#anyway yeah this set is a bit all over the place.....sorry queen

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Can you write something like Evil Queens WandaNat x maid reader? Like reader is a new make and she’s kinda shy and quiet because she doesn’t wanna draw attention to herself, but she ends up doing that anyway when she manages to get out a really bad bloodstain out of the carpet (cause yk Wanda and Natasha did sum evil muahahaha- I’m sorry) Anyways, the maids usually have a hard time getting out blood stains which usually leads to them getting fired or uh- yk. But R caught their attention cause she could and was suddenly appointed as their personal maid and uh yeah you go wherever you want from there

Stains of the Heart

EvilQueens!WandaNat x Maid!Fem!Reader

Summary: Though you try to keep yourself hidden amongst the rest of the maids the Queens you work for take notice of you after being able to clean up properly after a mess they've made.

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, mentions of dark themes, mentions of blood, sexual themes

A/N: I feel like I could have made them more evil, but this is what came out as I wrote. These two took over~

The grand hall of the castle was eerily silent as the new maid, you, scurried about, nervously clutching your cleaning supplies. The atmosphere was thick with tension, an almost tangible sense of dread that had settled in ever since you had started working here. You were well aware of the fate of those who failed to meet the exacting standards of the castle's rulers, the formidable queens Wanda and Natasha.

You had heard the whispers among the other servants, the hushed tones speaking of what happened to those who displeased the queens. The stories were enough to make you keep your head down, blending into the background, hoping to avoid their notice.

Today was particularly nerve-wracking. A terrible incident had occurred the night before, leaving a significant bloodstain on the opulent carpet in one of the grand parlors. The maids who had tried to clean it before you had all failed, disappearing shortly after. You knew this was a test of your skills, one that could either secure your place in the castle or seal your doom.

With trembling hands, you set to work. You had always been meticulous, and today you put every bit of your knowledge to use. You mixed a special solution, carefully applying it to the stain. As you worked, you whispered a silent prayer, willing the stain to vanish.

Hours passed, but eventually, the carpet was spotless. You allowed yourself a small sigh of relief, barely daring to believe your success. You knew better than to draw attention to yourself, but as you packed up your supplies, you couldn’t help but feel a tiny spark of hope.

That hope was quickly dashed when you felt a presence behind you. Turning slowly, you found yourself face-to-face with Queen Wanda. Her piercing eyes seemed to bore into your soul, making you feel small and insignificant.

"What's your name?" she demanded, her voice smooth yet laced with an underlying threat.

"Y/N, Your Majesty," you replied, keeping your eyes downcast.

"You did this?" she asked, gesturing to the now pristine carpet.

"Yes, Your Majesty," you answered, your voice barely above a whisper.

She studied you for a moment, then nodded. "Impressive. Follow me."

Heart pounding, you followed her through the winding halls of the castle, eventually arriving at a grand chamber where Queen Natasha waited. Her eyes were just as intimidating as Wanda's, and you felt a shiver run down your spine under her scrutinizing gaze.

"This is the one?" Natasha asked, her voice cool and assessing.

"Yes," Wanda replied. "She has a talent."

Natasha approached you, her eyes never leaving yours. "We have a proposition for you," she said, her tone making it clear this was not a request. "You will become our personal maid. Fail us, and you know the consequences."

Your mind raced, but you knew there was only one answer. "Yes, Your Majesty," you agreed, bowing your head.

From that moment on, your life changed. You were no longer just another servant in the castle; you were under the direct scrutiny of the queens. They were demanding, their standards impossibly high, but you met each challenge with quiet determination.

As time passed, you learned more about them. Wanda, with her powerful presence and piercing gaze, and Natasha, with her calculating mind and cold demeanor. You discovered the complexities beneath their fierce exteriors, the reasons for their ruthlessness.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day, you found yourself alone with Wanda. She seemed different, almost... softer. "You surprise me, Y/N," she said, her voice thoughtful. "Most would have faltered by now."

"I'm just doing my best, Your Majesty," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

"And you do it well," she acknowledged, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

In that moment, you realized that perhaps there was more to your role than you had initially thought. Maybe, just maybe, you could find a place here, earn their trust, and uncover the secrets that lay beneath the surface of their reign.

But for now, you would continue to serve, keeping your head down, your skills sharp, and your heart guarded against the enigmatic allure of the evil queens.

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Your days as the personal maid to Queens Wanda and Natasha had settled into a demanding yet predictable rhythm. The queens were strict, their expectations high, and every task carried the weight of your continued survival. Yet, amidst the constant pressure, you had begun to notice subtle shifts, particularly in Wanda's behavior towards you.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day, you were summoned to Wanda's private chambers. Your heart raced as you made your way through the dimly lit corridors, the flickering torchlight casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. You knocked softly on the heavy wooden door, waiting for her permission to enter.

"Come in," her voice called from inside, smooth and commanding.

You pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing it quietly behind you. Wanda was seated by the large window, her silhouette framed by the moonlight streaming in. She looked up as you entered, her expression unreadable.

"You wanted to see me, Your Majesty?" you asked, keeping your head slightly bowed in respect.

"Yes, Y/N," she replied, her tone softer than usual. "Come here."

You approached her cautiously, stopping a few feet away. She gestured for you to sit on the nearby cushioned chair, and you obeyed, sitting down with your hands clasped in your lap.

Wanda studied you for a moment, her eyes intense but not unkind. "You've been here for some time now," she began. "You've proven yourself capable, resourceful, and... loyal."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," you said quietly, unsure of where this conversation was leading.

She stood and moved closer to you, her presence both intimidating and strangely comforting. "Do you enjoy your work, Y/N?" she asked, her voice holding an unusual note of curiosity.

"I take pride in my work, Your Majesty," you replied carefully. "I strive to meet your expectations."

She reached out, gently lifting your chin so you were forced to meet her gaze. "You've exceeded them," she said softly, her thumb brushing lightly against your skin.

You felt a blush creep up your neck at her touch, your heart pounding in your chest. "Thank you, Your Majesty," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wanda's expression softened further, and she smiled—a rare and breathtaking sight. "You've done more than just meet expectations, Y/N," she said. "You've caught my attention."

You blinked in surprise, not daring to believe what you were hearing. "I... I'm honored, Your Majesty."

She chuckled softly, her eyes never leaving yours. "You've been so quiet, so diligent," she said. "But I see you, Y/N. I see your strength, your determination. And I find myself... intrigued."

Her words left you speechless, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through you. Wanda's hand moved from your chin to your cheek, her touch warm and tender. "Do not fear me," she whispered, leaning in closer. "I do not intend to harm you. Quite the opposite."

You swallowed hard, your mind racing. "What do you intend, Your Majesty?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

She smiled again, her lips tantalizingly close to yours. "I intend to show you my favor," she murmured, her breath warm against your skin. "To reward your loyalty and dedication."

Before you could respond, she closed the distance between you, her lips capturing yours in a soft, lingering kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you found yourself leaning into her, the world around you fading away.

When she finally pulled back, her eyes were filled with an emotion you couldn't quite decipher. "You are special, Y/N," she said quietly. "Remember that."

You nodded, still dazed from the kiss. "I will, Your Majesty."

Wanda's smile widened, and she gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "Good. Now, go and rest. You have earned it."

You rose to your feet, feeling a strange mix of emotions. As you left her chambers and made your way back to your quarters, you couldn't help but wonder what the future held. Wanda's affection was both a blessing and a danger, and you knew you would have to navigate it carefully.

But for now, you allowed yourself a small moment of happiness, the memory of her kiss lingering on your lips as you drifted off to sleep.

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The days following your intimate encounter with Queen Wanda were filled with a peculiar mixture of anxiety and anticipation. You carried on with your duties as usual, but there was an underlying tension in the air, a sense that something significant had shifted. Wanda's affectionate gaze lingered on you more often, and you couldn't help but wonder if others had noticed.

One afternoon, as you were meticulously arranging fresh flowers in the grand hall, you felt a presence behind you. Turning, you found yourself face-to-face with Queen Natasha. Her eyes were as cold and calculating as ever, but there was a new intensity in her gaze that made your pulse quicken.

"Y/N," she said, her voice low and authoritative. "Come with me."

Your heart pounded as you followed her through the labyrinthine corridors to a secluded study. Once inside, she closed the door with a quiet finality that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Sit," she commanded, pointing to a chair in front of a large, ornate desk.

You sat down, your hands clasped tightly in your lap, trying to steady your breathing. Natasha circled the desk and took a seat, her piercing eyes never leaving yours.

"I've noticed a change in Wanda," she began, her tone even but with an edge that made you nervous. "She seems... distracted. And I believe I know the reason why."

You swallowed hard, unsure of how to respond. "Your Majesty, I—"

Natasha held up a hand, silencing you. "Do not lie to me, Y/N. I am well aware of the kiss."

Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt a wave of panic. "I—"

"Do not be afraid," she said, leaning forward, her eyes narrowing. "I am not here to punish you. In fact, I have a proposition."

You blinked in surprise, the tension in the room thickening. "A proposition, Your Majesty?"

"Yes," Natasha replied, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper as she leaned closer. "Instead of simply being our maid, would you like to be our plaything?"

Your eyes widened, and your mind raced. The suggestion was both thrilling and terrifying. "Your Majesty, I—"

She reached out, taking your chin in her hand, her grip firm yet not painful. Her eyes bored into yours, making it clear that this was not a casual offer. "Wanda seems to have taken a liking to you that just won't go away," she continued. "And I will do whatever necessary to make her happy."

Her words sent a shiver through you, a mix of fear and desire coursing through your veins. How could you say no to them when everything about them made you want them? You took a deep breath, trying to steady your voice.

"Of course, Your Majesty," you replied, your voice trembling slightly. "It would be the highest of honors to serve you and Queen Wanda however you need."

A slow, satisfied smile spread across Natasha's lips. "Good," she purred, releasing your chin and leaning back in her chair. "You will continue with your duties as usual, but you will also be available to us whenever we desire. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," you said, nodding.

Natasha's smile widened, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Very well. You may go."

You rose from your chair, bowing your head respectfully. As you turned to leave, Natasha's voice stopped you.

"And Y/N," she added, her tone almost teasing, "do not disappoint us."

You nodded once more, then quickly left the room, your mind spinning. The proposition was both a dangerous game and an intoxicating possibility. As you resumed your duties, you couldn't help but wonder how this new dynamic would unfold, and what it would mean for your place in the castle.

That night, as you lay in bed, you couldn't shake the feeling of Natasha's intense gaze and Wanda's tender kiss. The queens had ensnared you in their web, and there was no turning back. You only hoped you could navigate their desires and demands without losing yourself in the process.

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The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of intense and secretive encounters with the queens. Each interaction left you more entranced by their power and allure, yet there was always a lingering sense of danger. Wanda's tender kisses and Natasha's possessive touches had become a regular part of your life, blurring the lines between duty and desire. But until now, your encounters with them had remained separate.

Today was different.

You were summoned by Queen Wanda, a call that usually filled you with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Her affection was addictive, and you found yourself craving her attention more with each passing day. However, when you stepped into their private chambers, the sight that greeted you made your heart skip a beat.

Both queens were there, their regal clothes splattered with blood. Panic surged through you as you rushed over to them, your hands trembling as you cupped their cheeks, frantically checking for any cuts or stab wounds. To your immense relief, you found none.

"You're not hurt," you breathed, your voice filled with concern and confusion.

Natasha's grip on your wrist was sudden and firm, pulling you towards her. Her kiss was rough, almost punishing, and you found yourself melting into it despite the intensity. Her other hand tangled in your hair, holding you in place as her lips claimed yours. The taste of her was intoxicating, and you barely registered Wanda moving behind you until you felt her soft kisses trailing along your shoulders and neck.

Wanda's hands slipped around your waist, holding you gently but securely. Her lips and tongue worked their magic on your skin, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. You were caught between them, their combined presence overwhelming and exhilarating.

"Don't worry, my sweet," Wanda whispered against your neck, her breath warm and soothing. "The blood isn't ours."

Natasha broke the kiss, her eyes dark and filled with desire. "We had some... business to attend to," she explained, her voice low and seductive. "And now we want to attend to you."

Your mind swirled with a thousand thoughts, but all you could focus on was the sensation of their hands and lips on your body. Wanda's fingers traced patterns on your skin, while Natasha's grip tightened, a perfect balance of tenderness and dominance.

"You've been such a good girl," Wanda murmured, her voice like honey. "Always so eager to please us."

Natasha's lips curled into a predatory smile. "And now it's time for us to show you just how much we appreciate your devotion."

They guided you towards the large, luxurious bed, each movement coordinated and purposeful. As you lay down, Wanda climbed beside you, her hands never leaving your body. Natasha followed, her eyes never leaving yours as she leaned in for another kiss, this one slower, more deliberate.

Wanda's hands roamed over your torso, her touch gentle yet electrifying. "Relax, my darling," she cooed, her lips brushing against your ear. "Let us take care of you."

Natasha's hand slid under your shirt, her fingers tracing the outline of your bra. "You belong to us now," she whispered, her voice sending a thrill of excitement through you. "Body and soul."

Caught in their embrace, you felt a surge of emotions—fear, desire, love, and a deep-seated need to please them. You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Your Majesties."

Their eyes gleamed with satisfaction at your submission. Together, they undressed you with a mix of urgency and reverence, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of your skin. The room was filled with the sound of your gasps and their murmured words of affection and desire.

Wanda's lips captured yours in a sweet, lingering kiss, her hand cradling your face as if you were the most precious thing in the world. "You're ours," she whispered against your lips.

Natasha's hands moved lower, eliciting a moan from you as she found your most sensitive spots. "Forever," she echoed, her voice a promise and a command.

In their arms, you felt a profound sense of belonging, a connection that went beyond mere physical attraction. They were your queens, and you were their treasured plaything, caught in a web of power, passion, and unspoken loyalty.

As the night wore on, you surrendered yourself completely to their touch, their love, and their power, knowing that you were exactly where you were meant to be—at the mercy of the queens who ruled your heart and soul.

@dorabledewdroop

[queenjunothegreat]

Go For It, Jason!!

Excerpt from an abandoned HS AU

“Percy,” Jason hissed, clutching Percy’s hand tight in his own. “I do not got this!”

“Yes, you do!” Percy hissed back. “All you have to do is tell Piper and Leo that we’re having a little party at our place this weekend, and Annabeth suggested inviting them. It’s super easy, you just have to be normal.”

“‘Be normal!’ What kind of advice is that!?”

“It’s advice you obviously need on a daily basis!”

Jason groaned and slid down one of the sets of lockers. “This was such a bad idea,” he whined. “I can just go back to being obsessed with him from afar, right? I don’t actually have to talk to him.”

“So you admit it? You’re obsessed with him?”

“Obviously I’m obsessed with him, Percy! I drew our joint tombstone!”

Percy heaved a deep sigh and slid down the lockers to sit while Jason pulled his knees up to his chest and hid his face in them. He was suddenly reminded of when he and Percy were in elementary school and Percy had gotten in trouble for punching another kid who wouldn’t leave Jason alone during “egg time.” He pressed his face harder into his knees and tried to ignore the way he wanted to cry a little bit. He wasn’t a baby.

“Look, man,” Percy said gently after a few moments of silence, “I’m not going to sit here and tell you you’ve got to talk to him. Because you don’t. If you wanna just have a crush on this guy for the rest of the year without telling him then move on to college and find someone else to dump all your weird obsessive tendencies on, you totally can. People ignore high school crushes literally every day. It’s probably the most normal thing about you.” Jason snorted and he could hear the smirk Percy gave in reply. “If you really don’t wanna do this, I’m not gonna make you. It’s your call, Jace.”

“Thanks,” Jason mumbled into his knees.

“Buuuuuuut…” Jason groaned loudly, and Percy snickered. “I do think it’s a good idea. I mean, what have you got to lose? Either they say yes, you convince Leo to fall in love with you and you live happily ever after; they say yes, it turns out Leo isn’t your type at all once you get to know him, and you just move on; or they say no and you have a perfectly valid excuse to go back to your stalker status.”

“I’m pretty sure there’s more than just three outcomes,” Jason pointed out. “What if they just laugh at me?”

“Then I’ll kick their asses,” Percy scowled. “They can fuck right off if they’re going to act like that.”

“Thanks, man,” Jason smiled softly, leaning forward to headbutt Percy on the shoulder.

“So, what’s the plan?” Percy asked casually. “You want me to stick around here while you talk to them, or you wanna head to the cafeteria? I think I overheard one of the Stolls say that they had churros today.”

Jason considered that. He did really like churros. He shook his head. “Let’s get this done and we’ll get churros after.”

“You got it, bro.”

Jason stood, and led the way into the library over to where Piper and Leo had commandeered a pair of bean bag chairs and were building a very impressive house of cards out of an Uno deck. Apparently, Jason’s arrival shifted the airflow just slightly, and the house came tumbling down while Piper and Leo both swore at it in a fun mix of English, Spanish, and French. Jason winced. “Uh, sorry. My bad. I think.” Piper and Leo both looked up at him, wide-eyed and blinked. Obviously, they hadn’t noticed Jason’s approach. He smiled awkwardly and lifted a hand to wave. “Uh, hi.”

Leo scoffed and rolled his eyes and exchanged a look with Piper. “I got this, Beauty Queen.”

“Of course you do,” she hummed, rolling her eyes.

Before Jason could ask what they meant, Leo was on his feet, arms folded across his chest and giving Jason a very unimpressed once-over. “Look. Blondie. No, not Blondie. Superman? Yeah, I like Superman.”

“My name’s Jason.”

“Uh, sure. Okay. Anyway. Superman. She’s not interested.”

Jason felt his eyebrows knit together. “She’s not interested in what?”

“In you. Duh,” Leo scoffed. “I know someone who looks like you probably doesn’t hear that often.”

“I’m… confused.”

“Of course you are.” For some reason, Leo looked incredibly irritated, but Jason still wasn’t sure what he did wrong. “Look, I don’t know how much more plainly I can put it. She. Doesn’t. Want. To. Date. You.”

“Oh.” Jason blinked and cocked his head to the side. “That’s fine.”

At once, all the wind fell out of Leo’s sails, and now he was the one who looked confused. “That’s… fine?”

“Yeah, I don’t wanna date her either.” His eyes widened and he looked at Piper apologetically. “No offense. You seem nice, and you’re very pretty. Whoever you do want to date is probably very lucky.”

Piper snorted, but she was smiling, so it didn’t seem mean. “Thanks, Jason.”

Jason smiled widely at her, but Leo just looked even more baffled. “Then… what are you doing over here?”

“I did actually come to invite her to a party,” he admitted. “Both of you, actually.”

“A… party?”

“Well, kind of,” Jason said hesitantly. “The apartment complex Percy and I live in opened up the pool for summer last weekend, so we were inviting our friends over. Annabeth suggested that the two of you might want to come.”

Leo’s eyes widened, and he turned furiously on Piper. “You know Annabeth?” he hissed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s none of your business,” Piper told him, sticking out her tongue. 

“If I had known he had a mutual friend with you, maybe I wouldn’t have been a dick to him.” As if his own words just registered, Leo winced and ducked his head, looking up at Jason through his lashes. “Uh, sorry about that. By the way.”

Jason took a moment to reset his brain after it got fried, then smiled at Leo. “It’s cool, man. You were just looking out for your friend. I get that. I think it’s sweet.”

“You think it’s sweet. Cool. Coolcoolcool. I’m gonna go play in traffic now.”

Jason tipped his head back and laughed, probably louder than he should, but he couldn’t help it. He grinned so wide his eyes were squinting up, which made looking at Leo harder than it needed to be, which wasn’t ideal, but, once again, he couldn’t help it. “Please don’t. You’re probably going to traumatize the poor cars.”

“Nah, don’t worry, I’m too small to get hit by cars. I just lay down, and they pass right over me.”

Jason folded his hand over his mouth to at least somewhat muffle his giggles. “A very impressive skill.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m a special boy and all that.”

“I can imagine.”

Leo immediately turned bright red, and Piper tagged in, letting him hide his entire torso under a bean bag chair instead of talking more. She grinned at Jason. “So. You said there was a party? Where at?”

“Mine and Percy’s place,” Jason said distractedly, still observing Leo’s attempts to become one with the rug. “We’re over at Sunset on the Waves. There’s a subway station right across the street from us.”

“I think I know it. It’s over kinda close to Central Park, right?”

“Yeah, that’s it,” Jason said. “We’re all getting together Saturday around two, if you think you can make it.”

“We’ll definitely be there,” Piper agreed. “Do we need to bring anything?”

Jason shook his head. “Nah, we’ve got it. Just show up whenever.”

“Cool.” Piper turned and kicked Leo in the ankle. “Tell Jason thanks for inviting us out. Now we have an excuse to not watch those dumb soap operas with my mom.”

“Thanks, Superman,” Leo said, though his voice was muffled, almost indistinguishable, by the bean bag chair.

“Thanks for agreeing,” Jason replied earnestly. “Uh, I’ve got to go, though. The librarian kind of hates me.”

“You are a lot louder than you probably realize,” Piper agreed, then winced. “Sorry, that came out way meaner than I meant it to. You’re just a loud guy. It’s cool. I like it. Leo’s also super loud. You match.”

“Cool,” Jason agreed, consciously trying to lower his volume, which made Piper snicker at him. He grinned at them and waved. “See you this weekend.”

“See you!” Piper and Leo chimed in perfect unison at his retreating  back.

When he finally made it back to Percy’s side, he groaned and yanked his shirt up over his head. “Okay, I did it.”

“How did it go? They don’t look like they’re laughing. Well, actually, I think Piper is laughing, maybe.”

“Pretty sure she’s laughing at Leo,” Jason told him. “And it could have definitely gone… worse? They agreed to come.”

“Nice! That’s great, dude!”

“Leo did try to intimidate me out of asking Piper on a date, though.”

Percy snorted so hard it sounded like it hurt. “Well, he definitely doesn’t have to worry about that.”

Jason finally decided to emerge from his shirt so that he could grin at Percy. “Yeah. Tell me about it.”

Percy clapped a hand down on his shoulder. “I’m really proud of you, dude.”

“Thanks.” Jason took a moment to just bask in the praise before he frowned and tilted his head to the side. “Percy, am I loud?” Percy barked out a bright, friendly laugh. “Dude, you are so loud. Come on. Let’s go get some churros.”

[marvelobsessed134]

Sparks Fly part 2

Series masterlist

A/n: so sorry this took so long to get out 😭 also the timeline is kinda messed up but it’s 90s!tommy in this story so yeah takes place in the 90s

Pairings: Tommy Lee x Fem!Country Singer!reader

And soon enough you got a call from Tommy. He asked you out for dinner and of course you said yes. You’re so nervous, though. You know of his reputation and how he was with drugs not too long ago. But he’s so handsome and was so sweet you. You just had to say yes.

So, you’re in a light pink dress with peasant sleeves. Your hair in a ponytail with a light pink bow on it. Light makeup adorned your face. You had some pearl jewelry and white kitten heels. As you stood in front of the hotel room mirror making sure everything looked good when you got a knock on the door.

You sighed before shoving your nerves down and opening the door. Tommy stood before you with a grin on his face and flowers in his hand.

“Wow, you look…” he trailed off taking in your whole outfit.

You blushed, “Thanks.”

“Oh!” He said suddenly, jerking the flowers towards you, “I got you these. Wasn’t sure what your preferences on flowers were but thought I’d get ‘em anyways.” You took the bouquet from him and brought them to your nose, sniffing them.

“They’re beautiful Tommy.” You gushed before walking over and setting them on the nightstand. You’ll have to find a way to travel with them without them dying.

Then, the two of you were off on your first date. He took you to this very nice restaurant in Hollywood. Despite you having quite a bit of money yourself, it was way more fancy than you’ve ever been to.

The waiter showed you to your table and the questions began.

“So, I noticed you’re in a hotel…is your house getting renovated or something?” The drummer asked.

“Oh no. I live in Nashville but since I did a few shows here I stayed in a hotel.” You explained the most obvious reason why you were in a hotel.

“Nashville huh? So you’re a real country girl.”

You chuckled, “I guess you can say that. I’ve lived there my whole life. It’s my home yknow?”

“Yeah I can see that.”

It was quiet for a moment before you spoke up again, “So what’s going on with the band right now? I heard you guys laid off Vince?” It was a touchy subject sure, but you really wanted to know what the hell they were thinking when they fired the singer.

“Yeah, but it’s all cool cause we got a new guy, John Corabi. It’s better that way.” And he left it at that.

The two of you talked more and more, all throughout the night. You just couldn’t stop asking about each other.

As Tommy walked you out towards his Ferrari you said, “That was one of the most fun dates I’ve had in a long time.”

“Really?” He looked down at you and raised an eyebrow.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, “Yeah.”

“I’m glad then. I guess I held up to your standards?”

“Haha, yeah. I mean it’s not like I have any to begin with but you’re so respectful and sweet. Not to offend you but you’re a lot different than-“

“The media makes me out to be? Yeah. When I find a girl I really like I make sure to treat her as a queen.” Your stomach fluttered with butterflies.

The two of you got in his car and he turned on the radio but turned down the volume so you could still talk.

“I don’t believe I’ve asked you this but how old are you?” He asked.

“23.” You answered honestly.

“Ok, I’m 31. Was just making sure.”

“I thought you liked younger girls?” You teased.

“I do well- not under 18 girls you know…over 18? Fuck.”

You giggled as he tried to explain himself, “It’s fine. You know my mama told me not to go with older men better yet men in rock n roll bands but, you’re just so…different.” Tommy smiled at your southern accent.

“I’m not the best man in the world, I’ve done some pretty fucked up shit. Maybe not as much as Nikki but…” the drummer trailed off.

You put your hand over his that was sitting on the center console. He looked over at you with those brown eyes. “We’re human, we all do things we regret. That’s just how life works. Imagine if we didn’t do anything wrong, that’d be really boring and no lessons would be learned.”

“I see why you have an award for best songwriting.”

“Yeah, I guess Im somewhat of a poet myself.”

[haveihitanerve]

Everyone knows who he is. It’s not safe as either Peter Parker or Spider-Man anymore. So Peter goes to the one person he knows will help him disappear. Or, at least, the one person he knows that knows how to disappear. That was how Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson found a dejected looking Peter Parker sitting on their doorstep, nowhere to go. 

Bucky had thought it was a good day. Had thought. He and Sam had beaten the bad guys, turned them in, and gotten some amazing thai food. (and they had both gotten full off it too, so much so they had a box) Sam was being his usual annoying self, but Bucky didn't even mind anymore. He was just annoying back. But then they made it to their apartment building and… found a kid sitting on the steps, staring at his hands, a small bag at his side. His head jerked up when they walked closer and Bucky realized it was.. “Peter?” Sam asked, walking closer. The kid wrapped his arms around his middle. “Hey Sam. Sorry for bothering you.” “its no problem kiddo, whats up? You wanna come in?” Sam squatted down in front of him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “If its not too much trouble.” Peter murmured. “None at all, come on.” Sam stood, glancing back at Bucky worriedly as he unlocked the door and let Peter in. “want a drink?” Peter shrugged, clutching his bag to his side as he looked around. “Water please, if you have some.” “of course we have water kiddo.” Bucky snorted, setting the container of leftover thai on the kitchen table and gesturing for Peter to sit. “You hungry?” Peter jerked his head in a no. Bucky scoffed, pushing the container in front of him. “Yeah right kid. Go on. Eat. This’ll just end up in the back of the fridge forgotten anyway.” Sam came out of the kitchen, holding a glass of water. “Are you giving him my food?” He whined, setting the glass down in front of Peter. “Of course you have no issues with it, you ate all your food with your metabolism.” He grumbled, but ruffled Peters hair and nodded for him to dig in. Bucky winced. “Shit yeah.” He headed into the kitchen and popped open the fridge, digging around until he had a sizeable amount of leftovers in his arms and came back, dumping them on the table. “Jesus Buck!” Sam swore, just barely pulling his arm away before it hit him. Bucky shrugged unapologetically, nudging it over to Peter who had already finished Sams leftovers. “Eat. That metabolism of yours rivaled even Steves.” Sam bit his lip to keep himself from smacking his forehead as he realized Bucky was right. Peter didn't argue, and Bucky and Sam exchanged another worried look. “So…” Sam said after Peters eating was starting to slow. “Wanna share why you're here kiddo? Not that we mind a visit of course.” He added. Peter chewed slowly, looking at the table. “Have you seen the news lately?” He asked quietly. Bucky frowned. “No. We don't listen to it often.” “You mean you still don't let technology old man.” Sam countered, standing and walking to the living room to switch on the TV. “The vigilante known as Spider-Man is Peter Parker, resident high school student in Queens-” Sam turned the TV off. “Shit kid.” Bucky mumbled, rubbing a tired hand across his face. “How'd that come out?” Sam asked quietly, sitting back down. Peter pushed the food around without looking at either of them. “Mr. Stark left me these glasses.” he whispered quietly, pulling a glasses case out of his backpack. He didn't offer them up, but rather kept them cradled in his hand, just as he kept the backpack on his lap. Bucky paled as the story came out. “Damn kid. Thats a lot for you to go through so quick.” Sam said quietly, when Peter had finished, rubbing his back soothingly. “Why don't you go to bed huh? While we discuss some options for you on how to resolve this?” “I don't want a solution.” Peter whispered. “I want to disappear.”

[super-unpredictable98]

All Shook Up | Killing Bono AU

Chapter 2: Shaking Things Up

Warning: Strong language

(General Masterlist) | (All Shook Up Masterlist)

The next morning was cold, but Joyce was all ready to show the McCormick brothers what she could do. She put on her best outfit, did her makeup and hair, all while Gloria watched from afar with the most judgemental look on her face. 

"So, you like the malnourished one then?"

"What? No! I'm auditioning for their band, they are about to get signed with a super hot label and I wanna be in on it."

"Oh, so the cleavage, the sexy lipstick, the short skirt with fishnets... that's all for the audition. You're definitely not interested in that kid."

"I- I'm not not interested. He's cute."

"Oh my God! You slept with him!" Gloria gasped. "That's why you were home so late! You were getting down and dirty with the neighbor!"

"I was not!" Joyce exclaimed. She wasn't a prude or a virgin by any means, but because of her upbringing, she wasn't able to be as free as her roommate. Her parents always taught her that nobody wants to eat a candy bar that everyone has already touched and licked, so she was more discreet about who had tasted her candy. "I was actually not, he was totally high on cocaine, drunk as a skunk, I didn't think it was right, you know?"

Gloria nodded, she had to agree. Sex with someone in that state sounded horrible, she knew from experience. 

"So when are you planning on sleeping with him?" She asked.

"I don't know if I'm gonna sleep with him! If it happens it happens, I don't have any plans."

After carefully tuning her bass and placing it back in its case, Joyce made her way across the hall to their door. She knocked, but there was no response. She tried again, once more nobody opened the door, in fact it was so silent, it didn't seem like anybody was home at all. 

She frowned and thought about going back to her flat, but she couldn't stop thinking about Ivan, something must've happened for him to break a promise. At least she hoped so, they barely knew each other, but from their brief interactions, she didn't take him for a guy who would make a promise only to break it the next day. 

Hours passed and she was still sitting in front of their door when the two brothers finally came, both looking like hell. 

"Fuck! Joyce, I'm so sorry I- How long have you been here?" Ivan yelped. 

"Ever since the time we scheduled for my audition."

"You told her she'd get an audition?" Neil hissed, angry that his brother went over his head.

"Yeah! I think she'll be good," he argued. "But it doesn't matter anymore, the fella we were negotiating our contract with was kicked off the label and so were we. Literally, we were thrown out of the building."

"I'm sorry it didn't work out," Joy frowned, almost losing the last bit of hope she had in her to make it in London. 

She was about to get back to her flat and watch as Gloria made fun of her for being so naive and trusting, but instead, Ivan took her hand to stop her. "Hey, since you're ready and you're here, why don't you audition anyway? We'll have to start over with the band, so it's like a fresh start."

"You still want me to?" She asked.

"Course, we still need a bass."

"Okay then."

Joyce followed the two brothers inside and set everything up. They did as well, preparing to play something and see how she would fit in with their sound. 

"Do you have any preference?" Ivan asked, getting his guitar. 

"Um... I'm sure you guys know U2?" 

"NO!" Neil shouted like a crazy person. "We're not playing U2!" 

"Shit, okay," she nearly jumped back. "Sorry, I didn't know you were not a fan. Maybe Queen then? Another One Bites The Dust?" 

"Brilliant," Ivan smiled, trying to make up for his brother's exaggerated reaction. "You wanna sing too?" 

"Yeah, of course," she stood in front of the mic.

Joyce started playing and they quickly followed. Even Neil had to admit she was good, she had good rhythm and she played the bass well, but the real surprise came when she opened her mouth to sing.

"Steve walks warily down the street with his brim pulled way down low. Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet, machine guns ready to go. Are you ready hey are you ready for this? Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?"

Her voice was an explosion that filled the entire room, it was full and deep, raspy but without straining. Ivan gave Neil a wide-eyed look and Neil simply rolled his eyes, not ready to admit his little brother was right about something. He took pride in making the decisions for the band, even if most (if not all) of them turned out to be wrong.

"Jesus..." Ivan breathed once the song ended. "It's like you're the lovechild of Stevie Nicks and Janis Joplin! Are you kidding me right now?" 

"Thanks," Joy smiled shyly, looking away from him so she wouldn't blush. 

"Yeah, it was okay," Neil nodded with a sigh. "I mean, might not be the right fit for our band but-"

"Not the right fit? Neil are you going insane or you still drunk?" Ivan chuckled, still agape. "You dragged me all the way from Ireland, I believed your bullshit and now we're right back where we started. If you're serious about getting signed then you have to let Joy in! She's our best chance to make it big."

"Can you read sheet music, Joyce?" Neil asked. 

"Yeah, what do you have?" She asked, taking his notebook. 

"Can you sing this?" 

"The sun is shining on the sea today, you're living your life the easy way. You left behind, the world again. So be a tourist, hear the call-"

"Fine! Fine, you're in!" He grimaced, hating how great his song sounded in her voice. "But we'll be singing too, don't think you'll get all the solos just cause you can sing!" 

"I didn't expect to, thank you so much, you guys!" Joyce squealed, clapping with excitement. She couldn't believe it was actually true, she was sure they could be great, she believed that more than anyone, even Neil. 

To celebrate joining the band, Joy suggested going out for a drink, but none of the boys wanted anything to do with alcohol after the night before. Instead, they settled for some fish and chips, only... Ivan had other plans.

"Hey, Neil!" He hissed while the girl brought her bass back to her flat. "You gotta say you don't feel well or something, say you don't wanna go."

"What? Why?" Neil barked.

"Because I wanna go out with her."

"Have you thought about, I don't know, asking?"

"I am asking!" 

"Not me, you twat! Her!"

"Well I did, but I was way too high to remember, just please please stay home? C'mon, please!"

"Fine... not like I wanna spend time dicking around with you two. I have to write some more material to show to the labels."

"You're the best brother in the world!" Ivan shook Neil by the shoulders just as Joy came back. 

"Yeah yeah," he huffed. "Hey, so I'm a little under the weather, you know? Still kinda hungover, you two go."

"Maybe we should all stay and talk about the band?" Joyce asked, but Ivan was already halfway out the door. 

"Nah, he'll be fine. Neil is a real grumpy arsehole when he's hungover, it's dinner time anyway."

Gloria watched as they made their way down the stairs, and that stupid knowing grin on her face made Joy want to kill her. It's not like that was a date... right? Of course not. It was a friendly band hangout.

Ivan insisted he should pay as a welcome treat, even though he probably had way less money than her. He just couldn't be that type of guy who wouldn't pay on their first date. In his mind that was a date... right? Of course it was.

"We only need a drummer now," he murmured, covering his chips in vinegar. "Do you know anyone?"

"Not really, I haven't made any friends since I arrived."

"Why did you wanna leave the States?" He asked. "They have a pretty big music scene there. Why didn't you move to LA or something?"

"I always liked London, all my favorite musicians are from England... well, except Bono."

Ivan shook his head with a smile. As much as his brother resented their friend, he couldn't bring himself to feel the same way. The bastard was talented, it's not like he didn't deserve it. 

"We went to school together, back then when we still called him Paul."

"You're kidding!" Joyce grinned.

"No, I swear! I'd say ask Neil, but I wouldn't if I were you. I sorta auditioned for his band once, but it didn't work out."

"So you could be in U2 right now?" 

"I suppose, if things had been different... we only played together once, it wasn't really a thing."

"So you're happy with our band?" Joy leaned over the table without even realizing it. 

"Yeah! Even more now that you're here to shake things up."

She thought for a moment, not noticing when Ivan also leaned closer, their faces only inches apart. He was ready for a kiss, he thought that's what she wanted, but she simply laughed. Shit, she has such a cute laugh... he thought.

"This should be our name."

"What?"

"Shook Up! You're not the McCormick brothers anymore."

"Y-yeah! That's a pretty cool name," Ivan cleared his throat, embarrassed and hoping she didn't notice how eager he was. 

"So, will you kiss me now?" She asked with a smirk.

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[mycoolwritingcorner]

Sailor Moon: Reignstorm - Chapter 7: The Four Queens of Heaven

Ami awoke to the sound of her communicator going off. She reached over to the side of the bed where she had set it the night prior and flipped it open to answer the call.

“Hmzwha?” The bluenette answered groggily.

“Ami? Ami are you there?” Minako asked over the communicator.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here.” Ami said, rubbing her eyes.

“Hmmm… What is it?” Makoto asked, waking up next to Ami.

“Wait a second… Are you in bed with Mako?!” Minako asked, surprised, causing both girls to turn bright red, “Ami, you sly dog.”

“Wait, no! I mean, I am, but it’s not… ANYWAY WHY ARE YOU CALLING?” Ami asked, clearly flustered.

“Oh, right, right, well I can’t get a hold of any of the Outers so we’re all gonna head over to their place to see what’s up. Think you lovebirds can get yourselves out of bed and meet us at their front gate in an hour?”

“Uh, yeah, we’ll be there soon.” Ami said, still blushing profusely.

“Awesome. Venus out.” The blonde-haired girl said before Ami closed her communicator and laid her head back down on the pillow.

“We’re gonna be hearing about this for a while, aren’t we?” Ami asked.

“Oh, definitely.”

…

Before long, the five had gathered by the front gate of the house which the Outers shared. Usagi couldn’t help but be amazed by just how big and nice it was, despite having seen it many times in the past. As they approached the front door, Usagi couldn’t help but feel a pit form in her stomach. It was already suspicious that the Outer Guardians hadn’t made an effort to contact them after the scene in the city yesterday had been widely reported on, but now they weren’t answering their communicators?

“They’re probably just busy, that’s all.” Usagi tried to convince herself as she went to ring the doorbell, “Yeah… yeah, I’m sure everything’s-”

“Usagi look out!” She heard Rei cry from behind her before ripping her away from the door.

A mere split second afterward, the front of the house exploded, flinging the five guardians back onto the front lawn.

“What… What was that?” Mina asked between coughing fits, no doubt caused by all the smoke. 

From that smoke, the girls saw four figures walking towards them. They were unable to make out any features at first, but as the figures moved closer they could see more and more.

The first detail which the Guardians could see was that the figures were wearing uniforms nearly identical to those worn by the Four Kings of Heaven. Enemies the Sailor Guardians had defeated years prior.

Above them, they saw Reign suddenly appear in a flash of dark energy, their cloak billowing in the newly created wind, “Why hello there, Sailor Guardians. Sorry I’m a bit late to the party, but I believe you’re all already acquainted?” They said, gesturing towards the figures. As they did so the last of the smoke cleared, and the girls could finally make out their faces, horrified by what they were seeing.

It was their friends. 

Haruka. 

Michiru. 

Setsuna. 

Hotaru.

“Allow me to introduce… my FOUR QUEENS OF HEAVEN!”

“What have you done to them?!” Usagi asked angrily, pulling out her compact.

“How about you come up here and find out?” Reign taunted.

“Don’t do it Usagi, they’re baiting-” Mina advised her friend, to no avail.

“Moon Spectrum Power! MAKE UP!” Usagi shouted, transforming and launching herself at Reign and tackling them through the air.

“Dammit, alright everyone, transform!”

“Mercury Crystal Power!”

“Mars Crystal Power!

“Jupiter Crystal Power!”

“Venus Crystal Power!”

“MAKE UP!”

The Inners ran towards their friends, hoping to be able to reason with them, but the Queens of Heaven split off and each focused on one of the Inners. Haruka began to attack Jupiter at close range, Michiru launched her water attacks towards Mercury, Setsuna swatted at Mars with her rod and Hotaru launched energy attacks towards Venus. 

“Haruka, stop, don’t do this!” Jupiter pleaded while dodging the older girl’s attacks.

“Heh, that’s just like you.” Haruka said, “The little weakling is afraid to fight back! World Shaking!” She cried out, launching her attack at Jupiter which sent her flying across the battlefield.

“Jupiter!” Mercury cried, taking her attention away from Michiru, leaving her open to being struck by a beam from Michiru’s mirror, “Gah!”

“That was always your problem, wasn’t it? So scatterbrained. Never able to focus on what needed to be done!” Michiru said, conjuring a ball of water and energy in her hands, “Deep Submerge!”

Mercury was struck by several tons of water, which knocked her back onto the lawn.

“Setsuna, please, this isn’t you!” Mars shouted as she attempted to dodge the Guardian of Time’s attacks.

“Oh please, don’t act like you know the first thing about me.” Setsuna replied bitterly, “Dead Scream.” She said, launching her attack towards Mars, knocking her into a tree in the front yard.

“Hotaru, please! Don’t make me hurt you!” Venus cried, standing off against the younger girl.

“Hurt me?” Hotaru said before slamming down the butt of her Silence Glaive with a smirk, “That’s cute. Silence Wall!” She shouted, sending a large wall of energy hurtling toward Venus and knocking her all the way back to the gate on the outskirts of the premises. 

“Venus!” Mars cried, while still struggling against Setsuna.

Sailor Moon finally managed to force Reign to the ground, as the two tumbled into the ruins of what used to be the Outers’ home.

“You…” Usagi said, standing up and beginning to make her way toward her cloaked adversary, who was still kneeled down onto the ground.

“I don’t know what sick spell you have my friends under, but you’d better let them go right now before I-” Was all the Guardian could manage to say before she saw a gray and crimson figure dash towards her out of the corner of her eye and blast her into one of the still standing walls of the house.

“Oh, that’s right.” Reign said, standing up and dusting themselves off, “There was one more I forgot to introduce. Sailor Moon, meet… SAILOR CHAOS!”

They wore an outfit similar to the first iteration of Usagi’s own. However rather than white, the majority of the outfit was an ashy gray, with dark crimson on the skirt and boots. The outfit, however, was the least of Usagi’s concerns. A wave of horror washed over her as she looked up at the face of her new assailant.

“Naru?!”

----

Dun Dun DUUUUUUUN.

At long last, we have returned to our regularly scheduled programming, with a chapter full of twists and turns.

Again, I’m still not the best when it comes to writing combat, but hopefully it was alright.

But what’s going on? Why have the Outers aligned themselves with the new enemy? And how is Naru a Sailor Guardian?!

Well, to find out all that and more, I suppose you’ll just have to come back for Chapter 8: Naru: Sailor Chaos.

But until then, let me know what you all think! Comments, reblogs, likes, etc. are much appreciated!

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[kate-bishops-waifu]

"Excerpt"

A/N: Hello, I really love my maid au, it's set during prohibition, and I have written a chunk of it. I really want to write more, I have lots of plans, but things have been chaotic. Anyways, in the meantime I reread this bit and decided I would like to put it up for fun. At least for a little while.

It was terribly late, very nearly midnight and all the servants were sat around the table, having finally finished their evening meals. Ophelia was between mending a pair of pants and reading passages in a book she had left open on the table. It was difficult to focus at all, the conversation was lively, though she had nothing to offer, remaining silent. Making friends with the other servants was not easy for her, she could not count any among them as such, but she did not mind their company so much.

There was a ring, strange at this time of night.

“Ms. Kate’s room,” Ruby observed. Ophelia put down her things, and went to the stairs, taking her apron from the hook to fit as she went.

It was dark, she had to turn on a few lamps to see where she was going, tapping on Kate’s door gently.

“Come in,” Kate said through the door.

Kate was sat at the end of her bed, unlacing her shoes when Ophelia cracked open the door, standing obediently in the frame.

“Ophelia, great, thank you. Hey do you mind, I’m starved.” Kate discarded her coat on the bed and hopped up.

Ophelia hesitated, “I’m sorry Ms. I’m not the cook,”

Kate looked at her with an odd expression, “Yeah, I didn’t want an ear full, you know how she is.” She shrugged,

“Well,” Ophelia fidgetted, “I suppose, if it won’t get me in trouble, that is,” She said

Kate lifted her chin, a small self satisfied smirk gracing her features.

The kitchen was very dark, Ophelia felt strange being there alone, but she switched on the light anyways, going to open the icebox when Kate startled her,

“Anything decent?”

Ophelia swallowed, pulling out a bowl, “It’s not much but there is some fish,” she lifted out a plate, the cold sent a shiver down her back. Kate shrugged and sat down at the breakfast table, one leg propped up. She sighed and rested her head on her fist. Watching as Ophelia lit the stove. The kitchen had a strange warm glow, the lamps combined with the lights from the open window gave the room a sort of dream-like state. Ophelia couldn’t stand being watched, her hands shook as she struggled with a match, breathing a sigh of relief when it finally lit, and placed a cast iron pan on the range. Her eyes flitted to Ms. Bishop who was still watching her so closely. Kate started to undo her tie, as Ophelia went about the kitchen, twitchy as a bird. She undid the top button of her shirt and tossed the tie aside.

“Not at all curious where I’ve been?” Kate asked.

The glance Ophelia passed lasted merely a moment, but a moment too long. “I didn’t mean to pry Ms.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you did.” She stood up from her chair, and leaned against the counter, crossing her arms over her chest. “I was out dancing. I’m an archer. Competitively. We went out after.”

“Is that so?” How little she still new of this place she stayed. She couldn’t even tell you all of the other servants names, she kept as entirely to herself as one might sharing a room with two other girls. What was the strangest was how little she cared about getting to know her peers, when there was something so deeply fascinating about her employers. Sometimes they hardly seemed real. Eleanore was more of what she had expected, regal in a manner of speaking, beautiful, slightly old fashioned and as poised as a queen. Something always seemed to lurk just under her surface, though Ophelia had not found out what yet. Though most fascinating was Kate, she could not articulate what it was that that woman possessed but she was like some sort of magnet. The servants always whispered about her, such a rebel, so self determined and unlike her mother. As if every inch of her resisted Eleanore’s influence. Still there was something more. What infuriated Ophelia most. As if both Bishop women had some secret that everyone but she knew. Frustrating as it was, it seemed to be the sort of thing one knew and did not tell.

“Do you know how to dance?”

Ophelia nearly dropped her utensils.

“Dance? Me? No, I-I’m afraid not.”

Tilting her head to one side Kate gave her a curious look. Ophelia could not tell what she was thinking; and what an odd question that had been? “Not at all?”

She shook her head. Kate considered her a moment longer, “I can teach you.”

“Teach me?”

“Yeah, I could teach you. Just in case y’know,” Kate dipped her head in a sort of shrug, “You ever meet a guy.”

Pulling at her apron Ophelia felt uncomfortable, “I’m certain I won’t.”

Kate frowned, “Why not?”

Ophelia hesitated, “I’m not sure any gentleman might be interested. Not in a girl like me.”

“I find it hard to believe they're not throwing themselves at your feet to dance with you. Hasn’t there ever been a guy, someone that made you feel like dancing?”

She felt distinctly uncomfortable now. How modern was Kate Bishop? She wondered what Kate got up to on her nights out dancing, she must have a very long list of gentleman callers, a girl like her was sure to attract attention; not only that, she was sporting, masculine, she could probably get along swell in a group of men. Men liked that did they not? Someone to match them physically, one of the boys. It had only been a few weeks, but it was not difficult to imagine men sneaking in and out at the dead of night, all the servants in bed. Ophelia squirmed at the idea, suddenly wishing to get away from Ms Bishop.

Reaching out a hand Kate said, “Won’t you?”

She nearly picked up and ran, but when she met Kate’s gaze it was warm, affectionate, and she suddenly saw a girl trying to make friends. She was exceptionally kind after all, an oddity to be sure, but a kind one. Whatever she did at night, well that was hardly any of Ophelia's business was it not?

She took Kate’s hand. Kate beamed and pulled her to the center of the floor, reaching a hand to the small of Ophelia’s back she smoothly untied her apron, discarding it. Even without her shoes Kate was taller than Ophelia. She took Ophelia’s left hand, raising it, and rested her right on her shoulder. Her own hand coming to rest on Ophelia’s back, pulling her close.

“It’s very simple, just follow my steps,” Kate had lowered her voice to nearly a whisper.

Slowly they got used to the steps, Ophelia kicking off her shoes after the second time she stepped on Kate’s toe. The simple steps became natural, and Kate slowly began to turn in a slow circle, humming something Ophelia did not recognise.

“There you go, you’re getting it,”

Ophelia had been so focused on her feet, that when she looked up, and she had to look up, Kate was gazing upon her. That lopsided grin, her eyes so filled with energy, as if she was holding back waves and waves of speech. For several moments they looked at each other, a comfortable rhythm met, it was almost as though they didn’t have to think at all about their steps. To Ophelia it was suddenly as though she had done this her entire life. A turn, another turn, and Ophelia was pulled from herself. A billow of smoke rising over Kate’s shoulder and suddenly she was tripping,

“Goodness, Ms. Your food,” She swiftly escaped Kate’s arms, wrapping a dish towel over her hand. She pushed the pan away from the stove, then covered the smoldering food. “I’m so sorry, Ms. I-”

“Don’t worry, it’s alright. Here,” Kate opened the top cabinet and pulled down a loaf of bread.

“No, no I should make,”

“You’re not in trouble, it was my fault anyways.” Kate quickly put together a simple sandwich, and bid her goodnight as Ophelia scraped out the pan. She shook even after Kate had left, a deep quiet enveloping the room, she cleaned as quickly as she could, running back up the stairs and climbing into bed.

She barely slept that night. Tossing back and forth, images of what had transpired never leaving her mind. What was this? She could not get Kate Bishop out of her head, and she knew not why. Kate scared her. Terrified her, in fact. Who was to say why? She hardly knew her, but it was clear Kate was nothing more than an open book, that was irritating because she seemed to be the only one who failed to read her. Socialite, that was the word for such a woman. All of this and more, the way Kate had looked at her, the way she had taken her hand and rested the other on her back. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before, she had never been asked to dance, boys in school had never noticed her, she was a specter, a stranger on the street you hardly noticed, but Kate. Kate had noticed her, and she couldn’t see why her employer might pursue companionship. Certainly it wasn’t common for maids and their mistresses to be friends was it? There seemed a clear divide of employee and employer to the other staff.

Turning over, her head beginning to ache, and the hour feeling impossibly late, the only thing left to feel was the place on her back where Kate’s hand had been

[daxwritesstories]

Fabulously Wealthy: Episode 3 - Alex

SCENE 1

INT. Kitchen - Day

Ace and Cyra are in the kitchen together, listening to music and dancing. The music is coming from a large stereo in the living room. It's currently playing "Hands" by Kylie Minogue.

When the rap part begins, Ace and Cyra sing along to it.

ACE & CYRA (rapping): Big drop on the bassline

Tick-tock on the waistline

Don't rush, baby, take time

'Cause I'm down for a late night

And I'm up for a good time

Ain't nobody killin' my vibe

Cyra dramatically sings the background vocals.

CYRA (singing): Ain't nobody killing my vibe

ACE (rapping): What you think this is, huh?

Ace and Cyra playfully point at each other as they rap.

ACE & CYRA (rapping): You're king of that but I'm queen of this

There ain't no debate when I ride the beat

Cyra does a steering wheel motion and sways her hips on that line.

ACE & CYRA (rapping): Go mad for you, oh, when I ride the beat

Right? Yeah

Everything I do is so right, yeah

Barbie!

Cyra points at Ace when she says "Barbie" and Ace also points at himself.

ACE & CYRA (rapping): I'm that cherry on top of the cake

All up in your face

I'm about to give you a taste

When the chorus starts, Cyra sings it while Ace just lip-syncs and dances more.

CYRA (singing): Whenever I feel your hands all over me

It's like I'm up in heaven, I'm in a dream

I never knew your love, love would set me free

But now I see

You're taking me to places I've never been

It's like I'm up in heaven, I'm in a dream

No, I never knew your love would set me free

The doorbell rings and they both stop dancing. Cyra runs over to the front door, stopping at the stereo to turn the volume down. She quickly checks out the window beside the door and gasps in excitement.

Cyra opens the door and Alex is standing there.

CYRA: Alex!

Cyra throws her arms around Alex, making them stumble back a bit. Alex giggles.

ALEX: Hi, Cyra.

Cyra pulls away from Alex and smiles at them.

CYRA: You found me!

ALEX: I told you I would.

ACE: That didn't take long.

When Alex hears Ace talk, they walk into the house and look around for him. They smile when they see him in the kitchen.

ALEX: Hi, Ace!

ACE: How's it going, Alex?

ALEX: It's going alright.

Alex sits down on of the bar stools. Cyra closes the door and hurries over to sit next to Alex.

ACE: How'd you manage to find us?

ALEX: I have my ways. And Cyra left me a couple hints.

Ace raises an eyebrow at Cyra, who just smiles sheepishly.

ALEX: Don't worry. No one else will be able to find you.

ACE: We can only hope...

Ace turns around to look in the fridge. Alex looks at Cyra.

ALEX: How much money did you take anyway?

CYRA: Uh...

ACE: Way more than I asked for.

Alex laughs and looks around.

ALEX: Well, you bought a pretty nice house with it.

ACE: It's alright.

CYRA: We're still in the process of replacing all the furniture. Ace isn't gonna be happy with it until then.

ACE: I never said I'd be happy with it. We'll have to make some more changes, but the furniture is a start.

CYRA: Oh.

ALEX: I'd probably replace the furniture too if I were you. It's a little... boring.

ACE: Exactly.

Ace closes the fridge, holding a package of strawberries.

ACE: Would you like some fruit?

ALEX: What'd you call me?

Ace and Cyra both laugh.

ALEX: Sure, I love strawberries.

Ace walks over to Alex and sets the strawberries down on the counter.

ACE: They're the best.

All three of them start eating the fruit.

ALEX: So, what are you two doing today?

ACE: We have to finish setting up my new store, and we have a new employee to train.

ALEX: You're opening a store?

ACE: Cyra didn't tell you?

Alex looks at Cyra.

ALEX: She didn't tell me much...

CYRA: Sorry... I was too afraid to tell you the entire plan.

ALEX: No worries. You can tell me it now though, right?

Cyra looks at Ace, waiting for permission.

ACE: We'll tell you whatever you need to know.

Alex smiles.

ALEX: Whatever I need to know?

ACE (playfully): Don't get greedy, bitch.

ALEX: But I'm a princess! I'm always greedy.

Alex points at the tiara they're wearing.

ACE: Mm... I'm the queen though.

Cyra smiles and bounces excitedly in her seat as she watches them tease each other.

CYRA: Oh! Do you wanna come to the store with us, Alex?

ACE: You don't have to do that. It'll probably be boring.

Alex shrugs.

ALEX: I don't mind. I kind of wanna see it.

SCENE 2

INT. The Diamond Label - Day

Cyra is unpacking boxes on one side of the store. Alex is sitting on one of the display tables, watching her and chatting. Ace is on the other side of the store with Nalani.

ACE: So the idea is to always have a few empty spaces in the bags section. That way people assume that they're popular items. And it makes customers feel just a little pressured to make a decision faster, lest someone else buy the one they want first.

NALANI: I see... Should I be pressuring the customers too?

ACE: No need. I think your natural charms will work just fine.

Nalani giggles and blushes.

ACE: Oh! Let me show to the washrooms while you're here. They're just up the stairs here.

NALANI: Oh, thank you.

Ace leads Nalani up the stairs.

ACE: You may leave to get water anytime you need. I'm sure it won't take you long.

NALANI: No, not at all.

We cut to where Cyra and Alex are.

ALEX: Are these the rest of the boxes? Or are there more?

CYRA: I hope there isn't more. Ace said I have to finish unpacking everything today.

ALEX: Well then, you better work faster.

Alex gives Cyra a playful smile.

CYRA: I'm trying, but it doesn't help that you're here distracting me.

Alex responds by pulling the hem of their skirt up slightly, exposing more of their thighs. They stick their tongue out and wink at Cyra, their fake eyelashes batting up and down.

Cyra inhales sharply and tries to calm herself.

CYRA: See? Not helpful.

Alex laughs. Their phone suddenly buzzes next to them on the table. They pick it up to read the text.

ALEX: Ugh! Not this bitch again.

CYRA: Who?

ALEX: Jade Rosa. Heard of her?

CYRA: Nope.

ALEX: I hadn't either until I came into town looking for you. She comes up to me at a bar one night and asks me to join her club.

Alex puts on a hyper-feminine voice to mimic Jade.

ALEX: She was all like, "Oh my god, you're so pretty! You should do my makeup!" Like, no bitch.

Alex rolls their eyes and puts their phone down.

CYRA: A club?

ALEX: Yeah. Apparently clubs are all the rage around here. Jade kept telling me not to join anybody else's. I guess there's a whole system and hierarchy between them.

CYRA: I didn't know that...

Cyra stops what she's doing to think.

ALEX: It sounds like it could be fun, but I'm not joining a club with annoying people.

Cyra laughs and goes back to unpacking boxes.

CYRA: Fair enough.

ALEX: And I live way too far from here.

CYRA: You should move here.

Alex smiles at Cyra.

ALEX (teasingly): You'd like that, wouldn't you?

CYRA: I would. I don't have any friends here.

ALEX: You haven't met anyone yet?

CYRA: Well, this only my second time meeting Nalani. And Ace knows this one guy in our neighborhood named Roman, but he kinda pisses me off.

Alex tilts their head.

ALEX: Why's that?

CYRA: Uh, I don't wanna talk about it.

ACE (from across the store): How's going over there, Cyra?

Cyra and Alex both look at the stairs. Ace and Nalani are walking down them together.

CYRA: It's going good!

ACE: Great, because there's another truck coming in about twenty minutes.

Cyra throws her head back in despair.

CYRA: Ugh! Why me?!

Alex just laughs.

SCENE 3

INT. Kitchen - Evening

Ace and Cyra are sitting at the large glass dining table, eating dinner.

CYRA: Have you heard about the club scene here?

ACE: The nightclubs?

CYRA: No, like, actual clubs. Ones that host gatherings and shit.

Ace thinks for a moment.

ACE: I didn't know that was a thing.

CYRA: Alex was telling me about it. They said there's a whole system and a hierarchy.

ACE: A hierarchy?

CYRA: Yeah. Alex didn't know a lot about it, but it sounds interesting.

ACE: You think so?

CYRA: Don't you?

ACE: Well...

Ace tilts his head from side to side, considering it.

ACE: I do love a good popularity contest. I always win. But I'm not interested in joining a club. You know I hate being told what to do.

CYRA: Yeah, I know. That's why we should start our own club! It might help us get famous.

Ace pauses and looks at Cyra.

ACE: Okay, now you have my attention.

Cyra giggles.

CYRA: You would obviously have to be the leader, since I won't listen to anyone else.

Ace smiles and leans his elbow on the table.

ACE: What kind of club would it be, pup?

CYRA: I don't know. Just one where we have fun, I guess. But it should be invite-only. We only want the coolest people to hang out with us.

ACE: Hm... That's a pretty vague description. I doubt we'd get any members with just that. We would need something more appealing.

CYRA (sarcastically): Like what? Play chess?

Ace snickers.

ACE: I'm sure we can come up with something. Maybe we should find out what the other clubs are doing...

CYRA: How do we do that?

ACE: I'll ask Roman about it. He might know something.

SCENE 4

INT. Roman's house - Day

Roman is sitting at the dining table, smoking a cigarette. Ace is slowly pacing around the kitchen, looking at everything.

ROMAN: The clubs? I don't really pay attention to those.

ACE: But you've been living here for years. You must know something about them.

ROMAN: Uh...

Roman sighs and closes his eyes, thinking hard. Ace runs his finger along the countertop and then looks at his fingertip. He seems a little disgusted by the dust-level.

Roman seems to remember something and opens his eyes again.

ROMAN: There's a website for them. I don't know if it's official or anything, but it has a list of all the clubs and their members. Ah, what was it called?

Roman ashes his cigarette in a tray in the center of the table. He rubs his forehead, trying to remember the name.

ROMAN: It's something like, "get together dot com"? I think?

Ace raises an eyebrow and takes his phone out of his pocket. He starts typing on it, his acrylic nails clicking against the screen.

ROMAN: Why are you asking anyway? Thinking of starting one?

ACE: Maybe.

Roman laughs.

ROMAN: That sounds like it could be fun if you're the one running it. What would Ace Diamond's club be all about?

ACE: No idea. That's why I want to see what the other clubs are like. Mine would have to be better than theirs.

Roman laughs again and takes a drag of his cigarette.

ACE: Ah, here it is. Let's see... There's a list of all the clubs.

Ace reads the webpage on his phone.

ACE: A gardening club, a chess club, a gym club, a cooking club... All of these sound boring as hell.

ROMAN: That's why I never gave a shit about them.

ACE: Here we go! A partying club. That's at least something.

Roman's phone rings. He picks it up from the table and groans when he sees the caller ID. He reluctantly answers it.

ROMAN: What?

Roman takes another drag as he listens.

ROMAN: I told you I'm not doing daytime shows anymore. No one comes to them anyway.

Roman rolls his eyes.

ROMAN: Well, I'm definitely not doing one today. I have better things to do right now...

Roman looks Ace up and down while he's not paying attention.

ROMAN (sarcastically): Oh no, what a fuckin' nightmare that would be.

We hear the person on the phone start yelling. Roman just sighs and hangs up.

ACE: Manager again?

ROMAN: Yeah, show-business ain't all it's cracked up to be.

Ace giggles. Roman leans back and checks out Ace again.

ROMAN: I know one type of club that no one around here has made yet.

ACE: And what's that?

ROMAN: An adults-only club. Know what I mean?

Ace looks up from his phone.

ACE: A sex club?

ROMAN: Well, not just sex. Drinking and partying are adult activities too.

ACE: Sounds trashy.

ROMAN: Hey, it's just an idea.

Ace has a thoughtful look on his face.

SCENE 5

INT. Restaurant - Day

Alex and Cyra are sitting at a table together. They both have burgers in front of them.

ALEX: So, how has it been living with Ace so far?

Cyra shrugs.

CYRA: It's fun.

ALEX: Everything you ever hoped for?

CYRA: Well...

ALEX: Oh!

CYRA: No, no! I'm very happy about it. It's just... a lot different than I was expecting. Not in a bad way though.

ALEX: I had a feeling you would say that.

Cyra looks confused.

CYRA: What? Why?

ALEX: Up until now you'd only been having sleepovers with Ace. Never more than one night at a time. That's not the same as living with someone.

CYRA: Yeah, I guess... Our house is pretty big though, so it's easy to avoid each other if we need space.

ALEX: Do you, like, sleep in the same bed and stuff?

Cyra shakes her head.

CYRA: No. I have my own room. But most of the time I sleep in this thing that Ace got for me. It's in his room, right at the foot of the bed.

Alex smiles mischievously and leans in closer.

ALEX: What kind of thing?

CYRA: You know!

ALEX: A cage? Like he promised?

Cyra looks around to make sure no one overheard. She then lowers her voice.

CYRA: Yes...

Alex laughs.

ALEX: I had a feeling. Don't think I haven't noticed your new collar.

Cyra smiles and gently touches her collar.

ALEX: Is that everything you hoped for?

CYRA: Yes! It's even better than I thought it would be. I can't take it off myself and it's so heavy that I never forget it's there.

Alex giggles.

ALEX: I would say that's a big commitment, but I expected nothing less from you two.

CYRA: He's my everything.

ALEX: I know.

Cyra smiles and glances around the restaurant. When she speaks again she uses a more somber tone.

CYRA: When are you flying back home?

ALEX: Day after tomorrow.

Cyra sighs and looks down at her lap.

CYRA: Are you sure you can't stay a little longer?

ALEX: You know I would if I could. My boss is gonna kill me if I'm not back on time.

CYRA: You don't even like that place...

ALEX: I don't, but it pays well. It costs a lot of money to look this cheap.

That makes Cyra reluctantly smile.

ALEX: I'll come visit you whenever I can. I promise.

Cyra thinks for a moment, avoiding eye contact.

CYRA: You should think about moving here. I know we were joking about it the other day, but it really would mean the world to me.

Alex sighs.

ALEX: Well... to tell you the truth, I've been considering it. You and Ace understand me so well. It sucks that you're not around anymore.

CYRA: What if we bought you a place?

Alex raises an eyebrow at Cyra, not believing her.

ALEX: You shouldn't say something like that unless you mean it.

CYRA: I do mean it! Yeah, I would have to ask Ace first, since all the money is in his name now, but I think he would do it. He likes you a lot, you know.

ALEX: Oh, I know. But that's a lot to ask.

Cyra sighs and glances to the side. She looks sad.

ALEX: I'd have to find another place to work.

CYRA: This place has a pretty lively nightclub scene. I'm sure at least one of those places is hiring.

ALEX: Hm...

CYRA: I don't mean to pressure you. I just... want you to think about it.

Alex smiles at Cyra.

ALEX: I will.

SCENE 6

EXT. The Diamond Label - Morning

Ace, Cyra, and Nalani are standing outside the front doors, in front of a large ribbon. A crowd of people are gathered in front of the steps. Ace is holding a pair of over-sized scissors.

ACE: I just want to say thank you to everyone who came out to support us today. I know that this seems like an unlikely place to open a designer-label outlet, but I have faith in this community. Everyone here deserves to have access to luxury items.

A few people cheer.

ACE: Here's to all the wonderful people in this city!

Ace cuts the ribbon with the giant scissors and the crowd cheers. Ace, Cyra, and Nalani smile as several people with expensive cameras take pictures. Cyra supportively rubs Ace's back.

SCENE 7

INT. The Diamond Label - Day

The store is busy with customers. Ace and Nalani are talking to customers with friendly smiles. Cyra, on the other hand, is leaning against one of the wall, looking at her phone.

A woman with long black hair, wearing a red dress, approaches her.

BELLA: Excuse me, um, do you work here?

Bella points at the name-tag pinned to Cyra's tank top. Cyra looks at Bella and then down at her name-tag.

CYRA: Oh! Yes, I do. Sorry I wasn't paying attention.

BELLA: It's okay, dear. I was just wondering if these bags come in red?

Bella points at a shelf with bag that come in several different colors. None of them are red though.

CYRA: Um...

Cyra steps in front of the shelves to look at the bags.

CYRA: Unfortunately we only have the colors that are on display here.

Bella looks disappointed.

BELLA: Oh... I see.

Cyra panics at Bella's response. She glances at Ace, who is a few feet away from, talking to a group of customers.

CYRA: Would you mind waiting a moment? I might be able to pull some strings for you.

Bella smiles.

BELLA: Really?

CYRA: Yes, but don't tell anyone else. Okay?

BELLA: Okay!

CYRA: What's your name?

BELLA: Bella.

CYRA: Perfect! I'll be right back.

Cyra hurries over to Ace. He notices her right away and asks the customers he's with to give him a moment. He then turns to Cyra and speaks to her in a hushed tone.

ACE: What is it?

CYRA: See that pretty lady in the red dress behind me?

Ace glances over Cyra's shoulder and sees Bella standing right where Cyra left her.

ACE: Mhm...

CYRA: She wants one of those bags but in red.

Ace looks at Bella again, studying her.

ACE: You think she's a serious buyer?

CYRA: Look at her jewelry. Those diamonds look real to me. I know a rich woman when I see one.

Ace thinks for a moment.

ACE: Let me go talk to her.

Cyra follows Ace back to where Bella is.

CYRA: Bella, this is Ace. He's the owner.

BELLA: Oh! Um, nice to meet you...

Ace smiles and bats his eyelashes at Bella.

ACE: Hello, dear. Cyra tells me you're looking for one of these in red?

BELLA: Yes. But I understand if that's not possible.

ACE: We can make one custom for you.

BELLA: You can?

ACE: For a beautiful woman like you? Of course!

Bella smiles and brushes her hair behind her ear.

BELLA: Oh, well, thank you...

Cyra gets jealous as she watches their interaction. She frowns and withdraws from the conversation, not looking at either of them.

Ace begins to write on his tablet with the stylus.

ACE: If I could just get your name and phone number. We'll contact you as soon as it's ready, darling.

Bella blushes and giggles.

BELLA: Alright.

Cyra inhales and bites her tongue.

CYRA: Excuse me...

Cyra steps away from Bella and Ace and heads for the stairs.

SCENE 8

INT. The Diamond Label washrooms - Day

Cyra bursts into the single-stall bathroom and heads straight for the sink. She turns the water on, as cold as possible, and holds her hands under the tap.

She gently dabs the water onto her cheekbones with her fingers. After doing this a couple of times, she calms down a bit. She stares at herself in the mirror, scowling.

CYRA: He's just doing it to make sales.

Cyra's reflection suddenly starts speaking back to her.

CYRA'S REFLECTION: No, he's doing it because he doesn't care about you.

CYRA: Shut up! He cares about me.

CYRA'S REFLECTION: What? You believe that just because he told you? You really are gullible.

Cyra glares at her reflection.

CYRA: Shut up!

Cyra throws a handful of water at the mirror and it makes her reflection go back to normal. She keeps staring at herself in the mirror, making sure it won't say anything else to her.

Suddenly, the door opens and Nalani walks in. She freezes when she sees Cyra.

NALANI: Oh! Ms. Drake, I'm so sorry–

CYRA (flatly): Don't worry about it.

Cyra quickly exits the washroom, pushing past Nalani. Nalani watches her leave, looking confused.

SCENE 9

INT. Cyra's bedroom - Afternoon

Cyra is sitting on the floor, leaning against her bed. She is holding the box that Ace gave her in the previous episode. She's staring at the item inside it, a necklace with a large ruby pendant on it.

BEGIN FLASHBACK

We flash back to the previous episode, when Cyra was sleeping on the living room couch. The lights have been turned off and Cyra is alone.

Cyra wakes up, slowly blinking her eyes open. She doesn't notice the cup of water on her head. She rolls over, causing the cup to fall and the water spills onto her face. Cyra makes a surprised noise and instinctively brings her hands up to her face.

She sits up, wiping the water off of her face. Her eyeliner smudges when she does this.

Now fully awake, Cyra looks around the room. She sees the cup lying on the floor in front of the couch. When she goes to pick it up, she notices the gift box on the coffee table. Abandoning the cup, Cyra grabs the gift box and examines it.

She finds a tag hanging off of the ribbon. She flips it around to read it.

We see a close-up of the tag. It says "Remember that thing you wanted to try? –Love Ace".

Cyra smiles and opens the box. Inside is the ruby necklace.

END FLASHBACK

We see a close-up of the necklace as Cyra stares at it.

ACE: Why don't you put it on?

Cyra looks up in surprise. She sees Ace standing in the doorway with his arms folded.

CYRA: Um...

Cyra glances at the box again.

CYRA: What if I lose it?

ACE: We'll buy another one.

CYRA: But...

Cyra holds the box closer to her chest.

CYRA: I like this one.

Ace walks over to Cyra and stands directly in front of her.

ACE: If you're already that attached to it, then this might be easier than I thought.

CYRA: Do you really think it will work?

ACE: Only one way to find out. Give me it.

Cyra hands the box to Ace. He takes the necklace out and sets the box down on the side table. He pinches the chain between his index finger and thumb, letting the pendant fall to the end. He bends forward, holding the necklace in front of Cyra's eyes.

With a small twist of Ace's wrist, the necklace begins to sway back and forth. Cyra's eyes follow the pendant from side to side. Ace doesn't say anything, just observes her.

Cyra seems mesmerized as she focuses on the pendant, a blank expression on her face.

Suddenly, Ace snaps his fingers and stands up straight, stopping the motion. Cyra flinches and looks up at Ace.

ACE: I didn't even have to tell you to watch the necklace. You just did it. In fact, I didn't have to say anything at all.

CYRA: I'm... uh...

ACE: I was right, this will be easy. Let's do this one more time. When I snap my fingers, you're gonna look at me again. Like you just did.

Ace drops the pendant once more and bends forward. Cyra's immediately focuses on it. Her eyes follow its motion for a while. Ace just observes her again, studying her expression closely.

Ace lets the necklace sway for a bit longer this time. It goes on long enough that Cyra's eyelids begin to fall just slightly. She looks incredibly relaxed.

Once he's sure Cyra's been lulled enough, Ace snaps his fingers. Cyra's gaze snaps upward to look at him. Ace just giggles.

ACE: Good pup.

Cyra smiles happily, still just staring at Ace.

ACE: Come. We have a club to plan.

Cyra gasps excitedly.

CYRA: We're doing it?!

Ace walks toward the door. Cyra quickly gets up and follows him.

ACE: Mhm!

CYRA (excitedly): Let's fucking go!

SCENE 10

INT. Ace & Cyra's study - Afternoon

Ace is standing in front of the whiteboard. The whiteboard has lots of well-organized notes written on it. Cyra is sitting on the desk, watching Ace as explains everything. He's using a stick to point at different sections on the board.

ACE: So, it's standard for every club to have two to five main activities. From what I read, the activities can be pretty much anything. The first two listed are usually the main focus of the club. Some clubs have banned activities too, but not all of them.

Ace moves onto another section. Cyra is concentrating hard on trying to remember everything he's saying.

ACE: Next. Some clubs have requirements for who can join. On top of that, some of them are open to anyone and others are invite-only. Ours will obviously be invite-only, and we will probably have some sort of requirements. We will definitely need an age requirement, but I'll get to that.

Ace points at a list of eleven names on the side of the whiteboard.

ACE: These are all the clubs that are currently active in the city. At least, according to the website. We'll need to do more digging into which ones are the most popular, so we know who our main competition is.

Cyra raises her hand.

ACE: What?

CYRA: Do we know who's in each of the clubs?

ACE: Yes. All their members are listed on the website, along with the names of the leaders.

CYRA: O...kay...

ACE: The final thing you need to know is branding. Each club has a name and an emblem. I already know what ours will be.

CYRA: What will it be?

Ace flips the whiteboard to show that there is even more writing on the other side. At the top of the board "Diamond Dynasty" is written in large letters, with a drawing of a diamond next to it.

ACE: Diamond Dynasty. It's rich, it's royal, it represents everything that I want to be known for. And of course, it has my name in it.

Cyra nods as she reads the new side of the board.

CYRA: Uh-huh... I like it.

Ace remains silent, waiting for Cyra to point something out.

CYRA: Um... Those are some interesting club activities...

ACE: I only have three ideas so far. I think we should have at least two more. So that's where you come in.

Cyra looks unsure.

ACE: What?

Ace glances at the board and smiles mischievously at Cyra.

ACE: Which one do you have a problem with?

Cyra gives Ace an annoyed look.

CYRA: You know which one.

ACE: No, I don't. Not unless you tell me.

Cyra sighs.

CYRA: We're making a swinger's club?

ACE: Yes. That's the main appeal.

CYRA: I'm supposed to be your girlfriend. That was the deal...

ACE: Yes, but monogamy was never part of the deal.

CYRA: That's what dating means.

ACE: No, it doesn't.

CYRA: But–

ACE: It's not my fault you have a naive idea of what it means to be in a relationship.

CYRA: I'm not naive.

ACE: Then what's the problem? I only plan on allowing our friends to be members of the club. I thought you liked casual sex? Or are you scared of it now?

CYRA: That's not the problem!

ACE: What is it then?

CYRA: It was supposed to be just you and me!

Ace frowns and walks up to Cyra. He bends forward to look her directly in the eye.

ACE: If you want my undivided attention then you'd better start paying me for my time.

Cyra gives Ace a pleading look.

CYRA: I gave you every last penny...

ACE: And it may have bought you my love, but it won't buy you exclusivity. I never said I would do that for you.

Cyra frowns and huffs. She jumps off the desk and stomps out of the room. Ace just rolls his eyes and looks at the whiteboard again.

SCENE 11

INT. Upstairs bathroom - Evening

Ace is having a bubble bath. The lights in the bathroom have been dimmed. Ace frowns, thinking about something.

BEGIN FLASHBACK

INT. Ace's old apartment - Night

Ace and Cyra are in the bathroom together. Ace is having a bubble bath and Cyra is sitting on the toilet lid, reading a book.

ACE: What do I have to do to get you to stop studying every time you come over?

CYRA: I have an exam on Monday. If I don't get above 90 percent, my parents are gonna make me see that tutor again.

ACE: And you told them what happened?

Cyra points at herself, not taking her eyes off the book.

CYRA: I'm a liar, remember?

Ace frowns.

ACE: Fucking irresponsible...

Cyra sighs and rest her book on her lap.

CYRA: I'm okay. I can protect myself.

ACE: No you can't.

CYRA: If I can't, then who will?

ACE: I will.

Cyra takes a surprised breath in. She glances down at the floor.

ACE: I'll protect you.

END FLASHBACK

We cut back to Ace sitting in the tub in his current house. He sighs and closes his eyes.

SCENE 12

INT. Ace & Cyra's house - Evening

Ace walks down the stairs, wearing a robe. The ends of his hair are still damp.

ACE: Cyra.

Ace looks around. When he doesn't see Cyra in the main area, he heads for her bedroom.

INT. Cyra's bedroom - Evening

Ace pokes his head into the room and looks around. Cyra is nowhere to be seen.

INT. Ace & Cyra's study - Evening

When Ace steps into the study, he finds that it's empty too. He goes back into the main area.

INT. Ace & Cyra's house - Evening

ACE: Okay, Cyra, where are you?

Ace waits for a response. Nothing. He glances at the bathroom, but the door is wide open and the room is empty.

ACE: Hm...

A faint buzzing can be heard. It catches Ace's attention immediately and he follows the sound into the kitchen. It quickly stops though. Ace stops too, listening carefully.

The buzzing starts again. It's coming from one of the bottom cupboards. The sound stops even faster, but Ace has already found the source.

He opens the cupboard doors and we see Cyra inside it, lying on her side with her legs folded up. She has her phone in her hands.

CYRA: Dammit! Stupid phone...

ACE: Why are you hiding?

CYRA: I'm not hiding. I just... wanted to be alone in a small dark space.

Ace nods.

ACE: Right. I forgot you like to do that.

Cyra looks sad. She's avoiding eye contact. Ace sighs and sits down on the floor.

ACE: Let's go over what I promised you. I promised that I'd live with you, date you, marry you, protect you, own you, and never let you escape. Am I missing anything?

Cyra sighs too.

CYRA: No...

ACE: I don't plan on breaking any of those promises.

Cyra finally looks at Ace but doesn't say anything.

ACE: You don't need to be scared. You can trust me.

Cyra closes her eyes for a moment.

CYRA: Okay, fine. Let's try out the club thing.

Ace smiles.

ACE: Good pup.

Cyra opens her mouth to reply, but before she can, her phone starts buzzing again. She looks at her phone. Ace snickers.

ACE: Who keeps calling you?

CYRA: It's Alex.

ACE: You'd better answer it then. They're leaving soon.

Ace stands up.

ACE: And get out of the cabinet.

Cyra reluctantly climbs out and stands. She answers her phone.

CYRA: Hello?

EXT. City street - Evening

Alex is standing outside a building with colorful lights.

ALEX: Cyra! I have some good news for you.

INT. Ace & Cyra's house - Evening

Cyra smiles half-heartedly.

CYRA: I could really some good news right now.

ALEX (through the phone): Perfect!

EXT. City street - Evening

ALEX: I found a nightclub here that's hiring. They even offered me a job already, but I asked them to give me a minute so I could contact my people.

INT. Ace & Cyra's house - Evening

Cyra snickers.

CYRA: I'm assuming that I'm "your people"?

Cyra looks at Ace, who's leaning against the counter, listening.

ALEX (through the phone): Yep!

EXT. City street - Evening

Alex glances up at the one of the nightclub's signs. It says "Girls, Boys, & Everything in Between".

ALEX: I'm calling to ask if you were being serious. You know, when we had lunch together?

INT. Ace & Cyra's house - Evening

Cyra's eyes widen. Ace gives her a quizzical look. Cyra speaks directly to him, holding the phone away from her.

CYRA: Can we buy Alex a house here?

Ace opens his mouth in surprise. He takes a deep breath.

NEXT TIME

ROMAN (voiceover): Next time on Fabulously Wealthy...

INT. Ace & Cyra's house - Morning

ACE: We're having our first club meeting tonight.

CYRA: We are?

ACE: Yep!

INT. Ace & Cyra's house - Night

Ace and Roman are on the couch, making out.

CYRA: What's... um...

ALEX: Oh, they've been at it for, like, twenty minutes.

INT. Cyra's bedroom - Night

Cyra is straddling Alex's lap. Cyra has her face buried in Alex's neck.

ALEX: Are you okay with what's happening out there?

Cyra mumbles into Alex's neck.

CYRA: No.

INT. Ace's bedroom - Night

ACE: Roman wants to take you on a date.

Cyra is giving Ace a foot massage in the massage chair.

CYRA: What? Tell him I said no.

ACE: You're going.

EXT. Patio - Evening

CYRA: I love to tell myself stories.

ROMAN: I do the same thing.

Cyra's jaw drops.

CYRA: Are you serious?

ROMAN: Yeah, it's a lot easier to talk to someone who you know really well.

CYRA: Exactly!

INT. Ace & Cyra's study - Late afternoon

Ace is sitting at the desk, typing on the computer. Cyra is sitting under the desk, leaning against one of the metal frames that holds it up. She's looking at her phone.

CYRA: Roman already found something to complain about.

ACE: What is it now?

CYRA: He says there aren't enough girls in the club.

INT. Cyra's bedroom - Night

Cyra is playing piano. She's smiling.

ACE (voiceover): Well, it won't be hard to get girls to join. Women love me.

CYRA (voiceover): Well, you can just look at people and they'll fall for you.

ACE (voiceover): I know. It's annoying sometimes.

Cyra snickers.

[glitterandmoondustofficial]

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Chapter 246: First Day of Work

Notes:

Characters: Ruby Rating: Gen Warnings: None Notes: Hello my friends. I am very sorry that this is so late. Baldur's Gate 3 has taken over my life and I am simply a shell. Here's the next chapter!

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It truly was a crime that Ruby wasn’t an heiress to an amazing family fortune, living it up in her mansion surrounded by her jewelry, clothes, and her boyfriend. Instead, she was a pirate who was on a dangerous mission for said boyfriend’s sake. The worst part was that she had to have a job again. A real job. He had to actually work instead of just stealing or finding treasure chests!

She sighed in her small bathroom mirror. Her hair was in a ponytail and her glasses were on. She wore some neutral makeup and her clothes were plain. Just beans and a black tank top. She had to remember that she was trying to be subtle. She couldn’t stick out the way she used to. No more “edgy skank” clothing as Jun so delicately described her. She had to blend in. 

She ate a quick breakfast of berries, oats, and yogurt before walking to the flower shop. Ruby saw in the window that the shop owner, Maria, was struggling to carry boxes. Ruby knocked on the door. Maria looked behind the box and grinned so widely that Ruby swore she’d split her face.

Maria set down the box on the ground before rushing to the door.

“You came!” She said, “Come in, come in!” She ushered Ruby in.

“Of course, I came. I said I would,” Ruby responded as Maria closed the door behind them. 

“Oh, well, you know how it is trying to get good help these days. Everyone wants a job at the palace, to serve under the king and queen, no one wants to do these little jobs.” Maria walked over to the box to pick it up. 

“Let me do that,” Ruby said. She walked over to pick up the box with ease. She looked at Maria who was gaping at her. “Where should I put this?”

“Wha-Oh! Yes, please put this on the counter for now. They’re new pots for people to purchase for their own plants.”

Ruby nodded and placed the box on the counter. “Anything else you need me to carry?”

“Actually, if you don’t mind, I do.”

“I don’t mind at all. It is my job to help, isn’t it?” Ruby smiled at her. Maria nodded multiple times before leading her into the backroom where there were more items to pick up and move around.

The rest of the early morning was spent by Ruby moving heavy objects around and Maria directing her where to put them. Maria even asked if Ruby could rearrange the heavy tables in the shop so it was easier to walk. Ruby did so easily, not breaking a sweat.

Maria offered Ruby some coffee with sweetened condensed milk as she opened the shop. Ruby sipped her coffee, already loving this new combination, thinking about all the times she and Law spent drinking coffee in the early mornings. 

When Maria approached her after opening the shop, she handed her an apron. “I know this is dirty, I didn’t expect to ever get help, but give me a week and I’ll get you a brand new one!”

Ruby smiled and put the apron on. “No big deal, I can wear a dirty apron. I’m around dirt all the time anyway.” Ruby tucked her ring behind the apron causally, not really thinking about it.

“That’s a pretty ring,” Maria commented. 

Ruby placed her hand over the ring. “Thanks,” she said.

Maria cocked her head. “If you don’t mind me asking, why are you so strong?”

Ruby snorted at how blunt she had been. “Well, it’s easier than having to rely on someone else to do my gardening for me,” she lied with a smile. “Sometimes it takes quite a bit of strength to run around with those plants in a greenhouse.”

“And you did all of that yourself? No help?”

“Well, I wasn’t alone,” she said. “I may have done the gardening and greenhouse by myself, but I had my husband to rely on if I needed him.”

Maria scoffed, surprising Ruby. “Sorry, it’s just. Men. Leaving the hard work to the women.”

Ruby grinned. “Yeah. Men.”

The day went by quickly, Ruby spent most of the day tending to the live plants but would help Maria out at the counter when she asked. Maria was impressed that Ruby was already knowledgeable about using a cash register and Ruby smiled to herself, not needing to mention that she knew how to use one from all the times she stole from them.

The sun was starting to set when the doorbell rang. Ruby looked over from the plant to see a large man in the doorway. He looked at her nervously, seeming quite timid. Ruby opened her mouth to greet him but Maria got to him first.

“Antonio! What are you doing here so late?” She rushed over to him. 

“Sorry, Maria, for coming so late,” he apologized in an incredibly soft voice. “Mama isn’t feeling well so I thought I would buy her some flowers.”

Maria smiled, brightly with a small flush on her face. Ruby’s eyebrow rose. “Well, of course! I have some right here for you!”

Ruby watched the two interact. They were both so…quiet…timid. They were carefully around each other. Ruby wondered how long they had known each other. Antonio left with his flowers and Maria flipped the sign to “CLOSED” on the door. She sighed with a smile and turned to Ruby.

“Good job today. You’ve already been so helpful. Let’s close up and head home.”

Ruby nodded. She started to sweep the floor thoughtfully. “You two seemed to have known each other.”

“Me and Antonio? Oh! We’re just friends. We’ve known each other forever but it’s nothing more than that! Never have I once thought about us dating!” She chuckled nervously.

Ruby blinked. “I, uh, didn’t think you were. I was just curious who he was,” she said, now acutely aware of what it’s like to watch someone deny they have a crush on someone. 

“Right. He’s, uh, a carpenter,” she said and walked to the counter. She ran her hand over the counter. “He’s the one who made all of the furniture for this shop. He’s the best around. Even the king has had him make things for the palace!”

Ruby looked at the table she was nearby. They had been incredibly stable and heavy, they were very well-made. “I can tell,” she said. “Is it a family business?”

Maria shook her head. “No, well, maybe,” she said and squinted her eyes. “It’s a little strange. Antonio and his mother have always lived in the apartment above their workshop but his mother didn’t know anything about carpentry. Antonio just…figured it out on his own.”

Maria didn’t mention anything about his father, so Ruby didn’t press. She knew all about not having parents, afterall.  Still, it was interesting that someone who was this skilled just learned it without being taught anything. Then again, Ruby taught herself everything as well. Perhaps it wasn’t that strange of a situation.

Maria and Ruby closed the shop and bid each other good night. Ruby walked to her apartment while her stomach growled. Oh, she was so hungry. What’s worse, she had to make the food herself. No Clione to make her her favorite treats after a long day in the greenhouse. 

She sighed and walked into her tiny apartment. She kicked off her shoes and let her hair down from the pony tail. She made a quick meal of a sandwich and carrot juice. After showering she crawled into bed and sighed.

It was so strange, going from nights on the Polar Tang to being alone in an apartment. She had gone from late night board games and drinks to staring at the wall at 9:00 at night in the dark. She missed the sea shanties from drunken crewmates. She missed the snacks Clione made for her. She missed crawling into bed with Law for late night cuddles. 

Now she was alone. She ate alone. She slept alone. She woke up alone. 

She stared at the den den mushi on the kitchen counter, tempting her to call Law just to hear his voice. She sighed and collapsed onto her back with a huff. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Who knows who was paying attention to these calls, if anyone was. Doflamingo definitely had total control over the island from what she could tell, she wondered if he had his own ways of listening in on calls.

That thought terrified her. The last thing she wanted was to reveal Law’s plan.

She sighed and turned on her side, reaching for the bottle of muscle relaxers on the nightstand. She popped one into her mouth and took her final sip of carrot juice before slipping into a slumber where she was plagued by nightmares about Doflamingo killing her beloved.

[inner-visionz]

Chapter 2

I wake up the next morning and rub my face as I groan. This couch makes me so stiff when I wake up despite being very comfortable. I should get out of these clothes that I wore all day yesterday and slept in. I get up and stretch all my stiff muscles. I quietly go to my bedroom and slowly open the door so I don't disturb the sleeping zombie in my bed. I see half of my stuffed animals on the floor and Stuart spread out like a starfish on my bed. All four of his limbs go corner to corner on my queen sized bed. Man he's so lanky. I study my bed a bit more to see if Sherbert ended up on the floor. But I see him lying beside Stuart tucked between his torso and arm. Like where a partner would lay to cuddle.

The small gesture of knowing he moved him so he wouldn't get kicked off in the middle of the night made me feel so happy and giddy that I smile and my whole body tenses up as a stim. He's the first person since I've been here to take into consideration how much a stuffed animal means to me.

I go to my closet and slowly open it. I grab a Type O Negative t-shirt that has the band drawn as zombies and ripped up black skinny jeans. I glance over to make sure Stuart is still asleep then I face the wall and take off my shirt. I grab my chest binder off my desk and struggle putting it on as I always do. I put my new shirt over it then take off my pants and put on clean ones. I run my hands vigorously over my now flat chest as a stim. I still have the smile on my face from when I first walked in.

"I think that's the second best thing I've woken up to", I hear a chuckle from behind me.

I jump and turn around with a bright red face. "Stuart! I thought you were asleep!"

"I was. I just happened to open my eyes at the best part" he smirks.

I sigh and rub my forehead. "Whatever, at least I was in boxer briefs and not something else and it's not like you could see my chest" I say in an annoyed tone.

"Damn, what a shame", he says as he carefully sits up and places Sherbert back in the position I had him when I brought Stuart in last night.

"You know you're flirting with a guy right? Also you have a girlfriend so maybe don't flirt with me?"

He looks at the ground with confusion written all over his face. "Oh yeah..hmm this is confusing", he tries to mumble quietly enough so I wouldn't hear. "Anyway I'm allowed to look at the menu I just can't order".

"Are guys on that menu?"

"Well…no, ah you could be the limited time special" he grins.

"Okay this conversation is over. Go to the living room", I demand as I go to the opposite side of the bed to start picking up the stuffed animals. "And..thank you for making sure Sherbert didn't fall on the floor..it made me really happy", I say quietly.

Stuart gives me a toothy grin. "Of course, I made a promise didn't I?" He says as he walks out of the bedroom. I smile to myself and arrange my stuffies back the way they were.

Once I get done I go to the living room to find Stuart ogling at my dark decor like Murdoc did.

"This is a complete 180 from your bedroom", He snickers.

"I like both styles, now make yourself at home and I'll get us food, is cereal okay?"

"Yeah that's fine", he says as he glances at my altar and scrunches his face. "What's that?"

"Oh, that's my altar please don't touch the statue or the cards. It's not for the same reason as Sherbert, you'll just get your energy on my cards, feel free to look at the crystals though". I say as I go to the kitchen. I quickly make two bowls of cereal and go back to the living room. I watch Stuart pick up the lighter and easily light Loki's candle.

"That's..odd", I say.

"I'm sorry I just like the scent, was I not supposed to do that?"

I set a bowl down on the coffee table for him and sit down with mine on the couch. "No you're fine it's just, that's Loki's candle and I asked Murdoc to light it for me last night but he couldn't get the lighter to start because Loki didn't want him to light it. It had to be me".

He comes over to grab his bowl and sit on the opposite side of the couch. "You get more strange every time I talk to you". He says as he takes a bite of his food.

"Is that a compliment?"

He thinks for a second then glances around the room and back at me. "Yeah, I think I'm becoming fond of it".

—-----

Over the next few weeks all three of us would hang out often and sit around and smoke. We'd talk a lot which was a really good way to bond with my future band mates. Everytime 2d came over (the nickname stuck and it grew on me) he'd ask to say hi to Sherbert. I'd always tell him he didn't have to take it that far but he insisted that he had to say hello to his former bed mate. 2D also admitted that he liked seeing my giant goofy grin when he did it. Eventually, Murdoc asked who Sherbert was so I had to let the cat out of the bag that Im autistic and his only response was 'that explains why you're so weird but you'll fit right in then'. These two misfits automatically accepted who I was without question and it made me that much more fond of them.

Occasionally Paula would join in but she'd give me the cold shoulder. I'd try to strike up conversations with her but I'd only get one word replies or a 'hmm'. Eventually, I just stopped trying all together. But I did see how 2D would look at her and how he acted. He really loved her, so I wrote off his attempts at flirting as him just being a flirt and it meant nothing.

Recently Murdoc gave the news that he bought a haunted studio with a cemetery in the middle of nowhere. He also informed us that the previous owner handed him the keys and ran away screaming. Because that's always a good sign. He invited me to live with him and 2D which I happily agreed with.

The boys moved their stuff in first so they could help with mine. I realized very quickly as I stepped foot in the building that I had to turn off my 6th sense so I wouldn't get dizzy. The amount of spiritual energy was almost debilitating, but no one else seems to notice. I guess it's a drawback to working in the craft, I've become sensitive to these things.

I finally arrange my room how it was back at my flat except I had to cram my goth decor and altar into one room. I look around one last time to make sure I had everything, but I look on the bed to see that Sherbert isn't there. A wave of anxiety rushes over me as I realize I left him in the living room downstairs when 2d distracted me. I run downstairs and see Paula holding him by the ear with a judgmental look on her face.

I try to keep my body from lunging at her so I just stand a few feet from her. "Please give him back", I say as I keep my voice from quivering.

2D has a horrified expression on his face as he looks over at me then he turns his attention towards Paula. He knows exactly what's going to happen if she doesn't listen. He starts to say something but she cuts him off.

"Oh? Is this yours?" She asks mockingly. Her tone started to make my blood boil.

"Yes, give him back", I make sure to take slow deep breaths so I keep calm.

"Such a fuss over a stupid toy, here", she says as she holds him out in front of her, "Oh oops". She lets go of him so I immediately see red and take a step towards her with full intention of making her eat her teeth. I'm stopped by 2D stepping in front of me before I take another step. He calmly places Sherbert to my chest which makes me calm down a bit.

"He's okay, I didn't let him touch the floor. See? He's alright". He whispers so only I could hear. I hold Sherbert tightly to my chest as tears start streaming down. I walk quickly back to my room and don't notice that 2D follows me. I slam my door behind me and go to a corner in my room and sit on the floor with my knees to my chest crying as I hold my stuffed animal tightly. I start to hyperventilate and grab fistfuls of hair then tug at the roots to try and calm myself down.

I hear my door open but I don't look up to see who it is. They walk over and kneel down in front of me and try to talk gently to me but I can't process what's being said.

I feel a pair of hands carefully pull my hands away from my head then place their hands on my cheeks. I almost immediately calm down enough to realize it's 2D in front of me. He rubs my tears away and looks at me with concern.

"I'm so sorry, I tried to get her to put him down before you saw, but I didn't want to explain too much as to why". He explains.

I take a big deep breath then gently remove 2D's hands off my face. "It's not your fault, thank you for calming me down, you should get back to Paula so she doesn't have a reason to hate me more". I say bluntly.

"I'm not leaving until I know you're okay, she may be my girlfriend but that doesn't mean I defend her when she's in the wrong. Besides you're my friend too".

I sigh. "You must think I'm pathetic for getting so distraught over a stuffed animal".

He sighs also. "You're right I don't understand it. I don't understand why he means so much to you and I don't understand why it would make you get like this. But I know it makes you happy and having something that makes you happy is something I understand. I know you're not exactly normal but I wouldn't change anything about you".

I look up to see him smiling sweetly at me.

All I can mutter is a soft thank you. He has a hint of softness in his eyes and I think he notices it too and quickly stands up.

"I should go, you seem to be better", he says then quickly leaves my room leaving me alone and wondering where the sudden change of mood came from. I stand up and lay on the side of the bed with no stuffed animals. I curl up in a ball and just lay there, feeling completely burnt out.

It's not too long after I laid down that I hear a knock at my door followed by Murdoc's voice.

"Come in", I say sitting up and rubbing my forehead. Murdoc walks in with his eyebrows narrowed and crosses his arms at me. "What?" I say.

"Oh I just so happened to overhear a rather loud argument about you", He says.

I look down and silently sigh. I had a feeling that would happen which is why I told him to leave me alone.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen" I say softly.

"It's not your fault he decided to comfort you, and it's not his fault that he wanted to make sure his friend was okay, she just gets jealous".

"No shit, do you know what made me that upset?"

"All I heard was 'stuffed animal' and I knew what happened, I also heard something along the lines of 'if I didn't care about you I would've let him beat your ass' which was the most interesting part of the argument". He gives me an almost proud smile.

"Yeah..I almost did", I say a bit ashamed of it. I can't start fights with my friend's girlfriend. I should've tried to keep calm better. Stuart was my first real friend. I can't lose him and I know if it came down to me or Paula it would be Paula.

Murdoc comes and sits beside me on the bed. "Look, I came to give you a tip".

"Are you gonna buy me dinner first?" I say bluntly but in a joking manner.

He flicks my forehead. "Don't flatter yourself lad, I don't buy anyone dinner", he gives a gross sounding chuckle, "The tip is maybe avoid 2D for a while, let them be alone".

"I was already thinking about that..um that doesn't mean he won't be my friend anymore right?" I ask with worry in my voice.

"No no, it doesn't mean don't talk to him at all, it just means keep it short and don't spend any alone with him, not even for 5 seconds".

I nod, "Right, well I'm gonna smoke and listen to music and probably stay in my room all day if you want to join. Not that I exactly have a choice of who to hangout with".

"Geez, don't make it sound like I'm the worst possible companion right now", he grumbles.

I chuckle. "Sorry I actually meant that I would really like your company right now", I smile at him so he knows I mean it.

"I suppose I could bless you with my presence a bit", he smiles and rubs his chin, "Now go light up".

I get up from my bed then open the window on my way to grab my metal tin that had a small bag and a few joints. I grab the bag along with the grinder then grab my red, glass bong.

I watch Murdoc smile when he sees it as I sit on the bed and prepare the bowl. I go to take the first hit. I light the bowl and hear the satisfying bubbling sounds as I fill the bong with smoke. I take the bowl out and suck it into my lungs. I cough as I exhale a giant puff of smoke. This leads me to coughing my lungs out as I pass it to Murdoc.

"Are you going to survive?"

"Dude that thing hits like a train", I say finally catching my breath then I start to feel high.

"I think you're just a puss" he says as he takes a hit but he coughs before clearing it.

"Couldn't even fucking clear it? What a puss", I laugh.

"Fuck off", he says between coughs and laughs.

We take turns passing it back and forth until the bowl is half empty. I put the bong back on my shelf and scan to find my CD case. I carefully take the thick case off the shelf and go to my RCA radio beside my desk. My case is so full of CDs that it has issues zipping up. I open it then scan through the pages until I find a mix of The Cure and other artists. I take out the CD and put it in the CD slot in my radio then skip to track 4. Lovesong starts to play which makes me lightly bob my head as I find my sketchbook.

I sit at the desk then flip to a clean page. I grab a mechanical pencil from my desk then I start to sing along as I draw. I completely forget that Murdoc is behind me as I sing and draw.

I start to sketch out a zombie with messy hair and all white eyes in a baggy t-shirt. The song ends as I finish the sketch.

"Your voice is perfect, I knew I made the right choice", Murdoc says behind me.

I jump remembering he was here and turn my desk chair around. "Bloody hell I forgot you were here".

"Your voice will go so well with 2D's, you two are gonna be perfect!" He says excitedly.

I smile and blush a bit. I never thought I had a bad voice but I didn't think it was band worthy either. "Thanks", I mutter.

"We'll have to get you two in recording to work on some demos"

Sherbert (2d x autistic transboy reader)

Warning: drug use, drug addiction, blood, drug mention. Plz don't read if your under 16/17

Chapter 1

I must be the master of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. I just moved here not that long ago and this is the second time I've seen a car crash right in front of me. I just want to see my dealer so I can get a few joints and go home, but I see a blue haired boy fly out of the wind shield and smack his head on the curb with a disturbing thud. I hear glass cracking underneath my boots as I run towards him. I don't know what I'm gonna do when I get to him, I'm not in the medical field but my body just instantly reacted. 

I kneel down by his head while trying to avoid shards of glass to study his injuries. It doesn't take me long to notice that he's the same boy I saw in the first crash when they put him in an ambulance. His face has bruises and cuts in a few spots and blood is flowing from his closed eyes. I hear a soft groan come from him so I put his head in my lap to give him a bit of comfort. I'm sure his head is splitting right now. I can't believe I've watched this man completely eat shit twice. He has his lips slightly parted so I can see that he's missing two front teeth. Poor man has been through hell. 

I gently put my hand on his cheek and rub his face with my thumb. He softly groans then slowly starts to open his eyes. My eyes widen in horror as I see two black voids staring up at me. 

"Wow", he mutters with a small smile.

"Dude, are you okay?" I ask in a panicked voice. 

He winces in pain as he wakes up more and starts to feel the effects of going face first into a curb. "Me head hurts..a lot, but your hands and thighs makes it feel better". 

IS THIS DENSE MOTHER FUCKER TRYING TO FLIRT WITH ME AFTER BENG THROWN OUT OF A CAR? 

I roll my eyes. "Maybe I should've just kept walking..anyway let's clean you up a bit yeah? Ya boats a mess". I don't know where the accent or slang came from. All I hear is the accent all day and I do tend to copy unintentionally. I take off my coffin shaped backpack and pull out some wet wipes then start to wipe the blood off his face. 

He tries to chuckle at my horrible accent. "Hey I was being sincere OUCH". He flinches in pain. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to", I apologize. I finish up wiping his face and my hand that I had cupped on his cheek. "Can you stand up? You need to go to the hospital". 

He relaxes a bit and slowly nods. The black eyed man tries to find his feet and stands up slowly. I put everything back in my bag and put it on my back. I stand up and look over him again. I realize I come up to his forehead in my platform boots but without them I'd probably come up to his chin. He stumbles a bit so I hold onto him as support. 

"YOU TWO ARE PERFECT!" I hear an excited and raspy voice call out to us. I look in the direction it came from and see an excited green man jump out of the wrecked car. I immediately take notice of his messed up nose and the upside down cross necklace that bounces around his neck as he comes towards us. I recognize him as the other person involved in the first crash. "Two tall and edgy people as my lead singers? Not to mention a black eyed God, the girls are gonna go crazy for him, ah your name should be 2D because you've got two dents in your head, much better than Stuart". He continues to ramble. 

The busted up man starts to stumble more against me so I sit him back down and turn my attention towards the other one. "You fucking idiot, you put this man through two serious car accidents and look at his face! What the hell are you going on about a band? He needs to see a doctor!". 

He scoffs, "Oh he's fine, look at him!" He motions towards Stuart who's wobbling even though he's sitting down cradling his head in his hands. 

I grab the man by his shirt collar and pull him to me. "Listen here you blithering cunt, you're taking him to the hospital NOW!" I yell. 

"Oi are you single by chance?" He gives me a gross chuckle, but I ignore his question. 

"NOW!"

He holds his hands up to surrender. "Fine, fine! Whatever you say". He rolls his eyes and pulls out his phone to call an ambulance. I let him go and let out an angry sigh as I walk over to Stuart. 

I kneel down in front of him and place my hand on his knee. "Hey we have an ambulance coming for you soon okay?" I say gently. 

He looks up at me with pain written all over his face. "Are..you coming with me?" He asks rather pathetically. In fact it's so pathetic I can't say no.

"Yeah, I'll come with you, my name is y/n by the way". 

"Mine is Stuart, but 2D sounds really cool too". 

—-------

At the hospital I found out the green man's name is Murdoc. He kept trying to convince me to join his band but I always protested. 

"Come on lass! Who doesn't want to be in a band?" He pleads.

"I'm not a lass", I inform him and cross my arms. 

Murdoc eyes me up and down with a questioning look, but he lets it go. "Whatever, who am I to judge, but that wasn't a no". 

I sigh in defeat. "Look I'll think about it, will that get you off my ass?" 

Murdoc beams with happiness. "I'll take it!" 

I scoff and go in to check on Stuart. The doctor said he looks okay but they wanted to keep him a bit longer to be sure. They said his eyes will stay that way forever and they gave him some pain meds for his head. Upon entering the room I notice a girl sitting beside him with choppy dark brown hair, thin eyebrows, and red lipstick on. I must have missed her when I was bickering with Murdoc. She notices me and gives me a 'what the hell are you doing here' look. I immediately know from this look that she's the girlfriend. Whatever, I'm not exactly interested in dating at the moment. 

I walk over to stand beside Stuart's bed.  "You feeling any better now?" I ask. 

"Yeah they gave me some painkillers so I'm feeling great now", he smiles at me. "Oh! Paula this is y/n she's the one that helped take care of me when we crashed". 

"He. I'm a boy", I say bluntly as I wait anxiously for their reaction. 

"Oh, you don't look like a-"

"I'm trans let's move on", I cut him off. 

He scratches his head in confusion. "Right, uh he's the one that took care of me". I'm pleasantly surprised at his quick fix to my pronouns. Both of the boys had a better reaction than I expected. They both get an extra 20 points for not being bigots in my book. 

Paula rolls her eyes. "Well whatever you call yourself, I'm his girlfriend so you can leave him to me now". 

I frown a bit in confusion at the sudden rudeness, but I'm not about to argue so I just step out and join Murdoc in the waiting room. He's the last person I want company with but I want to stick around until Stuart gets discharged. Although his girlfriend is here so I guess I could just leave him to grab my stuff and go home. I mentally sigh remembering that he asked me to come with him so no I can't just leave, but I could step out and come back. 

"Hey, I'm gonna step out for a bit. Can I see your phone so I can give you my number?" I ask Murdoc. 

"Of course I'd love to have your number", he winks at me then hands me his phone. I take his phone and put in my number then set my name as 'y/n (back up singer). I send myself a text so I'd have his number then toss his phone back. 

"Text me updates on Stuart and if he asks for me tell him I'll be back", I say as I turn my back to leave. 

"Hey wait does this mean you're in?!" He asks when he takes notice of my name in his phone. 

"Maybe" I say on my way out the door. 

—-----

I make it back to the hospital an hour and a half later after visiting my dealer. I always shove my joints or bag in a zipper pocket I made on the inside of my boots. It's a decent hiding place. 

I waltz back to the waiting room and sit beside Murdoc. "Hey, 'ow's Stuart doing?" Damn the accent came out again. Murdoc looks at me funny then gets really close to my face. Crap he knows and I can't keep a straight face when I'm buzzed. He stares intensely at me which makes me give a big goofy grin. 

He smirks. "Oh you're completely mullered aren't you?" He whispers. 

"Not completely just wee bit buzzed". 

"At least you know how to party, also your accent was terrible". He chuckles. 

"I know..it happens unintentionally, I swear I don't mean to". I ramble. 

Murdoc laughs and ruffles up my hair. "Don't get your knickers in a twist luv, it's alright". I flinch at his touch and move his hand off my head before I got used to the feeling. "Oh? Not a touchy person?" 

"No I am, it's just I'm not used to getting physical affection anymore". I look at the ground awkwardly. "Anyway, is Paula still here? I'd like to check on Stuart". 

"No, she left a bit before you came back", He answers. I nod then walk to Stuart's. I lean against the door frame as I watch him hold a hand held mirror to inspect his new facial features.

"Yeah, they're a bit off putting aren't they?" I state. 

He jumps so bad he almost drops the mirror then snaps his head towards me. "Oh, it's you," he chuckles nervously, "I think they're cool looking, and sorry about Paula earlier". 

I shrug. "It's fine, I don't care that much. She was probably just stressed because her boyfriend is in the hospital, I'd be snappy too", I reassure him with a smile. 

He smiles back at me slightly showing off his two missing teeth. It was cute in a dorky way. "Yeah probably, so Murdoc told me he convinced you to join the band?" 

"He was very convincing when it's all he'd talk about for an hour straight, besides I guess it could be fun". 

—------

About an hour later Stuart got discharged and I invited them to my flat because it wasn't far from the hospital. Stuart looked exhausted and I didn't trust that Murdoc would have a decent place for him to sleep. 

I bring them both inside then show Stuart to my bedroom. I flick on my black light to illuminate my room so Stuart could see where he's walking. My posters and my neon worm on a string wall decorations light up immediately, giving more color to the room. He takes notice of my bed half full of stuffed animals. 

"Never thought you'd have so many cute things based on how dark you dress". He states. 

"Can't be a hard ass all the time", I say as I go over to the bed and move an old, but well taken care of, light multicolored bunny stuffy from the empty side of the bed. I put it on the other side with the rest of the stuffies while making sure it was in a comfortable position. Stuart sits on the other side of the bed once the bunny is moved. I see him give me a gentle smile from the corner of my eye. He reaches out to touch it but I stop him. 

"Please don't touch him", I mumble. 

"I wasn't gonna move..him..I just wanted to see how it felt"

"I get it but please don't, look I'm autistic and that's my comfort item which means nobody is allowed to touch it", I say. 

He gives me a very confused look. "Man you got a shit pick of the draw didn't you? With you being trans and autistic I'd imagine you don't have too many friends". 

My face drops and I look away from him as I awkwardly rub my arm. 

He notices my changed mood and quickly tries to explain himself. "Oh no I just meant that people around here can be dicks. I'm sorry. Um hey my hair grows out blue and now I have no eyeballs or two front teeth so I guess I also got the shit pick so maybe we could be friends?" He rambles. 

I chuckle at his awkward attempt at making me feel better. "Yeah I'd like to be friends...you can feel his ear if you want to". 

"Are you sure?" 

I nod. "You didn't bat an eye when I said I was trans or autistic and you listened when I said dont touch him, so I think I can trust you". 

He smiles then gently puts a long floppy ear between his fingers and rubs the fabric. "He's very soft. I can see why he's comforting, does he have a name?" He asks. The fact that he calls the bunny 'he' and not 'it' makes me a bit more fond of him.

"Sherbert", I mumble a bit embarrassed. 

Stuart chuckles, "That's cute, so you mentioned that I listened to you and that's why you trust me, did other people not listen?" 

"Yeah, I've had three people over and they all purposely picked him up and moved him or pushed him on the floor. They wanted to get a reaction out of me and well they did but it wasn't what they wanted. I busted their faces then dragged them out of my flat, THEN I cried". 

He half smiles at me,"I promise I'd never be mean to Sherbert", he says softly like he's trying to comfort me. 

"Stuart I can't tell if you're being genuine or if you're secretly making fun of me" I say bluntly. 

"I don't want to break your trust luv, it's genuine and if I break that promise you can make me eat a curb again". 

I can't help but laugh. "I'll hold you to it, well I should let you get some sleep, I'll turn off the light so it doesn’t mess with your head". 

He takes one last look around and smiles warmly. "Yeah, thank you for everything today," 

"No problem, goodnight Stuart", I turn off the light and close the door behind me. I go to the living room and find Murdoc examining all of my bat and coffin decor. I take off my boots and get the joints out then I stand on the arm of my couch so I can reach the top of my bookshelf. 

"Ah so you dabble a bit too huh?" I turn my head to see Murdoc talking about my altar that has crystals, candles, a couple crystal pendulums, my tarot deck and a Loki statue. 

"Oh yeah I do some witchcraft", I say as I grab my little metal tin and put all of the joints but one in then put it back. I take off my backpack to grab my red Nokia and cigarettes then place them with the joint on the bay window. 

"Who's the statue of?" He asks. 

"That's Loki he's the god I work with slash worship", I inform him as I open up the side window and sit on the bay window. I light a cigarette and blow the smoke out. "Speaking of which, can you light his candle for me? It's the red one right in front of the statue, there's a lighter right beside it too". 

Murdoc scans my altar real quick before he finds the lighter and tries to light it. He tries to light it a few times but all that comes out is sparks. 

He starts to get frustrated, "Oi I think your lighter is dead". He says. 

I take a drag of my cigarette and shake my head as I go to him. "No that's not the problem," I put the cigarette in my mouth then take the lighter from Murdoc and light it with ease. I light the candle then smirk. "I'm so sorry I dared have someone else light your candle you fussy thing". I watch the flame get bigger and wiggle around then smile. 

"Let me see that lighter again".

I hand it to him and he lights it on the first try. "This is shit".

I chuckle and go back to where I was sitting. "He didn't want you to light his candle, I bought that lighter yesterday so I knew what the issue was", I say as I grab my phone and add Murdoc to my contacts. 

He rolls his eyes. "I guess he is a fussy thing", he mumbles then comes to me and pulls out his own pack of cigarettes, "Care if I join you?". 

I shake my head as I take a drag. "Open the other corner window and take a seat, blow your smoke out the window though. I don't want my place smelling like smoke".  

He nods and opens the window then takes a seat opposite of me. He puts a cigarette in his mouth and tries to light it but his lighter won't light. "You gotta be fucking me UGH". 

I laugh. "I guess Loki didn't like it when you called him fussy". 

"YOU called him fussy!" 

"I'm allowed to, that's how we joke", I chuckle. "Here use mine". I slide my lighter to him.

"Thanks", he says in an aggravated tone and finally lights his cigarette. "You better not make freaky shit happen when I get the band all put together", he slides my lighter back to me and takes a hit. 

"Don't fuck with me and it shouldn't be a problem", I chuckle. 

"Right", he says. 

We sit there in silence as we finish our cigarettes. 

"I was going to offer you a smoke with me after I got done smoking but I'm tired", I say as I put my cigarette out in the ashtray. 

Murdoc does the same. "Yeah I'm pretty tired myself. I'm gonna grab 2D and we'll be out", he says as he stands up and closes the window. 

"He's okay you can leave him", I say as I close mine then put away the joint I left out with the others. 

"Are you sure you're comfortable with that?"

"Yeah I trust him". 

"But you don't trust me to spend the night?" Murdoc asks.

I narrow my eyebrows at him. "I want you to look at Stuart's non-existent eyes and ask me that again". 

He scoffs. "I'm never gonna hear the end of this". He says as he makes his way out the door. 

I sigh in relief to finally have some alone time. However, I decide to enjoy it by falling asleep on the couch. 

[viggos-mortensen]

Emily VanCamp as Sharon Carter in The Falcon & The Winter Soldier 1.03

[hollybell51]

Builder

Series masterlist, masterpost

Gally x fem!Reader Maze Runner (2009 novel - James Dashner, 2014 film - Wes Ball)

Word count: 700 (short n shitty)

Summary: literally just fluff. So much tooth-rotting fluff, cringey cute fluff, just... fluff. Oh, and did I mention there’s fluff? 

Content: fluff, cringey pet names

Notes: I know this is ludicrously out of character but I think it was actually a request I did ages ago and I can’t find the person’s username or anything but it was on wattpad like three years ago anyway so I guess it doesn’t really matter. Anyways. 

Also I never actually got the Gally hype until I watched the Death Cure movie and started getting a bit into fanfiction, but re-reading the books I realised he’s actually such a neat character (even if he’s a shitty person or whatever) and Will Poulter did an incredible job of portraying him so props to him for that.

“Good morning, my lady.”

“Hey Captain,” you turned around, smiling. There he was, your perfect boyfriend, hammer in hand and ready to get working. He leaned forward, placing a light kiss on your cheek. You laughed, he was so sweet when he chose to be. “So, what are we working on today?” you asked, and he pointed to the homestead.

“Couple of the boards on the top platform have come loose, we’re fixing ‘em.”

“Right,” you said, “well let me get breakfast and I’ll be right there.”

 You spent all day hammering boards onto the top platform of the homestead, then added some more security underneath, just for safety. The sun was setting as the runners were returning by the time you finished up, and you climbed down halfway then jumped.

“(Y/N),” Gally said, putting an arm around your shoulders, “I swear one day you’re gonna break your shuck legs doing that.”

“It’s fun,” you shrugged, “and I know how to land properly.”

“Whatever you say, Angel,”

“I say that I’ll be fine, muscle man.” You slapped his butt, making him jump.

“Shit, (Y/N), don’t do that!”

“You broke our streak,” you remarked. You had a sort of game of ending each sentence you said to each other with an increasingly cringey pet name.

“Yeah,” he said, taking his arm from around your shoulders, “because you slapped my ass!”

“Sorry,” you grinned, swinging your toolbelt onto a hook in the tool shed and taking Gally’s for him.

“It’s fine,” he said, “just give me some warning next time.”

“What,” you folded your arms, “like “I’m gonna slap your ass,” then do it? Because that kinda defeats the purpose.”

“What purpose?” he asked, and you shrugged. “Eh, whatever.” He turned to go, and you followed him, closing the tool shed door behind you.

Halfway across to get dinner, he slapped your butt. You jumped, turning and punching him playfully in the arm.

“What the hell was that for?” you asked, and he laughed.

“It’s called getting a taste of your own medicine, baby.”

“Yeah, well I’m not sure how I feel about that medicine, sweetheart.”

“Ok, pumpkin,”

“Pumpkin?” you asked, confused.

“Yeah,” he said, “because you’re hard to get through to, but once you do, you’re super sweet.”

“Aw, you’re too cute.” you said, rolling your eyes.

“And you’re just too damn perfect.” He put a hand on your cheek, kissing your lips firmly, then pulling away.

“We should get dinner,” you said, serious for once, and he nodded. Without warning, he picked you up, swinging you over his shoulder and jogging towards Frypan’s kitchen.

“Put me down, shank!” you shrieked, squirming around in his grasp, but he was bloody strong.

“Dinner for my queen,” he said to Frypan, who you couldn’t see due to the fact that from the waist up, you were hanging over Gally’s shoulder.

“I can’t decide if you two are cute, or just plain gross,” he said, and you could practically hear the eye roll in his voice.

“We’re cute,” you declared, swinging around as much as possible, which wasn’t far. “Now Gally, put me down,” you added, but he didn’t.

Finally, you got to a table where Zart, Clint, and Winston were sitting, already eating.

“Ok,” Gally said, carefully letting your slide off his shoulder, “there you are Princess.”

“Thankyou, for that rather unnecessary ride, Sir Gally,” you grinned, brushing a stray piece of hair off your face.

“Anything for you, my dear.” 

You rolled your  eyes at that, sitting down and accepting the plate he slid across to you.

 After dinner, you headed off to bed pretty much straight away. You crawled into Gally’s hammock, resting your head on his chest and draping one arm across his torso.

“(Y/N),” he said softly, holding you close under the blanket, “you know how much I love you?”

“How much?” You whispered back.

“You see all those stars up there?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you count them?”

“Probably not.”

“That’s how much I love you.”

You were silent for a minute, the sounds of the other Gladers chatting and some snoring filling the night.

“I love you too, Gally,” you murmured, “more than you’ll ever know.”

[eddieismypimp]

Stay with me

Finally after AGES!

Oscar X Reader

Requested by pisces_502 (I hope you like it babe! Sorry for the very very long wait!)

Ruby, Jamal, Monse and I were setting up for Jasmine’s quince. Everything looked great. I gotta give it to Ruby, he’s an awesome party planner.  “No, the chips should go over here!” I heard Monse yell. “No, they’re staying where I put them.” Ruby said, snatching the chips out of Monse’s hand. I laughed as they fought over who got the chips, eventually spilling the whole bowl on the floor. I shook my head, they’ve been like this ever since I met them. I’ve known them for years now, like since they were little. I met them when I started dating Oscar, he was 19, I was 16, and Cesar was 12. He always followed us around, Oscar thought it was annoying but I thought it was precious. Soon after, I met all his friends. Jamal was my favorite, he was a little drama queen. “Guys, you should just stop fighting.” Jamal said. “Besides, Ruby knows what he’s doing, I think we should listen to him.” “Thank you Jamal.” Ruby said. “I’m glad someone recognizes the expert here.” “Oh shut up, the both of you.” Monse said crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m gonna go get more chips.” Ruby said. “Monse, you clean this up, seeing as you’re the one who caused this mess.” Monse scoffed. I just sat back and watched the whole thing. It’s good to know some things never change. I smiled at the thought. A couple more minutes of them arguing over who should clean up the chip mess goes by when my phone starts ringing. It was Oscar. “Hey baby.” I said. “Hi mi amor.” He says. “Me and Cesar should be there soon, we had to take care of something.” I didn’t like the sound of that, but I didn’t push it. I don’t like knowing about that stuff, and Oscar doesn’t like telling me about it. “Okay, just be careful baby and get here soon.” I said. “We will be, we should be there in the next ten minutes” He said. “Okay, I love you.” I said. “I love you too” I can’t wait until he gets here. I got something important to tell him. I’ve been feeling yucky lately so I made an appointment and found out I was 4 months pregnant. I was extremely scared but Oscar and I have been talking about having a child anyway so I know he will be supportive. “Okay guys, how do I look?” We all looked over and saw Olivia in her dress. She looked beautiful. “You look great Olivia.” Monse said almost immediately. “Yeah.” Ruby said with a proud smile. “Okay, the guests should be showing up at any minute, we gotta make sure this place is beautiful.” Ruby said walking out the back door. “Ruby, everything looks perfect.” I said walking up behind him and patting his back supportively. “Yeah, it looks really beautiful Ruby.” Olivia said. He smiled at her. The doorbell started ringing and Ruby started panicking. “Okay people, the guests are here, act normal.” He ran to the front door and fixed his suit before opening the door with a smile. “Hi, thank you all so much for coming.”

It’s been almost an hour since I last talked to Oscar and he’s still not here. I’m getting a little worried. I was about to call him when I saw him and Cesar walk into the backyard. I sighed in relief as he walked up to me. “I’m sorry baby, Cesar couldn’t pick out what to wear.” He said laughing. I laughed a little, still a bit upset. “It’s okay, I was just really worried about you guys.” “I know baby, I know.” He said pulling me into a hug and kissing the top of my head.

After Oscar showed up, we danced for so long I honestly lost track of time. After a while though, I got really thirsty so I told him I would be right back. I walked to the refreshments table and got a bottle of water. I looked over and saw Ruby and Olivia slow dancing. Finally. They’re so cute. Everything was going well until I looked over and saw Latrell. What the hell is he doing here? Just then I saw him pull something out of his jacket and point it at Ruby. It was a gun! “Ruby!” I shouted which caused everyone to look at me. I ran over to where he was but before I knew it, I was on the ground in pain. I heard Oscar shouting and two more gun shots. Oscar was by my side in an instant, putting my head in his lap. “Hey! Hey! Stay with my baby.” Oscar said. “It’s gonna be okay I promise. I heard multiple screams and Mrs. Martinez scream for someone to call 911. I looked over and saw Ruby and Olivia on the ground. They were holding hands. It didn’t look like Olivia was responsive. “Ruby.” I said quietly. Oscar grabbed my face in his hands and made me look at him. “No no my baby, Ruby is fine.” “You just need to focus on my voice and steadying your breathing.” I nodded as best as I could. I laid like that for what felt like an eternity before the ambulance finally showed up. I was slipping in and out of consciousness so everything was a blur after that. When I gained consciousness, I noticed I was in a hospital. I saw Oscar speaking to the doctor over by the door. They haven’t noticed I was awake yet. I looked down and saw that my torso was wrapped in gauze. My first thought was “Thank god I’m alive.” My second thought almost immediately after that was “Oh my god, my baby.” I started panicking. “My baby.” I said. Oscar and the doctor ran over to me. Oscar grabbed my hands. “Baby, you gotta calm down my love.” He said trying to soothe me. “ But.. my baby.” I said starting to cry. “You and the baby are just fine Ms. L/n.” The doctor said smiling at me. I looked at her. “Are you sure.” I asked still worried. “Yes ma’am, I’m one hundred percent positive.” She said. I laid back and finally relaxed. “Thank god.” I looked at Oscar. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, I was gonna tell you at the party.” I said. “Hey, it’s okay, I’m not upset with you at all, I’m so relieved you’re okay.” He said kissing me all over my face. “Wheres Ruby and Olivia?” I asked worried all over again. He got quiet. “Ruby is fine, he got shot in the chest but he’s stable and he’ll be fine.” He said. I nodded thankfully. “What about Olivia?” It was silent for a minute. “She didn’t make it.” Oscar said. My eyes welled up with tears. “I know baby, I know it’s horrible.” Oscar said pulling me in for a hug. “You need to get some rest so you can heal quicker mama, we can go visit Ruby in the morning okay?” “Okay.” I said, not realizing how much pain I was in until this very second. “I love you so much.” Oscar said kissing my cheek. “I love you too.”

[waynewifey]

corrupted — s.b

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader, James Potter x Reader

Summary: Perfect hair, perfect life, perfect boyfriend. Everything seemed perfect for Y/N. Until Sirius Black came.

Setting: 21st century

Warnings: cheating, smut, female reader, mentions of drugs, angst, tiny bit of fluff if you squint, creampie, mentions of catholicity, reader is actually an ass, james being cheated on and being completely oblivious to it

words: 5k.

A/N: this is my first time publishing something this big but I really enjoyed writing it, I hope you guys like it. it’s basically high school drama but make it marauders and make it smutty. yeah i just wrote riverdale’s script lol. anyway, i wanna say i’m sorry for language and cultural errors cause this is supposed to be happening in england but i don’t know how they do high school there, english is not even my native language so go easy on me. also im no catholic anymore so if there are anything offensive here please let me know. i just realised most of england is not catholic so this really is a mess.

this is inspired by the song ‘scotty doesn’t know’ by lustra and the movie ‘scott pilgrim vs the world’. link to the music will be at specific the scene.

His arm is around her waist and both lips are curled up in big smiles. His brown eyes shine at her direction and she laughs, one hand placed against his chest. They look too good to be true, like ceramic figures. And around them, everyone contemplates the power couple in their natural habitat: the schools cafeteria. Their little nobility members make a circle around the couple, but they're only pawns. The king and queen stand with invisible crowns on their heads, ruling the entire school. But, truly, they were happy and in love.

James Potter was no douche. He was a childhood friend of Y/N's, since their parents were friends as well. Things just, sort of, fell into the right place. He was captain of the soccer team and she was the president of the student council. Both amazing students, adored by the professors and the principal. They were everything they were expected to be, children of the wealthiest families of England: perfect. She loved his pure heart and his kindness. He loved her loyalty and her intelligence.

As everybody watched, they kissed. Briefly, no tongue, because after all she was meant to save her purity. He respected that, even admired. So their love demonstrations were usually smiles, hugs and gifts. They were okay with it. School was just their little theatre. The less they showed, the more people wanted them to show.

When the bell rings, they separate and go to different classes. She gossips with her friends about those girls who won't save themselves for marriage. He jokes with his friends about the rival team. The class is over, and before they can meet for their quick chat before James goes to practice, the principal calls her on the speaker, asking for her presence in the office. This wasn't unusual, Y/N had meetings with Mr. Anderson almost daily. She greets his secretary, that tells her to wait in the antechamber. She does so, sitting in the green velvet chair and looking over the window, which has a great view of the soccer field. A few minutes go by and finally Mr. Anderson opens the dark wooden door and tells her to come in. Inside the office, a couple and a student sit in the chairs in front of the principals table. Y/N approaches them, whispering a 'good evening' before recognising Mr. and Mrs. Black, good friends of her family, and their not so friendly son, Sirius Black. She didn't know much about him, he kept it low profile. But by looking at his badly put uniform and sharp features, he didn't seem to care.

"This is Miss L/N, she's the top student of our school, you might have seen her before in our events." The principal begins, and she smiles at the adults. "She surely is the perfect fit to help Sirius get back on his tracks, I believe so."

Confused, she asks:

"I'm sorry Mr. Anderson, I'm not sure I understand what you're talking about."

"The Black family needs your help tutoring Sirius, Miss L/N. He's been... off their expectations, and that needs to be corrected quickly. Of course, extra credit will be given if you succeed. Is that okay?"

Y/N looks at the couple, seeing the hope in their eyes. Then, she looks at Sirius. He looks like a hard work.

"Sure, I'll help him."

It's Sunday afternoon and Y/N just left church. James dropped her off at the Black mansion.

"Call me and I'll pick you up, ok? Love you." He said before leaving.

The butler opens the door. Apparently, only Sirius and the maids are home. She is guided up to his room and knocks on his door. A horrific sound is playing inside: screams and guitars. Metal, probably. When he opens it, he's shirtless and black wearing sweatpants. His dark hair falls over his shoulders, over his chest. The room behind him is messy, the walls are filled with posters of bands and naked women and the floor is filled with graffiti and drink cans. He somehow managed to mutilate the classic bed frame, making it look like it has been through several battles. She looks away, putting her hands in front of her eyes.

"Could you get dressed, please?" He snorts and closes the door. When he's out again, he's wearing a black band shirt with a skull on fire in it. Bizarre. They walk to the house's library and sit on one table. It's a quiet place. A little bit too dark for her taste, her library was filled with chandeliers but this one barely had one. Thankfully, some sunlights came through the window to enlighten the room. She puts her books on top of the wood and sits on a chair.

"Before we start, we should talk a little bit about our working habits-"

"Let me cut you right there. Look, I'm really not interested in your tutoring. I'm only here because my parents are real mad at me. I will not collaborate with this. So, instead of wasting our times, lets get straight to the point. I need to get my grades up. You will help me by doing my assignments. You'll get your extra credit and we won't have to interact. How's that?"

"What? No! I... I won't help you, then. If you don't want to help yourself, then no one will."

"I thought you might say that. Well, then I guess you'll have to tell anyone you failed. Great Y/N couldn't teach me. Your prayers didn't work. You're not so good anymore. It's a shame, really."

She stops. It really wouldn't look good for her.

"At least do the assignments with me. I mean, if we never meet each other, you're parents will know. Perhaps you'll even learn something."

He ponders.

"Alright. Every Sunday then." She nods.

They kept their agreement. Every Sunday James would drop Y/N at the Black's to meet Sirius. The first three sessions were challenging. He really didn't want to help. But, thankfully, she managed to get around him perfectly and by the second month, he was doing almost everything by himself. Sirius Black was intriguing. He never talked about himself. He was a complete mystery. Not to mention he was... bad. All the sinful habits he had. But he was also beautiful. His dark curls framed his face like a portrait. His gray-ish feline eyes were so penetrating Y/N felt like fainting when they pierced her neck. That wasn't uncommon. Her neck, her shoulders, her chest, her legs, even her lips — he glanced at them all. Frequently. She never addressed it because, well, she did it too. Sunday after Sunday the look when he opened the door shirtless lasted longer. She stared at his muscular legs when he wore shorts. She would never confess it, obviously, but she did. And then there were the hand touches. Accidental, most of them. She enjoyed his warmth next to her. She began to crave it. To want more.

James noticed when she turned touchy. Unusual, of course, but he didn't mind. He didn't actually care for purity. How could he? He was a boy, after all. Their kisses lasted longer. No tongue, still, because she wasn't sure how to do so. She would sit on his lap in the cafeteria, hands tangled up his hair. Delicate, however. Nothing too scandalous.

Seeing Sirius in school was confusing. He would smirk at Y/N, and she would greet him with a quick hand gesture. He would also silently laugh at James, but Potter gladly didn't notice.

Last Sunday before winter break, all assignments were finished. As they were saying goodbye to each other, the boy asked:

"Do you wanna, like, do something?"

She gave him a nervous laugh, "Um, like what?"

"You've never done graffiti before, have you?"

She shakes her head.

"Alright, I know a place. But you'll need to get changed."

He handed her one of his black sweatshirts and pulled her by the hand. In the back of the house there was a hidden garage with a mini van in it. It was white and had doodles all around it. They got in and drove to a place far from where L/N used to go. He parked at a dark alley and grabbed a bag.

"Hey, you two!" A manly voice sounds from behind them, and a soft light is in their direction.

Sirius pulls Y/N by the hand, who drops the can to the floor and quickly start running. The boy guides her through multiple aisles, going in a zigzag direction until the footsteps no longer follow them. They go over a tunnel and stop close to some woods. She has a hard time running that fast and when they finally stop L/N feels a burn in her lungs and her blood is circulating way too fast. It feels incredible.

"Oh my god!" She laughs, putting her hair behind her ears. "I can't believe we just did that, it was such a rush!"

Sirius nods, smiling as he wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. He glances at her, still euphorically laughing with a bit of red paint on her cheek. She looks amazing. Alive.

"Can we do it again? I-" She looks at him, furrowing her eyebrows and biting her lower lip. He waits. Finally, she whispers, "I think I wanna kiss you."

There's a pause, in which only the cicadas are heard. What even made her say that? Adrenaline, obviously. Or perhaps the smell of the toxins in the paint. She feels stupid.

"You think?"

"No, I-... I do want to kiss you."

He tries to contain a smirk and she holds her breath. Before she can turn around and run away, he takes her in by placing a hand on the side of her neck, just under her ear. Their lips meet and it's... different. It's not calm and sweet as it used to be with James. It's warm, desperate and even a little bit violent. She puts both hands on his chest and they slowly travel to his collarbones and neck, just as his' stop at her waist and pull their hips together. Their tongues meet and it's unexpectedly incredible. Y/N can't get enough of it.

They quickly get out of breath and separate a bit, their faces less than a inch apart. When she tries to get back to it, he stops her.

"We should probably go somewhere safe, you know."

She ignores the accelerated heartbeat inside her and agrees. They head back to the mini van.

Her skin is on fire, but he still puts his hands under her sweatshirt and trace them up, until the piece of clothing goes over her head. He's on top of her, black curls pending in the air. He stares at her lace bra for a moment, before attacking her neck with soft bites. She sighs and unconsciously moves her hips against him. Her mind is filled with lust, not letting any space left for her thoughts. He giggles, quickly taking off his own shirt. In a moment, they're both in only underwear, skin on skin. Without further ado, his right hand sits on her core, over the panty. He proudly feels it drenched and makes sure to keep eye contact as he presses it lightly. She suspires as he circles her sensible clitoris, enjoying the electric waves going through her body. Sirius puts the cloth to the side and explores the outside of her entry with his middle finger. She nods at him, consenting. Slowly, he penetrates her. She groans at the pain, forcing her eyes shut. Tears accumulate in the sides. When she recomposes with a deep breath, he takes his finger out and penetrates her again. And again. And again. Until she's used to the feeling, desiring it. He wishes to play with her for longer, but the throbbing sensation under his stomach was starting to hurt. So he takes out his already hard cock, lubrificating it with the wetness pooled on the tip. Quickly glancing at her breasts and messy hair, he can't hold no longer. He enters her with a groan and start a pace. Her legs curl around his waist. Her loud moans are muffled by his lips, that also often let a moan out. The erotic sounds made by their bodies meeting excite her even more, making her orgasm start to build up. She begs for him to go faster, harder, deeper. She screams his name and swear words in a sense she doesn't even understand. At this point, she has no control over what's leaving her mouth. It finally comes, the wave of pleasure that completely washes out her senses. It leaves her numb, legs shaking and dark circles in her vision. The clenching around him it's too much, so Sirius tries to pull out so he can finally release. He is stopped by her legs, that firmly hold him at the same place.

"Inside, please..." She asks and the effect is immediate. He fills her with his cum and she loves the dripping sensation afterwards. She loves the feeling of him inside of her and misses it the moment he's out. He falls on top of her, heavy breathing — both of them. Something clicks inside her brain, like the first time you hit weed, and just like that she's addicted to him.

They meet several times during the break. Y/N tells James she's going shopping. He trusts her. He loves her. Surprisingly, she loves him too. She does not love Sirius. It's only physical. She didn't care for what he had to say. She wanted his body. It's not immoral, after all, that was what he wanted too. He never explicitly said that but kept it going even though he knew she was dating James. There was an unspoken agreement to don't tell anyone about their relationship.

Anyways, winter break was over and they had to go back to reality. They would sneak out to an abandoned classroom during lunch time, and she would laugh a little harder every time at his jokes. He would stare at her eyes, not her body, for longer. They would play with each other's hands while they talked, tangling their fingers.

"I wish we could do this anywhere," Sirius once mumbled. Y/N giggled in response, as her cheeks heated a bit.

Sirius turned out more talkative, trying to get along with some of her friends. He flirted with all of them, of course, but his eyes weren't shining the way they did when he looked at L/N. He started getting riskier. Touching her shoulder to ask for a pen in class, James on her side. Keeping the pen so she would have to meet with him. Using extra perfume so the scent would stick with her. Potter was simply oblivious to not notice it.

On his birthday, James rented a club and invited uncountable people to a massive party. Free entry, free drinks, free everything. Y/N was the perfect accessory for the night, full face makeup in a sparkly tight dress. He bought it himself. She thought using purity to decline it was too hypocritical of her, considering she was getting railed every Sunday. Three hours into the party, he barely talked to her. He was drinking with his friends and didn't want to dance with her.

"I need to go to the loo," She whispered on his ear, leaving before he could respond.

She squeezes herself across the crowd, casually stepping on some girls toes. She grabs her phone and writes a text.

'where are you? i'm bored.'

'just got to the parking lot, doll', Sirius answers.

'don't come in, i'll meet you there.'

Y/N takes a while to recognise his actual car, not his van, in the ocean of vehicles. She gets on the passengers seat, sighting.

"It's that bad?" He asks.

"Ugh, shut up." She takes his mouth quickly, throwing her legs to the drivers seat and getting on top of him.

They do it once, twice, three times before both are too tired to keep on.

"Okay, that's it. What's going on?" It was the ending of April, the spring’s warmth blocked by the windows in James's bedroom. He sits beside Y/N on the bed, while she raises an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. You've been acting all weird lately. You never want to come close to me or touch me anymore. Hell, you barely even look at me." The answer is clear in her mind. Anything she wants to do she does it with Sirius. But the hurt present in his voice makes her say something else. She still loved him.

"I don't know, I just- I guess I've been anxious about college and stuff. I'm sorry, truly." He nods in understanding.

“I also thought you might’ve been bugged by Lily, you know, since she’s been all over me lately.” He says in a lower tone, making Y/N furrow her eyebrows. She hadn’t even noticed that. Her best friend actually did that? “I made it clear to her that wasn’t interested, just so you know. No need to be insecure over that, hm?”

“Yeah, actually it really made me uncomfortable.” Exactly what he wanted to hear, for sure. “I was trying to ignore it but… it freaks me out. Knowing there’s so much option for you out there. A bunch of beautiful girls juts waiting to grab a piece of you.” She continued, suggestively glancing at him.

He pouts, actual tears forming in his eyes. He sights and hugs tightly his girlfriend.

“Princess, there’s no need to worry. I love you and you only. The others? They don’t matter to me. I want you.”

Wow. Y/N screwed up big time. How could’ve she cheat on the most caring and adorable boy ever? And with a stray dog? A junkie. That wasn’t her. She was the golden girl. The pride of her family. Pure, innocent and, well, perfect. Sirius had done that to her. Sirius Black made her sin. He corrupted her. Like the snake in Eden. Now Eve is fated to wilderness, in forever suffering. No. She bit the forbidden fruit but there’s still time to undo it. She will redeem herself. Love and worship James, be devoted to him.

When he softly kisses her, she can feel the salty tears wet her cheek. She quickly makes the kiss more sensual, freeing casual sighs that might come. Potter is skeptical at first and lets her lead him. He trusts her. L/N gets on top of him, separating to take his shirt off. When she tries to go back, he stops her.

“Are you sure you want to?” James asks, and his worry is genuine. He knows how much purity was important to her. How much it was supposed to be. She nods.

“Yes. I want you, forever. I’m ready.” He smiles and kisses her again. In a moment, he’s on top of her while she lays on the soft bed. And when she thinks he’s about to take his trousers off, he heads south.

The sex is good. James is not quite as experienced as Sirius, she can’t help but compare, but he certainly is experienced. Differently from Black, he praised her. Wanted her to have a good time too. He enjoyed preliminaries, teasing and going slow. She found out she enjoyed it too. She didn’t feel filthy or used. It felt right.

James, of course, thinks he just won the lottery. He’d gotten himself a virgin that fucked like a porn star. Poor boy. When they finish, he doesn’t fall asleep. He tells her to go clean up, asks if she’s hurt in any way, if she wants something. She asks for water and goes to take a bath. Nice and clean, they sleep together. She lays on his chest as he caresses her back with his thumb. She’s back in heaven. There’s no snake, no apple. Only Adam and Eve.

The morning after, she feels bad about how she has treated James. She wants to change. But it seams that the more she tried to block it, the more the sin came back to her mind. She was mad at herself for giving in so easily. For not have fought for her purity. She can’t talk to her friends, they would judge her and tell everyone. Her parents also wouldn’t understand. She has no one.

“How long has it been since you last confessed?” The priest’s voice sounds in the cabin.

“Five months, Father.” She whispers, shamed.

“Confess your sins, child.” It took four words to make her throat close. Her hands are shaking as she shifts her knees on the wood, gasping for air.

“I was corrupted by lust and greed. I gave away my purity, my virginity, to a boy I don’t love, who’s not the one I’m promised to. I did it multiple times and I have not yet told my boyfriend. But I love him, I want to be his wife, to be devoted to him. I want to make up for my sins, Father. I don’t want to be a sinner.”

There is a pause. Not even a breathing is heard. Y/N sniffles to hold back a tear. Then a tsk sound is made.

“Child, we are all sinners. What differ us from those who’ll end in hell is our will to change. To be better. To make better choices. Nothing is lost. God loves all of his creations, so he gave us the freedom to do as we want. You’ve wanted to sin. Now you want to redeem yourself. God is merciful.”

His words build up the strength she needed to move the mountains in her way.

“Thank you, Father.”

“As your penance, you shall say five Hail Mary’s. And I welcome you to say an act of contrition as well.”

She takes a big breath, recomposing herself, and does so. She leaves the confessional, feeling light as a feather.

Sirius approaches her at school, with a smirk on his face.

“Good morning, cupcake. Gotta tell you something.” He says, leaning against her neighbour locker and holding her chin with his right hand. She slams her own, after getting her needed books for the day.

“What are you doing?” She takes his hand off her. “We’re in public.”

“There’s barely anyone in the hallway, pup.”

“Barely isn’t enough. And don’t call me that.” She stars walking away from him.

“You sure did wake up a little bitter today, huh?” He follows her. She groans. They’re passing by a brooms closet. She pushes him inside it and closes the door.

“Um… Okay. Freaky.” He puts a hand on her waist, leaning in.

“Shut up! We need to talk.” She takes his hand off her, again.

“Yeah, right! Remember how I told you about the band I was in? We’re about to put on a huge gig and I wanted you to-“

“I’m ending this.” Y/N cuts him.

“What?” His expression is still the same smile he had on while talking.

“This.” She gestures the space between them. “Us. Whatever this is. It can’t keep on going.” His smile slowly fades away, being replaced by a concerned facade.

“Why…?”

“Because I’m in love with James, and this was a mistake, Sirius.”

“You’ve been banging another guy for what, four months, and now you decide you’re in love with you boyfriend? What the hell is that?”

“It shouldn’t concern you, it doesn’t matter. Let’s just move on and forget it happened.”

“Well but it fucking does!” He spits, his figure growing in front of her, the angle of her neck feeling larger than usual. “It matters to me, okay? Hell, I- fuck it, I fell in love with you! And now you tell me you wanna be with that bonkers? Fuck this!”

The girl was stunned. Frightened. She didn’t expect that reaction.

“Don’t say that about him.” She whispers.

“Oh that’s the part that got your attention? You wanna know what? James Tiny-Weeny Potter is a fucking waker, that’s what he is.”

“What is wrong with you?” A hard slap explodes on the side of his cheek. Her next words come as a scream. “It’s not him, it’s you! You are the problem, Sirius Black! You’re just such a blighter you can’t be good for me, or for anyone!”

His face is contorted in such upset expression it makes her wonder if she’s gotten too far. No one speaks for a minute. The boy bites the inside part of his lower lip and looks away.

“Fine.” His tone is hurt, clearly. “Have a good happily ever after.”

He storms out of the small room, raven locks leaving behind his scent. That would be the last time Y/N would feel it. She blinked a couple times, got her hair ready, reared up and left the room with a big —fake— smile.

The following weeks were great. She was getting back to her reality, spending more time with her friends. James was so drunkenly in love he would gift her multiple times in a week, with high fashion items — mostly bags and shoes, because he knew how much she loved a good Chanel. They took their usual spot in the cafeteria, but a couple of things changed. Since her ‘first time’, he’d gotten more touchy. She sat on his lap and he forgot about everything else. He made his life purpose to look her deeply in the eyes and repeatedly tell her how much he loved her. Over and over, until their friends got diabetes from how sweet it was.

No one noticed Sirius Black watching it from afar, as his days got more and more blue — or red, if you may. Most of the days he wouldn’t even go to school, because it was impossible to wake up at 7am when you spent your night doing drugs and the closest human being. Fortunately, as one has said before, artists are those who turn suffering into art, and some time later he focused on his band and songwriting. But, still, it was hard to watch the only girl that ever mattered to him slowly drift away.

The weeks went by and prom was getting dangerously close. And, of course, Y/N already had her outfit ready. She grew anxious with so many tasks from the student council. All the things she’d have to say. Make a great speak, they said, you’ll be the voice of this year’s class. Good thing the party itself wasn’t her responsibility. So many applications she had to send, too. All late, due to the time she wasted on Black. That goddamn name kept coming back to her head, like a ghost trying to haunt her. And his face, his lips, his hair, his body. It was all too much. To top all of that, there were rumours of James wanting to propose. No, those weren’t reliable. Lily said to Y/N that Marlene told her that Alice heard Peter tell Dorcas that told… Probably false. Right? She believed so, because any other thing for her to worry about would make her explode.

Prom finally comes and Y/N wants to kiss whoever planned it. It’s wonderful. Red Carpet themed, all students must be taken pictures by the paparazzi — school’s newspaper photographers — before entering the wide hall. A stage is in one wall, currently with a DJ running the music. There are disco globes hanging on the ceiling that reflect the lights forming tiny rainbows across the room. It truly makes her feel like a celebrity. She poses several times with James, in a green dress which’s tone matches perfectly her skin tone. Golden jewellery make her shine in the crowd. She dances all night long, until there’s a change in the stage.

They took the DJ’s table away and put up some instruments. The night is almost over so everyone is excited to discover what’s going on. A blond boy enters the stage, sitting by the drums. Y/N recognises him as Remus Lupin, they used to have classes together in sophomore year. She barely knows anything about him, but his hair is messy and he has some smudged eyeliner on him. He wears ripped jeans and a black t-shirt. Then, a ginger boy comes in, black jeans and a leather jacket. Must be a Weasley, she thinks. He stands close to the bass and ends up grabbing it. The crowd is growing, so James and Y/N hold their hands so they don’t loose themselves. Sirius Black steps into the stage and she gets out of breath. Black vinil pants. Shirtless. Carrying a red guitar. The snake tattoo she adored on his half-exposed crotch. He stands to the microphone. Turns it on and a loud pinch goes around the room.

“One, two” He tests it. When it works, he smiles. That damn smirk. “Hello everyone, we are Sex Bob-Omb and we hope you’re having a great fucking night!” The crowd screams. “Our first song goes to a very nice pal, whose name is… well, you’ll know it soon.”

Lupin’s drumsticks tap three times and the bass starts the music.

James doesn’t know that Y/N and me

Do it in my van every Sunday

James looks at his girlfriend, so does everyone in the room, mouth agape. She stares at the singer, unbelieved.

She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go

Still she's on her knees and James doesn't know

The instrumental goes on and Potter tries to escape the scene.

“Jamie, wait!” She screams after him, but the music is too loud. The crowd is going crazy. Half dancing, half laughing. The brunet leaves her eyesight and she turns to the stage, middle finger up. “FUCK YOU!” She screams, leaving to find her boyfriend somewhere.

pt. 2 - healed

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Anklets and Necklaces

Inspired by this tweet.

@5-secondsofcolor I’m not sorry.

Female Reader insert. NSFW Content (18+). My smut writing is hella rusty. So I do apologize, whoops.

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Calum plays at the anklet, spinning it around and around her joint as her legs are crossed and resting in his lap. The gold jewellry is hardly ever taken off since he gave it to her. In return, she gifted him a chain with a tiny pendant with her initial etched into the back of it. The front of it is an arrowhead. He wears it so often now, that when it’s off, he feels a little incomplete. It’s an easy gesture to carry her everywhere with him.

“Okay we gotta decide what to eat for lunch like now or I’m going to get hangry,” she states.

Calum glances up from his phone, to see her still scrolling on hers. “Oh no. Not hangry,” he teases. But he knows she means it. Her warnings have about a thirty minute window, just enough for a delivery if they get something simple. Or if they want something more complicated, they need to find a snack now while the main course is cooking. “What do you want? Thai? Mexican?”

“Would you hate me if I said I really just wanted nuggets from McDonalds?”

The pout on her lips makes him laugh, “No, I could never. Usual then?”

“Yes, please.”

Stretching across the length of her, Calum pushes his lips together, trying to ask for a kiss. She laughs in return and squeezes his cheeks. “Be lucky you’re cute,” she states before lifting up slightly to meet his lips. “And squishy.”

“Ain’t nothing on me squishy,” he huffs, straightening back up to put her order into the app.

She sets her phone down on her stomach, gazing up over the sharp line of his jaw that his plump cheeks sit atop. And while it’d be easy to return with a poke and a verbal jab about his cheeks, she just watches him. His fingers deftly work over the screen. The white tank sits as a stark contrast to the depth and glow of his skin. “I think all the right things on you are squishy.”

“Yeah, what are those?”

“Your cheeks. And as much as you and your trainer kick your ass, I know happy weight when I see it.”

Calum grins, a chuckle shaking through him as he sets his phone down on the arm of the couch--the order completed on his end. He pinches at her thighs. “Take that back.”

She shakes her head. “No, I don’t think I will. I like it--just like I like my cookies. Hard on the edges gooey in the middle.”

Standing for just a moment to let her legs fall onto the couch, Calum kneels onto the cushion, hovering above her. Her eyes glitter just a little as she talks and the soft easy smile on her face lets him know that it’s all out of love--what’s she’s saying. The pads of his fingers run along the side of her thigh. “Be lucky I love you.”

“I am already lucky, so say what you gotta say. Roast me, my love. It’s not like we don’t do that anyways.”

And truth be told, Calum had no response. Not when he looks at her, because God all he sees is the person that’s been with him on his bad mental days. She’s been there when Calum was sure there was no lower low or higher high. And what do you say to that person that’s been there, seen all of you that there is to see? With a gentle and chaste kiss, Calum settles for silence.

“Cat got your tongue now, huh?”

This--this Calum can respond too. It’s all too easy. “I know what else my tongue can have.”

“I know something your tongue can have too.”

“Really now?” Calum asks, dragging his fingers over the top of her thigh and tracing the line of her lounge shorts. “Food will be here in fifteen minutes though. So that’s up to you.”

“Not nearly enough time to savor it. Besides,” she starts and takes a pause. Her lips pull into a side smile and Calum knows what that means. One brow quirks in anticipation and Calum watches her. The silence settles for a little too long.

“Besides what?” he prompts again.

“Besides, I need the mail to be delivered first.”

“What did you buy?”

“You’ll see later. I promise. It’s really not even supposed to be used for lingerie. But I’ve wanted these for a long time and I specifically have a set I’m trying to complete.”

There’s the black mesh set that she’s slowly been building out. The main piece came in weeks ago, at this point it might even be months ago that that came in. He was privy to it then and gave it the christening that it deserved. But there wasn’t any other lingerie set that needed expansion. Not at least to his recalling. “Which one is it?”

“I’m not saying.”

“Oh please,” he whines, dropping his head into her neck. His lips softly and slowly seal kisses into her warm skin.

“No, Calum. I’ve been waiting on this package for weeks. It got held up in customs and I-” she sighs at his lips sucking at her skin. Not hard enough to cause a bruise, but just enough to make her spine tingle. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”

Calum pushes up, with a huff, sitting back down on the opposite end of the couch. “This is killing me, you know?”

“Well, you ain’t dead yet. So I think you can tough it out for a little bit longer.”

“Begrudgingly--I want you to know that.”

She sits up, swinging her feet to the floor. “Your sacrifice will be duly noted. The mail will be here before you know it.” The couch releases her weight and Calum watches her pad into the kitchen. “Do you want anything?” she calls.

“I’m good,” he returns, knowing that he will be counting down the seconds until the mail comes. She returns with a glass of water, sitting back down on the couch, but bringing her feet up underneath her as she motions to the TV. “You watching that?”

Calum answers with a shrug. He wasn’t anymore. He originally turned it on mostly for the weather and some news. He found himself bored and flipping through channels before settling on the sports channel while he took care of Duke in the morning. Noise to fill the space since his brain needed the distraction. He hadn’t slept all that great the last few nights, decent sleep. The closer and closer the band got to putting out music the more his nerves kicked in--sometimes they were sneaky. The nerves come up faster than Calum had anticipated. And right now, they won the first round. But Calum was working hard to combat them so he could get about his daily life.

“Go crazy,” he finally verbally responds. And she picks up the remote, changing channels too fast for Calum to even understand how you could process what was on before decking it was a no. She eventually settles for HGTV--not quite caring what show was on. 

The first knock that comes to the door is the food that Calum ordered for the two of them. He answers it, popping up in the hopes it’s the mail. When it’s not, he sighs just a little but places the bag down onto the coffee table. “Your nugs, my queen,” he teases.

“Thank you, my good sir,” she returns with a grin, opening before divvying out what is for who. “You wouldn’t have happened to shot up like a bat outta hell because you wanted that to be the mail?”

Calum feels the heat in his cheeks, but bumps her shoulder gently. “No, why would I ever want that?”

“Oh I don’t know,” she scoffs in return, dunking a nugget into the sweet and sour sauce. They share a soft bout of laughter before turning their gaze back to the TV. Duke’s paws click as he ventures into the kitchen for a drink of water from his bowl. The lapping and splash of his tongue echoing just slightly as the screen goes dark between the show and the commercial break.

Calum lifts his gaze, taking in the soft angle of her jaw. She curls up around the carton of fries, eyes glued to the screen. Does she even have the slightest clue what she does to him? It’s not even the involved things like dressing up for him, or comforting him. It’s just her, when she’s munching on fries. Or when she sleepily walks behind Duke in the mornings. It’s when she hums as she cooks. It’s the dancing she does when she’s cleaning. It’s the pouts when she messes up on something and her brow furrows in as the determination settles onto her face.

It’s when she fucked up a birthday cake for him once--not greasing the sides of the pan enough and then adding a tad too much milk--called him crying about it and then in a minute flat resolved to make him brownies instead. Because she said she’d be damned if she didn’t make him something sweet to nibble on or pass along to the guys. And Calum’s not even that much of a sweets guy, which she knew, so she only settled on giving him half the batch she made. She, of course, saved the other half for her and her friends.

And it’s just the moments that she’s not even trying that makes Calum melt. Like when she paints her nails, she offers to do his first. Or when she lays down next to Duke, and in their shared silence, they seem to communicate everything with each other.

“I love you,” he states.

She turns, eyes widening for a second before grinning around her sip of iced tea. “I love you.” Her brows furrow just a little. “You okay? You’ve hardly touched your food.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”

“If you didn’t want McDonalds, I could’ve done something else. Literally anything else,” she continues on almost as if she hadn’t heard him.

“It’s not the food,” he giggles. Calum reaches out to caress her cheek. “I’m okay.”

She nods. “Okay.”

“I just love you, that’s all. Wanted to share it with you.”

Her grin is soft as it lifts her lips. “Good because you’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

“I wouldn’t dare dream of getting rid of you.”

Another silence envelopes them. Calum finishes his food and takes the empty containers to the trash. Another episode starts up from the speakers and just above it, he hears the chime of his phone. “Do you want me to screen it for you?”

“Yes please!” If it’s one of the guys, they won’t mind her answering. If it’s someone important, he doesn’t want to miss the call.

“Calum’s phone,” she answers but he can already hear her feet shuffling to him in the kitchen. “Okay, Ash. I’ll keep that in mind.” Her voice comes closer and Calum shakes his hands just a little to get rid of the excess water before drying them. “No, I can’t say what it is without taking a look. Did you use the soil I recommended last time?” Another pause comes from her and when Calum turns, he finds her leaning up the kitchen counter, phone halfway pulled down but not fully away from her ear. “Yeah, I definitely think you should consider changing soils. But I can take a better look tomorrow for you. I’m going to pass along the phone now.”

She hands the phone over. “He said it was important.”

“Thank you,” Calum says in a whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then placing the phone to his ear. “Yeah, Ash?”

Calum’s not even sure how long the conversation goes on. At first, it is important information that Ashton’s trying to confirm--a date and time for a meeting that they had later in the week. He says he wrote it down where he writes down all their meetings but it’s not there. And Ashton’s trying to make sure that he doesn’t miss it. So Calum shuffles to his office and verifies in his calendar the time for the meeting.

But then the conversation diverges--they start talking about everything and anything. So much so, they’re laughing. Calum doesn’t even hear the knock at the front door. But he does notice her scurrying off into the bedroom. The door closes with a soft click. Duke comes trailing after her but notices the closer door and then keeps down the hall to the office. Calum reclines back in his seat trying to get another angle at the door. But it’s closed fully.

“You okay, gramps?” Calum asks Duke.

“Oh fuck off, mate!” Ashton laughs.

“Not you, you fucking egg. Duke--I was talking to Duke.”

“Oh!” Ashton giggles. “Sorry, I thought you was trying to talk shit.”

“I don’t have to try and do that to you.”

“Oi, don’t start something bro.” The two of them laugh and Calum bends down to scratch behind Duke’s ears. “Alright, thanks for confirming that meeting. I’ll see you tomorrow in the studio?”

“Yeah--bright and early. Talk to you later.” The call ends and when Calum spins around in his desk chair, his jaw drops as she steps out from the bedroom. It’s not exactly something new--as in something that she’s never worn before. But it doesn’t mean he ever gets tired of seeing her like this.

The white bustier pushes her breasts up and almost over the cups. And he travels the look down, taking in the baby blue skirt, fishnet knee highs. And he goes back up, taking in a black strap wrapping around her thighs. She notes the lustful gaze and steps right on the line of the threshold to the door.

“So,” Calum starts, trailing his gaze down and then back up to her face. “Not the black lingerie I was anticipating.”

“No, I’m waiting for the heels I want for that lingerie to go on sale. Besides, you didn’t like the collar I liked so I’m still searching.”

“It wasn’t that I didn’t like it. It’s just too similar to one we already bought.”

“You’re right, but still.”

Calum cracks a smile at the reluctant confession. “But enough about that. This--this is a cute outfit.”

She nods, smoothing out the pleated mini skirt. “It’s less about the outfit and more about these,” she says, tapping at the thin black band.

“And those are?” Calum asks. It’s one step closer into the room and Calum think he can make out a heart shaped metal loop in the middle of it. She takes a second step closer and Calum can see clearly it’s some sort of thigh garter--leather or something related as the material. “Oh,” he breathes.

She continues slowly to approach Calum and when she’s just in arms reach, she lifts the skirt up. It goes up inch by inch and Calum’s entranced. Watching more of her thighs revealed to him. And soon it’s black panties--mesh and if Calum remembers correctly crotchless. But wrapped around her waist is another band of leather. Two pieces hook to another metal hoop right on her hip bones and then one trip connects the top piece to the bottom.

“A harness garter belt--what do you think?” she asks in a whisper.

Calum exhales, desire stirring in the pit of his stomach. He reaches out, wrapping his fingers around her thighs and pulling her into him. He kisses in the spaces between the leather, gingerly, lips hardly touching her skin. “I think you look beautiful,” he hums, dropping his head on his neck to look up at her.

Her eyes are still closed and Calum softly runs the tips of his fingers up her thigh, tracing the lines of the harness. With a deep exhale, she finally blinks back to reality. “Not too silly?”

His brows meet in the middle of his face. Why would she think it’s too silly? There’s nothing silly about her standing in front of him, clearly excited about her own purchase. “Angel--I’ll be damned if I ever think this is silly.”

Swinging her leg over and settling onto his lap, she grins. “Thank you, love.”

Calum holds onto her hips, rubbing his palms down to her ass. “So you said this technically isn’t lingerie?”

“No--I don’t think so. But I think they could be--a small accessory to something I already have.”

They share a kiss, much too quick for Calum’s liking so he pulls her back in for more. And her arms wind around his neck as he continues to palm her ass. Here, he doesn’t really care what it is technically or not. She looks absolutely amazing. “I like it. In fact,” Calum starts, moving to grip her thighs before housing them both up and then plopping her down on the desk. “I really like them.”

Calum stands between her legs, nose brushing and bumping against hers. Here, she can feel her core aching as Calum’s fingers trail closer and closer to her heat. It’s feather light--his touch, but it makes her feel electric all the same. “Cal,” she hums.

“Yes baby?”

There’s nothing that comes out of her mouth but a small huff, a rushed and harsh exhale at the feeling of his fingers dancing across her skin. He grins pulling back just a little to see the way her face goes slack, almost as if she’s at peace with him between her legs.

“Was there something you wanted to say, darlin’?” Calum tries again, taking just a half step back away from her.

With her eyes still closed, she smiles. “I want to know,” she starts, exhaling softly to counter the thud of her heart in her chest, “if you’d so kindly want to make love to me?”

Calum can’t help his own small tuft of laughter. “Darlin’, I’d do so happily.” They don’t always wind up in bed like this--but it’s nice, to be comfortable even to be this forward with this and this open.

Calum takes her hand as she hops down from the desk. “Give me a twirl,” he asks. She obliges, turning in a circle for Calum, punctuating the back view by lifting her skirt up. “Silly girl,” Calum laughs, giving a firm but playful tap to her ass.

Facing Calum again, she wraps her arms around his torso. “But you love it.”

“I do. I love you.”

They share another kiss and she slowly walks backwards out of the room. They get lost in each other--Calum in the way she fits against him and her in the way Calum holds her, palms spanning across her back and tight enough that she wonders if he thinks she’s going to disappear but gently enough at the same time that she’d love nothing more than staying here forever in his hold.

Calum finds the zipper to the top and slowly drags it down. The material exhales, slowly falling away from her body and when it falls to the floor, he kisses her neck, down to the swell of her breast. Her moans are soft, just above a hum that makes just enough noise for him to hear. And it goes right to his gut.

Here there's very little need for words. When Calum gives, she takes happily. But when she tugs at his hair, Calum knows to step back, lets her give something to him. Her kisses are soft against his skin, but make him feel like it’s being set on fire. One that he’d happily stay in, let the blaze consume every inch of him, if it meant that she was always the one to take him.

His shirt goes to join hers. Her mouth teases his nipples as she descends further down on him. Calum thinks he sighs, all he can do is just shut his eyes and let go into the feeling of her teasing the cut of his hips beneath the sweatpants. She’s always like this, teasing him. At first, it used to annoy him. But now he loves it, loves just how close she’s willing to push him to the edge, push his buttons but always delivering at the end of it.

Her meticulous work, to watch him jump at every scratch of her nails and nip of her teeth, is enjoyable. But Calum blinks open his eyes to cup her jaw, which stops her. When her gaze lifts, Calum motions for her to stand. “Yes?” she grins standing to her full height.

Calum presses their foreheads together. “I missed you.”

“Well how dare I keep a man like you waiting?” With a slow kiss, tongues just barely dancing, Calum walks the two of them to the bed. The back of her knees hit the edge of it and she buckles just a little. Calum catches her from falling. “Turn around,” he whispers into her ear, “please.”

The instruction is obeyed and she spins to face the bed. Calum finds the zipper to the powder blue skirt and almost doesn’t want to take it off her. In the end, he does-- Calum lets the skirt fall onto a pool at their feet. Without even prompting she falls to her hands, ass grinding against his hips. He traces her spine with the pads of his fingers, following all the way down, over the curve of her ass and down to the opening in the panties. His fingers gather a bit of her arousal.

“Oh,” he groans. “So wet for me,” he hums with approval.

“Always for you,” she sighs. Calum teases her clit--a featherlight touch as he dances over her core. She lets herself fall a little bit more into the mattress--another moan leaving her lips when Calum takes one finger down from her clit to teasing her entrance.

Calum pulls away, bring his wet fingers to his lips and sucking them clean. “Taste just like heaven,” he hums. He gingerly guides her back to standing and uses her hips to get her to face him again.

More kisses are shared before they fall onto the mattress. Calum takes hold of one of the straps around her thigh and tugs her down, closer to him and she laughs. It gets caught off and morphed into a moan as Calum’s tongue licks a wide stripe up her. He’s careful of the mesh material of her panties, but knows that carefulness won’t last long. Not when her arousal coats his tongue. Not when her nails scratch over the muscles of his shoulders or tangle into the curls on his head.

She melts under the work of his mouth. The mattress merely becoming the vessel to hold the mess she’s bound to make and become. The room echoes the moans and slurps. Fingers gripping at the sheet, she chants Calum’s name. His tongue working magic over her core and just when she thinks she couldn’t possibly handle anything more, she notices the stretch at the addition of his fingers.

“Fuck,” she whines, lifiting one leg and he slips in even deeper, curling his fingers and hitting just the right spot.

Calum hungers for her pleasure--the high-pitched whine and groan as she releases. Some days it’s just the sound he needs to ground him. She gives short and breathless huffs, and quivers underneath him. “Gonna be a good girl?” Calum asks, fingers still pumping at her.

“Yes, oh yes, I will.”

“Gonna cum for me?”

“I want to, yes I’ll come for you. Make me your good girl.” Her voice sounds far away, as if she’s not fully cognizant of what she’s saying. Not quite babbling, but definitely talking so fast words bump into each other and slur together.

Calum grins, sucking at her clit again and she groans, head throwing back against the pillows. Her toes are curling--her whole body growing warmer with the passing second. The heat coils in her lower gut and she’s pleading. Though, she’s not sure who she is really meaning to plead to, but she wants to cum so badly.

Then it finally happens, one moment she’s sure she’s nearly in tears and the next, the coil snaps. She squeezes, hips raising off the bed and Calum continues to ride out her orgasm, gently pressing her back down into the bed. She hisses and starts to push at his shoulders, the signal that it’s too much. So Calum places one last kiss to her clit before pulling away from her glistening core.

Beneath him, eyes fluttering close, she looks angelic. Calum holds himself up above her and just watches the way she tries to collect her breath. “You’re beautiful, you know?” he whispers, not wanting to shatter the silence.

“No kidding?” she teases, winding her arms around his neck. The necklace dangles just a little in her face and she takes one hand to trace the chain. Hooking her fingers into it, she tugs Calum down to her. The taste of her arousal on Calum’s tongue makes her head spin. Calum caresses her side and stomach as the kiss deepens. Here is all they need--the soft and deep kisses, the moans that they swallow from each other.

Her hands leave from around his neck and begin to push down his sweatpants and underwear. And he lets her, even pulls back to kneel on his knees as she sits up. Their kiss hardly breaks and she’s quick to tug the cotton material down, hands wrapping around his length.

He groans at the squeeze--nothing too hard just enough pressure to make his whole body ignite. Her hand pumps him, once, then twice slowly and teasing him. “Baby,” he sighs, relishing the feeling of her hands working over him. The stay like that only for a minute or two before Calum pauses her to step down and full disrobe.

When he climbs back onto the bed, he crawls over her. “Welcome back, handsome,” she greets.

“Oh, it’s so good to be back,” he returns, grinning.

She runs her fingers over the tattoos decorating his chest, out of habit, out of something to ground her for a moment. There’s no way he’s real and it shouldn’t ever shock her like this. But sometimes it sneaks up on her and the realization of how madly in love she is with his man hits her all over again.

“What are you thinking about?” Calum asks.

“How much I love you,” she answers softly.

“I love you too,” he returns, bending down to kiss her. It’s soft and sweet--the kiss. For a moment, they just inhale the breaths of the other. It’s a tender moment, one that neither one wants to interrupt, so they let it linger, smiling at each other. She stretches up to kiss him, one hand trailing between their bodies and Calum catches the hint all too quickly when she traces along his length.

“I haven’t forgotten, love,” he exhales in a breathy laugh. “Trust me, I could never forget.” Once lined up, Calum’s slow to sink into her. One, he wants to drag this out, enjoy every inch of him that she grips of him. And two, because he wants to make sure that even in the lull that she’s ready to take him.

Her head falls back, hair pushing into the pillow and neck exposing itself to him. A tempting sight but Calum loses himself in the feeling of her wetness. He’s slow, pulling out just a bit before sinking further back into her. Her sighs and words of encouragement are soft from beneath him but they fuel him.

The pace quickens and both of them groan at the ecstasy. Out of reflex, she lifts one leg to readjust her hip flexor and Calum brings it up, resting her ankle on his shoulder. He kisses over the joint and the anklet, savoring just how much of her he can feel like this.

The chain dangles in her face, brushing in the valley of her breast and she revels in the feeling of Calum reaching the full depths of her body. She digs her nails into his flesh, more curses falling from her lip. But some of them get lost in the groans that win out. “God,” she huffs. “You’re everywhere.” And though it’s a bit of strain to get the words out because Calum’s pace is relentless as he snaps his hips into hers, she pushes the words out.

“You always take me so well,” he praises, watching the way her face contorts. “Oh, so soon, love? You’re going to cum again for me so fucking soon, like a good girl.”

Her whine slips out first but she nods, feeling the coil tightening yet again in her lower abdomen. Her body is hot, and she can already feel the prickle of sweat on her forehead. “Please, baby, please,” she begs.

“As you wish,” he hums, his own orgasm approaching faster than he anticipated. His body humming as the warmth spreads. The bed rocks just a little, hitting the wall and the sounds echo around them as they sigh and moan to each other. But the only thing that really matters to them, is each other.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, voice straining as she orgasms. No noise comes from her, but her mouth opens like if she had the breath she’d definitely be screaming his name. This time the quakes last longer, her whole body shaking. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” he hums, bumping his nose against her jaw, still riding through her orgasm.

“Shit, oh my god,” she shudders, wrapping her arms around his neck.

There’s a slight hiss when Calum moves again, and he kisses over her face, starting with her nose and then moving to her cheeks. Another quake takes her and Calum, not anticipating it, groans-- his orgasm now right on the edge. It won’t be much longer, but she nibbles at his earlobe. “Thank you,” she whispers. “Made me feel so fucking good. I want you to cum in me. So fucking deep,” she hums.

And while Calum’s trying to get his own rebuttal to the tip of his tongue, she squeezes around him. “Fuck,” he yelps just a little, his body erupting with his orgasm. His body shudders and he’s so blindsided by the feeling, his slips just a little, more of his weight settling onto her than usual.

She doesn’t say anything, just hums at the feeling of him succumbing to the pleasure. “Oh, that’s what I wanted,” she encourages. It leaves her throat like a purr and Calum shivers again at the sound.

They lay together, for a moment, her nails scratching lightly at the muscles in his back. Calum sinks into her, body going heavy. Her slight shift squeezes around him and he groans, sensitive. “Don’t--I can’t,” he laughs.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to.” Even her own voice sounds heavy and slurred. She kisses his temple and Calum pushes up. He’s slow to pull out, enjoying the drips that follow of his own release spilling out of her. With one finger he gently scopes it back up and into her. The familiar twinge of desire pulls at his lower gut and it’s almost enough. She even shivers, but Calum watches the way her eyes stay closed.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Sleepy now,” she returns.

“Let’s get cleaned up first and then we can nap.” His voice sounds farther away towards the end of the sentence and she assumes he went to the attached bathroom. The rush of water from the sink confirms it. Something wet and warm presses against her--no doubt Calum with a warm washcloth.

The clean up is swift as both of them share a shower and then under the sheets, they curl up around each other. Calum kisses the top of her head as she nuzzles in closely. “I want pancakes after our nap,” she mutters.

“I think we still have some blueberries.”

She pops up onto her elbow and grins a little. “It’s like you can read my mind.”

Calum laughs. “Maybe just a little bit.”

[specialagentsergio]

side effects may vary

summary: An unexpected side effect brings you and Spencer closer—literally—when he’s prescribed a medication to help relieve his chronic nightmares.

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

category: fluff

content warnings: prescription drug use, one small sexual reference, discussion of tornadoes (spencer gives a small infodump)

a/n: i wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins‘ “there was only one bed” event. when i saw the “medication makes someone sleepy” prompt, i had to take it, because this happens to me regularly lol.

word count: 2k

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It’s become a habit for you and Spencer: every Friday night you can, the two of you get together and watch a movie or show. It’s always at your place because he doesn’t have a TV, but he doesn’t mind—you have the better couch anyways. He thinks he could stay on it forever, especially on the nights where you don’t watch anything at all and talk for hours instead.

He made the mistake of mentioning this Friday night tradition to Morgan once. He’d questioned just why, exactly, Spencer liked going over to your place so much. Spencer hadn’t realized Derek was teasing him until he’d already come up with the lame excuse of your couch being really comfortable.

Morgan had chuckled. “I think it has less to do with the couch and more to do with the person who owns it, kid.”

He was right, of course, but was Spencer going to admit his silly little crush? Absolutely not. Especially not to Derek. He just continued going to your place every Friday, stubbornly ignoring the smirks and eyebrow wiggles sent his way from the man.

It’s one such night a few months later when an alarm on his phone goes off, making you both jump. He nearly spills the popcorn everywhere in his scramble to turn it off. “Sorry. It’s—wow, it’s nine already.” As usually happens when he’s with you, he’s lost track of time. It’s why he set the alarm in the first place.

“You have somewhere to be?” you ask.

“Um, no. I just…” he trails off, leaning forward to dig through his satchel at his feet, searching for the white paper bag he picked up from the pharmacy earlier in the day.

You don’t ask aloud, raising an eyebrow instead. It’s you providing him with an out—you’ll let him pretend he didn’t see it if he doesn’t want to answer the question.

He sighs, pulling the little orange bottle out, a prescription from the psychiatrist you’d coaxed him into seeing. “It’s just, uh… it’s supposed to help with, y’know… dreams,” he explains quietly.

“Nightmares,” you clarify.

“Yeah. That’s what the alarm was for.” He pops the cap and looks at the little pills inside. “To remind me.”

“We can finish this later,” you say with a gesture towards the TV. “It’s okay if you need to leave.”

He shakes his head. “She said to take it a few hours before bed. There’s plenty of time to finish.” Not that he cares that much about the show. He just doesn’t want to cut his time with you short.

“The bottle says it can make you drowsy, though,” you say, pointing out the little flap on the side of the bottle he hadn’t noticed.

“It won’t,” he dismisses nearly immediately, shaking a dose out into his hand.

“You can’t know that.”

“I’m a chronic insomniac. I’ve tried medication before. It doesn’t work,” he says firmly.

“If you say so,” you say, unconvinced.

“I do.”

“Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” The words on their own typically imply annoyance or resignation, an insistence that the speaker knows better, but from you, all he can detect is amusement. And if he didn’t know better, he’d say your slight smile conveyed affection.

“Oh, I won’t,” he replies confidently, and takes the dose with a sip of water.

That confidence turns out to be misplaced.

It doesn’t happen quickly. You finish watching the current episode and he insists on another. About halfway through it, he starts to feel… different. A little… foggy and unfocused. Any movement he makes feels slow, and his eyelids are getting heavy. Try as he might, he can’t quite keep them open. He’ll rest them for just a minute….

“… encer. Spencer.” Something pokes his arm and he grumbles, shifting away.

“What?”

“It’s over.”

He blinks a few times, slowly reacquainting himself with his surroundings. Credits are rolling on the TV screen; he's about to ask why they look slanted, then realizes it's because he's slumped to the side. He pushes himself back to sitting, a delayed "oh" leaving his mouth. He rubs the sleep from one of his eyes, and catches your expression in the other.

"Shut up."

"I didn't say anything!" you protest but the little laugh punctuating your words gives away what he knew you were thinking: I told you so.

With a sigh, he begins gathering up his things, pulling his bag into his lap and untying his shoelaces so he can put them back on.

“What are you doing?" you ask.

"Um, going home?"

"You can't ride the Metro like this," you say. "You're half asleep."

He tries and fails to suppress a yawn, but still insists, "I'll be fine."

"Spencer, I don't like you riding the Metro this late even when you're totally lucid. You know that."

He does. You often express such worries on your Friday nights, offering to let him stay with you. He always declines. Your couch may be comfortable when he's sitting, but it's not long enough for his legs horizontally.

He also worries about what he might say in his sleep. He's been playfully teased by team members often enough already. The last thing he wants is to ruin your friendship by expressing his feelings for you in his sleep.

He's got one shoe on and is about to put on the other, but you snatch it away. "Hey."

"No,” you say firmly. "You're staying here tonight."

"(Y/N)--"

"Take your shoe off." You flip the TV off, stand, and stretch. "And come to bed."

His mouth drops open a little. Come to bed. Did he really just hear that? You say it like it's the most natural thing. It sounds so...domestic.

He really likes it.

His eyes follow you as you walk to your bedroom. You stop in the doorway and look back to him. "Come on."

He's in a bit of a daze as he walks towards you, not realizing he's still wearing one shoe for a few steps. He clumsily kicks it off, then follows you through the bedroom door and into the adjoining bathroom, where you provide him with a spare toothbrush.

Normally he wouldn't want to share toothpaste with someone. He's even refused to do so a few times on cases when his little travel-sized tube has run out, instead going down to the front desk of whatever place they're staying at for a replacement, no matter how tired he is. But tonight he doesn't even think twice, just takes the tube when you pass it to him. It simply feels...normal, as if you and him do this every night before bed.

I could get used to this.

Spencer's still a little groggy from the medication, so it isn't until he’s standing in the bedroom that he realizes that there’s a problem. "There's only one bed."

"Um, yeah," you reply. "What, did you think I had bunk beds?"

"No, I just..." He's not sure how to explain it when you're pulling back the covers like it’s any other night. "There's one bed... and two of us."

"That's correct. It's a queen. It's made for two people," you point out. You sit down on one side, then pat your hand on the other.

He slowly approaches the bed, but hesitates, twisting his fingers a little. Your expression shifts, and he blinks. Surely that's not a look of disappointment he's seeing?

Your voice is quiet when you speak. "Spencer, if you don't want to share a bed with me, you can just say it."

"What? No!" he exclaims. "That—that's not it at all."

"Okay, then, what is it?"

"The opposite,” he says with a nervous laugh. “I can't believe you want to share a bed with me."

"Why wouldn't I?" You say it so simply; he can hardly believe it.

"Well, because I'm... me," is the reply he comes up with. "I'm annoying, and I talk too much, and my limbs are all long and weird--"

"I don't think you're annoying, Spencer," you interrupt. "We wouldn't be friends if I did."

"Oh. I guess... I guess that's true. But my arms and legs--”

"Are fine,” you reassure.

“I…” He’s a little too out of it still to think of something else. “Well, okay.”

“Since that settled..." You smile up at him. "Would you get into bed?"

He can't help but smile back. "Okay."

You both settle in. Right before you turn off the light, he speaks again. "I talk in my sleep," he says quickly, heat rising to his cheeks. "Just thought you should know.

"So I'm gonna get your fun facts in the night, too?" you ask, the corner of your mouth turning up.

"Maybe." He fiddles with the collar of his shirt. "Derek says every night is a toss up between that or gibberish…”

You laugh. "Noted."

You turn the lights off and silence falls over the room as you both find comfortable positions. The medication definitely hasn't worn off; sleep is quickly approaching him again. He feels a light touch on his arm. It trails down to his wrist. A slight pause, then you're sliding your hand into his. On instinct he winds his fingers through yours. He hears a content sigh right before he drifts off.

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Morning light spilling through the curtains wakes him up. He takes in a deep breath and stretches. He feels amazingly well rested; more than he has in a long time. And he had the best dream about you….

Spencer rolls over, then jumps a little—you're right there next to him, awake and looking at him with a soft expression.

"So it wasn't a dream," he says aloud.

You smile. "No, it wasn't.”

"We slept in the same bed," he says, dumbstruck.

"We did."

"You... held my hand?"

A nod and a bashful smile. “I did."

"Huh." He's quiet as he processes this and gathers his memories together. There's a question that comes to mind, but he doesn't know if he’s brave enough to voice it. Instead, he asks, "Did I sleep talk?"

"You did," you reply. "You told me the widest recorded tornado was 2.6 miles wide."

"The 2013 El Reno tornado," he says automatically. "It’s also the second most powerful tornado recorded. It occurred on May 31 of that year. Though it officially ranks as the widest tornado on record, current Doppler estimates of the 1999 Mullhall, Oklahoma tornado indicate that it may have been 4.3 miles wide."

You blink. "That's terrifying."

Spencer winces. "Sorry."

"It's okay." You hesitate a little, biting your lower lip, then slowly reach out and take his hand. Again, his fingers thread through yours perfectly.

He looks down at your joined hands, then back at you. His question from before returns. "What does this mean?" he asks quietly.

"It means..." You take a deep breath. "I like you.”

He frowns. "I know that. That's why we're friends."

"That's not what I meant." You squeeze his hand as if to remind him that you're holding it. "I meant that I like you as more than a friend."

His eyebrows shoot up. “Really?" he squeaks.

"Really," you confirm. "If you don't feel the same, I understa--”

You're cut off by him leaning forward and pressing the lightest little kiss on your lips.

"I like you as more than a friend, too," he says softly.

You give him the most wonderful smile. "Then get back here and kiss me properly."

Spencer obliges. He's never cared less about morning breath.

You scoot closer to him when you break apart and push his limbs around slightly to get into an embrace. "Finally," you murmur into the skin of his neck.

The sensation makes him shiver. “What do you mean?"

"I’ve been trying to get you into my bed for weeks."

He nearly chokes on his own sharp inhale. "I—what?"

"Not like that," you clarify. "I just wanted a good opportunity to confess. I figured you'd be too comfy in bed to run off right after I told you."

“You think I'd run off on you?"

You shrug. “You tend to remove yourself from a situation if your feelings get too intense. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, but in this case, it’s the last thing I wanted to happen, you know?”

"Yeah, I get that,” he says. "I promise not to do it with you, though. About anything.”

You lift your head to look him in the eyes. “Kiss me again."

Spencer does.

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