map them all. Maybe someday, if he's lucky.

"Jackass," Keith mumbles. Shiro laughs.

They untangle and settle back into conversation, and it's different every time, reacquainting themselves after away missions, but it's still easy- because it's them. They've always had a level of comfort with each other that didn't come as quickly with the others. Shiro will always be grateful, for that; he's not sure he could have endured being in a leader position without something to bridge the gap a bit.

Someone, he amends later, when the tea warms him through almost as well as Keith's low voice, Keith's barely hidden grins, Keith's gentle hands, Keith, Keith, Keith.

This is something he swears not to take for granted, for the rest of his life.

This is something to cling to.

"It's getting late," Shiro says eventually, then amends with a glance to the clock, "Early. You should get back to bed." He crosses the room to throw away their tea bags, then return and pick up the now empty mugs.

"You should come with me."

One of the cups slips through his fingers, and he hits one knee to catch it before there's a mess- god knows neither of them need more reason to stay there, when they could be heading to the dorms for some much needed sleep. "Sorry- sorry."

Shiro's thoughts race and then still, when he finally processes the request enough to glance back up at Keith, and- and he's still leaning one hip, one elbow against the counter, but there's tenseness there. His eyes downcast, face framed by his dark bangs, and Shiro's stomach jumps again to see a redness that’s just shy of a flush.

"Sure," He says, before there's time to wonder. "If you want."

"Only if-" Keith's gaze darts to him again, then away, before his flush deepens- or so Shiro thinks. The lights are too low, and the realization adds a level of atmosphere to it all that he chastises himself for noticing.

"Um," Keith drums both hands' fingers on the metal island, still standing there in front of where Shiro's- oh. He's still kneeling. "Only if- sorry. That was pretty forward." His posture has shifted from tense to flighty, like one move could send him running, as tired as he looks.

It's such a difference from before, and a contradiction to Shiro's internal dialogue about the ease of their relationship, and he worries that he's done something wrong- maybe his response?

"Keith," He tries, touching his hip like it'll ground him there a bit longer, and Keith’s catch of breath is audible.

They both freeze, so simultaneously that it’s nearly laughable.

Shiro tries to tell himself it's just a fluke. He tries- tries to reason that they're both just scatterbrained because of the hour, or the stress, or something, because Keith is looking at him like... he doesn't know what. Different, in a word.

They’re still and staring for a beat too many, and Keith licks his lips and begins, "T..." before faltering; he starts again with less confidence, "Takashi?"

Shiro feels transparent.

Keith could look at him, and reach into his chest to close around a beating heart, and he'd know why. For the moment, he knows he's laid bare and raw for the world to see, with just one word. With just one voice.

"Yes?" He breathes, finally, regaining a bit of sense that doesn't feel like much at all.

Keith hesitates again. "Put your- can you-" He swallows and Shiro finds himself mirroring the action.

"Your hands," He finishes, barely speaking. "Put them on my waist."

It's more of a question than anything, but one would think it'd been an order, with how quickly Shiro complies. Still, his touch is light when he abandons the mugs on the ground, fingers careful in sliding over Keith's small hips. The eye contact is too intense, suddenly, but he's bound. Completely and utterly, not just in this moment. Keith has always been that way- captivating.

Shiro speaks before he can think. "You- when you look and talk to me like that, I-" Keith's eyes widen and he cuts himself off.

"What?" Keith whispers. His lips are parted so slightly.

Shiro gives himself permission to finish the statement, but there's suddenly a struggle to laugh it off quietly and admit, "I don't... I don't know. It's like I'm a different man."

Keith's hands curl into loose fists, where they've been frozen flat on the counter. Shiro takes in the red that travels down his neck, gaze fixated for a split second before he realizes he's doing it; Keith's face is just as colored though, when Shiro snaps his eyes back up.

His lips quirk, like he's suppressing a smile.

"Now you know how I feel," Keith answers, voice oddly pitched. "When you touch me like that."

If Shiro's body seems invisible, he wonders how much more Keith's is; because his expression changes when the words leave his mouth. Because Shiro's never been on the receiving end of such a look before.

"Say it again," He manages, slightly loathe to accept that he's a breath away from begging, but adding on anyway, "Please."

Keith stares at him and stares at him, and his mouth opens when Shiro's thumb circles his hip slowly enough to be unnoticeable- but Keith notices. He shudders under Shiro's hands.

"Takashi," He breathes, and the undefined endearment sits strangely on his lips, but it's the best thing Shiro's ever heard. His name, in Keith's mouth; something about it is much more intimate than the way he's standing in front of Shiro, one hand dropping to cover the one on his waist.

"Shiro, can- Tak-" Keith's flush deepens. "Take... take me to bed,"

Another time, Shiro would laugh at the embarrassed face he makes after that, because it's obvious that he didn't mean to phrase it that way -because it's just so Keith- but his mind is occupied by the request, and the way that Keith's other hand settles onto Shiro's head. He brushes back a few white strands, and the touch is so gentle that Shiro almost forgets how to breathe.

He gets out a simple, okay, though, and stands carefully, hands lingering on Keith's waist and god, he thinks he might be able to fit them all the way around if Keith wanted him to, and the realization is dizzying. His hands have done nothing but hurt, for so long- but he's not afraid of them when he's with Keith.

A ridiculous line of thought, he berates, still half-confused and half-disbelieving.

And Keith is still looking at him like that.

"Can you- one more time?" Shiro asks, indulging himself in running a hand through Keith's hair, since there are still fingers settled at his own nape. Keith  smiles- more in a twist of his mouth than anything- like he can't believe the request either, and he suddenly can't seem to meet his eyes.

"If you do that again," He answers, and Shiro never wants to stop staring at his little half-grin, the way it's just a bit crooked to the right, creating only the shadow of a dimple. And the longer he stares, the more he thinks he knows how to keep it there -or at least, hopes he knows, that he's been reading this all right-

He leans and kisses Keith.

He kisses Keith and Keith goes still, goes quiet for a few heartbeats, and then his mouth opens under Shiro's and it’s everything he never knew he needed.

There's a moment of realization, where hands roam and each discover what chamomile tastes like on someone else's lips, and Keith murmurs an irregular pattern of Shiro- Takashi, god Takashi, just touch me again, and he loses himself to it like sinking through shifting quicksand.

It's such a painless way to drown, though, and he can't find it in himself to care.

I have no idea where 2k of this came from, and now I’m thinking it’s gonna go on ao3 anyway, but. God. This fluff defines gratuitous. Reblog if you like copious amounts of sap, we’re kin now sorry I don’t make the rules