#aside from me writing Zip to be an insane man

[dark-roasted-kestel]

I've ended up changing my mind about hydropolis, I'll still be excited about rewriting but with some thinking and planning and other shit I will now say that the Broadleaf/Ding Dong Dell arc is going to even more exciting to rewrite >:)

What are the arcs you're excited to rewrite :]

OHOHOHOHO BUDDY

The Hydropolis arc is definitely going to be fun, especially all the hurt the Hydropolians are going to feel >:)

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Imposter: Bakugo Katsuki

Now he's an imposter I can expect not knowing about his feelings

Like when all is said and done his reasoning for keeping you alive has you baffled

Because of his abrasive and bombastic anger knowing what's going through his head is truly a shot in the dark

And his confusing anger coupled with his genuine smarts makes him an even better imposter

During meetings it suits him best to play detective

If he isn't his angry defense is usually suspected more

When he's playing crewmate he's either assistant in security or demolitions expert

I can honestly see him working with Kirishima or even Deku

For Kirishima to be in on it they can play their natural chemistry off as well established trust as they slice and dice behind the scenes

With Deku I think the absolute hatred is a great distraction as everyone writes off their potential to be imposters

It is known that they work great together…when their on the same page

For Bakugo's reasons it can stem from personal grudge, mercenary work, or just pure and absolute boredom

He's just that type of person really

I wouldn't expect him to be an alien but it wouldn't be insane if he hung around aliens as some kind of bounty hunter

Occupation aside I can see him falling in love with just about anyone

Like you can match his fire, be a friendly socialite, or even if you're quiet and meek

It just takes one thing for him to realize he's falling in love

Maybe it's how you do your hair

Or the way you use his first name completely oblivious to the cultural implications

Or even the way you yell right back at him when you felt like he crossed a line

For you to realize he's untruthful in any regard there will have to be a moment of weakness

Like he's a little too angry to notice the blood staining his suit

Or being a little off in his timing

Or even getting top personal about his killings:

Katsuki Bakugo had a mission. A mission that would have been easy for him if you weren't there. Thankfully his partner wasn't stiffy and instead encouraged him to enact his desires. Grimacing to himself he thought of their stupid go-lucky face and stomped a little harder to fake his task with wires. 🎵"Johnny don't leave me you said you'd love me forever-"🎵 Jiro Kyoka. Radiologist and assistant to technology head. He typically didn't have a problem with the music junkie but what she said last meeting was really out of pocket. "Were you really in electrical (Y/n)?" He sabotaged in there knowing full well where his annoying darling…attachment was. "I was! I was standing right next to you!" Watching a single vote pop up under your name it was obvious who it was from. You rightfully were fuming and for once Katsuki was sat down to listen; before excusing himself to 'complete his task'. Crouching near an open panel continuing to hum Jiro was absolutely oblivious to his presence until he moved his arms to cross in front of him. "Oh, Bakugo-san! You surprised me. Need something?" "Yeah, you really think their the…imposter?" "Oh, that" Sighing she unhooked the ear bud previously stuck in her ear. "Yeah well it was just a bit of pettiness on my part." "…what?!" "Ah y'know they've been unplugging my speakers at night. Really messes with my morning routine and it was just a little payback is all." Casually fidgeting with the exposed support she missed the contorting face of the man behind her. "Are you serious?" "I mean…well yeah…I knew no one was actually gonna vote them…" She looked off thoughtfully once again missing the creeping that Bakugo Katsuki was doing. "M-maybe that was pretty messed up…I should go apologize…" "You think?" Gun drawn and the other hand zipping up the top part of his suit. Crimson eyes blazing in anger Jiro understood exactly what was happening. "W-w-wait i-i'm really sorry I didn't mean anything by it! I just wanted-" "You wanted to get them killed!" "No-no--" Moving swiftly he moved closer to her gun harshly pushing at her cheek. She began to cry, shakily attempting to move his hand back only encouraging him to press further into her. "YOU THINK THIS IS A JOKE YOU COULD'VE GOTTEN THEM KILLED FOR SOME STUPID REASON!" "Nwo pwease-!" "YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE LET ALONE BEG TO THEM!" He grabbed her head with his unoccupied hand bending down to slam it into the still open electrical panel. The charge quickly fried the flesh of her face moving throughout her body even as her contact with the panel was broken repeatedly as the imposter slammed her face against it. Katsuki remained unaffected by the violent volts of electricity for he had made motions to properly wear his space suit which had insulating properties unlike Jiro who like many on the ship only wore the bottom part as the upper part was tied around the waist. Continuing to slam her face he knew by the lack of struggle that she was dead; but he didn't stop. Battering the corpse got him thinking how he was going to say he found her and what he planned to do. It wouldn't be insane that he saw the dead crewmate near the wires and it would prove his innocence since he spoke with-" "…Katsuki…?" Immediately the fleshy bangs against metal stopped and the blonde wearing the orange suit looked up to see the one he did this for. Shocked and confused but putting the pieces together you began to turn to run to the nearest panic buttons. Faster than you could comprehend you were enraptured in the warm burly arms of the man you once called your friend. Before you could scream you felt a prick in your exposed neck before going limp in his arms. "I'm sick of you getting in my way." He easily tossed you over his shoulders before stomping his way to the dormitories.

______________________________________________________________

"You."

Bang!

"Can't."

Bang!

"Keep."

Bang!

"Me!"

Bang!

"In!"

Bang!

"Here!"

Bang!

He chuckled hearing your muffled tantrum from behind the door he had finished welding shut. Now his distraction was good and out of the way. Don't be deceived he adores his (Y/n) but he just can't have his significant other distracting him from his work, his pride. He'd sort you out later, get you to love him but for now he was going to clean up the gutter trash. "Trust me babe, I'll get to ya just let me do my job first." The sound of an emergency meeting rang. Perfect timing. Turning on the pager he had, he set it to two rings. Giving his partner the code red signal. What was code red? It was the code that meant that they weren't playing the stealth game anymore and now it was just do or die. The smirk on his face grew wider as he sped up to the meeting point. It was gonna be a massacre just the way he liked it and no distraction of his was going to stop it.

[quillsanddaydreams]

what great men say

james potter x reader

—author’s note: I was extremely soft about James and just how goofy he is around his friends and I just had to write it down. So what does being friends with James and eventually falling for him include? Enjoy!

—warning(s): mentions of food, she/her pronouns!reader 

—wordcount: 3,196

You sighed looking at the time. He would be here any minute— he never came late. Tapping your foot, you turned your attention to the book open in front of you. Transfiguration. The subject that you struggled with the most. James excelled at it. 

The turtle he transformed the teacup into that day was stunning. Popping its head inside the green-gold shell as everyone looked on. James smiled teasingly wide when McGonagall had commended him. No one noticed when he shifted aside to talk to the turtle in a baby voice. It made you smile. You blinked. Words swirled on the page you’d opened. Shaking your head, you turned to concentrate on them.

“There you are!” James shouted as the librarian shot him a glare. He was huffing— apparently from running to the library. He made an apologetic face and slowly came and plopped down beside you.

“Do you always have to be loud?” you said as he playfully rolled his eyes.

“Well, a great man once said loudness is the way of life,” he huffed, breathing deeply as you raised an eyebrow.

“And is this great man you?”

“Are you saying anything to the contrary?”

You let a small smile play on your lips which etched his grin further.

“I wouldn’t dare,” you said as he adjusted his collar, looking smug.

“I mean, even great men tell the turtle they made from a teacup that it is a good boy,” you said nonchalantly, opening a notebook. James flustered.

“I didn’t tell Jake he was a good boy,” he murmured.

“Jake, huh?”

“Shut it.”

The two of you spend the next hour working on the transfiguration assignment. James was patient as he helped you through spells and theory. You laughed, studied and talked. It was just like that between you two. You were good friends, you teased each other, pulled a few pranks and had fun. There was something about him that made you open up more than anyone else. And you loved him. It was stupid really. 

James was utterly and completely in love with Lily Evans. Everyone knew that. You tried and you tried to push it back but you couldn’t help it. It crept up upon you- he had always been so kind to you, so adorably cute that you just fell for him. As torturous as it was, you didn’t dare to even hint him about it. Listening to him gush about the perfect head-girl, you never let your smile fade even if it never reached your eyes. 

James poked your side as you packed your books.

“Hmm?”

“Lily and I talked a lot last night,” he said excitedly as your chest contracted. You zipped up your bag, hanging it by your side.

“Oh yeah?” you asked, plastering on a smile. The two of you started moving out of the library.

“It was amazing,” He said, punctuating each word, a dreamy look on his face. “She told me about her muggle life- records, music tapes- that sort of stuff. She was surprised when I talked to her about Queen and Beatles, impressed even.”

He scratched the back of his head, narrowly avoiding a first year who ran past the two of you.

“Couldn’t tell her you introduced it to us and it’s what Sirius blasts in the room all day long.”

You giggled.

“Did he listen to all of them already?” you asked, desperate to change topics. The two of you turned around the corner. James scoffed.

“Pretty sure he heard each of them at least a hundred times.”

“It’s good music James,” you sighed. “Ask him whether he’s free next Hogsmeade weekend, I’ll show him a place he’s going to adore.”

“Ah, I have some head-boy duties with Lily, Remus is helping Slughorn for extra credit and Peter is practicing astronomy,” James said as you furrowed your eyebrows.

“So Sirius is free?”

“Yes, but we aren’t,” James shrugged as you laughed.

“Okay,” you dragged on, not sure where the conversation was going. “Ask him if he’d like to go with me?”

James turned to you, confused.

“You’ll go with Sirius, alone?” he asked as you hummed in response, shrugging. He scowled.

You turned back at James standing at the door to the common room.

“Tomorrow, same time?” you asked with a smile. He nodded giving you a half-hearted grin and moving towards his room. Did you say something wrong? Shaking your head, you retreated to your dorm.

-♡♡♡-

A loud knock shook you. You looked towards the window and… James?

“James what the hell are you doing there?” you asked, jolting towards the sill and unlocking it. The idiot was standing a broom nearly forty feet above ground.

“I was wondering whether you’d join us all for a trip to the kitchens?” he breathed, a small smile playing on his lips. You heard snorts making you look down at the ground. Sirius, Remus and Peter were rolling out in laughter, but you couldn’t think much about that.

“Are you insane? Bloody sit down on your broom or come in,” you said eyes wide.

“Fine, I’m coming.” James grinned, jumping inside. He grabbed your arms almost falling over you. A strong perfume attacked your senses. His face was so close to yours, you could count the faint freckles on his face. Messy strands of hair fell over his forehead making you want to run your hands over them. You blinked, steading yourself before taking a step back. James coughed.

“Um, I was sneaking out for some hot chocolate,” he said placing his hands in his jeans’ pocket, thumbs out. “I remember you complaining we never took you.”

“Oh,” you said, feeling awkward all of a sudden. “Let me just get my jacket, it’s kinda cold.”

Grabbing the nearest jacket, you put it on as James stared around your room. You had decorated it beautifully. Post cards, quotes and some letters were put up on a wall on the far end. His eyes fell on you as you turned to him smiling, ready to leave. He gulped.

“How are we leaving?” you asked and James gestured to his broom floating outside your window.

After much bickering, you found yourself sitting behind James, holding onto him for your dear life. That wasn’t to say you didn’t enjoy it. It felt good being so close to him, having your hands around his waist. You almost felt sad when you reached down. Sirius smirked at you as you climbed off the broom. He knew more than he probably should.

“What took you so long?” Peter complained. You saw Sirius open his mouth to say something but closed it on seeing your glare. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“Well now that she’s here, shall we?” he said leading you ahead of the group.

James frowned at the two of you. Sirius whispered something in your ear making you roll your eyes playfully.

“What’s made you so off now?” Peter asked. Remus patted his shoulder.

“Jealousy is always a bad colour on people my dear wormtail,” Remus said dramatically. James raised it eyebrows.

“I’m not jealous,” James said pointedly and then shrugged. “What would I be jealous of?”

Remus rolled his eyes.

“Sureeee.”

You took in the warm room while the boys asked for hot chocolates for all of you. Sweet smell of banana bread and muffins eloped the kitchen. Remus called for you, handing you a steaming mug of cocoa. You sat down beside James tuning in to their conversation. He gave you a small smile as Remus and Peter quarrelled about their divination predictions. You laughed and you talked, feeling the week’s tension slowly slip off your shoulders. When it was time to leave, you felt oddly content. Making them promise to make this a monthly thing, you finally turned to leave. James held you back.

“I was wondering, if you’d like to have a bit more fun?” James asked, biting his lip. “Just us two.”

You looked at him curiously and licked your lip.

“And what will this fun, entail?”

“There’s this small place near the edge of forbidden forest,” he said and you raised an eyebrow. “I swear it’s not that dangerous. It’s honestly beautiful.”

James didn’t know why he was so bent over to spend some more time with you. All he knew was that he didn’t want the evening to end. He didn’t want to leave you just yet. So when you nodded slowly, he couldn’t stop the grin that spread on his face.

The two of you tip-toed through the castle, James’s invisibility cloak with him just in case. Checking the map, he turned towards you. Taking your hand in his; he whispered, “Run.”

Your eyes widened. James sprinted forward, taking you with him. There was no time to think. Trying to keep up with him— you made your way through the grounds, the air icy against your face. You were huffing by the time you reached the lip of the forest.

“What exactly were we running from?” you asked, taking in gulps of air.

“No one— we were taking too much time,” he said shrugging. “And adrenaline always feels good.”

He didn’t notice you glaring at him. You slapped his arm playfully.

“Hey—” he groaned, rubbing at the spot.

“Now that you’ve wounded me, shall we?”

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. Placing his palms on your shoulder James turned you, leading you towards a small clearing. Your arms erupted in goosebumps, feeling him right behind you. His breath tickled your neck. Did he really not know the effect he had on you? Reaching there, James gestured around dramatically. Fireflies buzzed around the area and the ground bloomed with wild flowers.

“Wow,” you gasped. James watched you, his face lighting up. Running your hands through the shrubs you looked up. Night sky was always clear at Hogwarts. But somehow it seemed even more beautiful then. You glanced towards James catching him staring.

“See something you like?”

“You look beautiful,” James uttered before he could stop himself. Your cheeks heated up.

You did. You looked gorgeous every single day. James swallowed, a distinct blush covering his cheeks. He felt your gaze on him, waiting for him to say something. He heard you sigh after a little while.

“You know, when I was small, I used to collect fireflies in a jar,” you said, sitting down slowly. James joined you. “Pretty little things they were. I would stare at them for hours. Mum hated them. Dad didn’t seem to mind. They would zoom around in the jar and I would take it in hand running through the house saying they were my army. Danger shall befall those who cross me— I used to say”

James let out a laugh, sighing as you both watched the stars. Sneaking a glance at him, you caught him doing the same. Light from flies lighted up his face, his brown eyes sparkling. You didn’t know who leaned in. His lips were soft against yours as you let your hands tangle in his hair. His arms went to your waist, tugging you towards him. The kiss seemed to light you up. Pulling back breathless you stared at him, seeing something that made your stomach. Guilt. You dug your nails into your palm, waiting for the excuses to come. And it came. He called out your name.

“Don’t.” You snapped.

Scrambling to your feet, you started moving back towards the castle. James followed you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think. I don’t know what happened and I—”

You twisted towards him.

“I’m not angry at you James,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. James frowned. “I— I just like you, okay? I’ve liked you for quite some time.”

James’ eyes widened a little. You let out a laugh, looking away.

“I’m not angry at you. I’m angry at myself. Do you realise how pathetic it is, to love someone knowing they’ll never love you back?  Every day I’ll tell myself; it doesn’t matter. That it’s a crush and it’ll go away. And every day I fall a little more in love with you knowing you’ll never feel the same.”

Silence fell around you and you wrapped your arms around yourself. You felt cold. James watched you, desperate to reach out. He wanted to stop you but he didn’t know how. All he could do was listen.

“I think, I think it’ll be better for me to stay away from you for a while,” you breathed, trying your best not to let the tears in your eyes fall.

You walked back to the castle leaving James alone. A tear fell down his face and he furiously wiped it off.

-♡♡♡-

The next few days seemed never-ending. Classes, homework and head-boy duties kept James busy. He practiced harder and longer on the field. But his mind wasn’t in it. It was full with the thoughts of you. He tried. He really tried to reach out to you somehow. To catch your eye during classes, give you a small smile, but you hardly even glanced at him. It hurt. More than he could ever care to admit. He had quite forgotten what it was like not to spend time together every single day. To not listen to you complain about your day, hear your laugh. He felt alone.

Bacon and eggs were laid out in front of him, but he couldn’t bring himself to eat. He toyed it around with his fork.

“Ahhh James! Just the person I was looking for,” Lily said with a bright smile as James looked towards her. “I was thinking maybe you could join me after lunch? We can review the prefect rounds’ details.”

James furrowed his eyebrows.

“Didn’t we do that last week?”

Lily’s expression fell, but she covered it up quickly.

“Yes we did, but I thought maybe we could go over them again?” she said expectantly.

“Uh- sure.” He said, moving his attention back to his plate. He pushed it away.

Sirius, Peter and Remus raised their eyebrows at him. James looked at them questioningly.

“Are you dead?” Remus asked.

“No?”

“Yeah I think he’s dead.” Sirius pipped in. James opened his mouth to retort but Sirius bet him to it.

“Look, I know finding out your friend is in love with you while you think you’re in love with someone else isn’t easy—”

“Especially when you’re actually in love with the said friend," Peter said, taking a bite of his toast. James opened his mouth.

“Especially then —but you gotta make up your mind. Go date Lily and find out how worthless it is and then go back to friend or go now and talk to her and tell her what you really feel about her.”

James blinked.

“I’m not in love with her,” he said slowly as they collectively groaned. He ignored them. “And how did you know that she told me she likes me?”

“It was obvious?” Sirius said as Remus rolled his eyes.

“You know what? Let him continue his idiocy for more. I want to see how long this can actually go on,” Remus said as others hummed in response, shrugging.

“What? You’re not even going to listen to me now?” James stated as his friends paid no attention.

“Not when you’re being a dumbass, no.”

James banged his head on the table. Remus continued to read his book while Sirius and Peter concentrated on their breakfast.

“What if, what if I said,” James began slowly. “That maybe I do love her. I do love her and I was the biggest fool in the world and screwed this up beyond repair?”

Remus stared at James, a small smile overcoming his features.

“You tell her exactly that.”

-♡♡♡-

You sighed turning the page. The story was captivating at first, but now— not so much. There was a knock at the window and you turned to see… James? Your heart thumped against your chest. He stood there, probably on his broomstick waiting for you to let him in. Pushing the covers aside, you got up and opened the small lock as James hopped in. Your chest clenched seeing him for the first time in weeks. You had missed him. His hair was disheveled and he fidgeted awkwardly, staring at you.

“James why are you here?” you asked softly. You wanted nothing more than to hug him. But you held back. You couldn’t do that to yourself, not anymore.

“I— um— I wanted to tell you something,” he said as you gestured at him to go on. There was silence.

“Well?”

James flushed, looking down.

“I— I had this whole speech prepared and now I forgot what I was supposed to say,” he said and you looked at him curiously. “I know it starts with me saying I might be the biggest dumbass at Hogwarts.”

“That I can agree on,” you pointed out, a small grin evident on your face. James cracked a smile hearing you tease him after weeks. Somehow, he never minded it when it was you. There was silence again, but this time it felt calmer.

“You see? I had a fascination with this red-headed girl,” he whispered. Your throat bobbed. He was here to talk about Lily? “This fiery girl who rejected me every time I asked her out. And my fascination just grew. So much that I couldn’t even notice myself falling for someone else. Someone who’d been an amazing friend.”

Your eyes snapped towards him and he gave you a light smile.

“I don’t love Lily. I don’t. And I hate myself for not realizing it. But even more than that I hate myself for turning you away. I’m sorry,” he said as you sniffed, letting his words soak in. He loved you, not Lily. You knew you must be looking like an idiot then, giddiness blooming through your body.

“Are you sure this isn’t the speech you prepared?” you said as James chuckled. He shook his head.

“My prepared speech was written by a great man and it did not end with an apology.”

“Oh? What did that great man end the speech with?” you said, joy evident on James’ face. He was enjoying this.

“Asking you out,” he said cheekily and you let out a snort.

“Well, that’s a let down,” you said, putting on a disappointed expression, noticing James furrowing his brows. “I was hoping the speech would end in some kisses; after all, don—"

You couldn’t finish the sentence as James pulled you closer by your waist and pressed his lips against yours. You sighed, tugging him closer by his neck. Pulling back, you rested your forehead against his taking deep breaths.

“I fucking love you,” James said, cradling your face and starting to press kisses all over. You giggled.

“I love you too. Tell that great man I’d like to go out with him this Hogsmeade weekend, will you?” you said as James let out a laugh.

—as for the taglist: I don’t make taglists, I have a blog @from-my-quill which is updated whenever I post fanfiction. You could have the notifications on for it and it will work just like me tagging you.

⟨⟨REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK ARE APPRECIATED⟩⟩

[lovesanmotion]

mafia!ateez public sex

💌. This is: requested 

TW: smut, smut and my terrible hand at writing smut 

Hongjoong: 

“Such a good girl for oppa” he whispers. Pussy twitching in anticipation, your head falls back with a cry and you close your eyes. His hands now snaking under the edge of your panties, and a moment later his fingers are deep inside you. The family ring that sits on his middle finger effortlessly slipping inside your folds. You can feel his hard on poking on your lower waist, the ring slides against the tightness of your pussy walls, making you go crazy for the bliss that comes after every brush of the ring. 

You hold on to his knees as he dips into you deeper, getting closer and closer to your soul with every swipe of his index, middle and ring fingers. You can feel the thickening of you orgasm through your whole body, and it peaks on his fingers as you know you’re about to come. 

And as you do, your mouth parts slightly open, letting our a flirtatious moan as your body shudders, the car slightly moving up and down with your action as thick cum sipping out of your sweet entrance. 

Seonghwa: 

He eyed your thighs as wondered what would it feel it to be squished between them. Licking his lower lip, he always loved it when you wear your uniform. Taking a hold on your wrist, he drags you to the farthest area of his own library room, helping you sit on top of the table and parting your legs like he’s going to read you like a book. He slowly leans in, the raw scent of your pussy driving him insane, taking your underwear off and tossing it on the floor, he takes a long lick on your clit before parting your folds and sticking his tongue inside your entrance. 

He licks up your juices, moving his tongue up your clit and across to tease your nub while slipping it back and forth, running his tongue through your folds until his tongue once again pushing into your opening. Taking a hold on your hips, his tongue thrusting into your entrance with an erotic rhythm. Alternating between slow and fast, taking his time enjoying the warmth of your entrance, slowly pulling out and pushing back. The room is filled with your pants and loud moans, teasingly you squished his face between your thighs, Seonghwa letting out a low groan. You felt your legs almost tingling, yanking his hair in your hands. 

Gently, he lets you release. His face covered with saliva and cum. He slowly stood up and captured your lips with his in a kiss, tasting yourself through his lips as his hands slowly caress your thighs. 

Yunho: 

You decided to visit Yunho in his office at night. However, you were met with a very horny man who was frustrated with what is happening to his current drug deals. Being the best girlfriend and soon-to-be wife you are, you decided to help him get his release. Sitting on top of his work desk, you lifted your legs up and parted them, giving him a good view of your wet cunt. He didn’t hesitate anymore, unbuckling his belt and removing his pants, he moves your underwear aside, teasingly slipping the head in and out before burying his whole cock inside your entrance. 

Pushing and pulling himself in out of your entrance, he took a hold on the back of your thighs and parted them further. “Mmmm I’ve missed that” he groans, arching your back to give him better access to your tight opening. “Come inside me” you panted. And that was enough to drive him into thrusting full and fast, driving his thick cock all the way in. “More,” he growled as he began pounding your pussy. You pussy, warm and supple, so damn tight that it was squeezing and rubbing him like a blind lover. Your cheeks starting to get hurt from the friction with the wooden table, but his cock wasn’t stopping. He just kept ramming it, feeling his balls on your pussy. Groaning and grunting with each thrust, you let out a cry as you coat his cock with his and your cum. 

Yeosang: 

He was stressed at how he was unable to unlock the codes and signals that their enemies built up. Typing fastly into his computer until he finally receives the message he so long waited for. System unlocked. It was until you entered his room and told him to take a break. You innocently sat on top of his lap, wrapping your arms around his nape, his arms around your frame and asks for a few minutes before he would take a break. 

You felt something hard poke through your thin covered panties, unconsciously moving your hips on top of his erection. Slowly, Yeosang leaned away from the hug and ripped your underwear from the side. His fingers slowly moving up and down your slit, holding his eyes locked on your face. Slightly sitting up and unbuckling his pants, his cock springing free from his boxers. Your pussy now soaked and with you extremely horny, slowly you sat down and slipped his cock inside your entrance. His hips thrusting upwards and slipping his cock deeper into you. You moaned as your body stretched to accomodate his girth, Yeosang has an good average but thick cock, and you tried to increase your pace to match his. 

It was not long before you felt his cock go even deeper, further increasing his speed. Feeling a fullness inside your entrance with his rock solid cock. He cups your cheeks leaning your face down to him and capturing your lips in a kiss before shoving his tongue inside your mouth. Finally tasting him after weeks of not being together. He’s thrusting into you deeper with every thrust, hitting your g-spot and your thighs wrapped around him. After a few power thrusts, you came together, mixing his cum with yours inside your entrance. He pulls you in once more only to kiss you sweetly this time. 

San: 

He isn’t yours to begin with. You had caught the eye of your sister’s husband and it brought you the feelings of guilt and mischief. For today’s luncheon with your family and San, you decided to wear the fittest pants you owned, accentuating the shape of your ass perfectly. Upon arriving at the hotel, you were surprised to see that it was only you and San in the dining hall. You found your name tag placed besides San on the end of the table, and instead of walking and pulling your chair from behind, you muttered an ‘excuse me’ to him as he has his legs stretched out. Crossing over San, you felt a hand cup your cheek. And as you glanced at him from behind, you noticed how he has his face close to your ass. 

“I didn’t know that they would be serving desserts first.” He chuckles darkly, now both of his hands are massaging your cheeks, you bit your lip and a soft moan escapes your lips. His hands snaking aroung your waist from behind as he zips down and pulls your pants away. “Not even wearing an underwear too” caressing your right cheek and bringing his hand down, softly caressing it afterwards. Without any warning, you felt your cheeks spread apart and his mouth latching on your pussy entrance. Letting out a loud moan, you’ve never felt so hot and wet before. 

With his middle and ring finger inside your vagina, his lips were on your clit - sucking, licking and cleaning your juices with his tongue, pressing the fold between his teeth. You let out a passionate moan as you ride San’s face. Upon reaching your orgasm, it left your pussy numb but a satisfied San licking your cum like it was ice cream. 

Mingi: 

His hands snaked up to your breasts, fondling and gripping them harshly while tweaking your nipples, his tongue lapped around your folds and your legs placed on top of his shoulders. Your jerked and shuddered with each thrust of his tongue, your hands tugging on his hair harshly as you feel yourself cumming for the sixth time. 

Clinging onto Mingi tightly while he rubs you clit, slurping and licking your folds until he welcomes your cum inside his mouth. The thrill of the sixth orgasm flows into him, letting out a loud growl before claiming your lips in his, kissing passionately yet torridly. Enough to leave love marks on your lips. 

“You know that good boys get a treat when they behave, right baby boy?” you smiled as he limps his naked body on top of yours, holding each other for comfort while catching breaths. 

“Yes mommy” 

Wooyoung: 

What was supposed to be a wholesome picnic at the garden of his mansion quickly escalated. Wooyoung, now resting his back on the trunk of tree, and you kneeling between his legs, pulling his pants down to his ankles, palming his hard on through the fabric of his boxers before pulling it down, your eyes sparkling at the sight of his erect cock. He took a hold of his cock, swiping the head around your lips and slapping it across your cheek before shoving it inside your mouth. 

“My baby’s mouth is so warm” He moans loudly, hands brushing the hair off your face before thrusting his hips inside your mouth harshly. He pushes his cock deeper in your mouth, in which you gladly accepted like a hungry madman. With his fingers tangled on your hair, he kept pushing his cock further into your mouth like he was feeding you. Surprisingly, he came quick inside your mouth. 

Wooyoung made another loud moan as he watches you erotically swallow his load inside your mouth. 

Jongho: 

He has a placed on top of your mouth, covering it as he wouldn’t let a single sound elicit out ouf your lips while a meeting - his meeting that he called for  - while railing from behind. The lewd sounds of skin slapping and grunting turned the both of you so much. His free hand going from holding on your hips and rubbing your clit to add more pleasure. 

“I wish you could see how much your pussy sucking my cock” he could still hear the voices of the board of directors and associates discussing the next possible trade and import of the products and who they are gonna dispatch for the job. Jongho picks up his pace, hitting your g spot until you release your high together. Before going back to his meeting, he took his time cleaning you up and setting you on the couch of his office, placing a blanket on your body and a kiss on your forehead before going back to his meeting. 

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Extracurricular, An Analysis

Oh Ji-soo and Bae Gyu-ri

“Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won’t adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is sign on as it’s accomplice.”  - Tom Robbins 

You know the story. You’ve heard it before, right? 

Boy meets girl. 

Girl finds out that boy is running a side protection business for prostitutes. 

Girl decides to blackmail boy into letting her join his business. 

Classic high school criminal shenanigans ensue leading them into more dangerous situations where they are forced to make desperate decisions to stay alive. 

Oh, and they fall in love along the way. 

Oh? You haven’t heard this one before? Then let me introduce you to this delightful kdrama called Extracurricular. 

I watched this one while waiting for the newest Hometown Cha Cha Cha episodes to drop and ended up binging the whole series in two days. There are many remarkable parts of this series: it’s a crime drama, first and foremost, that showcases high school teenagers caught in a cycle of violence and crime, abandoned by the society and adults that are supposed to be protecting them. There are no clear good guys and bad guys in this drama; everyone is cast in shades of grey. Our main leads, Oh Ji-soo and Bae Gyu-ri, run the prostitution business, and are both from broken family backgrounds. Their actions are morally questionable at best, but the top tier performances from Kim Dong Hee (you might remember him from Itaewon Class) and Park Ju Hyun make you cheer for them anyway. You want them to have a happy ending, despite the horrible things they do. The audience is always reminded that despite how clever they are in staying ahead, their actions have consequences, and they’re just high school kids. The drama never pulls it punches. 

But, weirdly enough, it’s also a love story. And that’s the part the really sticks with me until now. (The chemistry between the main leads is absolute dynamite and I could watch ten episodes of them just verbally sparring with each other. They don’t even kiss. They’re that fantastic when together on screen.)

I’m writing this because this is undoubtedly one of my all time favorite kdramas and I have a lot of feelings about our main pairing, Ji-soo and Gyu-ri. I can’t call them a couple (wait, didn’t I just say they fall in love) because their relationship can’t be labelled simply as that. Think of it as something similar to the main leads in My Ahjussi. Two people who should have become soulmates, yet met at the wrong time. 

This kdrama is not particularly happy, and while I do encourage people to watch this, I am warning that the subject matter is extremely dark. If you’re sensitive to scenes depicting sexual assault, graphic violence, or anything in that zip code you’ll want to steer clear. 

Also, I’ll be diving into spoiler territory in this analysis. So if you want to go in clean, then stop reading here. 

Still here? Awesome. Let’s dive deep into the messy, amazing pairing that is Oh Ji-soo and Bae Gyu-ri. First, let’s do a brief character background on our two main leads, starting with Ji-soo. 

Oh Ji-soo is one half of our main pairing and this story starts with him. He lives by himself and has been essentially abandoned by his only parents; his father is a failed businessman who gambles whatever money he acquires on scams and his mother ran away. His apartment is small, sparse, but functional. He owns only a few outfits aside from his school uniform. The only unique item he owns is a pet hermit crab that he takes care of. His life outside of school is non-existent; he has no friends, no one to hang out with and do typical high school teenager activities with. He takes care of himself and lives only for himself and his “dream”: to graduate, attend college, get married, and have kids like a normal person. 

But to do that, he needs a large amount of money. He has no other financial means to do so (his father is largely absent, as is his mother), so he decides, at some point, to start up this protection business for prostitutes. The drama doesn’t go into detail about the how and why he came to this conclusion that this was the best way to make a lot of money in a short amount of time, so you’ll have to suspend your disbelief from the get go. Considering the themes of the story (how youths abandoned by society tend to act out in extreme ways to make it in this world), it’s not hard to believe his desperation would drive him to make such a decision. 

Ji-soo, despite his shady business, is actually a decent person. There’s a streak of humanity that exists inside him that refuses to go out, despite the increasingly dark and bleak events that start to overtake his life. He’s attached to his hermit crab, cares for his “employees” outside of them being tools to make him money, and doesn’t want to see anyone get hurt. He goes above and beyond what’s required to help out people at the risk of his own life (in particular, Gyu-ri, and we’ll get into that shortly). 

What we learn from the first few episodes is that Oh Ji-soo is extremely smart and methodical in how he approaches his life. At school, he is known as a model student - quiet, top of the class in terms of grades, doesn’t draw any attention to himself, always follows along with what the teachers ask of him. Only his homeroom teacher, Mr. Cho, seems to consider his quiet style of existence to be concerning and tries to make him less socially awkward by pairing him up with another student in a new extracurricular club. This leads to the introduction of Bae Gyu-ri, Ji-soo’s longtime crush and future partner-in-crime. 

Meet Bae Gyu-ri, the other half of our dynamic duo. Her introduction into the story kickstarts the entire plot, as one of her earliest actions leads to a domino effect that spells increasing doom and tragedy for our main leads. She messes with Ji-soo’s operation at a critical moment and she spends the rest of the drama doing her best to make up for the consequences that follow. 

In my personal opinion, she is probably the best main female lead I’ve ever seen in a kdrama. Hands down, no other character exists (currently) that rivals her sheer cunning, wit, and badassery. Gyu-ri is Crazy, capital C, and is the chaos to Ji-soo’s control; the fire to his ice. Despite being the direct cause of half the events that happen to Ji-soo in the drama, he can’t help but need her because of what she offers. They make an incredible team. Her competitiveness, her need to win no matter the odds, helps them survive time and time again. 

Gyu-ri is from the opposite end of the spectrum of Ji-soo; he’s dirt poor and she’s insanely rich (always nice to see a reversal of typical kdrama tropes). Her mother and father run a successful entertainment company. Gyu-ri is popular at school, friends with seemingly everybody, pretty, cheerful and gets along well with her teachers. Ji-soo, and the audience, believe from the beginning that she has the perfect life. It’s not hard to believe that she’s just involving herself in Ji-soo’s business because she’s bored and needs an outlet, at first. 

We soon learn otherwise. Gyu-ri has more in common with Ji-soo than he initially realizes, in that they’re both trapped in circumstances beyond their control - it’s just that Gyu-ri’s cage is gilded, whereas his is not. Her parents are strict and have her life planned out for her, all without her consent or input, leaving her feeling frustrated and powerless despite her rich lifestyle. A suicide attempt hasn’t done much to change her parents attitude towards her, only serving to further their control over her life. 

So, when she learns of Ji-soo’s operation she immediately seeks to angle her way into it. First, she tries to rip him off, believing that he’s an evil “pimp” and thus deserves it. But after spending some time with him, she changes her mind last second and decides to help him out instead. 

And, now, let’s get into their relationship, which is one of the best (if not the best) aspect in the entire series. 

I need to be upfront about something: the relationship between Ji-soo and Gyu-ri is not exactly healthy. I wouldn’t describe it as toxic - the circumstances surrounding them aren’t exactly the best environment to encourage open and honest communication - but it’s definitely not what should be considered ideal, especially for young adults, and especially for young adults who are dabbling in crime instead of studying. 

So, why do I love them so much? If you’ve read some of my previous posts, you know that I loathe toxic relationships in kdramas, so I understand if you think I’m coming off as hypocritical here. Why do I like Oh Ji-soo and Bae Gyu-ri when I didn’t like, for example from recent history, (oh boy, here I go again on my Nevertheless BS) Park Jae-eon and Yu Na-bi?

First, Ji-soo and Gyu-ri are way cooler than Jae-eon and Na-bi ever could be. They run a criminal enterprise that involves having a high amount of intelligence, cunning, and daring to do so. Do Jae-eon and Na-bi run a criminal enterprise as a side business? No, they don’t, because they’re boring art students. 

Secondly, Ji-soo and Gyu-ri actually progress in their relationship and change their views as they learn from each other. Now, granted, that progress isn’t towards becoming better versions of each other - quite the opposite. But at least they have progress. Jae-eon and Na-bi stayed in the same stupid cycle for the whole series and then decided that it was better staying that way as opposed to trying for something else. 

Last, but certainly not least, Ji-soo and Gyu-ri are actually interesting to watch for me. The chemistry between Park Ju Hyun and Kim Dong Hee is explosive and they way they spar, exchange looks, and just generally exist around each other on screen is something I can watch forever. I’ve said this before but Han So Hee and Song Kang’s on screen chemistry, outside of their intimate scenes, really didn’t impress me. 

Okay, back to Extracurricular. This relationship, man. It’s all I can think about (other than HomeCha’s Du-sik and Hye-jin, but that’s another post). Ji-soo and Gyu-ri are so good together. 

I’ve noted before that Ji-soo is methodical in how he approaches his life; he plans out everything ahead, and rigs any situation as much as he can in his favor. It’s brilliant, but when a crisis happens, he doesn’t know how to deal with it effectively. He panics and flounders; becomes indecisive at a time when clear, decisive action is required. 

Enter Gyu-ri. She quickly becomes the partner he never knew he needed. When there’s a situation, she becomes invaluable in her quick thinking and wit, coming up with solutions on the fly. It’s not perfect, but it keeps them just one small step ahead of whatever is coming their way. 

The only thing preventing them from becoming unstoppable is the lack of communication and trust they have with each other. A lot of that has to do with how Gyu-ri entered Ji-soo’s business - she blackmailed him first, and, when that failed, she strong armed her way into getting him to accept her help. It’s implied in the drama that Ji-soo has had a crush on Gyu-ri for a while (since ninth grade, I believe) and in the first episode he actually gets the chance to spend time with her outside of school on a sort of quasi-date. 

It goes sideways pretty quickly because of some shenanigans from his business, but not before she gets to know him and says some pretty touching words regarding his situation. Poor guy is head over heels - even after finding out that she’s the one blackmailing him, his feelings are only dampened, not extinguished. When he catches a glimpse of her family’s situation, he gains a deeper understanding of her and why she acts the way she does. Even more importantly, Ji-soo treats her the same after finding out this information which, to someone like Gyu-ri, means more than if he comforted her about it. 

If you want to see a physical representation of how he feels, other than paying attention to his actions, you can see it in him keeping mementos from Gyu-ri. She has an interesting habit of folding bags into origami shapes and giving it to him. Even after the blackmail reveal, you can see that he continues to keep these in a container on his desk. It’s really cute that he keeps these, when it probably doesn’t even matter that much to Gyu-ri. 

Towards the end of the drama, Ji-soo prepares to turn himself in to prevent Gyu-ri from being implicated in the crimes they committed. And it costs him almost everything to protect her. Ji-soo, the quiet, nerdy kid, puts himself on the line time and time again to protect Gyu-ri, knowing that it puts his life and his dream at risk to do so. And all for what? For some girl that he thinks doesn’t even like him in return? 

Well, let’s talk about that. Because I’ve seen some comments that Gyu-ri was only using Ji-soo for her own selfish gain. And I can agree that was how it was at the beginning for her; she definitely was only interested in acquiring money, like Ji-soo was, in order to achieve her own goal of being free from her parents. 

But, oh man, that is not what is motivating her at the end. 

It’s actually pointed out relatively early by some of her friends that it’s obvious that she likes Ji-soo more than he likes her. Understandably Ji-soo is keeping her at arms length from him given the whole recent blackmailing, so it would make sense that it looks that way. 

Further questioning reveals what she likes the most about him: 

“It’s not like I’m crazy about him. He’s fun. And amusing. He’s smart. And there’s a certain charm he has. He also has a wolfish side to him. But he thinks he’s a puppy.” 

- Bae Gyu-ri

But, as she gets to know Ji-soo better, you can certainly see that she starts to fall hard for him. As a cover story for why they hang out so much together during and after school, Gyu-ri states to everyone that they’re dating. The reactions across the school definitely imply that this is a shocking development, which means that Gyu-ri hasn’t dated anyone before. So why Ji-soo other than the reasons she herself states? 

He challenges her, just as she challenges him. Gyu-ri may be the more dynamic, quick thinking of the pair but Ji-soo is every inch her intellectual equal - just in different ways. She doesn’t seem to be the type to be easily impressed, but you can tell that she’s definitely impressed by Ji-soo’s operation and how thoroughly set up it is. When Ji-soo is frustrated at the beginning by his setbacks, he blows up at another student (knocks him out in a crazy punch) and immediately walks over to Gyu-ri afterwards (who saw the whole thing) to inform her that she is now his partner in crime. 

The look in her eyes, and the small smirk she has speaks volumes about her attraction to him in that scene. Smoldering. 

And, oh yes, she’s prone to jealousy. Another classmate, Min-hee, gives Ji-soo a present out of the blue (it was supposed to be for her boyfriend, Ki-tae, but that’s another sub-plot) - all within view of Gyu-ri. It’s hilarious how she tries to brush it off. Later, for plot reasons, Ji-soo has to spend more time with Min-hee which only furthers Gyu-ri’s annoyance. 

And her motivations stop being entirely about the money and more towards helping preserve the dream that she and Ji-soo share about being free. There’s a scene in episode 8 where it’s revealed that, due to a business partnership with a local gang (set up by none other than Gyu-ri herself in a desperate move), Ji-soo would have to drop out of school permanently to work on their behalf. Gyu-ri overhears this and, despite badly needing the gang’s help in sustaining their own business, immediately terminates the partnership. 

All because it would interfere with Ji-soo’s dream. 

Man, if that isn’t love. 

In the following episode, Gyu-ri, and later on Ji-soo, is kidnapped by the same gang in retaliation for terminating their partnership. Ji-soo comes to her rescue but Gyu-ri is already almost free (again, she’s really, really badass) and is demanding that they bring Ji-soo to her instead of running for her life. 

Surviving this latest attempt puts the two in a reflective, vulnerable mood and Gyu-ri asks Ji-soo why he keeps saving her. Ji-soo asks later on why she keeps risking her life to be with him. They don’t say the answer in words but in an almost kiss (yeah, you read that right - almost). 

And then, if you aren’t already convinced, Ji-soo crosses his one last remaining line in an effort to keep Gyu-ri safe; he accidentally pushes a fellow classmate down some steps and, instead of helping her, leaves her to die after grabbing the evidence she has on him and Gyu-ri. 

Extracurricular pulls off quite the magic trick here, hiding this well done love story in the middle of a serious crime drama. 

The real tragedy is that Ji-soo thinks that Gyu-ri views this whole business, and by extension his life, as one big game. It’s something that she takes offense at, visibly becoming upset when he says that. 

But even if that were true, he should be assured since Gyu-ri doesn’t like to lose. 

As they hurtle towards the end and face up to the consequences of their actions, Ji-soo and Gyu-ri undoubtedly lose sight of their original goals and dreams. They do some fairly horrible things to stay alive and ahead of the police who are close on their trail. You can’t really blame them for doing what they did; in the face of a society that has abandoned them, what they’re doing is a logical outcome to gain what they want so desperately and deserve so much: the chance to be free to live like normal, care-free people. 

I can’t say for certain that they achieve that. The drama is serious in consequences and, at the end, the net around them is drawing tighter and tighter. I won’t spoil the ending scene for you, because I highly encourage you watch this drama yourself but I will say this: Ji-soo and Gyu-ri seem stuck in an impossible situation with nowhere to go, and no one to help them, with a clock ticking down towards either death or discovery by the police. 

But, all the same, I’m always the optimist. They’ve gotten through situations like this before and they can certainly do so again. Maybe not as bad as this one, but not too far out of their league. And, like I mentioned before, Gyu-ri doesn’t like to lose. Especially when it comes to Ji-soo. 

Their relationship is truly dangerous, as Ji-soo himself notes. Them being together is the source of their problems; they’re too much alike now, as opposed to the beginning of the drama where he stated that they’re too different. Their love is the kind of love where both of them are willing to burn the whole world down if it means keeping each other safe. 

I’m a real sucker for those kind of love stories. No one’s a hero here. They’re just kids in high school, doing the best with what they know. 

Who are we to judge what is right and wrong? Especially when the one committing the acts are high school kids who don’t know any better and just want to save each other? 

Do we have that right? 

Do they really deserve that punishment? Shouldn’t we be pointing fingers at the society that forced them to act this way? 

Extracurricular really makes you think about that. Is it really so outlandish and terrible what Ji-soo and Gyu-ri do to survive when the adults who are supposed to be protecting them, teaching them better, have failed in their duty? 

Maybe they really did win at the end. Not so much in succeeding in their goals but in gaining something that not even regular people are likely to find - a partner, a soulmate, someone who will stand by you no matter what. 

If you do watch the ending, and are not an optimist like I am, then all I can say is this: whatever happened, they were together at the end. 

They were together. 

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If you have time! If you don’t no worries! 111. “You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.” For Rowaelin, Rowan cheats make it angst. Don’t beat yourself up about your writing! Thanks! 😍

Thanks for the prompt!  This was interesting to write, I deff pulled on my years of watching FRIENDS and Greys Anatomy for this, haha.

Also, no matter what happens, my friends in America, we can get through this.

 Warnings: Angst. 

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“All I’m saying is that you’re not supporting me in this,” Aelin said.

She threw her purse down on the dining room table of the small apartment she shared with her best friend, Lysandra.  It was a tiny place, but it was cheap and neither girl made much money.  But they loved it.  Aelin had spent all her spare time fixing the place up and shopping clearance racks at the home furniture and renovation stores to make their home more inviting.

“I do support you,” Rowan said.  Again.  

It felt like it was all he ever said these days though Aelin could never see the fruits of his words.

She ran a hand through her hair and sighed.  “Then what's the problem with me going on this trip for work?  Is it because Sam will be there? And Chaol?  Do you not trust me?”

Rowan froze on his trip to the fridge.  He turned around to look at her, his green eyes digging into her. “What?  Fireheart, of course I trust you.”

“Then what’s the problem, Rowan?” Aelin asked.  “This trip could mean so much for me.”

“We barely had any time together this whole month,” Rowan said.  He looked as though he wanted to say more but he bit the words off, turning back to the fridge.

“You knew this would happen when I accepted this job,” Aelin insisted  for what felt like the millionth time this past month. “We both did.”

Rowan grunted and grabbed a beer from the fridge.  He popped the top off without second thought and took a long sip.

Aelin waited in silence until he was done.  Until almost half the bottle was drowned.  She waited, hands on her hips where her stupid pantyhose were digging into her gut and the waist band of her skirt didn’t help any.  She looked gorgeous today and the only person who had complimented her had been Sam.  If Aelin really wanted to, if she really wanted to piss Rowan off she would tell him.  Let him know that another man was checking her out.

Because for as much as Aelin loved Rowan, lately she’d felt like they’d barely been treading water in their tumultuous relationship.  She felt like they were adrift in a seat of rapids and maelstroms.  For as much as Aelin loved Rowan, she felt like their relationship these days was slowly drowning her.

“So what you’re saying is that our relationship is alright to sacrifice for the sake of your career?” Rowan asked.  

The words were cold and hard.  They struck Aelin and latched onto her heart tugging sharply.

“Excuse me?” she asked.  The words were barely more than a whisper.  She couldn’t seem to bring herself to speak any louder.  It took all her energy to even be able to scrap those two together.

“You care more about this job than us,” Rowan repeated, not backing down from his previous statement.

Aelin dragged her hand over her face.  So many different things were working through her body.  Anger among them, but never before had she felt such a strong desire cry.  Her chest tightened with each passing second.

“How dare you,” she finally said.  She tore off her coat and flung it down beside her purse.  “How dare you say that.  I’m doing something I care about Rowan.  I am trying.  I am trying to be better than I have been before, to be better than the spoiled rich girl that would never amount to anything than daddy’s fortune.  I found a job I love, one that can help us, help me, get a little further than this place.”

She gestured around the apartment with all the decorations she had managed to scrape together and the small collage she’d made of pictures of them.  There were the mismatched chairs for the dining room table they’d found at a garage sale, a lamp that seemed to be paying homage to the garden gnomes, and even the rug that took weeks to get the stink of cat out of it.  It was all there's.  What they had tried to make together.

“I get that,” Rowan said carefully, though she noticed how white his grip had become on the bottle of his beer. “You know I do and I am proud of you for that, but we hardly see each other anymore.  I’m tired of our relationship being texts and missed calls.”

Aelin shook her head and paced the kitchen. “I can’t keep having this same argument, Rowan.  It’s going to drive me insane.”

“I’m trying to offer solutions.”

“No, you're offering me ultimatums.”

They stilled.  Noise from the streets below filtered into the apartment.  A police care zipped passed and the lights of the siren reflected through the windows in the living room.

“I need a break,” Rowan said.  He downed the rest of his beer and grabbed his keys from the table.  “I can’t do this right now.”

“Rowan,” Aelin said as he stalked past her, he didn’t look at her, “Rowan Whitethorn.”

The door slammed behind him.

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When Rowan entered the bar, he slumped down on the first open stool he found.  He didn’t remember ordering but found a whiskey passed his way.  And another.  And another.  

Too often lately did he find himself in this bar.  It was one that his friends rarely came to.  One that Aelin never visited.  It was dimly lit with a few tables scattered about.  No dance floor.  Occasionally there was an open mic night for wash-up bands or slam poetry.  It was a place one could easily go unnoticed in.

Someone slid into the stool next to him, but he didn’t look up.

“Another round, Cain,” a soft, musical voice said.

Rowan looked up as another whiskey found its way into his hands.  The woman seated beside him had rich brown hair pulled into a messy ponytail.  Loose strands framed her round face and brought out her chestnut eyes.

“You look like you could use a distraction,” she said.  A knowing smile flitted across her mouth as she leaned into him, one hand brushing up his thigh. “I’m Lyria.”

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It was seven in the morning when Aelin found herself outside Rowan’s apartment.  She’d texted him twenty minutes ago saying she wanted to stop by before work.  Even though she knew it would only result in another frustrating argument--she wanted to try.  She needed to try to make things better with Rowan.

He buzzed her up just as the front doors to the building ratted open and a young woman stepped out.  She was pretty, Aelin noticed immediately.  Even with her disheveled hair and clothing that let everyone know what she’d been up to the night before.  But she smiled confidently at Aelin as she held the door open.

Aelin frowned, glancing at the woman's shirt, tucked into her black skirt.  It looked familiar, though Aelin couldn’t quite place it.  She shook the thought off as she got on the elevator, rehearsing what she would say to Rowan the entire way.

I love you.  I’m sorry.  We can make this work.  We can do better. We can make it through this.

She was almost ready to suggest therapy.  Because in all honesty, despite how hard things had been, she’d always imagined a life with Rowan.  A long life together.

The first words were on the tip of her tongue as she knocked on his door.  He opened it.  Not an ounce of sleep remained on his face.  Rather, he was alert.  Strange, he slept in as long as possible until his nine o’clock shift started just down the street.

“Hey,” she said, her speech forgotten.  She was just grateful to lay eyes on him after her texts went unread all last night.

“Hey.” His voice was soft, almost too soft, but he opened the door for her to come in.

The apartment was familiar and almost as much a home to her as her own place.  Not only because they were dating but because he lived with her cousin, Aedion.  But it seemed like Rowan was home alone.  Not surprising considering how Aedion was practically living with his girlfriend Lysandra.  

“I was worried about you,” she said, turning to face him as he shut the door.  “You didn’t reply to any of my messages.”

“I was drunk,” he said.

True enough, despite how awake he was, Aelin could see his bloodshot eyes and the rings under his eyes.  He looked like hell.

“I want to talk,” she said.  Her hair was in a messy side bun that allowed for loose tendrils to wave in her face.  Brushing them haphazardly aside she eyed Rowan as he stood bare chested before her, his gym shorts slung low around his hips.  A black shirt was balled in his fists.

His mouth worked silently as he stared at her, as he stared at her with broken eyes and...shame.  But it was not the sort of shame Aelin had expected.  Especially not when he dropped his gaze almost immediately from hers.

“I want to talk too,” he said, the grip that he had on the shirt tightened.

“I want to make this work, Ro,” Aelin told him before he could continue. “I know it’s been hard, but I love you.  I need this to work.”

It wasn’t the speech she had planned on, but the words were simple and got her point across.

“Aelin,” Rowan rasped, stepping away from her. He raised a hand to tug through his hair that had grown out in the past month.  It wasn’t quite as long as when they’d first gotten together, but it was distinctly longer that Aelin remembered it being for a while. 

Aelin waited for him to keep talking, but his voice trailed off slowly.  She tilted her head to the side, dread began boiling in her belly though she had no idea where it could be coming from.  This was Rowan after all.  Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

“Rowan,” Aelin said slowly.  But now she was the one who couldn’t continue.  Not when there was a ling scent in the apartment.  Something like flowers.  Not when the couch was in disarray and the pillows strewn about.

“I made a mistake,” he said.

And then Aelin knew.  The girl she saw leaving the building wearing that familiar shirt.  It was only familiar because it was a shirt Aelin had bought for Rowan months ago.  She stumbled back a step as the truth came to her. No matter how badly she wanted to believe it wasn’t true she couldn’t convince herself otherwise.

“I was drunk, dammit I was so drunk,” he said.  His voice kept coming.  That voice that had brought her so much pleasure was now a screech to her ears. “Baby, I didn’t even realize what was happening before it happened.”

He wouldn’t shut up.

Aelin was aware of the rambling though none of it made sense.  Because her Rowan wouldn’t do this.  Her Rowan never could have done this.

She didn’t notice when he stepped forward, one hand extending towards her.  When his hand landed on her shoulder, she flinched away.

“Fireheart.”  He pulled his hand back, but kept moving closer until she could feel the heat rolling off his body.  Until she could practically smell that floral perfume on his body.

“No, don’t you dare.” snapped.  Pushing him away she glared up at him.  A mix of pleasure and misery worked through her when she saw the anguish on his face.  Her emotions quickly melted into nausea.  “Who was she?”

Rowan stared at her. “I don't--”

“Who the hell was she?”

Rowan swallowed stiffly. “Her name was Lyria.  She was at the bar with me last night.  Dammit Aelin, I never wanted this to happen.”

“Then why did you let it?” Aelin couldn’t help the way her voice broke, the way tears burned in her eyes.

She was too busy trying to keep herself in one piece that she didn’t step away when Rowan moved for her again.  His arms came around her in a quick, warm embrace and his voice rumbled in her ears.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.  You have to believe me.”

“No.” Aelin said again.  Firmly pushing him away she spun around toward the door and dragged her fingers beneath her eyes. “You can’t just hug me and think that everything’s okay.”

“Aelin,” Rowan tried speaking again, but Aelin was already ripping his door open.

She stared at him as tears leaked down her cheeks. “You were the one person I never thought would hurt me like this.”

“Aelin!”

She slammed the door behind her and ran for the stairs of the building.  There was no sound that he was coming after her, but Aelin wouldn’t take chances.  She ran down the stairs and for the door.  She didn’t stop running until her car was speeding down the highway and she was flinging out a hasty text that she wouldn’t be into work that day.

And as she drove Aelin found that she had no idea where she was going.  The city rushed by in hasty disarray and still she drove.  Faster and faster.  And she didn’t think she would ever come back.

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tags:  @tottenhamboys20 @morganofthewildfire  @elinchocolatelover @more-espresso-less-depresso-xx

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Painted Windows 3

Warnings: violence, trauma, allusions to abuse and noncon, isolation, torture, further tags to be added.

This is dark!Bucky and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You take a chance.

Note: Well, I finished writing part 5 today but here is part 3 lol. I’ll say it’s finally picking up by part 6 and then I dunno, will probably get wild. I always appreciate you and thanks for all your patience. Thank you. Love you guys!

Please leave some feedback, like and reblog. Please just let me know if you’re interested, if you’re excited, what you think, any theories. <3

The day went on and the hammering softened to silence. You could hear nothing from the next room which formerly reverberated with noise. You walked around the room aimlessly, fiddled with the radio but gave up when you recognized none of the songs, and pulled out a book that you cradled but didn't read. 

You couldn't focus. You were too lost in the dread of the unknown on the other side of the wall. In your cell, everything was so definite. They would come, perhaps not at the same times, but you knew they would. The days had no light or dark to mark them, only the impenetrable march of time that blended together. No second, no minute, no hour stuck in your mind. It was all just the same.

Here, the curtains dimmed as the sun sank beyond. You tiptoed to the window and listened. Nothing. You pulled the edge back and gazed out onto the blankets of snow. The dark blue sky hung over the pale ground and set the trees in ominous shadows.

The door clicked and you quickly retreated. You pressed yourself to the wall as Bucky entered. He had another plate in his hand. The lock slid loudly into place behind him. He laid out the chicken breast and white rice. He crossed his arms at he looked at you.

"I said stay away from the window," He uttered. "Last warning."

"I…" You began but swallowed back your protest. 

You pushed yourself away from the wall and sat in the chair. The chicken was already cut into small pieces. You suspected he was wise enough not to allow you a knife. You reached for the fork but stopped.

"I just can't remember the last time I saw the sun or the moon." You said softly. "Only concrete and bars. I missed it but didn't even know I did."

His lips parted and he sighed as he turned his back to you. His hands went to his hips as he began to pace. 

"Eat." He ordered. "I'm sorry but it's not safe for you."

"Do you think I was safe before? There were times I saw my death. I don't know how they never finished the job." You picked up the fork and spread the rice across the plate. "What about you? Is it worth your safety to keep me here?"

He sniffed and dropped his hands. Your eyes fell to the dust on his knee and the smear across his shirt. Sweat dampened the neck of his shirt.

"I'm not worried about me." He stated.

He neared as you continue to move the rice around and his hand closed over yours. He wrestled the fork from you and stabbed a piece of chicken. He pushed it against your lips.

"At some point, I'm going to stop repeating myself." He growled.  

You slowly opened your mouth and he shoved the chicken inside. You took it between your teeth and he flipped the fork in his hand and offered it to you. You took it roughly and he backed away.

"Do you remember your name? Or come up with one?" He went to the bed and sat on the end of it.

"No." You swallowed the chicken. "I don't remem--"

You went quiet and held the fork over the plate. Your eyes bored into him and saw past him. You began to quake as your vision swirled and howling of the winter winds turned to voices. You were back in the cell as the figures stood outside the bars.

"Damn bitch bit me," One man cursed. "I'm gonna knock her fucking teeth in."

"You do that, you might just knock the life out of her," Another replied. "Just turn her over and make her scream."

You shrieked and kicked out. Your vision clear as the tv tray toppled and the food scattered onto the floor. You pulled your legs up onto the chair and lashed out with the fork. 

"No, no, no…" You snarled as you stabbed at air. "No."

Bucky stood but didn't move towards you. He watched you dully.

"Count." He said. "One, two, three…"

His even voice calmed your racing heart and your arm fell. The fork clinked to the floor. You stared at him and your lips began to form the numbers. You slumped down in the chair and hid your face. He stopped counting.

He knelt and began to scrape the food back onto the plate. "I'll make you a tea. It will help you calm down. Sleep."

"I'll just have water," You didn't look at him. Couldn't find the strength to lift your head.

"You'll drink what I give you and go to bed." He insisted. "You're doing yourself no favours."

The tea was stringent and bitter. You weren't sure if it was your own sensitivity or your suspicions of the brew were founded. With each sip, your nerves slowed and your drowsiness grew. You set aside the empty cup and he took it as you sank back on the pillows.

Your vision went black before he reached the door.

When you woke, he was there. In the chair like the night before. Your old cot was anything but comfortable but you wondered how he could sleep sitting up. You watched him through the dark, the curtains still shrouded the window. He didn’t move but for the soft rise and fall of his chest. You closed your eyes and hugged your knees.

You drifted away again and the next time you awoke, it was light out. As before, the chair was empty and shoved aside. The door was closed and the curtains too. You sat up and a bowl sat on the folding table. You rubbed your forehead and stood. There was something grim about this life. The routine already familiar.

You sat and ate the yogurt with bran. Plain and sour. You forced it down and went to the bathroom to clean up. You dressed in a pair of khakis and a cable knit sweater. You waited; an hour according to the small clock on the book shelf. He didn’t come and you rinsed the bowl in the bathroom sink.

Another hour and you went to the door. You pressed your ear to the wood and listened. You heard nothing. You turned and hesitated. You crossed to the window and pulled back the curtains. The sky was grey against the white snow. You stared out into the trees and your eyes followed the dark swerving road at the edge of the property.

You went to the dresser; a single drawer cleared for your new wardrobe. You slipped on a long sleeved tee under your sweater and pulled a zip-up over that. You had not shoes so you pulled on every pair of socks. You approached the window and were stunned when the lock turned easily. You expected to break the glass.

You slid it open and paused to listen again. The dark car remained in the drive and you peered out across the snowy sprawl. You crawled out through the window and shut it behind you. You kept low as you leaned into the slant of the roof and crept along to the side. There was a tree near the back you could scale and from there… you weren’t quite sure.

You glanced down as you neared the rear corner and reached out to grab the branch. There was only the snow and the wind. You swung and hooked your leg over the branch. You shimmied down it carefully. You stopped as you reached the trunk and your ears pricked. You could only hear yourself panting.

You dropped down to the next branch and the next, nearly breaking the fourth. You hung perilously above the ground and closed your eyes and willed yourself to fall into the pile of snow below. You gasped as you were enveloped by the chill and fought to stand in the deep snow. You shook out the powder from your sweaters and spun around. The dark figure by the shed halted as his eyes met yours.

Bucky was quick. So were you. You turned and bolted, lifting your feet high as you stomped through the thick drifts. But you weren’t fast enough. His arm snaked around your waist and he wrenched you back as you neared the thin line of trees. He dragged you back as you kicked and grunted, clawing at his arm.

“Are you insane?” He hissed as he turned you back towards the house. 

“Why?” You whined. “Please, let me go. What use am I to you?” 

He was silent as he as good as carried you back to the house. He stomped up the front steps and shoved you through the door. You stumbled and caught yourself on the stairs. You turned over and tried to stand. He grabbed the front of your sweater and shook you.

“You ruined these,” He looked at the dampened sweaters. “I told you not to run.”

“Stop!” You batted his hands. “Please, let me go.”

“You need me. You need my help.” He snarled. “You don’t understand because… because…” He huffed and glared down at you. “You don’t understand because you can’t yet. Your mind needs to heal.”

“I don’t.” You said. “I don’t understand.”

His lip curled and his nostrils flared. He grabbed your shoulders and turned you forcefully. “Up.” He ordered and pushed you. “Now.”

You winced and climbed the stairs one at a time. He was as close as the first time, almost against you. You went to the same door and he unlocked it, his body pressed to yours. You entered if only to distance yourself and he followed.

“Well, you can’t stay in those,” He pointed to your chest. “You’ll get sick.”

“I--”

He stormed over to the dresser and pulled out a tee and jeans. “Go on.” He whipped them at you. “Or you can go naked.”

You clutched the clothes against you and he marched out of the room. He slammed the door behind him and you listened to his heavy footsteps. He returned in second and entered with a large board and a yellow tool box. He kicked the door closed behind him and nodded to you.

“Get changed.” He barked. 

You quivered and unzipped the sweater. He turned and plopped the box on the dresser. He opened it and took out a hammer. He was completely focused on his work as you shed your layers. You pulled on the denim and shivered beneath the cotton as you left your old clothes in a heap.

He held the board up over the window with one hand and hammered a nail into each corner before adding more along the sides. You folded your hands over your chest and tried not to sob. When he finished, he put the hammer back in the toolbox and snapped it shut. He turned on you so quickly you squeaked.

“Once.” He held up a metal finger. “This only happens once. Understood?”

You nodded fearfully as his chest heaved in anger. He was suddenly storming at you and you stumbled backwards until you were against the wall. His metal hand twitched before your throat but never made contact. He bit his lip as he stared at his fingers, then your mouth, then into your eyes.

“I am helping you,” He said slowly. “Can’t you see? I can help you. You just have to…” He gritted his teeth. “Listen.”

His hand shook and he backed away from you. You leaned on the wall, barely able to keep yourself standing.

“I know what it’s like to be kept. To be used.” He sneered. “I know what you are but you are weak. You are… no one.” 

He shook his head and grabbed the toolbox. He went to the door and grabbed the handle as he looked at you once more. 

“I will make you someone,” He said as he tore the door open and disappeared on the other side. 

You stood in shock as the lock was latched into place and his footsteps faded down the hall. You peeked over at the barricaded window and slid down to the carpet. The days would be dark again.

[skinks]

i can't remember if it was one of your posts or someone else's where the losers all grew their foreskins back and running to the bathroom to check but it's been living rent free in my head and all i can think of is them all whipping it out being like wtf and then someone (eddie) looks over and is like "holy fuck rich why is your dick so massive literally who gave you the right" and then eddie has a little internal crisis of 'if i wasn't gay b4 i am now'

YEAAAH LMAO THAT WAS ME thank you and also sorry it’s stuck in your head, it’s such a dumb idea but it still makes me laugh.

If the Derry Magic™ canonically reverses Richie’s vasectomy and heals their scars etc. I think it’d be a cool concept if it started to heal... well, everything, once they’re back inside city limits. I’m actually writing a weird ficlet about that idea that’s currently sitting half-baked in my drafts, but back to Foreskins 2: 2Old 4Skin

All the Losers with dicks (aside from Mike since he never left Derry) start shifting in their seats at the Jade and looking down at their laps, alarmed. Given the time period and the fact that it’s... the USA, I’m guessing most of them would be circumcised, so I can only imagine how unusual it would be to feel yourself regrowing a turtleneck. 

But Joe, I hear you cry, if they were circumcised as newborns why is it only growing back now instead of in the <18 years they were in Derry the first place? And if they’re all circumcised why are Bill/Richie/Eddie all so amused at the prospect of Stanley having “the tip of his dick” chopped off at the start of It (2017)?

What do I look like, someone who’s gonna let conflicting meta get in the way of my own conflicting foreskin headcanons? Get outta here!

Anyway, eventually it all gets too weird. Ben can feel a faint pinching that he, quite honestly, hates. They blurt some excuse to Beverly and make a mad dash for the bathroom, trying not to clutch the fronts of their pants like Richie made one joke too funny and there was a collective accident. A Titanic situation. Richie’s trying to think of a joke about this on the move but to be honest his dick feels like it’s growing or something, and ironically he can’t think of a goddamn thing to say.

They’re all waddling. Mike sighs and stands to follow them. “I thought this might happen.”

“Are you guys gonna have some No Girls Allowed meeting without me? Rich and Eddie were already doing enough dick measuring out here, this is bullshit,” Bev says, but Mike is gone. She drinks his beer as revenge.

Any and all dick measuring is happening purely on a visual level, amongst all the panicking and whisper-yelling (whisper-screaming) and vaguely horrified examination going on in the bathroom. Eddie’s had a little too much to drink to stop himself from whisper-hissing his outrage at the size of Richie’s big fucking dick (at least, he thinks later, his stunned disbelief covered his outrage at the fact that Richie wouldn’t even look at Eddie’s dick back, not even to make light of the size difference, the disappointment surrounding it something he’s not yet willing to face.)

When things fail to calm down and they’ve driven 3 other restaurant patrons right out of the bathroom and Mike has been whisper-shouted at four separate times and bullied into showing his own dick, Bill finally puts on his Big Bill Leader Hat and tries to see reason. It’s with a strange sinking feeling that he realises Mike was simply waiting for him to do so, from the pleased smile on his tired face. 

Bill’s not sure he’s looking forward to any situation that might mean he has to lead these strangers again. They’re not kids anymore. Look at their dicks! But this, at least, he can manage. “Wait, shut up - R-Richie shut up, stop pulling at it! This might not all be so b-bad, y’know? Audra - I mean, I h-heard. I read they’re... t-they can make sex, uh. Better. Way better. Easier, for everyone. That’s something, at least? Right?” He looks around, a little desperately.

It takes a few tries for Ben to zip his jeans back up with shaking hands. Eddie looks like he’s about to cry. Mike is beaming around, proudly, at everyone’s newly-cozy dicks.

“That’s fucking fantastic,” Richie says, waving his dick angrily at Bill. It’s a lot more arresting than shaking a finger, Bill will admit. “Just great, Billy - ignoring the completely insane fact that all four of us just spontaneously grew ourselves some fancy little dicksleeves outta nowhere like - Jesus Christ, what is this, the Chinese place from Freaky Friday? Did those fortune cookies swap us into exact copies of our own bodies, hold the mayo, extra pastrami? Do I look like either Jamie Lee Curtis or Lindsay fucking Lohan to you? Did Lindsay fucking Lohan grow a dick like this in that movie?”

“I don’t think anyone has a dick like that,” Eddie mumbles.

“I didn’t see that movie,” Bill says.

“That’s not the point,” Richie says. His dick waves in his fist like a sign language interpreter at the bottom of the screen helping Richie to deliver his tirade. The mirror spans the wall over the sinks, so even when Bill tries to avert his eyes he still fears having them poked out. He stares up at the water-stained ceiling tiles instead. “The point is, you want us all to be cool as cucumbers with little fucking scarves about this totally fucked up, creepy, Cronenberg bullshit because your wife fucked a British dude one time and told you to your face that it was better?!”

Bill frowns, raising his hands. “Well. I d-don’t think that’s w-w-what-”

“Do I seem,” Richie continues, looking extremely frazzled, “like someone confident enough in his sex life that re-learning the ropes at 40 fucking years old is gonna be a piece of cake?! Jesus Christ! I don’t know what to do with this thing!” Another man pushes open the bathroom door, takes one look at them, and walks straight back out. Richie curses under his breath and zips up too, Eddie following his lead, until Bill is the only one standing there with his dick out. 

Something about the situation feels vaguely familiar, Bill thinks, with a phantom ache in his cheekbone. 

Richie flails with the pockets of his jacket. “Zero times foreskin is still zero, Bill!”

With that and without washing his hands, Richie stomps out of the bathroom, head ducked, the back of his neck bright pink. Eddie hastily finishes washing his own hands and scurries after him, seething again. “I knew it! I fucking knew it!”

[omg-imagine]

⊱ Always ⊰

Summary: After being kidnapped, you’re hopeful that John will rescue you in time.

Pairing: John Wick x Reader

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, violence and minor character death

A/N: Yes, it’s another Wick Fic and no, I’m not stopping anytime soon. I really appreciate everyone’s feedback so far on these stories. You truly keep a gal inspired to write! 

If you have any requests for John Wick or other characters played by Keanu (maybe Keanu himself??), feel free to send them in! :)

(Credit to the GIF owner)

Straining against the zip-ties, the translucent plastic dug harshly through your wrists as you attempted to break free. However, the binds wrapped around your hands and ankles were far too tight for you to escape their grasp. Eventually, you relaxed, breathing out a heavy sigh from both exhaustion and defeat.

The fresh cuts on your face burned, and the bruises all over your body made it painful to move. Your eyes were covered by a thick blindfold, seeing nothing but the total blackness surrounding you. Several voices speaking a foreign language echoed from a distance, leaving you unaware of what was to come.

You tried piecing together the events before your kidnapping as your head continued to throb. You recalled leaving the office early to get ready for a date and walking back to your apartment using the same path you usually took every day. Without warning, a black SUV had pulled up next to you, and seconds later, someone knocked you unconscious.

You didn’t even have time to scream.

“John,” you uttered softly, remembering that he was expecting you tonight, and surely he would know that something was wrong by now.

Suddenly, a door inside of the room burst open, and you heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching you. The stranger’s breath was hot against your shivering skin as he slowly pulled your blindfold down, the light inside blinding you almost instantly.

“You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you? Quite a fighter, too,” his deep, menacing tone caused you to wince as he roughly held your head in his calloused hands. From his accent, you could tell that he was Russian. “Now I see why he’s obsessed with you. Shame, you deserve better.”

A thick finger moved to sweep a strand of hair behind your ear. “What do you want from me?”

The man let out a low chuckle, dropping his hands and taking a step back. You observed him as he circled you as if he were a starving predator, and you were his prey. When he came to stand behind you, you felt him lightly dragging the cold, sharp end of a knife across your back, making the weapon’s presence known.

“Not much, darling,” he answered as the blade then traveled up the side of your neck, coming to rest beneath your chin. “You see, you and I both share one person in common—John Wick. I’m currently not happy about our mutual friend because of his recent decision to step away from this life.”

You immediately understood what he was talking about. John had already told you the true nature of his work six months ago. It was hard to believe that a man like him would be capable of such violence. When you met him a year ago, you had initially thought he was a sweet and quiet guy who bound old books for a living.

Oh, how wrong you turned out to be.

But despite warranted fears in the beginning, you chose to stay with him. You loved him, and he promised that he would soon get out of this life and trade it for a normal one—one that he would share with you.

“Please, just let me go,” you begged as he lowered his face down to yours. “I have nothing to do with what he does. I haven’t done anything wrong.”

The man shook his head, his knife landing on your cheek. “You are correct, my dear. You are innocent in all of this, but Jonathan Wick is not. He’s one of my best men, my most trusted and an asset to this organization. Anything I order him to do, Wick will accomplish, and I can’t afford to lose him. Unfortunately, he refuses to back down from his decision. That’s when I realized he was doing this entirely for love.”

He forced your gaze up to his, all the while dropping the blade to your collarbone. Gradually, he applied pressure until it began piercing through the surface. A trickle of warm blood flowed out from the incision with your captor smirking at the sight of it.

“You’re insane,” you whispered, tears escaping your eyes. “You won’t get away with this. John will make you pay for what you’ve done.”

“If John really loved you, he would have found you by now.”

You remained silent, not allowing the man to stir doubt in your mind. You loved John, and John loved you. You weren’t going to lose hope because you were sure that he would get to you just in time.

The man clicked his tongue. “It’s too bad that John will not be here to witness me as I cut you up, piece by piece. He won’t have the pleasure of hearing your agonizing screams. Your corpse will serve as a reminder that he can never walk away from this life.”

His hand moved to bring the knife to your throat when loud gunfire suddenly erupted outside of the room, followed by distant screaming and shouting. You noticed the man’s eyes widened in realization and could only mutter two words underneath his breath.

Baba Yaga.

John was here. He had found you, and you were going to be saved.

The man cursed in his native tongue before forcing you up on your feet. He dragged you to the back wall, pulling out a pistol tucked behind his back.

“Sorry, darling. I guess I won’t be able to take my precious time with you after all.”

The barrel of the gun rested against the side of your temple at the same time as the door bursting open, revealing John.

“I’m only saying this once—let (Y/N) go, Viggo,” John said through gritted teeth, his gaze unrelenting as the man pulled you closer to him, using you as his shield. He gripped his gun tightly in his hand, stepping further inside the room. “Are you hurt?”

He was directing the question at you, and you could only choke out a no when Viggo tightened his arm around your neck. “How about a trade, Wick? I’ll let your precious here live while—”

John didn’t give him the chance to finish his statement. Without hesitation, he quickly shot a bullet right between his eyes. Viggo’s body slumped to the ground, and when your knees buckled, John was immediately at your side steadying you. You glanced down and saw the lifeless body by your feet.

Just like that, the nightmare was over, and you could finally go home.

You didn’t notice John calling out your name multiple times, cutting you free from your bindings nor his hand running through your hair. It felt like you were in a daze, the firing of the gun causing ringing in your ears. Viggo’s warm blood had splattered onto your face, and you began welling up tears.

“John?” Your voice came as a whisper. Placing a hand on the sides of his face, you shut your eyes and buried your face into the crook of his neck.

“It’s okay—you’re okay,” he assured, pressing a kiss against your forehead and holding you close.

John carried you out of the building in his arms, your body too weak to carry its own weight. The silence was eerie as you walked through the long corridors. You had promised him to keep your eyes shut until you were outside, not wanting you to see the hell he had unleashed upon Viggo and his men.

You finally got to John’s car, and he carefully sat you down on the passenger side. Once he was in front of the wheel, you reached out and grasped his hand. He gave you a comforting squeeze, reminding you that you were now with him, and you were safe.

Somewhere along the drive, you had fallen asleep. When you woke up, you found yourself lying on a comfortable bed, tucked underneath the covers. You noticed an IV needle inserted in your arm, and your wounds were now bandaged.

“Hey, you’re awake,” John spoke as he walked back into the bedroom.

Am I at a hotel? You thought to yourself as your eyes wandered around the room.

“We’re at the Continental,” he seemingly answered the question in your head. You’ve heard about this place before, and you didn’t realize how normal it appeared to be. “I had a doctor patch you up while you were out. Aside from your cuts and bruises, you’ve got a fracture on your foot, two broken ribs, and a sprained wrist.”

John approached the bed and sat down on the chair right beside you. “But you’re going to be okay.”

You opened the palm of your hand, and John immediately interlaced his fingers with yours. You could see the worry etched in his face, and when he opened his mouth to begin his apology, you shook your head.

“Don’t blame yourself,” you pleaded, your thumb mindlessly running against the back of his hand. “This is all going to be over soon, right?”

A small, reassuring smile appeared on John’s face as he brought your hand up to his lips and pressed a tender kiss on it. “It already is, darling.”

You sat up on the mattress, wincing in pain as you tried doing so. “What do you mean?”

“That man who took you—he was the only one standing in the way of my freedom. I told him that I was retiring, and he refused. He warned me that I was making a big mistake, and when you weren’t in your apartment tonight, I knew that it was him.”

“So, you’re free?”

John only nodded, and you breathed out a sigh in relief. Tugging on John’s arm, you gestured for him to lay down next to you. As he removed his shoes, you scooted towards the other end of the bed to give him the space he needed.

It wasn’t long until you and John were lying beside each other, falling into a comfortable silence. Truthfully, you were scared to close your eyes again, afraid that if you do, you would be back in that dark room—alone and frightened.

John instantly caught the look on your face. He turned over to rest on his side, snaking an arm behind your back to pull your body close. You felt him place a kiss on the top of your head before the tips of his fingers softly caressed the side of your face.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, your eyelids growing heavy with each passing second. “I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again. I’ll always be here to protect you.”

“Always?”

“Always,” John confirmed with a loving gaze. Eventually, your eyes drifted close, and you finally fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

[miserelysia]

“I Watched the Artemis Fowl Movie and It Made Me Very Upset” Liveblog!

So I decided I had to subject myself to this movie despite being Extremely Aware that it’s a massive pile of firey garbage. It was about as painful as expected, so I liveblogged to keep my sanity. Here’s basically what happened in my head while I was watching:

Josh Diggums: I feel so bad for Josh Gad's voice because it's painfully obvious they just didn't want Olaf showing up so they forced him into some terrible Bale-Batman voice that keeps cracking

why is this movie taking itself so seriously

Book Artemis: eternally unathletic dweeb

Movie Artemis: SURFING MASTER

the fuck, Branagh

THIS VOICE IS SO DAMN BAD, JOSH PLEASE STOP TALKING

okay Artemis is appropriately a little shit for EXACTLY ONE SCENE

FUCK OFF WITH FRIDGING THE MOM, BRANAGH

"ur mom's dead and ur dad's gone so ur a little shit" WHAT A GREAT COUNSELOR

fuck's sake

Book Artemis: immediately falls off whatever this hover thing is

COLIN FARRELL. SEXY MAN.

I ALMOST FORGIVE THEM FOR BRINGING HIM BACK EARLY

AND..... KNOWING ABOUT MAGIC

SDJFKSDF

WHATEVER

I WAS PREPARED FOR THIS

this voice is still terrible, Josh. I'm sorry

this kid is a pretty good actor

"all i really want is to believe in you" that was actually well-delivered

"Arty"

<sobbing>

OKAY IT'S NOT ACCORDING TO THE BOOK BUT FUCK ME THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS WELL DONE

i desperately need Butler to show up soon tho

I SPOKE TOO SOON

"DOMOVOI" ??!!?? YOU FUCKS

why

are his eyes

fucking ELECTRIC BLUE

HIS LITERAL FUKDFSUCING NAME IN THE BOOKS IS 'BUTLER' IT'S PART OF BEING AN INSANELY GOOD SECRET AGENT GUARDIAN HE'S NOT AN ACTUFL FUCKING BUTLER AND LITERALLY NO ONE EVER CALLS HIM "THE BUTLER" BUT HIS NAME IS BUTLER BECAUSE HIS REAL NAME IS SECRET HE'S FUCKING SECURITY FUCKING DID YOU READ THIS FUCKING BOOK SERIES AT ALL BRANAGH OR DID YOU JUSTDSJFKLDSHFSD:LFSEFAGH

i'm sorry

Butler is my absolute favorite character of the entire damn series and they fucking

can't even get OOOONNNNNEEEEEEEEE CHARACTER CORRECT

SCREAMS

did they think calling him "Butler" would be weird because they cast a black guy?????

AGAIN WHY WITH THE FUCKING ELECTRIC BLUE CONTACTS THEY'RE SO OBVIOUSLY FAKE IT LOOKS SO BAD. IF YOU MAKE THE DECISION TO CAST AN AFRICAN AMERICAN MAN JUST FUCKING OWN THAT HE HAS DARK EYES DON'T DO THIS

THE "OWL STAR"???? REALLY???? WHY NOT FOWL STAR

WHY

NOT

IT'S JUST SUCH AN ARBITRARY DUMBASS CHANGE IT MAKES NO SENSE

PLEASE DID I JUST MISUNDERSTAND THE REPORTER MAN

DID THE CAPTIONS JUST MISUNDERSTAND HIM?????

NOPE IT'S LITERALLY THE  O W L  S T A R

fuck off

i'm sorry

stuff like that just bothers me a lot

it makes ABSOLUTELY no sense to change it

Fowl Star made sense bECAUSE IT'S OWNED BY ARTEMIS FOWL

artemis has a lot more emotions than i remember him having

i will not forgive them for destroying the Butler/Artemis relationship in favor of a Dad they fucking fridge in the first half hour of the movie

oh boy nursery rhymes as codes

GROUNDBREAKING

i think the fairies would have something to say about you hiding their own shit from them, MISTER SENIOR

it's still a bad voice, Josh, I'm so sorry

okay Haven is pretty nice

"Haven" not "Haven City"

pretty sure

holly being a 13 year old girl is disconcerting

that was mentioned in a review

they're supposed to be Child-Sized not ACTUAL CHILDREN

also "small person = higher pitched voice" is such a stupid trope please stop

i like the Being diversity around the city

like lots of different types of humanoids

josh desperately wants to do the Olaf voice

i'm so sorry Josh

okay aside from the shit voice Diggums is pretty good

lol Cudgeon's already in jail

i

okay then

i know this is Opal Koboi

meh

i hate her in the books so they can fuck her up all they want

judi dench is batman too i guess

how many cigs you smoke judi root

OH BOY HOLLY HAS MISSING DADDY ISSUES TOO

fucking shit

"you're 84" and you look like a fUCKING THIRTEEN YEAR OLD

such bad choices

every time they say "Domovoi" i--

HISDFHSDHFH

JULIET

SHE'S

HIS

FUCKING

NIECE?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??????????

SDFJLS:DKF FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK YYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

FUCK YOU

FUCK

FUCK

FUCK YOU KENNETH BRANAGH

NO

NO

NO

NO

SHE'S

HIS

FUCKING

SISTER

HIS BABY SISTER HE LOVES AND CARES FOR EVEN MORE THAN ARTEMIS AND THAT'S A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT RELATIONSHIP THAN UNCLE AND NIECE

HOW COULD YOU LITERALLY DESTROY EVERYTHING ABOUT BUTLER AND STILL SLEEP AT NIGHT

<vomits into the sun>

eoin colfer i hope you made so much money off of this SHITSTACK

(genuinely tho that's literally the only consolation; now he can write more Good Books)

Juliet is cute but i know about all she does is make sandwiches

so fuck this

judi dench is Good

foaly is Okay

why's he wearing clothes tho

the chutes are a lot more... open than expected

BEECHWOOD SHORT THE TRAITOR

FUCK OFF

WHY IS HOLLY’S CHARACTER DEFINED BY HER FUCKING FATHER

THIS IS SO MUCH WORSE AN OUTCOME THAN I EVEN EXPECTED GIVEN THEY EVISCERATED HER CHARACTER'S DRIVE BY MAKING THE L.E.P. ALREADY HAVE FEMALE OFFICERS AND COMMANDERS

"get out cudgeon before i throw you out" okay they got Root completely right at least

aside from making him a her

but that's okay

because it's Judi Dench

awwwww happy flying scene bUT HOLLY YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE SHIELDED GOt DAMN

“any update?” "yes. i'm freezing" amazing, Butler

i mean dOmOvOi

HOLLY YOU'RE STILL NOT SHIELDED

CGI isn't too bad in this but honestly that's not impressive anymore

awwwww cute wedding scene

troll is about as ugly as possible

LOL JUST FUCKING THROW TIME FREEZE UP LIKE IT'S NOTHING

OKAY

LOL HOLLY GO DEAL WITH THE TROLL DON'T FOCUS ON ONE SMALL CHILD

THAT'S NOT HOW A TIME FREEZE WORKS

I

i mean it's COOL

i love the little Men in Green zipping around

but it doesn't make ANY sense

LOL SO WHY DO THE PEOPLE THINK THE PLACE IS TRASHED

lol gently floating troll

Hollyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Judi Root continues to be amazing

ok tbf Opal Koboi would be after the Aculos if it existed

OP MacGuffin plots are so tired tho like really Branagh

i love the wings on her suit

ARTEMIS WHEN DID YOU GET TO THE TREE

holly ur a bad 84-year-old officer

LOL CUDGEON IS RIGHT ON

AND JUDI ROOT CONTINUES TO BE

"Not Happy!" lol wat

who wrote that bit of dialogue and said "yes this a perfectly good thing to have her say when she wakes up in a cage"

"mesmerism"

boy i love these exposition dump convos between Mr. Sr. and Arty

LOL "most human beings are afraid of gluten, how do you think they'd handle goblins" is a great line

out of touch, but still funny

...why does the time freeze take forever to generate now when you did it in TWO SECONDS BEFORE

calm down holly damn

foaly's very pretty

sO DID THEY FREEZE THE *ENTIRE WORLD*????????

I THOUGHT THE POINT WAS TO FREEZE THINGS INSIDE SO YOU HAVE MOONLIGHT LONGER

AND

AND

whatever

i love this fucking ARMY coming out of literally everywhere

"TOP OF THE MORNIN'" OH MY FUCKING GOODNESS

whole movie is worth it

for that line

i love that they're entirely in green

and no one ever Shields

ever

they mentioned Shields once but NO ONE IS SHIELDED

BUTLER WOULD NEVER LET ARTEMIS INTO A FIGHT

SCREAMS

"TAKE THE SHOT"

WHY IS THE TIME FREEZE SO EASILY DESTABILIZED

FOALY

ARE YOU TELLING ME NO ONE HAS EVER SHOT YOUR FUCKING ENORMOUS DEVICE

omg no U GAVE OPAL KOBOI LEGITIMATE REASONS FOR DOING WHAT SHE'S DOING

YOU GAVE HER A SAD FRUSTRATING BACKSTORY

SHE'S SUPPOSED TO BE AN ARROGANT SELF-SERVING BITCH AND NOTHING ELSE

TWENTY SEVEN MINUTES??????

hOW DID ARTEMIS KNOW ABOUT MULCH DIGGUMS SPECIFICALLY

lol that is 100% a completely inhumane prison what the fuck, fairies

why does Holly have human music

well i'm glad we didn't have to watch mulch almost eat a dude's head

"My father was kidnapped."

"My father is dead."

"Can I trust you?"

"You'll have to."

BUT WHY

WHAT IS THIS DIALOGUE

WHAT IS THIS CHARACTER PROGRESSION

THERE's NO REASON TO TRUST HER

OR TO NEED TO TRUST HER

THIS IS COMPLETELY UNEARNED AND STUPID

glad holly's entire character REVOLVES AROUND A MAN NOW, BRANAGH

LOL THEY JUST DIDN'T GIVE ROOT A FIRST NAME???

JUDI ROOT CONFIRMED

"listen to us, grunting at each other like a pair of hippos with a throat infection" LMAO

i hope that was Josh Gad improv

LOL HE JUST FUCKING DESTROYS EVERYTHING IN HIS WAY WHILE TUNNELING

YOU DIDN'T EVEN REALLY TUNNEL IN, MULCH

HOW DID YOU COME OUT OF A PAINTING

DO THEY HAVE PAINTINGS IN A BASEMENT???

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SHEETROCK OR WHATEVER

IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO EASY TO JUST

UGH

FOLLOW THE BOOK

COME ON

MULCH YOU ARE THE WORST BURGLAR

"what would your parents be" THEY'D BE CENTAURS MULCH

is... is Mulch on the second floor

HE TUNNELED THROUGH THE WALL ONTO THE SECOND FLOOR

artemis... just.. lets holly out

ok cool

LOL HIS NOSE HAIRS GROW AND MOVE LIKE TENTACLES

stupid and... funny? i guess

at least Cudgeon is the piece of shit he is in the book lol

oh boy troll time

BUTER WOULD NEVER LET MULCH DIGGUMS PICKPOCKET HIM

"jam all magic" OMFG THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE

BUTLER WOULD NEVER LET ARTEMIS FACE DOWN A FUCKING TROLL

LOL THEY JUST FIRE THE TROLL LIKE A BULLET

A TROLL-ET

DOMOVOI YOU ARE COMPLETELY USELESS WHAT THE FUCK

i wonder if kids even like this movie

omg butler couldn't even jump

i

i don't understand

he literally DOESN'T HELP AT ALL

IT'S HIS WHOLE THING

IS BEING ABLE TO KICK ASS

FUCKING COME ON BRANAGH

yeah fuck you branagh

are... are the fairies just DYING TO THE TIME FREEZE COLLAPSE???

"goodbye my friend. i'm sorry i was FUCKING USELESS"

branagh you're trying to activate my feelings with this Sad Death Scene(TM) but i am IMPERVIOUS because artemis has had NO RELATIONSHIP WHATSOEVER WITH THIS """DOMOVOI"""

COOL HE'S BACK NOW I’M SO GLAD ACTUAL FULL ON DEATH HAS ZERO CONSEQUENCES NOW THANKS TO OP FAIRY MAGIC

WHAT GREAT WRITING THIS IS

"i didn't cry did i" FUCK OFF

WHY IS IT SO DANGEROUS WHEN THE TIME FREEZE ENDS

WHY IS YOUR TECH SO SHITTY, FOALY

TIME FREEZES AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE DANGEROUS TO THE OCCUPANTS

THAT GOES AGAINST ALL OF FAIRY RULES

...okay and then it just ends..........?

Domovoi: "you have to try!"

Artemis: "i can't, tho"

Domovoi: "it's too dangerous!"

WHAT IS THIS DIALOGUE

WHO WROTE THIS ABSOLUTE DRIVEL

"the aculos for my father"

THE L.E.P. DOESN'T EVEN HAVE YOUR FATHER YOU ABSOLUTE DOOF

holly how do u know how to do this

the... the aculos is just the fucking Book?

i feel slapped in the face

she just recites the words and. and.

whatever

whatever

i'm done

GO FIND YOUR DAD WHO'S MAGICALLY BACK

WHY WOULD HE BE IN THE BED ARTEMIS

YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE A GENIUS

this girl who plays Holly cannot act

i'm sorry girl

MAGICALLY BACK DAD

HOORAY HOLLY'S CHARACTER CONTINUES TO BE DEFINED BY HER FATHER

FUCK

YOU

WRITERS

AND BRANAGH

BUTLER WOULD NEVER CRY, DOMOVOI

i like the cool earpiece they gave Judi Root to maybe? disguise her hearing aid?

Haven does look pretty cool

too much water above tho it’s not Atlantis guys come on

"i'm a criminal mastermind" LITERALLY WHEN DID YOU SHOW ANY SORT OF MASTERMIND BEHAVIOR OR CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR

BESIDES BRIEFLY KIDNAPPING HOLLY AND THEN IMMEDIATELY LETTING HER OUT

LMAO THAT LAST SHOT OF JULIET JUST LOOKING EXCITEDLY OUT OF THE WINDOW AT THE HELICOPTER WHILE EVERYONE LEAVES HER BEHIND

WHAT'S THE POINT OF THAT EVEN

THIS POOR GIRL YOU’RE JUST LEAVING HER ALONE

WOW THIS PRISON/INTERROGATION PLACE HAS LIKE

NO SECURITY

HI HOLLY WHY ARE YOU HERE??????

THIS WHOLE ENDING IS JUST THE STUPID CAP ON TOP OF A STUPID SUNDAE

i need to go listen to the books again now

[gottawriteanegoortwo]

Who Killed Markiplier - What if Damien Went to War?

A note before we start. Both William and Damien would around 19/20 years old toward the end of WW1. There are some minor differences in how I write them here compared to how they would normally be. Damien is still caring and loyal, but he is shy. It’s only in university that he properly gained his voice and confidence, so he grows timid a little easier. Because of this, he’ll be a little more passive than what might be expected if it was closer to their normal ages. As for William, while he is still eccentric, he’s far more grounded during the war. With all the responsibilities on his shoulders, he has enough to keep himself busy and focused. His odd nature is channelled more into keeping morale boosted. 

Word Count: 2,410

TW: War, guns, violence, major injury, death.

--

William had to read the letter three times to be sure he wasn’t going insane.

It was dated from a month ago, written in Damien’s neat handwriting, and had the shortest message his friend had ever sent:

I’m coming out there.

Damien.

Out of context, it sounded rather ominous. Had William gotten in so much trouble that he had to be chased after and scolded by a young man his own age? But take the date it was sent into account - April 23rd, 1917.  William was in the French trenches. And soon, so would Damien.

-

The men in the Colonel’s squad couldn’t understand the source of his frustration. Despite the wall of the trench being made from solidified mud and wooden beams, he had still managed to punch the earth so hard that his fist left a dent. There was one thing that William had made Mark and Damien promise - no matter what, don’t follow him to war. Don’t get involved. Mark was far cockier than William was. He would try and play the hero, do something reckless and get himself killed. But Damien was nothing like that. The political student was too soft for his own good. Everyone knew that the world was cruel. It was nothing like how plays and stories made it out to be. However, war was something else entirely. It was ruthless, unforgiving, and thrived in suffering. Once you enlisted, you lost all sense of identity. You became nothing more than a pawn in a larger game you had no control over, and you had to hope you’d make it out alive.

When meeting with other high-ranked officials, he pulled strings. He pleaded and bartered to make sure Damien was in his regiment, under his command. It would be one way to ensure he wasn’t driven insane with worry. It also meant that Damien wasn’t alone. Even if William was busy attending to other matters, his right hand man Jean would be there to keep an eye on him. The group of men under his command were a friendly bunch too. They’d be able to help him adjust to the awful setting they were in.

--

When Damien did arrive, terrified was an understatement. His eyes were wide as he took everything in. The grime, the muck, the injuries, the stench of blood, the sound of gunfire far in the distance. It truly was as his instructor had warned the new recruits. Anxiety was hitting him hard, but there was no way he could back down. He had to do something beyond hiding in a university and hoping for good news.

“Damien.”

Of course, he didn’t expect good news upon arrival either. The second-in-command had taken the other men elsewhere, leaving the two old friends alone. William was tired and worn out (and seemed to be growing a moustache), but Damien would swear that he had never once been so intimidated by him. William’s arms were crossed, and his head held high to glare at the slightly younger man.

“Were you not the one who once told me of the importance of trust?” William paused for a response, but none was given. “Were you not the one who always insisted that he would never break a promise?” That, at least, got a nod from Damien. “Then what in God’s name are you doing here?! I thought I made it clear in every fucking letter I sent home that you should stay where you were! Why bring yourself to death like this?!”

“I…. I had to. Men were being called in for extra support, and -”

“I don’t care! You weren’t supposed to come! This isn’t a place for someone like you, Damien!” The sudden shout made Damien flinch, but William didn’t care. “Look around us! Every man here is in danger! You could get shot, knocked back into something, have a shell dig into your skin. You could go to hospital and get an infection or catch some sickness they don’t have the medication for! Any man here could die at any moment. I could die tomorrow, and then what will you do, Damien? What will you do when you watch someone die for the first time?”

Silence.

Had Damien ever seen William this furious before? While he was also angry, an argument would only make matters worse. After several long moments, holding his tongue proved to be the better option as William marched forward and pulled him into a tight hug.

“God, I’m sorry. Just… Promise me you’ll go home as soon as you can.” Damien didn’t answer at first, but he nodded into the other’s uniform.

--

Six months was a long time in the trenches. Once William had calmed down after his initial outburst, Damien recognised the teenager that had been one of his dearest friends. But of course, they were barely twenty years old, but William had to put that aside. He was a Colonel, one of the youngest around. He was holding a position normally given to a man twice his age. During the long, boring days, he could see the pressures William was under. William spent a large portion of his time making sure all the weapons were in working order with enough ammo, that the trenches were stable, that they all knew how their weapons worked, what exactly needed to be done when the ‘go over the top’ order was given. Damien and the others were given chances to practice hand-to-hand combat, basic first aid - “put pressure on the wound and don’t let go!” - and what to do if someone was discovered to be missing.

No wonder William wrote letters. There was little else to distract yourself with.

But somehow, William managed. He would regale stories of his younger days and encourage others to do the same. In fact, Damien would swear that this was fuelled by his own arrival. Weeks bled together, and he got to know most of the other men better. As a whole, they were a friendly, supportive group who had dreams and ambitions beyond the trenches. Some kept to themselves, while others disappeared after catching an illness from all the time spent outdoors, or were injured in combat.

As for those who were killed…. He mourned them. How could he ignore the impact it made on him? No one deserved to die in such an awful place. The longer he spent there, the more certain of it he was. Sometimes, he was convinced William thought little of him for getting emotional over the loss of human life. But he knew William well, and was sure that the Colonel would mourn quietly and alone. He had to keep morale boosted, even if it meant hiding his grief. The war would continue on.

“I need to finish my studies when I get home,” he explained to William one night. The pair sat aside from the rest of the men, as they would in times when they just needed the company of the other. “This all started because of politics. If I could somehow get there, I want to make sure this never happens again. I don’t want anyone else suffering like this.”

“You would have the support of a million men and women who have seen it for themselves,” William agreed with a nod. His moustache was looking better, but Damien was still getting used to the sight of it. He couldn’t imagine how unkempt he must look in comparison. “I’ll make sure of it myself, damn it. You won’t start that movement alone.” His right hand firmly grasped Damien’s shoulder with a smile. “You’ll be the finest politician out there, Dames.”

-

January 20th, 1918.

The call had gone in that morning for an ‘up and over’. It had been bloody, but no ground had been lost. The other soldiers had pulled back to check their own injured, and William’s men were doing the same. One or two had received gunshot wounds, but they were injuries that could be treated quickly in a nearby emergency medical setting. 

Damien had lingered behind to make sure everyone was able to return to the trenches safely.  They were all tired, but all could walk. 

“MEN! HURRY UP! THIS ISN’T A WALK IN THE PARK. GET DOWN HERE!”

Himself and another man found energy out of nowhere to frantically race back to the trench as bullets zipped past them. Never had such a dismal place looked like sanctuary. Both men made it to the trench, and the first climbed down. With Damien there, all would be accounted for, thankfully.

A cry of agony ripped through the silence as Damien fell straight into the trench. A bullet had gone clean through his left thigh. Not only that, he had taken the impact of the fall on that leg. Even without the bullet wound, it was badly broken.

“GET A STRETCHER, NOW!”

William’s booming voice was filled with desperation as he knelt down beside his friend. He took one of Damien’s hands.

“Come on now, Damien. Stay with me. Squeeze my hand. I’m right here.” The tightened grip was nothing painful for William, but it was a good sign that the other could respond immediately. “Peter and Eddie have gone to get one of the stretchers. There’s a medical centre about a mile from here. They’re going to take good care of you there. You’re going to be alright.”

“Will, please… Don’t leave me. I don’t want to go alone.” Damien’s voice strained with the intensity of the pain. It was a struggle to keep awake.

“I’ll be there, Dames. I’ll make sure I’m there with you. I said I’d protect you, didn’t I?” He had, he remembered. Damien had smiled and said that he was honoured that such a brave soldier would be like a knight in shining armour for him. But that was before the war. Before Damien joined him here. Before that blasted attack. Before -

“Dames? Dames! Please! Wake up! Stay with me!”

“Colonel, move back!” 

To William’s horror, the men had managed to get some of the medical assistants over as well. He saw the look they shared. He tried to scramble to his feet, but Jean held him back.

“He’s not dead! He can’t be dead! He’s fine!”

--

--

--

Ten months.

Ten months with no news on Damien.

After a lot of badgering, he was told that the injured party was transferred to a hospital in England. That was never a good sign. He wrote letter after letter pleading Mark or Celine to tell him what happened, even if that meant telling him the worst.

In January, he was upset, but optimistic. He confided in Jean that Damien had to be alive, that William would somehow know if Damien was dead. The pair pulled together and set about keeping spirits up.

By March 4th, 1918, he had lost Jean too.

For two full weeks, William was inconsolable. It was as though all the pain of war had finally broken him and left his chest hollow and numb. But on the fifteenth day, he was behaving like the man he was before - loud, optimistic, hard-working. All his grief and sorrow had been bottled up and buried as deep as possible. Never did he want to consider how he was letting the men who were still alive down. He would make sure they would all survive and go home.

And that was exactly what he did. Through some miracle, not a single man under his command died between March and November 1918. He had to do it. Damien would have wanted him to protect them.

-

The trip back to America was long and lonely. Part of him almost didn’t want to return, but he had nowhere else to go. Every mile felt much longer. Every day felt like another month. But eventually, land could be seen. A boat bringing soldiers home was docking on the east coast, which only meant that a painfully long journey alone faced him. Why was California so far away?

But as he stepped off the boat, two figures were standing in the crowd waiting for him. He had to restrain himself from charging over, but both Celine and Mark were pulled into a tight hug the moment he was close enough to reach them.

“It’s so good to see you both…” Jokes and casual banter would come later. He had to overcome this important moment first. Neither Celine nor Mark pulled away until William did so first, and both were surprised to see him crying.

“I’m so sorry… I tried. I tried as hard as I could. I couldn’t save him…” A man of his position shouldn’t be blubbering like a baby, but the tears flowed without any intent on stopping.

“We have a hotel booked near here, but we want you to get checked up first. God knows what sickness you have under all that uniform. And it’s being sponsored by the city, so it won’t cost a dime.” Mark meant well, but neither expected such a strong refusal to go to a hospital.

“William, please. Just for ten minutes, and then we can go out for dinner. We’ll be with you the whole time.” The couple had to reassure William three times before they could get him to budge, but they kept their word. The entire time they stayed with him, keeping him company and trying to distract him from whatever troubles were eating at him.

The check-up went well, and William was prescribed with some simple medicine and tasks to help rebuild his immune system, and the three began to make their way back through the hospital. The Colonel had noticed the way Celine took in their surroundings, but put it down to making sure they wouldn’t get lost amongst the swarms of people. She took his hand and took a sharp right into a room.

It was a one-bed ward. The room was in need of painting and new quilt covers, but it was peaceful. Even so, alarm bells began to ring the moment he noticed the empty bed.

“You two said we were going for dinner! You promised we would only be ten minutes! I am not letting either of you leave me here like some forgotten creature! I-”

“Colonel…?” 

William quickly spun at the voice. A figure stood at the bathroom door.

He was on crutches to support his missing leg, and looked unwell, but it was Damien.

He was alive.

[britesparc]

Weekend Top Ten #448

Top Ten Moments in The Secret of Monkey Island

This week was one of those weeks where I had a list all ready to go, and then I discovered something that made me throw the whole lot in the bin and write something new in a hurry. And the thing that I discovered is that it is, approximately, the 30th birthday of my favourite videogame of all time, The Secret of Monkey Island.

When I was a kid, I’d go round my cousins’ house and play on their Spectrum or their C64. I played the usual 8-bit hits of the era; Dizzy, Ghostbusters, Skool Daze, that really weird and probably insanely offensive Spitting Image beat-em-up… then I got my Amiga around Christmas 1990, and I figured games would be more-or-less the same but with more colours. I was wrong.

I got two games in short succession that utterly changed my appreciation for the medium: Lemmings and Monkey Island. The first was funny, inventive, colourful and characterful; a fiendishly difficult puzzler that nevertheless made you want to come back for more, because you just fell in love with the Lemmings themselves. It was like nothing I’d seen before, and felt impossible. Monkey Island, on the other hand, was not only better, not only more my cup of tea gameplay wise, but just blew the doors of my perception of what games were and what they could do. It was like an interactive movie before that was even a term; a living cartoon where you were the main character. A funny, wordy, witty adventure story, full of gags and references that I didn’t quite get but that I knew were smart and humorous (and there was lots of daft humour in there that I did get, too). It wasn’t just a case of being able to talk to people – I’d done that in stuff like Skool Daze – but the ability to solve problems, to divine solutions; to work out that you can drug dogs by smearing meat with dubious petals. And even when do did something like that, the game was irreverent enough to put a disclaimer on screen assuring you that the dogs were only sleeping. It broke the fourth wall, and I was only just old enough to understand what that meant in narrative terms; this was a game about gaming, about stories and adventures. It was filled with movie references (George Lucas even makes a cameo!). It inspired me to write into Amiga Power for help with a particular puzzle, and they printed my letter, but by the time it came out about three months had passed and I’d solved the puzzle on my own.

Monkey Island was the first game that I loved as much as the cartoons I watched or the comics I read; Guybrush and Elaine and LeChuck and the rest were the first gaming characters that I took to my heart in the same way as Bumblebee, Garfield, or Peter Venkman. I’ve said it before, but I’m not sure I’d love games the same way if I’d never played Monkey Island. It certainly changed the types of games I wanted to play; even though I’ve enjoyed my fair share of platformers, racing games, and shooters, it’s always the slower-paced narrative games that I come back to, the Fables and Mass Effects and Deus Exes of this world (even faster-paced games like Halo, Gears and Half-Life still grab me with their stories, as daft as they may sometimes be). Basically, Monkey Island made me a sucker for a dialogue tree.

Monkey Island was my gateway to a whole host of other LucasArts adventure games; Indiana Jones and the Fate of Atlantis, Sam & Max Hit the Road, Day of the Tentacle, Grim Fandango… Ron Gilbert and Tim Schafer were among the first names of games creators that I ever knew (probably the very first, in all honesty, was Peter Molyneux – I am British after all). It was a window into a much larger world, one filled with choice, consequence, non-sequiturs, and rubber chickens with pullies in the middle.

Anyway, to celebrate Monkey Island, here are my Top Ten moments from the game. See you next year for the Monkey Island 2 list.

How to Get Ahead in Navigating: I’ve gone about it before, but this simple, daft joke – swapping a guide book for an actual navigator’s head – blew my mind as a kid. It forced me to think differently about puzzles and comedy and how to approach the game. For little old me, it was a revelation, and just desperately funny.

How Appropriate, You Fight Like a Cow: a discussion of Monkey can’t be had without talking about the innovative swordfights; a wholly successful attempt to replicate the verbal parrying of a classic Hollywood swordfight, the insult-riposte dynamic also reinforced the puzzle mechanics of the game. Sublime.

Order Hint Book: Monkey Island was the first adventure game I played, so I didn’t realise at the time how innovative its gameplay was, because you could never get hopelessly, game-ruiningly stuck, and nor could you die. Except at one point, when you drown, but even that is a hilarious gag that is easily avoidable. The control verbs changing from things like “Pick Up” to “Decompose” is just tremendous.

Use Staple Remover on Tremendous, Dangerous-Looking Yak: Monkey plays fast and loose with game conventions, sending itself up in the process; the moment when Guybrush enters a room and is hidden from view, undergoing a series of preposterous and expensive-sounding adventures, which you only know about because you can read his actions in the sentence line as if you were still controlling him (“use… gopher repellent… on another gopher…”), is a phenomenal piece of comedy stagecraft, a game parodying games parodying itself, using its own architecture to tell a joke (as well as being a play on the whole “noises off” style of gag in the first place).

Ask Me About Loom: like I say, I’d never played an adventure game before; I’d never heard of any LucasArts (sorry, Lucasfilm Games) titles, apart from maybe Maniac Mansion. So the bloke in the SCUMM Bar with his “Ask me about LOOM” badge, who launches into an intense sales spiel when you speak to him, didn’t make sense at first. But when it clicked, the very idea of a pirate in this game directly referencing another game was fourth-wall-breaking hilarious genius; happening right near the start of the game lets you know what you’re in for.

The Rock: when you get to Monkey Island, there’s a puzzle where you need to use a makeshift seesaw to catapult a boulder onto a tree (or something). If you line it up wrong, you can sink your own ship (and presumably drown your mutinous crew). The first time I played the game, this is what I did; there’s another great gag where castaway Herman Toothrot turns out to have a ship of his own. But the second time I played through, I didn’t sink my ship, and sailed back with my original crew. This blew my mind; whilst obviously not at Warren Spector levels of emergent game design, the fact that you could actually change what happened, to have a different experience to another player, was phenomenal, and another one of those watershed gaming moments for me.

Men of Low Moral Fibre (Pirates): the trio of loitering pirates are funny in and of themselves, with their breath mints and Pieces o’ Eight and minutes from a PTA meeting. But what I always found really funny was that they are literally called “Men of Low Moral Fibre (Pirates)”; that’s what it says in the sentence line when you hover your cursor over them (an aside: Monkey Island and Lemmings probably taught me how to use a mouse). Again it was the game using the structure of a game to tell a joke.

Rescuing Otis: this is what promoted me to write into Amiga Power back in the day: how the heck do you rescue Otis from the jail?! There are delightful red herrings regarding files and whatnot, but the eventual solution – juggling acidic grog from mug to mug as you make your way through the town to eventually pour it on his lock – was a rare moment of fast-paced tension in a relatively slow game. Solving it on my own made me feel so clever at a tender age. And it’s funny! So great!

A Rubber Chicken with a Pulley in the Middle: ah, my beloved rubber chicken. Found early on in the game and used in a couple of puzzles, I don’t think I quite grasped the silly brilliance of it; as a kid you’re just more accepting of the surreal. Why does a rubber chicken have a pulley? It’s basically just so you can zip-line across a chasm; it’s a wholly functional, boring plot device. But it’s also a rubber chicken. It’s sublime comic genius. And then you cook it! Madness!

The Voodoo Root: I’ve not even mentioned The Ghost Pirate LeChuck yet (if I’m honest his best “moments” are in the sequel) but the finale of the game, when you’ve distilled your Voodoo Root and you’re dispatching ghosts left right and centre, brilliantly marries an epic adventure action sequence with the point-and-click structure of the game itself. But then you fight LeChuck and he boots you around the island, until finally you crash land on a soft drinks dispenser, and finally defeat him with… a can of root beer. Cue fireworks and a strangely romantic ending. Is it as good as the ending of Monkey 2? No, but nothing is. Literally nothing, in the history of the universe.

Wow, there we are. I never had room for the dance steps, the recipe, finding the treasure, defeating the Sword Master, or Stan. Stan! I didn’t have room for Stan! See, that’s how good the game is; I barely mentioned one of the greatest gaming villains of all time, and I didn’t even get round to one of the medium’s funniest supporting characters. Blimey.

Man, I love The Secret of Monkey Island. Ron and the rest of you guys: you done good. Thanks for the memories.

[aeon-borealis]

Give us fanfic withsome aleheather viewing themselves separately in the future. In Area 51 the pair fight over an object that sucks them in.. heather and Alejandro see two different points of their future life together. Alejandro sees their honeymoon and heather sees Alejandro with their child.

Note:

This doesn’t exactly fit the prompt. I wanted to try writing a one-off from just Heather’s perspective. I might take a crack at another one-off from Alejandro’s perspective in another day or so.

Every time Chris announced the next challenge, soaking in howspectacularly stupid or dangerous it was made Heather question herlife choices for at least a nanosecond. Again, why did she sign up for thisdamn show?

Butthen she thought of her list of motivators. Honestly, pure raw greedwasn’t quite enough for how insane Chris could get. So these othermotivators were what fueled Heather’s iron-clad determination andpersistence. These thoughts helped her overcome and push through thepangs of guilt, chipping her nails,losing her hair, and getting embarrassed on national TV. Everythingshe’d endured on this stupid show was bearable compared to what shecould potentially gain with that massive pile of Scrooge McDuck fuck-off money.

Thistime she thought about her boisterous younger siblings. Theyterrorized her room with reckless abandon, ripping her designerclothes, knocking over her glitter pen collection and losing rarelimited-edition pens, destroying her make-up, etc. The list went onand on. Heather had to hide every precious thing she owned behind thehighest security locks she could find in order to keep her valuablesout of her siblings’ grubby little hands.

Thelittle gremlins came to mind as she watched her competitors andteammates scatter across the warehouse. After the minefield and theelectric fence, everyone was on high alert and feverishly searchingfor alien artifacts like ants desperately chasing down that elusivepiece of candy little Timmy just dropped behind the stove. Heathertried to resist the urge to chase after and claw everyone else out ofher way. That would be the worst possible thing to do right now,especially considering she finally had a hot minute of not being thesource of everyone’s ire.

No.She was going to approach this with the same calm and measuredmindset that bastard Alejandro would. Maybe she could keep tabs onone of the savvier scavengers…Duncan, maybe? He was probably busymaking goo-goo eyes at Gwen and avoiding Courtney like the plague.The fact that he was sandwiched between those two was exactly why itwas better to observe him from the sidelines. He was very aware thathe was a prime candidate for someone looking to leverage his dramafor an alliance. There had to be someone she could twist and kneadlike putty in her hands. There had to be something unconventional shecould try. Admittedly, she had to get pretty underhanded and creativethis time if she wanted to stoop to la cucaracha’s level.

Justas the thought crossed her mind, she noticed Alejandro idly diggingthrough a pile of junk nearby. He was bent over in such a way that his tight,finely sculpted-

Heatherblushed furiously and looked away, clearing her throat to redirecther focus. To her chagrin, this caught Alejandro’s attention. Heturned and smirked up at her with so much smugness and smarm shewanted to punch his face in so far it’d leave an unsightly,cartoonish dent.

“Enjoyingthe view?” He stood up and chuckled softly.

“No.You’re in my way.”

“Goon.” He stepped aside and made an exaggerated gesture. “I’mcertainly going to enjoy the view.”

“UGHH!”She stomped towards the same pile he’d been digging through earlierand roughly shoved Alejandro along the way. He chuckled again as helightly bumped into a tower of cardboard boxes.

AsHeather knelt down to take a closer look at the junk, she feltextremely self-conscious. Alejandro’s scrutinizing gaze was like aheavy weight on her back. Sweat beaded at the base of her neck.Seconds dragged on like agonizing years. Of course, Alejandro madethings worse by humming the classic Jeopardy theme. She quicklyrifled through the pile of crap, yanked out a random nondescriptthing, then zipped back up faster than a successful apple-bobber at afrat party.

Thething she’d just snatched up glinted in the low light and Heatherforgot about Ale-jerkface for a hot minute. It was roughly the sizeand shape of a gold pocket watch, but it didn’t have a clasp on theside. Maybe it was a piece of jewelry? There was a circular redgemstone in the center surrounded by two concentric rings of whatappeared to be Egyptian hieroglyphs.

Heatherremembered overhearing a random conversation Harold had with Codywhen he was still in the game. Somehow, they’d stumbled onto thetopic of conspiracy theories and Harold was raving about somearchaeologist’s crackpot thesis about the Egyptian pyramids beinglanding pads for alien spacecraft. According to Harold, the mostominous part was that said archaeologist had disappeared off of theface of the Earth shortly after putting this theory out there. Ofcourse he did. He’d committed career suicide by officiallypublishing something that should have stayed in the niche corners ofthe internet on obscure forums with other incredible claims fromother like-minded whack-jobs…

Heatherrolled her eyes. This was just some useless trinket a member ofmilitary personnel dropped. And it was an incredibly tacky one atthat.

Justas she was about to throw the weird necklace back, she noticedAlejandro’s piqued interest. His pupils were as wide as dinnerplates and his expression was a mix between utterly baffled andmystified. Heather had this weird feeling that he knew exactly whatthis thing was but he sure as hell wasn’t going to tell her.

“Letme see that…”

Hewas reaching for it now. Heather quickly closed her fingers aroundthe weird trinket and shifted her arm far from Alejandro’s grasp.“What’s it to you?”

“It’smine. A gift from my mother.” His words were buttery and smooth.Heather’s grip loosened for a moment. He’d turned the full forceof those beautiful green eyes on her and she could feel her heartmelting a little.

“Please…”Alejandro smiled sweetly, slowly extending a cupped hand towards her.For a moment, Heather looked down at his hand, then back at his face.Damn was that gaze hypnotic. Heather wouldn’t be surprised ifAlejandro had sold part of his soul to the Devil for some of theuncanny abilities and talents he possessed.

Shetook a step back from him, blew a raspberry, and smiled fiendishly asshe crammed the weird trinket in her shorts pocket. Then she took offat a quick sprint. She was mildly surprised when Alejandro starteddoggedly chasing after her, a weird determination set on his face.

“Heather!”

Upcomingrows of cardboard boxes were starting to narrow. Grinning, Heathertook advantage of her more slender frame and slipped into a narrowspace between two towers of boxes. She crawled along the space untilshe was so far in Alejandro could only peer in. For a moment, hefrowned and she shot a victorious smirk at him. Then he sighed andwandered off.

Alejandro’sbizarre reaction had only sparked Heather’s curiosity. Chris couldwait a minute for her to turn in the artifact. She pulled the trinketback out of her pocket to take a closer look. The red gemstone glowedin an especially eerie way under the dimmer lighting back here.Gingerly, she touched the smooth gemstone and then slid her fingeronto the closest ring. Her eyes widened when she realized that therings were movable.

Sheadjusted the ring slightly counter-clockwise and…

….Heatherwas temporarily blinded by bright white light.

Thelight started to fade into a spatter of bright green and yellowbokeh. A couple of blurred figures stood in front of Heather. One ofthe figures was small and crazily darting around.

It was like she waslooking into the view screen of a high-end camera as the cameramanprepared for the next shot in the hypothetical movie. Finally, themysterious figures slowly became more crisp, clear, and defined. Thetaller one was a lithe, fairly muscular, and handsome young man. Hehad tanned skin, shoulder length brown hair tied back into a rattail,light stubble, and striking goose egg green eyes. He wore Coke bottlelens glasses, a button-up red shirt with the sleeves rolled up to hiselbows, a black vest, washed out blue jeans, and black boots.Recognition swelled through Heather and her heart took off like afanatical rocket.

Thiswas a slightly older, more matured Alejandro. He was a dreamboat now,but oh God, Heather never thought he get this much hotter. WhenHeather was able to collect herself enough to stop drooling buckets,she turned her attention towards the smaller and more energeticfigure.

Itwas a little girl with light tanned skin, big and shining dark eyes,and long black hair. Those were the same eyes and hair Heather sawevery morning in the mirror. But, that slightly hooked nose andthicker eyebrows were….Alejandro’s. This little girl had the twomost distinctive features on Alejandro’s face aside from hismesmerizing eyes.

Asif Heather didn’t feel like she’d been hit over the head with asledgehammer already, her older counterpart walked into the scene.She was graceful. She wore a long white sundress and matching sunhat,strappy sandals, and had her hair tied up and casually tossed overone shoulder. It was a look Heather couldn’t ever imagine she’dwear in a million years, but Mom Heather was definitely rockingit.

MomHeather scooped up her adorable little brat, laughing and smiling insuch a sweet, saccharine way it made young Heather want to throw upand horribly envious all at once. When older Alejandro walked overand slung an arm around Mom Heather’s shoulders the scene becamesomething out of the filler page in a garden magazine or the mostgeneric stock photo ever. Of course these two were gorgeous modelswith the most photogenic family on the face of the planet. Or maybeHeather was just horribly biased.

Thescene dissipated as quickly as it’d appeared. Heather blinkedseveral times, snapping back to reality with a weird pit in herstomach. Part of her felt incredibly warm and buzzing with happinesswhile another part of her felt confused and slightly horrified. Itwas weird to think of Alejandro that way, let alone imagine what it’dbe like to have a kid and a life together. Admittedly, yes, theirchild would be the hottest person on in the known universe. But still.

Heatherhated her younger siblings and Alejandro with an equal white-hotfiery intensity. So that weird snapshot of the future was utternonsense. She sure as hell didn’t want Alejandro. She was sure she didn’t want to havekids. Both factors would seriously get in the way of the active, glamorous lifestyle she imagined having by her mid-twenties.

Yet the image stayed in her mind, drifting between otherthoughts and musings. Some small scrap of her wanted to cling to thispicture, have it professionally framed in a glitter-glue covered woodframe, and proudly displayed on her living room wall.

Shewas regaining her bearings now. She was still crammed into this smallspace. But her hand was empty. The weird trinket was just gone.Vanished. Almost as if it’d never existed in the first place. Thiswas too weird for Heather. A hard lump settled in the pit of herstomach and she felt like some eerie, unseen force was watching her.

Swallowinghard, she scrambled out of that narrow cardboard box alley and tookoff running like a bat out of hell. Everything was a blur as sherushed for the nearest exit. Instead, she ran right into Alejandroand they tumbled into each other, rolling right into a nearby towerof cardboard boxes. The boxes fell and a few hit Heather as she triedto push herself back up.

Thenshe was looking into Alejandro’s face, her gaze locked with his.She was drowning in those dazzling eyes. Her insides were twistedtogether in a crazy knot. The image of an older Alejandro and theirfuture daughter flashed in her mind’s eye a few times as shebreathed heavily and her heartbeat roared in her ears like crashingocean waves.

Aneternity later, Heather felt like she was actually just looking atAlejandro. He looked as startled and unsettled as she did. A lightblush spread across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. There wasan unspoken realization between the two of them.

Thatweird trinket had shown him some kind of weird crystal-ball futuresnapshot, too.

Thetwo of them awkwardly pulled away from each other, stood back up, andparted ways without another word. Heather took a few seconds tocollect herself, taking a few deep breaths and waiting for her bodytemperature to lower a few degrees.

Thiswas, by far, the weirdest thing that had ever happened to her on thisshow and it’d be a secret she’d take to the grave. She was definitely going to be lurking on some of those obscure conspiracy theorist forums for awhile, though…

[harley-quinnn]

Guilty - Part 2

Jared Leto x Reader

{A/N} You guys asked for a part two, and hopefully I delivered for this one!  I know it’s been a while, but I assure you I’m still writing! I finally finished this little beauty and the next story WILL be Home pt 2 (also finally). The other requests will come after that! Thank ya for bearin with me, puddin’s! 🖤 xo Harley

Warnings: Some pretty hot car sex including: oral sex, a secret daddy kink. Not much of a warning but a good time, if you ask me.

You were still reeling from the past few hours you’d spent working with Jared as you approached the SUV that sat outside of the Hollywood home that was the background to what promised to be one of the best Gucci campaigns yet. Every five minutes your stomach fluttered with butterflies as your mind wandered back to the most intimate scenes you were lucky enough to play out with him.

Aside of your hair and makeup, you were no longer in your 50’s get-up or racy lingerie, but back in the hoodie and Ugg boots you showed up on set in. Once you got into your ride home, you pulled your phone from your bag, absentmindedly clicking through it as the driver started the car. When you lifted your head to gaze out of the window, you noticed a now all too familiar face trotting down the driveway.

“Wait,” you curtly instructed the driver, moving your fingers to roll down the window hastily as Jared appeared.

The grin on his expression was undeniable as he leaned into the window and pushed some hair from his face.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked playfully.

“Well.. home,” you responded with a slightly confused smile.

“I don’t think so,” he started. “Actually, I’ve got an appearance to make at the Gucci store on Rodeo. Taking photos, signing autographs. I think it’d be great campaigning if you came along.”

“Is that all I’m good for, Mr. Leto? A campaign?” You joked.

“You’re good for so much more than that.. But I do think people would enjoy seeing us both there,” his eyes bore into yours for a moment before he spoke again. “Besides, I’m not done with you, yet, sweetheart.”

There it was again, that racing feeling in your chest as you drew into yourself in a flirty manner, your lips curving into a smirk.

“Well in that case…”

You opened the door and he stood back as you grabbed your bag and the hanger that contained your pieced together outfit that was draped across the other seat.

“I guess I can work something out,” you finished, offering a cheeky grin before relieving your driver of his duties for the time being.

“Perfect..” Jared winked, taking your bag from you carefully. “Go back in there and get dressed, and we’ll head over. We’ve got about… ten minutes before we have to go.”

Your eyes widened before you started running back into the house, calling back over your shoulder with a laugh. “Thanks for the heads up so far in advance!”

All you could hear was his laugh before you disappeared back into the house and straight for a room to change. You rushed the best you could without messing up your hair and makeup, catching Haley on her way out and having her zip up the back of your dress quickly.

“Have fun! And don’t forget to call me if you need a touch up!” She giggled.

“Thanks, Haley!” You called over your shoulder back into your house as your ran in your heels down the driveway, not paying attention to what was ahead of you. “I’ll give you a call before my next even—“

And with that, your life flashed before your eyes as you felt your heel catch on the edge of what might’ve been a rock. Once the split second passed, you opened your eyes with a gasp, clutching your chest through the clothes you held in your hands. Where you thought you’d hit the ground, you were back in Jared’s arms, being held up right. You relaxed a bit with another deep breath, bringing a hand to your forehead.

“Fuckin’ a,” you breathed as he laughed.

“You’re really falling for me, I’m telling you.”

“Ha-ha, very funny,” you grinned, gaining your bearings again.

“How long was that?” You asked as he took your hand, carefully helping you into the SUV that was there for him.

His touch was just as electric as it had been the first time you felt it just hours earlier.

“About fifteen minutes, but that’s fine, I don’t mind being fashionably late.”

“Oh no, I’m sorry,” you mewled, truly upset that you’d gotten him behind schedule. “I must’ve been talking to Haley longer than I thought.”

He closed the door and you set your things down beside you, smoothing your dress to keep it from getting wrinkled in the ride to the store. Once he entered the car and closed the door, he shifted to get a better look at you, a grin on his lips as he shook his head just slightly.

“They’re going to love seeing you there. It’ll be a big shock, I think.”

“I don’t think anyone will be concerned with me when you’re right there,” you smirked.

“Looking like that? I don’t believe that for one minute.”

A soft blush painted your cheeks as you waved your hand to dismiss him, the driver pulling out of the driveway and heading for the heart of the city.

“I’m nothing special, really.”

His eyes almost seemed to pop out of his head, his fingers moving to lift the hem of your dress just slightly before he draped his arm across the back seat.

“Nothing special? If you weren’t so crazy, I’d think you were insane,” he almost growled, and your breath caught in your chest as your mind immediately fell back to the infamous line in Suicide Squad. “You’re plenty special.”

“I’ll take your word for it!” You laughed, trying to brush off the arousal that just forced its way into your center.

-x-x-x-

Once the SUV pulled up the store, you could see a line of fans down the sidewalk coupled with paparazzi that came to get their own snapshots of the event for the tabloids. Girls and men screamed and cheered, all awaiting Jared’s grand entrance as they realized the car that rolled up was his. It would’ve been deafening if you hadn’t been inside the safety of the vehicle.

He shot you a look, his demeanor changing from slightly guarded but relaxed to completely smug and even more guarded as the door began to open for him. He placed his sunglasses on his face as he got out, the crowd going wild for him. When he turned and offered his hand to you, you slid out as gracefully as possible, taking a tight hold of his hand and stepping out beside him. The crowd roared even louder, and you both lifted your free hands to wave as you made your way in.

Neither of you seemed to notice that you were still holding hands as you walked past the line of people and into the store to take your places in front of a wall for photos. It wasn’t until you let each other go that you realized how natural it’d felt. A sudden spike of embarrassment coursed through you as you looked at your hand for a second, still warm from where his had fit so perfectly.

“Ready, {Y/N}?” He asked.

If it had caught his attention, he gave no indication. With a careful but playful tousle of your hair, you nodded with a smile.

“I’m ready if you are.”

And with that, the doors opened, and security began shuffling people in through an orderly line. It seemed as though people were just as excited to see you as they were to see Jared, and it warmed your heart to know that despite his being such a prominent figure, people were still just as appreciative to meet you. Fame had been a funny thing, but it shocked you every time.

“Hi, {Y/N}, oh my god, I’m so nervous!” A fan gushed. “You’re so gorgeous! And so are you!” She turned to Jared, her eyes wide with adoration.

“Don’t be nervous! We’re human, too!” You assured as she turned around between both of you for a photo.

“I might not be human, actually,” Jared grinned, causing her to giggle.

“Well, he does spend a lot of time on Mars,” you joked, and she giggled again as the camera flashed, blinding you all briefly.

The girl waved another guy over excitedly, and he came running, squeezing himself between you and her. Jared looked over at you, lifting a brow for just a moment before facing the camera again.

“Don’t mind my boyfriend,” the girl started. “He’s just in love with you, {Y/N},” she rolled her eyes jokingly.

“Oh,” you pretended to flirt. “Well it’s my pleasure to meet you, boyfriend.”

“I’m Jared, too,” he nodded, clearly ecstatic to have his hand around your waist for a photo.

“And just as handsome!” You replied.

The guy wasn’t bad looking, but you weren’t serious- you just liked to give the people what they wanted.

Jared leaned over to look at him then. His face was calm, and his tone light as he spoke, but something seemed off. His jaw was just a bit tighter than normal.

“Hey man, there’s only room for one Jared, here,” he joked.

“Is someone jealous?” The girl asked as the camera flashed again before she held out a photo for him to sign.

“Me? No way..” he trailed off as he signed the photo, his eyes still on the task at hand as he spoke again, nonchalantly. “Hey, {Y/N}?”

You turned to face him as he handed the signed picture back to her, the other Jared moving to stand beside his girlfriend once more.

When he looked up again, his hands immediately caught either side of your face, and he pulled you in for another fiery kiss, right in front of everyone who was in the building. It shocked you, probably just as much as the kiss you’d planted on him earlier shocked him. When his tongue slid past your lips, you instinctively let yours roam against it, your hands finding themselves on his shoulders. You weren’t exactly sure if this was good for PR or not, pulling away just a bit with a soft giggle. Noticing his eyes were on yours, a smirk dancing on his lips, you were right. It was game on, now.

“This is war,” you breathed against his lips before turning back to see the crowd, who was completely and utterly gobsmacked.

A large smile remained on your still perfectly painted lips, (thanks, Haley) as you waved over the next fans in line. You shot him another look, biting your lip. He shook his head and winked at you before you both carried on like nothing for the remaining time, signing autographs and smiling for the camera, bantering with fans who asked just what the hell that kiss was about and laughing in between.

It was hard to believe so much time had passed when you hugged the last person in line. When they walked out of the door, Jared immediately took your hand and began to run back to the front of the store with you, heading for the exit himself.

“What are you doing?” You laughed, running behind him as you dodged shelving and racks.

“I’m done waiting,” was all he said, a grin evident in his voice as you both snuck past the doors and straight into the car that had brought you both there. 

When he shut the door behind you, his eyes glanced toward the empty drivers seat before he grabbed your waist and held your stare with an intensity you hadn’t yet seen. You exhaled at the touch, unable to hide your arousal this time as he brushed his lips against your ear, inhaling the scent of Gucci Guilty that still lingered in your hair and on your skin.

“It’s been hard enough watching everyone else get to touch you all day. It’s my turn,” his voice was low and full of lust, turning you to putty in his hands. “That Jared kid might as well have been fucking you with his eyes,” he scoffed lightly.

Your fingertips ran down the nape of his neck before you grabbed his collar and pulled him even closer with a quiet giggle at his random jealousy. You didn’t think you’d caught his eye that much. There was no concern about wrinkling your dress this time as his hand met your thigh, the warmth of his touch radiating through you as he slid it upward agonizingly slow.

“Do you think you can handle it?” You taunted him lightly, the brat in you rearing her adorable head once more that day.

“I should be asking you that, babydoll,” he said just above a whisper, his fingertips brushing over the fabric of your thin panties.

Your breath hitched- once he started, there was going to be no stopping the two of you. You were suddenly thankful for the blackout tinting that wrapped around every window as his fingertips pressed against your sex, rubbing teasing circles over where you needed it the most. Without hesitation, you quickly sat up, shifting in your seat and reaching for the fly of his pants, almost ripping them open and tugging them down a bit, revealing a certain sight for sore eyes. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip as your eyes raked over his erect member, he was well endowed, and even though all you wanted was to feel just how big he was, you needed to taste him, more so.

A rush of adrenaline and heightened emotions laced with desire from your steamy kiss earlier, coupled with the one he surprised you with in the store as came pouring in thick like molasses. You were clouded by lust, and so was he. That made it all the more exciting.

His fingers tangled within your made up hair as he watched your every move, biting into his own lip as he lead your head downward. You took his cock into your delicate hand, stroking him a few times gently before wrapping your lips around the head. The sound he made was that of relief, as though he’d been dying for you just as badly as you had been for him.

It was hard to keep yourself from going all in all at once with the desperation that pooled between your thighs, but you wanted to show him you were serious. That this was war. Whether that made him turn around and tear you apart or not was a gamble- and you just so happened to be a gambling woman.

You continued to tease him, sliding your mouth just a bit more down his length. The sucking sensation you offered him was gentle, not enough to completely satisfy, but just enough to get him to grit his teeth and tighten his grip on your hair.

“Such a little tease…” he breathed, looking down at the sight of you in his lap. His eyelids were heavy with desire as he pushed your head down just a bit more, almost using you to tease himself.

You couldn’t help the moan that fell from your lips as you felt his hard cock slide further into your mouth. Suddenly, you were famished for what only he could give you. Your eyes closed as you savored him, the feeling of such an intimate part of him yours and yours only to toy with- if only in the moment. Without anymore hesitation, you went all in, taking initiative and gliding your lips down his member until they came as close as they could to his groin.

“Just like that, sweetheart..” he groaned, his head falling back just slightly as he thrusted upward into your mouth, his own desperation getting the better of him.

Your tongue licked and pressed against every inch it could find as you suctioned away, your moans mingling with his as your hand reached to pump him as well. It was heaven on earth, the most excited you’d ever been to give anyone head, but as you felt him grow harder and harder, you couldn’t hold back anymore. You curtly pulled off of him, the back of your hand smearing your lipstick just a bit more as you dragged it over your saliva laden lips.

The expression on his features was that of slight confusion and curiosity as he watched you sit up, and slide out of your panties. There was no pushing them aside for the way you were about to ride him. Your cheeks were flush and your body was needy as his hands met your hips, helping you straddle him as your dress bunched up around your thighs. You were soaking wet as you slid your folds over his hard cock, your clit already engorged from the slightest amount of friction. His lips locked with yours as he gripped onto your backside, grinding your sex against him even harder as he breathed heavily against your lips. Every sense was heightened as you braced yourself on his shoulder and the back of the seat.

You looked down into his large blue eyes as you rolled your hips against him once more, lifting yourself up and taking him to the hilt in one swift downward swoop. His thick cock filled your velvety walls completely, the sudden warmth and fullness like a dream to every nerve ending in your nether regions. It was uncontrollable now, the carnal instinct that kicked in as you began to rock your hips- taking from him exactly what you’d been craving from the moment you got to lay in bed with him.

“Oh fuck.. You feel so good..” was all you could manage through unrelenting moans.

Jared’s own moan filled the space around you as he took pleasure in being deep inside your core, his hips bucking just the same to satiate himself the only way he could.

You gripped onto his shoulder harder as you bit into your lower lip. There was nothing more you could focus on than the feeling of his large shaft gliding in and out of your overstimulated center. Your clit throbbed with satisfaction as you felt him hitting every right spot and angle from inside, your g-spot getting the brunt of all of it.

“You like riding this cock, baby?” He rasped, lifting his hand from your hip to slap your ass and grip it firmly before holding onto you again.

“Oh god yes..” you groaned, tilting your head back just slightly as your body fell up and down against his. The closeness was more than you could handle. Though you’d just been in a bed half-naked with him, this was far more intimate than anything that had taken place before. His teeth met your neck, biting into your soft flesh as his hands explored your frame, landing on your hair and squeezing your neck for stolen moments in between. His breath against your skin drove you wild as he morphed each bite into sucking, trailing down to the tops of your breasts in your dress.

When his hands landed back on your hips, you held him even closer to your body as you felt your climax nearing already. Your pussy gushed around him without reservation as he pumped up into you needily, hastily and with absolutely no remorse.

Hearing his breathing so heavy already was thrilling. You were doing exactly what you’d set out to do, and you were doing it well. Cumming on his cock was the only end game in your mind.

“Oh, Jared…” you breathed, unable to stifle any moaning.

“That’s my good girl…” he groaned, the look on his face that of pure relinquishment.

He was just as close as you were, and you could tell with every passing second. There were no wrong answers, and your mind suddenly began to go into overdrive, pulling out all of the stops as you felt yourself on the brink of what already felt like the best orgasm you’d ever had.

“Oh… fuck…” you began, whimpering as your gaze met his.

“Come on baby girl,” he urged, eager to see his effect on you.

“Oh… Daddy..!” You cried, and he held his hand over your mouth as he continued to stare deep into your eyes, thrusting into you with a merciless rhythm.

This might have been a war you started, but he was certainly winning it as you gave into him completely, your body trembling with pleasure with every touch he offered you. The intensity of his stare cut layers through your soul as he took every ounce of pleasure in seeing you come undone for him.

You noticed the aroused yet slightly surprised expression that washed over his countenance at the word ‘daddy.’ You’d kept that kink a secret for years, from both partners who tried to tap into your fantasies to friends who were simply curious, but there was no hiding it when the man between your legs was so deserving of the title. 

He picked up the pace with ease, leaving you no way to keep your release at bay any longer. Your pussy clenched around his length, the tightening only allowing you more pleasure as the the delicious tingling sensation became almost beautifully unbearable. Cumming for him was the easy part as you let yourself go, bouncing on his member as your small cries of tear spiking euphoria were stifled against his hand.

“Shhh, babydoll,” he whispered, his voice gruff and sultry. “Shh..”

The thought of having to be quiet was even hotter as you gasped, milking every second of your climax that you could while he was unable to hold off anymore. His cock throbbed, spilling inside of your warm walls, his load mixed with your arousal, seeping from your sweet spot with every thrust. Seeing you a mess for him was more than he could handle as he came, rasping your name like a deep and indispensable prayer. 

His hand moved from your mouth to your hip again as he brought you down onto his cock harder and rougher. He wanted every bit of you he could get as he came, addicted to your pussy already. His fingertips gripped onto you over the fabric of your dress as he held you down, his thrusts into your wetness slowing, but getting deeper as he exhaled.

Without thinking, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, locking them in a kiss that matched no other you’d previously shared as you continued to ride him. Out of breath was an understatement, but you would’ve happily died right there just to be the girl to get him off better than any other could’ve. 

You pressed your lips against his as hard as you could, and he met your passion right back. There was no getting enough of each other and his hands moved to grab your face, gripping onto you as though if he let go, you might disappear.

When you finally needed air, you gasped against his open mouth, your eyes still closed as you rocked your hips slowly. Reluctantly, you pulled off of him and sat in his lap, trying to catch your breath as he did the same, a smirk on his perfect, swollen lips.

“And I’m supposed to let you go now?” He quipped, the slight seriousness in his voice eluding to his joke only being half-joking.

Feeling all too needy and clingy as once, you shook your head quickly.

“No.. You don’t ever have to let me go if you don’t want to,” you said quietly between soft breaths.

His hand reached for your hair, pushing some of it from your slightly damp face.

“I really don’t want to,” he said, the smirk that was once on his lips, gone.

After a moment, your {E/C} eyes met his blue ones again. He seemed to drink in your features as you spoke.

“Good.. Because I don’t want you to.”

“I can’t go against such a sweet, and yet so bad, girl’s desires then, can I?” He grinned.

Despite already being exerted from your rendezvous, you could feel the blush rising to your cheeks as you licked your lips with a smirk and gave a soft shrug.

“Do me a favor?” He asked again.

“Anything.”

The grin on his lips formed back into a smirk as he traced your lips with his thumb slowly, something sensual clearly on his mind as his eyes trailed from your lips to your eyes slowly.

“Call me daddy again..”

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Kinktober Day 6 - Cock Worship | “On Bended Knee” | McSombra

Sombra indulges in one of her favourite things: McCree’s cock.

Another Kinktober prompt commission, this time for Day 6: Cock Worship. I... really fucking love this kink but I find it tough to write, and it kind of ended up being more like a glorified BJ fic. I like that kind of thing, but... who knows? 

I hope you guys do too! 

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Sombra watches McCree from the floor. She watches him shrug his shirt off and toss it aside to join her clothing, already crumpled in a heap on the floor. The movement is fluid, effortless, but Sombra doesn't care: she's much more focused on the tantalizing bulge in McCree's pants.

She licks her lips as McCree’s hand tugs the zipper down slowly. She can feel his eyes on her, but she doesn't dare look away for fear of missing the main show. McCree must notice; he huffs a laugh and reaches inside his pants to tug himself free, sighing throatily as he finally pulls his cock out of its confines.

Sombra inhales sharply. McCree’s cock rests thick and heavy in his hand. He strokes it slowly, pushing the foreskin over the head and pulling it back, showing off the flushed head. Sombra’s mouth waters; she inches forward on her knees, desperate to taste the bead of precum forming at McCree’s tip.

McCree looks down at her. Sombra reaches for him, hands petting at his thighs as she gazes up into his eyes at last, pleading uncharacteristically silently for permission to continue. McCree grins at his lover, reaching down with his free hand to cup her chin and tilt it up.

“Go on, then,” he says, and Sombra lets out a shaky breath. She leans forward, resting her cheek against McCree’s leg. She gazes hungrily at his cock, one hand coming up to touch it gingerly, like she’s not sure she’s worthy of it. She is -- she knows she is -- but she’s still awestruck, even after all this time, by how perfect it is. How big it is, how it curves just right, standing long and proud and hard. The perfect fit for her mouth, for her hand, for her cunt.

And it's all hers. She can do whatever she pleases with it.

Sombra's almost convinced this is a dream, but when she finally does wrap her fingers around it and McCree groans in response, she knows for sure it isn’t. She leans forward and presses a kiss to the tip of it, flicking her tongue out to taste him. He tastes just as perfect as she remembers. And she wants more.

So she takes it, pushing herself forward to wrap her lips around the head and suck on it. Sombra moans around it and shudders, taking just as much (if not more) pleasure from this as McCree.

McCree's hand moves from her chin to the back of her head, fingers slipping between the few strands that have fallen astray. He doesn't push her, doesn't encourage her: just pets her, lets her know that she's doing a good job, that she's the one setting the pace here, that she can go as fast or as slow as she wants, or take as much or as little as she pleases.

Sombra moans again, exhaling through her nose. She slides her tongue along the underside of McCree's cock and pulls her lips back just enough they slide over the ridge. McCree's breath shudders deliciously above her.

Perfect.

She opens her eyes and looks up at him, trying to smile smugly around his cock. She's sure it doesn't quite come off as intended, but she refuses to let him out of her mouth.

"Fuck," McCree gasps. "You got any idea what you do to me?"

Sombra doesn't speak. Instead, she closes her eyes and presses forward, taking McCree in deeper. She still doesn't go all the way, though; she wants to work her way up slowly, take her time and enjoy him. All of him.

She sucks on him greedily, angling herself so that with every move back and forth McCree's cock brushes against the roof of her mouth. Sombra can feel McCree's thighs trembling under her touch in response. He must like that.

She looks up at him again to make sure he's watching. When she's certain he is, Sombra makes a show of lifting one hand away from McCree's thigh. She wiggles her fingers before bringing her hand inward and lowering it between his legs. She cups his balls, teasing them with the tips of her fingers. She traces every curve and swell of them, reveling in McCree's shuddering moans and sighs.

Sombra only stops fondling him when she decides to pull herself off his dick a moment to catch her breath. A string of saliva stretches between the tip and her lips, and Sombra breaks it with her tongue. She smirks as her hand moves from McCree's balls to run along his shaft. It slides up it so easily, aided by the lingering slickness of her saliva still shining on him. It's hotter than it should be and Sombra can hardly get enough of the sight - the only thing she thinks she might like more is the taste.

But she holds back, restrains herself from diving forward again. She wraps her fingers around McCree's cock and pulls on it, slowly, admiring the way the foreskin slides so easily in her grip. She twists her wrist so her fingers can run over the head. It's already dripping more precum; McCree is hopelessly aroused and completely exposed: he couldn't hide it if he tried.

"¿Sabes lo perfecto que eres?" Sombra whispers, forgetting herself a moment. She leans in to kiss the tip again while her hand moves back down to the base. She tears her eyes away from McCree's wonderfully thick, twitching cock to look up into his eyes, stroking him all the while. When he looks down, his vision is hazy and unfocused. Sombra can hardly tell if he's looking at her or his own dick, but in the end she supposes it doesn't make a difference.

She smirks and leans forward to bury her nose in the dark curls at the base of her lover's cock. She kisses it, long and slow and lingering, on one side, then drags her lips underneath it and back up the other side. Sombra peppers light, reverent kisses all the way up McCree's shaft from the base to the head, pausing only to lick her lips and look back up into McCree's unfocused eyes before taking it back in her mouth and swallowing him down as far as she can go.

She makes it almost all the way. McCree is big - too big for her to fit entirely in her mouth without choking. But that in itself isn't a problem; Sombra loves the stretch of her lips over it, the way he fills her mouth and throat so perfectly. She would gladly choke herself on his dick, even if only for a little while.

But she isn't ready to end this just yet. She slides back a little bit, just enough that McCree doesn't press up against the opening to her throat. She still needs to breathe, after all.

Sombra moans and sucks, hard. She clutches McCree's hips, desperate for something to ground her - she's losing herself to this far too easily. Losing herself to the wonderful heady taste, to the warmth radiating off McCree, to the perfect fullness of having his dick in her mouth.

She pulls his hips forward and pushes them back, rocking them in time with the movements of her head. When she pushes forward, she pulls him in deeper; when she pulls back, she pushes him away; and all the while she works her tongue along the underside, stroking and licking him where she can't reach with her mouth.

"Fuck!" She hears McCree say above her, strained and barely audible, but Sombra gets the message loud and clear. He's going to come soon, and even though she's not quite ready for it yet, there's little she can do to stop it.

So she encourages him.

Sombra takes a deep breath and presses forward once more, pulling McCree close with one hand while the other slides down between her own legs. She rubs at her own clit, quickly but not hastily - she doesn't want to finish before he does, but the combination of sensations is pushing her that way dangerously fast - and swallows McCree down all the way. Her throat flutters and spasms around him, her gag reflex starting to kick in. But she keeps going, determined to hold herself there until he finishes.

He doesn't keep her waiting. Sombra swallows around McCree one last time and that's it: he comes, shooting himself down her throat. Sombra swallows, deliriously happy, and soon she's coming too, hips convulsing and twitching in her hand; but she doesn't stop: she keeps her mouth on McCree until she's certain he's done, until the last twitch of his cock in her mouth stops and he goes boneless in her hold. Only then does she pull herself off him, but even that isn't the last thing she does: Sombra kisses McCree's cock, licking up any last drops of his cum that she may have missed. Even as he goes soft, she still relishes the feeling of it, thick and full in her hand and warm against her lips and tongue.

When she's finally finished, McCree's legs give out and he sits down on the edge of their bed. He pats the spot next to him and Sombra gets up to lie down next to him, pressing herself to the cowboy's side and reaching over to play with his hair.

"You're fuckin' insane, you know that?" McCree asks. Clearly he's still floating up somewhere around cloud nine, because he can't even look her in the eye properly as he says that. Not for a lack of trying, though. Sombra laughs.

"Mhm. I've heard it all before."

"Right." McCree closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. No more words are exchanged between them: he's tired now, and Sombra isn't one to keep her man from sleep if she can help it.

Not when he doesn't bother to zip himself back up.

Sombra presses a light kiss to the corner of McCree's lips. "Sweet dreams, love."

McCree takes a deep breath and smiles against Sombra’s lips. It isn’t long after that that his breathing slows and deepens. McCree drifts off to sleep in Sombra’s arms, and she smiles as she gazes down the length of his body, eyes resting on his cock, still perfect even soft.

She licks her lips. McCree is going to sleep well tonight.

[willowleavesa]

Powerless

Chapter 6

Sander sides Hero Au

Ships: Prinxiety, Logicality

Status: Work In Progress

AO3

An: My exams are finally over and now I have some freedom to write! I’m so sorry this took so long however I am going on holiday for the next three weeks, I’ll be traveling a lot so I don’t know when I have internet so I once again apologise for any further delays.

Warnings: swearing, restraint. (Please tell me if there is more I should put)

The time had just clicked past three in the morning when Logan was pulled out of his slumber. There was a small damp patch on the newspapers that were his pillow. He sat up on the sofa with pulled back lips, disgusted with his sleeping arrangement once again. Glasses at the end of his nose lost to gravity  and slid of his face.

His brow furrowed, inspecting his glasses. Glancing up his saw Patton on a kitchen stool, face screwed in a dream as he slept over the kitchen island. His glasses were also still on his face as he slept. He was aware of the fact he had fallen asleep before Patton because the man was out searching the streets when he was last awake. But in the past, whenever Logan had fallen asleep with his glasses on in the most random of places, he would wake up with his glasses neatly beside him- but not too close in case he would crush them- and a purple blanket over his shoulders. He always assumed Patton was the one to do this but then again he also often found Patton with his glasses set aside and the same blanket over him. Both men had a habit of forgetting to take of their glasses before sleeping.

It struck him like lightening to the heart. Virgil. Oh god, Virgil. His sweet little boy. Logan wasn't much for pet names nor was he much of a cryer. But damn it, his son was missing and there were some things even a grown man can't hold back.

His tears slipped onto the newspapers the had been turned over and over for any accounts on crimes that had similarities to his son's. There was nothing, no crime that hinted to who had taken him. Logan had inquired the police earlier but they could also give nothing. Not even other heroes with tracking powers could pick up anything. The only thing that caught Logan's eye was that incidents due to increased ice were the highest they had been in sixteen years.

Sixteen years. Ice.... shit.

"PATTON!"

-

"A therapy clinic? Isn't the joke of me being insane for going after this guy gone a bit too far, sunglasses?"

Viscount, gave a sharp look at the civilian dressed hero next to him. Honestly, Remmy has no idea what compelled him to join this self proclaimed hero on his quest. True, having Barron around was bad for business but there must have been a better way to get rid of him without relying on this doofus.

"Why you calling me that? You're wearing them too."

"Alas, I must conceal my identity around someone as shady as you."

To temptation to abandon him and get a nice warm latte was almost too tempting.

Prince turned to him, hands posed on hips.

"So what is our true reasoning for being here."

"Earl." Remmy stated, gliding into to building and towards the front desk.

"Who?" He shot Prince a look as he signed in for couples consoling.

"Someone will call out the doctor's name for you when their ready." Remmy nodded a thanks to the receptionist and headed to take a seat in the waiting room.

Silence could not last between the pair with Prince glaring down at him. God this kid was infuriating.

"He's a former member of Barron's gang, his right hand man."

"We've meet a ton of other 'right-hand-men', none of them had anything on where Barron could be. What makes you think this one is any different?"

"Because he is his brother, if anyone knows where Baron is, he does."

"Then why didn't we just go seem his first."

Remmy was half way to strangling the boy when the receptionist called out to them.

"Patients for Dr Picani?"

-

Really, he should have seen it coming. In the twelve years he's lived with his parents, he had always known he would someday be used against them. He just wished he hadn't been taken so easily.

Zip ties dug deeply into his pale wrists which were forced behind him. Shoulder joints feeling as though they would pop any second from the strain they were under. Another pair of zip ties chocked his ankles, restraining them to the legs of the chair he was strapped on. Honestly, he felt as though he were trapped in some poor budget thriller.

"I see you are sitting comfortably after your short nap."

The cold voice penetrated his ears like icicles. Virgil sucked in a quick breath before hissing an exhale through bared teeth. Laughter resounded across the barren apartment, illuminated by nothing till the figure at the doorway flipped a switch. Light pierced dull brown eyes and he flinched away from the bulb hanging on the ceiling.

"Now now, my kitten. If we want to have a sweet friendship we mustn't hiss at our friends."

"I don't want your friendship." Virgil sharpened his eyes at the dark clad figure as it neared him.

"Ouch, Virgie! That hurt, truly."

Virgil let out a light snort and turned his attention to a damp patch in the wall. Silence between the pair didn't last long- much to the annoyance of the teen.

"Is that it? No, 'what do you want with me?' Or 'you'll never get away with this!' You're not even snivelling like the unwilling captive you are!"

Virgil continued to ignore the man, that patch was really fascinating. How long had been there to reach such a level sogginess? In the predicament he was in, Virgil might never know.

His face was a grape and the man's hand was a vice grip.

"It's impolite to ignore someone when they're talking to you."

"Sorry, I'm a teenager. We're not known for our manners." Virgil shook his head out off his captor's grip.

His voice was breathy, his breathing heightened and his nails dig deep into his palms yet he refused to be weak.

The man smiled, flashing his teeth. It made Virgil sick in his stomach when he saw two of his incisors had been filed to a sharp point. In the closer light he could also see the years old scar the burned half his face.

"Baron." Virgil gasped, his gut sank at the realisation of who he was trapped with.

"Ahhhh, so you do know who I am. No doubt your parents told you about me."

"It's because of you my parents' private lives aren't so private."

Surely, Virgil should have known to hold his tongue least he wanted the spitting rage that flooded his face.

"It's because of your parents I got this scar! Your parents that overthrew my rule of this city. Your parents that lost me my everything."

The teen felt drops of liquid rage on the skin of his cheeks. Even if his hands were free, he could not wipe it away. No, he too frozen to move. He was terrified.