#can kiss my wheelchair ass

[cherry-pop-elf]

I have acquired the child. He is the best thing ever. I am healing my inner child by getting something kid me would die for. And that is a Lego plushie from my favorite Lego game ever. And a Weasley no less. Heal your inner child. Know that Lego Ron will now co author all my fics from here on out UwU

Omg imagine George death staring at my Lego Ron plush like “You ain’t replacing me, little man-“

[suugarbabe]

Mattheo Riddle with a precious little cheerleader, then he sees how small the skirt is. LITTLE CHEERLEADER MIGHT AS WELL GO IN A WHEELCHAIR AFTER GETTING ABSOLUTELY FUCKED.

I made this a halloween party, hope that's okay <3 it’s not full smut but I still think it’s cute???

[this post has nsfw content, 18+, MDNI, be aware of your internet consumption]

Pansy straightens her own costume out as she looks in the mirror and inspects any need for finishing touches, "What're you supposed to be again?" You're adjusting the bow atop your head as you look in the same mirror just over her shoulder, "I'm a cheerleader. It's a muggle thing, like...a supporter of their sports." Pansy passes you her lipgloss so you can add shine to yours as well, "And are all of these cheerleaders outfits as short and slutty as yours?"

You scoff slightly, turning to the side in the mirror. The pleats of the skirt fan out and the slightest view of your lace clad ass cheeks peek out. "Okay, from what I've been told they wear little shorts underneath; so yes I may have sluttied the outfit up a bit, but Matty is going to love it." You turn to face Pansy, "You're coming for my costume but what are you supposed to be?"

She was wearing a nearly see through silk white slip, a simple red lace bustier underneath. She grabs a small white that almost looks like that of a muggle sailor except it has a red plus sign on the side. After she charms it to stay still for the night she slides her wand back into the fastener on her thigh before pointing at her hat, "I'm a healer, duh." You shake your head in faux disbelief, "But my costume is the sluttier one."

Pansy all but ignores your comment with a roll of her eyes and an insistence that you both need to make your way downstairs. The drink table is your first destination, deciding that the longer it takes you to make contact with Mattheo the more worked up he'll be when he finally sees you. Making your way to the groups usual destination you're more than aware of the amount of male attention you're garnering.

And if you weren't actually aware of the stares, the look on Mattheo's face as you approached the group would've given away how truly sinful your costume appeared. Mattheo's eyes bore into you, an intensely hardened stare, the muscles of his jaw clenching tighter with each sway of your hips as you moved closer. On purpose you 'forgot' to say hello to Theo as you walked by him, earning a protest for your attention.

You turn around to face him with probably a little more force than necessary, the pleats of your skirt fanning out and giving the person sitting in the lounge chair behind you a full show. The unmistakable crunching of plastic is like music to your ears as Theo lifts you up in a hug, slightly shining you back and forth and surely giving Mattheo another brief show. As Theo sets your feet back on the ground you turn to your boyfriend.

Setting your drink down on the table next to him, you give a slight pout. Mattheo raises a brow as he takes another sip of his own drink, hardened demeanor unchanging as you climb into his lap on the lounge chair. Setting his drink next to yours he rests his hands on either arm rest as you wrap your arms lightly around his neck, "Do you like my costume, Matty?"

The slightest twitch to his lips gives way to a smirk and he adjusts slightly in his seat, allowing your knees to slip further down on either side of his hips so your core is now flush to his waist. "I'm not too sure I liked the show that practically anyone could have seen, but I think this skirt could serve a purpose." Mattheo kissed you then, suddenly and anything but soft. A hard and hungry kiss as he gripped your hips and pushed you back and forth ever so slightly.

The friction emits a soft moan from your throat and Mattheo takes every opportunity to shove his tongue down your throat. A hands finds solace at the top of your neck, turning your head to expose your jaw and throat to allow Mattheo to nip and bite at the skin there. "Fuck, Matty, s-slow down," your breathless at the immediate attention and the shots from your pregamming are lowering your inhibitions quickly.

Immediately Mattheo ceases his actions, turning instead to the group around you guys, "Who's up for a game?" You're confused by his sudden change in interest, but when everyone agrees the chairs and tables start being rearranged closer together. As you go to find another seat Mattheo's hands grip harshly on your hips. He pulls you back down to his lap, the breeze from the action making your skirt fan out across his legs.

Enzo asks if anyone needs refills before the game begins, nearly everyone agreeing but the two of you. Mattheo immediately attaches his mouth the the underside of your jaw again, your public displays of affection nothing new to your friend group. As those around you are busy setting up the game, the other part of the group replenishing drinks Mattheo snakes an arm around your waist lifting you up slightly. The other you can feel begins to maneuver the buckle of his trousers, as well at the button and zipper.

Mattheo's voice is rough in your ear, eliciting goosebumps on your neck and a rush to your core, "Here's what's going to happen, sweetheart," you can feel him release himself from his trousers, tapping the head of his cock against your centre, the action alone causing you to clench around nothing, wetness increasing. "You're going to be a very good girl for me, baby. Gonna keep me nice and warm in this pretty pussy while we play this game with out friend, okay?"

You give a nod, not trusting your voice as Mattheo pushes his tip gently in, one hand grasping roughly on your waist as you slowly become full of him. You clench around him involuntarily, just the feeling of him stretching you out so intense your body has a natural reaction to him. "Easy, pretty girl, don't go making a mess too soon." Mattheo adjusts your skirt accordingly, making sure it's fanned out around his lap an over your thighs just so, making everyone else non-the wiser as they come back and get settled on the sofas.

[seungkwansphd]

let me...

pairing: idol!seungcheol x gn!reader word count: 1.2k synopsis: you can tell that seungcheol is frustrated by his injury. if he would just let you...you'd be happy to help take his mind off of it. themes: SMUT, MDNI, squirmy/whiny scoups, oral sex (reader giving to seungcheol), explicit descriptions of oral sex, idol au, established relationship, comfort-ish?. (lmk if there are others to add)

a/n: my brain is fully rotted out these days. thanks @the-boy-meets-evil for instigating/encouraging this behavior🫶

You snuck a glance at Seungcheol again and exhaled sharply. He had been in the wheelchair for nearly a week now and you were officially concerned. You imagined it would be tough for anyone to adjust to the change, but it seemed particularly challenging for him. He was, after all, the capable, strong, and self sufficient leader of Seventeen and despite his doctor’s orders, he seemed intent on refusing to ask for help.

“Hey! I said I would get things for you!” you yelled, concern rising as you watched Seungcheol try and fail to stand from the wheelchair.

“I can do it!” he insisted stubbornly, trying again.

Your hand shot out to his shoulder, pressing down as you rounded on him, pinning him with a stern look.

“It has not been that long since your surgery. If you tear something again I will truly kill you,” you narrowed your eyes at him menacingly. “Now what is it that you need?”

Seungcheol’s words died in his mouth as you turned from him to look at the cupboard. Even after months of dating you, the sight of your shape from behind never failed to drop his jaw. His brow furrowed. Yet another reminder of this godforsaken injury hindering him from the things he needed and wanted to do.

“Cheol? What was it you needed?” you turned your head to question again. His eyes shifted quickly back to the top shelf of the cupboard, but the hungry look in his eyes did not escape you.

“Tupperware from the top shelf. The blue one,” he answered.

“Okay,” you nodded, standing up on your toes, arching your back to reach for the item. You grinned as you did so, pushing your hips back towards your boyfriend because you could absolutely feel his eyes burning into you.

“Got it!” you chirped, letting yourself fall back into your heels and your ass to bounce gratuitously.

“This is killing me,” Seungcheol groaned, shifting in the wheelchair.

“Baby,” you turned to him with a simpering smile, “I know you hate asking for help, but what if you just let me…” you trailed off, tracing your fingertips up the brace on his leg.

Conflict played across Seungcheol’s brow as he considered your words. You knew it was tough for him to relinquish control, but you hoped he would so you could take his mind off of things, even if just for a while.

“Help me how?” he finally spoke, eyebrow raising expectantly.

You chuckled softly.

“You know I'm always good for you,” you smiled, tongue touching the corner of your lips playfully.

“Go ahead,” he nodded, giving his permission.

Your eyes lit up at him as you sank to your knees before him. You reached around the chair to lock the wheels before trailing your hands back over his hips and down his thighs.

He inhaled sharply and your pulse raced with pride. You leaned forward and started nuzzling your lips gently up the inside of his thigh. He squirmed as you drew closer and closer to the apex of his thighs. You were poked in the cheek by his tented erection when you finally arrived. Grinning at him, you nuzzled your cheek against him through the fabric of his sweatpants and Seungcheol was surprised at the way he reacted. Possessiveness and pride surged through him as you knelt between his legs, nuzzling his heavy cock eagerly.

“Someone’s eager,” you teased as you pushed the hem of his shirt up above his belly button. You kissed and lapped at the exposed skin above his waistband, knowing that this would drive him wild. The cool trail of your thin saliva set Seungcheol’s nerves alight and his hand found familiar purchase in your hair.

“Ah ah!” you shook your head, pulling his hand away. “I said…let me.”

Seungcheol’s eyes smoldered at you, but he gestured for you to continue.

“Good boy,” you teased and returned to the task at hand. Your hand stroked him over fabric as your lips continued their foray across his midsection. The feel and sound of him gasping and squirming underneath you was dizzying.

“YN, please,” he finally choked out. He felt ready to burst.

You hummed up at him before tugging at his waistband. He shifted his hips up, allowing you to pull it down around his thighs. You were mesmerized at the way his cock bounced when he sat back down, your eyes transfixed on the swollen, thick head.

In fact, many things about this moment were hypnotizing. The slight tension of elastic biting into Seungcheol’s thick thighs, the way the weight of his cock caused it to rest against his tummy, and the sturdiness of aforementioned midsection as the complimentary backdrop. After several moments of ogling, you literally had to shake your head to clear it of thoughts.

“You’re practically drooling,” he teased wryly, head cocked slightly as you regarded him. It was nothing short of a boost to the ego and he allowed himself to enjoy it. After a week of feeling frustrated and helpless, he let himself bask in your attraction and the power it made him feel.

“And?” you challenged him, lacing the fingers of one hand in his as the other grasped his thick cock eagerly at the base.

“Nothing,” he shook his head, eyes widening a hair as you started trailing kisses up his inner thigh.

At first through the fabric of his sweatpants and then on the bare skin of his upper thigh, Seungcheol was squirming by the time you closed your lips around his cock, sucking him hungrily into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he exhaled, voice breathy as he slouched slightly in the chair. You chuckled as you drew back up, lips stroking along the ridges and veins of his shaft. Seungcheol’s hands fisted as you began bobbing up and down, stroking him with your tongue.

“Feel good?” you asked when you came up for air. You nuzzled and nipped at his wet erection and he nodded.

“Fuck! Your mouth feels so good,” he let out a strangled groan as you shifted lower to suck on his balls. They were heavy and hot in your mouth as you sucked gently. You rolled them around on your tongue and were delightfully surprised at the whiny noise that Cheol let out. 

“Oh?” your eyebrows raised with delight. You licked a long, wet stripe up his length before swallowing him whole again, this time relaxing your throat to take him entirely.

Seungcheol let out another breathy whinge as you swallowed around the part of him that was lodged firmly in your throat. His whines grew louder and more frequent and you knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Pulling back, you fucked him with your mouth and throat as he panted your name desperately and repeatedly.

“Close,” he cupped your chin and warned you.

You nodded as well as you could with your mouth full and you reached down to cup his balls, tugging gently as you increased the suction with your mouth.

“Fuck! Shit. Fuck,” Seungcheol’s entire body tensed.

You watched with hungry eyes as his thick brows knit together and his eyes squeezed shut before he emptied himself into your ready and waiting mouth. You enjoyed the way his chest heaved with deep breaths until he came back down to earth and met your eyes.

“Thank you,” he pulled you up for a kiss. “Thank you, thank you. You always know what I need.”

[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 81)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (64) / Alexia Putellas x Character (37) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (18)

Masterlist (other parts here)

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YFN POV

“I love you, little one,” she heard Lucy whispering into her ear between soft kisses to the cheek. “I love you. I love you.”

YFN was far too tired to have woken up to it, of course. She’d had surgery the day before and now she had all of Wednesday to herself to get some well-needed rest after the chaos.

She woke around 11am, groaning due to the pain. “Luce..” she mumbled into her pillow, barely knowing where she was.

No response.

“Luce…” she said again, louder.

Again, nothing. She rolled tenderly and just far enough to see that Lucy’s side of the bed was empty.

“Lucy?” She called, louder. If she were anywhere, it would be the kitchen, surely.

Silence.

She turned back to her side and sat up, seeing a piece of paper on her bedside table with tablets and some water.

Good morning, little one,

I’m at training until 5pm today. Sarina let me have a little sleep in to be with you.

Please take your medication as soon as you wake and text me. I’ll reply when I can.

Jordan and Leah will be over later today around 3pm.

Please don’t cook or go out... just order whatever you need and rest.

I love you, my girl.

Love, Luce xx

YFN couldn’t help the little smile creeping across her face at the fact that she’d signed off with the nickname she used for her. Christ, she’d forgotten about training.

She took her painkillers and downed them with the water before texting Lucy that she was awake. She knew she wouldn’t be able to reply most of the day but would probably get permission to sneak a text or two given the circumstances.

Once she felt ready enough, she pushed herself out of bed and willed herself to move against the pain. She couldn’t go far and wasn’t allowed to put pressure on her knee just yet, and so she slid straight into the wheelchair by the bed and used that to get around. Although she wanted a shower, she knew she had to wait until later when Lucy could help her move.

She checked to see if Narla was fed first before managing to settle herself on the couch in the spot that practically had an indent of her ass and elevated her braced leg. She couldn’t even put her hair up and had to settle for it down and frustrating her. It took all of 2 minutes for her to realise just how much Lucy did for her, and how much she appreciated her.

YFN decided to use her free alone time to get some work done. She’d managed to get herself to the stage of having delegated quite a lot and organised her teams so well that they all went about their jobs, with her as an escalation point. She’d moved her original team up into supervisorial positions and they spoke directly with her the most. She replied to emails, overwhelmed with brands asking when the next event was, as they had gotten new clients and were eager to mingle amongst the football stars. Then she checked on the rosters for upcoming games and look at the progress of editing that her team had made with the videos from the Lumos event. She was excited that she’d be able to start uploading them, as the promo photos had been out for two days.

She used her spare time to create a roster of when they’d release the promos and content for each player, timing it with events or games. There was so much to publish, that it was quite difficult to not clutter too much. They had the content – now they needed to use it as effectively as possible.

She decided that the best interview to start with would be her favourite of the day – her interview with Alexia and Chiquito, paired with Lucy and Narla. She’d originally put the pair together because she knew that Alexia didn’t like speaking English and Lucy could not only speak both languages, but they were friends, and she’d help her comfort-wise and language-wise.

That had been one of the only times that day that YFN had seen Alexia actually smiling. She paused the video where Alexia and Lucy were cutely smiling at each other and it warmed her heart to see.

Her mind shifted to Ridley as she wondered on her. She was back, and it had made her so happy that she’d cried in her arms. She’d visited her and Lucy in the hospital the day before and given her a much-needed, long-lasting  hug. They hadn’t been able to speak much, as YFN had been so out of it on drugs, though she did make a promise to her to speak about it soon. That had been enough for her, and still was. She had just wanted her best friend back.

She remembered their conversation recently where she’d admitted to Ridley that she had wanted her to stay around more, because she loved and missed her. They were such a big part of each other’s lives, and always would be. Linked by history and trauma, and a bond that she’d never had with anyone else. She’d been so happy when she’d agreed to stay around.

“From now on, I’ll be here as long as you want me around, okay?” That’s what she’d said as she kissed her hair.

And then… the heartbreak. The 3am wake up to her absolutely torn. On her knees. Begging her to let her go.  “Please. I need to go, Blue.”

YFN knew why she was there. Usually, it was just a text or a call, or a brief hug and kiss before she disappeared. This time it was an apology. She said she’d be there – but she needed to go. And YFN understood that with every fibre of her being. And so, she’d let her. Because in her eyes, she wasn’t breaking a promise. She knew that Ridley would always be ‘right here’ and that one simple message would have her come running.

Because they loved each other.

She sighed, her eyes focussing back on the screen and away from where her mind had drifted to Ridley.

She’d started several segments within the ever-expanding content machine of Lumos. The first; her couch interviews which she would continue over the next few weeks as she continued to heal. The second; her pet interviews from the event. The third; her podcasts.

They would be the three largest segments that Lumos would undertake – and were presented by her, as requested by Catherine. It was the reason she hired her. For her mind, her questions, her interviewing techniques. Her ability to make players feel calm and comfortable and actually heard instead of led different directions with questions which soul purpose was to pry out information. Not at Lumos. Not in her interviews. She’d never let that happen.

The first interview from her couch segment she’d posted was Lucy’s as she immediately gained popularity from how flirty Lucy had been. The second had been Alexia’s as she rode the wave of publicity that Mark had created. The first podcast she’d released yesterday, containing her co-hosts, Jill and Alex along with their first guests, Leah and Bunny Shaw. She pondered on the pet interviews and her decision to post Alexia and Lucy’s first. Would it be too much to post them again? They were two of the most popular women in women’s football.

After consulting with her team and Catherine for a little while – she’d made the decision to post that as the first for that segment anyways, as it would come across as a strong start to Lumos content. Both segments were a completely different style, environment, and line of questioning. The couch was much more in depth and real, whereas the pet interviews were fun and enjoyable.

As soon as she posted her first of that segment, the doorbell rang and she looked at the time, smiling. Her friends were here.

JORDAN POV

Jordan wanted to stay in bed with that delicious warmth of Leah forever. She woke and shuffled her hoody off, rolling over to cuddle into her neck. Leah groaned as she woke slowly, tightening her grip, her fingers beginning to stroke unconsciously. They stayed like that a while. Slowly waking up by the feel, the sound and the warmth of each other.

Ever so naturally, things evolved. Leah’s stroking became larger, and under the back of Jordan’s shirt. Jordan wriggled into Leah as she pressed her lips to her neck and soon enough, they were moaning themselves awake as they enjoyed the feel of each other.

Jordan’s back tingled at the feel of Leah’s hands and suddenly she was horny. She found Leah’s thigh and hooked her leg over, using it as friction to move and grind against.

“Fuck,” Leah gasped as she felt her move against her. “Don’t stop, Jord. Take what you want.”

Jordan ground against her thigh harder as her body shivered at the feel of Leah everywhere. Her hand found that famous blonde hair of Leah’s and pulled her head back, just far enough that Jordan could properly bite into her neck.

She felt Leah shuddering beneath her.

“Fuck. Yes.”

Leah gripped the back of her head to keep her on her neck as her other hand made its way up the front of Jordan’s shirt to grab her breast as if it was hers. Like it used to be. Like she wanted it to be again. Her thumb found her nipple and played there as Jordan sucked the spot she’d just bitten. There would be a hickey, and usually Leah didn’t like this, but not today. She didn’t know if Jordan was testing her or not, but she didn’t care. She wanted all of her, all the time. She wasn’t ashamed to have a hickey from her. Hell, she wouldn’t even try to cover it.

A bark from below the bed had them both freeze. Jordan pulled away slightly to look down at Blu, her eyes now fully open.

She turned back to Leah who was very much excited. Horny. Her hair a mess and her pupils dilated. Regardless of her state, she was honest with her words.

“We… should be careful. Not until you’re ready, Jord.”

Jordan knew Leah would have stopped, but would she herself have gone through with it? Would she cry again?

She nodded. “I’m almost ready, Lea… almost.”

Leah smiled gently. “I know. Take all the time you need. I’m just happy to wake up next to you.”

Jordan let herself smile back as she pressed a kiss to her lips.

“Can I show you around Birmingham today?”

Of course, Leah had been to Birmingham, though the idea of a day wandering the city together was something she could never refuse.

“Only if I can buy you breakfast.”

“Deal.”

Jordan washed her excitement away with a morning shower, letting her fingers trace over her nipple where Leah had just been. Without thinking about it, her fingers kept playing while her other hand found her clit and began to tease. Thinking about Leah while touching herself was not insanity ��� though there was a good argument to say that it was as she was just a wall away.

Regardless, she didn’t know if she was ready, and needed to get her excitement out to avoid being a horny mess during the day.

Bracing her head against the tiled wall, she worked her clit and her nipple, eventually coming with a gaspy moan against the echoing acoustics of the room.

Jordan was in her room, staring at her closet and wondering what to wear when she hear Leah enter.

“Did you touch yourself in the shower?” Leah asked.

Jordan spun to her, barely catching her falling towel. “What?”

“You heard me,” the England captain said, stepping forwards.

“I…”

Shit, she’d heard the echoes.

“Yes.”

Leah’s eyes flashed like Jordan had never seen before, and she stepped forwards.

“Were you thinking about me?”

Jordan had to crane her neck back just to look at her.

“Y…yes.”

Leah tilted her head up slightly further with one finger on her chin. “Good.”

They spent the first half of the day in Birmingham, Jordan excitedly showing Leah all of her favourite spots around town, including her breakfast spot. Leah insisted on paying, and Jordan repaid the kindness by reaching out to entwine her fingers with Leah’s as they strode through her local park. Blu happily pranced next to them, Leah holding his leash as Jordan had agreed to. She knew how much she missed him. Missed this. And she felt the exact same.

She just wondered when she would know she was ready for sex with her again.

Lucy had called in the morning, just before she’d left for training, and had asked their activities for the day. She was worried about YFN being alone and almost immobile. Jordan felt like she hadn’t spent nearly enough time with her friend, and so around midday they had the car packed and headed off for their drive to London. A drive that they’d both done far too often as of late.

They dropped her clothes and belongings at Leah’s apartment before arriving at Lucy and YFN’s just after 3pm.

Leah knocked on the door.

A pause. “Come in!”

Blu ran in ahead of them, presumably to find his friend Narla, and the two made their way into the apartment to find YFN on the couch, looking much less tired than she had the past few days.

“Oh, I missed you!” Jordan exclaimed as she bounded over for a gentle hug. “Wow, someone needs a shower.”

“I know!” She sighed, exasperated as Leah hugged her hello also. “I can’t really do it by myself. Lucy will be home in a few hours. I’m sorry.”

“We can help?”

YFN paused. “I… uh…”

“You can be naked or have your underwear on,” Jordan shrugged to show it wasn’t a big issue. “Doesn’t bother us.”

She caught Leah’s look of happiness flash from the corner of her eye as she said ‘us’.

“I guess it would be nice to be all fresh for when Lucy comes home..”

“Exactly!”

The couple helped her into her wheelchair and towards the larger bathroom, rather than the ensuite. They gently helped her remove her clothes down to her underwear and bag her braced leg.

“Can this come off?” Leah asked, gesturing to the sling.

YFN nodded, a little embarrassed but happy to finally be able to clean herself.

Leah removed her sling as carefully as she could, looking at the new bandage and bruises on her collarbone. “How did it go?” She murmured, distracting her.

“Really well... he’s happy with it. I just need to be extra gentle so it doesn’t fail again.”

She nodded. “No more fighting people, mate.”

“Hey – that was very one-sided.”

“I know… I’m just… I’ll be happy when he’s out of the picture.”

YFN didn’t reply until Leah looked her in the eyes. She gave a small, knowing smile. “Me too.”

Once she was under the water, balancing on one leg, Leah left and Jordan stayed to make sure she didn't fall. She distracted her by talking about Leah and their heated morning, and then their day in Birmingham.

“I’m really happy for you, Dory,” she said, genuinely. That’s one of the things Jordan loved about her the most. She was always so genuine and loved when people were happy. “Do you know when you’ll be ready to…”

Jordan sighed as she turned so YFN could wash under her underwear. “I’m not sure… soon? I thought I was ready when I slept with her last time and look how that turned out.”

“You didn’t have closure, it’s completely understandable.”

“I just don’t want to make that mistake again and have us back at ground zero.”

“Oh, you won’t, trust me. You’re levels beyond that already. You just need to talk and communicate. And when you do eventually sleep with her again, go very, very slowly. Slow enough that you’re knowing how you feel at every step rather than bottling it in like last time, okay?”

Jordan nodded and turned back to turn the shower off. “How are you always right?”

“I honestly don’t know how it hasn’t annoyed Lucy just yet,” she laughed, letting Jordan help her from the shower.

“Not much annoys her, I think.”

“Except people chewing or breathing loud. If that’s around – she goes wild.”

“How come I never knew that?” Jordan wondered aloud.

“Because it’s the wonderful, wacky mind of Lucy and barely she can keep up with it?”

Jordan laughed. “Nail. Head.”

YFN POV

The couple insisted on making food seeing as YFN hadn’t eaten and Lucy was going to be hungry when she came home. YFN grimaced at the chaos and lack of coordination that was Leah and Dory in the kitchen, trying to work out how to make a roast. It was interesting to watch, though. They were patient with each other. Kind to each other. Just happy that they were together, even if it was all going to shit cooking wise.

Lucy stepped through the door just before five and immediately looked nervous at the sight of the kitchen and the pair in it. She shared a look with YFN who gave an amused, nervous grin in return.

“Oh, Lucy’s back!”

They greeted her, and then she was immediately by YFN’s side, holding her and breathing her in.

“Christ,” she groaned. “You feel so good. Wait. Did you shower?” She pulled back.

“Yes, Luce,” she chuckled. “The girls helped me.”

Lucy froze, her lips turning downwards. YFN touched them, pondering over them before leaning forwards to gently brush her lips on Lucy’s.

“I still had my underwear on,” she whispered into her lips, even though she didn’t need to. The kitchen was loud enough that they had their privacy.

Lucy made an unsure noise and YFN kissed her, dragging away that overthinking.

“It was friendly help, Luce. I promise. Now go and shower please, you’re stinky and I’m not in a position to escape..”

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” The footballer grinned and left for her shower.

Dinner ended up being surprisingly okay and edible. They all sat and laughed, talking about their days and what was happening over the coming ones. Lucy’s family were arriving tomorrow, and the couple seemed eager to join. They’d known Lucy her entire life, so of course they knew her family well too. They’d also both be at the game on Friday, organising to take YFN to watch.

“Oh, and in other news,” she announced spontaneously. “Riddles is back..”

“What?!”

ALEXIA POV

Ridley lowered her head and Alexia’s heart sunk at that. “Is there any hope for us?”

“Yes... Don’t run away again. Move forwards with me, together. I need you to be here for me, like I am for you. I need security. Don’t leave again. Fight for me. Fight for us.” Suddenly Ridley raised her head with almost mad determination in her eyes. And then… those dark eyes lowered to her lips. Fuck. Was she.. was she… about to….

Ridley cupped her face with one hand, drawing her down and reaching up as they met in the middle. Their lips met with passion and need.

Fuck. The way her lips moved. The way she tasted. Alexia tilted her head and her tongue began to brush her lips when… just as quickly as it started, it stopped. Ridley pulled away by sliding her head down, Alexia’s lips brushing along her cheek until Ridley pulled back. Her lips were a plusher shade of red now. That just made her even sexier.

“It’s all your choice from now on, Lex.”

Only if she knew that in her head, there was no choice to be made.

“I’ll stay…” she whispered.

“But not for long… I have to be back…”

“I know. Just a few more nights to be with Blue for her surgery. And then back to Spain.”

“And then back to Spain,” she nodded. “Okay.”

What the fuck was she doing? Alexia was usually so strong and independent. Now she was putty in her hands. And she loved it, because she knew Ridley was too.

Ridley’s fingers expertly unclasped her from her seat and collected her things.

“My bag and Chiquito…”

Alexia bolted upright, her breathing ragged. She looked around, disoriented until she realised where she was.

In her apartment, in Barcelona.

She looked at the time, 8am. To Alexia, that was a sleep in. Especially as her body was so used to waking up early for training.

A warm softness moved against her and she looked down to see Chiquito half awake, as if he’d been woken by Alexia’s dream also.

“Good morning,” she murmured as she let her fingers stroke through that soft, grey fur of his. He rolled slightly and stretched himself out in a way that had her stroking his belly. She smiled.

Alexia took her morning just to herself and Chiquito. He’d explored around last night, though he was still curiously finding new things, new smells or items of interest. She let him explore his new world as she took her shower to wake up and went to the kitchen to make her breakfast. As she did so, she felt herself feeling… a little out of place. As if her apartment wasn’t her home anymore. She hoped it was just because she’d been away for a few days, and tried to shrug it off, thinking it would go away. Instead – her mind moved to Ridley.

Ridley in her dream. Ridley on the plane. Kneeling in front of her. She’d never wanted to touch somebody so badly in her life.

She’d come back… but would she stay? Could she learn to love herself? And how would she prove that she’s not going anywh-

Alexia’s phone rang, and she’d been so in her head that she flinched. Putting the spatula down, she picked it up for the first time that day and softened at the name on the screen.

Ridley calling…

She didn’t even hesitate to answer.

“Hola,” she murmured.

“Bon dia, la Reina.” Ridley replied in Catalan. “I was hoping you’d be awake..”

“I’m making breakfast,” she hummed happily at the sound of her voice.

“Mmn. Did you make enough for me?”

Alexia laughed and gave her the same cheekiness back. “Oh, yes. More than enough. I’ll express post it straight away.”

“Or you could just invite me. Save the shipping costs.”

She rolled her eyes, very aware that she couldn’t get herself to stop smiling. “Okay then, when’s the quickest you can get here?”

“Faster than you will believe. I don’t believe that was an invite though, Lex. Use your words.”

She paused as if she were thinking about it before she spoke softly. “Ridley…”

“Yes, Alexia?”

“Would you like to join me for breakfast?”

Alexia heard a happy hum from the other end of the phone. “How unexpected. I’d love to. Now unlock the door, please.”

Alexia froze – her eyes widening as she spun towards the small hall leading to her front door. She gave a breathy laugh. “You… are very funny.”

“And very much going to prove to you that I’m here to stay, Lex.”

Part of Alexia thought it was a joke. Ridley would do something like that. The other part knew she wouldn’t mess with her promise. She began walking towards the door, the phone still to her ear as she unlocked it and hesitantly opened it.

[britany1997]

Oh I definitely had to send in a request when I saw they were open. Can I please get a Subby!Paul/Daddy!Dwayne fic. Something where blondie gets some extra tlc after a rough punishment? Thank you, bestie 💜

Bad Boy

Bestie I love when you request from me because you always think of the most delicious prompts, yes ofc I can write this for you! Hope you love it;) there’s a fun little character cameo in this too:)

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Warnings PLEASE READ: SMUT minors DNI, BDSM dynamics (which means safeword included as well), sub/dom dynamics, daddy kink (Dwayne is daddy always), bondage, blow job, hand jobs, face sitting (kind of), orgasm denial, hair pulling, aftercare of course,

Paul fucked up.

He'd done a lot of stupid things, sure. He'd welded training wheels to Dwayne's bike, he'd released all of Marko's pigeons (and he'd been forced to track him all down), he'd even taken David's wheelchair for a spin and broken one of the wheels.

But all that was nothing compared to what he'd done this time.

Paul had vamped out on the boardwalk to impress a girl.

While the boys didn’t have many rules between them (that would ruin the whole, rugged vampire, anti establishment thing they had going), under no circumstances were any of them, even David, allowed to reveal their true nature to humans.

Not even for a quickie behind the Ferris wheel.

Which is why Paul found himself hiding under his bed where Dwayne would never find him, Fishy’s bowl wrapped tightly in his arms.

However, his hiding spot may not have been as secretive as he thought. Paul’s heart threatened to beat right out of its cage as he heard the thud of Dwayne’s boots from under his bed. Paul held his breath, for fear even the slightest sound would give him away.

Fishy wiggled his fin, prompting Paul to bring a finger to his lips to shush the confused goldfish.

The blond vampire flinched every time Dwayne’s boots swept a little too close for comfort, but as the boots began to walk away, Paul knew he was in the clear.

That is, until he felt himself being dragged from under the bed by a firm hand wrapped around his leg.

Paul laid flabbergasted as he looked up into the eyes of a pissed off brunette vampire, his arms crossed over his bare chest and his eyebrow raised.

Paul shot him his signature smile, something that would have made Dwayne melt under normal circumstances, but the imposing vamp obviously had a mission.

He plucked the fish bowl from Paul’s arms before placing it on the bed side table gently. “Paul won’t be home tonight Fishy,” Dwayne informed the goldfish, “you understand.”

He grabbed Paul by the waist and threw him over his shoulder before saluting Fishy and leaving Paul’s room.

“I said i was sorry,” Paul whined.

“Mhmm,” Dwayne hummed, “but we have to learn that our actions have consequences.”

“Not a child.”

“Then why do you keep acting like one?”

This was going no where. Paul sighed dramatically. At least he could enjoy the view of Dwayne’s ass from this angle. He smiled to himself.

Dwayne threw Paul down onto his bed and leaned over him, caging him in with his arms. Dwayne cocked an eyebrow, “the boys want me to teach you a lesson.”

Paul gulped.

Dwayne’s face softened, “Paulie what do you say when you need to stop?”

“Bats,” Paul told him confidently, before pulling Dwayne in for a kiss.

As the blond vampires tongue slid into his mouth, Dwayne felt his resolve corroding. Paul made it exceptionally difficult to stay mad at him.

But before Paul could hypnotize him with kisses, Dwayne snapped to his senses. He couldn’t let Paul get away with whatever he wanted, he’d never learn! Paul had been too wild for too long.

Dwayne pulled away, “what’s my name Paulie?”

Paul bit his lip, half in nervousness and half in excitement for what was to come. “Daddy,” he practically purred.

Dwayne scoffed, “only a good boy in the bedroom Paulie?”

Paul smirked, “don’t know whatcha mean daddy, I’m always good,” he lied.

“Mhmm,” Dwayne grunted in disbelief, “then you’ll take your punishment like a good boy right?”

Paul smiled sheepishly, “uh, yeah.”

“Good.” Dwayne smirked as he began to rummage through his bed side table before pulling out a pair of pink fur handcuffs.

“Those new?” Paul asked as he shed his jacket and top.

“Got em just for you,” Dwayne replied as he moved over Paul to secure his wrists to the bed frame, “now stop doing things without permission. I’ll be taking your clothes off.”

The blond vampire fought the smile creeping onto his face, “yes daddy.”

As Dwayne moved to unbuckle Paul’s jeans, he was met with a prominent bulge in the white fabric. He shot Paul a look, his eyebrows raised.

“What do ya want me to say man,” Paul shrugged.

Dwayne’s eyes rolled back into his head as he quickly unbuttoned Paul’s pants and rolled them off, along with his boxers.

The imposing brunette spit into his hand before wrapping it around the base of Paul’s cock, his thumb swirling around the tip as Dwayne held him.

Paul sucked in a breath at the sudden contact, his hands fought to free themselves so they could run through Dwayne’s hair, or caress his face. But it was no use as the cuffs kept Paul firmly against the bed frame. He was Dwayne’s to use.

Dwayne stroked Paul slowly, his firm grip squeezed the blond rocker in all the right ways.

It didn’t take long for paul to be a panting, moaning mess. As he felt himself approaching his peak, he stomach muscles tightened and his eyes fluttered closed as he prepared to paint Dwayne’s hand.

Just as he felt himself about to fall over the edge, Dwayne stopped. He pulled his hand away and wiped it on his pants casually.

Paul whimpered, “w-why…?”

“You know why,” Dwayne shrugged, “you thought this was gonna be all about pleasure for you? You’re being punished.”

Tears pricked at the corners of Paul’s eyes. He loved cumming, more than most things, more than most people. This was cruel and unusual punishment.

“Thought you were gonna be good Paul,” Dwayne scolded, as Paul’s angry thoughts flashed through the brunette vampire’s mind.

Paul sniffled, if this was how he could prove himself again, he’d do it. Dwayne couldn’t torture him for long right? Right???

“Yeah, yeah I’ll be good daddy,” Paul said sincerely, his lips forming into a pout.

“Good,” Dwayne replied as he took Paul in his hand once again.

As Dwayne ran his hands over the ridge of Paul’s head, pulling slightly, Paul found himself simultaneously in heaven and hell.

Years and years together had made the boys experts on each other bodies, they knew what they liked, they knew what they didn’t like, and unfortunately for Paul, they knew what they loved.

It was torture getting exactly what he wanted and knowing it would end all to soon.

Sure enough, Paul choked on tears as Dwayne pulled back once more. Paul thought maybe he’d make it over the edge before Dwayne could realize, but the dominant vampire was too smart for that.

“Please,” Paul whispered, “please daddy, anything but this.”

Dwayne sighed, taking a little pity on Paul. “Not sure you’ll like this any better.”

Dwayne rolled down his pants and boxers, shedding his jacket as well before he stood in front of Paul.

Paul’s cock, which had softened, hardened once again at the sight of a nude Dwayne.

“Really?”

“Sorry.”

Dwayne sighed before wrapping his hand around his own length and pulling softly.

Fuck. This was worse.

Paul wrestled against his restraints, desperate to get his hands on Dwayne.

The brunette vampire was the most… well endowed of all the boys and both Paul and Dwayne knew it.

Paul whimpered and whined as he watched Dwayne pleasure himself, unable to do anything but look in frustration, prevented from even touching himself.

A moan fell from Dwayne’s full lips as he finished on Paul’s stomach, causing Paul to fight so hard against his cuffs he almost succeeded in releasing himself.

But before he could shatter the handcuffs, he composed himself.

He was a good boy.

Rather then free himself, Paul’s lip jutted out and his eyes brimmed with tears in an utterly pitiful pout. He silently begged Dwayne to have mercy on him, just once.

Dwayne’s heart softened, he had been somewhat cruel so that Paul’s lesson would stick, but maybe he could give him a little something.

“Stay still ok?” Dwayne ordered.

“Yes daddy,” Paul replied, holding back a smile.

Dwayne climbed onto the bed and kneeled over Paul’s chest so that his legs were on either side of Paul’s head, and his cock was against the blond vampire’s pretty lips.

Paul’s tears of frustration turned to tears of joy as the tip of Dwayne’s cock slid into Paul’s mouth and his hand snaked into Paul’s wavy blond locks.

Paul’s tongue flicked the Dwayne’s tip enthusiastically, grateful to be doing anything. He moaned around Dwayne as he swirled around the tip, tracing patterns with his skilled tongue.

Dwayne’s fist balled in Paul’s hair as he gripped him and brought him closer, shoving more of his cock into the eager blond’s hungry mouth.

Paul hollowed out his cheeks as he sucked, running his tongue up and down the vein on the underside of Dwayne’s dick.

Dwayne pulled Paul’s head roughly until his nose was buried in Dwayne’s happy trial. The brunette vampire began to pump his cock back and forth, fucking Paul’s face roughly.

As Dwayne felt himself about to pour down Paul’s throat, he heard a soft whimper. When he looked down he was met with Paul’s best puppy dog eyes, begging and pleading with the man above him.

Dwayne sighed, Paul had learned his lesson.

Still buried in Paul’s mouth, he unhooked the cuffs and freed the blond vampire’s hands.

Paul moaned a thank you as one hand fell to Dwayne’s hip and the other wrapped around his own cock, stroking furiously.

Both men cried out in pleasure as they came together, Dwayne down Paul’s throat and Paul across his thigh.

“Thank you daddy,” Paul smiled blissfully.

“You’re welcome Paulie,” Dwayne smiled back as he leaned down to press a kiss to Paul’s forehead.

Dwayne slid off the bed to grab a washcloth. He ran it under warm water before return to a blissed out Paul laying back on the bed, a dopey smile painted across his face.

Dwayne chuckled to himself as he gently cleaned Paul’s stomach and thighs. When he was done, he crawled into bed with Paul, spooning him against his chest and pressing soft kisses to the skin of his neck.

“I love you so much Paulie,” Dwayne promised him, “even when you make mistakes, I’ll always love you.”

Paul turned in Dwayne arms until the two men were nose to nose.

“I know,” Paul assured him, “and I love you too, even when your rough with me,” he tucked a piece of Dwayne’s hair behind his ear, “I know you want the best for me.”

Dwayne sighed, his brow furrowing, “you know why we have that rule right?”

Paul nodded, “I know.” I just…” he let out a quiet sigh, “I wanted her to like me. I…I thought she’d be impressed.”

Dwayne’s heart clenched at Paul’s admission, “you don’t need the teeth to be liked,” he kissed Paul’s nose, “you’re enough on your own.”

A pink tinge washed across Paul’s cheeks, “yeah?”

Dwayne smiled, running his arms up and down Paul’s back and bringing him close to his chest, “yeah baby.”

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[justwinginglife]

Hi girl , i just woke up it's 10:37 am and this is the first thing I'm doing after i opend my eyes . I hd a dream ... With hoshiro it was crazy . Like i woke up wet ...

It was a weird dream so let me rant for a little, i was in a grocery store with my mom and sister and when i took the bags yo the car i found out the my coke can is already opened so i told my mom to wait , when i went to the door the man staying there told me i can get a new one if i get him and his co-workers cans too , i know it's so weird, this man seemed interested in me so he went to help me idk why he was giving my the chips that i like and ice cream .at this point idk what's happening when going back i saw soshiro leaning on a wall so i went straight to him idk how i got the courage. Hoshiro took the basket from my hands and told the man to take them to the front and not let a lady carry things . Bro took my to the back in the dark and he put me on top of a table when he leaned in to kiss me a woman working there came and started yelling about it being a public space but we didn't care. Giiirl we started making out and shit felt so real omg he got my legs wrapped around his waist , grabbing my ass and all i literally felt his tongue and my saliva. It was so hot he was pushing my lower back to get me closer. Idk how we stopped but the next thing , i was standing with him leaning his forehead on mine . I mustered the courage and asked him for his number . He was smiling and whispering in my ear and i got so shy . I asked what should i name him in my contacts and he looked at my necklace it had and H initial in it he started laughing and i got embarrassed. Then he told me to just write babe or baby untill we change it to something more (husband he ment) 😭 and then i woke up and i almost cried because the dream ended .

I doubt anyone understanding this cuz I'm writing this half awake and yeah i just thought of telling u first after i woke up

First off, thank for sharing. Secondly, you are totally valid, if you didn’t wake up wet I would’ve been concerned. Third- I AM MORE JEALOUS THAN I HAVE EVER BEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. I have legitimately been actively trying to manifest dreaming about him by talking to him on character ai and watching edits of him before bed and I’ve only ever dreamt about him once and he was kind of a side character 😭 he was handicapped and in a wheelchair and a demon possessed him so that he could walk again, what the fuck? Why do I get depressing Soshiro instead of sexy Soshiro? Like what kind of drugs do I need to take before bed to dream about him railing me so hard I can’t walk? Or even just something fluffy about him? Maybe this is why I wake up and write angst cuz I dream about him being crippled omg. Someone save me please.

[pluckyredhead]

loved reading ur tom king tea so how abt ☕️ tom taylor

I think this post I reblogged a little while back said it really well, especially "He writes comics to go viral on Twitter."

My main problem with Taylor is that his writing is fluff with absolutely zero substance, and I feel like this has two major consequences. First, there's this weird disconnect between stakes, competence, and victory. All of his heroes are wildly incompetent, so he sets up these huge stakes and then has them resolved by other people, or dumb luck, or just...pretending the stakes don't exist? So now not only are the heroes incompetent, the story is unsatisfying because the victory doesn't feel earned - because his goal is a cutesy viral moment that gets passed around the internet out of context, not satisfying storytelling.

For a small example of this, there's that scene where Clark needs Bruce and Dick to help him find Jon, who is learning how to fly. I repeat: Clark, who has super speed, flight, X-ray and telescopic vision, AND CAN HEAR HIS LOVED ONES' HEARTBEATS, needs two regular fucking guys to somehow detective out the location of his own child. Clark is nerfed just to get a cute moment of Dick giving Jon a lollipop - and Taylor absolutely got what he wanted out of that, because those pages did go viral, no matter how little sense they made.

For a bigger example, there's the climax of the Blockbuster storyline in Nightwing, where Blockbuster discovers Dick's identity and Dick realizes that his entire life is about to be destroyed...and then someone else kills Blockbuster and solves Dick's problem for him, and he literally never thinks about it again. This is our hero triumphant? This is NOTHING! I literally stared at that comic with my mouth open. For real? For real for real???

You see this over and over again. In the most recent issue of Titans, it's revealed that Dick basically hypnotized himself into having a secret part of his brain he can only access via a code word because somehow that prevents Raven (a telepath) from reading his mind (why? UNCLEAR). He is explicitly inspired by what Bruce did with his Zur-en-Arrh personality. You know, the one who has been the main villain in Batman for over a year? Who has taken over Gotham and driven Bruce into hiding? Who will be a key factor in the upcoming Absolute Power event? That guy?

But it's okay that Dick did the exact same wildly unsafe thing, because Dick says in the comic "this will be fine" so it'll be fine. Why? He said so! It'll be fine!

Obviously most of the time superheroes do defeat the bad guy and it is fine (and even when it isn't, they come back to life), but in order for a story to have impact, we have to believe in the stakes. The hero needs to make an effort. There need to be consequences. Taylor's writing is devoid of all of that. When he gets to issue #6 of a given storyline, everything is just magically resolved. It makes his characters feel shallow and incompetent, and his stories feel meaningless.

More importantly, his politics are as shallow as his plotting. He injects liberal themes into his writing, but things are just magically resolved, and no one ever has to make a hard choice. Jon Kent occasionally scolds a mean person and then flies off to hold hands with his cardboard cutout of a boyfriend, and Taylor pats himself on the back for being History's Greatest Ally.

Meanwhile, he does absolutely nothing to support real people with marginalized identities. When Chuck Dixon when on a twitter spree sharing a homophobic photoshopped panel of Dick and Jon, Taylor was like "Oh that's actually photoshopped, but I love your work!" and then spent several tweets kissing Dixon's ass. Sucking up to a homophobe was more important to him than actually standing up for queer people, or even just...not saying anything. (Not saying anything is free!)

Now don't get me wrong, Taylor's mentions are deranged and people need to leave him alone about Babs not being in a wheelchair because it's obviously not up to him. But the way he acts like he is the world's greatest martyr to The Cause because of his milquetoast comics when over and over again he fails to support real, living people drives me nuts. (There are other examples, but I don't have the strength to unpack the Ed Piskor stuff right now.)

In conclusion: his writing is shallow, his politics are shallow, and I'm tired.

[violet-fluff]

💙 Post War! Levi x Baker! Reader

I Only Knead You

This is part 2 to Love in the Oven

A few weeks have passed by since you and Levi officially became a couple. The both of you have been even more inseparable than before, to the point Levi has become a side worker at your bakery just so he can be near you.

Levi is kneading some dough on the counter, and you couldn’t help but blush when you watch the way the muscles on his arms flex every time he puts pressure down on the dough.

It’s been a while since Levi’s been in the military, but his nice physique has decided to stay.

You can’t help but fantasize what he may have looked like while wearing his uniform or being in a fight.

Or giving orders in a stern voice…

The butterflies in your stomach start to go wild.

“Hey, stop daydreaming and tell me if I’ve beaten this dough up good enough. My hands are hurting.” Levi says, snapping you from the fantasies playing in your head.

“Oh! It looks perfect, Love. Great job.” You smile and pick up the dough to let it go rise on the rack.

Levi tries to wipe all the flour off his clothes. “How do you do this every day? It’s so messy.”

You laugh and help dust him off. “Hey, no negative energy here. It’ll get into the pastries.”

Levi smiles and pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Are we done so we can go home and relax?”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you smile softly. “Yes, let me just go do a quick inventory count and we can leave.” You kiss his cheek and walk to the back room.

“Well hurry up.” He tells you and sits down in his wheelchair, massaging his sore leg.

Suddenly the bell above the front door jingles and a tall man walks in. He looks around until his eyes land on Levi.

“Um…do you work here?” He asks Levi nervously.

“Sure.” Is all he replies while eyeing him up and down.

The man walks up to the counter. “Is y/n here today?”

Levi’s eye narrows. “Why do you need her?”

You come back to the front of the store since you heard the bell go off. You recognize the man at the counter once you see him. “Oh! Hi, Isaac. Did you want to order something today?”

Levi can’t help but mad dog the poor guy with an intense stare.

Isaac looks at you, then looks at Levi nervously, and then looks back at you. “Uh…yes I will…I want to put in an order for an apple pie.” He quickly spurts out.

You look at him concerned as he never acts so nervous. “Sure! Um…I will have that ready for you tomorrow in the late afternoon.”

Isaac only nods with a quick “thank you” and heads out the door.

“That was strange. He seemed off today.” You say as you write down Isaac’s order on your order sheet.

Levi scoffs. “Does he come in a lot?”

You nod. “He used to come in a lot. Lately he’s only been showing up every once in a while. You’re usually out with Gabi and Falco when he shows up.”

Levi clicks his tongue. “He comes in when I’m not here. I caught him by surprise today. He has feelings for you.”

Levi grunts once he realizes he has a new job now. Keeping other men away from his girl. He knows it will be a tough job because of how beautiful and nice you are. Any man would want you.

You giggle. “Well Love, you have nothing to worry about anyway because you’re the only one for me.” You reassure him as you bend forward to wrap your arms around the back of his shoulders.

Levi gives you a small smile and kisses your hand. “Now hurry your ass up. I need to eat.”

“Ok, Mr. Hangry.” You laugh.

[backmuscles21]

Dead To Me

Zdog x Reader

Summary: You couldn't be happier with your girlfriend; you never wanted to be apart from her, but then you had a choice: fight for the humans or the Na'vi. Zdog is my muscle mommy and you can't tell me any different.

Warnings: explicit language, internalized homophobia, implied/referenced homophobia, lesbian character

You were in the garage working on your mech suit, you were trying to switch out some of the hydraulics, being an engineer in the Marines was both amazing and kind of rough. It was better than running drills, if you had to be sweaty and covered in grease, might as well be while you're close to a shower.

It wasn’t till you heard some commotion that you remembered there was a whole bunch of new scientists and marines coming in today. You kept on working and occasionally your eyes would flick up to your colonel in his mech suit and more often than not look at your girlfriend working on some guns with Lyle. It made you smile; it also made your cheeks heat up whenever you found yourself just staring at her biceps.

You heard your colonel start talking to someone, you turned your head to see him walking along with some new guy in a wheelchair. As they go to pass by you, Quaritch calls out your rank, you stand up and grab the towel by you to clean your hands.

“Jake this is (y/n), she is an engineer, a damn good one at that. Also has an avatar body. Turns out when you can kick ass and know languages really well, you’ll get the job.”

You laughed a little and cleaned off your hand and shook Jake’s hand, “It’s nice to meet you, Jake.”

“You too, good to know there’s another marine in an avatar body.”

“I didn’t come here for that; I came here as a marine but I picked up the language quickly and Grace needs protection. It’s more money so why not.”

Jake could already tell he liked your smile; you were so kind and sweet it’s hard to find that on earth and on top of that finding it in the Marines.

“I wouldn’t think about flirting with her or trying to start anything,” Quaritch said to Jake as they left you to your work.

“Why, she yours?”

“No, but she is hers,” Quaritch points to Zdinarsik who looks like she’s about to rip his head off.

“She is quite tough and very possessive of that girl. They work well as a team though, and get everything done no questions asked and everything is done right. Try to stay on her good side.”

“Got it, don’t flirt with mean scary girl’s girlfriend.”

Zdog walked over to you and had you in her arms, you knew she was jealous, almost everyone here knew you were hers and knew to steer clear. You were pretty and Zdog knew that she didn’t need these horny military boys coming after you when you were hers.

The next few days went by and it was Jake’s first day linking in with you, you heard about how his first time linking in went. He ran out onto the field still in his medical gown and everything, you and Grace had a good laugh about that.

You and Jake were going out to do some field research with Norm and Grace, you were excited to get back into your Na’vi body and stretch your legs. You hadn’t been out in a while but they were going far out and needed some extra firepower. Linking in and getting ready to head out was the best, you looked just like you did out of your avatar, armed to the teeth and in camo pants. You kissed Zdog before linking in and she saw you in the garage before flying off with your team. It was weird being so much taller than your girlfriend, normally she was a few inches taller than you and more muscular but now you had everything on her. Saying goodbye was always the hardest, you knew you wouldn’t die but there’s always a chance and just being away from her for hours sucked too.

Grace was on the ground scanning neural pathways in the roots of the forest, she and Norm were geeking out over the synapsis. You chuckled hearing them talk, you and Jake were keeping watch, hoping no bogeys decided to visit, you wanted this to be a quick in and out.

But Jake just had to fuck it up, now he’s missing and we can’t find him.

“I can go boots on the ground.”

“It’s getting dark, that’s stupid,” Grace replies.

“Well, what are we supposed to do? The guy knows nothing and to top that off he’s an idiot. We can’t just leave him alone.”

“We can pick up in the morning.”

“No, let me down, I’ll take a look.”

“Absolutely not, we’re heading back.”

“If we lose his billion-dollar avatar body, it’s your fault.”

So, you went back to the base and hours later, Jake came out of his link pod, the idiot found his way into the Na’vi people.

Months went by and you could tell, Jake wasn’t on the side of humans anymore, he was more Na’vi than human. He spent every constant second linking in, he was obsessed with the people, the land, and Neytiri.

It was time to make a decision, were you team human or team Na’vi, you and Trudy were talking and you were going to save Grace, Norm, and Jake. You were going to get them out of there and get them to safety, you were going to help the Na’vi that was the only way. You didn’t want to hurt people, that’s not why you signed up for this, you disagreed with Quaritch’s methods.

So, you helped them escape.

Then you lost Grace and it made you lose yourself a little.

She was one of your best friends, you in a split second gave up your military friends and your girlfriend. Grace and you had a strong connection for being in two different parts of an operation. You cried a lot, it was hard to be without her here with you and on top of that, you just left your girlfriend with nothing. You just left her, you didn’t break up with her, you just chose the opposite side which was basically the same thing. She was going to feel so betrayed; she was going to hate your guts; she was going to kill you if she ever found you.

You cried for the loss of your best friend and for just leaving your girlfriend, you still loved her so much. But that didn’t matter anymore, you had a job to do, you had to fight back, you were going to win. In the short time of getting ready for battle, you tamed an ikran, you changed into traditional Na’vi attire, you had your hair done and you found yourself falling into the same trap Jake did.

You loved this place, the people, the culture, the flora and fauna.

You couldn’t leave now; you were going to stay if they let you and if you survived this gruesome battle.

After the battle, mourning the dead, getting rid of the unwanted sky people and trying to move into a new safe home, it was finally a moment to breathe. You assimilated with the people, you were a true Na’vi and to top it off, you were permanently in your avatar body. You were one of the best warriors the Omaticaya had now, you and Jake were the best of the best.

However, sky people will always return.

Jake has kids now; you were the most decorated warrior and you weren’t as successful in finding a mate. You never really tried; you figured trying to go after a girl here was hard. You did have men try to court you but it never felt right, it felt like you were being pushed into the closet again. You tried to not stare at some of the beautiful Na’vi girls, but you couldn’t help it sometimes. Some of them were so nice to you and so helpful, you couldn’t not have a crush.

One day as you and Jake were getting ready for another raid you talked to him as you saddled your ikrans.

“Hey Jake, do you know if the Na’vi allow two females to be together? Like as a mated pair?”

He snickered at you, “missing Z still?”

“Yes and no. I just wouldn’t mind mating with someone and I know you know about all the guys that have asked me, but I don’t want that, I want a girl.”

“Well, I haven’t seen it here, at least not yet. Maybe ask Neytiri. They may be okay with it; they just happen to not have any here.”

“Oh my God, that’s embarrassing. I can’t ask Neytiri that.”

“Well, then sucks to be you.”

“Why can’t you ask?”

“Because she is my wife and I’m more scared of her than you are.”

You laughed at that, “fine I’ll ask her when I get back.”

So that’s what you did, after another successful raid, you went to Neytiri. Your body was full of anxiety, you were scared to admit this to your new family, and you were scared of being rejected and outcasted again. You had no choice, if you wanted a mate, a female mate, you’d have to ask. You walked over to the Sully residence and entered, Neytiri was getting dinner ready with Kiri, which made this worse.

“Hey, I have a question for you Neytiri.”

“What do you need?”

You took a deep breath, “I want to find a mate, but-“

“That is wonderful, I know many suitors that would be a perfect match for you.”

“Neytiri, wait, I-“

She started to list off male warrior names and why they’d be perfect.

“Neytiri, stop please.”

She stopped talking.

“I don’t want my mate to be male. I wanted to ask if you’ve even heard of two females being mated.”

She just stared at you; your anxiety skyrocketed impossibly.

“There are a few girls here that want a female mate.”

“So, you guys are accepting of that?”

She nodded.

“I didn’t know if you would be or not. I know it’s a really big thing to have kids and stuff so I didn’t know.”

“Jake told me that you were with a military girl before this.”

“Yeah, I just left her to help out the Na’vi people. I didn’t want more people to die. I didn’t want good people to die.”

“We thank you for that.”

“I still think about her, I still miss her. She was everything to me and I just left like it was nothing.”

“I don’t blame you for wanting to move on. I can introduce you to someone I think you might like. If I stand corrected you two are already good friends.”

“Jake told you I had a crush on her didn’t he.”

“Yes.”

“Remind me to punch him next time I see him.”

She laughed at that.

In the next few days, you started to court this girl and you were happy, you could feel it. You followed Jake’s kids and Spider into the forest, you knew that they were headed towards the old link shack. You knew Jake’s rules about it, but you figured they would go anyway might as well be here to tell them about it. You were here to protect them if needed and to top it off, seeing the old battle sight was at times a good reminder of the old days.

As you came up to the shack, ready to take a look, you all saw it, the Na’vi bodies in full military tact uniform. Your body went cold, this wasn’t good, something was wrong, why were they here?

“Call your dad,” you said to Lo’ak and begrudgingly he did.

“We got to go, this isn’t safe,” you said trying to usher the kids away but then you caught it.

Was that Zdog’s face, it couldn’t be.

As you tried to leave with the kids, you got caught, and now they held you like prisoners. You tried your best to keep your head down, just to avoid suspicion but hearing that voice, that was your colonel, no doubt about it. Your body just felt more scared; your body was tingling with anxiety.

It didn’t help that the person holding onto you was Prager, you and him were like siblings, fighting and then laughing. You didn’t fight and you didn’t look around, you just wanted to melt away, you knew at this point they’d kill you. You betrayed them, you just left without a word, not to mention you now knew without a doubt your girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend, was among these soldiers.

Quaritch was going around to pretty much each person asking where Jake was, but Quaritch knew better, he saw the five fingers on Lo’ak and Kiri. Then he checked out your hand and of course, there were five fingers and he got down on one knee to get closer to eye level with you.

“Looks like someone is pissin’ their pants,” Quaritch said aloud to his teammates then looked back at you. “Never been this scared before, huh half breed.”

Did he think you were one of Jake’s kids too, your body was the same age as Jake’s, I guess maybe he can’t tell.

“Oh, I’ve been plenty scared, just not as scared as you’re gonna be.”

He looked quizzical, “what are you on about, you ain’t nothin’.”

Quaritch went to kick your leg and you used your training to your advantage, you twisted your wrists over to grab Prager’s wrists then you extended you’re your legs to catch Quaritch’s between your thighs. You twisted over and Quaritch fell to the ground and Prager lost his grip on you, you moved fast to straddle Quaritch.

“Betcha didn’t think you’d be seein’ me again now didya.”

His face held bewilderment and shock, they all thought you died, they didn’t realize you assimilated with the Na’vi people. Quaritch quickly flipped you over so you were on your back, he now held the power and he lifted you up by your braid.

“Looks like we found ourselves another traitor.”

You heard the gasps and you saw the shock written over some of your old teammates’ faces, they thought you were dead. Then you saw Zdog, she looked hurt more than anything, she lived with the fact that you died. You were here all along, you just left her and for what, fucking blue monkeys, she couldn’t believe it.

“Z-“

“Save it.”

“Please let me explain.”

“There's nothing for you to say, you’re dead to me.”

[ilovespec]

SPEC NSWF ALPHABET + LITTLE FIC IN THE END

by order of another respected fan of this divine Waifu, named @turtle-boris , I'm sorry if I didn't meet your expectations, pookie :<

A - aftercare.

He would just fall asleep holding you against his 🔥boobs🔥 , but this way he can take a shower with you if you want <3

B - body part.

loves your ass and thighs. You can't change my mind about that.

C - cum.

He only cums in a condom. He is 97 years old ! You don't need kids.

D - dirty secret.

Bruh, he is absolutely honest with you, he has no secrets ;) (well, or there is, but if I call it , then I will be banned here and put in prison for life)

E - experience.

Babe....He's 97 years old. He has more experience than Retsu or Baki fans, LOL

F - Favorite position.

Doggy style. He likes to hear your hips slap against his .

G - Goofy.

100% during sex, he can sometimes chuckles or joke , this is Spec ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

H - hair.

...I think it 's already clear, but both the top and bottom are completely smooth , LOL :^

I - intimacy.

For him, sex is a way to relax, So don't expect much romance.

J - jerk off.

He doesn't need to jerk off, because he has you !:3

K - kink.

When you try to be dominant.

L - location.

Most often your bed, but sometimes you have sex in the shower, and other places that your brain can only think of.

M - motivation.

Spec turns on your moans, sobs, etc... In short, he gets turned on by the sounds that leave your mouth in excitement .

N - no.

He won't share you with anyone. You're only his . He's against quickly sex. AND HE'S AGAINST THE GOLDEN RAIN!!

O - oral.

He likes to give and receive. He doesn't care ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

P - pace.

He has a rough and fast pace. But , Sometimes if you ask well, it can slow down :)

Q - quickly.

No. He likes to enjoy you to the fullest, and not in one round.

R - risk.

Yes , yes , and YES again ! With a 200% probability, you often had sex in public places (like toilets, in the bushes of the park, etc..)

S - stamina.

VERY HIGH !!!! Like, babe, he arrived from Florida to Japan overnight. DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH STAMINA HE HAS?!

T - toys.

Bruh, babe, don't you have enough of his cock and fingers? And so, if you want, then he can try ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

U - unfair.

Is he teasing you? Sure. He can strongly overemulate you , and then not let you cum until you almost beg for it.

V - volume.

He is quite quiet, at most you hear from him his chuckles, his words when he says something to you and rare sighs .

X - x ray.

I'll buy you a wheelchair. 13'39 inches. He'll tear you up babe, be strong ✊😮‍💨

Y- yearning.

If he's not in jail, then you have sex almost every night .

Z - zzz.

He won't sleep for a long time, watching your sweet sleeping face, and then he'll pass out with you in his arms.

+ THE PROMISED NSWF FIC

You're somehow standing on your feet, because behind you, your "babygirl" named Spec is hammering into your poor ass like a jackhammer...stifled moans and sobs leave your mouth, because of his fast and rough pace, and in the meantime he bends over and leaves a couple more hickeys on your already bitten neck, and on your shoulders covered with bites and hickeys. Your walls are clamped around him, and for the umpteenth time this evening you come in such a way that everything turns white in your eyes, tears flow from your eyes once again, and you almost fall. But the powerful grip of your "babygirl" does not let you fall. Fortunately. And you can hear the familiar chuckle and voice above your ear.

Heh, baby, apparently you won't be able to walk tomorrow because of me... But, I'll help you, don't worry.

And he ends his words by leaving a kiss on your face wet with sweat and tears, looking into your already reddened eyes (your eye color) with a grin, continuing to hammer into you. Soon his thrusts somehow became even stronger , apparently bruises will appear on your poor thighs because of him. His face fell on your forearm, and after a couple more strong and deep thrusts, he cums (in a condom, of course, you both don't need children) biting your forearm, with a quiet sigh. And then, with a chuckle, he pulls away , still holding you . After all, he doesn't want you to fall to the floor here and now, takes off the condom , tying and throwing it away, and after admiring what he did to you a little, says.

Bhahah ! Dear, I see you can barely stand on your feet, I'll help you a little ;)

And then , your beloved BIG WAIFU helps you wash up , and then wipes you off and goes to sleep with you , hugging you to him >3

BRUH , sorry for this cringe , babes, this is the first time I've written something in this format 😅😮‍💨

[tonberry-yoda]

Hey there :) please could I request headcanons of gyro, Johnny and Diego having a crush on an insecure reader 💙

Gyro, Johnny, and Diego having a crush on an insecure reader

notes - hey there!! heck yeah you can!! sbr is my love and my everything and I love these guys, so I am more than happy to write this for you <3333 I really hope you enjoy and thank you so much for the request <33

Gyro

this man fell for you immediately when he saw you at one of the rest stops at the race

you were feeding your horse and fixing up some injuries you had gotten a little while ago

he finally built up the courage to walk up to you

he took your hand in his and pressed a kiss onto your knuckles and sat down, explaining that he was a doctor and could help you out

you let him, seeing as you were doing a pretty shitty job lol

he got right to it and started up some conversation with you

the both of you talked for a while and finally, when he finished up, he told you that he thought you were stunning

you flushed, immediately denying it

when i tell you the man was SO CONFUSED

he kept insisting that he would love to ride together, but you kept trying to explain that you definitely weren't good enough or pretty enough for someone like him

again, the man was so confused

you were so stunning and you were over here saying the complete opposite???

he thought you were joking, but the way you were fiddling with the bottom of your shirt showed that you meant what you said

he leaned down and smiled at you, his golden teeth glowing in the hot desert sun

and told you that he didn't care what you said, you were going to ride next to him this round and that you were beautiful in his eyes

the way you were blushing omfg

the man has charm

and slowly, he helps your insecurity dwindle <3

Johnny

jokes on you, he's just as insecure

you're both super shy when you meet each other

you're signing up for the race and accidentally bump into Johnny while he's in his wheelchair and omfg you feel so awful

like you literally feel like the worst human being in the whole world

you apologize PROFUSOLY and Johnny forgives you immediately, even apologizing to you

he couldnt help but think how cute you were though when you ended up leaving with a bright red face of embarassment

he thought that would be the end of seeing you too, but no, he ended up next to a saloon where you had a small drink

he came over to you with a smile and offered to buy your next drink

you insisted that he didnt and instead told him that you could buy his drink

you ended up buying each other a drink and sitting in silence just sharing time together

finally, johnny worked up the courage to tell you that he thought you were cute

your face flushed pink and you denied it, telling him that he was cute

which he denied as well

but then that accidently blossomed the best relationship in the world <333

Diego

this man thinks he's hot shit

needing to win this race and crap

and then he met you

oh my god you had the man blushing every lap when he would see you

he watched you kick ass and get a stupidly high ranking

he knew he should've thought of you as the enemy but oh my god you had that man's face red all the time

he finally came up to talk to you one day, telling you he thought you were talented, but you denied it???

he nearly lost his shit???

he was like... what?

he was giving you a compliment and you didnt take it, the man felt hurt

he was explaining how you had almost beat him in a couple rounds and you just listened to him, staring at his cute face, feeling your face heat up

no matter how much he explained it, you kept denying, which made him super upset lol

he scoffed and told you to realize your talent before storming off

he just didnt want to blush around you, that's all <3

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[casualaruanienjoyer]

Could you perhaps write a post-war Levihan, but in which they go over their feelings for one another? (Or they don't, and they kind of half-discuss it. I think writing characters talking about romance is one of the easiest ways to practice difficult dialogue)

Hello Anon! I'm surprised with how many people request Levihan, I didn't know it was such a popular ship!!

I like your idea, I think I'll incorporate it with the little story (?) that I have going on about Hange and Levi post rumbling if you don't mind! Read here for part 1, part 2 and a bit of extra.

Levihan: On their way back to the tent there's silence. It's so silent that you can actually hear the wind lifting up dush from the reddish ground of Fort Salta. They haven't said a single word to eachother since "the thing", as Hange addressed it.

Levi thinks it's kind of odd, how silent she has been since then. He feels somewhat amused. Was it really that easy to make her shut up? Had he known, he would have kissed her a long time ago.

He does nothing to conceal a small smirk on his lips. He doesn't have to, Hange is trying her best to look everywhere else but him. She's been focusing on pushing his wheelchair steadily.

"Oi" he says, waving his hand. "How long are you going to stay quiet for?"

Hange jumps as if the chair had electrocuted her. "WH-WHAT?! You talking to me??"

"Who else is there to talk to?"

"I-I guess you're right, haha" she takes hold of the handles again, but doesn't move an inch. "I'm sorry, my thoughts are quite overwhelming"

"It's usually your mouth that's (and he air quoted) quite overwhelming. If you want to say something, just say it." He sighs. "Being quiet like that is not like you, it's creeping me out". His voice is monotone, but warm.

"Right. Sorry. I'm just a bit confused." She passes a hand through her hair. "I never knew you thought of me that way" then suddenly slaps her face with both hands in an overly dramatic manner as if to snap herself out of a dream. "I mean hell yeah! But also, whaat?? Why did you kiss me?? Also, ME?? WHY ME??"

"Aand there she is, the real Hange's back alright" he mutters, missing the silence from before.

They arrive back at their tent. "Look, we can talk more about it inside. My ass hurts from sitting in this chair for too long"

Hange laughs, and proceeds to help him settle down on the makeshift mattresses inside the tent. They're not the best, but it sure is better than sleeping on the ground.

She turns on a little oil lamp and falls back on her own mattress. They've been sleeping like this for a while now.

"So, Levi, I need a LOT of answers. But I think you already know that" she turns towards him.

Levi sighs, adding another makeshift pillow behind his head. "Right..." But a few minutes pass and he doesn't continue. He doesn't quite know what to say or how to say it. Eventually, he speaks.

"Hange, we've known eachother for a very long time..." he starts and Hange listens carefully.

"I don't know anyone else that understands me the way you do. I think you get what I mean". Hange nods.

"You talk a lot, way too much most of the time. You can be annoying, and your obsession for titans disturbs most people." He continues, and Hange's brows furrow. "Hey, that's not ni-"

"Shh, I'm not done" he lifts a finger, and there's silence again. "However, you are also determined, kind, skilled and a great friend to me..." His hand reaches out for hers to hold again like they have been ever since the end of the world. "I'd like to have you close. You're the only thing I have left" at that his hand squeezes hers, and he turns to look her in the eye. Hange is beyond surprised. It takes her a few seconds to process his words.

"Who would have thought all it takes for you to go soft is for the world to end" Hange said with a big laugh.

"Are you... laughing at my feelings?" His tone sounds almost threatening. But he's not serious.

"Absolutely not! In fact, I feel the same about you." She squeezes his hand in return. "And who else's gonna take care of you but me, hmmmm? I gotta make sure no one tries to roll your chair off a cliff or something." She laughs, and Levi sighs.

"Aand you've ruined the moment".

[u10como]

First time posting my writing on Tumblr along the usual DeviantArt. I'm no writer and english isn't my first language, so please, be mindful of that. Anyway, i hope you might enjoy it anyway.

This story is a sort of prequel/explanation to this picture: https://www.tumblr.com/u10como/739614288736632832?source=share

Jane and Roxy

Sam and Jane stoped in front of a rehab clinic. Mere month after the septic shock which took both of her arms and her left leg, Jane's residual limbs were still sore and swollen,unable to be fitted with prostheses yet, but she was recomended to commence with her rehabilitation as soon as possible to gain dexterity in her remaining limb. She was dressed in a shorts and plain, light blue T-shirt, it's left sleeve limp against her body and just a tip of her sole arm stump peeking out of the right one. Her single foot was bare, holding between her toes a joystick which operated her electric wheelchair. Sam was standing next to her, dressed in jeans and white polo shirt. Turning from the clinic's door to Jane, he asked:

"Are you sure you want to go alone?"

"No. But i feel like it's for the better, you know?" replied Jane, looking up at him from her wheelchair. "Don't worry, the people there are professionals."

"As you wish. But if you changed your mind be sure to ask them to call me and i'll be here as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, i'll be fine. After all, i'm here to learn to handle myself, so i feel like calling you in the first time i encountered struggle would be cheating."

"Okay then. I'll be here to pick you up in four hours?"

"You're the best. I love you!"

As they kiss goodbye, Jane pushed the joystick of her wheelchair to the side, turned around and entered the building. inside, a young receptionist looked up from her screen to greet Jane. "Welcome. Miss Walsh i believe? 8:30 appointment for post-traumatic amputation rehab?"

"Hello, yes, that's me."

"Okay, down this hall, third door to the right. The door's automatic, so just roll close enough and it should open, if not, feel free to call me."

As the door opened before Jane, she saw a room which looked like a cross between gym and medical facility, with a large mat in the middle, parallel bars in far right corner and racks full of excercising equipment along the wall to the left. To the right she saw a woman roughly her age, missing both legs above her knees and right arm just below elbow sitting in old hospital issue wheelchair. Jane turned towards her and as her wheelchair slowly drove closer, it's motor gently whirring, the other woman looked up and smiled.

"Oh, Hi! I was starting to worry i'm going to be alone here today. I'm Roxy!" she said, cheerfully offering her left hand for a handshake "Yeah, i know it's awkward to shake a left hand, but what can i do about it?"

"I'm Jane, but...ahem..." said Jane, shrugging her shoulders to emphasise her missing arms, "I'm not sure what to do now..."

"Give me a foot, silly! At least yours is a right one, you know? Come on!" said Roxy cheerfully.

"Well, *sigh* okay then..." replied Jane shyly as she slowly extended her foot for Roxy to shake. Roxy immediately grabed the offered foot with her left hand and shook it.

"Now, that's more like it! Wow, are you moisturizing? You foot feels so soft!"

"Thank you... My boyfriend does that for me actually, i can't do much myself, you know..."

"Wow, he's a keeper. And don't worry, few weeks here and you'll forget you ever needed more than one limb to do things. I almost did already. But in my case, i kinda had to, living alone and all..."

"Oh, that must have been rough."

"Well, coping wasn't the bad part, you know? Being ditched by my bitch of an ex for not being perfect enough anymore? That really hurt."

"Oh, i'm so sorry to hear that, i didn't mean to remind you..."

"Nah, that's okay, screw her, i'm badass and i don't need her sorry ass, you know?"

"Good morning ladies", greeted them the rehab nurse, "I see we have a new face here today - miss Walsh i presume?" Jane noded. "Allright then, since you're new here i'll be focusing on you today to introduce you to the routines. Mis Jensen, you can move up to the parallel lines

and put on your training legs, you know the drill already."

Jane's excercises focused mostly on gaining dexterity in her remaining leg and foot. From time to time she took a peek at Roxy, waddling in her short, kneeless prosthetics with large circular pads instead of feet. She hoped she'll be fitted with her own prostetic leg soon, but her leg stump was still way too sensitive. Roxy caught her look and winked at her with a big cheerful smile. Jane wondered how the girl can be so cheerful all the time - losing three limbs was hard enough for Jane, so she couldn't even imagine being this optimistic if she also suffered through a break-up like Roxy did.

After finishing their respective routines, the nurse asked them whether they need help showering or feel like they can handle themselves. "I'm fine, thank you!" said Roxy, taking off the training legs before she rapidly scooted off towards the showers, using her single arm and her butt to move forward. "I... think i'll handle myself, thank you." said Jane, determined to become independent as soon as possible. "As you wish, but should you need a help, feel free to use the bell to call me up."

Hopping on her single foot, Jane made her way to the showers where Roxy was already taking her clothes off. At that moment, Jane realized her mistake.

"Oh, damn it... I better call the nurse..."

"What's the matter? Oh..." asked Roxy and immediately figured the answer. "That's allright, come over here, i'll help you."

"You sure? i mean... i don't want to bother you..."

"Don't worry, you don't. I wouldn't offer you my help if i feelt bothered by it." said Roxy with a smile and patted the seat next to herself. Jane hopped closer and shakily crouched with her butt over the bench next to Roxy, dropping the last eight inches to a sit.

"There you go. So, will you try to do it yourself first and leave the tricky parts to me, or should i start?"

"I'm barely a week home from hospital, so i guess the 'tricky parts' cover pretty much everything i guess. *sigh* Allright, then, go ahead."

Grabbing Jane's shirt by the collar, Roxy slipped it over her head easily without any arms in the way. She then pulled down Jane's shorts low enough for Jane to kick them off. As Roxy unhooked her bra, Jenny felt vulnerable and helpless, unable to cover herself. Setting the bra carefully on the shirt, Roxy noticed Jane's nipple piercings and smiled.

"Wow, didn't take you for a kinky one! I like those!"

"Yeah... I had them done before... you know... Now they just look dumb on a pathetic cripple like me..."

"Hey, whoah, don't say that! You are beautiful and don't you ever think otherwise!"

"Thanks... You sound a little like Sam now..."

"Which just shows i'm right. And as i said before - he's a keeper. Now, let's get those panties off and get to the showers, shall we?"

After Roxy set off Jane's panties on the pile of her other clothes, they each entered one of the neighboring shower stalls and sat on the stools inside. Jane reached with her foot for the lever tap and set the water temperature before she grabbed the soap bar and soaped herself everywhere she could reach with her sole foot.

"Uhh... Roxy? Could i ask you one more favor?"

"Sure, Jane, What is it?"

Could you come over and soap up my back?"

"Only if you do the same for me. I might have an arm, but believe it or not, i used to be right handed just three months ago."

Jane heard the water in Roxy's stall stop and a soft thud as Roxy dropped down from her stool. "Gotta bring the seat along, i don't think we would both fit on one, would we?" Said Roxy and by small increments, pulled the stool and herself one after another into Jane's stall. Setting the stool right next to Jane's she climbed atop it and smiled.

"That's more like it. I guess i wouldn't reach you from down there and i wasn't sure you would be able to stand up if i asked you to sit on the floor. Now, pass me the soap and turn around."

As Roxy took the soap from Jane's foot, she started soaping up her back and massaging it using both her hand and stump. "Oooh, that's great," exclaimed Jane, stretching her shoulder blades and twirling her sole short arm stump in delight. "Where did you learn this?"

"It used to be my trade back when i still had both arms. It's still all up there in my head, but who would pay for one armed masseuse anyway..."

"Well, i certainly would! Okay, my turn now. I don't think i can remotely match that experience, but let me soap you up real nice." said Jane, grabbed the soap bar with her foot and started rubbing Roxy's back with it.

"We make a pretty good team, don't we?" asked Roxy

"I can't take much credit for it. I'm such a mess. I mean, if it wasn't for you i would still stand outside unable to undress myself..."

"That's gonna improve, trust me. You should have seen me the first few weeks after losing my dominant arm. Give it a little time and you'll get much better."

"Except i lost both arms, remember?"

"You still got your leg. You know what i would give for one of those? And with a little training you'll soon handle it just like an arm, i mean, my back can already testify you're pretty gentle with it even now, so i'm sure you'll get even better over time. Hell, you might even eventually have better handwriting that i can ever hope for if you were right handed before."

"...Handwriting?"

"Oops, sorry... Footwriting? Is that a word?"

"It better be, i'm gonna need to have it after all", said Jane with a hearty laugh, a rare occasion in the last month of her life.

"Hey," grinned Roxy, turning to face Jane, "You know you're way prettier when you smile like that?"

"Are you hitting on me?" asked Jane.

"Well, normally i totally would, you're pretty much my type, but seeing you're taken and into guys, i'll pass. I'm no home wrecker you know?"

"Who said i'm only into guys?, asked Jane.

"Fair enough. Still, the last thing i would want to do would be wrecking such a strong, genuine relationship as yours. I kinda envy you, you know?"

"Don't worry, you still can find somebody. I saw you being fitted for prosthetics, i bet a badass sexy cyborg like you can't have much trouble scoring a girlfriend."

"You never dated a girl now, did you?"

"Well, there was this one time in college... Yeah, i guess a week long rebound doesn't really count. Allright, i didn't actually. Not that i never had options, but guys were usually easier to deal with."

"See? That's exactly what i'm talking about."

"You seemed to me pretty extroverted earlier when we met, why can't you just play that confident, outgoing, cheerful card in a bar somewhere?"

"Eh, i'd wish. Truth is, i felt confident only because you're first person since that car wreck who was pretty much on par with me physically. I wouldn't be nowhere near as confident otherwise, trust me. Also, being trained for a pair of legs and being able to afford some really nice pair are two things, you know?"

"So you won't get any?"

"I already ordered a pair of basic ones, spent my last dough on them, actually. I have money for a week long stay in a motel downtown where i moved after my ex dumped me. After that? I'll probably board a coach bus to live with my parents. But that's not important right now." said Roxy, her worries surfacing through her confident faccade. "Come on, let's dry ourselves and i'll help you get dressed, i'm sure your boyfriend is already waiting for you."

As Roxy dressed both of them, Jane suddenly got an idea

"Hey, i was thinking... How do you even get home from here?"

"I have this old wheelchair borrowed from here. It's far from easy operating it with one hand, but better than scooting all the way on my behind you know?"

"Why don't you borrow mine, then? Just snap off the clamp holding the joystick to the footrest and put it wherever you're comfortable."

"Wow, for real? But how about you?"

"I have a leg, i can hop along, it's not that far. Sam is waiting just outside, he'll drive us home."

"Us?"

"Sure, aren't you coming along?"

"If you insist. Beats taking the bus any day, thanks a lot!"

"Don't mention it. Come on, let's not keep Sam waiting."

As they said goodbye to the nurse and receptionist, they approached the door where Sam was already waiting for Jane.

"Wow, your boyfriend is hot." said Roxy.

"I thought you're into girls?" asked Jane

"Well... Mostly, but not exclusively. Damn, sorry, now i must sound like i'm coming after your boyfriend."

"A little. But you were hitting on me first, so i guess it's okay. We'll have to share you, that's all..."

"Ha ha ha... Wait a minute a what now?"

"I'm joking, don't worry. But you told me you'll have nowhere to live in a week. If you want, i can negotiate with Sam and you'll be staying with us."

"Even after i kinda... you know, shown interest in both of you?"

"Well, that might actually be a plus, you know?" said Jane, still slowly hopping along next to Roxy. "You're the only person besides Sam who seemed to be genuinely interested in me after all this happened to me. That seems to me well worth having you around. And i have a hunch Sam won't be against it - More than just a hunch, actually."

"Okay then... I'm not getting myself caught in a sex cult now, am i?" Asked Roxy with an awkward smile.

"Nah. No cult here. And sex only when all involved parties consciously agree. And even then - let's give Sam a little time to get used to the idea before we overwhelm him, shall we?"

"You're serious then? We just met like four hours ago and you want me to move in with you?"

"I'm not pressuring you into anything, we can drop you off at your motel if you want, just know there's an option..."

"Where do i sign?"

[cute-bag-of-bones]

Can't Trust A Supe

Part 12: Homelander Apology

Masterlist

Warnings: Just general obsessive behavior and some abuse.

        

    My hand shook as I held the note. I was so delicate with it like it might disintegrate in my touch. It was written on a flimsy napkin. All it said was left couch cushion. 7777 Love uncle Billy. It was short and sweet. I knew if I got up now Homelander would hear. The wait for my captor to sleep was always the worst. I never knew if he was going to come into my room to just stand and stare. 

         Soon I was pretty sure he was asleep. I couldn't hear his footsteps in his room. My crutches were nowhere to be seen and my wheelchair was at the table. I was going to have to crawl. 

          The humiliating act was worth seeing what Billy had done to the cushion. I got to the living room with minimal noise. I patted the cushion and nothing happened. So I lifted it, taped on the bottom of the cushion was a smartphone. I couldn't believe my eyes at first. How did they get in his penthouse? It had to be when we were at the party. 

          I crawl back to my room and close the door fully. Naively I pull the covers over my head as if it would hide me. It had a pass code, I typed in the code on the note and the phone opened. Inside there was only one contact, it was one number under the name (Limey Prick). I sent it a text.

        "Hello?"

        "Turn your phone on silent then facetime." I turn the ringer off and then I call. It rang for 3 rings then picked up. In the frame was a shady looking ceiling. The phone shook as Billy came into frame. He just grinned and ended the call. 

         It was probably just to check I was the one they were talking to. I received a text shortly after. 

       "We are working on something big. Are you whole?"

       "Mostly, when can you get me?" 

       "We are working on it. I saw the news. I need you to do a little undercover work for your uncle Billy. 😈" Oh God, who taught him how to use emojis? Was he serious? I can't stay here for one second longer.

        "No, I need to get out of here. He broke my ankle. He's going to do alot worse. I need you to get me out."

        "No can do. Your name is public, to millions of his cocksucking fans you are his daughter. We can use that to undermine all of Vaught, not just him."

       "I'm not his daughter though!"

       "I know that cunt, you have a golden opportunity. Homelander America's hero, isn't going to hurt his daughter who's in the public eye. His need for power and frame just handed you your biggest weapon against him." I hated that Billy was making sense. I knew where this was going. 

       "You want me to stay with him. You are going to leave me with this animal?"

        "I didn't give you to him. You got caught. I'm looking at the silver lining, we can't get your ass out of there yet. It's too risky. Play the public against him, kiss ass till I say. I promise you we will pull you out before anything goes to hell. Trust your uncle Billy. Only use this phone at night to update me and the boys, better hide it well you're not getting another. Delete all of the conversation as soon as we get done talking. Text me tomorrow night." I wanted to cry, I had built my hopes up so high. I thought this was my saving grace. I thought I was getting out.

        With tears in my eyes I deleted all our texts and looked for somewhere to hide the damn thing. I thought about just calling the press. I had the phone, I had the ability to but I'd have no protection. Only the boys could stop Homelander and if I fuck up Billy's plans there is no way he'd hide me. I'd just have to play along for a bit. Even if it killed me.

        Using the wall I shuffle my way to the desk. I take some tape from the art kit in the room and tape the phone under one of the drawers. My cast started to slip out from under me and I pulled down a cup of pencils as I fell. I froze in place. Homelander's bed frame creaked as he rolled over. 

         "Simone?" He called from the other room. I had to think of something quick. If I made him get out of bed to check he'd be pissed. I dragged myself to the hall and used his door frame to pull myself up. My ankle was a blaze with pain as I put weight on it. I pushed his door open and looked into his dimly lit room. 

         "I had a nightmare." I say softly. He was laying on his side looking at me. I could tell he was trying to see my game. "I'm going to go back to bed sorry for waking you."

       "If you are scared you can sleep in bed with me. Come lay down." He pulled down the covers for me to get in. He even slept in his suit. What a fucking weirdo.

        "No, I'm fine. I'm not scared I was just startled." 

        "I said come lay down." His tone darkened and I knew he wasn't offering, he was demanding. I couldn't argue with him but sharing a bed with this unstable individual didn't sound like a good idea. He patted the spot next to him growing impatient. 

         I nod and use the wall to hobble my way to the tall bed. It was huge. California king, it was at least 3 ½ feet off the ground. It was a bitch to climb up in. Finally I was able to hoist my leg high enough to roll in. One good thing about such a big bed was I could have lots of space from Homelander.

         The far right side of the bed, facing away from him seemed like the safest spot from him. I took the pillow I was using and put it between us. He chuckles and puts it back at the top of the bed.

        "Don't be so dramatic, I'm not going to hurt you." He says as he pulls me to him. I try to dig my fingertips into the edge of the bed but of course that does nothing to stop him. He wraps his arms around my body. One across my waist and the other just under my arms around my chest. 

        "This is too close." I say as I try to wiggle free from him. He buried his face in my hair and took a deep breath. He wasn't trying to be subtle about his creepy behavior, he didn't have to be. How was I going to stop him?

         "You even smell like her…" He whispers as he nozzles his face deeper. I froze up yet again. I was fairly sure he didn't want me in any other way than as a daughter, but the way his voice sounded made my stomach drop. 

          Crying was all I could think to do. He seemed to not want me near him when I cried so maybe he would have the same reaction this time. 

          I start to sob and he lifts his head from my hair. I thought it had worked. 

          "Poor thing that nightmare really did scare you. It's alright, your Homelander is here." My sob became a gag as he spoke. He laughed a little and let go of me. "Goodnight, angel face." He said as he rolled over and gave me some space. He was just fucking with me again. My nerves couldn't take much more of his games. 

        Even though I was freezing there was no way I was going to get under the covers with him. 

        At some point I fell asleep. It wasn't a restful night, I kept waking up half panicked and checking where he was in the bed. He never got closer than his back touching mine. 

        The next time I woke up to look for Homelander he was gone. There wasn't a trace of him in the room. I heard voices in the living room speaking. My crutches were resting against the nightstand. Those were not there last night. 

        Using them I made my way to the living room. Homelander was talking to an older man. 

         "Oh good Simone, this is Stan Edgar. He's the big cheese around these parts." Homelander was trying to sound cheerful but I could hear the venom in his words. 

        "Good to finally meet you Simone, your father here seemed to have been hiding you away for some time." Edgar said this like it was a joke but he had no idea how right he was.

         "You could say that." I say with a chuckle as I shake his hand. He looked down at my cast. 

         "Wow you really don't have your father's strength." I look down at it as well. 

          "Oh yeah, it should be healed soon though. Is it a problem? I was looking forward to getting out there and doing my part as soon as possible." I say as I take a seat at the table with the men. Homelander gives me a look. He was likely wondering why I was so eager all of a sudden I needed to tone it down a bit.

       "No, not at all. You are polling great with teens and young adults, actually and no one's even seen you in your suit yet. I think the cast works for you. Real underdog story, you are more fragile than the average supe, it's relatable, inspirational almost. The child of Homelander can get a broken bone. It gives an element of danger when you go out there. The creative team is very excited to flush out your image more." Edgar said as he poured himself some tea. 

        "Sure, the kids got a bit of a glass jaw but do you really think marketing her as just like a human is a good idea. She's powerful, she has so much potential as a full fledged 7 member. She's a real killer, Stan." Homelander was quick to question the idea. Something about his pseudo child being portrayed as an everyday Joe rubbed him the wrong way.

        "Oh I have no doubt She's a killer given who her mother and father are." His friendly exterior dropped as he sipped his tea. It was like someone pressed pause on Homelander and I. It was funny seeing him get tripped up the way I do. 

        "I don't kno-"

        "Don't play dumb Homelander, it's pathetic. Did you really think I didn't recognize her? That's Alphonse Bishop's kid through and through. Luckily for her I don't believe that the sins of the father should affect the child. That being said I'm sure she is not against a little blood shed to get her why, just like her thief of a mother." Both Homelander and I had a physical reaction to his slander of my mom. 

        "Are you going to tell on me, Stan? She should have been my kid. It's only right I took her in." Homelander said, getting defensive. Edgar looked across the table at me. He didn't seem pleased. 

         "No, don't be so short sighted. If I sell you out the press might start looking deeper into the unpleasantness at the bishop family compound. I'd be implicated in a massive cover-up. I can't have that. I don't care what you are doing with her. So long as she is there with a smiling face for the camera's. What I don't understand is; You have a biological son, why keep her around? Don't tell me it's because of her mother." This asshole talked so callously about a slaughter. I wanted to pop his ribcage in but I knew that wouldn't help me any. Not yet at least. There was a more pressing matter. 

        "You have a son?" I ask looking up at a seething Homelander.

        "It was supposed to be a surprise, Stan. She was going to meet him today. And why I keep her is between me and myself."

          "This is very messy, Homelander. Very foolish. I expect better of you. She's not Diana, you killed her remember? Like a pestilent child you threw a tantrum. That we all had to clean up for you." Was Edgar trying to get him to snap? What was he thinking? 

        Homelander picked up his fists to slam on the table but stopped himself as he stared at Edgar. He slowly brought them down and rested them on his thighs. 

         Edgar didn't look worried in the slightest. He was just a man, how could he feel safe talking to Homelander like that? If I didn't hate him so much I'd almost admire him.

        "If you guys hadn't fired her she would have never ran off with that Unabomber wannabe." Homelander say through gritted teeth.

         "Oh please, you know as well as anyone she was seeing Alphonse long before we had to fire her for stealing vials of compound V. You couldn't stand the idea of someone not wanting you anymore so you killed her. That's on you." Edgar didn't mince words when speaking. I wanted to interject to defend my family but  he was starting to fill in some pieces of information I never knew.  

          "No! I had to! She was throwing away her life with him! I told her to come back with me. I begged her,  sh-" Edgar interrupted him.

         "And she decided she would rather die than be with you. I know it all is probably so tragic for you. My heart bleeds for you, honestly Homelander but that doesn't change what you did. It was no one else's fault but your own." Homelander's eyes glowed red. I was sure I was about to witness a murder. Edgar just looked at him. 

          He had to have some kind of fail-safe put into place otherwise he wouldn't be so bold. I wasn't sure what it could be but it had to be solid. No sane man would talk this way to Homelander without an airtight plan in the event of his death. 

          "He's not worth it. You might win the battle but the war would be his." I say softly looking over at Homelander. He must have agreed because his eyes went back to normal. 

       "Look at that she's got her mother's wit as well. Lucky you." Edgar said as he stood up. "I'll be in touch. Everything is all set for her to join Vaught officially." He pulled a pen from his suit jacket and got out a contract of some kind from his briefcase. He laid it down in front of me and handed me the pen. 

         "Go ahead, my team already looked at it. Mr. Edgar was very generous on the conditions." Homelander says never taking his eyes from him. Homelander's face twitched with anger. He wanted to kill him so badly it was palpable. 

         Edgar didn't seem to care death himself was chomping at the bit to end his life. He was a poisoned piece of meat just waiting for a rabid dog like Homelander to eat it. I was certain killing him would cause a bigger problem for us both. 

          I signed as soon as Homelander gave the okay. Edgar took his pen and contract and tucked them away. Part of me couldn't help but to feel like I just signed away my soul. 

       "It's going to be a pleasure working with you. We are going to make a lot of money together." Edgar says as he shakes my hand. 

        Stan Edgar left soon after thanking Homelander for the hospitality. I have never seen Homelander look so helpless. If it was anyone else I might want to root for him. That Edgar guy was so pompous and sure of himself it made my skin crawl.  

        Homelander just sat looking out the window for a while. I wasn't sure if I should act like nothing happened. I wasn't sure I could. 

         "So you have a kid? Like one that's related to you?" 

         "Yep" He said with a slight nod. He was thinking about something. Probably fantasizing about how he'd kill Edgar if given the chance. 

         "You said I was going to meet them? That might cheer you up." I said as I leaned back in the chair. He finally gave up on his staring contest with himself in the window's reflection and looked at me. 

        "You are interested in meeting my boy?" I just nod. If he was treating him anything like me, maybe some solidarity between victims would be good for us. I could get this kid some help if Billy ever gets me out of here. 

          Homelander smiled at me and nodded back. He stood up and handed me my crutches. "Go get around. We can leave as soon as you are ready." I was so surprised by how his mood changed just by offering to go see his son. 

          I took the crutches and got around like I was told. I couldn't help but wonder what a son of Homelander would be like. What if he was as cruel as his father, as if that was even possible. 

          We left once I was finished. He said we could have breakfast at his boy's house. He seemed so excited by the idea. We flew over a certain point and Homelander covered my eyes. 

          "No peeking, it's kinda a secret." He said with a playful tone. It wasn't long before he descended from the sky. He pulled his hand away and let me see again. It was a normal house. I wasn't sure what I was expecting but it wasn't this. "I don't have to tell you not to act like a bitch right?" He asked as we walked to the steps. 

           "Of course, I'll behave." I say with a fake grin. He seemed satisfied with my promise and opened the door. The house was so normal. The kind you see on TV in a sitcom. 

         "Honey I'm home!" He called through the house. A woman poked her head around the corner. 

         "I thought we talked about you not just dropping by. Who's she?" She asked as he looked me up and down. 

         "This is my daughter Simone. Remember when I told you I had experience with kids? I figured she and Ryan should get to know each other." He said as he walked further into the living room. The woman looked scared and uncomfortable. She folded her arms and looked at me. She was trying to figure out what I was; can she be trusted? 

        "Why would they need to know each other? Who's your mom?" The last part was clearly directed at me. 

         "Because they are half siblings, Becca, that's why. And don't worry about who her mom is. She was the love of my life. That's all you need to know. Now where is my boy?" He asked as he looked around the general area as if his son might be hidden somewhere.

         Whenever Homelander would turn his back Becca and I would stare at each other. It was becoming increasingly obvious she was just as much of a captive as me. 

          "He's in the back." Becca finally answered. She turned and opened a sliding glass door. Homelander and I followed. Outside playing with a ball and mit was a young blonde boy. He looked just like Homelander; it was almost uncanny. 

            "Hey Ryan. I want you to meet someone. This is Simone, my daughter. Simone, this is Ryan." Homelander said with a big grin. I look at Homelander then back at this boy. He seemed hesitant as well. 

           I have to take the initiative and hold out my hand. 

            "Hey, nice to meet you." I say as I look at him almost pleadingly. I knew Homelander would get restless if we took too long. 

          "Right, hi." He said as he finally took my hand. 

          "I like your shirt." I say trying to make small talk. Ryan looks down at his shirt then back to me with a wide grin.

         "Thanks, it's my favorite show! You know it?" 

          "Of course I do!" I say with a chuckle. I didn't have a clue what cartoon was on his shirt but he seemed to be happy so I wasn't going to pop his bubble. 

        "Look at you two! Already best friends. Ryan, she's like your big sister. She just has a different mom." Homelander said as he patted me on the back. Ryan looked up at me with stars in his eyes. He looked like he was actually happy to have me as a sister. It felt kinda nice. 

        "Sweet! Wanna play catch with me and hom- I mean dad?" He seemed a little embarrassed he almost called him Homelander. Before I could answer, Homelander stopped me. 

        "Oh no kido she's not like us. She has different powers. We don't want her getting hurt any more." He said as he pointed down to my cast and crutches. 

          "Oh…. What can you do?" He asked, sounding disappointed. I hated that fucking question at least there wasn't many people around for him to make me demonstration on. Come to think of it, this culdesac didn't have any people walking around. It was eerily quiet. It was a gorgeous day out and the next door neighbor wasn't in their pool, no one was walking any dogs. 

          "Well champ she has a really cool power she'll show you some other time." Homelander said, looking down at me. He was trying to protect Ryan. He really seemed to care for him in his own fucked up way.

       "I'm making pancakes. You wanna help Simone?" Becca called from the sliding glass door. I looked at Homelander who looked a little annoyed but he still nodded. 

        "Yeah sure, I'll talk to you later Ryan." I said as I walked inside. Ryan waved before starting to play with his dad. 

        Becca smiled at me and motioned for me to come closer. I gave her a strange look but obliged. She held her hand down to her side. Inside was a little bit of paper. I make sure Homelander was still focused on Ryan before taking it. 

          Written in shaky handwriting, the note was simple.

         You here willingly? It confirmed my suspension, he took them as well. I shake my head no as I stare at her. She looked like she might cry. She nodded slowly and lit a blunt on the stove top. We turn our backs to the window as she takes a drag then hands it to me. We didn't have to say much. There wasn't a lot to say. Not a lot we could say either with him right outside. 

        We passed the blunt around a few times before she snuffed it and finished up the pancakes. They had blueberries just like the ones he made in the morning. 

        "Oh you like blueberry pancakes too?" I ask out loud deeming it inconspicuous enough.  

         "Fucking hate them. But him and Ryan like them." She says as she hands me plates to set the table with. She waves her hand at me to get my attention then mouths "You really his?" While motioning her head towards Homelander. I shake my head no again. Her nose wrinkles up a bit in disgust as she shakes her head. "Sick bastard." She whispers just as Homelander and Ryan walk in. 

        "What was that?" Homelander asked as he took a seat across from Ryan. 

         "Nothing, just chatting. Here, sit down, Simone." She says as she kisses Ryan on the forehead before giving him a pancake. I sit down next to Homelander begrudgingly. At least Becca wouldn't have to if you did. 

         Homelander talked while we all ate. Even Ryan seemed hesitant around him. On some level he could tell his dad was a monster. Kids are smart, they pick up on when one parent is scared of the other. 

         It probably wasn't right but I had to know it's it was probable. looked through Ryan using my vision. He seemed to be in perfect health. I wonder if he was as strong as Homelander. I knew he had his dad's powers but maybe because he wasn't fully grown I'd be able to do something. I quickly closed my eyes, what was wrong with me? Was I seriously considering trying to hurt this innocent kid just for a shot at escaping Homelander. 

         "You alright sweetheart?" Homelander asked as he patted back back a bit too hard. My eyes pop open as I nod.

        "Yep, just a headache."

        "Oh no. Ryan, why don't you get your sister an Aleve?" 

         "Sure dad. I'll be right back." He said as he hopped down from his seat and ran to the bathroom. Once he was out of earshot Homelander's face changed. 

         "So why am I a sick bastard?" He asked, looking between Becca and I. She didn't seem shy once her son was out of the room. 

        "Because you kidnapped someone's kid!" Her tone was a mix between a whisper and a shout. Homelander looked at me, I knew I was in some deep shit.

        "Is that what she said? I kidnapped her." 

        "No, of course not. She's not stupid and neither am I. I could see it in her eyes. Where and who are your parents, Simone?" She asked, looking at me. Homelander had a self assured smile. 

       "No go on, tell her. Don't let me stop your guy's little girl talk."

        "They are out of the picture, I'm 18." I say trying to ease her mind as much as I could. 

        "That's even worse Homelander what the fuck she's not-"

         "Found it!" Ryan said as he ran back into the room holding out two Aleve.

          "Thank you so much." I say with a big grin as I take them. He smiled and walked back to his seat. 

           "Good job baby" Becca says as she rubs his back. She kept her eyes on Homelander. She was pretty brave when Ryan was out of the room. She is just trying to protect him, keep him out of it all. She seemed like a good woman. I hated that she was pulled into something like this. I couldn't imagine a lady like her falling for Homelander, well I guess my mom did.

         After breakfast we all played monopoly. We couldn't finish it because Homelander was losing so he decided we all should play battle ship. When Ryan sank his cruiser he quit that as well. It would have been funny if I wasn't scared he'd flip on us all. 

        It was almost time to leave. We were all outside saying our goodbyes. Ryan was pretty sad. I'd imagine so he's probably lonely there doesn't seem to be many kids in the neighborhood. 

         "Alright buddy we are gonna get going. I'll be back soon" Homelander said as he hugged Ryan.

          "Will you bring Simone?" He asked looking up at Homelander. 

        "Well I don't know I'll see. Her leg is pretty bad. Maybe once it's all better." He said as the corner of his lip twitched. Was Homelander seriously mad Ryan wants to see me again?

        "I'll miss you Simone. Make dad bring you along." He said as he gave me a big hug. He almost lifted me off my feet. The little guy really was Homelander's kid. I squeeze him back and laugh. 

       "I'll try, you know how he can be. But I'll miss you too, kid." I say as I look up at Becca. She looked like she was gonna cry again but forced the tears back when Ryan came over to her. 

        "I want a hug too. It was good to meet you." She said as she hugged me as well. Being tormented by the same manchild God will make you bond fast. 

        "Good to meet you too. I'll see you around." I say as I pat her back. 

         "Alright come on its time to go." Homelander said as he grabbed me and lifted off. He wasn't quick enough to cover my eyes and I got a pretty good look at the neighborhood. It looked like it was walled off. He was keeping them insome kind of compound. He covered my eyes after a few seconds and I couldn't see much else. His grip was tight as he flew. I could feel his hand over my eyes tighten ever so often.

        Soon we were home. He sat me down and stood in front of me. He looked pissed. I knew my mistake was being too well liked by his other victims. 

         "Well you three were cozy. The way you girls laughed when I had to pay taxes on monopoly. Really sweet." He had his hands on his hips. I would have laughed at him again if he didn't scare me so much. 

       "I thought I was supposed to behave. Isn't it good Ryan and you ex like me?"

       "She's not an ex we had sex once." He said as his foot tapped. He looked like a mother who just caught their kid sneaking a cookie. 

         "Okay so? It should be good Ryan likes me. Are you jealous?" I asked as I lean back and lift my foot up on the chair in front me to elevate it. Without warning Homelander pushed my leg off the chair making it slam down onto the hardwood floor. I scream and fall out of my chair to hold my ankle. 

           "No of course I'm not jealous of a weakling like you. How dumb are you. I'm his dad. He could never like you more." He sounded horst. I don't even listen to him as I cry and hold my ankle. Walking on it all day made it sore enough but this sent me over the edge. 

         He sucked his teeth as he looked down at me. He picked me up under my arm pits and put me back in my seat. 

         "Stop being such a baby. It doesn't hurt that bad, let me see." He said as he sat down across from me and grabbed my cast and rested it on his leg. 

         "No just stop! It hurts enough!" I yell as I try to pull my leg from him. He used his X-ray vision to look at the bone. I was too busy crying and squirming to watch him. 

        "It doesn't seem broken anymore then before. I'm gonna have the doc come in and suspend this thing from the ceiling so it can be elevated properly. Maybe he'll even put a bolt in the thing to make sure it stays in place."

        "My cast doesn't need a bolt just stop please." I beg as I reach to hold my ankle again. 

         "No I meant a bolt in your bone to hook the suspension up to." He didn't seem to realize why I wouldn't want that.

          "Absolutely not! Just get me a pillow I can elevate it myself no bolt needed. I'm sorry you think your kid likes me more then he likes you but that doesn't mean you can mutilate my ankle further!" He gave me a strange look as I spoke. He shook his head slowly. 

          "I'm not doing this to mutilate you. I want to make sure this is healed up for you." He said as he rubbed a spot below my knee just above the cast where it had been swollen. I squirmed a bit more but gave up on trying to get my leg back. The steady pressure against the swelling almost felt nice but it also was so sore. 

        "Just stop acting like you care. I know you just like to see me suffer." I say as I lean my upper body against the table. He looked almost hurt. 

         "Is that what you think? I mean sure it feels good to hurt you but I don't like that. I really do want you to get better. I don't like seeing this cast on you." He says as his eyes softened. I couldn't take his head games I just lay my head down on the table and give up.

        "Oh and the doc has to come tomorrow anyway. Stan wants you to be chipped." He says as he reaches down to my other foot and takes my shoe off for me. I lift my head up. 

         "What? Like a dog? Why am I getting chipped?"

         "All of the 7 are. It's just for insurance. It goes in your arm." He says as he lifts me up and carries me to my bed.  

         "You have one?" I ask as he gently lays me down. 

         "Nope, my skins too tough." He grabbed a few pillows from the couch and lifts my foot up with them. Vaught really seemed like they had trust issues. I guess I wouldn't trust the 7 either.

          "I meant it you know, I don't like seeing you suffer." Homelander said as he crouched down next to my bed. He's completely ignoring the part where he said he likes to hurt me. I don't want to start a fight so I just agree.

          "Yeah alright."

          "I'm going to watch a movie want me to put it on in here and we can watch it together?" 

           "No thanks. I'm going to just play on the switch or something." I say as I pull out the gift from A-train. Homelander walked to the door before stopping. 

           "Hey you um you did good today. And I'm sorry about your ankle… not the breaking it part but I mean when I pushed it off the chair. That wasn't fair, sorry." I looked up at him stunned. This was the first apology I ever got from him. It wasn't the best, kind of a Homelander apology but he sounded like he meant it. I just nod at him wide eyed. 

        "Yeah no problem no harm done." I say with a small smile. He nods back and grins before walking out. That wasn't like him, it almost scared me more then his normal self. 

        I had to wait till he went to sleep before I could update Billy. He's going to loose it when I tell him about Homelander's kid. Maybe they can find the location and get them out.   

          I looked through my leg. I had to do something about this as well. I'm vulnerable enough, I don't need to be bolted down to a bed for a few weeks. I wasn't sure how good I'd be repairing bone. I stare at the crack in my ankle and try to get the bone marrow to seal it. It feels like a hot poker was pressed against my bone. It never hurts when I heal a cut. I wince and have to stop.

         The fracture did seem to be a bit smaller. If I did this slowly enough I could have this thing fixed in no time. That's not so bad. As always Homelander was my biggest threat. 

        His kindness tonight scared me. He seemed so genuine. He wasn't like that before. What happened?

[jaxteller87]

Where I Need to Be

 had just pulled into the clubhouse after returning from New York to see how everyone’s been. It’s been six months since my parents passed away, and I was feeling particularly down about it. I wanted to stop by to check in on the boys, but more specifically, I wanted to see how Teller was doing. Even though we weren’t dating the whole time I was in NY, I was hoping to spend some time with him dor the few days I was in Charming. When I wheeled into the clubhouse, it was wrecked. They must have had some hell of a party. I made my way past all the garbage, hung over hang-arounds, and knocked on the dorm door. Receiving no answer, I gently pushed it open.

There, I saw my best friend in bed, lighting a cigarette. I looked over to the bathroom and saw Ima standing in the doorway, tits out, with a smile playing on her lips. “Good morning,” she smirked. I looked back at Jax, and I felt the room start to spin. I felt nauseous and dizzy, but of all things, I felt like I was in the right place at the wrong time.

“Well, I’ll leave you guys to whatever it is you were doing,” I said. I meant to simply shut the door, but I put a little too much mustard on it and slammed it instead. I didn’t care, though; I just rolled back out to the bar where Tig was.

“Well, hello there, babydoll; good to see you,” he looked like shit, but Tig usually did when he was surrounded by a dozen Coronoa’s at 1 PM on a Wednesday.

“Hey, Tiggy.”

“What are you drinking, doll face?” he asked, brushing off the table, clearing it of cigarette buts, ashes, peanut shells, and some mysterious fluids I hoped were spilled beer.

“Coke with lime, please,” I smiled and rolled up to the table.

“Did you know Jax was with Ima?” I asked curiously as Tig reached over the bar to grab my drink from the mini-fridge.

“What? He was?”  Tig was a shit liar, and I heard it in his tone before I even had to look in his eyes.

“He did what?” Donna shouted from behind us. I didn’t even know she was there, nor did I hear her come in.

“Yup. I walked into the aftermath a few minutes ago. I opened the door to the dorm room, and there they were.”

“Damn. I’m sorry, bestie,” Donna sat down beside me, “I guess I knew too. Opie said something about it last night, but there was alcohol involved, and I thought he was just talking nonsense. That’s usually all he ever finds at the bottom of the bottle.”

“Well, we all know what Jax found at the bottom of his bottle,” I quipped, “And if you go look, I bet you she’s still in his room getting dressed.”

“Are you okay?” Donna whispered in my ear.

I rested my head on her shoulder. “No, not really,” I whispered back.

Just then, Ima came walking down the hall with the smuggest of smiles. If I could have lept out of my wheelchair to kick her ass, I would have. I think Donna wanted to beat her ass too, but for the sake of keeping it civil, at least for the moment, she just glanced at her with the devil’s eyes.

“If looks could kill,” I heard one of the boys say from the half-packed clubhouse.

I had no right to be angry. We aren’t together anymore, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t sting a little. I don’t know what I expected out of him either; I mean, just because I wasn’t out and about spreading my legs didn’t mean he couldn’t do what he did with— with her. Even thinking her name made me want to throw up in my mouth.

“We could go slash her tires,” Donna whispered.

“Hey, let’s fight nicely, ladies. Keep it to hair pulling and slapping,” Tig winked. “I can get the kiddie pool out of the storage shed, and we can fill it with Jello or pudding, your choice.”

“You’re gross. Has anyone ever told you that?” Donna winced.

“Not today, but it’s early,” Tig blew her a kiss and then went back to his own little world, letting us to our conversation.

“Donna, we aren’t together. He can sleep with whoever he wants,” I dipped my finger into my soda and stirred it around, a clear sign I was feeling overly anxious about the whole ordeal.

“I know, but it’s Ima. He knows better than this,” Donna said. “I love Jax, and I don’t think this was personal, but you really got to think, sweetheart—”

“What’s that?” I asked, sipping my drink.

“He could have any girl, and the ones he can’t have, he could probably find a way to get. Why Ima? Why did he fuck the only one that you’d give a shit about?”

That was true; it did really hurt, but at the same time, I don’t think I would have liked to walk in on him with anyone. I was perfectly fine with the illusion that neither of us was hooking up with anyone else, but I wasn’t ready to do the math right now.

 A few minutes later, Opie walked back the hall, I’m guessing to get Jax. They were only gone a moment before they both came out. Jax looked like he had just gotten out of the shower, and Opie gave Donna and me a little side-eye. I couldn’t tell if he was saying, ‘Have at it’ or ‘Go easy on him,’ but the truth was, I wasn’t looking for a fight. Jax came over and pulled a chair up between Donna and me and sat on it backward like all the teenagers do. He had a shameful, disgusted look on his face, but I couldn’t tell if it was because he felt guilty or if it was the fact that I caught him in the act.

“Hey, how have—”

SLAP!

 Without missing a beat, Donna whacked him upside his head. “Please, for the love of all that’s holy, Teller, tell me you put a hat on little Jax before you jumped into that cesspool,” she said loud enough to garner a look and a scoff from Ima, who was now sitting with two prospects.

“Ow! Christ, Donna! I was horny, I didn’t have a death wish!” he responded. Ima heard that, too, and her mouth dropped to the floor. It was funny, and I smirked, but I didn’t laugh.

Jax looked up at me with those puppy dog eyes and a disappointed look on his face. “Sorry, you walked in on that. Everyone was drinking last night, and honestly, it was a hole in the dark before I realized who it was. Not that it makes it right, but I don’t want you thinking there was a deeper meaning behind it.”

I wasn’t sure if that made me feel better or worse. Just a hole in the dark? Maybe guys just go through it differently than girls. Although, I knew Jax long enough to know when he was full of shit, and this was not one of those times. “Hey, we’re not together anymore. You can sleep with whoever you want.”

Next thing I knew, the two prospects sitting with the queen of the crows had started fist-fighting each other, a scuffle fueled by Ima, no less. Needless to say, Jax had to deal with it, and that was pretty much it.

Later on that evening, I ended up at Jax’s place. I don’t really remember how I got here, but it started with heading out to the park with Donna and Ope. They got hungry so we stopped for burgers, and low and behold, I now found myself sitting on Jax’s porch. Ope had a surprise for Donna and said I could go along if I wanted, but I didn’t want to be a third wheel. Plus, I think they kind of wanted to get Jax and me together to talk about what happened earlier. These two red birds showed up shortly after I got here, and I’ve been infatuated with them while I replayed the past few months in my head. 

“You’re the only face I see,” Teller said, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“Huh?” I said, confused.

“When I’m with someone, you’re the only face I see,” he clarified. “I need you here. This is where you need to be!”

I just rolled my eyes, “Yeah, I’m sure.” I started to lead my chair inside, and he followed right behind, helping me get my wheels over the door ledge. “I can do it, but thanks.”

“I’m not even going to try to explain myself because I already said what it was. I was drunk and stupid, and she was willing and easy.”

“I get it. You don’t need to say shit, really. You’re a big boy, and you can do big-boy stuff with whoever you want. I’m not sure if it would have made a difference, but I just can’t bear the fact that it was Ima. Fuckin Ima, Jax! Maybe I don’t want to see you fucking anybody, or maybe I just don’t want to see you fucking anybody but me, but of all the crows in the nest you got with Ima!” I yelled. I can’t believe I just told him I didn’t want to see him fuck anyone but me.

Before I knew it, he had my face sandwiched between in his hand, and he was kissing me like we were the lead roles in a romance movie, and this was our big, sappy ending. In the heat of the moment, I dug my fingers into the chest of his shirt and ripped it off his body.

“I’ll buy you a new shirt, I promise.”

“I don’t care about the damn shirt!” he said, helping me out of my pants.

A little while later, we were both lying on the floor, all cuddled up. I gently scratched his beard as he smiled and kissed my forehead. He was right; this is where I needed to be.

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

FFXIV Write Day 5: Stamp

In the far future, two postal workers discuss the new commemorative stamp that was announced---one of the Warrior of Light. SFW.

“Did you hear? There’s going to be a commemorative stamp of the Warrior of Light.” A lalafellan postal worker said to his hyur coworker as they sorted mail.

The hyur smiled. “I heard.”

“Aren’t you named after her, Agi?”

“I am indeed!” It’s something Mum loves bragging about. “Though, obviously, Agnes Currai Varlineau was way more impressive than little old me.”

The adventurer of adventurers.

The hero of heroes.

The savior of saviors.

“Oh please! I remember reading in school the Warrior of Light had friends from all walks of life---world leaders like Lord Aymeric de Borel, the founder of modern Ishgard, to pirates to farmers to…” He waved a hand dramatically. Nolo is nothing if not dramatic. “You get the point. She’d think you’re impressive. I know it!”

Awww, Nolo is so sweet. She wrinkled her nose and giggled. “That’s very kind.” She took another bunch of envelopes to sort. “She was…it’s almost hard to imagine she even existed. Mother, hero, wife—”

“The greatest mage to ever live, according to her colleague Archon Urianger.” Nolo winked. “Read that in school too.”

Agi barked a laugh. “Of course you did. Vylbrand’s greatest daughter. Have you seen the statue of her and Ketenramm in Limsa?”

His bright green eyes widened. “No…have you?”

The hyur nodded. “Yeah, saw it on a field trip when I was a kid. It’s gorgeous. Too bad Ketenramm didn’t live to see it.”

“And Agnes Varlineau was old when it was finished, right?”

She nodded before turning her attention to the last pile of envelopes. “She and Ser Estinien were very old---he was in a wheelchair and her eyesight was nearly gone. But it was said she loved it and was touched by the gesture.” Better than the famous portrait that she apparently hated. “Gods, I hope they don’t use the portrait for the stamp.”

“Oh. That one.” He sniggered. “Nah. I heard they want to use the Leveilleur portrait.”

Oooooh, that’s my favorite of her. Painted by Archon Alphinaud Leveilleur of his dear friend and mentor Agnes Varlineau. It’s far more whimsical and colorful than The Portrait, which was done by a famous Ishgardian painter and she HATED it.

And done!

Agi did a little VICTORY dance as she glanced at her tomephone. “Shift’s over. Thank fuck. See you, Nolo!”

Nolo waved at his friend and continued his work, muttering about how the Warrior of Light stamp is going to be a huge seller. I mean, how can it not be?!

Upon exiting the post office in Summerford, Agi spotted her boyfriend waiting on his motorcycle. “Hey sexy!” They shared a kiss, and he pinched my ass! Naughty! She climbed on the back and wrapped her arms around his narrow waist to give him a brief hug. My sexy fireman. I love you.

“There’s only one sexy person here, sweetheart, and it ain’t me.” Etienne cackled, handing her a helmet. My helmet is currant purple with sparkles. His is an elezen helmet that’s plain black. He’s got simple tastes, whereas I’m a bit…sparkly. Glittery. Bright. “How was work?”

Helmet securely on, Agi pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Alright. How was your day off?”

As he revved the engine, he snorted. “Shit without you, darlin’.”

Why do I have the distinct feeling that’s something Ser Estinien would’ve said to the Warrior of Light? Their love story was one that still serves as inspiration for movies, shows, songs, books, and even an opera!

“Home?”

She held onto him and sighed happily. “Yeah. Home, love.”

“Home is wherever he is.” ---Agnes Currai Varlineau on her husband, Ser Estinien Varlineau