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willsimpforanyone · 3 years ago

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Could you write smut for Alex fierro x she/they reader? Maybe stress relief or somethin?

ooo first magnus chase series request! pls bear in mind i haven't read all the books out and certainly not for a few years so i hope i don't make her too ooc? i've done some research and i think alex is amab so that's gonna play a part here, and i'm gonna use afab terminology for the reader

this is gonna be kinda influenced by my own experience of being fluid so i hope that's okay

alex and reader are also gonna be aged up bc he's forever 16 so this is gonna be a college au bc that's what i know best lol so both are 18+

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That was it? Three days work and my eyes were aching, there had been a low level headache for the past two hours and nothing was making sense any more.

I pushed away from my desk in frustration, my rolling chair taking me a little further than I had intended. It hit into the plate I'd left on my floor from having lunch at my desk, making an unpleasant clink-y sound that made me flinch and raise my hand to my head.

Today was not a good day.

In acceptance of that fact, I made sure my work was saved, closed my laptop and vacated the tiny space I called 'my office'. The kitchen was cooler and I pressed my hands to the cold countertop, sighing.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed before I heard keys jangling in the lock; it took a moment or two to realise oh! Alex had said she was coming round to make sure I was eating, of course, it wasn't a burglar. Also burglars don't have keys, generally.

Green Day was blasting through his (her? No, his) earphones and a bag full of groceries hung from his hand. He dumped the bag on the kitchen countertop and raised an eyebrow at my dishevelled appearance while putting away his phone.

"Hey sunshine, who died?"

I rolled my eyes at him, but smiled fondly. "My will to achieve academic success, for today at least."

He nodded understandingly, and gestured for me to help put away food.

"Alex, you gotta stop buying me food, I'm fine," I insisted as packets of noodles were pressed into my hands.

Alex shrugged, opening the fridge. "No, for two reasons. One-" Milk in the fridge door. "-you are unbelievably shit at feeding yourself, it's like you're a child. Two-" Vegetables in the bottom drawer. "-I like being able to buy things now and I run out of things to buy for me very quickly so it's food for you, 'kay?"

I laughed, only slightly reluctantly putting things away in cupboards. One of the cupboard doors slammed a little harder than I intended and I winced, cradling my head in my hands.

"What's up?" Alex gently pulled my hands from my head and gave me a look of genuine concern. "You doing okay?"

"Stress headache, coursework has been kicking my ass." I fumbled around for a glass of water. "I'll be fine, just need a break."

"Stressed?" Alex rifled through the bag abandoned on the counter, fishing out a pack of ibuprofen. "Shoulda told me, idiot, I'd have come over sooner and forced you to take a break."

I downed the medication and chuckled. "I'm only taking a break now because words have lost all meaning."

He shrugged. "And you should have stopped before that, but here we are, and I'm not letting you back into that pathetic room you call an office today."

For once, I didn't immediately resist, having already accepted that I would get no real work done today anyway. "Okay, okay, fine, so what's the plan, hm?"

A fun glint came into his eye. "Well, my darling partner, I do believe I have a method for dealing with stress that has proved popular in the past."

"Oh?" I slipped my arms around his waist and he rested his on my shoulders. "A bold claim, considering I'm pretty stressed about this essay thing, it's due in four days."

Alex grinned. "Okay, how about this- I'll help with the essay tomorrow. For the rest of today, I use my method of... de-stressing, sound good?"

His hands were already smoothing over my neck and playing with the neckline of my sweater. I hummed as he trailed his hands down the material and slipping his hands under it to rest on my waist.

I could already feel the tension from my shoulders slipping away little by little. Pressing a kiss to his lips, I grinned. "Well, how can I say no to the silver-tongued child of Loki?"

Before I knew it, I was swept off my feet and into Alex's arms. I laughed as (he? No... no, she was now a girl) she made her way through my tiny apartment to my bedroom and dropped me a little unceremoniously on the bed. Her green hair brushed into her eyes and I pushed it behind her ear.

"I noticed the change, by the way."

Her cheeks touched pink, the way they always did when she realised I paid enough attention to her to notice that her gender had changed, even if her appearance hadn't. "Oh hush, and sit up so I can get rid of that sweater, no matter how cute it looks on you." Always had to fluster me too, the little shit.

Obediently I sat up, tugging her forward by her belt loops and helping her get my sweater off. "Just so I know," she pressed the words into my neck. "Are, like, you okay with typically feminine shit today or?"

I rolled the words 'pretty' and 'girl' around my head. 'Pretty' felt fine, but I wasn't feeling 'girl' right now, and I told her so.

"Cool." Alex stripped of her green sweater vest, leaving her in a loose pink shirt and dark blue jeans. "No babygirl, just baby."

Nodding, I felt a rush of adoration towards her that we could communicate like this. I reached up to grasp the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss, all tongue and teeth as she almost flopped on top of me. She tore herself away, grabbing my wrists and playfully pinning me to the bed.

"Now, now, sunshine, you're the focus here, stop trying to take control."

I rolled my eyes. "Then get on with it, I'm supposed to be de-stressing here."

"Demanding fucker," Alex teased. She placed my hands on the bed near my head, and gave me a stern look I took to mean 'don't fucking move them'.

My legs were suddenly bare as Alex stripped away the material and knelt between them. "Mhm, gorgeous, just as I thought."

I nudged her with my knee. "Shut up."

"How dare you, absolutely not." She winked at me and shimmied downwards until her face was level with my underwear. "If you don't want compliments, stop looking so fucking fine."

I didn't get a chance to reply when she dived forward and licked the material covering my pussy. I gasped, sharp and sudden, and Alex's cocky smirk could barely be seen from between my thighs.

Her lips danced along my skin, one hand round a thigh and the other preemptively holding my hips down. "So pretty," she murmured, teeth just grazing my sensitive inner thigh, so close to where I wanted her but just out of reach.

I whined. "Alex, come on."

"Again, so demanding." She grinned, but hooked her fingers under the elastic of my underwear and dragged them down, throwing them somewhere in my room. Her eyes widened in delight. "Well, sunshine, you needed some relaxation, hm?" A finger reverently slid down my folds and I shivered- Alex pulled it away and admired the shininess on it. "So wet, baby, it could almost be called adorable."

"Oh, fuck yo-"

Two fingers slid inside me, and my words caught in my throat at the sudden, but not unwelcome, intrusion.

"What was that, sunshine?" Alex's shit-eating smile appeared above me as I panted, pumping her fingers at a steady pace. "Have something to say?"

I shook my head fiercely, relishing in the way my body relaxed under her touch. My headache was fading minute by minute, the tension seeping out my shoulders as I let myself forget everything else but Alex.

Her fingers felt heavenly, a thumb coming just to rest on my clit. She rearranged her hand slightly, crooking at exactly the right angle to have my back arching away from the sheets and pressing my chest into her. Alex buried her face in my neck, humming appreciatively at the panting moans I couldn't seem to stop escaping my lips.

All of a sudden I was empty, Alex had withdrawn her fingers and I whined almost pathetically at the loss of the feeling.

"Aww, don't worry baby," Alex's voice was slightly muffled as she stripped of the rest of her clothes. "I just thought you'd want something a little different."

Eyes widening, I nodded frantically and watched with fascination and anticipation as I watched her slip on a condom, hissing slightly.

It was only a few seconds before she was back, hovering over me and decorating my throat with red marks. Her lips danced up to my ear. "You ready?"

"Gods yes, Alex, please!"

I felt her lips curve into a smirk, and she pushed into me with one swift motion.

My toes curled and my fingers fisted in her hair as she began to hammer against me, hips meeting mine at a furious pace. Her nails dug into my legs as she used them for momentum, the slightly pain coursing through my veins and adding a new flavour to the pleasure she was giving me.

She kept up an impressive pace and I was wound so tight it wasn't long before Alex was reaching down a hand to swirl figure-eights into my clit.

Words weren't a possibility right now, overwhelmed by the glorious feeling of her fucking me into the mattress. I clung to her and make incoherent sounds of pleasure and desperation, mumbling something about needing to come, please, fuck Alex please please let me come please...!

"Come for me, that's it, so good, my beautiful one..." Alex's whispered encouragements in my ear drove me to the edge and pushed me off, and I threw my head back as I let out a choked cry as my orgasm crashed into me at full force.

From the low groan and stuttering of her hips, I vaguely recognised that Alex had come a moment after me.

We lay together, quiet and relaxed. My mind was pleasantly a little fuzzy and Alex was warm and soft and I whined longingly when she pulled out to get rid of the condom and get a towel. Always so careful, she smoothed the damp towel over my thighs and I shivered at the cold feeling. She smiled softly.

"Give me a minute, my sunshine, I'll be back."

Reluctantly I let her go, sitting up when she returned with a glass of water for me. "Drink it all and then we can have a nap, hm?"

I nodded, taking the glass with slightly shaky hands. Alex grinned and pressed a kiss to my cheek.

"So, how was that for stress relief?"

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i really really hope this was okay? thank you so much for requesting!

#alex fierro #alex fierro x reader #alex fierro imagine #alex fierro smut

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anniebibananie · 3 years ago

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love your ray and heather story! i don't know if you're accepting prompts, but would you write something about heather finding out about ray running into the fire for her?? I just need that SCENE

thank you! i'm so happy you enjoyed i wish i could leave you my love.

also ty for the prompt it's been a while but i do love writing prompts so here you goooooo

[side note: wyattnash on ao3 (if someone knows their tumblr lmk) also wrote a oneshot for this premise: Blame it on the Flame]

my heather & ray playlist for listening as u read

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It's been two months since Panic ended. As much as Panic ever ends for someone who has played it, or for Carp where Panic sometimes feels like its secret beating heart. The one thing that keeps the youth of this town alert, alive, aching for bigger and better things.

Panic may be dumb, but sometimes Heather thinks it's the one thing that reminds them all they have any say at all in their own lives.

"Heather! You dropped this," comes a voice from behind her, and Heather turns. Drew is holding out the pack of crayons she'd just bought from the pharmacy, which clearly fell from between her arms. "Seems important," he says with a kind smile.

"Thanks, Drew." Heather sighs as she reaches out and takes the pack, stacking it back into the crook of her arm with the toilet paper rolls and bottle of ibuprofen she'd just purchased.

Lily is out of crayons, and Heather can't forget the expressive hope in her eyes when she'd asked for more. Her and Ray had started drawing together on afternoons when he was over, and Heather wasn't going to be a contributing factor in ending that wholesome activity. Something they both seemed to enjoy.

"Lily would be sad if her and Ray couldn't work on the town map they've spent the last week drawing together. I've never seen either of them so focused on anything." She puffs out a breath.

It came as a surprise at first to see Ray so tender with Lily, so receptive, until Heather thought about it and realized maybe it wasn't a surprise at all. Ray, at his core, is a sweet person who simply had built a million protective shells around it. That's what kind people who live in the dirt were forced to do. Heather got it.

Drew's eyebrows quirk up. "You and Ray going well then?"

"Hm?" Heather tilts her head. She knows what he's asking, but Heather isn't ready to spill her guts on the sidewalk to Drew. Even if she likes Drew.

Because what her and Ray have has grown into something tender, too. Something she holds so closely and dearly to her chest that sometimes she's afraid if she holds it in the palm of her hand someone might grab it away, tear it before she can stop them.

Drew rolls his eyes. "You're not tricking anyone. He's such an asshole sometimes, but when we all saw him run into Graybill's house after you? I've never heard anyone scream someone's name like that. Dude was so into you even then."

Her eyebrows scrunch, meeting in the middle. "Graybill's house? What are you talking about?"

Now Drew is the one confused. "No one ever told you? As soon as we realized you and Natalie were missing he ran straight back into the fire. I can't believe no one mentioned it."

The conversation fades quickly after that, Heather making some passing remark, and the two saying goodbye companionably. But Heather can't stop thinking about it. The image of Ray running straight into the fire, calling her name, trying to save her from danger.

That was after she'd upset him. Even then he cared. Which isn't really a surprise, either, she supposes, but it does something to her heart. Makes it tighter, the fondness tightening something wicked in her chest. The inescapable feeling she has for him even more irrevocable.

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She returns home to find Ray and Lily already in place. Heather ditches the toilet paper and other odds and ends into a nearby chair, tossing the crayons onto the coffee table they're circled around.

Ray looks up at her with a smile, dimple on display, that makes a smile of her own grow across her features.

"Thank you, Heather!" Lily sings, and Heather shoots a look her way before going to kiss the top of her head.

"Course, bug." She pauses to look at the map. They've made good progress. It has streets and houses drawn out but also little things. A book colored by the library. A pair of scissors by the hairdressers and a little heart Heather knows Lily must have drawn for their mom, even now. "Ray? Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Ooo," Lily jokes, though her head remains dipped forward in concentration.

Ray holds out his hand, and Heather releases a huff of breath as she pulls him up to standing. He kisses her briefly, hands still connected between them, and she rolls her eyes.

They make their way to the kitchen, where Heather gets a pot of water boiling for dinner before turning around and kicking her foot at his leg.

He tilts his head, crowding closer to her. "What's that for, Nill? Gonna reprimand me?"

She crosses her arms, mostly because she wants to maintain some distance while she says what comes next. Ray can be too persuasive when he closes in, making her forget words she wants to say.

"You ran into the fire at Graybill's." It's not a question because they both know the answer.

She watches his face, and there's that wrecked look again he'd given her after she asked about the words he said on the bridge. Like she's seen a part of him he hadn't actually anticipated anyone getting a glimpse of, and he dips his head. It comes to rest on her shoulder for a second before he pulls back.

"How'd you find out?"

"Not telling." Her lips twist into something between a smirk and a smile. "You don't get to get hurt because of me, okay? That's not love."

He hums, clearly not agreeing, and Heather is mad at him almost. The fact that he believes his life to be more disposable than hers, but she supposes she's honored, too. That Ray would be willing to do that for her and not seek thanks, not even needing her to know it.

"My only regret is I couldn't save you." He shakes his head, looking out the window over the kitchen for a minute instead of at her. "But you didn't need me, hey? Did it all on your own like the badass you are."

"I am a badass," she agrees. He turns his head back with a laugh, and he flows like water when she pulls him in by the belt loops to kiss her. "Thank you, but you don't do that again, okay?"

"Panic is over, remember? No more opportunities to throw myself into the flames for Heather Nill."

Which isn't an agreement, and Heather thinks it's wrong anyways because Panic is never over for them. Panic is a game they're alway playing, trying to keep themselves calm to get through all of the challenges Carp throws at them.

But she loves him. She really does, and she thinks she'd probably do the same if she had to. The way she'd gotten behind the wheel for Lily. The way she'd jumped from a cliff for freedom. She would do a lot for the people she loves.

"You're an idiot," she reminds him, words meant to be sharp but coming out fragile anyways.

His smile is radiant. "Yours, though," and he kisses her again against the counter.

Yes, she thinks. You are.

#nillhall #heather x ray #panic amazon #panic tv show #annie writes #my fanfiction #prompts #nillhall prompts #i love them just like as a reminder #i just love the idea of ray and lily coloring together ok #sue me #heather nill

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atlafan · 5 years ago

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Take it Slow - Part Twenty-Eight

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: TW- Mention of past abuse. Smut.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

Your day with Harry was nice. You got in and out of Walmart as soon as you could so you could get back home to love on each other. You lost track of how many times you made each other come. You weren’t sure what came over him, or what came over you really. Maybe you both were trying to get five days’ worth of pleasure in before your period came.

Right on cue, you got your period Monday morning. You were fully prepared, so no waking up to a crime scene or embarrassment. Your body felt tired from your day of being worked over repeatedly. Harry knew you were getting close to being ready for him. The fact you let him rub his tip against you, even if it was just your clit, made him so happy. He knew you wanted him badly.

You wore your hair down and wavy, and made sure to wear a scarf with your outfit. There was one love bite you had to put some makeup over to cover up, it was just too high up to cover. You felt like the makeup just made it more obvious, but your hair would cover the rest. If anything, you could just tell anyone who asked it was from your curling iron. A lame excuse, but a viable one.

When you walk out of the bathroom, you see Harry sitting up on his laptop. He was starting to edit the photos he took of your family.

“Can I get a peak?” You ask walking to him. He smiles at you and shows you his screen. “Oh, Harry they’re going to love these. I can’t believe these were taken in their living room.”

“Thanks babe. I’m excited to get these over to them.” He looks at the time on his computer and sighs. “I need to shower before I leave for work.” He gets up and stretches. “How’s aunt flow, she show up yet?”

“Yes.” You groan. He gives your lower stomach a little pat, and gives you a kiss on the cheek. “Will I see you tonight?” He raises an eyebrow at you, as if you’ve offended him.

“Course.”

“Well, I didn’t know. We barely saw each other last week.”

“I’m caught up on a lot, won’t be as busy, love.”

“Alright. Well, we didn’t go grocery shopping yesterday.” You blush.

“Don’t know how we could’ve forgotten.” He says facetiously.

“I’d like to go to the gym after work, and then I can stop quickly to pick something up.”

“I can go grocery shoppin’.”

“You’d have time?”

“Sure. S’not a big deal, I know what we both like to eat.” He yawns.

You give him a little hug and a quick kiss in appreciation.

“Have a good day.” He says, patting your bum as you leave.

“You too!”

Around ten in the morning, Niall comes bursting into your office and closes the door behind him.

“They’re makin’ me the director!” You stand up and run into his arms. “And, and they’re makin’ you the associate director!” You both jump up and down giddy while hugging. He lets go of you and furrows his brows. “How dare you keep a secret like that from me.”

“They told me not to tell you! You have to apply for your position.”

“I know, but I’m sure to get it. And you! Congratulations!”

“Same to you! Can you believe they’re going to pay for grad school?”

“This is seriously the best place to work. I’m over the moon. We need to find a night to celebrate.”

“Yes yes yes! Hmm, I’m not really free this weekend, it’s my uncle’s Hanukkah party.”

“Is that Saturday?”

“Mhm.”

“How about Friday night? We could just do somethin’ simple.”

“Why don’t we have like a movie night or something? Been ages since we did something like that. We could have wine and junk food.”

“Ooo, I like that idea. How about Friday night then?”

“That should work, I can check with Harry.” You two hug again. You let go of him when you feel like you’re getting kicked in the stomach. “Shit.” You clutch at your stomach and walk over to your desk, and open the drawer where you keep ibuprofen.

“You’ve got to be kiddin’ me.” He rolls his eyes.

“What? A girl can’t pop pills in her own office anymore?” He laughs.

“No, you and Sarah are on the same cycle.”

“Still? That’s funny.”

“Great, so Harry and I will be with two women who have their periods at the same time on Friday, wonderful.”

“Oh stop, should be done by then.”

“How about you and I go out for lunch today, as a little pre-celebration?”

“Love the way you think.”

You enjoy a good session at the gym. You did mostly weights standing up, and got on the treadmill for a quick run. You didn’t love working out on your period, but it helped with the cramps. It was starting to get really cold out, but you hated putting all of your warm clothes on after sweating. As you sat down to wipe your neck and chest with a small towel, you noticed a couple people looking at you. You had completely forgotten that with your hair up, and a loose tank top on, all of your love bites were visible. You tried to ignore it, but an older woman sat down next to you to change her shoes.

“You really shouldn’t let someone do that to you.” She says.

“Pardon?”

“Your neck.” She points to one of the marks. “I’ve seen you around here, I’ve seen you with those before, but never quite so dark.”

“Oh…Um, it was just from-“

“Those are not from a curling iron.” She scoffs. “My teenage daughter says the same thing to me. That looks borderline abusive honey.” You stand up, feeling a pit of rage come over you. This woman picked the wrong day to fuck with you.

“Excuse me, but my boyfriend is not abusive.” She stands up.

“Listen, if you don’t feel safe to speak up-“

“I’ve been abused before, so I think I would know the difference between someone intentionally trying to hurt me, and someone simply biting me.” You gather up all your things. “And I’ll have you know, I enjoy it, so why don’t you mind your own damn business. Worry about whoever your daughter is fucking, okay?”

You storm out of the gym, leaving the woman stunned. How dare a stranger come up to you like that, even if she meant well. You drove home, and couldn’t wait to change into some loose sweats, and see Harry. You smiled at the thought of him being in your apartment when you got there.

When you keyed in you smelled something delicious coming from the kitchen. You saw him at your stove, making some pasta and veggies.

“Hey babe.” You smile.

“Evenin’.” He smiles back. “Dinner’s just about ready.”

“How much I owe you for the groceries?” You ask, taking out your wallet. He scoffs. “Harry.”

“It wasn’t expensive, don’t worry about it.” You go to stand behind him and stick your hand in his back pocket, taking his wallet out. “Oi! What do you think you’re doin’?”

“I am putting some money in here.” You take forty dollars out of your wallet, and open his up.

“You don’t have to, and it wasn’t that much.”

“Harry, you are not…” Your voice trails off when you open his wallet. The picture of you Harry from your weekend away was in there. It was the one of you two laughing. “You had this made into a wallet size?” You look at him with loving eyes. His face was beat red.

“Um…yeah.” He runs a hand through his hair. You hand his wallet back to him, and he shoves it into his pocket.

“Do you have more? I’d like one for mine too.”

“I could print one for you, yeah.” He coughs. “Dinner’s just about ready.”

“I’m just gonna go change.”

You peel off your sweaty clothes, and run over your body with a hot wash cloth quick. Then you throw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Harry squints at your shirt when you come out.

“What?”

“Are you seriously wearing a Jonas Brothers concert shirt?” You look down at yourself. You didn’t really think about what you had put on.

“Well…yeah. I saw them this summer when they came around for their Happiness Begins tour. It was amazing, the girls and I went. I hadn’t seen them since 2010. They really put on a good show.” You shrug, and sit down at the table where your plate of food was waiting for you.

“You really have a variety of music taste, don’t you?” He chuckles, sitting down as well.

“I guess so. We mostly went for nostalgic purposes. I was living, it was so much fun to actually get drunk at a Jonas Brothers concert.” You take a bite of food. “Mm, so good Harry, thank you.”

“So which one is your favorite?”

“What do you mean?”

“Everyone has a favorite brother, which one’s yours?” You point to Joe Jonas, who is in the middle of the shirt. “Which one’s he?”

“Joe.” You swoon.

“Why’s he your favorite?”

“He’s just a really good front man.” You shrug. “I also think he has a better voice than Nick, I mean, it’s like butter. I saw his group DNCE live a couple years ago, and they were so good. He sounds better by himself.” You laugh. “But I’m glad they’re back together. It like, gave me hope in a weird way.”

“Hope?”

“Yeah, when I heard they got back together it was one of the first time I felt overjoyed about something. And they all just looked so happy. It was a great way to start off 2019.”

“Sarah, Rachel, and Kate…you didn’t know of them from high school right?”

“Nope. Only met in college.”

“Do you have any friends from high school you still talk to?”

“A couple here and there. I have one childhood best friend that it’s easy to pick up with when we get together. I had a very small group of friends in high school. I sort of jumped around from different friend groups too. I didn’t really find my people until I went to college. What about you?”

“Yeah, I’ve got some mates back home I’m still close with. Try to face time once in a while. I suppose that Lou and Niall are my best mates though.”

“Maybe after we get back from our trip we could find some time to go see Louis and Eleanor.” He gives you a half smile. “I can keep her preoccupied while the two of you catch up.” You giggle.

“She’s really not that bad, I just don’t like competin’ with people for attention.” Niall was right, Harry is a bit clingy. “But yeah, we could plan somethin’ for after we get back.”

Tuesday after work, you had your appointment with Dr. Mara. You had a lot to tell her.

“That’s wonderful news about your job!”

“Thanks, I’m so excited. I think I’ve narrowed it down to two different schools. If I can get this figured out soon, I could enroll for the spring semester.”

“How do you think your stress load will be? Adding something on like that?”

“Well, I’d really only be able to take one or two classes a semester. One school has these great eight week courses. I’m going to speak with my supervisor this week to see what she thinks.”

“What did Harry say when you told him?”

“He was over the moon! He said he was really proud of me, he even took me out to celebrate. He’s very supportive of my career.”

“That’s great. How long have you two been together now?”

“Four months now.” You smile. “It’s been amazing. Not all of it has been perfect, but nothing ever is. There’s so much that’s good between us.”

“Speaking of that, anything new with him you’d like to tell me?”

“Um…I had a trigger recently, a week or so ago.”

“I see, what happened?”

“I was…um…well…” You were used to talking to her about all of these things, but it always took you a minute to find the words. “I was pleasuring him, and my hair was up in this ponytail, and he, well, he yanked me by that hair and he did it a little too hard. And…”

“You saw Jake…” She frowns.

“Not so much that I saw him, but I had flashes to his hands pulling my hair harshly. I ended up biting down on Harry.”

“Did you tell him what happened?”

“Yes, he was very understanding. I was shaken up, but I was fine afterwards.”

“Anything happen since then?”

“No…I feel like I’m getting closer with him. I let him rub his tip against me.” You look away. “Only on my...well...you know, so not all over me, but it didn’t scare me.”

“That’s very good. Did he ask you to do this, or did you initiate?”

“I initiated. I’ve found myself wanting him more and more, but I’m still terrified. I mean, I didn’t even know him pulling my hair was going to trigger me like that. What if we’re doing it, and he jerks the wrong way, or hits too hard by accident?”

“You can think of these what ifs and keep scaring yourself, or you could do what you’ve been doing and just let things happen as they happen. You’ve made a tremendous amount of progress. The truth is, you may not know what’s going to set you off, but I think as long as you two talk it through together, you should be fine.”

“I just feel like talking the whole time takes the heat out of it. Is this okay? How does that feel? Doing alright?” You mimic his accent. “I love that he checks in with me, but I also don’t want him to feel like he’s going to hurt me.”

“Just tell him you’ll let him know if you don’t like something.”

“I do! But he still checks in with me, he gets this worried look on his face every time I make a sound he hasn’t heard before. I feel terrible. I’d rather he be more cautious and careful than not, but…” You sigh. She nods in understanding. “I think I just get frustrated because I just wish I could go back to the way I was before. When I’m with Harry, I feel that way, and then these things happen. And I know he’s frustrated too…”

“How can you tell?” You take the scarf away from around your neck. She gasps. “Christ, he isn’t hurting you is he?”

“No, it’s nothing like that. They look a lot worse than they feel.” You give a small laugh. “But I can tell he does it harder when he’s…trying not to show how frustrated he is. I think it’s a way for him to release some tension.”

“And you just let him do this? In such visible areas?”

“Well, I talked with him about it and he said he’d try to be more careful…he did say something interesting though.”

“Interesting how?”

“When we were talking about it, he said if he didn’t do it here.” You point to your neck. “Then how were other people supposed to know I had a boyfriend…”

“How did it make you feel when he said something like that to you?” Your cheeks heat up.

“Um…well, I sort of liked it. You don’t think it’s possessive do you?”

“Does he talk to you like that often?”

“Not really, once in a while he’ll say something sort of flirty in that context.”

“Hm.” She pauses, clearly thinking over what she’s going to say to you. “Have you and Harry ever discussed what you like or don’t like during sex?”

“I’m not sure I know what you’re getting at…”

“Kinks, has Harry ever talked to you about his kinks in the bedroom?”

“Not really…I mean the biting is definitely one of them.”

“That, the hair pulling.”

“He more so likes it when I pull his hair.”

“I think this is something you two should discuss. It seems he may be into some things…that may be a little more aggressive, which is fine, but you’ll sort of want to be prepared.”

“It’s not like he’s into BDSM Dr. Mara.”

“He could be. How do you know? You haven’t discussed it. He could easily be holding a lot back because he wants to make sure you’re alright.”

You drove home wrapping your head around everything Dr. Mara said. She could easily be right, all of the signs point to Harry being a little kinky…although you weren’t sure how to bring something like that up. You two usually just discovered what the other liked while you were doing it. But if you were going to have sex with him soon, you needed to know ahead of time what he might do to you.

Harry was watching TV when you walked in. He was wrapped in a blanket, laying down. He sat up when you came in. You walk over and kiss him on the cheek.

“Hi love. There’s some leftovers in the fridge.”

“Thanks, I’m not super hungry right now.” You yawn. You usually didn’t feel hungry after therapy. “Maybe later, but thanks for making something.”

“How was your session?” He asks, adjusting himself to lay his head in your lap. You run your hands through his soft hair.

“Good.”

“That’s it?” He looks up at you.

“She was, um, concerned about my neck.”

“Why?”

“I’m not sure really.” You didn’t like lying to him, but you didn’t really feel like having the conversation in that moment. “She just pointed it out, a couple people have actually.” Harry sits up to look at you.

“What people?”

“This random woman at the gym last night…she usually goes around the same time. She was like you shouldn’t let someone do that to you, and all this other shit.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He puts a hand on your thigh.

“I don’t know…because I don’t want you to stop doing it. I like it.” You groan. “Just wish they were better accepted in society. I mean, it really is just a way to show affection.” You look at him for a moment. “Does anyone ever say anything to you?”

“Not really…you don’t bite me as hard as I bite you. It’s already healed up.” He reaches his thumb up to run over one of the spots on your neck. “Guess I should take a break from this spot.”

“Why do you like to bite so hard?”

“Don’t know really, I don’t think I realize how hard I’m doin’ it.” He shrugs. You squint at him, not really believing that’s the whole truth.

“I think you do realize. I can tell, depending on how hot and heavy we’re going at it.” Harry was starting to sweat. “It’s okay if you have a reason, I’m not mad…curious mostly.”

“You really wanna know?”

“Please, enlighten me.”

“Turns me on when I see your skin turn that dark purple.” He says matter of factly.

“Why?” You say blushing. He doesn’t answer at first. He runs a hand through his hair.

“I don’t know.”

“Harry.” You smile and put a hand on his knee.

“I really don’t! Just somethin’ I like doin’. Can’t really explain it.”

“Do you think it’s an, um, territory thing? You said the other day, like, how would everyone know I had a boyfriend.”

“I was just jokin’ when I said that. I’m not a possessive guy.”

“I don’t think possession and territory mean the same thing in this instance. Like, you’re marking your territory so everyone knows they can’t have me.”

“That doesn’t sound possessive to you?”

“No? It’s not like you’re controlling me. Like, I think if you were possessive, like, oh! Like, over the weekend, if you were possessive, you either would have told Rachel to leave, or you would have stayed to hang out with us, and wouldn’t have allowed me to see my friend.”

“So, you’re okay with me marking my territory?” You felt your pulse rising. Earlier, you weren’t sure how you felt about it. But now that you two were talking about it, it did sort of turn you on.

“Yes.” He leans forward to kiss you, but you press your hands against him. “But, we need to cool it with how visible these are for a couple weeks. We see my family Saturday, and then a week after that we head to England. I am not meeting your mother with a giant, purple hickey on my neck, I’m just not.”

“Okay, but you’re gonna have to let me do it somewhere else then.”

“As long as it’s somewhere discrete, that’s fine with me.”

Harry’s shit eating grin grew over his face. He scoops you up, and carries you to the bedroom. You giggle as he puts you down on the bed.

“Take your clothes off.” He stands and waits for you to undress. You suddenly remember your period.

“Babe, I have to leave my underwear on. In fact, let me just put some shorts on.” You throw on a pair of cotton shorts. “Aunt Flow’s here, remember?” He nods yes.

He walks around your half-naked body. “Hmmm.” You feel goosebumps raise all over you.

Harry wraps his arms around you from behind, holding you in place as he sucks on the top of your left shoulder. You shiver as his teeth slowly sink into you, sucking the skin into his mouth. He lets go of it, and you hear a pop come from his lips. He moves to the back of your right shoulder blade, and does the same exact thing, leaving a nice purple bruise behind. A loud groan escapes. One of his hands slides down to your stomach, and you feel his smile against you.

“Feels that good, huh?”

“You know it does.” You say blushing.

“So I can keep going then?”

“Yes.”

“Lay down on the bed.” He watches you get on the bed as he takes his shirt off. He smirks at you. “Ass up, please.” You blush and flip over.

He climbs on top of you, and leaves gentle kisses on your shoulders and neck. His kisses move down your back, and takes the skin on your lower back just above your ass cheek between his teeth. You gasp as he bites down hard and sucks on the skin.

“Doin’ okay?”

“Yes.”

His hands reach your hips, and flips you over. He gazes at your body, not sure where he should start first.

“What are you going to do to me, Harry?” You seemed so innocent in this moment, it was a massive turn on for him.

“Just gonna kiss ya all over, you okay with that?” He coos. You nod your head yes.

He kisses you on the lips, and runs his thumb over one of the marks that already exists on your neck. He kisses down to your chest. He takes the skin just above your best between your teeth and sucks hard. Your hands grasp at the sheets. You didn’t realize you loved the sensation quite so much. Maybe it was just because it was Harry doing it, and you knew he liked it.

He sucked on both of your nipples pretty hard, and worked his way down your stomach. He nipped at the skin just above your hips, paying equal attention to each one. He spreads your legs, and sinks his teeth into your inner left thigh. Your breath hitches when you hear the popping noise as he lets go.

Harry looks up at you, and scans over your body. He’s extremely happy with his work. You had nice purple splotches all over your body. His lips were swollen and a shade of raspberry.

“What do you think?” He asks. You lean up on your elbows and scan over yourself. “Your body was the perfect canvas for my art.” You giggle at his joke.

“Well…I have to say, looks pretty good on me.” You lick your lips. You wished you didn’t have your period, you wanted his mouth back on you so bad.

You give him a devious smile. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“What?”

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daringyounggrayson · 5 years ago

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“You can’t stay in bed all day” or “Maybe you should sit down” for Dick and Bruce?

Great suggestion! I was able to work both in, I hope you like it :)

of happiness and guilt (AO3)

The lights go out and three noises sound across the tunnelsimultaneously: a scream, a thump, and a hiss. Dick knows the causes, too: thekid he was supposed to be rescuing, a kick to his knee that forces him to theground, and a canister full of fear toxin being released.

Dick instinctively pulls his cape over his face. Feet arepounding down the tunnel, but Dick can’t go after them, he needs to get the kidout. He presses his comm. “Batman.” He holds back a cough and wobbles as hetests out how much weight his knee can take. “Found Scarecrow. He’s gettingaway.”

“Tracking your location now,” Bruce replies calmly. “Thechild?”

“With me, getting him out now.” He clicks his comm off whenBruce gives his grunt of approval and starts limping toward where the scream hadsounded. “Travis? I’m Robin, I’m going to get you out of here.”

His throat burns and his eyes are starting to water. Thefear gas will kick in any moment.

“Get away! Get away! Get away!” the kid screams at him as hegets closer, causing him to gulp down even more gas.

“Dick.”

Dick ignores the almost-sweet hiss in his ear—a hallucination, not real, just a hallucination—andholds his hands up to show he means no harm. “I know you’re scared, buteverything is going to be okay. I promise.”

The kid is fighting against the handcuffs, and each slapagainst the bar echoes throughout the space. “No! No! No!”

“Look at me, Dickie. Don’tyou want to see Mommy?”

“I’m going to give you something,” Dick warns the kid as hepulls out his last dose of anti-toxin. “A quick pinch, and then we’re out ofhere.”

“No, Mary, he doesn’t.Why would he want to see us when he doesn’t even miss us? Look how happy he is—he’sprobably glad we’re dead.”

“Momma! Momma, help!”

“We’ll go get Momma next.” Dick grips the kid’s arm, holdingit steady so he can do the injection. “Good job,” Dick says when he’s done.“I’m just going to get these cuffs off, then I’ll take you home.”

The kid whimpers at him.

“I know you’re scared, but everything’s going to be okay.”

The kid latches on to Dick’s wrist with fierce urgency.“Don’t let it take me,” he begs in a trembling voice.

“I won’t. I promise.” Dick smiles at him and cuts the cuffswith a quick snap.

“Look at us!”

He gets the kid situated on his back and slowly stumbles outof the tunnel. His knee hurts and protests every step, but there’s nothing tobe done about it. At least the kid isn’t fighting him.

It takes too long to get to where the police are waiting,but when he gets there, Travis’s mom is with them. She plucks her boy up with ateary thank you and buries her face in his hair.

“I used to hold youlike that. Do you remember that? Do you miss that?”

“Or did you findsomeone to replace that too?”

“Hey kid, you listening?” a hand on his shoulder makes himflinch, the flinch makes him stumble.

Dick looks at the officer, tries to focus on the present insteadof the rotting faces of his dead parents and their bent necks. “I’m fine.”

“Where’s Batman?”

“I’m fine,” Dick repeats, the actual question not processinguntil after he’s already answered.

“Being replaced isn’twhat hurts the most, though, little Robin. No, of course someone else would filla needed role. It’s your preferencethat’s the problem.”

He squeezes his eyes shut and curls in on himself, slappinghis hands over his ears even though some part of his brain tells him it won’tdo anything. He feels sick, like he’s going to puke. Maybe he already did.

“If you could changethings, you wouldn’t, would you? You’d keep us dead—murdered. If you went backin time, you wouldn’t say anything. You’d watch me fall. You’d let me and yourmom fall. You’d watch with a smile and then happily run to Bruce.”

Hands are on him against—realor fake? real or fake?—and they make him feel trapped, they make him feellike he’s burning. “Maybe you should sit down. Take a few breaths, yeah? It’sbeen a long evening for everyone.”

“Robin.”

Dick snaps his head up at that voice, and for a second, hegets some clarity and the fake hands are gone. He steps toward Batman and theofficer removes his real hands.

“Would you miss him ifhe died? What about four years later? Or would you just forget him and findanother replacement?”

“I think he got some of that fear gas, Batman,” the officerwarns.

“I’ll take care of it.” Batman puts a hand on Dick’s backand Dick gasps, stepping out of his reach on shaky legs; Bruce doesn’t try totouch him again. Instead, he presses a button on his belt to call the car.“Scarecrow is subdued; tell Gordon to search the tunnels.”

“Okay, what about—”

Tires screech as the Batmobile comes to a sudden stop. Heand Batman both jump in, and then they’re racing away seconds later.

“How bad?” Bruce asks immediately.

“We always knew whensomething was wrong. We cared. We loved you. And this is how you repay us? Byreplacing us with a man who puts your life at risk every night?”

Dick is leaned forward on his knees, hands in his hair.“Fine.” Just ghosts. Just voices. Just guilt.

Bruce nods. “Did you take something?

“You’re a terribleson.”

Dick shakes his head. “I ran out.”

“Hnn. We’re not far.”

When they get back to the cave, Alfred is waiting with themed bay prepped and one of the antidotes sitting on a tray. They do theinjection first, then Alfred examines his knee. His parents sit by him thewhole time, reminding him what an awful person he is for moving on andforgetting them. Bruce just reminds him that it can take ten minutes for theantidote to fully kick in. He tells him to focus on his breathing, but Dick can’t because it’s being drowned out byhis parents’ accusations.

Normally, Dick would distract himself by talking, especiallyafter a night like tonight. Scarecrow had been on the run wreaking havoc foralmost a week, and tonight he kidnapped the son of the lawyer who helped puthim away. Dick saved the kid all by himself and he helped Bruce track downScarecrow, who is now heading back to Arkham. It should be a victory, but noneof it means anything to him.

(Lately, nothing means anything to him.)

He doesn’t talk tonight—just nods or shakes his head whenprompted—and instead chooses to focus on his knee. It screams at him with each painfulthrob, almost as loud as his parents. It doesn’t work as well as he knowstalking would, but it’s better than counting the lengths of his breaths.

Alfred forces ibuprofen into his hand and puts some ice onhis knee. All of his tendons and ligaments are in place, it’s just sprained andbadly bruised. It will be back to normal in a week or two, but he’ll have towear a knee brace for a few days and ice it until the swelling goes down. Twentyminutes later, Alfred takes the ice away and helps him into a knee brace beforesending him to bed.

“Can you make it?” Bruce asks as Dick slides off the gurney.

His knee hurts, but it’s not as unstable. He’ll test hisluck with the stairs. “I’ve got it.”

“The antidote is working?”

“Uh-huh.”

“If you need anything.” Bruce rests his hand on Dick’sshoulder, looks him in the eye.

Sometimes, after nights like this, Bruce will sit with himuntil he falls asleep. But the ghosts he’s carrying wouldn’t be happy to seehim seek comfort from the stand-in parent, and frankly, neither would Dick. Asmuch as he wants comfort, it would only make him feel worse right now.

Dick tugs away. “Night.”

oOo

He forgets to set his alarm. This happens. Alfred knows thisand there’s a system in place. His alarm not going off is not a reason for himto be late for school.

“Dick, come on, we’re going to be late.” Bruce is in here.Alfred sent him in.

“I don’t feel good,” Dick mumbles from where he’s buried in blankets.

“So Alfred tells me. He also said you didn’t have a fever.”

“I didn’t say I have a fever,” Dick says, scowl evident inhis voice, “I said I don’t feel good.”

“The fear toxin should be out of your system by now.”

“It is.” And it’s the truth. It just left him with a bittertaste, some things to think about.

“What you saw—are you still on edge?”

Dick ignores him.

Bruce sighs, and Dick can picture him scrubbing his handover his face. “You know that sometimes recovering from the effects can take aday or two. If that’s the case, you need to tell me.”

It’s not the gas. It has nothing to do with the gas and everything to do with Dick. And right now, Dick wants Brucenowhere near him.

“Go away.”

“Did something happen at school then? Is someone … is someone bullying you?”

Dick rolls his hidden eyes.

“Dick, just tell me what’s going on.”

“I told you: I don’t feel good.”

A rush of cold air hits him as Bruce loses his patience andrips Dick’s sheets away from him.

Dick flips over and glares at Bruce as he pulls his blanketsback over his head. Bruce looks mad. “I’m not going today. You can’t make me.”It’s childish, but today it’s true. Not even Dick could make himself go if hewanted to.

“We leave in five minutes. Put on some clothes; maybe Alfredwill fix you something to eat in the car.”

Dick does not end up going to school that morning. Bruce andAlfred talk in passionate, hushed tones in the hallway, but Dick can’t be botheredto pay attention to them. Bruce comes back in, calmer this time, going for whatDick expects to be a more sympathetic tactic. But there is no tactic. He justsays that Dick can stay home and that they’ll talk later. Dick doesn’t look athim, keeps his face shoved in his pillow so that Bruce can’t see the silenttears starting to spill onto his face.

Bruce sighs and runs his fingers through Dick’s hair beforeleaving. Once Dick is sure he’s out of earshot, he lets himself cry as loud andas hard as he can until he has no more tears left.

It’s ironic that’s he’s crying like this, because the thingis, Dick is happy. Really happy. Andit’s been making him guilty for a while now.

oOo

At 4:27, there’s a knock on his bedroom door.

“Hey, chum.”

The anger Dick was feeling earlier that morning is gone. Nowhe mostly just feels apathetic. He forces, “Hi.”

“Alfred says you haven’t moved or eaten anything since I left.”

That isn’t exactly true: Alfred kept coming in every sooften to insist he elevate and ice his knee, forcing Dick to flip onto his backeach time.

He tells none of this to Bruce. Had he been feeling better,he would’ve openly done so with a cheeky grin. Now, he just says one word witha tone of indifference: “So?”

“So, we’re concerned. I’m concerned.”

Dick just shrugs.

“How about we go for a walk on the grounds and talk for abit?” Bruce suggests. “Some light movement will be good for your knee.”

“Pass.”

“What about a pull-up contest then? If I remember correctly,you were wanting a rematch.”

There’s a very long pause. When it’s clear Dick isn’t goingto answer (and Bruce has thought of something to say), he tells Dick firmly,“You can’t stay in bed all day.”

Isn’t that what I’msupposed to say to you? “It’s been working so far.”

Bruce sighs, and the bed creaks as he sits down on themattress. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to say here, kiddo.”

Dick doesn’t know either, so he stays silent. Maybe if he’sstill and quiet enough, Bruce will leave. Maybe Dick will disappear.

“Dick, if you won’t talk to me, I can’t help you.” Bruce islosing his calm, sympathetic tone. His patience is running low, but Dick’s isrunning out faster.

“If you really wanted to help, you would leave me alone.”

“I’ll leave as soon as you tell me what’s wrong.”

Dick snaps into a sitting position, yells, “Nothing is wrong!”

Bruce’s eyes tighten as they meet Dick’s, but his tone isn’taggressive. “Clearly something iswrong, and I know whatever it is has been bothering you long before lastnight.”

“I already told you,” Dick says, and his eyes are fillingwith hot tears again. “Everything is fine. I’m happy. Don’t you get it?

Bruce reaches out, tries to grab Dick’s shoulder, but Dick putshis arms around himself and curls away. Bruce lets his hand fall back down, headmits, “I don’t follow.”

“I shouldn’t be happy!”Dick says, hands gesturing wildly to emphasize his point. “I don’t deserve it,it’s wrong.”

Bruce grabs his hands and pulls them down. “Of course youdeserve to be happy. Why would you think otherwise?”

“Because—” He debates for a second on what he should say.“Am I a bad son?”

“Where the hell is that coming from?”

“My parents are dead, Bruce, and I’m happy.” Dick tugs his hands away from Bruce’s and looks everywherebut Bruce. “Everything is great and I, I don’t miss them anymore. I mean, I do.Of course I do, but I don’t—not likeI used to. I like my life the way it is now and I don’t think I’d want it tochange.”

Bruce’s face falls as he understands what Dick is gettingat. “Dick.”

“And I’m forgetting them,” Dick continues in an almostdesperate, rambling confession. “Like, I still remember them in general, but Ican’t remember what they smelled like or what their voices sounded like or theway they moved—all the details are disappearing. And I never got to really knowthem. I only knew them as parents; I’ll never know who they actually were.”

Bruce wipes a tear from Dick’s cheek with his thumb.

“After it happened, I used to wish for them to come back,but I don’t do that anymore. It’s not that I want them dead or that I’m happy because they’re gone, it’s just—it’sjust that—"

“You’ve moved on,” Bruce finishes for him. “You went througha great loss, but you worked through it and rebuilt. That’s a good thing, Dick,and it doesn’t make you a bad son at all.”

Dick’s lip trembles as he looks up at Bruce with big eyes.“But I replaced them. I’ll have more years of you as a parent than I did withthem, you’ll make up almost all of the memories. It’s like I’m erasing theirexistence just by being here.” Here withyou.

Dick’s words hang in the air, making the room thick withtension. Dick is so lost in it that he can’t process Bruce’s voice.

“Do you think I replaced my parents with Alfred?”

“What?”

“I said: Do you think I replaced my parents with Alfred?”

“N-no.”

“Good. Because I didn’t, and neither did you. People can’tbe replaced, even if we want to replace them—which I don’t think you did. Andjust because new people come into our lives doesn’t mean we have to get rid of otherpeople to make room, dead or alive. Do you understand?”

Dick nods.

“I’ve told you that I’ve had mental health problems since I wasyoung, and they got worse during my teens.” Dick nods again. “I used to feelguilty about this kind of stuff too. Survivor’s guilt. I saw a therapist forit, and maybe it’s time to consider having you see one.”

Dick lets himself fall into Bruce’s shoulder, and Bruce holdshis head there with his hand

“You can’t grieve forever,” Bruce says quietly. “Justbecause they’re gone doesn’t mean we have to force ourselves to be miserable. Theywould want us to be happy and live our lives.”

“I don’t want to forget them,” Dick says. “I love them, andforgetting is like losing them again. What am I supposed to do if I loseeverything?”

Bruce pauses for a long moment, then rests his chin onDick’s hair. “Tell me something you do remember.”

Dick thinks for a minute, eyes going to the ceiling as hetries to focus in on something tangible. “They never made their bed. I would pointit out whenever they told me to make mine, and then my dad would say that they werejust saving it for me to do.” Dick gives a small, breathy laugh. “Then he wouldlook to my bed and stage-whisper that I clearly needed practice.”

“What else?” Bruce prompts, and Dick tries to tell himeverything.

oOo

One day after school, a few weeks after Dick’s talk withBruce, he walks into his bedroom to find a giant box sitting on his bed. Hedrops his bag on the floor and goes to open it. On the top is a card thatreads, “A celebration of John and Mary Grayson.” Inside of it, he finds journals,a few VCR tapes, photo albums, and letters. He smiles and his eyes well up withhappy tears. He shakily grabs the first photo album.

There’s a sticky note on the front that reads: Photos aretreasures in themselves, but they’re even better with context –Bruce

Dick frowns a little but flips it open anyway. As expected,he finds pages full of pictures, but each one has a little notecard explainingwhat was going on and when. There are photos ranging from when his parents wereyoung all the way up until they died. As Dick reads through the notes, herealizes just how many people Bruce must have tracked down for these. They alltook place at Haley’s or during that time, so they’re probably from people whoworked with them. Haley probably gave Bruce contact information as a startingpoint, and then maybe the Bat-computer to supplement that, but still. It musthave taken a lot of time.

The videos are all labeled, but there aren’t many and nonehave notecards like the photos. One says “Dick’s first steps,” another says“Dick’s first flight (Trapeze).” Others seem to be general family videos andfilmed trapeze routines. One is a wedding video.

The journals are more planners than journals, mostly filledwith show and training schedules. But every few months, there’s a real journalentry and update. They’re filled with both rants and excitement, and one pagehas scrawl all over it that slightly resembles the letters R-I-C-H-A-R-D. It’scircled with a note that says it was the first time Dick wrote his namecorrectly. Other pages have doodles on them, drawings that must have beenDick’s. They’re surrounded by better drawings, clearly drawn by one or both ofhis parents.

Then there are the letters. Some are notes that his parentsleft for each other in passing and then saved. Other letters are written forDick by people who knew them. They talk about good memories, what kind oftrouble they got into as kids, what kind of people they were, their hobbies andinterests outside of trapeze, and always how much they loved Dick.

There are a few other miscellaneous items in the box. Some ofit is merch from Haley’s back when the Flying Grayson first made their debut, andthen there are a few books. Most of them were used by Mary and/or Johnthemselves, but one or two are new copies of books they had loved. The rest areC.D.s and a few cassette tapes, all with notes saying who liked them and whenor what their favorite track on it was. There was one cassette tape from aRoger who said he had gone on a road trip with Dick’s parents back when theywere all teenagers. The attached tape had apparently gotten stuck in the playerand it was all they were able to listen to for the rest of the trip.

By the time he’s pulled everything out and flipped throughsome of it, two hours have passed and there are itchy lines on his cheeks werehis tears had dried. He packs his box back up and slides it under his bed forsafekeeping—it’s time to find Bruce.

Luckily, Bruce isn’t hard to find. He’s in the den with abasketball game on, but he’s looking down at his phone, probably at a news report.

Dick runs over to him, falling over the back of the couch tohug him as tight as he can. “Thank you, Bruce. I loved it.”

“Anytime, chum.” Bruce ruffles Dick’s hair. “Anytime.”

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thedukeoftrash · 5 years ago

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Remus’ Cry

This has a lot of suicide mention in it, along with suicide so I do not recommend you reading this if that is triggering for you. It is also angsty and there is a lot of unsympathetic character traits in almost all of the sides. (Also please tell me if I miss anything in the tags.)

The sides liked days like these. Where the weather was nice, the tension was gone and no arguments going on.

When the mind palace was silent and at peace for once.

But when Remus popped up in the kitchen, they all knew that was about to be gone.

The majority of them groaned in annoyance, while a few of them rolled their eyes and let out a silent sigh before he had spoken a word.

He kept a smirk on nonetheless and greeted them loudly. The only ones that responded was a nervous smile from Patton and a nod from Deceit.

Remus took a seat beside Virgil, who scooted his chair away, not bothering with being subtle. And the mustached man pretended not to notice only sending him a toothy smile that was hissed at.

A couple of minutes of silence passed, the only sounds being heard were the clinking of utensils, the soft music from Virgil’s headphones that he had around his neck and Remus’ shaking leg that he couldn’t keep still.

Remus then blurted out when the silence got too much, “Hey what if I throw myself off of a bridge into a body of water? Would I die from the impact or the drowning?” The others gave him looks of disgust and cringe.

Patton asked nervously, “Kiddo…could you not do that right now? We’re trying to eat breakfast.” He smirked back at him, making the shorter man curl in on himself and avoid eye contact. Logan glared at him while Roman gave a warning look with Virgil. Deceit just drank his coffee, staring off into space with a blank expression.

They ate mostly silently, choosing to ignore any and all comments he made. Including when he asked if they could pass over some salt and he had to reach over and grab it, knocking over Virgil’s coffee and getting shouted at for five minutes.

Patton told his gloomy son after they all finished, “You’re on dish duty today.” Virgil grumbled lowly, but got up and began collecting the dishes.

Remus jumped up. “I’ll help!”

Virgil shot him a look. “I’m good, I don’t need you making them even dirtier.”

He hesitated momentarily but gathered up the rest of the dishes and told him gleefully, “Blasphemy, wannabe emo. I can help!” Patton just gave him a helpless shrug and the darker dressed man rolled his eyes.

“Fine, just dry the dishes and don’t put anything on them. I’m watching you.”

“Ooo, kinky.” Virgil sneered back in disgust and began washing the dishes quickly, wanting to get it over with. Remus happily dried each one that he was handed roughly, ignoring the glares and quiet remarks he got.

Finally, he finished up and shoved the plates and utensils back into their designated spots, ready to bolt back into his room. Virgil knew that Patton wouldn’t be too pleased with him decking another, no matter who it was getting decked. And he was starting to lose his patience with him.

Remus then asked suddenly as he finished the last plate, “What if I just downed an entire bottle of bleach right now?”

Virgil snarked back as he walked out of the kitchen, “Do it, maybe it’ll finally shut you up.” Remus clutched the plate to his chest, never wanting to shove a drink faster down his throat then he did now.

His hands began to shake the more he thought of it and eventually he felt the plate shatter beneath his grip.

He cursed at the damn fragile plate and picked up the shards. Holding them tighter than necessary so they would bury into his skin and draw red.

He wondered how much they would hurt if he swallowed them. But didn’t get the chance when Patton found him hours later, with the shards dug into his skin.

He got a lecture before being ushered out of the kitchen by Patton who told him ‘to go clean up his wounds so they don’t get infected’. Remus knew Patton didn’t really care and just wanted him out of the way.

He spent the rest of the day in the bathroom, picking out and biting at his hands for any shards that were stuck.

Dinner was called out by their father side just as he was getting the last one out. And he hurried down to see the others sitting down already, his chair being shoved to the corner of the table where no one sat.

He pretended that they did it because they wanted him near the head of the table so they could see him better.

But lying wasn’t his forte though and just picked at his food, dropping in the occasional nasty comment just so the others didn’t entirely forget that he was there.

A movie marathon was put on afterward, each of the sides choosing a movie. He couldn’t help the giddy feeling when the others let him put his movie in the pile as well. Even if his was placed at the bottom of it.

They were halfway through a Disney movie with Roman singing along to the song, when Remus decided to speak again.

“If I tied a rope around my neck and jumped off a chair would I die from the suffocation or the neck-snapping?”

Roman snapped at him, frustrated at his brother’s continuous interruptions, “I don’t know Remus, how about you go find out?!” He just grinned back, never realizing how much worse it looked when he had to fake it.

Everyone let out a breath when he kept silent and the movie continued. But he could barely focus on the shitty Disney movie that was playing. And felt that weight return in his chest, it distracted him enough to keep his comments about the movie silent.

Hours passed by, the weight growing more and more but finally, the movies ran out and it was his turn. He grinned again, hopping up from behind the couch and ready to put it in.

But paused when the others began getting up.

He asked quickly before they could hurry off, “Wait! Where are you guys going, we still have one movie left.” He left out the part that it was his movie.

Patton quickly made up an excuse, “Sorry Remus, it’s getting pretty late and we’re all tired. Maybe another time?” He didn’t wait for an answer and was already hurrying upstairs with the others following behind.

He felt his face fall until a throat cleared beside him and he turned, almost screaming in joy when he saw Double Dee still there.

“You just going to stare or will you put the disk in?” He practically jumped from behind the couch and put the movie in, actually sitting on the couch when he got back.

He never smiled so much for something so little, and couldn’t get rid of it for the rest of the movie. Which did unnerve Deceit when the people were getting brutally slaughtered on screen, though he chose to ignore it. Not wanting to risk asking any questions that would lead to nightmares.

And when the movie was done, he gave a quick goodbye and went upstairs leaving Remus behind in the darkness.

Later the next day, Remus popped up into the library and quickly spotted the nerd sitting in a chair by a fireplace with a book in hand and a cup of tea beside him.

Logan glanced up at the sudden noise and groaned in irritation at the side’s presence.

“Make this quick Remus,” he told him before he taking a long sip that steamed up his glasses some.

Remus bounded over to him and crouched by the side of the chair, asking, “What ya reading there senpai?”

“First, never call me senpai again. And second, what do you want, stop beating around the metaphorical bush.”

Remus questioned him, “When did you learn metaphors? Deceit is that you?” He reached up to poke his cheek but Logan swatted his hand away, frustration starting to build.

He warned, “Remus, I will only repeat myself one time. What do you want?”

“How many ibuprofen could I take before I die?”

Logan slammed his book shut, now realizing his time was being wasted for no real reason. “Just take the entire damn bottle and leave me alone,” he growled at the intrusive side.

Remus flinched back, eyes widening slightly at the librarian wannabe’s glare.

Finally, he got up and sank back out without another word making the logic side let out a sigh and return to his reading.

Remus popped up in the lying side’s room. Afraid, for once, to be alone. His mind kept screaming at him but he was more terrified of it becoming silent.

His only friend would listen to him, right?

The half-snake side sat at his desk with papers scattered over it. His hat hanging on the back of the chair and his hair was messy.

Remus could tell he was stressed but didn’t know who else to turn to. Everyone else already made their opinions on the matter clear. He was hoping that one of them would be different.

And now there was only one left to ask.

“Deceit?” He asked hesitantly

He sighed heavily, barely glancing up from his desk. “Yes, Remus?”

He forced a grin, trying to stop the tears welling in his eyes. “Imagine with me, you find my body in the tub with blood and cuts running down my arms. What do you do?”

Deceit hissed at him, “Tell you to clean up your damn mess or to do it outside, I have work to do Remus! Not all of us can just sit around and waste others’ time like you!”

He felt his world crumble around him at those words. Now he knew that each side would be more then happy if he was gone.

He wondered if he would be happy too.

“Sorry, Dee,” He mumbled, making the other straighten up in shock but when he turned, Remus was grinning again. “I’ll just get out of your double dee’s now.”

Deceit scoffed, looking back at his papers. “Good, now leave me alone and find someone else to irritate.”

He couldn’t stop the water that slipped from his eyes and down his face. He sank out and back up into his own room.

The silence was unnerving, even for him. He changed out of his duke outfit, not wanting for it to get ruined, and pulled on a tank top and sweatpants.

He wanted to scream until he lost his voice. He wanted to break something. The wall, the door, his bed, his arm, his leg, his neck.

He wanted to cry.

That was stupid though. Crying was stupid. This was all stupid. Why was he even getting all mournful about this? What he was doing was a good thing, right?

All the other sides would agree with it. Maybe they would even smile.

He convinced himself over and over that what he was doing was right. Amazing even. Perhaps they would thank him for it and celebrate each year with a cake and party hats just for this day.

So why did the weight keep getting heavier and heavier in his chest? He wondered if he could be crushed from the inside out.

No, he couldn’t die from that. It was lame and pathetic. It would make the others laugh at him, not with. He needed to hurry up and stop wasting time for the others.

He locked his room for the final time. Though he was starting to wonder what the point was when none ever come by his room anyways.

How long would it take for them to notice his absence? Or would they even? Would they notice the smell before anything else? Or would they think nothing of it until it got so bad that they had to go into his room just to make it stop?

Oh well, it doesn’t matter too much. Hopefully, his rotting flesh would leave a lingering scent forever.

So they can’t forget about him entirely.

Remus wondered if he should leave a note. Most people left a note in the movies. But he didn’t know if they would even bother reading it so he decided against it.

He glanced down at the object that he had created years ago as just a fun project and sat on top of his dresser for years collecting dust and spider webs. He rubbed eyes violently, attempting to clear them up from the tears blurring them before reaching over and taking it in a shaky hand.

Wiping the dust away with the tears that fell onto the metal and placed a finger on the trigger.

Hopefully, it wouldn’t interrupt the others too much with the noise.

Downstairs the sides sat in the living room, hours have passed by since any have seen the rat. All of them remained in a peaceful silence as they enjoyed one another’s presence. Each of them hoping the rest of the day would remain that way.

But a loud bang rang through the house, interrupting the silence momentarily. Virgil stiffened up and look around at the others who barely seemed bothered by it.

“Did any of you hear that?”

Logan replied as he turned to the next page, “Probably just Remus, it’s best if we pretend we didn’t hear it.” Virgil nodded, sinking back into the couch.

“Yeah, you’re right. Hey Patton what were we thinking for dinner?”

Patton brightened up as he spoke, “Well I was thinking we could go out on a picnic as a family, just the five of us.”

Roman continued with a bright smile, “Sounds amazing padre, we shall have it in the imagination. I’ve been wanting to show you all the light show I’ve been working on!”

Deceit replied, his eyes remaining closed as he laid on the couch, “I’ll only come if you don’t freeze the place like last time, I would prefer not passing out again.”

Roman rolled his eyes with a loud sigh. “You’re overreacting, but fine I’ll turn the heat up some. Happy?” He got flipped off before Patton could catch it and Virgil couldn’t help the snicker.

Logan smiled softly at their antics. “Alright, well I’ll be bringing along my telescope, do you plan on bringing out the constellations Roman?” He got a nod which made his eyes light up in glee. “Wonderous news, I can’t wait.”

The silence returned again, letting them imagine how the night would go. But in the silence, Virgil began to notice the small pit in his stomach and felt like something was wrong.

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firebirdsdaughter · 6 years ago

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Quick, while the ibuprofen kicks in!...

... Zi-O 20 raw!

In no order:

Are the Wozes gonna be switching off for the recaps now?

Okay. Why has my computer managed to learn Geiz, Tsukuyomi, and Sougo’s names but not the word ‘the.’ So every time I mistype it as ‘teh’ I have to go back and fix it?

I’ve already watched this once, Kuro Woz, I know you’re lying to me. Or maybe it’s just your wishful thinking.

Sougo needs to learn that Geiz’s main method of tacit communication is punching things.

Geiz’s eternal war against having feelings. The boy is losing.

Honestly, though, he’s probably also got some pent up aggression right now, and Hiromu was being so obnoxious I’m not surprised someone as intense as Geiz would want to punch him at some point.

Sougo has come to the conclusion that if he just yells Kuro Woz will show up. And honestly, Kuro Woz has yet to prove him wrong, so...

Shiro Woz is conveniently in suit during this whole opening so that Keisuke doesn’t have to change costumes too quickly.

JK I know scenes are often filmed out of order to make things like this easier.

Congrats, Kuro Woz, you’ve been promoted from Another Rider detector to teleportation service!

Were Ora’s fingernails painted before?

God, I hate Shiro Woz’s laugh.

But on the bright side (literally) my precious tsundere child is so pretty and I love him! He looks so sad here I wanna give him a hug... ^^

While I listen to the theme. Fun fact is that the image translator I use for the mandarin/Japanese subs (there’s both on the versions I watch) periodically translates random words into things like ‘kiss’ and ‘hold’ and other romantic-esque stuff. It literally at one point translated one of Geiz’s lines to Sougo as ‘I want to kiss you’ it was hilarious. The fact that it just does it completely randomly sometimes.

Anyway, Hiromu’s a good actor. Like... His movements are all really fluid and he comes across and really confident? I dunno. I like it.

Geiz is moping around outside, and Tsukuyomi literally just made a ‘really?’ face at him. XD

He’s too embarrassed to come inside, bc that might make him have feelings, so he’s hiding outside pretending he’s angry.

You know Geiz trusts you when he’s willing to at least sort of admit to having feelings around you. This is super cute, actually. I wanna more about the history w/ these two as well... Also him worrying about what Sougo is gonna do is so cute. You do care.

Geiz and Tsukuyomi on their own is really interesting, though. He's much less guarded around her, and she obviously knows him very well.

OH MY GOD. YOU CAN SEE IT. YOU CAN SEE THE EXACT MOMENT HE GETS THE IDEA.

Also this ep was literally Geiz playing Shiro Woz and I love it.

Ya know, I was kind of hoping we’d get some info on Tsukuyomi’s past with this... After all, she’s the other member of the cast we can almost certainly confirm has dad-angst. Admittedly, that’s probably more related to dad getting dusted by Puma Zi-O after pushing her to safety, but...

Come to think of it... Why hasn’t that ever been brought up? Like ‘yes, Sougo, I know you want to be a good overlord and all, but in the future you literally killed my father, can we discuss this?’

Geiz is looking sadly at children playing w/ their parents and I want an explanation.

Apparently he’s here to see Shiro Woz. ... Why is Shiro Woz hanging out at a playground, that’s creepy.

Though the translation was apparently ‘contact.’ But then... How did he contact him?

Geiz just looks so very tired right now. That would definitely be my response to this bastard.

What the hell does Oct-Sox mean? What the hell is Sox?

They’re all so cute though, it’s unfair.

Oh, wow. He goes right at Sougo. That was super obvious.

Geiz is like ‘oh my god, just go already, I only have so much pent up aggression I can throw at this oaf, he’s too cute and I’m kinda fond of him at this point.’

That’s something I kinda wanna write at some point. Like, the fact that Sougo is just so tiny and adorable that he’s like a puppy that makes people instinctively feel the need to protect him or something. And Geiz is just like ‘no what the fuck.’ That was a bad explanation, hopefully it got across.

I’m getting the implication that the Ride Watches have turned into ‘whoever grabs it first from the holder’ and that is bloody hilarious to me.

Okay, so he deHenshins him, but... Sougo isn’t actually that injured. He’s fine, he gets back up and fights later. Geiz actually did him better than Sougo did him during the OOOs thing.

Sougo is picking on Woz again. Woz is literally like ‘you do this every time’ and Sougo looks so proud of himself. This is so funny.

Woz is trying to tell Sougo what to do, and Sougo is like ‘nope.’ And Tsukuyomi’s like ‘please do kill anyone.’

Like I said, this whole ep is Geiz playing Shiro Woz and I support this endeavour.

I love how Tsukuyomi clearly knew very well that Geiz was way softer than he was trying to act, bc she’s straight up giggling at Sougo asking her the same thing. Like, I’m sure she is worried about how this well turn out, but she knows both her boys are going at it w/ good intentions.

Also the fact that they both turned to Tsukuyomi. She’s their glue and they know it. It’s like that line from Harry Potter ‘We won’t make it ten steps without her!’

Aw, Sougo’s so happy to know that Geiz was worrying about it, too. XD

I think she’s noting that originally, Geiz wouldn’t have cared what Sougo would do. And that’s true and it’s cute and I love it.

Sougo just figured it out.

I love how Geiz pauses in front of the door, for some reason.

He literally uses Shiro Woz to get around Ora’s time freeze. I don’t know if he thought that far ahead in the moment from the beginning of the ep, or if that was what he was asking Shiro Woz about before, but that’s freaking brilliant.

Also, it’s totally the feathers. Is there a time bird?

The fact that Shiro Woz is hiding by the air conditioner units writing in his Nook is bloody hilarious to me.

The wild Hiromu is confused.

Geiz is like ‘hell no, I just attacked you guys before so that the asshole in the beret would believe me enough to negate Ora’s timestop’

Shiro Woz here, to ruin everything. Shut up dude, Geiz isn’t sure he wants to do it that way anymore.

Also, side note, the image translator did it as ‘Your mission is to defeat the ostrich.’ And now. I can’t.

It’s interesting how, even though they both wave their arms around, the Wozes are different. Kuro Woz is very stationary w/ his arm waving, while Shiro Woz’s body often follows his arms and does weird noodle motions.

Sougo showing up to back Geiz up. *clutches at my chest and cries bc cuties*

Geiz is mortified at having been caught having and acting on feelings, especially by Sougo.

Okay, so these room shots are nice and dramatic, and everyone looks quite well, but... Where the devil are they? What is this place? I know I joked about air conditioners but that was a joke I don’t actually see any.

He’ so embarrassed, oh my god. I love my tsundere baby so much.

Hiromu’s like ‘holy shit, dude.’

Still would like to point out that Geiz clearly went way easier on Sougo during the ‘fake fight’ thing than Sougo went on him during was was allegedly a fake fight. Though, I will absolutely grant that those had slightly different circumstances. But still.

The only valid things about Shiro Woz is his suit, his henshin (which I still unfortunately love) and the fact that Keisuke seems to be having a great time playing him. That’s it.

I feel like it should be meaningful that Sougo’s breaking out the Double Armour for this. Ya know, the show about partners and their unbreakable trust in each other. Or maybe I’m reading too much into everything. Probably the second one.

I think they changed the effects of Hiromu’s Rider Kick?

A for effort Sougo. But we can’t be beating the tertiary Rider just yet.

‘Who are you?’ ‘I am... Red Buster! No! Wait! Shit! Wrong show again!’

Okay, so he’s just like ‘it’s your mother,’ but... How does he know who his mother is? Has he already met her? How old is Hiromu? My first guess is in his twenties, but hat doesn’t confirm anything. I’m assuming this will be made clear once this is subbed, and the main issue is my not knowing any Japanese and the clunkiness of online translators.

Hiromu thanks Geiz and Geiz’s response it to immediately look away awkwardly. I love him.

Shiro Woz just straight up backhanded Geiz and that is extremely rude. Also let go of Hiromu you meanie.

Shiro Woz has already cottoned on to the fact that Geiz is too good to do what he wants. This is bad.

Geiz why would you take something this guy hands you? Though it’s also freaking adorable how his first reaction is to try and hand it back to Hiromu.

Also, Shiro Woz looking minority offended at Geiz’s first response being trying to give it back.

Also all three of them are still wearing their Drivers and this is somehow hilarious to me.

Aw, Hiromu smile! So sweet! Your hat is still dumb, though, sorry. XD

I am not comfortable w/ the weird electric Watch shock or Shiro Woz at all. I strongly suspect that he’s gonna try and force Geiz to do what he wants at some point.

Doesn’t Geiz Revive have two forms? That looked like only one of them... Maybe him getting the other alters time again? Hmm... Be really cute is he got mind controlled into using one form and then achieves the other by breaking out of it?

Well, Sougo’s clearly at least slightly worried. I’d be freaking out. But I guess at this point this kid might have hit his ‘weird’ quota.

Okay, I think he’s saying something about ‘You have to defeat the Overlord, so you can’t have feelings for/about/care about him’ something like that. Too late loser. Though I can see Geiz trying (and failing) to distance himself just in case, not bc he wants to, but bc he’s scared of actually being hurt if he does have to do it. Did that make any sense?

Hiromu is literally like ‘holy hell, are you okay?’ but also like ‘I... don’t know what I can do if you’re not and now I really don’t wanna cross this guy... Don’t have much choice...’ Like, him looking back in concern was really sweet.

My melodramatic, friendship etc. obsessed side is like ‘Nooooo! Sougo, why didn’t you go after him!’ but my logical half is like ‘oh, gee, I don’t know, maybe the unconscious man on the ground, probably in need of a hospital?’

Tsukuyomi’s outfit was cute again this ep, and I wish I could’ve seen more of it.

Still really hoping Sougo at least tried to look for Geiz. Like, he’s very valid in being super down at the end there after that weird shit, but I really wanna know he at least tried. Like he probably did have to get home, but he must’ve had time to at least try to look...

Apparently, nobody questions why it looks like Kuro Woz just came from upstairs.

Any conversation about what just happened is prevented by Junichiro’s appearance! Man, of all the times, Oji-san.

Also Kuro Woz just ‘ya’d again. That was it. That was all he said.

Kuro Woz just whips out the Zi-O power up and hands it to Junichiro. Like... Why? What is going on here? Sure, Junichiro is acting like he doesn’t recognise it, and maybe he doesn’t. But maybe he also is the one who originally made the Ride Watches, in the past or the future?

Also, Kuro Woz, did you have that the whole damn time?

Maybe Another Ryuuga is the mirror world version of Shinji? And that was why he was creepy smiling? Bc that smile was creepy!

Sougo has to fight his mirror self, it seems. Also, looks like the boys are back together. So either they found Geiz, or he got home on his own. Hoping there’s a ‘we were so worried about you’ scene. I’m also hoping that one day, Sougo, like, hugs Geiz, and Geiz freaks out and is like ‘is this an attack? Am I being attacked?’ and Tsukuyomi’s just like ‘no you nincompoop it’s a hug I know you’ve been hugged before you big baby.’ What? I have absolutely not imagined something like this/already put it into a scene. Sort of. Too bad that at this rate, no one will ever see it.

Also, does mirror Sougo mean Geiz is going to finally have a go at ‘Guess Which is Which?’ Bc I would love there being a time where that happens and he nails it, and then tries to pretend his knowledge of Sougo/ability to tell the difference was not sentimental at all.

Oh, my god. Like that episode of Gekiranger, where Retsu got switched w/ a mirror monster and only Gou noticed? Like, Sougo gets replaced by something, but Geiz, Tsukuyomi, and even Junichiro notice? It would be so cute!

I used the word cute a lot in this post, didn’t I...

Alright, well, that’s all for now. Virtual shortbread for anyone who read my nonsensical ramblings all the way down here.

The tea and the shirts remain on standby if necessary.

Which is not gonna make sense to anyone who didn’t see that one dumb post I made ages ago. XD

Oh, right. And my fave image translator moment from this ep:

I can totally imagine Shiro Woz saying this.

#Kamen Rider Zi-O #Firebird Rambles #literally #pretty sure half of this makes no sense #Zi-O Spoilers #have I mentioned I love Geiz?#my precious tsundere son #long post #anyway #that's all for now folks #Timey Wimey Rider

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ilovehighhats · 6 years ago

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Facets of Perfection, ch. 13

What a delay, huh? Work is cruel this year, don’t let me start on that.

Well, on with the story!

On Monday Victoria woke up to a soft tune from her cell phone, and an echo of a whooping cough. She sighed heavily, turning in her bed, already dreading the talk that was in store for her.

There was no denying the fact that Selina had the flu. Of course, she insisted it was nothing, just a simple cold, just an ordinary infection that would clear with some ibuprofen. No one believed her, and it turned out impossible to force her to stay home.

Victoria had a stern talk with Bruce, under the guise of helping Cassie attach ribbons to the candy glass ornaments. She chastised him for not pressuring Selina enough to make her skip work. He argued that they were putting in extra hours only for the few days before Christmas, and then they planned to take two weeks off to spend some quality family time.

It sounded weak to Vic’s ears, but Bruce seemed sanguine that all would work out the way he had planned.

In the end, they all went their separate ways as was scheduled - Waynes drove to work in separate cars, Vic and Bane took the kids to school in the jeep.

After leaving Cassie and Tim with the teachers, and fending another onslaught of admiration towards Bane (this time there was some sneaky touching), Vic persuaded him to go shopping earlier than last week. She planned on doing some chores and ambushing Selina in the evening to make her stay home until the end of the week.

They pulled up to the supermarket parking lot, and chatted amiably strolling through the aisles.

“What do you say, mac’n’cheese for dinner tonight?” Victoria asked, reading the label on a chunk of Red Leister.

“Why not. Just add some protein,” Bane said, pushing the cart lazily, his eyes gliding over rows of products before him.

“Oh, protein…” Victoria chuckled, drawing the last word out like a haunting moan. “Is chicken breast okay?”

“It’s acceptable, yes.” Bane nodded, unshaken with her teasing. “You wouldn’t want it to be too fat.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Someone told me lately I could use some more cushioning around my bones.”

“Are you this easily affected by other people?”

“Not usually,” she said. Then she turned around to face him and spread her arms. “Only if the affecting party seems reasonable in his comments.”

“I may have been rash in my initial assessment,” Bane admitted begrudgingly.

“And what made you change your mind?” Vic asked, bending over to get a bag of peas from the freezer. She grinned, when there was a soft chuckle behind her. She did put on an especially tight pair of jeans this morning, and she exchanged her coat for a short jacket.

“You can be very… Persuasive.” Bane admitted. “I hope you know where you're going with this.”

The peas thunked wetly on the bottom of the cart when Vic carelessly threw them in.

“Do you think I have a plan?” She asked, grinning up insolently at Bane.

“Don’t you?”

Her head shook the fringe falling down over her eyes. Vic impatiently brushed it away before she turned around to lead the way.

“I don’t like planning,” she threw over her shoulder.

“I see.”

“You’re a man of lists and schedules, right?”

“As much as any other guy,” Bane murmured, checking something on his phone.

Victoria climbed on her tiptoes and peeked over his arm. There was a grocery list on the screen.

“You don’t say.” Her laugh was warm and lacked the usual undertone of ridicule she used towards him. “Tell me, do you have me on any of those checklists?”

Bane stared at her blankly, his cheeks getting pinkish by the minute.

Victoria’s eyebrows rose up in astonishment.

“You know, the truce thing? I was supposed to help you. You have to tell me when you’ll need my assistance.”

“That. Right. Of course,” Bane said and cleared his throat.

“You know, if you want to use me, go ahead. I just want a head’s up.”

The card stopped abruptly in the middle of an aisle.

When Victoria turned back Bane was immersed in reading the instructions on a package of hot chocolate.

“Well?”

“I’ll tell you when the time comes.”

“Suit yourself,” she said, an enigmatic smile on her face.

They barely spoke after that, but Bane could feer Vic’s eyes on him when he chatted with the staff over the counter of deli display and st the till.

The gears of his mind worked overtime, unnoticeable to everyone around.

When they finished he put the bags in the trunk and closed the lid. Then he froze for a moment, staring into the distance.

The gears screeched to a halt, then picked up their work, the speed twice as fast as before.

“What are you looking at?” Victoria approached him from behind.

“Nothing in particular,” Bane lied.

“Huh. Oh look, there’s the motel. You think you’d be staying there if Sel and Bruce didn’t take you in?”

“Probably.”

“Lucky you.” She laughed and slid onto the passenger seat.

“Indeed,” Bane muttered to himself.

Perhaps he should get a room there… Just in case.

oOo

The day passed without any problems.

Bane fed the kids when they were brought back home, then he played with them and Ace in the yard. While they built a snowman Victoria dusted the ground floor to the tune of Christmas songs.

Selina came from work drained and with a fever, so Vic packed her into bed to rest. Shortly after that Bruce also returned, drained and sniffling, and swapped with Bane, allowing the guest to get to his evening workout on schedule.

Victoria busied herself in the kitchen, humming together with Dean Martin, enchanting snow to keep falling. And it did, fat, fluffy flakes falling down elegantly in the still air, hushing everything in sight and thickening the cover of white on the roofs.

With the dinner cooking in the oven and kids playing under Bruce’s sleepy eye in the living room, Victoria only had to notify Bane that the meal would soon be ready.

She went out to the backyard without a jacket or a scarf, only in old sneakers she left by the kitchen door just in case of something like that. A quick jog towards the garage and back. Because that’s exactly what she had in mind. Just get there like she did the day before, say her piece and get back.

She really didn't mean to be a creep. Never before had she noticed any voyeuristic inclinations in herself.

But the moment she glimpsed Bane’s body through the little window by the garage door her feet refused to move further.

She watched him, transfixed, indifferent towards the snow softly landing on her hair and clothes.

Contrary to yesterday’s workout, tonight Bane was shirtless. His skin glistened slightly with perspiration, the moist gleam bringing out the shape of muscles working as he moved. They were emphasized as it was, but now, bunched up to perform the exercise, they gave him an appearance of a machine made of sinew and flesh. Like clockwork, he slowly squatted low and shot up quickly to his full height, enormous thighs propelling him up seemingly without effort. His back was ramrod straight, the deep valley of his spine marred only with a thick rope of scar tissue. Victoria focused on the proud way he held his chest forward, as he moved from the rack towards another bar waiting on the floor beside him.

Nonchalantly, he drank something from an opaque bottle, throwing his head back a bit. The dimples at his shoulder blades made her mind numb.

Victoria’s mouth watered. Vaguely, she realized she should have felt cold from standing motionless in the yard.

But then, Bane loaded the bar and bent down to pull it up, and all thoughts flew out of Vic's head. She noticed the weight itself and marvelled at the ease with which he yanked the load off the ground. His arms looked like tree trunks, thickened with the muscles straining to carry the enormous load he held.

Apparently few reps of that were enough because he sat down then and looked at his phone.

Vic realized he was probably nearly done, and what’s worse - he soon would be going back home. Her friendly idea to give him a head’s up before dinner backfired splendidly, but no one but her needed to know. She just had to get back home before he did.

It wasn’t easy to just go, because he soon straightened and started on his pull-ups.

Victoria forcibly made herself turn on her heel and started towards the kitchen door. She was restless, grinning stupidly and still a bit flushed from watching Bane.

She figured two turns around the backyard should help her blood to cool down, and get her back home just in time to avoid meeting the man himself before dinner. So, she set on walking around, her pace brisk and purposeful.

Every step was straightening her resolve. She was not into big man-apes. She was not into walls of muscles and brute strength. She was definitely not into piercing eyes and steely gaze. Nope. Not at all. Her type was set from the high school. An artist and intellectual, sophisticated and elegant. Muscles and cargo pants didn't fit that description, not one bit.

She found herself before the kitchen door, but couldn't get in. Whenever she breathed she remembered the way Bane gulped in a big breath and braced before coming down and up from a squat. Or she thought of the flex of his biceps when he pulled himself up on bars protruding from the lifting station, all terrifying three hundred fifty pounds of him moving towards the ceiling and down as if it was nothing.

This was no use. She groaned and pressed the balls of her hands into her eyes. If only it would be possible to wipe out the things she saw!

“Are you in pain?”

The mocking lilt in Bane’s voice didn’t let a room to doubt of his intentions. He was making fun of her. Did he know she was watching him exercise?

His face was unreadable when Vic twisted around to answer him.

“I’m fine, thank you. Something got into my eye.”

“I see.”

There was an intensity in his eyes, something primal and threatening. That one short sentence was enough to make Vic take a step back.

Bane followed, keeping the distance between them uncomfortably small.

“Are you in a habit of standing alone in the yard at night?”

She scoffed but took another step towards the door.

“It’s barely an evening.”

“It’s dark.”

Was there… Huskiness in his voice?

“What, are you dangerous?” Vic tried to make light of what he implied.

It didn't work out too well. He took another step towards her, forcing her to flatten her back against the wall of the house if she wanted to avoid actual skin contact with him. Her palms flattened on the rough panelling.

She shivered when he replied.

“Extremely.”

One word. It was all he needed to do, just say one word, hiss it out actually, to make her dizzy. In an instant the effervescent thrill of desire coursed through Vic's blood. Her brain disconnected from her mouth apparently, because next thing she said was,

“Can I touch them?”

That visibly confused Bane. To be fair, Vic looked surprised by her own question as well.

“Them?” Bane asked.

“Your biceps. I used to read about muscles being as stiff as stones, watched dozens of statues, but it always seemed like an exaggeration. So, you’re the best specimen I ever met to test that theory. I think. May I touch?”

Bane actually smiled. He smacked his lips as if he wanted to say something, but eventually licked his bottom lip and bit on it for a little while. And grinned with an obnoxious amount of satisfaction.

Vic spaced out. That mouth was in itself too beautiful to be on someone this brutish and burly. It did belong on a statue of a Greek god or something.

“Go on,” he said eventually.

“Oh, okay,” Vic breathed out.

Her hand reached up, but she hesitated just before she touched his skin. Waves of heat radiated off him, and she felt her cheeks getting warmer. His arm was shrouded by a black shirt that clung to his body. Shamelessly close to his body. It was the only thing between his skin and hers. The only thing keeping his power contained, so to speak.

The second Vic’s fingers touched Bane's body he tightened his palms into fists and swallowed. She traced the outline of his bicep with just her fingertips at first. But then she pressed her whole palm and fingers hard into his flesh. The muscle was taut and hard, even when relaxed. It wasn’t exactly like a rock. Warm skin moving over the ball of pure power resting just beneath it. She had to slide a bit closer and use the weight of her body to test the extent of its rigidness.

“Oh. God,” she moaned out with the effort. And then she repeated it, more breathlessly, when he flexed the muscle right under her palm. It was solid, unyielding, and radiated heat. So incredibly hot it made Vic feel bothered, like a ball of fire was slowly smouldering in her belly.

“I've got some other stiff muscles that would make you say that,” Bane grunted with a grin.

“Oh! God!”

It was all she could say before she ran off back into the house, giggling like a teenager.

Bane chuckled. It was stupid, but he enjoyed himself immensely.

"Really, Bane?"

Bruce's silhouette emerged from the darkness of the front yard, Ace at his side.

The mercenary looked at him dispassionately.

"Out of respect for my children and this home... Don't do anything… risky in here."

"I wouldn't."

"Good."

Wayne gestured towards the dog, giving him the signal to run loose.

"I like your kids." Bane said begrudgingly. "I wish for them to stay innocent as long as possible."

"I understand." There was a minute pause, a shift in the atmosphere. "Look, the results should be back before Christmas. Whatever they say, Sel and I want you to stay until New Years."

"Thank you."

"Any word on the assignment?"

"Not yet." Banes' mouth quirked up in one corner. "Are you getting impatient, Wayne?"

"Selina. She wants to act."

"She relinquished her rights to do that."

"I know. She knows. Still..."

"You have a responsibility towards the children."

"I know. I don't want them to suffer through what we had to go through."

"Remember that."

"Every day of my life I remember how my childhood looked."

Bane bit his tongue, swallowing what he wanted to say. There was no need to compare which of them suffered more. The only thing that mattered now, was to protect what was built upon all the ruin.

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Genius (Chapter 4)

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Warning(s): FLUFFY STUFF

Summary: The reader gets a lat night call from Rick, asking her to come to Alexandria to pick up supplies that they have for you. Afterwards, you spend a little quality time with Carl Grimes.

The comforter on your bed covered your entire body, engulfing you in a cave of darkness. You were scrunched up in the fetal position, cradling yourself. A familiar voice rang through the walkie talkie that sat nestled on the pillow next to your head, relaxing you and pulling you towards the familiar feeling of slumber. Carl and you had done another one of your late night chats, that time with Carl talking to you continuously about the comic books that he used to read as a kid and how they will never create anymore volumes.

“...and they left the last one on a cliffhanger, so now we won’t get to see what happens to Sergeant Drake.” Carl sighed and the walkie went silent.

Your eyelids were like weights on your eyes, lowering halfway before you lifted them all the way. The process repeated itself over and over again.

“(Y/N)? You there?”

You jolted up, forcing your eyes open and grabbing the walkie talkie. You pressed the red button on the side of it. “Sorry! Sorry! I was dozing off! I’m awake. I was listening!”

When you removed your finger, you could hear Carl chuckling. You ran your hand tiredly down your face and shook your head.

“I bet you weren’t.” Carl retorted.

“I was, I was,” You reassured him, laying back down in the same spot as you had been before, placing your covers back over your head.

“Prove it. What was the last thing that I said?” Carl asked with a smirk clearly on his lips.

“Um…” You trailed and ran your tongue over your bottom lip. “Something about not finding out what happens to Sergeant...something-or-another.”

Carl chuckled. “Close enough.” He said.

You gave a nod. “Well, if...if you’re so worried about what happens to him, then what we can do is make our own stories about him.”

Carl’s side of the line was silent before you heard him speak, a little frantically than before. “That’s the best idea that you ever had!” His voice was hush but still excited.

“Really?” You yawned. “I thought my mustard and cheese sandwich with guacamole idea was pretty good.”

“That’s just gross, (Y/N).” Carl chuckled lightly. “No one would ever eat that.”

“I would!” You replied.

“Would you?”

You hesitated. “Probably...probably not.”

“That’s what I thought.” Carl said.

A smile appeared on your lips. You chuckled deeply and tiredly. After a long yawn, you were planning on telling Carl that you needed to retire for the night. However, a different voice came over the walkie talkie before you had a chance to do so.

“(Y/N),” The familiar gruff voice made your brows raise. “It’s Rick. We got some stuff for you that you might want. Would you be able to pick it up tomorrow?”

“Ugh…” You answered. “Sure. I can come by tomorrow afternoon.”

“Good.” Rick said. There was an eerie and awkward silence on the other end of the walkie before Rick spoke one last time. “Go to bed (y/n).”

A blush fell upon your face. “Yes, sir.” You said.

You settled yourself correctly in the bed, covering all but your head, and leaned your head against the pillow. You expected the conversation with Carl to be over, but, soon, Carl spoke up again. You sighed lightly.

“Sorry about that (Y/N).” He said.

You chuckled and pressed the button. “That’s alright.”

“I should probably get to bed, but I’ll see you tomorrow!” Carl said excitedly.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Carl. Goodnight.” A smile was on your face.

“Goodnight.”

You kept the walkie talkie on, but placed it on the nightstand beside the bed. Afterwards, you curled into a ball in your bed, closing your eyes. Your mind had already started to shut down for the night, causing you to fall asleep almost as soon as you hit the pillow. It was as if slumber had hit you like a freight train.

In the morning, you awoke with a headache. It was then that you vowed that you would never stay up as late as you had the night before - even though you knew that you would break your own promise if it meant being able to talk to Carl. You used ibuprofen and coffee to take the headache away. It began to fade thirty minutes after your personal treatment.

As the sun was settling itself in the center of the sky, you got into your SUV and made your way to Alexandria, the sunglasses resting on the bridge of your nose. Your right hand was resting on the top of the steering wheel while your left arm rested on the open window that allowed the summer breeze to flow through your locks. As you drove, you wondered what the Alexandrians could have collected for you. It could have been food, medicine, some elaborate chemicals that they found while searching an abandoned science facility - you could only dream - or some items you could use for reinforcement.

However, as you were thinking about the many objects that you could receive, you found yourself thinking about Carl. Not about the times that the two of you have spent together or things that you could do with him while you were visiting Alexandria. No, you were thinking about the color of his eye. The beautiful mixture of blue and green that sparkled whenever it was exposed to the sun made your heart skip…

You shook your head. Why were you thinking about his eye color? It was completely irrelevant to the task at hand. You cleared your mind and tried to focus on driving. There was silence in the car.

His hair is a nice shade, you thought.

You shook your head, cursing at yourself and forbidding it from saying anything else. Again, silence.

But his hugs are warm.

“Shut up.” You growled, placing both hands on the wheel angrily, clenching it so tightly that your knuckles turned white.

He feels really strong.

“Shut up.”

Have you ever noticed his lips?

You growled. “Shut up.”

You know you’re just arguing with your own train of thought, right?

“I know!” You shouted, frustrated at yourself. A world wide genius cannot take her mind off a boy. Yeah, that’s all he was. A stupid boy.

A stupid boy with a really nice smile.

You nodded and shrugged. You had a point. A sigh fell from your lips. Your attempts were futile. The entire ride to Alexandria, you couldn’t help but think of Carl.

Rosita was on watch that day - if you remembered her name correctly. She was the one with the serious, revengeful look in her eye. She was the one that didn’t seem to trust anyone, let alone new people. In fact, you had a feeling that she hated you. It was just a gut feeling and, normally, your gut feelings are rather strong and accurate. You stayed as far away from her as you possibly could, only staying with the people that you trusted fully and who appreciated you for your personality and your skills.

Carl…

“Shut up!” You growled out between clenched teeth, shaking your head. Once you got to the gate, you stuck your head out the window. “Rosita!” You called. “Can you please open the gate?”

Wordlessly, she gave you a nod and got down from the post. She quickly made her way to the gate and opened it up far enough for your SUV to fit through. You inched your way inside and parked within the walls. Rosita closed the gates and made her way back to the platform. When you got out, you looked at her.

“Thanks,” You called out, waving a hand in her direction.

Rosita glanced back at you and gave you a nod in response. When she turned back around, you rolled your eyes. Instinctively, you made your way over to the Grimes’ residence.

“Hey (Y/N),” You heard and looked up, watching as Tara passed you.

You smiled. “Hey Tara.” You waved at her.

The Grimes’ residence was two doors down and, from your view in the street, you could already see Carl in the living room with Rick. Rick seemed to be sorting through a box of some sort - you were certain it was the one he called you down for - and Carl was holding Judith. A smile made its way onto your lips.

He’s such a good big brother

The smile then vanished and you sighed.

I wonder how good he would be with children.

“That’s a little too much.” You mumbled as you walked onto the porch and knocked on the door.

I know you want to know.

“No, I don’t.” Your cheeks turned into a bright shade of pink. Your voice was extremely quiet, almost on the verge of being undetectable.

He is a good big brother though.

“I won’t deny that.”

Just as you finished mumbling the words, the door opened. Carl stood there, hair pushed back behind his ears and a wide smile on his face once he saw it was you. “Hey.” He said as he walked close to you, hugging you.

You beamed, wrapping your arms around him. “Hey.” You greeted as he pulled away. “It’s great to see you.”

“It’s great to see you too! Come on in!” He gestured for you to go inside.

You blushed again. “Such a gentleman.” You commented and strolled in the house, going to the living room.

Judith sat on the floor, playing with different toys than she was three days ago. Rick glanced up at you.

“Hey,” He said with a small nod. “Come here. I wanna show you what we got.”

“Ooo,” You smiled, raising your shoulders. “You’re making me all excited Rick.” You walked over to the couch and stared into the box.

Rick rolled his eyes and looked into the box. “We found some unmarked medicine, syringes, we put some food in there that we found, soap, clothes-”

“Where did you get the clothes?” You asked, furrowing your brows.

“Maggie had some and decided to give some to us because they were just collecting dust.”

“Remind me again...Maggie is….Hill….top...lady?” You asked with a very uneasy tone.

“Yes.”

“Okay, good.”

Rick gave you a brief description of the other members of his group that were spread out to different communities. There was Carol and Morgan at the Kingdom and Maggie at the Hilltop. However, you hadn’t had the chance to meet any of the people in the other groups that had joined the cause of fighting against the Saviors.

“Michonne also thought they would be good for you.” Rick said with a shrug.

“I’ll have to take a look at them when I get home.” You assured him. “Is that it?”

Rick nodded. “That should be it. I thought you would like the medications mostly.”

You nodded. “I do.” You said with a smile. “Thank you.” You said and picked up the box. “I’ll just put this in my car and-” You began to make your way out of the house.

Carl stopped in your path, holding up his hands slightly. “Wait, you’re not leaving already, are you?” He asked.

You frowned and shook your head. “No.” You said. “I was, actually hoping that I could stay for a little way.” You looked at Carl, then Rick, then back at Carl. “Nothing professional. Just to...stick around. It beats being lonely at the hospital all day. If...that’s alright with you, Rick.”

“Why would I have a problem with it? You’re welcome here anytime.” Rick nodded.

You smiled. “Well, thanks. That settles it, then. I’m staying for a while.” You said.

“Great,” Carl said, smiling widely. “Because I was hoping that we could, um, hang out.”

A pink tinge appeared on your cheeks. “Yeah.” You said. “That sounds great.”

“Great….” Carl nodded awkwardly. “W-Well, let me take that to your car for you.” He said and walked closer to you, grabbing the box from your arms.

You blushed as you felt his fingers grazing against your arms and hands. Your heart raced slightly and you cursed yourself mentally. “Thank you.” You said. “Come on,”

With a small nod towards Rick, you made your way out of the house with Carl carrying the box right next to you. As you and him walked down the street, your hands were cupped in front of you.

“So what do you want to do?” You asked.

“Um...I was just thinking we could go somewhere. Talk. Maybe the church?”

“Church? I’ve never seen the inside of your church.”

“Oh, well, the belltower has a nice view of Alexandria.”

“Alright, we’ll go up there to talk.” You giggled and opened up the back door. Carl put the box inside of the car and you closed the door.

“Here,” Carl said and grabbed your hand gently. “Let’s go.”

You and Carl turned, walking down the road to the church. You could see the belltower in the distance. It was beautiful, tall, and white. A wicked smile appeared on your face as you pulled your hand away from Carl’s.

“I’ll race you!” You said with an enthusiastic tone and darted down the road.

Carl raised his brows and smiled. “Hey!” He called after you and began running after you.

The adrenaline of the race made you all giddy, a smile appearing on your face and laughs falling from your lips. Carl, being taller than you, caught up to you pretty quickly. You still kept a decent lead until you neared the entrance. As you were about to step through the doors, long arms wrapped themselves around your waist, pulling you back until your back was pressed flush against the front of Carl’s body. You raised your brows as he twirled you around and ran into the door. You rushed in after him. You were panting slightly while he seemed absolutely unphased by the run.

“Hey!” You poked at his chest playfully. “That wasn’t fair.”

“Fair is fair.” He smiled.

You grumbled and crossed your arms. “Not fair.” You pouted.

Carl chuckled, chest rumbling. He poked your cheek and you swatted his hand away, giggling. “Come here,” He said. “Let’s go.” Again, he grabbed your hand gently and led you deeper inside the church.

It wasn’t that difficult to get to the belltower. You and Carl just had to trek down a dark hallway and climb up a ladder. The view, however, was absolutely stunning. Alexandria looked rather large from where you were. The luscious green tops of the trees beyond the fence were bright and full of life. You smiled.

“It looks really nice up here.” You commented and sat down, crossing your legs.

Carl nodded as he sat next to you, crossing his legs as well. There was an awkward silence between the two of you.

Say something.

You bit your lip and fought back the urge to scold yourself.

Come on, ask him something.

You cleared your throat. “So, what...do you want to talk about?”

Nice one, (y/n).

Carl looked at you. “Um...well. How is the research and cure going?” He asked.

You raised your brows. Now that was something that you were comfortable talking about. You positioned yourself with your back straight. You got on your knees to get more comfortable.

“Well, I got a good look at Sharon yesterday. She was able to give me some good DNA from her tongue, teeth, and skin. I mean, there isn’t really that many differences between her and Howard, but she was able to give me more samples from data.” You nodded excitedly. “Comparing the data to the ones that I had a couple weeks ago, I can tell that I have made some progress. You see, what I do is I take a small piece of skin from my fingers - nothing too severe, I never draw blood - and put it in a petri dish with some of the germs and bacteria that is found from a walker’s teeth and watch as it slowly fights one another. Normally, the bacteria will infect the skin and turn it a dark green or grey color. Then, afterwards, what I would do is put a small droplet of the work-in-progress into the dish and watch…”

As you continued to talk, a smile appeared on Carl’s face. He kept his eyes attached to yours, showing that he was listening to you. Rambling on and talking with your hands, you began to look around, a smile on your face the entire time. Carl’s eyes, however, moved from your eyes to your lips. He bit his own uneasily.

“...the chemicals are about six percent, five percent, twenty percent, thirty-eight-point-five-three percent, two percent, four-point-six percent, fifteen percent, and eight-point-eight-seven percent. However, I think I have way too much ethyl alcohol in the mixture. I mean, it’s doing the job, but it’s not doing the job right. It might be overpowering the other chemicals. I don’t know. I might need to try and-”

You were interrupted when a pair of lips smashed into yours. A gasp came from your mouth as your eyes shot wide open. It was happening. Carl was kissing you. Your cheeks turned dark red and your heart began to flutter. Your eyes closed lightly and you moved in closer to him. Carl pulled back from you and opened his eye. You opened yours as well and stared at Carl in complete and utter awe.

Oh my God. That just happened. He kissed you! At least he was the one that made a move!

For a moment, you felt as if the words were caught in your throat. When you were finally able to avert your eyes, your cleared your throat.

“I…” You cleared it again. “I...um...I really talk a lot, don’t I?” You asked, your voice was shakier and higher than it had been when you were ranting.

Carl chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah, I can tell you love talking about that type of stuff.”

“Well…” You bit your lip. “You did a good job shutting me up.”

“So, you’re not mad?” Carl asked timidly and bit his lip.

“Mad? No.” You shook your head. “Not at all mad. Far from it actually. Why would I be mad? I’m not mad.”

Quit rambling!

“I liked it.” You said.

“You did?”

“Yeah.” You smiled. “I’ve...liked you for a while.”

“I’ve liked you too.” Carl smiled.

“Well...can….can we kiss again?”

Carl nodded and smiled. He leaned in, tilting his head to the side, and connected your lips. You closed your eyes, placed your hand on his cheek, a smile appearing on your face as you enjoyed the soft feeling of his lips on yours.

You scored, honey.

Your heart was caught in your throat, beating rapidly, the touches you placed on his cheek was gentle, and you felt completely relaxed. Carl placed one of his hands on your hips while the other ran itself into your hair, his fingers entangling into your locks. When you pulled away, your cheeks were red and you were breathless.

“I never imagined a kiss felt like that.” You informed him, smiling.

“It was great.” Carl smiled.

You nodded lightly. “So...does...does that mean…?”

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” He asked with brows raised.

Your heart fluttered and you nodded. “Yeah. Yeah. I would.”

He smiled widely and kissed the corner of your lips lightly. “Then, yes, that does mean we’re together.”

“I like the sound of that.” You said and leaned your head against him.

“Me too.” Carl said, pulling you close.

You stayed in Alexandria for another hour before you decided that it would be best to leave and take the supplies home, despite your inner thoughts fighting against you and begging you to stay longer with Carl.

Your boyfriend

You liked the sound of that. It had a nice ring to it.

As soon as you decided to leave, Carl led you to your car, hand in hand. The walk was slower than the race to the church and was more relaxing. You found that Carl’s thumb gently ran over your knuckles in a soothing rhythm, which you found to be very adorable and quite comforting. Carl sighed as you got to your car.

“Do you have to go?”

“Are you going to ask me that every time?” You questioned, raising a brow.

“Yeah.” He smiled. “Now even more.” He said and pulled you close, placing his hands on your hips. You giggled.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but I got to.”

Carl hummed and planted a kiss on your forehead. When he pulled away, you looked at him with a smile on your face. You grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him down, kissing his lips again. Carl’s eye widened, caught by surprise. He then chuckled and kissed you back.

You pulled away and let out a sigh. “I’ll never get tired of that.”

“I might.” You heard, making you jump and turn around.

Rick stood near the car with a bag in his hand, Michonne at his side. A blush appeared on your cheeks.

“I swear...I...did..n’t….maybe I...there is a large possibility...it...wasn’t...yes. I did just kiss your son.”

Rick smiled and shook his head. “I knew it was going to happen sooner or later?”

“What?” You asked with furrowed brows.

“Yeah, we knew about his little crush before he did.” Michonne pointed out.

“Wait, wait, so…” You trailed. You then pointed at Michonne. “You knew about his crush on me and you didn’t tell me? What about the girl code? Something...like..thou shalt telleth if friend is being likethed?”

Michonne smiled a bright, white smile and laughed. Rick handed you a bag. “Here.” He said. “We have some other medicines that we can’t use. You might like them.”

“Wow, thanks.” You smiled.

“Not a problem.” He placed his hands on his weapon belt. “Now, since you two are involved with each other, well, I don’t think we have to tell you two to be smart and safe, do we?”

“Oh, you don’t need to tell us.” You waved him off and shook your head. “We don’t go outside the walls.”

Rick looked at you and raised a brow. He chuckled. ‘That’s not what I meant.”

You glanced at him with a confused expression. “Then what did you…?” You looked down, thinking through what he could have meant. Once the thought hit you, your eyes widened and you glanced back at Rick. ‘Oh!” You blushed. “Yeah, I gotta go.” You gestured to the car and rapidly got inside of your SUV. You closed the door and set the medication to the side. “I would stay longer, but you just made it awkward.” You pointed to Rick. He shook his head.

“I’ll see ‘ya (Y/N).” He said. He and Michonne moved away from the car. Rick gestured for Rosita to open up the gate.

You glanced down at Carl. “I’ll talk to you tonight.” You told him.

“Yeah, I’ll talk to you later.” He said, climbed up onto the car and kissed your cheek before moving away from the vehicle.

It took you no time to turn the car around so that it was facing the outside world. As one last gesture towards Carl, you blew him a kiss and smile. He shook his head and chuckled, watching as you left the protection of Alexandria.

With Alexandria fading into the distance, you couldn’t help but think about Carl. The smile on your face was wide, your cheeks were red, and a small giggle or chuckle couldn’t help but escape from your throat every now and then. For once, your mind wasn’t even thinking about the cure and the research back at home - not even a little bit - but rather fully focused on Carl and the Alexandrians and the fight that they were facing against the Saviors. From what you heard, Negan and his men were dangerous, deadly, and horrifying. You didn’t want anything to happen to the people of Alexandria. You didn’t want anything to happen to Carl.

A sigh fell from your lips. “Fuck the research.” You told yourself.

Your new objective was making sure that the people of Alexandria, the Hilltop and the Kingdom were safe. A friend of Carl’s is a friend of yours. Carl’s family is your family. They were all your family and you were determined to keep your family safe from harm’s way.

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what-my-bones-said · 5 years ago

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1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? coffee mugs

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? chocolate bars

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? Cotton candy

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? shy but a good student

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? glass cups

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? I mean probably preppy because of how I dress for teaching?

7. earbuds or headphones? Headphones

8. movies or tv shows? tv shows

9. favorite smell in the summer? suntan lotion

10. game you were best at in p.e.? the game where I lost early and got to stand on the side and watch

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? right now, cereal. Usually, oatmeal or fried eggs.

12. name of your favorite playlist? My country playlist on spotify

13. lanyard or key ring? lanyard

14. favorite non-chocolate candy? sour patch kids

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? The Things they Carried by Tim O’Brien

16. most comfortable position to sit in? nothing, I am constantly changing the position I sit in. I can’t sit still

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? My Sperrys or my white crocs

18. ideal weather? Sunny with a nice warm breeze

19. sleeping position? on my side typically but I move a lot at night

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? notebook with a pen-- but usually I write on my phone because it’s convenient

21. obsession from childhood? umm.. I don’t know? If I had any?

22. role model? My mom

23. strange habits? watching pimple popping videos

24. favorite crystal? Celestine

25. first song you remember hearing? Zombie by The Cranberries

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? Bask in the sun and drink

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? Curl up in a ball and watch tv bc I hate the cold

28. five songs to describe you? That describe me?? Okay. We’ll try. Man! I Feel Like a Woman-Shania Twain. I Don’t Wanna Be-Gavin Degraw. Who I Am- Jessica Andrews. She Keeps Me Warm-Mary Lambert. This is Me- The Greatest Showman Soundtrack

29. best way to bond with you? Deep conversations, lots of snacks, and good beer

30. places that you find sacred? the docks at mount holyoke, the woods leading up to the docks

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? ooo... khakis, pink button down, and blazer OR a kick ass dress, depending on the mood.

32. top five favorite vines? “LOOK AT ALL THOSE CHICKENS.” , It’s an avocado! Thanks!”, “I SMELL LIKE BEEEEF”, “THAT’S MY OPINION”, “That’s what good pussy sounds like”

33. most used phrase in your phone? “I love you” & Yikes bikes

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? WOW that’s a low price!

35. average time you fall asleep? 11:00

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? The baby one? idk honestly

37. suitcase or duffel bag? suitcase is easier to carry

38. lemonade or tea? tea but i love me some lemonade

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? lemon meringue pie

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? my senior year for part of our senior prank my friend brought a keg full of mountain dew to school and people did keg stands in the parking lot

41. last person you texted? wifey

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? pants pockets

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? love a good cardi

44. favorite scent for soap? i have a new mango one that I really like

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? superhero

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? sweatpants and a big tshirt/longsleeve in the winter, basketball shorts in the summer.

47. favorite type of cheese? ooo... I’m going to go with goats cheese

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? A pomegranate-- i will explain only if asked.

49. what saying or quote do you live by? “We have to create. It is the only thing louder than destruction” -Andrea Gibson

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? idk my wife says a lot of funny things

51. current stresses? not being able to fly and see my wife, my kids not being in the classroom for the rest of the year... basically the state of the world.

52. favorite font? I’m a boring hoe that loves Times New Roman... also into Playfair though.

53. what is the current state of your hands? Dry as hell and not holding my wife’s... so... not good.

54. what did you learn from your first job? That not everybody has the same opportunities as me and I should be thankful that I was able to get a college education....

also that drive thru sucks and you should appreciate fast food workers bc their job is shit.

55. favorite fairy tale? Hansel and Gretel is fun

56. favorite tradition? Christmas party at my parent’s house

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? My grandmother dying is my biggest one, and the struggle of having anxiety is one I’m constantly trying to overcome

58. four talents you’re proud of having? poetry writing, I guess I can sing?, and act a little bit?, teaching-- because I feel like it is a talent

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? absolutely no idea.

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? Something like Ouran High School Host Club

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? “There is no dishonor in losing the race. There is only dishonor in not racing because you are afraid to lose.”- The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein

62. seven characters you relate to? Tina from Bob’s Burgers, Piggie from the Elephant and Piggie books, Rory from Gilmore Girls, Part of Monica from Friends, parts of Joey from Friends, Linda from Bob’s Burgers, Oscar the Grouch from Seasame Street

63. five songs that would play in your club? Yeah!-Usher, Dancing Queen- ABBA, Man! I Feel Like a Woman- Shania Twain, Maneater- Nelly Furtado, Work it- Missy Elliot

64. favorite website from your childhood? Addicting Games

65. any permanent scars? A small scar on my wrist from burning myself on the oven

66. favorite flower(s)? Lilies

67. good luck charms? My wife

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? GRAPE

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? Otters hold hands

70. left or right handed? right handed

71. least favorite pattern? Paisley

72. worst subject? Math

73. favorite weird flavor combo? Ketchup and Mac and Cheese... not really flavors but

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? 7

75. when did you lose your first tooth? no idea

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? how could I ever pick a favorite potato food when I love them all equally? Except tater tots. Tater tots can go away.

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? Cactus

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? Sush

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? school ID

80. earth tones or jewel tones? earth tones

81. fireflies or lightning bugs? fireflies

82. pc or console? pc

83. writing or drawing? writing

84. podcasts or talk radio? podcasts

84. barbie or polly pocket? POLLY POCKET

85. fairy tales or mythology? Fairy tales

86. cookies or cupcakes? cookies

87. your greatest fear? plane crash

88. your greatest wish? world peace? also to be living on the same continent as my wife

89. who would you put before everyone else? my wife and my family

90. luckiest mistake? no clue

91. boxes or bags? bags

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? fairy lights

93. nicknames? my dad calls me gert (like gertrude)

94. favorite season? fall

95. favorite app on your phone? My homescapes app

96. desktop background? just the blue windows background. I’m boring and should change that

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? three including mine

98. favorite historical era? Renaissance?

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phlebotomyprincess1 · 7 years ago

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The Lunatic's Princess Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Chapter 3 The morning after my epic hotel suite party; I woke up and fortunately my head was only pounding a little bit, some ibuprofen and a Red Bull would fix that right up. I pulled back the sheet covering me; well I have no idea where the leather skirt or my halter top are but at least my red and black lace bra and panty set are still on me! I made an attempt to sit up, but realized when I heard the groan next to me that I had a very muscular arm wrapped around my arm. I looked to the other side of the bed to see who my companion might be; I had to chuckle, the sheet was up over the guy's head. I pulled it back; getting a growl this time. "I swear to GOD Seth; I don't feel like going to do Cross fit this morning! Leave me alone and let me sleep!" I looked at the blond man beside me; his hair going in all directions; it actually made him just a little sexier. Clearly he thought he was in his own room and that his friend was bothering him. I'm a troublemaker; we've established that fact already, haven't we? Anyways, I can't resist messing with him just a bit. I roll closer to him; using the arm he isn't holding onto for dear life, I run my hand down his chest to his abdomen and kiss his neck. Dean let out a surprised yell and ended up rolling off his side of the bed. I heard the 'THUD' when he hit the floor. I had to put my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. "WHAT THE FUCK ROLLINS!?" He bellowed. That time I did laugh out loud; peering over the side of the bed at him. "As far as I know; your buddy is back in your suite, though he could be out in the living room or one of the guest bedrooms. I haven't been out to look around yet; someone had my arm in a vice grip. Oh! Good Morning Stud!" I laughed again. I got off the bed; walked around to the other side and offered him a hand off the floor. As I pulled him up; we ended up chest to chest, him in his clothes from last night and me in my bra and panties. He looked down at me and we both went in for the kiss. It was extremely similar to the one in the ring yesterday; our tongues battled each other for dominance, which he quickly won. His hands tangled in my hair as he deepened our kiss. We didn't break it until we both were gasping for air. "I desperately need some ibuprofen and a Red Bull; I probably should also check out who might still be lingering here and possibly find out where I left my clothes. Can I get you something?" I look over my shoulder at him as I'm walking out the bedroom door towards the living room. Dean starts following me; in the living room area are several people passed out on the couch, some on the floor and I'm sure there have to be people in the guest bedrooms. I carefully step over people on my way to the kitchen. Ooo! There's my halter top; I slide that over my head. I pop 4 Ibuprofen and crack open a can of Red Bull. I lean against the countertop; Dean grabs a seat on the stool opposite me. "Don't suppose you have coffee do you?" He asked in his raspy voice. I grin at him; grab the can from the cupboard and start making a big pot, I'm sure someone else I'm about to kick out of here might want some. As we waited; two people stumbled out of one of the guest bedrooms. 'Great Party!' They commented on their way out the door. I chuckle. "Is it always like this when you're around?" Dean asked. "Not always; but sometimes, out of curiosity do you happen to remember what happened last night?" I handed him a cup of coffee. "Well Princess; I believe we talked about helping each other drive your parents nuts, then there were a lot of shots done. I think I remember you giving me a lap dance. Now, I have no idea how we ended up in the same bed; but clearly nothing happened, you were still half dressed and I was fully dressed. Trust me; if something had happened, neither of us would have been wearing clothes." He said. I could only imagine what we would have looked like had something happened between the two of us; once we woke the next morning. I am also impressed with him; for someone that Randy claims, 'Sleeps with any female who walks by' he certainly did not take advantage of the situation. "I'm sorry I freaked you out this morning when I woke you up." I chuckled. "As soon as I attempted to wake you up and you grumbled about not wanting to go to Cross fit with Seth; I just couldn't help myself." I chuckled. "Well it was a very scary prospect; thinking of Seth kissing my neck and feeling up my chest. You are very lucky I didn't accidently swing on you." He smirked. "You know princess; it has just occurred to me that I don't know much about you, well accept you're an amazing kisser, you look hot as hell in a short skirt and you like to torture your parents." "Aren't those the important things? What you want to know my zodiac sign, my favorite color and if I like long walks on the beach?" I raised an eyebrow at him and grinned. He rolled his eyes at me. "Ok; Aurora Rose McMahon, I'm 19, I basically am stuck spending the summer touring with my parents until my freshman year of college starts because they can't trust me as far as they can throw me. When I do escape the summer tour of hell; I'm going to UCONN to study Physical Therapy, which according to my parents is a career that is below me. So there you go; what about you?" I smile. "Dean Ambrose, 29, came to the main roster earlier this year with Roman and Seth as The Shield. My father ran off when I was 4, my mother was an alcoholic crack whore, so I had to raise myself. I barely graduated high school because I knew I wanted to be a professional wrestler. When I turned 16 I found a gym that let me start training. After that I wrestled in the independents as Jon Moxley and fought in all sorts of dangerous and crazy matches until I was bleeding every night. Then I was called up to FCW and the developmentals. So there's my story." He smiled back at me. "So how was that lap dance anyway?" I asked with a grin. He laughed loudly at me. "Well princess; from what I remember of it, it wasn't half bad. I know a good lap dance; I've been known to hit a few clubs." He smirks. "Wow…I never would have guessed, Stud." I just walked around the counter and started cleaning out the stragglers from the party.

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