#gotta go to class soon but maybe later I’ll come back and flesh out my thoughts a little better

[spiderin-space]

“…Winter.”

[cherrybracelets]

dance in the dark (one)

words: 4.5k | warnings: 18+ content. smut, drugs and alcohol mentions. mentions of blood, weapons, serial killers, cults, etc. DO NOT interact with this fic if you are under 18

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pairing: professor!spencer reid x student!reader

an: this is part one of a continuing prof reid fic, i have no update schedule for this so please bare with me lmk what you would like to see also send more prof reid requests i wanna do little non plot side blurbs to this fic with your ideas!!!!

What do you think the crowd at a sleazy downtown bar on a Wednesday night looks like? Here’s a hint- it’s pretty pathetic. If you’re at this place on a week day, really any night at all, you’re probably not in the best place. And that was true, for you. Although from the outside it appeared you had everything completely together, the truth you tried so desperately to lock inside was clawing it’s way out- and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold yourself together. 

Tomorrow was the start of your last year in grad school, something that should be a major accomplishment. But you were transferring here, after some unfortunate events that happened last semester. You’re not talking about that, though, remember? It’s a new year, a new city; you had the chance to move on from your past. But the only way you could do that is if you... kept it locked inside. 

But you’d been doing that all summer, pretending to be someone you’re not, even using a fake name with strangers. You could completely reinvent yourself, and no one would ever know. And as you downed another jack and coke, you stared in curiosity at the lonely man on the other end of the bar, flipping through pages of what seemed like an exceptionally boring book. 

He caught you looking at him, to which you quickly glanced away to pretend you weren’t, but you caught a slight smile out of the corner of your eye. You stared at the rows of alcohol behind you, avoiding looking in any direction, especially his. But you felt yourself smiling, a handsome man who had no idea who you were. Who didn’t know your name. That was something you couldn’t say before you were here. 

“That guy down there bought this for ya,” the bartender huffed, his deep and raspy voice perfect matching his large and intimidating exterior. You smiled down at the glass, a perfectly mixed Jack & Coke with a lime. You raised the glass up to him and shook it, letting the ice clang against the glass. 

“Thanks for the drink,” you said, raising your voice so he could here you. 

“I’m not... super great at the ‘walking up to a pretty girl and saying hi, thing’. So I figured that was my best bet.” He smiled, taking a slow sip of his own drink, which looked like scotch. 

“Can I come sit with you?” You asked, looking at the empty seat next to him. 

“Of course,” he grinned, clearing his papers and readjusting himself in the seat. “I’m, uh, Spencer, by the way.” 

(Y/N),” you responded, playing with the straw in your drink. 

“Can I ask you something, (Y/N)?” He asked, a serious tone to his voice. 

“Of course,” you replied, hesitantly. 

“Are you having an exceptionally bad day?”

“Hmm,” you thought, your eyes locked on the handsome man in front of you. “I think I’m having an exceptionally bad year, maybe years plural.” 

He laughed quietly, a deep chuckle, a relatable response. He knew more than anyone how miserable life could be. But this week, and most specifically today, has been exhausting for him. And he saw you, he saw the perfect way to relieve some stress. 

It didn’t take much longer until you were back at his place, making out on the overly expensive leather couch in the living room. His hands climbing up your body, nails digging into your flesh each time he grinded himself into you. Your hands were tangled in his hair, the smell of fresh strawberries and a hint of coconut from his shampoo. 

By the time you were both completely naked, he already had his mouth exploring your clit, his tongue playing games with you. He bit down on your inner thighs, sucking and nibbling at your lips. He added two fingers into you slowly, curling them perfectly to hit the right spot every time. 

“I think I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, your body writhing with pleasure, his mouth and fingers still taking care of you. He quickly stopped at your words, sitting up and pulling his fingers out of you. He licked his hand, tasting you, a devilish grin on his face. 

“You can cum when I tell you to cum. Turn over.” He commanded, grabbing your hips and flipping you over to him. He pushed on the center of your back and you arched, pushing your ass up for him. You could feel him position himself at your entrance, and slowly sliding himself in. You were surprised by his length, a slow whimper escaping your lips. 

“Am I too big for you, baby? Can you handle it?” He sounded concerned, but an underlying tone of sarcasm and gloat in his voice. 

“I’ll be fine,” you muttered, determined to take him. You felt the palm of his hand on your ass, rubbing the cheek slowly. It quickly lifted off, and came back down hard, a loud slap as his hand hit your bare cheek. You whines loudly, a mix of pain and pleasure overcoming you as he started to fuck you faster and deeper. 

You felt him deep inside of you. He was the biggest you’d ever had, and with ever pump into you he seemed to climb deeper. The feeling of being under him, his length fully overcoming your body- you felt so submissive, you belonged to him. His hands gripped tightly into your hips, pulling you back into him as he pounded in and out. 

“Can you handle this baby girl?” He yelled out, his hand grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your head back towards him. You yelped as he did that, the feeling of your hair being pulled sending shivers down your spine. 

“I fucking love it,” you responded, feeling the need to praise the man who was in charge of your body right now. 

“I want you to cum,” he instructed, his voice stern. You worried about what he’d do if you didn’t follow his instructions. You let yourself succumb to him, giving him full control of your pleasure. You started to feel a warmth spreading through you, preparing your body for a high of pleasure. After a few more seconds, you finally reached your peak, loudly announcing it to Spencer and whoever else could hear. 

The sound of the pleasure he brought you, Spencer came quickly after that, pulling himself out of you at the last minute and cumming on your back. He pushed you down flat afterwards, and you laid there with him for a moment. He stared at you, covered in him, his property. In that moment, you belonged to him. 

After you cleaned yourself off, you threw your clothes back on and got yourself together. 

“I gotta go, I’m starting class tomorrow,” you explained, trying to sneak out without being awkward. 

“I’ll see you again soon. Our story isn’t over,” he muttered, pointing towards the door and winking. You laughed initially, but realized how weird the comment actually was as you were walking out. 

Luckily, your Uber only took a few minutes, and didn’t force you to talk. You scrolled mindlessly through instagram, thinking about classes, the thought of Spencer still stuck in your mind. As weird as it was to say, you truly didn’t think it would be the last time you saw it. You had a weird feeling deep inside that he was a very important person. 

But, it didn’t matter, because you lived in a city with 700,000 people, and the chances of seeing him were slim to none. You didn’t even have a last name to find him on socials. You didn’t know his job, if he was even from here. In fact, you were quite surprised to realize you had just let a man you barely know fuck you like that. But damn, you did not regret it. 

You crashed as soon as you got back to your apartment, setting your alarm for class tomorrow and passing out as soon as your head hit the pillow. You had your usual string of nightmares, waking up every few hours, covered in sweat, your heart beating through your chest. You took a few sips of water and fell back asleep, only for the whole cycle to repeat a mere hour later. When your alarm finally woke you up, you were groggy and nauseous, another night of no sleep taking effect on you. You dragged yourself out of bed, silently hopped in the shower and let the hot water cleanse the night away from you. 

You brewed a weak cup of coffee, poured it into a travel mug and headed out the door. You were terrified of today, a heavy pit sitting in your stomach. You kept your headphones in the entire commute to the school, drowning out the conversations of others around you. There was no possible way they could know you here, but you still always felt that the whispers were about you. You avoided as much eye contact and interaction as you could, walking through the campus. 

Luckily the building where your class was wasn’t too far, and you got there relatively quickly. Your first class was called Mass Atrocity: Early Warning and Prevention, technically and elective course, but something you were extremely interested in. Your program was called Conflict Analysis and Resolution. You wanted to be badass, take down cults and serial killers, talking them off a ledge. You wanted to go back in time and prevent Waco. You knew you could do all of these things, you knew you could be the best, because your brother was a killer. 

It was why you moved from your hometown. After he was found out, it was unbearable to be around people who knew you. You couldn’t escape the hate, the public humiliation. You hated him just as much as anyone, but that didn’t matter. People were convinced you two were killers together, especially since everyone knew what you wanted to do with your life and knew you to be a huge true crime junky. 

You had to get away from there, escape your past identity. You could’ve stopped him, if you knew what was happening. But the truth was, you had no idea. And you hated that, you shamed yourself every day for not catching on to him. You, of all people, should have known. But now, you will spend the rest of your life stopping anyone you can. You had too, you couldn’t let them hurt their families the way your brother hurt yours.

So here you were, in a brand new city, a new last name, a new life. You had a chance to start over, be a new person. You could learn from some of the best professors, at one of the best schools in the country, only a few miles from DC. Homeland security, the FBI, CIA… everything you had ever wanted, right here. Sitting in this classroom, people filling in around you, you had your whole life ahead of you. Your future was unfolding itself right in front of you. 

And then he walked in. A brown leather briefcase to match a blue suit, his hair sloppily pulled behind his ears, a tie loosely around his neck as if he got ready in a hurry this morning. He probably overslept, since he was out late at a bar and brought a girl home. You stared at him, your stomach flipping as he took his laptop out of his bag and began to set up for his lecture. You tried to get up and leave, turn around and pretend you never saw him, but you were trapped on either side, unable to escape. You slouched in your chair, hiding behind your laptop. 

“Good morning everyone,” he said, his voice raspy and low, a clear sign of exhaustion. “I am Dr. Reid, although I would prefer Spencer. I teach a lot of the courses for Conflict Analysis, so you better get used to seeing a lot of me.” Spencer laughed lightly, his eyes scanning the crowd to see his new students. He looked approving, nodding over the people, and then his eyes caught you. 

He stopped in his tracks, locked on your face, your eyes moving quickly in random directions to avoid his gaze. You finally caught him, and he furrowed his brows at you, a look of disappointment. He looked away quickly and scanned the rest of the crowd, still looking discontent as he tried to shake the confusion away and begin his lecture.

He didn’t look at you once through the entire class. You were smart and took your notes silently, not asking questions or making a sound. He was an extremely captivating person, his stories and the way he taught so encapsulating. He was brilliant, by far the smartest person you ever had the pleasure of meeting. There wasn’t a thing he didn’t know the answer too, and you had so much you wanted to ask. You knew he could answer so many questions for you, specifically about your brother. But you vowed to never speak of him again, especially to a professor that you not only admire, but recklessly fucked just the night before. 

Spencer wrapped up class, giving everyone a few final notes and instructions before saying his goodbyes. Before everyone was out of their seat, he interrupted the shuffle to say one final thing. 

“Miss. Isaacs, could you speak to me for a moment regarding your registration?” He looked up at you for the first time in ninety minutes, and looked desperate. Your fake last name still rang odd in your ears, and it took you a moment to realize that he was asking for you. You nodded to him submissively, walking out the aisle and down the stairs to meet him at the podium. 

“Do you mind if we go to my office?” He asked loudly, making sure the other students heard him speaking normally to you.

“Sure,” you whispered, following him out the door and down a hallway of offices. He stopped at his, fumbled with the keys, and opened the door to a very tidy office. You closed the door behind you and sat on one of the two chairs that were for visitors. He walked behind the desk and sat in his chair, a frustrated groan as he sat back. 

“We need to talk about this.” He snapped, knowing that you knew exactly what he was talking about. “I can’t have slept with… a student.” 

“Listen, I promise I won’t say a word, okay? I can transfer out of your class too, make it not an issue…” 

“You have to take my classes to graduate. I’m…” he softened, leaning back in his chair and taking a deep breath. “I’m not gonna ask you to do that. You’re extremely bright… I remember getting your application. You deserve a spot here… I just don’t want you to lose that because of this…” He rubbed his hand over his chin, trying not to raise his voice too loud. 

“Thank you for saying that. You were brilliant out there today… I was completely enamored by you. Why did you leave the BAU to teach?” You asked abruptly, only realizing how inappropriate it was to ask that after it had already come out of your mouth.

“You know, that’s probably pretty personal, you don't have to answer that.” You covered your face awkwardly, wishing now you could just leave and not make this interaction any worse. 

“No… it’s okay. There was just… so much pain all the time. And most people take that as ‘I couldn’t handle that pain anymore,’ but truthfully, I had become so numb to it, it scared me. I needed to get out so I could learn to feel again.” Spencer looked at you, his heart feeling a thousand times lighter after speaking his truth. “I’ve never told anyone that. Not quite sure why I told you.” 

“I… I’m really sorry. Sometimes it is really easier to pretend things don’t affect you than deal with your true feelings. I can really relate to that,” you laughed, remembering all the pain you were currently trying to escape. 

“You are very, very beautiful,” Spencer interjected, his eyes exploring you, his mouth slightly open in concentration as he focused on your almost perfect facial features. 

“Thank you, Dr. Reid,” you whispered, feeling a creeping heat on your face as your cheeks began to blush. 

“I’d appreciate it if you called me Spencer.” He moved his eyes from your body to your own eyes, staring right through you. You felt completely unlocked in that moment, like he could see right into your brain and read your thoughts and secrets like a book. You knew you could close yourself up, hide away from him, but a part of you didn’t want to. The exhaustion of holding a heavy secret around ate away at you, and it would be more than nice to have someone who could carry that weight with you. 

But not him, he was your Professor, and this was your future. You broke your gaze with him and sat up straight, looking away. You scanned through pictures on his wall, the same group of people in multiple photos. He had many books on the wall, some in languages you didn’t even recognize. There were piles of magazines and papers on the floors, a layer of dust on the frame of the floor, and a fireplace that was littered with ash. The air held a musty stench, with a hint of air freshener trying desperately, and failing, to make the room smell good. 

At first glance, this office seemed tidy, that of a person with their life together. But the details were where that theory fell apart. He was holding on to his exterior, pretending he was okay, but inside this man was a mess. He was exhausted, overworked, and due to the multiple empty scotch glasses lying around, heavily drinking.

“You alright?” Spencer asked, his voice breaking you out of your own thoughts. 

“‘Sorry. Zoned out for a second…” you muttered, still looking around the room, trying to notice any other displacements. “I should probably get going.” You stood up quickly, grabbing your jacket and bag and heading for the door. 

“You’re in another one of my classes tomorrow. I checked your schedule,” he hesitated, looking at his computer for confirmation. “Will I see you?” 

“I guess I don’t have a choice, right?” You raised your eyebrows at him, waiting for another comment, but he had none. You left after a few seconds, closing the door behind you as you left. You leaned up against the wall outside of the office, trying to ground yourself. You took a few deep breaths and checked the time, realizing you needed to get to your next class soon. You quickly walked to the stairs and headed towards your next class, your head still buzzing from Spencer that you weren’t even sure if you’d be able to comprehend anything. You took a seat in the next room, putting your head down in embarrassment as you waited for class to begin. 

The next day you got to sleep in a bit more, but it didn’t make much of a difference. You still spent most of the night dealing with nightmares of your brother, but you had a new dream that scared you more than any of the others. You were sitting in one of Spencer’s classes, taking notes casually as he lectured. As he continued his powerpoint, the lights went dark and the slide changed to a picture of your brother. Everyone started pointing at you, calling you a killer, screaming profane things about your family. A light shined on Spencer, who was pointing and laughing with the rest of the crowd, walking towards you and pointing a gun to your head. Right before he pulled the trigger, he whispered “No one will ever love a killer.” His finger pressed down, igniting the gun, and…

Bam. You woke up. You felt sick, your heart racing and the contents of your stomach lurching around. You ran to the bathroom, vomiting as soon as you reached the toilet. You sat back against the cool tub, the cold feeling amazing against your hot flesh. You checked the time- 2:43 AM. You walked back to your bed and grabbed your phone, scrolling through instagram and twitter, trying to calm your mind. You had made brand new accounts with your new persona, paying bots to follow you so it looked legit. You didn’t want to post anything anyways, but you did love looking at baby animal pictures on the internet.

You were still feeling kind of out of it, and you reached onto your nightstand to grab your bowl. You smoked a little bit, trying to calm your body down enough to fall back asleep. Sometimes the marijuana and sleeping pills are the only things that calm you down. But you were feeling a little loopy tonight, and as you stared at your phone and tried to shove your anxiety deep down, you made a fatal mistake. 

New email: 

To: Dr. Spencer Reid, PhD

Subject: Empty

What do you do make the pain go away?

Sent from my iPhone. 

You locked your phone and placed it down on the nightstand, curling up in your bed and falling asleep. You surprisingly slept through the rest of the night without issue, waking up from a deep sleep as your alarm went off a few hours later. You had effectively forgotten about the email, and didn’t have any reminder of it since Spencer had yet to respond. You casually made yourself breakfast, preparing mentally to see Spencer in class again this morning. 

You left promptly after cleaning up, making sure you wouldn’t miss your bus to campus. You rode the commute with your headphones in, still ignoring the conversations of the strangers around you. You felt better today, at least knowing you’d be more prepared to see Spencer today than yesterday. All of that confidence immediately drained from your body as your phone vibrated, alerting you to a new text. Who the hell could be texting you? Almost no one knew this number. 

Maybe: Spencer Reid

In regards to your email- you can never get rid of the pain. I wish I had a better answer. 

You stared in awe at your screen, rereading the message a thousand times. At first you were confused, what email? But then you remembered, the fuzzy letters on the screen as you emailed him last night. Fuck. This wasn’t good. You opened the message, but didn’t respond, hoping he would see that if you read it and didn’t respond he would get the hint. There was no way you could go walk in class right now and go see him. But your bus stopped, right where you needed to get off, and although you desperately tried not to, your body got up and walked off the bus. 

You continued to walk all the way to your classroom, sitting suspiciously close to the front. A part of you wanted him, the part of you that craved destruction and drama, the part of you that you saw your brother in. It scared you, because each and every day you felt that part of you come to the surface a little more. 

Spencer walked in shyly, immediately scanning the crowd to find you. When your eyes locked, his face read a bit of relief, as if he was worried you wouldn’t come. He, too, wanted to see you. In all honesty, he couldn’t stop thinking about you since that night you spent together. He didn’t look at you long, realizing he had to start class at some point. He went through a similar introduction as yesterday, changing up a few things to meet this course’s curriculum. 

When he started teaching his content, you became just as lost in his words as you did yesterday. You listened intently to every word, felt the emotion as he did, even found yourself on the verge of tears as he wrapped up his lecture. You were stuck in awe, unable to move from your seat as he finished up class. He didn’t ask to speak to you this time, he just walked out the door without another glance in your direction. 

You needed to speak to him, at least to explain the late night email. You left the room and headed in the direction to his office, hoping you could catch him before a mob of other students. You could imagine you weren’t the only one who was engulfed by him. He was hot, and there were plenty of other girls in your class who would have their eyes on him. You started wondering how many students he’d fucked before you and felt sick, a wave of green envy washing over you. It was weird, how hurt you’d been at the thought of him with someone else, considering you aren’t even together. 

You made it to his office, and luckily there wasn’t anyone else around. You knocked lightly on the door and heard a muffled “Come in.” You opened the door to Spencer writing on some paper, his demeanor slightly surprised as you came through the door. 

“Mind if I close this?” You asked, motioning to the door. He nodded and put down his pen, sitting back in his chair. 

“What can I do for you?” 

“The email… and the text…” You looked down at the ground, now feeling embarrassed in his presence. 

“Sorry to have texted you out of the blue… I got your number from the student directory. All the, uh, staff emails are monitored, and I figured it would be best if we kept our conversation… private.” He bit his lip submissively, playing with his nails. 

“Why does it need to be private? It was nothing bad…” you enticed, watching the small smile on his face as you spoke.

“I’m afraid that it might end up there.” He dragged his eyes up to yours, meeting your gaze, seemingly digging into your soul once again. “Why?” 

“You know why.” 

“Tell me.” You waited for his response, trying yourself to now see through him, read what he was thinking. 

“I don’t think I can stay away from you. Something is drawing me to you and I can’t pull away anymore.” 

You stood up from your chair, walking slowly behind his desk and standing in front of him. He uncrossed his legs and looked up at you, your head tilted down as you looked at the man in front of you. You bent down on your knees between his legs, taking his face in your hands and kissing him. He kissed you slowly at first, surprise lingering in his lips, before embracing you, moving with much more aggression as he pulled you into him. 

You broke away from the kiss, leaving him confused as you stood up and walked to the other side of the desk. You sat back in your chair and stared at him, waiting for him to say something. Anything. 

“Can I take you to dinner tonight?” He asked, breathlessly. 

“Of course. 8PM work?”

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We Have A Jedi [20] | Peter Parker x Male Reader

Fandom: Star Wars, Marvel

Pairing: Peter Parker x Male Reader, Tony Stark x Son Reader

Summary: (M/N) and Peter are settling into their new relationship with ease. However the Stark boy can feel whatever he’s been worried about is getting closer.

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“So yeah...He’s in prison now and the bank is safe.”

(M/N) listened as Peter finished up telling him about his latest crime fighting endeavor. The two were in Tony’s lab, Peter was upgrading his suit while (M/N) tinkered away at T3. Bwoop. “T3 says good job,he thinks you'd make a great jedi.” The droid did a little happy dance. “Hey watch it! I still have a wrench in you.” The droid stopped at that. Peter let out a laugh at the interaction. “Hey be nice to him! Thank you T3, I think I’d make a good jedi too.”

Peter went back to his suit but his eyes caught something. “Hey what’s this?” He walked over to the container and began looking through it. “Oh, that’s just a project I’ll start someday.” Peter continued to look through it. “It’s all just...scrap? Is this part of you dad’s old suit? And are these...captain america’s leather straps? What exactly are you planning to make?” Peter looked back over to his boyfriend who finished up his work on the droid. “It’s a surprise...and going to be for emergencies only. I still don’t have all the parts anyways.”

“What else are you missing?” (M/N) only put a finger to his mouth. “It’s a surprise.” Before Peter could say anything else Tony walked in. “There’s my favorite boys, dinner’s ready. You staying Peter?” Peter nodded at the older Stark man and Tony caught sight of the box. “Ah! I see you’ve found the mystery box of crap. I’m not exactly sure what he’s planning to do with that but it has scraps of all the avengers in there.” (M/N) stood up from T3 and walked over grabbing the box. “Yes, and it’s important so please keep your hands off.” He playfully glared at them before putting the box away. “Alright. Dinner?”

…

The sound of blaster fire returned to him. For a while it had seemed like the dreams, the visions, had left him. But tonight proved otherwise. Once again the colors purple and gold flashed. “Keep fighting!” The fighting seemed even more chaotic than it had been. The sounds of explosions and smell of fire filled his senses, it was like he was back in the middle of the war.

The landscape around him changed from the darkness of a void to a cityscape. It was the same domed city from all the other times, at first it was everything was normal and then with a flash it was on fire. “You’re too late.” (M/N) recognized that voice, it was one he hadn’t heard in a long time. He turned to where the voice was and looked the Sith in his red eyes. Kren. “There is only one victory here...and it doesn’t belong to either of us.”

With another explosion the sith was gone. “What’s going on?” (M/N) said aloud. The dreams had never gone like this before, never showing Kren, but he wasn’t the only one it would show. “(M/N)?” He turned to the familiar face and saw Peter. The boy stood there looking confused as the battle raged on behind him. Another voice entered his mind, the one from before. “You should have gone for the head.” There was a bright light and then (M/N) watched as Peter seemed to dissolve. “(M/N)-” He tried to run after the boy but couldn’t reach him before he was completely gone. That’s when he noticed how the fighting had once more gone quiet and all around him ashes littered the landscape.

He felt a presence in front of him. Looking up he saw him. Revan.

“It has begun.”

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(M/N) woke up with a gasp. He took in a deep breath before pulling on some pajamas. “Mr.(M/N). Are you alright? I monitored your vitals rising, are you distressed?” (M/N) stepped out of his bed and walked over to T3. “Yes, but I’m alright. Friday don’t record anything in this room until I say so alright? I have something private to do.” The A.I did as he requested and he woke up T3. Bwoop? “T3, hey buddy. I need you to help me record a message.

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Thanks to the dreams (M/N) wasn’t able to go back to sleep and now he was barely staying awake in class. He felt his eyes beginning to close on him. “I’m sorry Mr.Rogers am I not interesting to you?” (M/N) didn’t respond. “Mr.Rogers!” That got his attention and he saw the entire class looking at him. For a moment he forgot he was under Steve’s name here. “Sorry sir, didn’t get any sleep last night...but I agree with you being boring.” The class laughed but the teacher didn’t seem pleased. “Detention after school.” (M/N) shrugged but put his head back down. With what happened last night and the things he’s faced, detention didn’t mean anything to him.

Finally the end of the day came and (M/N) quickly left his classroom. Normally he would stop and wait for Peter and Ned, but he wasn’t feeling it today. He’d apologize to them later. He was moving down the hallway, pushing past people when he felt their presence. “(M/N)! Hey, what’s up? You normally always wait for us.” Ned asked, Peter on the other hand looked worried. “(M/N)? Babe you okay?” (M/N) just kept looking ahead as he moved. “No I’m not.” Then Ned spoke up again. “If it’s about detention don’t sweat it! Peter and I can wait for you if you-”

“It’s not that Ned. I just...don’t feel good.”

He turned the corner to exit the building but Principal Morita stood in his way. “Mr.Rogers. I’ve heard some things from some teachers and heard you had detention. My office.” (M/N) let out a frustrated groan before waving his hand and walking past the principal. “You don’t need to talk to me. I’m free to go and don’t have to go to detention.” The principal fell into a daze. “I don’t need to talk to you. You don’t need to go to detention.” Ned was in shock of what he just saw but besides him Peter was worried about what was making his boyfriend tick. 

The two boys followed him out of the school. “Is someone going to tell me what all that was!? It was like something out of Star Wars!” Ned shouted, (M/N) didn’t stop walking and Peter noticed how he was walking in the opposite direction of Where happy was waiting and knew then something must have been really wrong. “Sorry Ned, I gotta follow him.” Ned only nodded, “Yeah! Just...text me!”

Peter went to follow (M/N), but had lost where his boyfriend had walked off too. “Aw man, where are you?”

(M/N) wasn’t sure where he was going. He wasn’t ready to go home, not ready to see his father, he just wanted to think. He didn’t keep track of the time so who knows how long he actually walked but he found himself in a part of new york where construction work was going on for new buildings. No one was around so it must have been an off day for them. Needing to sit down, he placed his bag on the ground and sat next to it.

He watched as storm clouds gathered in the sky. The wind picked up and a chill creeped into his skin. He wasn’t sure what to do, he knew the visions were telling him something but he wasn’t sure what. Whatever it was telling him...it meant lots of people were going to die, Peter included. He could sense that Peter was getting closer to him and he wasn’t sure what he was going to say to him. The sound of footsteps were getting closer and he couldn’t tell if it was Peter or maybe Tony coming to talk. 

“You make this too easy.” It was neither of them. Feeling the hair on the back of his neck standing up, (M/N) quickly rolled out of the way of a lightning shock. Landing into a fighting position he got a good look at the sith who attacked him. The familiar wicked face of the red twi'lek greeted him. “Talon.”

“In the flesh.” She lunged at him and he dodged out of her lightsabers slashes. He reached for his own, only to realize he no longer had them. “Karabast.” He landed and continued to dodge her slashes. “Oh...what’s wrong? Lose your lightsabers?”

Seeing a weak spot on a pillar above them, (M/N) used the force to bring the next level down on the sith. He then took this chance to gain the advantage and moved into a hiding spot. It was quiet and soon the hum of Talon’s lightsabers were the only noise being made. Soon the sound and smell of rain poured into the construction sight. “Come out, come out wherever you are.”

Focusing through the force, he pulled another pillar down distracting Talon. He moved out of his hiding spot to another. He had to figure out how he’d fight back. Thanks to his quick movements and loose bars and rocks, (M/N)’s clothes had been torn up pretty good. A quick slash and (M/N) let out a yell as he felt the tip of her saber just skim his arm.

Without much thought, (M/N) used the force to launch himself into the air. He grabbed onto the next floor’s supports and began to climb the building. He could hear Talon close behind, he heard a swirling sound and ducked his head intime as one of her sabers went flying past him and returned to her. He continued to make his way up the construction site, the rain making his footing and grasp slicker.

Of course Talon had made her way to the level he was on as well. “Go on, keep running. I love the chase.” (M/N) was breathing hard, the rain coming down harder now, drenching him. “Where’s your master? Too afraid to face me himself?”

“Oh my master has important things to do. More important than YOU.”

“Aw so that’s why he sent you to deal with me.”

That definitely got her angry. Just as she was about to lunge again, her foot was webbed to the support beam. Spiderman went flying by, landing on another beam. “You know, I KNOW red sabers mean bad guys so I suggest you surrender.” (M/N) felt his heartbeat quicken, normally he would be happy to see Peter but this wasn’t a good thing. Talon let out a snarl before throwing a detached beam at Peter with the force.

Luckily Peter had got out of the way just in time by webbing out of there. “Woah! Close on-” He swung head on into a shock of Talon’s force lightning. “Peter!” He watched as the boy fell down a story but landed...hopefully okay. The sith let out a wicked laugh and cut herself out of the webbing, “Now...back to you!” She swung her blades at (M/N), but before they made impact with his body, he had grabbed her hands.

He pulled her hands down to his level, letting the blades illuminate his face. It was then that Talon quickly lost her smirk as she saw (M/N) with a deep frown himself. She also noticed something else, his eyes were just a bit more yellow then before. (M/N) was tightening his grip on her hands and it wasn’t long before she called out in pain dropping one of her lightsabers.

Using the force he pushed her back, grabbing hold of her dropped saber he let the red illuminate his face again. He couldn’t help it anymore, seeing what she did to Peter, he let all of his anger out. With a yell he brought up the red blade and ran at the sith letting it hit her other one. Red blad clashed with red blade, (M/N) was letting his anger get the best of him and it was showing with how he was gaining the advantage against Talon.

He had pushed her to the end of a support beam, with a quick slash to the beam Talon went falling down. (M/N) quickly cut a rope and went swinging down after her. Talon being the acrobatic that she was, managed to land on her feet. However before she was able to get back into a fighting stance, (M/N) swooped down on her. Brining the red blade down, he slashed her right in half.

It got quiet again after that, only the hum of the lightsaber, the rain and (M/N)’s heavy breathing. “W-what have I done?” He turned off the lightsaber and caught his breath. “Peter.” Remembering his boyfriend he quickly ran to him. Getting down to his boyfriend he saw he was breathing. He pulled off Peter’s mask quickly to properly look at him. “Ugh...What happened? I feel like that time I put a paperclip in the outlet.” (M/N) couldn’t help but laugh at that, he was just relieved to see his boyfriend okay. “We are SO talking about that later. I’m just glad you’re okay.” Peter smiled. “Me too...you. I’m glad you’re okay too. Where'd the red lady go?”

“Dead.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

(M/N) called Happy to come pick them up and to also get the remains of Talon out of the construction site. Happy was...frantic to say the least, first because (M/N) didn’t show up after school and second both boys looked torn up. “What happened?!” (M/N) only shook his head and carried Peter to the car. “Not now, just...get us back to the compound please.” Happy, while still shocked, did what he said and drove them both back. In the back seat, (M/N) held onto Peter like if he let go he’d lose him...which he very possibly could.

Arriving back at the compound Tony was already waiting for them. (M/N) helped Peter out of the car and started taking him to the med bay. “Oh god, What happened?! Are you okay.” He grabbed Peter’s other side and helped carry him in. “I’m fine, Peter I think will be okay, I just want to get him checked out.” Tony looked worried at him. “And you too, you look like you’ve been put through the shredder.” 

Not much was said after that, both boys were taken to medical and looked over. Luckily it seemed like both of them had only received minor cuts and bruises. (M/N) was sitting up in the bed he had been placed in, Tony sitting in a chair next to him. “She was a sith.” At that Tony lifted his head at that. “She's dead. I killed her.” (M/N)’s voice was quiet. “I couldn’t let her come after any of you...and she was trying to kill Peter. So I killed her first.” Tony quickly got up from the chair and hugged his son. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay. You did what you had to do.” (M/N) didn’t want to talk about it anymore, so he simply hugged his father back.

A little while later, he entered the other medical room where Peter was. “Hey.” Peter was laying in the bed but quickly jumped up upon seeing him. “(M/N)! You’re okay!” He pulled him into a hug and (M/N) couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course, you saw me before this. Don’t you remember?” Peter blushed. “Yeah...but I was just worried.” He ran his hands through Peter’s hair. “It’s alright. I’m okay, you’re okay...we’re okay.”

…

That night Peter had stayed at the compound, the doctors and Tony wanted him to stay over to be watched over. They wanted the same for (M/N) but he refused any help saying he was fine. Night had fallen and everyone had gone to sleep, making sure the coast was clear (M/N) entered the lab. Surprisingly, his dad actually wasn’t up for once. Not wanting to risk getting caught, he made his way over to his work bench and pulled out the box from earlier. With the box in tow he made sure to quickly return to his room.

Setting the box on the ground he pulled out Talon’s lightsabers and sat on the ground with them. He placed her lightsaber on the ground and began focusing on the crystal’s within them. He lost himself in his thoughts as her lightsabers loosened up and tore apart until only the Kyber crystals remained. He could hear them calling out to him like his lightsabers before had...but these were different. These were muted, like they were corrupted.

He gripped the crystals, he could feel the power that radiated from them. Closing his eyes, he let the images come to him. At first there was nothing and then he felt cold and images of Kren, Talon and the sith all flashed at him. The scene of the jedi council wanting to erase his mind came to him and he felt...he felt angry. He was quickly getting frustrated and knew his anger was building rather quickly. Then he realized, it was the crystals. The crystals had so much anger and hate in them it was pouring into him.

The images continued to flash at him and he tried his best to hold on. The anger was growing too strong and it was getting harder to focus. As his vision clouded, in the darkness there was a small piece of light. Using all his strength he focused as hard as he could on that small piece of light and finally a new image appeared. Peter. Then like a rolling storm more and more images came flooding into him. The avengers, his mother, Sheyo, Tony. Everything that kept him in the light. Those feelings of anger fell away and all that remained was hope, happiness and love. Opening his eyes, he looked down in his hands and saw that the kyber crystals had changed. They were no longer the angry and corrupted red that the Sith always had, however they were also not the same color he had before in his old lightsabers. They were white.  Placing the crystals on the ground, he moved over the box of components and began meditating. After the encounter with Talon, he knew he couldn’t go defenseless anymore he needed new lightsabers. He focused on his friends, his family, the people he needed to protect.

He continued thinking about all of them, as he did the pieces from the box began floating along with the crystals. The sound of clicking and spinning was heard but (M/N) continued to meditate. The crystals became encased by the new lightsaber hilts being made. When (M/N) opened his eyes he saw two new lightsabers, all made from parts of the avengers suits and gear. Most noticeable was his dad’s old armor fragments as the outer shell of them. Grabbing hold of the sabers he activated them and bright white blades shot out.

“I’ll be ready for whatever’s coming.”

…

Peter woke up and walked to (M/N)’s room. Before he even knocked on the door Friday spoke to him. “Mr.(M/N) is in the training room Peter.” Peter stopped and wondered what he was doing there. “Thanks Fri.” With that he walked to the training room.

Seeing the simulator was active, Peter entered the observation room and lost his breath as he caught sight of (M/N). His boyfriend was in the simulation with two new white lightsabers fighting the computer generated enemies. “I’m not sure if this is because of yesterday or if there’s something he isn’t telling us.” Peter looked over and saw Tony sitting in a chair watching the boy fight. “What do you mean?” “It’s been two years and he hasn’t had his sabers and now...now he has new ones. I”m not sure if it’s because of that sith you fought yesterday and he just wants a defense...or if he’s planning on leaving again.”

Peter felt his heat drop a bit. He wasn’t wanting (M/N) to leave, but he also knew his boyfriend wanted to help people and would eventually return to the war he had told him about. The simulator shut off and (M/N) deactivated his sabers. Grabbing a towel he wiped the sweat off his head before leaving the simulator, Peter went to speak to him. “(M/N)! Hey, I saw you in the simulator. You looked good. When did you get new lightsabers?”

(M/N) smiled as he saw Peter. “Hey. Glad you enjoyed the show.” He lifted up one of his lightsabers. “I made them last night. I figured I needed some extra protection in case more Sith come our way.”

“That makes sense.” (M/N) saw Peter’s hesitation. “Want to hold it?” At that Peter’s eyes widened and he gave a genuine smile. “Wait...really? Yes! I-I mean I’d love to.” (M/N) only shook his head and handed Peter the saber. “Wow, it’s heavier than I thought it would be.” “Well yeah, it’s still a weapon.” He watched as Peter looked it over, running his hand over the casing. “I made it from all the components in that box you were curious about. See my dad’s armor there. The grip is made from Steve’s old leather straps. There’s more too, however I didn’t have anything to add for you sadly. You didn’t have any components or anything.” Peter smiled. “I’m going to fix that.”

“Isn’t that sweet.” Both boys turned to the new voice and (M/N) quickly recognized the Mandalorian. “I’m guessing your boyfriend?”

(M/N) didn’t reach for his lightsabers, he wasn’t a threat. “Ven. A pleasure to see you again...what are you doing here?” The familiar mandalorian had two other Mandalorians beside him.

Ven frowned. “I need your help.”

...

Ven and the other two mandalorians had returned to their ship leaving (M/N) with his father and Peter. There was some tension in the air but they all knew what had to happen. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. I need to do this, Ven helped me and I need to help him. Especially if Kren is involved. I need to put an end to him once and for all.”

Tony only nodded and pulled him into a hug. “I get it. I don’t like it, but I get it. I kind of...figured something like this was coming since you made those new laser swords this morning.” He pulled back and smiled at him. “Just come back in one piece okay?” (M/N) nodded before looking at Peter. Peter was smiling and (M/N) noticed that he was holding something behind his back. “So...you know how you made your lightsabers out of the gear? Well I wanted to be a part of it...just different.” He pulled out his hands and handed him a sash...it looked quickly made with a simple needle and thread. “I made it out of my old spiderman suit. I don’t really wear it anymore and figured you could wear it and think of me.” (M/N) quickly pulled Peter in a hug. “I love it.” Pulling back he took the sash and put it on. “What do you think?” Peter smiled and held up a thumb. “Looks good.” Then it got quiet and before Peter could say anything (M/N) pulled him into a kiss. “I’ll be back. Don’t worry.”

“Just come back soon.” Then with that (M/N) gave one last look to both him and his dad before moving towards Ven’s ship. Peter and Tony watched as he left. “He’ll come back to us...right?” Peter asked. “He always has.” Tony said those words, but something felt off about them. As for (M/N), he couldn’t help the feeling he got that it would be the last time he saw them for a long time.

…

Are you ready fam? The Siege of Mandalore begins! Now’s the time when everything changes. So buckle up and get ready.

[your-ace-cousin-clover]

okay soooo... sorry for the delayed reply, i've been kinda busy!

i gotta start this off by saying how much i loved the way you wrote "[...] that feeling of wanting to reach divinity and holiness with your writing. The raw, exposed nerve of that writing." - it's hard for me to refer to writing as a hobby because it's such a substantial part of me, if that makes sense? or maybe that's just my codependent relationship to writing... whenever i don't write for a while i start feeling like a non-person! (ok, in hindsight this doesn't sound 100% related to the holiness bit, but that's what sparked the train of thought)

on for colored girls who have considered suicide - when the rainbow is enuf: i actually listened to a monologue from this a while ago on youtube, but I'll be sure to check out the full text!

also, on the topic of spoken-word & slam poetry: i'm going to a poetry reading at a friend's place later this month and it's nerve-racking. i mean, hey, of course i bleed into my poetry, and in theory i'm cool with that. but reading it aloud to a room half full of strangers? that's like lying on an operating table, flesh sliced open with surgeons over you. (i'm sure it'll be fun, though)

i've read primer for small weird loves and wishbone (because they're both included in richard siken's book crush - which is definitely worth the money (& btw, he has a new book coming out this year in fall/winter; thought i'd tell you in case you didn't know))! out of the two i like wishbone a lot more - although that's probably just because i relate to it a little bit more. i like making lists so i've compiled some of my favorite parts from the poem:

• "I took the bullet for all the wrong reasons [...]"

• "Let's not talk about it, let's just not talk."

• "[...] we keep doing it Henry, we keep saying until we get it right... [...]"

• "If you love me, Henry, you don't love me in a way I understand."

• "This is where the evening splits in half, Henry, love or death. Grab an end, pull hard, and make a wish."

it's crazy (well, not really, but you know) that you mentioned jericho brown, because we read something by him in english class a few years back and he's completely slipped my mind since then! so, thanks for reminding me :)

first of all, i love how duplex starts and ends with the same line - and this may be a reach, but it feels sort of like coming home? he introduces us to the line, we go away for a while, then we're back at the beginning. and maybe i just feel this way because for me going home is synonymous with going back home. (not always, but a lot of the time.) also, the contrast of "none of the beaten end up how we began" & the poem ending exactly how it began? i don't have the right words to explain what, but there's something that grabs me in that.

now, let's take a short detour because i feel like dropping some recs. here's two poets whose work i really enjoy: chen chen and jasmine ledesma (who i think is on tumblr, too? @/candiedspit if i'm not wrong). i'd specifically like to recommend (and hopefully hear you opinion on) chen chen's i'm not a religious person but & jasmine ledesma's short stories no candy, sorry and FIEND.

links (just in case the previous ones don't work):

i'm not a religious person but: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/58152/im-not-a-religious-person-but

no candy, sorry: https://tinyletter.com/jasmineledesma/letters/no-candy-sorry

FIEND: https://marchharemag.com/fiend

lastly, thanks for the prompt! i'll be sending you the poem in a separate ask (although i'm convinced it only makes sense if you're me) as to not make this one too long haha

-cat

Cat!

Sorry on the delayed reply on my side too. I've been sorta busy with a lot of stuff, but I had to drop in a message.

First of all, the poem? Iconic. It is so well written!!! Ahh! The way you use the numbers to count down all the things in a list sort of a format . And the splendid use of a clock ticking to signify the time coming closer and closer. It reminds of the Doomsday Clock which always reminds us that we are two minutes to complete destruction and in a way it is an inevitable destruction. "I'm one drink away from holiness and I'm not stopping" is such a vivid Ginsberg line that ahhh, it hits with the concept of the Beat Generation being these drunk, high poets who ultimately want to experience divinity through their intoxication and writing. And the ending with, "it's almost Valentine's- please tell your wretched heart I'm sorry." AGHH, the way the narrator tries to stop the inevitability of the sadness of romance?? Or being stuck in a relationship and trying to do better? The interpretations are left wide open and I love that.

[Let me know if you'd be okay with me sharing your poem? And oh, if you like to send me another prompt, I would love that.]

And I wanted to give you some advice on slam poetry performances, I have a bit of an experience with them. The surgical metaphor is indeed apt, there is some vulnerable to stand in front of a group of people to carve out yourself into words and see it take on a meaning for everyone differently. But, revel in that vulnerable state and see how that conveys meaning. Focus on a spot in the room and speak to it and let meaning take its own hold. And remember, even if you don't get the reception you are hoping for, hold onto the meaning that you initially wrote it with. How your poetry affects you in the end is what matters. And good luck! Let me know how it goes.

[I didn't know about the new Siken book. Do you know if it has a name? I'll have to look it up whenever it releases.]

Ahh, and I love the idea of listening favourite lines of poems, I might start doing that with my favourite poems too.

[Also, I know it's in the name, but there's something about the way Wishbone is written that it makes you keep as if you are splintering into bits and dissolving. Especially in the bit where he goes I wish you'd stop reminding about the debt because you can do nothing about it and even if you love me, it is not the way I want.; Please let me go, I cannot let you be in my debt anymore.]

Jericho Brown? Iconic. The cyclical nature of the form as well as it is sort of the same line all the while not being the same line is such a beautiful way to express the repetition, but all how each cycle in a way is different than the last one.

I loved Chen Chen's poem. The way God chooses to escape from his own reality through someone who does not believe enough in him to question him at first it beautiful. And what hits me is how God stops and creates a barrier again by sending the angel as soon as he is questioned in adjacent to his role in the universe. What interests me is how the atheist (I know it does not mention atheism directly, but close enough) is sent an angel and later meet with God, and therefore, the relation that they form is a meaningful bond between two individuals rather than being a power dynamic with the worshipped and the devotee.

There's something about Ledesma's stories about hopelessness in her both protagonists. In the same way, both are extremely tired of their circumstances and want to be somewhere else in perhaps a better versions of their selves. The scattered prose certainly draws it very strongly together.

And finally, to drop a rec of my own, let me know what you think of Ada Limon's "The Problem With Travel" and "Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds." They both are very beautiful poems.

Hope to hear from you soon! :)

[haziel-luz]

Own it..then Redeem it (2007!Leonardo x reader)

Chapter 1: Still Waiting 

I’m giving you guys the first chapter to see how you feel about it. The other chapters is in the link at the end of this chapter, if you wanna see more. This is an ongoing story, so I’m not sure how long it will be, but enjoy~~😍

Summary: You haven't had good days since Leo left, but why should you wait for him to come back and make it better? Instead of looking back, you should look forward cause there are better things waiting for you. Or so you thought...

"(Y/n), can you do us a big favor and come by tonight, I got a feeling that Casey is going trick and treating tonight and I need you to remind him that he's got a deadline to meet." April says through the phone a little irritated and you giggle.

"Not responding to your messages today huh." You say walking to my fridge and getting a beer.

"Exactly, I honestly don't know what I'm going to do with him." She says with a huff while you open my beer.

"Well April, we're gonna have to let the boys be boys until they learn a big lesson into becoming a man." You say getting my jacket and walking out of my window and up the rooftop.

"So never?" She says and you laugh, and then you hear rustles of leaves in her background.

"Where are you now by the way?" you ask curiously.

"Well there's this guy that is really obsessed with these ancient statues and I bring those to him for a good price. I'm actually at the jungles of Central America looking." She says cutting down some leaves while you open my chair and sit on it with an open beer.

"That's cool, I wish I can get to travel just to clear my head for a while." You said drinking my beer a bit.

"Yea it's beautiful here, and there's also this legend going around the village about the "Ghost of the Jungle"." You laugh at the name and shake my head.

"Now there's something to be on the lookout in the jungle, be careful April or the ghost will get you too." You say jokingly and giggle.

"This is actually serious though, this legend is actually an active hero. This guy helps the village in danger and no one knows his identity, all he does is kicks the bad guys asses and he retreats into the shadows of the jungle. Kinda seems familiar don't you think?.." April explains with a soft voice at the end and you go from a smile to a straight face.

"Familiar to who exactly?" You say with no tone and stare at the city.

"(Y/n), you know who I'm talking about. Don't you think it's time that someone finds him?" April says gently.

"April if he wanted to be found, then you would've found him right when you got into the jungle, trust me I know him, he's probably observing you right now just to make sure your safe." You say with a sigh and rub my face softly.

"That sounded a little creepy but you might have a point, but I still think I can give it a shot, the guys need him back." She says while cutting more leaves down.

"Yea your right, just be careful, Leo isn't the only one in the jungle." You say getting up with the empty beer in hand.

"Want me to give him a message from you?" She asks softly. You think about it for a moment and shake my head.

"I don't think that's necessary, if he wants to be in contact with me then he'll find a way to do it, just get back safe." You say putting that beer bottle in the trash can and starting to walk across the rooftop.

"Alright, I'll update you later about him, see you soon and I'll be careful, oh and don't forget to give Casey a surprise visit." She says with a serious voice in the end and you laugh.

"Don't worry I will, bye."

"Bye (Y/n)."

We both hung up the phone and you started running across the rooftops to get to Casey.

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It wasn't easy trying to find Leo at all in this jungle, he could basically fit in by just walking around being green and all. April heard rustling in the bushes and she slowly stood up with a raised eyebrow.

"Is anyone here?" Proceeding through the bushes and looking around. "Hello?"

I'm starting to get tired of this. Maybe (Y/n)'s right-

She suddenly fell through a hole and crashed through vines. April yell and close her eyes waiting for a strong impact, but when she landed, she didn't land on anything hard.

"It's a long way from the city to just drop in." She hear a familiar voice and open her eyes to see Leo in the flesh grinning.

"Leo." April smiled, happy to finally see her lost friend.

They talked and she tried convincing him to come back for his brothers but he's too stubborn. Why won't he budge?

"Your training period ended a year ago, and Splinter says you don't write anymore." April keeps persuading him, hoping that it would at least make him think about it.

"Splinter sent me down here to become a better leader. I can't go back to failure. Besides, these people need me more than my brothers do." He confirms while poking the fire with a frown.

"If Master Splinter were here, he would ask you 'what is your heart telling you?'" She said softly while looking at him.

"I don't know..I just know something's missing." Leo sighs while standing up and dropping the stick in the fire.

If (Y/n) were here, she knew what to say to him. Speaking of which...

"What about (Y/n)?" April asked hesitantly. Leo froze and looked back at her.

"What about her?" Leo asked as if he was clueless. She sighed and shook her head.

"Don't you think it was a bad idea breaking up with her through a letter?" She responded, observing his reaction. He looked away a little sad but looked back at her with his regular self.

"I did what I had to. She can't have a normal life with a mutant like me, April. I'm supposed to help everyone move forward, not holding them back." Leo picks up another stick for the fire.

"You should've talked to her to see how she feels about this. She has the right to choose her own path and future. Leo, you should've seen how heartbroken she was. (Y/n) wasn't able to think about her future, she was just furious at herself for not knowing what she did wrong." April reasoned gently and he clenched his fists.

"It was hard sending that letter..but I had to. Come on April, we're talking about (Y/n) here, she's so loyal that she'd do anything to be by my side, even if I can't give her the life she deserves. I don't want her to sacrifice all those great opportunities out there because of me. I just can't live with myself if I failed her." Leo sighed and looked away.

"If you're willing to let her go for good, at least give her some closure, she needs that to move forward. Your brothers need you, Leo. They're all lost without you." April looked down sadly at everyone else's outcome for his absence. When she looked back up, he was gone. She tried calling out for him and looking for a bit but it was getting dark, and she needed to get back home.

Looks like I'm coming home empty handed.

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You ended up on Casey and April's rooftop apartment and checked that Casey wasn't there. You sighed and shook your head while looking at your watch.

"A little early for playing vigilante this evening Jones." You looked around and closed your eyes while closely listening to the city and focused intensely.

Your vision went dark and back into seeing Casey beating up some crook with another vigilante with a metal suit.

"Ah, so the Night watcher is at it again and with a side kick." You say opening my eyes and start sprinting and jumping across the rooftops.

You got to them when the guys were tying the guy up in chains and you cross my arms looking at Casey.

"Really Casey? I thought you were gonna watch a game tonight." Casey and the Nightwatcher turned around surprised.

"(Y/n)?? How did you find me?" Casey said, taking off his hockey mask.

"It really wasn't that hard, trust me." You say and look at the Night Watcher, slowly walk towards him.

"So you're the Night Watcher huh? Never thought I'd bump into you." You say crossing my arms and tilt your head while Casey looks a little nervous.

"Nice to meet you as well ma'am but I-uh gotta go-"

"Raph I know it's you."

"Is it really that obvious?!"

"Yes it was that obvious." You laugh and shake your head

He takes off his helmet and glares at Casey who was laughing.

"Can it sidekick". Raph points at Casey

You hear a groan on the ground and look at the douchebag, he started to crawl and climb away from us.

"Aww, ain't that cute, he's trying to get away." Casey sweetly mocks.

You turn to the boys and you all smirked at each other, you turn back to the crook and approach him.

"Well, looks like I got sidekicks." Casey grins and you huff.

"Yea right, you're the sidekick." Raph says confidently.

"In your dreams boys." You glare playfully at them.

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Once the crook was chained to the light post, we three ended up on the roof top watching the crowd.

Casey and I look at each other knowing the burning question in our minds. You were brave enough to ask first.

"Hey, what's with the vigilante phase? I thought you and your brothers were done with fighting crime since Leo left." You asked, concerned for his well being. Raph sighed and he looks at the street.

"What was I supposed to do? Sit around, wait for Leo to come back and save the day? I mean we haven't heard word one from him since Splinter sent him away on his little "vacation." Raph glares at the street.

"You're right on that part, but don't you think it's a little tiresome cleaning the streets by yourself? I mean, there hasn't been a foot clan activity since the Shredder's death, so there's no use of handling lower class criminals." You sighed softly and nodded towards the guy chained on the light post.

"Come on, you think these lowlifes take vacations at the first sign of pressure? No. The criminal element of this city may be guilty of a lot of things, but being quitters ain't one of them." Raph puts his helmet in his duffle bag. You look towards Casey and he nods.

"So, what happens if Leo comes back? Are you gonna keep being the NightWatcher?" You asked softly with concern.

"You know, I-I don't even care about Leo anymore. Kinda hope he never comes back." Raph gets up with a dismissive wave. You sighed a bit, kinda feeling guilty about thinking the same thing.

"Come on, aren't you being a little hard on the guy?" Casey suggested calmly.

"Who wouldn't be hard on him." You mumbled quietly.

"I don't know. It's possible. I guess if I could live anywhere other than the city I'd go to, but I can never leave this place. I can't even sleep without the sound of the subway rumbling over my head." Raph sighs while his hands above his head, making his point.

"No offense, but aren't you guys used to loud noises by now since you guys make a lot of noise." You pointed out, looking at him. He sat back down beside me.

"Guess it comes from growing up with a house full of brothers." Raph looks down at the streets again.

"I'm not trying to tell you what to do, I'm just saying that, if it was my brother, I'd find a way to work it out. But that's just me. I got my own issues y'know? Like back at home with April." Casey says, taking off his hockey mask.

"You don't say." You hide my grin and let him continue.

"There's this whole thing about settling down that makes me miss the old times. I don't know if I can be the grown up she needs me to be." Casey sighs and looks down at the street. You pat his shoulder lightly and smile at him.

"It's okay to miss the old times, but it's not okay to wait for it to come back. We all had a good run together. It's time to make more out of our lives other than breaking bones every once in a while. It's not gonna be easy to let go of those awesome times but we can make better ones. Just think about what you want to do with April." You reassured him with a gentle smile and he smiled back.

Casey puts his hockey mask on top of his head and we hear snoring. We look to our right and see Raph asleep while sitting up. Casey sighs and You giggle at Raph's tired state.

"Good talk Raph." Casey sarcastically says and stands up to shake him. You stop him and smile.

"I'll take him back to his place, you go back to your apartment and rest. April told me to tell you to stay alert of the time tomorrow. She's gonna be coming back waiting for you." You informed him with a grin and picked up Raph's duffle bag.

"Oh shit. Thanks for the heads up, I'll put the alarm clock on. Are you sure you can handle this?" Casey gestures towards Raph and you laugh.

"I've handled him from the very beginning, watch this." You grin and knock Raph's shell, making Casey eyes a bit wide.

"Come on Raph, you're sleeping on the rooftop again. Let's go to the lair." You insisted and Raph wakes up and rubs his eyes while standing up.

"Sorry Casey, what were ya saying?" Raph asks looking at Casey. Casey rolls his eyes and pats your back.

"Nothing sidekick, just saying goodnight because April needs me in the morning." Casey salutes to Raph and puts his bat over his shoulder.

"Alright, see ya later." Raph was confused but shrugged it off.

Once Casey left, you walked with Raph to the nearest manhole cover. It's been almost three weeks since you've been to the lair. Being busy with being a bartender and waitress at a fancy restaurant wasn't easy to balance.

"So, how have you been?" Raph questioned curiously.

"Things have been coming along, pretty tired from the long shift, but I'm taking some days off to save the energy." You smiled at him.

"Meet anyone new?" He raised an eyebrow, hinting something.

"Raph...I don't know..He's a good guy, and wants nothing but to spend time with me whatever chance he gets. I don't feel ready for that no matter how long he waits." You hop down the fire escape and stand beside the manhole cover with him. Raph notices the internal battle I'm having and puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, it's okay. Just go on one date with him and see how it goes. If you still don't feel like you're ready then cut it off, but if you do then keep going. Stop waiting on Leo to come back. It's been a year. After that letter, you should start thinking about what's best for you. No more looking back." Raph softly says and see's your eyes collect tears, he froze in place, not sure what to do.

"I just want to know why I wasn't enough..." Your voice cracked and tears started to fall from my eyes. Raph sighs and hugs you close.

"It's gonna be okay." Raph murmured softly, rubbing your back. Ever since the break up letter, Raph has been there for you. April was the first to know but since she couldn't stand the way you were shutting myself out, she told the guys about it. Splinter was surprised to learn that his eldest son has ended the relationship with the woman he truly loves.

Ever since then, they were the ones picking up the pieces that Leo left behind. Raph was pretty pissed when Leo decided to break things off with you. He thought that it was cowardly on Leo's part, he may be his brother but you're like a sister to him. He's gonna show Leo that he can't get away with anything when he comes back.

Once you were done crying, Raph took his duffle bag from you and opened the manhole cover.

"You should sleep, and then visit us tomorrow cause Mikey won't shut up about you." Raph grunts thinking about Mikey, making you wipe your tears and giggle.

"I will come by after my shift, so tell Mikey to hold on a little longer." You smile gently. Raph nods and smiles while going into the sewers.

You sigh, disappointed by how Leo still had this affect on you, feeling sorry for yourself and lowering your self esteem. It's been over a year and you need to move on from him. On your walk home you pull out your cell phone and call the number. He picked up on the second ring.

"(Y/n), it's nice to hear from you, are you alright?" He softly asks, concerned.

"I'm good Winters, I-uh, wanted to take your offer on coffee tomorrow. I'm sorry if I called you at a bad time." You felt nervous accepting his offer but you need to keep going.

"Not at all my dear, I'm rather happy of this surprise. I'll come pick you up around 8 o'clock, will that be alright?" You could hear the smile through the phone even though you couldn't see it.

"That sounds great, see you then?" You smiled through the phone as well.

"See you then (Y/n)." Winter chuckles and you both hang up.

You smiled to yourself and put a strand of hair behind your ear, you walked into your apartment and landed on the bed. You finally took the step to move forward and you don't feel as guilty as you would a couple months ago. You get up from the bed and smile while picking out the clothes from your closet, ready for tomorrow in general. You changed into your comfortable clothes and went to bed. Closing your eyes, you can't stop smiling at the thought of giving someone else a chance, it felt weird and exciting. Maybe things aren't so bad after all.

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“Who was that brother?” Aguila asked, observing Winters closing his flip phone.

“That, my brother, is an important guest who will help us fulfill our birthrights.” Winters grins at his brother.

Hopefully she's the answer.

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Teach to Learn, Learn to Teach

Fandom: Fantasy High

Rating: T

Genre: General/Friendship

Summary: Ragh and Tracker both have a lot to learn from each other. 

Words: 3269

AN: So, the topic of Ragh taking a level in cleric and Tracker taking a level in barbarian came up on tumblr, and I was so intrigued I had to write something for these gaybies. It will probably be three parts, one focusing on Ragh, one on Tracker, and one about them going home, or something like that. Just enjoy chapter one. 

Disclaimer: I do not own Fantasy High.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

They had both known, when Tracker first brought up her goal to Ragh, that it would be rough going. Fallinel wasn't the most welcoming of outsiders as it was, though at least High Elf decorum granted adventurers safe passage, so long as they weren't causing issues. But causing issues was the entire reason they were there, and Ragh's official adventurer certification he had received at graduation only did so much when he was helping Tracker constantly shoulder her way into temples of Galilea, trying to turn back the carefully placed lies the high priests had said to turn their goddess away from her wilder ways. 

The fact that she was actually making headway with the younger elves, the ones who saw how prim and proper their elders were and balked against that fate, only made things even worse for them. Add in the newly formed 'Pack of Galilea,' younger elves who not only wanted to worship the wild of the night but become wolves themselves, their leader constantly trying to convince Tracker to bite her so she could turn the rest of her pack and give more strength to the wild form of the goddess they loved, and, well. 

Honestly, they really should have expected something like this. Should have expected that the high priest would deem her a problem. Should have expected him to decide to end it. Should have expected him to know that only silver could hurt a werewolf, and armed the elf he had hired to do his will properly. 

Had they expected it, maybe she wouldn't be gasping in the back of their van, the silver poisoning from the arrow still stuck deep in her side seeping into her veins while Ragh tried to avoid the trees, putting distance between them and where they had been attacked. Had they expected it, maybe she would have cast Moon Haven earlier, ensuring their safety. Had they expected it, maybe they wouldn't have been goofing off, listening to music and chatting while their dinner cooked. 

Maybe, maybe, maybe she wouldn't be dying before she got to see Kristen again. 

"Ok, I think I lost them." 

She wasn't sure when Ragh finally pulled the van over, or how long it had been or how far they had gone, just that now he was besides her, talking. A knife in his hand, cutting through her second favorite shirt (damn them for that), pulling the cloth away from the wound. 

"Sorry sis, this is gonna hurt."

She barely felt him cut into her skin - the head hadn't gone all the way through, couldn't be broken off and the shaft pulled out, it had to be cut out and stitched up - but she did feel as he began to pull it out, the silver arrowhead brushing against the dying skin, making her howl in pain as everything within her wanted to flee. Flee the pain, the sheer burning agony of every single one of her cells dying, flee into the night and the moonlight until she could curl up somewhere that felt and smelt like home. 

But then it was gone. The silver was gone, she could think again, and though everything hurt, she could focus on Ragh's words. 

"Shit shit shit sorry sis, I had to get it out, shit. Fuck, god damn it, what was next? Think, Ragh, you know this." His voice fell to muttering for a bit as he pressed a cloth to the wound, looking through the medical kit. She wanted to say something, give him a hint or encouragement, but she was so tired. "Sterilize it, fuck, that's right! Where are you, you tiny little shit, you're hiding better then Riz to get out of PE... there you are!" He held up a small bottle triumphantly, used his teeth to undo the top, and splashed a generous portion directly into the wound. 

Tracker thankfully passed out immediately, her thoughts a dozen swirls of pain and Galilea thanking her for her efforts and wanting nothing more then to just sleep. 

It was morning when she next woke up. Her tank top had been replaced with a sports jersey, her side covered with enough bandages that she was almost sure she now classified as a large creature instead of medium, and the smell of burning fish covered everything else. Her stomach growled, despite the acrid smoke, and that was enough to get her moving, sluggishly kicking open the door to see what kind of trouble Ragh was in now. 

He was, surprisingly, doing well for himself. He had built a decent fire pit, had managed to grab a dozen fish or so from a nearby river, and only two of them seemed to have caught fire. The others actually looked amazing, and before she could even think the actual thought, she had grabbed one, sinking her teeth into the flesh, ravenous. 

Ragh just chuckled. "Good morning to you too, sis. I'm so glad you're ok. I was worried I was going to have to call Kristen and give her bad news, and honestly, your girlfriend scares me."

She couldn't help but laugh through her mouthful of fish, forcing it down so she could respond in a timely manner. 

"Full honestly, and I'll kill you if you ever tell her? She scares me a little bit too. Love her, but she has some weird shit going on with the gods that's just on a whole nother level."

She had been sleeping for two days. Ragh had done the best he could, keeping her comfortable and hydrated, just glad he had remembered enough from his mandatory healing class to stabilize her. He didn't know enough to actually heal, he had spent too much of the class mooning over a cute cleric guy in the front row, but cutting out arrows used knives, so he remembered that at least. 

"I just always relied on having a cleric," he admitted with a shrug. "Never thought much more about it."

"You thought enough to save me," Tracker pointed out, resting her non-cash covered hand on his shoulder. "Thank you." 

It took another day for her spells to come back, her energy finally high enough after gorging on fish and the few rabbits Ragh caught to finally cast a healing hand on herself. Ragh watched with a new found fascination as she unwrapped the wound, showing his shoddy stitches to keep her held together, only for the silvery light to flow from her hand, popping out the stitches and leaving her with healed, slightly pink skin. 

"Sis, you gotta teach me how to do that."

A raised eyebrow, a glance over at him as he half reached out, as if he wanted to touch her newly healed wound to make sure it was truly one, a tilt of her head as she waited for him to continue. He didn't, instead his skin flushing a deeper green as he shuffled his feet. 

"You want to become a healer?"

Ragh just shrugged, rubbing at the back of his head. They both needed to get haircuts soon, Tracker noticed and mentally filed away, watching as he felt the longer hair tickling the back of his neck and tried to move it away. Her own shaved side was growing out as well, much to her annoyance, though she quickly shook her head, forcing away the random thoughts as she looked back at her friend. 

"I know I'm not that smart," Ragh muttered, giving a shrug as if his lower intelligence score wasn't that big of a deal to him, "but even doing my best, there wasn't much I could do to help after, you know." He waved towards her and the pile of bloody gauze next to her. "I've never had to take care of someone before, someone else always did that, but now it's just the two of us, sis. What if it's worse next time? I don't know about all this religion stuff, but I've thought about it a lot over the last few days, and while I'm still gonna be the tank, it might help if I can also help take care of us." 

She wasn't sure what he was expecting, but Tracker could tell he wasn't expecting her to lean over and pull him into a giant bear hug, only to pull back a few moments later and punch him in the arm. 

"Don't sell yourself so short, big guy," Tracker said sternly, waggling a finger at him. "You kept me alive, which is the best thing you could have done. As for the healing, well, do you have a god in mind?"

Ragh immediately perked up, a half grin as he began to think. It would be a process, they would both soon find out - when he had come up blank, she had immediately begun with the most obvious of the gods: Cassandra and Galilea. Going over the pros, the cons, how both goddesses would easily accept him, though Cassandra might be a bit happier about it then Galilea was. But, eventually, neither of them just felt right to him, which was the most important thing. 

And so began their side quest - finding Ragh a god. 

"What about Tempus, god of war," Tracker asked one evening, gutting fish by the fireside as Ragh attempted to mend a hole in his shirt. "A neutral god, popular with a lot of fighters." 

It took him a long moment to answer, the tip of his tongue poking out from between his lips as he tried to keep his stitches straight. Tying off the line, he gave a small shrug. 

"Nah. I'm not much of a war guy. I like bashing heads, not overthrowing other governments for whatever reason I come up with, yah know?" 

“What about Gruumsh,” Ayda asked a few days later, pulling out the many goods she had brought from Riz’s borrowed suitcase of holding. She didn’t come often - Tracker had made it clear that this was her mission, and while all of their friends were ready to come the moment she said she needed help, she wanted to do this on her own first, or at least try. But every few months Ayda would show up in their camp with care packages and letters (Gorgug had made them satellite phones, but not all of them had planatar fueled vans to keep them charged with, so those were for emergencies only) and a few creature comforts they missed from home, stay for a meal, and then take back whatever they wanted to send with her, letters and keepsakes of their own to their own loved ones. 

It was always wonderful, getting the stack of letters from Kristen and Jawbone and the others, and this time she brought advice as well. 

“He is already the god of the orcs, which you are at least half of. I would need some of your blood to analyze the exact genetic makeup, and while that is a topic of conversation we will have to revisit in the future, for now I do believe Gruumsh would welcome you into his army.” 

Ragh was already shaking his head before she even finished, his nose wrinkled in distaste. “Nah sis, Gruumsh isn’t my kind of guy.” 

For a moment Ayda just stood there, watching him, her head tilted to the side. But then her eyes glowed just a bit brighter, and a look of understanding appeared. “Of course. You are neutral good. He is chaotic evil. Your alignments wouldn’t be compatible. I apologize for not thinking of this beforehand.” 

Ragh waved her off, giving her a fanged smile. “No harm, no foul, sis. I just get tired of people always thinkin orcs are evil, you know? I’m not, my mom’s not, Gorgug’s for sure not. So I really don’t want to get mixed up with an evil god if I can avoid it.” 

Ayda gave a deep nod of understanding. “On my honor as a wizard, and as both the mother and the daughter of the same quite wonderful half-orc, I swear to you, Ragh Barkrock, I shall not make that mistake again. Would you like an orange?” 

Ragh happily took the fruit from her outstretched hand, and Ayda gave a small, happy trill before returning to her unpacking, crying a few tears when he handed her a slice. 

“What about Talos, our lord of the storms and tempest that ravage our forests almost as well as you ravaged me last night?” 

Tracker could barely hide her eye roll and fake gag as she paid for their rooms at the inn, Ragh’s lately hook up hanging off his arm and batting his big elf eyes at him. She had known this was going to happen, again, and had warned him, again, that he needed better tastes in hook ups, but Ragh seemed to had a soft spot for elven twinks, and always ended up bringing one back to the inn whenever they were lucky enough to stay in one. She was just glad that they had separate rooms this time, and hadn’t had to sleep as a wolf in the nearest bush. 

“I’m not really a ravishing kind of guy,” Ragh said, trying to free his arm from the elfs’ grasp. “Sure, it’s fun to do every once in a while, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to commit to a ravishing lifestyle yet. What’s that, Tracker? We need to go?” Ragh looked at her with such desperation that she couldn’t turn her back on him like she had last time. 

“Come on Ragh, I have important things to do for Galilea.” 

“You hear the boss, important god cleric wolf stuff to do. I’ll call you, bye!” Ragh almost ran out the door past her, leaving the poor elf boy pouting at the table, wondering what Ragh meant when he said ‘call.’ 

“You need to work on your taste in guys, my dude,” Tracker said with a shake of her head as she slid into the driver’s side, glancing over her shoulder at the half-orc hiding in the back seat. “At least stop choosing the clingy ones?”

“Please, just drive.” 

In the end, it was Ragh himself who found his god, as was strangely right. 

The small town they had stopped in was, by far, their favorite stop so far. Mostly high elves, sure, but high elves strangely welcoming, much more like Adaine then the others they had met so far. A few other species were there too, half elves, a few fairies, and even a couple of gnomes that had taken residence in a nearby cave, turning it into a mix of apartment complexes and work stations. It was the most welcoming town they had been in; it almost felt like home. 

And, centered in the middle of town, were their shrines. 

It was common for towns this small, Tracker had learned, to not have a temple dedicated to every single god worshiped in the area. While for some towns that meant only one temple, maybe two if there were multiple families with influence, other towns had too many to count, each family or inhabitant following their own deity. So, instead, they had a shrine building instead, each deity with their own table and candles and cushions in front of them so those who worshiped them could pray. 

It was there, after he had gone missing for hours on end, that Tracker finally found him. He was just sitting there on one of the cushions, staring at the flickering candle, eyes both vacant and seemingly touched with a new found peace. He didn’t even notice when she sat down next to him, only starting out of whatever trance he seemed to be in when Tracker put her hand on his shoulder, gently shaking him. 

“This is him,” Ragh immediately said, his face lit up with almost the same happy glow as whenever he reminded people he was gay and was met with acceptance instead of the hatred he thought he would find. “I was curious what was in here, so I walked in and thought it was some kind of weird like, massage parlor, but I found my guy, and this dude totally rocks, Tracker!  Hoot growl, up high!” 

Tracker immediately gave him his high five, giddy with excitement for her friend. And taking a look at the shrine they sat before, she couldn’t help but agree that it fit. Torm, god of courage and self-sacrifice, a provider of protection. Symbolized by a white gauntlet raised against a coming sword. For her bodyguard and best friend, yeah, it felt right. 

Of course, finding the god was only the first step in becoming a cleric. Then there was the training. 

Not all clerics were as blessed as she and Kristen were (though, of course, no one was as blessed as Saint Kristen Applebees, chosen and denier of Helios, creator of the planatar YES!/?, healer of the Goddex Cassandra). Some clerics had to work to gain their deity’s blessing, to prove that they were good enough vessels of the gods’ holy power. Some were just pains in the asses to get a hold of. 

Luckily, Torm seemed to approve of Ragh. 

It took a while, a few days after they left the town, Ragh standing between her and a weird lizard creature neither of them could remember the name of, for Torm to finally respond to the prayers Tracker had been teaching him. An almost imperceptible white light seemed to surround Ragh's hand as it came down against the lizards' jaw, just bright enough that Tracker's wolf enhanced eyes caught it as she bit deep into the creatures' tail. And each time he fulfilled his role of protector, showed courage as he walked by her side into the temples of Galilea, took up his weapon to protect her against whatever else Fallinel had to throw at them, it grew a little bit brighter. 

Until one day, without even thinking about it, he cast a Sacred Flame at an enemy on the other side of their camp site, the burning bright light zapping into the creatures' side, sending it scampering back into the wilds of the untamed woods in the far reaches of the country. Together they quickly finished off their enemies, Rahg wielding his weapon and a new found spells with an enjoyable ease, taking joy in the blessing of his god. 

She remembered that feeling, the power and joy from being blessed by one of the gods, the sudden innate knowledge of exactly what to do to make everything perfect and wonderful and right. 

The fight eventually ended, Ragh having taken the brunt of the damage, though one of them did get a slice at her flank. Before she could shift back and heal it herself, Ragh had reached out and touched her shoulder. Another burst of brilliant white light, something she would have to teach him to control later, raced through her veins and across her skin, invigorating her and closing most of the wound, leaving a scratch where before there had been a gash. All while Ragh stared in awe, eyes and smile wide, though clearly he was exhausted from the small use of magic. 

Another moment and she was back in her human form, healing him herself as he sat back, staring at his hands as his wounds closed around him. 

"Tracker..."

She raised her head from examining her work, making sure there wasn't something she had missed. 

"This fucking rules." 

An easy smile shared between them, Tracker knowing exactly what he meant. 

"Yeah it does."

[edettethegreat]

BONUS ROUND (aka part 1.5)- Some additional things for staging King Lear so that Edmund is 100% more sympathetic

Part 1 

Due to the fact that the audience needs to be told things via physical action makes this job of mine (ie making Edmund more sympathetic) (that I definitely did not have to do) a whole lot more difficult.

I gotta add in some more stage directions to really push the points I’m going for. So that even the dumbest audience member will get my point.

Casting/ Costumes

-Curan, who I have previously decided is the Captain Edmund talks to later, has red hair. Like, a bright shade of red. Since it’s not a common hair color, the audience will be able to recognize that the same servant is now the captain. 

- regarding Cornwall’s costume- This is a very valid example of what I was trying to describe (but like- plus a black jacket)

-Edgar and Gloucester have a very strong family resemblance to each other. Edmund does not. In fact, Edmund looks almost nothing like them. (For example, if Edgar and Gloucester have dark brown hair, Edmund would have light blond hair.) (I know, I know- that’s not necessarily how genetics work. BUT. That’s also not not how genetics work.) 

-EXCEPT. Now hear me out because I’m right. Hear me out. This is good. Edmund and Gloucester share the same, very distinctive, eye color. So that when Gloucester’s eyes get stabbed out, it’s also severing the one strand of a connection he had with Edmund. ✨Symbolism!✨

ACT 1 SCENE 1

-At the start of the scene, the stage already has people on it. It’s like. A party kinda but not really? It’s a royal event- a bunch of noblepeople would be there. The Door (TM) (and by now (assuming you read part 1) you should know that The Door (TM) is one of my favorite set pieces here) is on the stage towards the middle in the back. 

-you can see Gloucester, Kent, and Edmund walking towards it, ie to enter and join the other guests in the room. There is no wall between “behind” the door and in front of it. Only an implied wall created by how the set is set up. So you can still see them. 

Here’s a not-so-helpful illustration:

I do recognize how unhelpful that illustration is. I’m sorry. 

-As they approach the door, Gloucester pauses, waiting. Kent stands behind him- waiting to see what he’s waiting for. As you’ve guessed by now, this Earl of Gloucester is waiting for his bastard son to open the door for him. (Headcanon that Gloucester treats Edmund like a servant 99% of the time. Headcanon that Edmund would rather be a servant, because at least servants can quit their jobs.)

-Edmund opens it. Kent’s just like “what- what just happened?”. But Gloucester enters, and Edmund seems to be waiting for him to enter as well, and so he does. (It was this, combined with everything I wrote in Part 1, that makes Kent ask “Is not this your son, my lord?”, ie ??he’s not a servant tho?? Why, Gloucester?? Why are you like this??)

-As I mentioned earlier (I think- Unless I was just planning on mentioning it, and I didn’t actually get around to doing so) (I don’t exactly write these things in order), Extras are already on stage. The whole stage has a “ah yes this is an upper class event. The people here are all fancy rich people” vibe. 

-As Gloucester has his epic conversation with Kent, other less high ranking noblemen stand around them as well.  They don’t say anything or join in- probably because they’re less higher ranking.I know nothing about the hierarchy of English nobility, but let’s just say that Gloucester and Kent are pretty high ranking people.

-anyway the only purpose of doing that is for the “make Gloucester 100% more of a jerk” aspect of this. 

-ie, he’s not just insulting Edmund in private, or in front of a close friend of his. He’s insulting him in public, in front of all the random noblemen. 

-everything else I wrote in Part 1 about this scene stays the same.

ACT 1 SCENE 2

-Edmund stands by the desk as he talks to Edgar. (As you’d remember from part 1, he was sitting at the desk as he started his 2nd soliloquy).

-at “Some villain hath done me wrong!” Edgar slams his hands down on the desk. Edmund backs away as he says his lines “That’s my fear....”. He sees that Edgar is really angry (yeah, no kidding.), and is like “oh.... oh he would not hesitate to kill me with his bare hands at the moment.”

ACT 2 SCENE 1

-at “and of my land?..... loyal and natural boy, I’ll work the means to make thee capable”, Gloucester is still facing away from Edmund/ not looking at him. He motions vaguely to him at the words “loyal and natural..”. The line is said in a way making it clear that by it he’s actually saying “well Edgar’s not a valid heir to my stuff anymore, what’ll I do with my land??.... ah, I guess Edmund will have to get them. Oh well.”

ACT 2 SCENE 2

-Not exactly a stage direction, but a second reason for why “his” in the sentence “no more, perchance, does mine, nor his, nor hers” is referring to Gloucester and not Edmund:  Kent’s response to this is “I have seen better faces in my time”, so “his” can’t be Edmund, since practically the first thing Kent says about Edmund in Act 1 Scene 1 is “hmmm yes that is a Nice Looking person”

-I’m revising what I said in part 1 (mainly just about where Edmund is standing on stage/ where everyone is standing on stage)- I’m changing this scene to be more in favor of @suits-of-woe​’s Cornwall Theory. (HEY PEOPLE, GO READ THE CORNWALL THEORY. I don’t just link it here for fun- I link it so you all can go read it)

-SO

-just to reiterate what I said last time about this scene- Edmund enters to break up Kent and Oswald’s fight with a sword (more specifically- Edgar’s two handed sword that he just used to fight Edgar and stab himself with). His arm is wounded from that one time about two seconds ago when he stabbed it. It’s been bandaged. He’s holding the sword well enough, but it’s clear that he wouldn’t be able to actually fight anyone with it.

-NOW MOVING ON TO NEW STUFF

-at “..come, I’ll flesh ye..”, Kent draws his sword and challenges Edmund. (Wait. His sword’s already drawn, right? Ok then nevermind, he just challenges Edmund.)

-Gloucester, Cornwall, and Regan Enter, and walk a bit onto the stage.

-At “Weapons! Arms! What’s the matter here??”, Gloucester notices the fight and takes like 5 steps away from it. It’s clear that he’s like “nope nope nope not dealing with this today-”

-Regan stays where she is. She’s not particularly scared of the fight, and knows that neither Kent nor Oswald would dare injure her, considering she’s literally the king’s daughter.

-Cornwall, however, at his lines of “Keep peace, upon your lives! He dies that strikes again!” moves to stand in between Edmund and Cornwall- ie facing Cornwall, in a way that would be protecting Edmund. He also is confident neither Kent nor Oswald would hurt him- he’s higher ranking than both of them.

(Illustrated for your convenience) (Scribbled out Edmund bc I didn’t know how tall to make him)

-Cornwall can see clearly that Edmund is in no condition to fight (at least not with a two handed sword). As the next few lines are said, Cornwall takes the sword from Edmund, in a “don’t worry about this- I got this” sort of way. He gently pushes Edmund towards where Gloucester and Regan are standing- in the same sort of way; showing “hey. I’ll deal with this. It’s not your job to defend us. Go chill with the rest of The Group.”

 ACT 3 SCENE 3

-remember when I said Gloucester is angry in this scene?

-yeah well I gotta really push that point using some ✨stage directions✨ rather than just “Gloucester yells a lot”

-ANYWAY

-The Door (TM) is turned sideways for this scene, and Gloucester and Edmund enter from the side of the stage

Here’s a totally helpful illustration 

-Gloucester is clearly angry, Edmund is Hiding His Emotions (TM). 

-Gloucester starts his lines while he grabs the doorknob and forcefully opening the door. As Gloucester storms on to the main part of the stage, he slams the door behind him, right before Edmund could walk through it after him. Because of course, Gloucester has to forget that Edmund exists at lest once a scene. Edmund stands outside the door for a sec, as if saying “......wow.”. Then he enters and joins Gloucester inside. 

ACT 5 SCENE 3

-As Albany says “Half blooded fellow, yes!”, last time I wrote that Edmund is momentarily surprised, then glares at him. This time I’m here to change this a bit-

At first I was picturing it like This:

But then I was like, “no,, that won’t make Edmund 100% more sympathetic- that would only make him like 65% more sympathetic.” 

-anyway, we gotta raise Albany’s aggression level. Because if they’re equally aggressive to each other The Audience might just. Not get it. They won’t get that we’re out here trying our hardest to make ya sympathize with Edmund.

-So. And Hear me out. Because this DOES have a point. I’m gonna get to it. So to raise Albany’s aggression levels here, Albany grabs Edmund’s tie or jabot (whatever neck piece the costume has. I don’t care how historically accurate the costumes are) and pulls him towards him (in like. An aggressive Way.) He lets go as soon as he finishes saying that one line- he only did it to prove he was serious about challenging Edmund. Either way, he did It in a more pulling forward motion than a grabbing on motion, and so now Edmund is standing on the other side of Albany. (Was this basically just a way for me to change where Edmund is standing? Maybe.)

-now that Edmund is standing on the other side of Albany, the scene continues as I wrote it out in part 1- ie Edmund glares at Albany. Except Albany is no longer standing in front of him (ie facing him). 

Here’s an illustration to help out-

So far, Edmund never glared at anyone (or showed his anger in general) straight to a person’s face. He always only lets his mask fall when he’s alone or when the subject of his anger can’t see him. So now it’s more consistent- their positions on the stage changed so that Edmund can still glare at Albany, and also doesn’t have to drop his act.

-AND THAT’S IT-

 (-FOR NOW-)

[jimlingss]

The President’s Son [3]

Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

➜ Words: 3.5k

➜ Genres: 100% Fluff, Slice of Life, Bodyguard!AU

➜ Summary: Kim Taehyung is the President’s son, mischievous and playful, and infamous for being a troublemaker. When everyone’s given up, they call for you to be his personal guard. There’s no other choice when your dad’s assigned you to it and surprisingly Taehyung doesn’t mind either. Maybe because you happened to grow up with that brat.

➜ Warnings: Slowburn.....

Taehyung’s pouting. Again.   He’s staring at the way you peel back the plastic cover of your small cheese and crackers snack and he licks his lips before huffing again, shoulders slumping in their spot. He looks down to his chip bag, gets up from his spot and comes tottling over. “Hey.”   Silence. You continue watching the television and try to follow along with the story — it’s hard when you’re not used to watching. But Taehyung is unimpressed with you ignoring him again and he plops down in front of you, forcing you to look at him.    “Hey, I said!” He’s loud. “Pay attention to me! I was asking if you wanted to trade snacks!”   The seven year old haughtily shoves his bag of chips into your shoulder. “You can have these. If I get those cheese crackers of yours. I like them….”    You stare at Taehyung before looking down to the blue rectangular bag held in his tiny fists. Then your eyes stray to your cheese and crackers, the one snack you chose with your allowance.   He sighs. “Please. Pretty please?! Can I have them or not?!”   You hand them over.   He snatches your cheese and crackers with a triumphant smile, grinning from ear to ear as laughter fills the air. Taehyung drops his bag of chips into your lap as he leaps over the table and runs down the hall, his bedroom door slamming shut a second later. You’re alone in the living room. And as you peek into the chip bag he gave you…..   There’s nothing inside. Empty.   He already ate them all.

[Present Day]   Bam!   The man comes at you with a forefist, knuckles prepared to come into contact with your mouth, but on muscle memory alone, your body ducks. Your back turns slightly, your leg comes out at an angle and it’s brought back in a fluid spinning hook kick. Your foot collides with the side of his helmet and he’s too caught off guard to catch balance.   Seokjin allows himself to fall back onto the mats.    He laughs breathlessly, not in shame but because he’s impressed. “You’re still good, aren’t you, chickpea?”   Your arm extends, helping him get onto his feet again. A small smile decorates your lips. “You didn’t have to let me win. You know my feelings won’t get hurt.”   Seokjin shakes his head, running a hand through his hair and moving the sweaty strands away from his face. “I’m not letting you win, chickpea. You crushed me. Gave me a run for my money. Are you sure you’ve gotten out of shape? Or did you just use that excuse to demolish me?”   He grins and another smile, more genuine, tickles up your visage. “We should call it even then since you always won back when we were in the same class together.”   “Okay.” He drops a hand on top of your head, making you jolt from the sudden affection, but his arm returns to his side too soon before you can get used to it. “We’re even then. But I want a rematch, Miss Y/N. I’m not letting myself be beat by a black belt when I’m a black belt too. I have a name to live up to around here, y’know.”   The memory is fresh in your mind — every time Jin was able to kick you, hit you, pin you on the mat in front of other kids. While the tables have turned and you’re now able to beat him, the achievement isn’t pleasant.    Rather, you remember how humiliating it was. Not because Seokjin always claimed victories, but because of your father’s clear disappointed expression that came each time you fell, because you would’ve rather been wearing a dress and making chocolates to give to Jin, not trying to hit and kick him and beat him in a match. You wanted to be pretty, not sweaty and gross...and—   “That was so cool!”   There’s a shrill voice that interrupts your thoughts, coming from across the gymnasium.   Kim Taehyung is standing there with his eyes wide, baby blue bike rolled along by his side.   “Can you teach me?!” He leans his bike against the wall, throws his bag to the ground and comes running over, a grin spreading through his face. “How’d you do that?!”   Seokjin bows his head. “Mr. Kim.”   But Taehyung completely ignores him. His eyes are plastered on your face.    Before he can open his mouth and say something else, someone else comes running in, out of breath, blonde hair in disarray, sweat clinging to his forehead.   “Taehyung!” His eyes are full of fear, brows knitted together — you recognize him as Park Jimin, having read his file considering you were essentially taking his job.   The poor boy can barely keep up with Taehyung.   “I-I told you not to go without me!”   “If you can’t keep up with me on my bike then too bad.”   “I-uh…” Jimin glances at Seokjin who’s watching and then at you and then back at Taehyung.   The latter continues, “Plus, I just really wanted to see my new bodyguard. As soon as possible.” He smiles at you and your expression remains blank.   “You’ve gotten sloppy,” a familiar voice sounds near the main doors and you turn to find your dad. “You’re using too much force when you don’t need to. You’re wasting your own efforts.”   You nod. “I’ll work on it.”   Your father hums a low note and looks away from you. “Seokjin, come with me.”   “Yes, sir.” The dark-haired man flashes you a discreet smile as goodbye and he walks off the mats to grab his belongings.   “And you, go with Jimin. He’ll show you the ropes. You begin your assignment tomorrow.”   “Yes, sir.”   He walks out with Seokjin in tow and when they’re completely gone from sight, Taehyung lets out the breath he was holding. “Your dad’s still scary, huh?”   “Dad…?” Jimin’s eyes are comically large as he gawks at you. “You’re Chief’s daughter?”   You pick up your bag, walking past the two of them. “Didn’t you have things to show me?”   Taehyung grins, quickening his pace as he follows you out, practically with a skip in his step. Jimin, on the other hand, is more unprepared and is delayed, struggling to keep up as he runs.   “I don’t live at the Blue House,” Taehyung tells as all three of you cut through the grounds. “I have a place near here, but I visit a lot since this place is actually pretty nice….minus the actual people. Like my step-mom. She’s alright, but I’m not a fan. Personally.”   He’s gazing at your profile with a smile that fails to be repressed, eyes all too intense and endeared like a hyperactive child meeting his hero in the flesh. In the meanwhile, Jimin is still jogging to keep up.   “W-wait, can you guys slow down?”   “It’s not our fault that you’re slow, Chimothy. You gotta keep up! We don’t wait for anyone.”   You stop, feet halting on the grass. Finally, you look at Taehyung. “What time does your classes start tomorrow?”   “Nine a.m.” He grins. “But I like waking up earlier to grab breakfast, so you should be there hmmm….at least seven? Since I can’t go out by myself.”   “What?” Jimin’s inhaling and exhaling, finally caught up. “You don’t get out of bed until at least ten—”   “Chimothy, maybe you should just go. I got this.”   “W-what?”   Taehyung pats Jimin aggressively on the back, enough to leave him coughing and spluttering. “I can show Y/N around. Wouldn’t want to hold you up when I’m sure you have better things to do. I can handle it. Trust me.”   “B-but Chief told me to show Y/N around.”   “Don’t worry about it, okay? I won’t tell, you won’t tell, Y/N won’t either. It’s a secret between us, alright? I know you’re tired. Didn’t you say you haven’t been sleeping well?”   “Y-yeah…?”   “Well now’s a perfect opportunity. South wing, down the hall, take a left and then a right, there’s a secret spare bedroom and a mattress that has your name on it. Go for it!”   Jimin looks at Taehyung and then at you. He reads your blank expression as a sign of confirmation when in reality, you know that no matter what you say or do, there’s no going against Taehyung’s will.    After a beat, Jimin gives in, nods and slowly begins to walk backwards before turning around and walking towards the house. Through telepathy, he wishes you a tearful good luck, saluting you as a comrade about to go into battle.   You’re left alone with Taehyung.   “Now where was I? Right. Breakfast. So you better be there by seven in the morning. And I don’t go to bed until midnight. So I hope you’re prepared to spend at least seventeen hours with me every single day. And also—”   If there’s one thing that’s different from the Taehyung from years ago, it’s that he’s evolved. He doesn’t demand your attention or for you to say anything back. He doesn’t need you to speak at all.   //   Taehyung’s school is large, with different faces constantly leaving and entering campus. But rather than being impressed with the fancy institution, you’re staying alert with the potential threats that could come at any angle at any time.   “Usually I have class in those theatres. Just a heads up, it’s super boring. Like super. Won’t blame you if you fell asleep.”   “I’m taking political science cause dad wants me to go into government — it’s a good job or whatever with decent pension. But it makes me want to blow my brains out. I rather draw. Anyways, that building over there is—”   “You liked to colour.” You stop, interrupting but finally speaking for the first time since he began showing you the campus despite you already having memorized the map.   “Yeah.” His smile becomes sheepish, maybe even happy that you remembered the small detail. “But I don’t just colour.”   You nod before glancing at your watch. “Don’t you have Public Policy Analysis in Hall C in five minutes?”   “H-how did you know that?”   “I have your schedule.”   “Oh. Well it’s fine, I skip anyway. C’mon, let me show you where the dining hall is. They have the best hot chocolate and a buy one get one half off deal…”   But your feet stay rooted in the ground. “I insist that we go. It’s one of my responsibilities to make sure you attend all classes.”   Taehyung’s mouth opens and closes, brows furrowing and his lips pouting when he’s obviously not getting his way with you. “You’re worse than Chimothy. Listen, I don’t need to go. I’m doing fine without attending the stupid lecture—”   “Then I’d like to go.”   Your feet turn, walking away. His sigh is audibly heard, exhaling for the dramatics as his shoulders slump, exactly like a petulant child being dragged off to do chores.   “You’re going the wrong way. That’s the Social Sciences building.” With the new information, you do a hundred eighty turn, going towards the other building. A grin pulls on Taehyung’s mouth and he picks up the pace to join your side. “Not so good at memorizing maps, are you?”   You don’t respond.   Taehyung ends up sitting at the back of the class, the row he’s at and the one before it is completely empty. Maybe other students are aware that he’s the President’s son and they’ve steered clear, especially after witnessing a horde of bodyguards chasing him. Maybe it’s because he just has an overwhelming personality that’s difficult to handle. Or maybe it could be in the way you’re in a suit, hands clasped on the table, intense stare darted straight ahead at the projector screen that’s made everyone steer clear of Taehyung.   Either way, you make it perfectly clear that you’re his bodyguard and anyone who dares to attack him will meet your hands.   On the other hand, Taehyung doesn’t seem particularly disheartened that a class of three hundred have avoided him like the plague. Rather, he appears bored out of his mind as the professor drones on and on. His arm is propped on the table, chin in his hand, leaning over, and his head is turned to stare at you as if your face are the handles of the clock and he’s waiting for time to pass.   “Hey, Y/N…”   Silence.   Taehyung doesn’t force you to talk. Instead, he continues, “Think you can teach me how to kick and punch like that? It was...really hot. If you don’t want to teach me, maybe you can do it to me. What do you say? Hmm? Wanna kick my ass and step all over me? I welcome it completely.”   Silence.   He pokes your shoulder. “Y/N.”   More silence.   He does it again. “Y/N.”   Except this time, Taehyung is loud enough that the students two rows away turn around, frowning at the disturbance. In order to not draw any unnecessary attention, your neck cranes towards him. He smiles at how you’ve given in.   “No.”   Taehyung pouts. “You’re no fun. Still a goody-goody, huh?”   “Pay attention.”   “But this is so boring. I’d rather pay attention to you. At least you’re prettier than the professor.”   There’s no more comments made from you. Nothing is said and as usual, you let him do whatever he wants — he’ll get bored of you anyways. But you underestimate Taehyung.   For the entire hour, he stares at you with an infuriating smile. And when class is over, he’s still staring as the pair of you march across campus together. “You look good in a suit. But aren’t you hot in that?”   “No.”   “Well, you stick out like a sore thumb, Y/N. I wanted someone discreet, and not like I’m with an extra from James Bond or the Matrix.”   “This is the official uniform,” you tell him shortly.   He smiles to himself, glad that you’re saying more than one word to him. “Yeah, I know. By the way, are we actually going to another class of mine? Can we just stop for a second? Maybe you can teach me how to do that kick or throw that punch? I think that’s a much better way to spend our time.”   You stop, feet halting on the grass. Knowing him, he won’t let it go...ever. The easier way to deal with Taehyung is to appease him. So you bend your knees, halfheartedly, arms lifting to lightly punch the air. “There. Like that.”   An enormous grin spreads across his face. “Wait, wait. I have to bend my knees, okay. Elbows in….like this?” He tries it, but then quickly slumps in his spot, lips downturning.    “Not bad.”   He shakes his head. “You don’t have to compliment me. I know I’m not doing it right. It doesn’t feel right. How about you punch me.” Taehyung turns, patting his chest before you can say a hard ‘no’. “Do it. I only learn through real demonstration. You have my full consent. My full permission. Hit me. Pound me, Y/N. Please.”   You stare at him. He stares at you.   Your sigh is held in, released only internally and you prepare your stance, knees bent, arms up. As light as possible, you come at the middle of his chest with a forefist, knuckles smacking into the middle of the target. And Taehyung’s left to inhale a sharp breath, stumbling back on impact and wheezing.   You didn’t even hit that hard.    “G-Goddamn. Holy hell…..” He clutches his wound, bending over as he coughs a storm. The chance to apologize never comes. “That was so fucking hot!”   Taehyung is smitten. You’re disgusted.   “Can you do that again?! Please, Y/N?! I’m begging yo— hey! Where are you going? Don’t just walk away from me! Don’t you know that’s rude?”   You continue walking, quickening your pace. Taehyung’s teasing you and while you don’t particularly appreciate it, it’s especially hard to say anything when he’s so happy about it. Not a lot has changed since when you were both young.   “You know, you became pretty cool, Y/N. You’re not much of a cute twerp anymore. You have this whole cold, hardcore image going on. It’s mysterious. I admire that. Reminds me of your dad. Is that where you got your inspiration from?”   “You’re late for class.”   “I’m always late.” He shrugs. “Dumbo, maybe I should upgrade your name to bulldozer. You seem to just bulldoze ahead in life without stopping. Nothing affects you. Like a wall. I can appreciate that.” Taehyung’s arm moves to sling around your shoulder and you immediately jolt, not used to physical affection. It makes you hyper aware of his presence, but he notices and instantly drops his arm from you. “You alright?”   “I’m fine.”   “You’re cool, Y/N,” Taehyung says again, but more passingly, perhaps geared towards himself than praise meant to be heard.   You remind, “We’re late.”   “I know. But everyone’s always late. It’s fine, trust me.” Taehyung brushes it off. “Didn’t you ever go to university or college?”   “No. I went to the academy.”   “Academy?”   “Police academy.”    You went for six months before working as an officer for three years. While you’re relatively content with your decisions, you’re slightly curious about the university lifestyle you could never afford and what it would’ve been like had you went anyway. Although things so far don’t seem particularly impressive.   “Really?” Taehyung’s surprised, eyes wide on the news. “Did you fight crime or track down serial killers?”   “No.”   “Then what did you do?”   “Police stuff.”   “Like?”   “Patrolling the streets. Responding to calls.”   The man stares at you for an extended moment before smiling and nodding. “That’s so cool.” But there’s another curious question poking at the back of his brain. “Why’d you quit?”   “Is that the engineering building?” You point off, pace quickening once more. In the meanwhile, he continues to yap about how you always leave him behind, always ignore him when he’s speaking.   The next class of Taehyung’s is even more boring than the last one. In this one, he actually dozes off and when you nudge him awake, he whines. He tries to rest his head on your shoulder, but you move backwards, not allowing him to get close and he’s left to shake himself awake.   You try to pay attention too, to set a good example, but even you have to admit it’s rather dull.   The cycle repeats one more time before he’s done for the day and ready to head home. The simple idea of being able to leave has his eyes being brought back to life. Taehyung happily bounces his way to the bike rack outside the dining hall, grabbing his infamous, baby blue bike and jumping on without a helmet.    The metal rear seat is open and he waits for you to get on it.   “I won’t leave you behind,” he promises with a mischievous grin, telling you to hop on.   But your hand plops on the handles instead. “I’ll steer.”   “What?”   “You don’t have a helmet. It’s dangerous. And I can’t react if someone attacks us.”   Taehyung is left sputtering, absolutely baffled. “No one’s going to attack us—”   “Last I checked you almost got into an accident last time.”   He remembers the special encounter, when neither of you knew of each other and were merely passing strangers. A sly smile moves across Taehyung’s face. “But you saved me.”   “Your safety is my priority.” Your head moves, signalling for him to get to the back seat. You give in and appease him on a lot of matters, but this is the hill you choose to die on.   The pair of you stare down at each other.   It lasts thirty seconds.   Then Taehyung huffs out and gets off his precious bike seat, sitting on the back. Maybe he relented as an excuse to wrap his arms around your abdomen. The college boy ends up gripping you tight, leaning his head on your back and it’s uncomfortable, but bearable.   “How are you going to ride a bike in a suit?”   To answer his question, you start pedalling and it works, even in spite of being in restrictive attire.   “You should wear normal clothes,” he tells you in a murmur and above the warm breeze, you hear him perfectly well. “It’s not like I don’t like you in a suit, how can I when you look so hot, but I want you to blend in with me. I just….want us to be normal. Can’t you wear a cute skirt or dress or something?”   “Cute things don’t match me.”   “That’s not true,” Taehyung says. “You’ve always been cute. Even now.”   Nothing is spoken out of your mouth. Instead, you focus on pedalling across campus as he holds onto you. It might be a comical sight, but you don’t care. You remain cold, distant, professional. Awake and always alert.   This is your job now.

[ncityislove]

➳Pairing: Fem. reader x Barista!Hosoek

➳Genre: smut (porn with a teensy bit of plot)

➳Warnings: obviously sexual content, soft dom!Hosoek, thigh riding, oral (Hosoek receiving), slight man handling

In the midst of exams season, you completely embarrass yourself in front of a gorgeous barista. you decide to forget the cringe-worthy memory, content on the fact that you’ll never see him again but it seems that life has other plans when you run into him at the club a few weeks later.

The evening sun illuminated the busy coffee shop in a pretty golden orange. Finals were just around the corner so the place was packed full of college students. Your roommate, Jungkook, went in first and you trekked behind him, rubbing at your tired eyes. You weren't really in the best mood so you hoped you didn't run into anyone you knew.

"See, it's not that bad right?" Jungkook asked, nudging your arm.

You nodded numbly, brushing past him in hopes to get out of there as soon as possible. You made the mistake of choosing too many A.M classes resulting in you oversleeping almost every morning. Of course maybe if you weren't out all night till the crack of dawn with your equally idiotic friends every night then that wouldn't be the case. You had no one to blame but yourself and you were mentally kicking yourself in the face for it. You've been pulling all-nighters for the past week trying to catch up but failing miserably because believe it or not, teaching yourself a college course in philosophy isn't very easy.

Jungkook basically dragged you out of your mess of a room for a coffee break. He had been bugging you all week, distracting you with his worries and concerns for you. You finally gave in after his endless begging and whining, figuring you were just wasting time, knowing how stubborn he could be.

Jungkook engrossed you into a back hug as you settled in your spot in line. You did a quick once over the menu deciding on the cheapest beverage. As much as you were annoyed by your roommate's actions, you were thankful for the break. You were starting to go stir crazy from being cooped up in your room too long and the change of scenery was nice—not that you'd ever admit it.

"__, you're next," Jungkook said, pushing you towards the counter.

You snapped out of your thoughts as you approached the barista waiting to take your order but just when you opened your mouth she put a finger in the air silencing you.

"Sorry, my shift just ended!"

You blinked taken aback by her sudden outburst, watching with your mouth hanging open as she dashed out the door, flinging her apron on a hook as she went.

You looked back at Jungkook to see if he witnessed the same thing you did and he looked as shocked as you, a little angry even. You rubbed his shoulder, calming him down.

Could that lady be any ruder? Even if her shift ended she still could've taken your order or at least not interrupt you before running off.

"What a bitch," you muttered to yourself.

"Hi! Are you guys ready to order?" called out a silvery voice. Finally.

"Yes, please. I'd like a—" you're voice got caught in your throat when your eyes landed on the barista taking your order. He was utterly attractive, his dark hair parted in the center, revealing the golden tan skin of his forehead. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and you were almost drooling at the sight of the toned flesh.

Jungkook giggled behind you and your face flushed when you realized how long you were standing there with your jaw to the ground.

"A-americano, please." That wasn't even what you wanted but it was the first thing that came to mind.

"Iced or hot?" the man asked, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Uhhhhh..." shit shit shit shit— "Surprise me."

The barista nodded, pressing a few buttons on the register before asking your name, which thankfully, you managed to get out like a normal person.

Jungkook was next, giggling in between his order and you hid your face behind his back in embarrassment.

"I'll have your drinks ready in a bit," the barista said with a blinding smile before turning his back to fix your drinks.

Jungkook pulled you to the side. "Surprise me?"

You threw your head into your hands. "I don't know—I panicked!"

Jungkook patted your shoulder sympathetically. "It's alright, you'll probably never see him again, anyways."

"Yeah, you're right," you said, feeling somewhat better. "It's too bad, though. He's really cute."

"I guess," he agreed with a tilt to his head. "He looks like the guys you typically fall for but you can do better."

You scoffed, shoving him a little as your names were called and you and Jungkook went to retrieve your drinks.

–

After that, you never thought too much about that day. The beautiful barista left your mind as soon as you got back home, re-focusing on your studies with a determination to pass. You did pass, too. Not as good as you hoped but you did well.

With finals out of the way, you were excited to kick the summer off with your friends. Jungkook tugged you along the halls of your shared apartment, skipping in excitement. He didn't enjoy going out without you, mostly because he knew he was out getting drunk when you were at home studying but also because you were his wingman. It felt like ages since you went out with the guys and he was practically jumping out of his shoes with excitement.

"Kookie, wait! My purse!" you laughed, your hand extending towards your bag lying on the table.

"I got it!!" he yelled, swiftly snatching it, then yanking you out the door towards the car full of boys.

"Ayooo!! There's our girl!" Jimin exclaimed from the car window.

"Did you miss me?" you asked, squishing yourself between Yoongi and Namjoon.

"Hell yeah, we all did!" Taehyung said, turning around to give your leg a squeeze from the driver's seat.

"Especially Jimin," Namjoon added.

"Your absence has truly proven these guys can't get a single chick without your help," Yoongi chuckled.

Jungkook squeezed in next, smashing your body uncomfortably against Yoongi.

"God, Kookie, you really need to get your license. I forgot how cramped it gets in here."

"Me? Why can't you get your license?!"

Jimin giggled at the two of you. "Let's get going, shall we?"

Taehyung drove downtown to some club you never heard of that Jin mentioned. When you parked, he was waiting for you at the entrance. He slid his phone into the back pocket of his skinny jeans as you approached him.

"__! Haven't seen you in forever. How've you been holding up?" He gave you a quick hug as he slapped Jimin on the shoulder.

"Great now that school's over actually. How about you?"

"Been feeling a little empty without you getting white-girl-wasted every night."

You made a face at him and he gave your head a few pats that had you flattening the top of your hair with the palms of your hands.

"C' mon I've already bought us a section," Jin yelled over his shoulder.

The rest of you followed in suit, the vibration of the music throttling your bones as you entered the dark club. Jin led you to the back of the club where there was a long sofa and a small glass table. Tonight was a good night to go out, you thought as you looked over the crowd of people on the dance floor.

"This must be the hot spot. Jin hyung why've you been keeping this place a secret from us?" Taehyung inquired from the edge of the sofa.

"I just found out about it myself so please refrain from accusing me of things I didn't do. Now, go get me a beer."

Taehyung pouted but headed to the bar without a complaint.

"Get me one too!" you called after him but he couldn't hear you over the music. You cursed as you chased after him.

You reached him just as he ordered a beer for Jin and himself.

"Oh!" he yelled as he turned to find you standing behind him. "Damnit, I thought you were a hot chick," he frowned.

"What're you implying?" you folded your arms across your chest.

Taehyung smiled widely. "Nothing! You're the hottest girl in the room—no, the world!"

"That's what I thought," you said squinting. "Excuse me, Miss," you waved down the bartender. "Can I get a bud light, please? Add that to his bill."

Taehyung's head whipped towards you at that. "Hey!"

"Coming right up," the girl smiled before going off to help another customer.

"I'm not paying for that," Taehyung declared, shaking his head.

Just then, a man with a strikingly handsome face caught your eye as he ordered a drink behind Taehyung. You gawked at his beauty, your eyes eating up the pair of toned arms exposed in his muscle tee. It wasn't until you stepped to get a closer look until you realized you knew those pair of tanned arms. You gasped, ducking in front of Taehyung.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his arms immediately wrapping around you.

"Don't look now but there's a really hot guy that I know behind you."

Taehyung turned his head, looking over his shoulder.

"Tae!! I just said don't look!" you scolded, pinching his wrist but not enough to actually hurt him.

"The guy wearing the chains? How do you always end up dating all the rich guys?"

"Oh please, he works at a coffee shop—and we're not dating. I don't even know his name."

"Want me to find out?" he asked turning away.

"No!!" you shrieked, pulling him back. "Let's just get our drinks and go, okay?"

Taehyung pursed his lips, wanting to say more but nodding his head.

You let out a breath of relief when he did as you asked and you went back to your section.

You ran to Jungkook as soon as you saw him, interrupting his conversation with Yoongi. "Guess who's here? Oh, fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Calm down and tell me what happened. What's going on?"

You groaned, carding a hand through your hair. "The guy from the coffee shop. I saw him at the bar."

"No way!" Jungkook giggled. "That barista that had you tripping over your own feet?"

"It's not funny, Kook! What if he sees me? I gotta get outta here."

"Well, I think it's too late for that," a smirk formed on his lips.

Oh no. Nothing good ever came from that smile. "Why?...what do you mean by that?"

"He knows you're here," he answered, his eyes trained somewhere behind you.

You froze in your spot and Jungkook started laughing all over again.

"There's someone burning a hole in the back of your head at the bar, __," Namjoon said, sitting next to you.

You sank down beside him, your head in your hands. "Great. Just great."

"Yeah, you just walked in and you already got someone for the night. You still got it," he chuckled.

"No. I don't. I never had it, Joon," you grumbled, sulking as you sipped your drink.

He gave Jungkook an odd look, resulting in him doubling over in laughter again.

"Listen, I don't think it's as bad as you think. I mean, I think he's interested in you," said Jungkook.

"No way, he's probably laughing at me right now," you disagreed.

"Not at all," Taehyung said, perching himself on the table. "He's been looking at you since we got our drinks."

Your eyes widened. "What?"

"He's still looking too. It's kinda creepy," Jungkook said, glancing at the bar.

"He's not creepy," you slapped his thigh.

"Just a bit, Namjoon chimed in. "You should go talk to him."

"Are you kidding me? He already knows I'm hot for him if I go over there he'll think I'm both desperate and an idiot."

"Everyone already thinks that about you, __, what're you so afraid of?" Jungkook asked.

"Wait, everyone thinks I'm what?"

"If you're really so worried about looking desperate we can go dance near him and he'll come to you." Taehyung offered.

"Thanks, Tae, I really appreciate it but—"

"C' mon, please?"He begged. "It's been so long since we've gone out and Jimin's already out there having fun without us," he whined.

You could see Jimin grinding on some skinny brunette holding up a Corona, the smile on his face visible even from a distance. You had to admit it did look like fun.

"I don't know..."

"I'll take that as a yes! C'mon guys let's go!" he shouted, taking his beer in one hand and your wrist in the other.

You didn't bother resisting your friends as they paraded down to the bar, jumping around goofily as they took turns twirling you around. You tried not to be so obvious as you searched the bar for any sign of your hot barista but he was nowhere in sight. You couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

"Maybe he went to the bathroom?" Jungkook shouted over the music.

You shrugged and continued dancing with your friends until your favorite song came on and the boys, knowing this, started hyping you up. You grabbed the closest boy to you, which happened to Namjoon at the moment, and put his hands on your hips. Getting the hint, he began grinding his hips against your ass and the boys began to hoot and holler. You pressed your bodies close against each other, letting his hands guide your movements, matching the rhythm of the upbeat song blaring in your ears.

After a while everyone began to split up, finding their person of interest for the night, leaving you and Jungkook to remain by the bar. You suggested to go back to your section to rest for a bit and Jungkook nodded.

You let out a grunt as you plopped your tired body onto the couch, Jungkook slumping into the cushions next to you. You closed your eyes, wiping away the sweat that formed at your forehead.

"__," Jungkook called.

You hummed in response, not even bothering to open your eyes.

"__, look," he said, elbowing your side.

"I don't feel like it," you said as your head dipped onto his sweaty shoulder.

"Uhh, __, seriously, you should open your eyes."

"Just tell me what it is, Kook," you groaned. You opened your eyes, expecting to see the face of your annoying roommate but was instead met with a ice cold Bud Light being offered to you by none other than the man you've been searching for all night.

"Oh," was all that you could manage to get out as the gloriously beautiful man gave you a dazzling smile.

"I thought you could use this," he said, his hand lifting towards you a little.

"Thanks," you said, taking the cold bottle and pressing it to your forehead briefly.

"Umm...I'll be right back...I should uhh...yeah," Jungkook trailed off, leaving the two of you alone with a knowing smile.

"Is it okay if I sit here?" the man asked and you quickly signaled him to take the spot where Jungkook previously was.

"So, was that your brother?" he asked. He sat down so close to you that your thighs were touching.

"Roommate," you corrected. Your heart was hammering in your chest, the beautiful stranger seeming even more godly closeup.

"Ah, I see," he nodded in understanding. "I saw you dancing out there. You're pretty good."

"Not really," you chuckled. "I'm only good at dirty dancing."

He tilted his head at that. "Interesting. You want me to open that for you?" he asked, gesturing towards your beer.

You handed it to him and he took a bottle opener lying on the table, popping the lid off and returning it back to you.

You took a few gulps, the cold liquid soothing your parched throat.

"So, uhh.."

"Hosoek," he finished for you.

"So, Hoseok," you paused to admire the glimmer in his eyes as he looked at you expectantly. "Do you...remember me?"

His hand landed on your knee as he chuckled. "Of course I remember you. I'd never forget a face as pretty as yours."

You hid your smile behind your bottle. This guy was as smooth with his words as his voice was to your ears.

"I was kinda hoping you wouldn't remember," you said, your cheeks reddening at the embarrassing memory.

Hosoek shook his head. "I thought you were cute. And I still do," his fingers began tracing patterns on the bare skin of your knee.

Your swallowed thickly as your knee started to tingle, the distance between you two closing with each passing second. His cologne filled your nose, overwhelming your senses in a way that you couldn't think straight.

"I also really wanna kiss you right now," he said, licking his lips as he stared at your own. You unconsciously did the same as he leaned in, stopping when your noses began to brush.

"Can I?"

You didn't bother to answer; your brain wasn't functioning well enough even if you wanted to. Instead, you clashed your lips against his.  Hosoek reacted immediately, his lips parting as your hands found purchase on his hard shoulders. His lips were smooth and plush, his tongue prodding into your mouth and you easily opened up to him. You moaned softly in his mouth, causing him to pull you closer to him until you were almost in his lap, your lips moving in perfect sync. It felt as if time was moving slowly but too fast at the same time, every song that played sounded the same, one blending into another.

You didn't know how long you were kissing but when you finally pulled away your lips were swollen sore and Hosoek's chest was rising up and down, trying to catch his breath.

"Do you maybe wanna...?"

"Yes," he answered, not waiting for you to finish your sentence.

You could barely grab your bag before Hosoek took you by the hand, gently guiding you towards the exit.

"__, right? Is my place okay?"

"Perfect." You caught sight of Seokjin in passing and pointed to the door to let him know you were leaving. He simply smirked at you and held his hand up to say goodnight and then you were gone.

He drove a silver Cadillac with windows tinted so dark that you couldn't see inside. The car smelled just like him, a mixture of vanilla and spearmint. He buckled your seat belt for you, his face mere inches from yours. His lips pecked yours briefly and although your lips met for a short moment your knees felt weak.

You didn't know exactly what it was that had you so drawn to him. Maybe it was the confident air he held around him or maybe it was the blinding smile he would send you every now and then that had your heart backpedaling in your chest. Whatever it was, you couldn't keep your hands to yourself no matter how hard you tried. At first, it was a few innocent touches, your fingers ghosting over the warm skin of his cheeks down to the harsh bone of his jaw. From there you traced the dips of his collarbone, overwhelmed with the sudden urge to kiss the very spot, so you did. Hoseok tilted his head, giving you more room for your administrations.

The moan he let out reverberated in your core, leaving you hungry for more. Your tongue lapped over the salty skin on his neck as you sucked purple and red bruises onto the flesh.

Hoseok cursed under his breath as his breathing became labored. He started fidgeting in his seat as something stirred awake in his jeans and he found it harder and harder to focus on the road. His hand guided yours to his crotch where you let out a shocked noise when you felt how hard he'd become. You focused your attention on palming him through the material of his jeans as he let out another groan.

He unbuttoned his jeans at a red light and you wasted no time helping him shuffle them down his thighs along with his boxers. His cock hit his stomach with a soft thud and you admired how long and thick he was, your fingers following the veins that adorned it. You let a string of saliva fall onto the tip and let him watch as it traveled down his shaft before you used the palm of your hand to spread it around. Hosoek sighed softly as your hands got to work.

You jerked him off slowly with a twisting motion as you kissed at his collarbone and Hosoek wanted so badly to pull you by the hair and force your pretty mouth so far down his cock that you'd choke but he couldn't. Not yet. After a few minutes, the slow pace of your hands wasn't enough for him anymore so he pulled over on the side of the road.

You paused, a puzzled look on your face. "What are you doing?"

"I can't wait another ten minutes with your hands playing with my dick like that, baby," he breathed, unbuckling his seatbelt.

You giggled softly, doing the same before getting on your hind legs and taking him into your mouth, making a show of how much you were enjoying sucking him off.

He bit his lip as he took in a sharp inhale, his fingertips massaging the muscles in the back of your neck. You tried your best to take as much of him as you could and fisted the rest that you couldn't take. His breath caught in his throat when you gagged a little, amazed at how fast he was coming undone because of you.

You felt him move your hair to the side so he to get a better view of his cock falling in and out of your mouth and when you looked up at him it took everything in him to not lose his mind right then and there. He found himself coming closer to cumming than he anticipated so he tried to stop you but you wouldn't let up.

"I'm gonna cum baby, slow down," he was damn near begging you but you shook your head, pulling yourself off of his twitching member only to push his legs further apart to lick a stripe across his balls, sucking harshly on each one.

"Fuck, fuck, don't stop," he whimpered.

Your fingers formed a ring around his sensitive, red tip as your teeth scraped against his balls and that's what sent him hurdling over the edge, strings of white painting his black shirt. You coaxed him through his orgasm, praising him as you milked him of the rest of his juices, sucking the fluid off your fingers.

Hosoek's head was slumped against the headrest, his cheeks flushed and sweaty. He shook his head at you in disbelief and you only smiled at him.

"When we get back to my place, I'm gonna ruin you," he warned as he pulled you in for a rough kiss that had the inside of your panties feeling sticky.

The ride to his house was filled with so much tension, you could slice the air with a knife. You fidgeted just about the whole time, your stomach twisting itself into knots just thinking about what was to come.

You stood closely behind him as he unlocked the door, a nervous mess. You were second guessing being here with a man so...him. It felt unreal that he'd be attracted to you when he could easily have his way with a model or some Oscar-winning actress or something.

Your fingers shook as Hoesok stepped aside to let you in, a dangerous smile on his lips as he watched you walk past him. His house was quaint. It resembled the type set-up you'd see at IKEA but still managed to look homey at the same time. While you were curiously looking around, Hosoek had already removed his shoes and was running up behind you to lift you over his shoulders causing you to yelp.

"If you want a house tour," he said, carrying you back to the front of the house as you laughed. "I'd be glad to show you around later, but for now..." he let you back down, grabbing your hand and leading you to his bedroom.

Your heart was beating so fast you could hear the blood rushing in your ears and you prayed he didn't feel the tremble of your hands as he guided you to his room. He sat down on the side of the bed, opening his arms to you. You gladly fell into his embrace, his hands lifting your ass signaling you to straddle his lap.

Your lips captured his with a sense of urgency, your tongue sliding into his mouth with ease. He pulled you down with him as his back fell onto the bed, the springs sighing at your combined weight. His hands ran up your sides, his mouth moving slowly against yours. His lips tasted sweet like the fruity chaser mixed with his liquor. You entangle your fingers in his dark locks, moaning into this kiss as his fingers work to unhook your bra. He cups your bare breasts under your shirt, loving the little whimpers you make when he gently squeezes them. You draw his shirt up and his lips part from yours for a second to throw it over his head to some random place on the floor and then he's kissing you again.

His kisses get lower and lower as he unfastens your jeans and roughly pulls them down your legs. You struggle to kick them off without breaking the kiss and Hosoek chuckles. Once they're off, Hosoek doesn't hesitate to hook his thumbs in the side of your panties and remove them, nearly ripping them in the process.

"Ride my thigh," he instructed.

You comply immediately, so desperate at this point you were willing to take anything to get some type of relief. You ground hips against his jean-clad thigh, a long whine leaving your lips as you repeated the motion. Hosoek buried one hand under his head as he used the other to help guide your hips, his teeth capturing his bottom lip. The textured material of jeans felt heavenly as you rubbed your clit over it, throwing your head back as you sped up.

"Not too fast," he instructed.

You slowed down reluctantly, whimpering. His hand smoothed over your ass then up your back as he hummed in approval, his thigh flexing under you as a reward. Your legs shook at the sudden increase of pleasure, your eyes closing as your mouth hung open.

You cursed as you felt the coil on your stomach winding up tighter. Hosoek pushed you against him faster, your juices making it easy to glide across the material. The hard-on in his jeans was now very visible and you wanted him to fuck you already, your patience running thin with his teasing and games. You wanted to cum from his cock, not like this, but you felt yourself hurdling over the edge before you could stop it, moaning loudly as your knees buckled, your legs too tired to hold your weight anymore.

Hosoek caught you by the arms, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

"Do you think you can take my fingers yet?"

You let out a noise in disbelief. "Hosoek, please, I want you."

"Hmm, is that so?" he asks with a lift of his brow. "You've been eager all night, couldn't even wait till we got home to suck my cock."

You shuddered at his words, another whimper escaping your throat.

Hoesok traced a finger down your dripping heat and you gasped, arching into his touch. "I could play with you all night if you'd let me."

"Hoesok..." you bent over to kiss his lips. "No more teasing, okay? I need you. Please?"

He thought for a second before agreeing. "Fine, I'll let you have your way just this once. But don't think you're in control, babe."

Hosoek flicked the hem of your shirt with his finger, signaling you to remove the last garment of clothing. You obeyed, your eyes trained on his as he rid himself of his clothes as well.

"On your stomach, sweetheart. Perk that cute little ass of your up for me."

You excitedly followed his commands, getting into the position he wanted. You felt him move behind you, then the sound of foil unraveling—presumably a condom—then he pressed his tip against your slit.

"Let me know if it's too much, okay, love?"

You nodded your head against the covers, holding your breath as you waited for him to move. He rubbed himself on your slit, wet, lewd noises filling the air.

"Hoesok," you pleaded.

"Sorry, I just can't help myself," he chortled, finally pushing into you with a sigh.

You groaned, his girth giving you a pleasant stretch that had you arching your back. He pulled out of you then slowly thrusted back in, fucking you at a painfully slow pace. You pushed your hips back, desperate for more, meeting him halfway and he grunted, his hand grabbing your wrists and binding them behind your back. Goosebumps littered your skin as a shock wave of pleasure crashed over your body, your breaths coming out uneven and broken. Hosoek was no better, his breathing just as ragged as he egged you on with his dirty words.

You couldn't see him from this position but you could vividly imagine his face contorted in an expression somewhere in between pleasure and pain, his tongue peeking through his lips just as it was in the car as he watched you take his lithe cock on your mouth. Sweat was probably already forming at the back of his neck and chest, giving him that glorious glow. You wanted so badly to see his face, to look him in the eyes as he pounded into your heat.

Hosoek loved the view from his position, your ass perked up for him, watching as he repeatedly sheathed and unsheathed himself inside of you. He wanted to take his time with you but the way you were mewling out his name for him had him losing control. The grip on your wrists was tight enough to be painful but neither of you could notice when Hosoek was hellbent on drilling into you until you became utterly undone.

You fisted the sheets, moaning into the covers when his length hit a particular spot, his name rolling off of your tongue shamelessly with each stroke. He felt himself slipping away already, his balls becoming tight as he tried to hold himself off. He kissed down your back, slowing down for a moment, which felt all too long for you. You clenched around him, sucking him back into your soaking heat. His hips jutted forward as he moaned, his warm breath falling over the side of your face.

The bed squeaked as Hosoek filled you up completely, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head. You were coming to your end, tears welling up in your eyes, as you warned him. This only spurred him on, his strong arms lifted you so you were pressed against his back, a loud curse coming from you, his length somehow reaching deeper inside of you.

"I'm close," he grunted. "Fuck, you're so tight."

You mewled in response, your mind failing to form words.

Hoesok came first, his face falling into your neck as he moaned your name. You came a few seconds later, your head falling back on his chest as you clutched onto him, moaning and wailing.

Hosoek laughed, his arms squeezing around your waist. "I'm glad I met you. God, your amazing."

You let out a shaky breath, struggling to keep your composure. "I am pretty amazing, aren't I?"

Hosoek laughed again, help you off of him as he laid you down under the covers.

"You're such a tease," you complained.

Hosoek joined you under the sheets after discarding the used condom. "And you're fun to play with."

You shook your head at him, your eyelids starting to feel heavy. "We have to this again some time."

Hosoek propped his chin in between the valley of your breasts with a cheeky grin. "We can go again in the morning?"

You scoffed, your eyes closed now. "As long as you're making breakfast."

[prorevenge]

25 year reign of terror, a cane, and me sweet sweet revenge

We human will learn many lessons, in our lifetimes. Look both ways when you cross the street. Hot things will burn you. Don't pass out with your shoes on. But of all the things we learn, in our lifetimes, one stands out to me the most; it's the one's closest to you that will most likely stab you in the back.

This is something that I had to learn to hard way.

I've been in therapy for almost three years because of this horse shit, it really fucked me up. This is going to be a long and sad one, just be warned.

Some background

I grew up in a house with my mom, grandmother (GM), and my great-aunt G (AG); near the North Carolina/Virginia borader. My gm is the youngest of three sisters. AG is the middle child and great-aunt E (AE) is the oldest. I love both of my great-aunts, but my grandma is the scum of the earth.

I was her own personal punching bag from the age of 8 till 13. It only stopped because words like CPS and jail were being thrown around, by my doctor. No 13 year old should have the blood pressure of a 40 year old.

Now, you maybe thinking, why didn't my mom and great-aunt put a stop to the abuse. Mom was under Grandma's full control. She had some kind of dirt on my great-aunt. Enough to keep her quiet.

Too make things worse, I was bullied in school from 4th grade till my freshman year. By then I was tired of it all and tried to put a end to all of it. I failed seeing that you are reading this story, but sometimes I wish I didn't. (Story for another day)

Now on to the story.

Junior year meant thinking about your future, Junior prom, and all that BS. For me it meant that I was one year closer to blowing that popsicle stand. The one good memory I have my class rings.

I was told by my great-aunts, that I could order any kind if ring I wanted and they would pay for it. The ring I wanted was pretty standard, with one exception; I wanted my birthstone, a sapphire. As promised, I got what I wanted and it cost a pretty penny. The thing was my grandma wanted it. In her mind I didn't deserve something so nice. Trust me, she tried everything to get it and failed.

Graduation comes along and as soon as it's done, I high tail it to Virginia. I got a job and worked towards my personal goal, backpacking through Europe. (More on this later)

Two years later, my best friends younger sister was graduating high school and I was invited. After the ugliness of my freshman year, they became my second family. I worked in the families cafe and attended the oldest sister and my best friends graduations.

For the sake of the story os is older sister, bf is best friend, and ys is youngest sister.

The offer to stay with them was put forward to me, but I declined as I wanted to spend sometime with my little brother. "This was a big mistake." I was about to head out to ys's graduation party, when I have this conversation with my grandma.

GM: where do you think your going?

Me: I'm going to ys's graduation party. (By this time I had started wearing my class ring on a chain around my neck.)

GM: you aren't going anywhere with that.(pointing to my ring) We paid to much money for it, so you can lost it.

Me: YOU didn't pay anything for this ring. AG and AE paid for this ring.

GM: you aren't leaving this house till you give it here. (Head extended)

Me: oh yeah, you and what army? (As I turn to the door, I see mom blocking my way out.

Mom: hand it over and you can go.

Now the yelling and screaming starts. AG was also on the way out to do something, I don't remember what, but she puts a end to the fight quickly.

AG: ALL OF YOU SHUT UP! Give me the ring and I'll put it somewhere safe, if it means we can go about our business.

Smiling, I hand her my ring and wait for to put it up; so we can leave. Grandma following and yelling at her, all the way to her room. All is said and done; we head to our cars and go on our marry ways. I don't come back except to take my brother to lunch a few days later.

On the day I was to head back to Virginia, AG discovers my ring is missing. she thinks she may have moved it, but isn't completely sure. She tells me "when I find it I'll send it by CJ (her son my cousin). I agree to the terms and head back to Virginia.

A month has passed and still no ring. AG is extremely upset and I tell her, "don't worry, it'll turn up". It turned up, alright. A friend had ran into my mom in a pawn shop, with the ring. He calls me and here is the convo, as best as I can remember.

Friend: hey

Me: hey, it's been a while. How are you doing?

Friend: I'm good. By some chance, did you ask your mom to pawn your class ring.

Me: WHAT!

Friend: I'll take that as a no. Saw her at ABC pawn on main, yesterday. Just thought I'd ask.

Me: That bitch is so Dead! Thanks for the info. I owe you big.

After hanging up, with my friend. I was on the phone with AG and AE. I was told that they will handle Mom and Grandma. They were going to order me another ring, but I didn't want one. I wanted payback, but was told not to do anything I would regret and let it go. AE put some money in my account and I dropped it, for now

Flash forward a year.

The bullshit of my ring has passed and I'm about to apply for my passport. Now, I hope you remember me mentioning my bank account. My mom set it up for me, when I was young. Saving money for a rainy day and child support payments. I continued to use it after I moved away. Her name was still on the account, but it was never a issue.

On one of my phone calls to my brother,. I mentioned my Europe trip. He told Mom, not knowing any better. Which brought on the next round of horse shit. It was this round that literally broke me emotionally and mentally broke me.

I had recently opened a new bank account for the trip. I was going to withdraw the money and transfer it to my new account. I hope that you can see were I'm going with this. When I go to do this, i find out that it's all gone. Close to $25,000 gone and I flip my shit.

I call the bank to find out what the fuck is going on. They tell me that I withdrew it.

CS: Sir you withdraw the money a week ago.

Me: No I didn't. I have withdrawn from my account in months.

CS: It says here you withdrew the money from 123 Adams St bfe, North Carolina.

Me: Wait what, I haven't been to bfe in nearly a year. Son of a bitch. (Hang up on customer service and called home.)

AG: hey sweetie, how are you.

Me: PUT MOM ON THE PHONE NOW!

AG: what's wrong, sweetie?

Me: PUT MOM ON THE FUCKING PHONE NOW!!!

She puts down the phone and in the background i can, just barely her "I'm not letting him blow my hard earned money on some foolish trip." (I should add that my paychecks had been going into this account for years. Entitled bitch) By the time AG comes back to the phone I'm in tears and in no state to talk.

After I got off the phone, I was a complete mess. My roommate comes home to find me curled into a ball, crying. I must have worried her, cause she was trying to console me. The why me? I wish I was never born and I wished I was dead; started.

It was finally official, those cold hearted bitches finally broke me. The crying didn't stop and I was worrying my friends and colleagues. Then I stopped eating. Three later my best friend was there and their was no knocking me out of it. It was off to the hospital I go.

A month later Im released and my best friend is staying with me, for a bit. I was over crying, past pissed, and my rage was coming forth. I was long past getting even. I wanted my due revenge. Didn't care how long it would take, someone was going to pay.

I eventually return to work, a changed man. I was starting over when it came to my trip. Lawyers were suggested, but the law was not going to do. I wanted 10lbs of flesh.

Two years had to pass, before I saw my chance. I hadn't talked to those two people, in two years at that point. Things had gotten worse, back home for AG.

Grandma was acting like her shit didn't stink, literally. She was now sitting in the living room pissing and shitting, where ever she sat. The house reaked of shit and piss. She was being a bitch to AG and AG's friends stopped coming by. By this point, even Mom had enough of her and something had to be done.

I come home from work one night and who do I see sitting in my living room; my roommate, CJ, AG, my girlfriend, and mom. Soon as I see mom, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" and walked out.

My girlfriend,at the time(let call her R) follows.

R: honey, I think you should hear them out.

Me: AG and CJ yes but that bitch gotta go.

R: my name

Me: NO

R: they are going to put your grandmother in a home.

Me: She belongs at the bottom of a six foot hole.

She seemed quite shocked I would say such a thing.

R: hear them out for me, please.

I agree and I'm told of what was going on. A agreement is reached and I will help move the old witch.

Two weeks later R and myself are driving down I95 to bfe. We take our time, as I feel a disturbance in the force. A shitstorm is brewing. After stopping for lunch, we arrive around 2pm. We just arrived in the eyes of the storm.

They had dropped the bomb on grandma and she isn't happy. We can hear her in the car. That's how loud the was screaming. It is then that my sweet revenge, comes to me.

I grab my phone and call non emergency. I informed them of the situation and say I'm worried about my grandmas health and safety, a car is on the way.

Here is the thing about the town we lived in. If the police are called; it's either going to be the county sheriff or the highway patrol that comes, depends on who is closest.

I knew I had very little time, so I tell R to stay outside and wait for the police. I walk in and see the witch; keeping everyone at a distance by swinging her cane.

I'm laughing at this point. She's got everyone scared of her. Guess what, I'm not scared. I noticed that highway patrol has arrived. (Gotta do this quick) I walk up to her and tell her like it is.

Me: Look, you waste of space. The way I see it, you have two choices. You can go to the home peacefully or I can drag your ass out back and put you down like old yeller.

She chooses option three. Highway patrol and R walk in as the handle of the cane pops me below my left eye. I take the hit and feel the blood running down my face.

It's on bitch. Grab the cane and say "your turn bitch", but before I can swing; someone grabs hold of the cane. Trooper sternly looks me in the eyes and says "Go outside before you are in cuffs too"

I turn to go,but not before I get the last word.

Me: Krama's a bitch and it looks like she finally caught up to you. Enjoy your time in jail, I Know I will.

She had hit me for the last time and I got to watch her ride away in the back of a squad car. I had finally gotten my revenge and all it took was taking a cane to the face, in front of a cop.

Afterward

I had to get stitches. She got me good, one last time. Left a scar, as well. I dropped the charges on the condition that she get some mental help, go to the nursing home and never speak to me again.

Mom and I are back on non speaking terms. Bitch brought a new fucking car with my money, so I put a cider block through her windshield after I found out. She wanted me to replace the windshield.

Me: why don't you just use the money that you stole from me, to replace it.

That is how I put a end to a 25 year reign of terror. Hope that you enjoyed my little tale of revenge. Like mentioned in the beginning grammar isn't my strong suit, please be kind. Oh and I will post some pics of Grandma's handly work.

Peace, love, and rock and roll.

(source) story by (/u/prettyfly4adazedguy)

[artificialqueens]

Preacher’s Daughter(Rujubee) Chapter Two - OtterInYourWater

A/N: So I’m back already with another part of this story. A few of you seem to enjoy this crazy idea that I had, of which I appreciate all of you.

P.s., feel free to correct me on the use of Scottish-English dialect in this if you know better.

Peace, pride, and happy reading, Loves!

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Raven

Raven’s face was placid and held no expression or emotion as she walked through the crowded halls. She had slung a bag over her shoulder to carry the copious amount of books, all well over five-hundred pages in length .

Idle chatter rang through the halls, girls giggling with each other as they made way to their classes and boys snickering. In that moment, a thought occurred to Raven; she had absolutely no clue as to where she was going.

Jujubee had never shown her the way to Psycho Correction, saying that she hadn’t ever had the class and didn’t have the slightest clue as to where it would be.

She bit the inside of her cheek. ‘Fuck. What do I do now?’ She thought as her blue eyes darted around the hall.

She locked on a pair of piercing, bright green eyes right next to her. His face split in a smile and returned the gaze before speaking.

“You look like a lost puppy. Need help findin’ somethin’?” The voice had a slight dialect that Raven hadn’t heard before, she could only assume that he was probably a foreign student.

“Actually, yeah. Do you know where Psycho Correction is?” He laughed a little, more like an affected breath than anything.

“You too, eh?” She raised a sculpted brow, confused.

“Sure, I’ll help yeh find it,” The brunette started walking, a hand holding his backpack. The other, which she hadn’t noticed previously, was capped in a white cast and hung limply at his side. 'Wonder what he did,’ Raven thought as she followed him, trying to make mental notes of the way they were going.

They walked in silence, apart from the noise of voices.

“So…what’s yer name, blondie?” He broke the silence, looking at her with a slight, friendly smirk.

“Who wants to know?” The teen asked sarcastically.

He chuckled again, smirk morphing into a smile.

“Spunky, eh? Well, in case yeh wan'ta know, name’s Thomas,” He, Thomas, lifted the cast clad hand as a sign of acknowledgement, waiting for a reciprocation.

After a beat of silence, she delicately shook his hand before giving a curt, “Raven.”

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Soon, both Raven and Thomas were in a too-quiet basement with two large double doors that lead into the unknown.

“Good luck,” He whispered, the warmth of his breath caressing her ear.

He flashed a watery smile, nothing like the previous playful smirks she had received earlier. The brunette seemed to be almost scared, and opened the doors with slightly trembling hands.

Raven strolled in, expression vacant and the heels of her shoes clicking on the pure white tiles. The few students that were in the room trailed off with their conversations, turning to look at her with piercing, terrified eyes.

Their paled faces soon returned to normal color, and they resumed their quiet chatter.

She looked around, watching other students. One particular boy caught her eye, and she didn’t have a clue as to why.

He was drawing in a small booklet, head down as strands of onyx-black hair fell in his face. All of his clothes were buttoned, buckled, and tied tightly wherever it could be. His pink tongue was trapped between pursed lips as he dragged the pencil across the page delicately.

Quietly, she walked over to his table in the back of the room. The blonde sat down wordlessly. His head shot up to look at her wildly.

Raven watched out of the corner of her eye as his mouth opened repeatedly, only to close a second later. After a few seconds, she felt a feather-light tap on her shoulder.

She stared into his gleaming, teal-blue eyes. A small smile graced her lips as she saw the nervousness written across his face.

“Wha…why are you sitting next to me?” The, unexpectedly, monotonous voice finally said. Raven remained silent, she folded her hands in her lap and stared blankly out the window.

The look of slight embarrassment took to his pale face in the form of a baby pink blush as he bit his bottom lip.

“Um, ca-can I at least know your n-name?”

She turned her head to look at him, allowing a small smirk to play on her lips. Something about this boy made her want to be friendly and normal.

“I’m Raven, nice to meet you,” She threw in a wink for the extra measure. The blonde raised an eyebrow as a slight chuckle left his lips.

“What’s so funny Mr…?”

“My name’s Benjamin, but please call me Ben. And I think it’s funny that you’re name is Raven but you’re hair is bleach blonde and stuff,” Ben shrugged at the end of his sentence, returning to his book and completing a small design.

“Guess that it is kinda funny,” She giggled slightly with him.

“So…what the hell even is this class? Everyone’s so hush-hush about it, like it’s the worst thing ever,” Raven whispered to the dark haired boy.

“Wait, you really don’t know?” She shook her head. “You’re in for a wild ride then; this is…conversion therapy…” His voice trailed off, he even squirmed slightly in his seat the moment the words tumbled from his lips.

Her eyes went downcast, terror filling her mind like a balloon. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’ve gotta get outta here as soon as possible,’ Her thoughts raced with worry.

“I’m sorry that you’re in this whole mess, it’s…awful, brutal. At least, maybe we can help each other out a bit. Just ‘til we can finally escape.”

She nodded along, trying to even her ragged breaths. A warm palm rested on her skirt-covered thigh, and she felt a slight squeeze of reassurance. She breathed out, waiting for the class of horrors to begin.

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Blood thrummed in Raven’s ears, all-encompassing, as she walked out of the classroom. Her jaw clenched tightly, so not to shout and cry out to the two monsters that had just dismissed the students to go back to their respective rooms.

Her legs accelerated with every step, trying to leave the blood-stained room with fervor. Thomas and Ben stood on the left side of the blonde, with Thomas speaking animatedly with his hands and Ben focusing intently on a design.

Yawning, Raven absently walked along with them as the three made way to get back to their respective rooms.

“Hey, where’re you going? Girls’ dorms are the other way,” Ben’s monotonous voice broke her of the trance she’d been in. Her eyes looked around, and sure enough she was heading down the wrong corridor.

Thomas hugged her before she left, whispering that 'they’d all escape one day’ and that 'those assholes were going to get it coming’. She chuckled softly at his words before waving to them as she walked in the opposing direction to her room.

Once again, her expression turned stony as she entered the small space. There, sleeping soundly atop crossed arms on a desk, was Jujubee. Raven rolled her eyes, fleetingly thinking of how uncomfortable the brunette must have been. She sighed, tossing her bag towards the end of her bed and walking over to her suitcase.

The blonde grabbed a pair of pajamas blindly before padding over to the closet to change. For a while, Raven stared at her reflection, head turning and body twisting. Her fingers traced the bruises across her body, all varying in shade and color. Audibly, she swallowed, guilt and remembrance consuming her like a wave in the ocean.

The hands continued their path down the length of her form, all of the marks held memories of tears and bad nights and noise. Just so much, too much, noise. She skimmed across the skin with a velvet-soft, barely there, touch for a last time.

She pulled the thick shirt she’d grabbed over her head, effectively hiding some of the marks. For the second night in a row, another pair of sweatpants caped her long legs.

The teen breathed a sigh, exhaustion settling behind her eyes. Her feet padded over to her bed, sitting with her legs crossed as she prepared to complete homework.

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With bleary eyes, Raven’s head picked up and she looked around the room, seeing that the clock on the wall read 10:46 p.m. Yawning, she proceeded to refill her book bag with the school books she used.

As she went to turn the lights off, the blonde stole another glance towards her roommate. Jujubee was still sleeping, bent over the wooden desk in a way that couldn’t be comfortable.

Raven bit the inside of her cheek as she mentally debated waking her up. Her head shook to no one in particular as she pulled the thick covers over herself. Her blue eyes fluttered shut as she stared at the wall, facing away from Jujubee.

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Raven stuttered awake, enraptured by ropes biting into her flesh and allowing the crimson blood to seep and pool around her. She struggled with fervor as her skin was torn apart, ripped at invisible seams.

A scream rippled from deep within her, crying hysterically as the unrelenting friction burned the muscles across the expanse of her body. A voice, hoarse and absolutely fiendish, gave a throaty laugh in her direction. The blonde’s struggles slowed as the thick rope tightened even further, allowing little leeway for movement.

“Oh, my dear, you’re only making this harder,” She let out a pained gasp and cry, instantly knowing the face behind the voice.

“F-Fuck you, Ca-Cade,” Her tone dripped in hatred as she spoke to the man. He walked off, laughing with that gruff voice the whole way.

As the room remained in silence, save for the grunts of agony that escaped her, another figure stepped from the shadows and Raven heard the clinking of metal chains as the person became recognizable.

Her pupils blew wide as she stared at his face, much more angular and harsh than she’d remembered. His hair had been trimmed short but was still the ink-black it had been since she could remember. Tattoos roped around his arms, the one’s that he’d always wanted since childhood.

He all but raced up to her spot on the wall, ripping at the restraints with pure force from newly acquired muscle. Tears ran down his face like rivers; she’d never seen him so utterly hysterical in her entire life.

The blonde fell into his arms even as the blood dripped from different parts of her. They cried simultaneously as they embraced after years of no contact of any kind.

“Raven…”

“David…”

His voice was even different, warmer and deeper, like a dying fire in the dead of winter. The two siblings stood there, blood and tears falling harshly onto the concrete.

When they finally broke, Raven saw the brilliant red that coated the whites of his eyes, the rusted chains that hung from his hands, ankles, and neck. Dark bruises littered his torso and his knuckles were swollen and purple, likely due to a fight.

“I’m sorry,” His, barely audible, voice whispered to her. She let out a watery laugh.

“What for?” The blonde sniffled as the tears continued to flow.

“Everything. All of it. Leaving you with…him, shutting you out, not checking up on you. For not being the older brother that I should have been,” David’s voice cracked as he spoke. His calloused hands clasped her own in a death grip, as if afraid that she’d leave.

“I was a coward, I ran off to the city without a word, without warning. I left you with an abuser. That…was so, so wrong of me to do. I left you when you were at a loss and I could have helped. I understood. And now? You’re in this, this fucking mess…”

Raven’s blue eyes blinked a few times, melancholic over the fact that her brother put the burden of blame on his own shoulders. However, despite the strangled sobs, he continued.

“I can’t go on, can’t be happy with the two of them,” David’s voice cracked and stuttered, unable to even so much as think of the two back at home, “if you’re not with me too. I can’t, won’t leave you again. I can’t leave you to deal with these mother fuckers..“

As the last words tumbled from his mouth, David’s form slowly began to chip away. His face still held the same look, desperate and silently pleading for an answer. She tried to grasp at him, only to fail as she watched her hands phase through his body as though it never existed.

"No…no, not now.”

Raven’s chest felt as thought it’d explode at any given moment; her brother was gone.

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“Raven! Wake up, wake up!”

The blonde shot up from her resting position, hands immediately coming up to check her arms. Absolutely no tears, no blood, no ropes. 'It was…a dream.’

Jujubee stared at her with worry written across her face. Gently, she pulled the other teen into an embrace and whispered into her ear.

Raven wanted to break, wanted to cry. Her head rested on Jujubee’s shoulder, and she was surprised to find her hands moving on their own accord. She gripped tightly onto her hips, short nails digging into the skin there.

The tears finally came, running like rapids down her face. Her entire body shook with wracking sobs, though her mouth let out little noise.

“It’s okay, it was only a dream, Raven,” Jujubee kissed her temple, trying to calm the shaking girl.

'Only a dream…not real…he’s alive…we’re okay…’

[marvelicious-concessions]

Golden hearted

Chapter 1/6

A/N: So I’ve been reading a lot of villain centered books lately :)) and thought it would be fun the make the oc a bad, bad girl. It was more difficult than I expected thought, gotta be real :)) 

That being said, this is probably very ooc, but hey, I’m writing it for fun. May be a tad attraction at first sight-y, just a little bit :P

Will lead up to Endgame ^^

Aesthetics relax me!

The Avengers were reunited for a second time, the circumstances better than first time, but still with a problem on hand. They were gathered around a table in the same room they apprehended Loki, but all new furniture and equipment and a fully repaired wall. The Iron Man pressed a few buttons on his weird midgardian tablet and her image shot up in front of them, detailed writings underneath. Stark read out loud, annoyance clear in his voice.

"You guys remember her. Name: Evelyn Evans. Powers include: superhuman strength and resistance, flight, turning things into gold. That last one is new. Weaknesses: try blasting her head off. Who filled this in? Someone tell Fury that's more a recommendation than an actual weakness."

Thor was silently looking at the woman's face. He remembered her well despite the picture being taken before she acquired her powers: a bashful look, almost as if the camera scared her, with big dark rimmed glasses and hair pulled up in a tight bun. The white shirt was the only visible clothing, but it was a far cry from the lacy dark blouse and generous low cut V neck she had when they met. He could picture her in his mind as if it all happened just that morning.

The chitauri army was pouring through the giant portal in the sky. She stood out, alone in the middle of the street, most of the humans having ran as far away as possible at the first sight of the monsters and giant portal in the sky. Like the valiant man he was, he rushed to save the damsel in distress. He was beyond surprised when the said damsel punched one of the chitauri soldiers and became even more curious when she floated a few inches off the ground and punched a few others. Her attention snapped to him soon after, her dark hair flowing as she glided closer. She looked him up and down, her expression bored as if it were just another day on Earth.

"I assume you know what's going on here?"

"The chitauri army is invading." She furrowed her brows, arms crossed. She was still a few inches off the ground, almost at eye level with him and he had to admit she had quite the mesmerizing eyes, light brown, with little wisps of golden yellow. Such a silly thing to notice while aliens were closing in.

"Well that explains a lot... Any idea how to stop this?"

"We have to find my brother, we have a plan, but we need his weapon." She sighed long and hard, looking more annoyed than anything else. She seemed to consider something, looking at the chitauri forces and then back at him again.

"Okay big guy. I'll stick around, you point me at the bastard when you see him."

"He's not a bastard, he's adopted!" That was when she first smiled, shacking her head with a little chuckle. She look him over once more, a shadow playing behind those eyes and sly grin. Thor felt a pang of guilt for actually enjoying the predatory gaze she was giving him. He made a mental note to visit Jane after they save Earth from his brother.

"Got a name, funny guy?"

Chitauri soldiers swarmed them before he got to answer. He was impressed at the woman's agility and endurance as she fought with him side by side. He threw his hammer at a creature that was sneaking behind her, Mijolnir landing some feet in front of her. He remembered her frown when she couldn't lift it and the smirk when he called the hammer back into his hand. Such a hypnotic smile, eyes sharp and determinate, as if it she had found a challenge she would enjoy conquering. They found each other back to back, chitauri focusing on them.

"My name is Thor. What shall I call you, my lady?" She looked at him, amusement written all over her face as she caught a chitauri by the throat and crushed it. He almost gasped at the display, more so because she looked so unaffected. He assumes she was just another powered human, another one of Earth’s mightiest heroes. He would have never guessed she would turn out to be a villain instead.

"The Norse god of thunder?"

"In the flesh!"

"And I suppose this brother we're looking for is named Loki?"

"You've heard of us!"

"And when I thought this day wasn't going to get any more interesting..." She punched another creature just as he took out the rest with his hammer. When they were done, she turned towards him, hand extended and despite all the strength behind her punches, her skin felt soft against his. "Evelyn. Nice too meet you Thor, God of Thunder." She said his name in a way like no other, half praise, half dare, as if she acknowledged his status but thought she could still take him nonetheless. He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles without thought, the gesture registering only after his lips touched her skin.

"The pleasure is all mine, lady Evelyn." She flashed him another toothy grin, stealing another glance at his hammer and letting her hand slide painfully slow from his. She was doing things to him and perhaps if he weren't so entranced he would have realized she was nothing but trouble. But the red flag came later, after the portal had been closed and his brother in their grasps.

"So you're the God of Mischief." She circled him like a hungry predator, the wolfish smirk on par with the ones his dear brother used to flash. "Too bad. We could have had some fun together, you and I."

"Release me and maybe I'll allow you to rule by my side." She scoffed, looking offended, but smiled at the same time.

"Something tells me you're not worth all that trouble. Besides..." She leaned in to whisper at his ear, but loud enough that Thor had heard it. "The world is already at my feet."

She looked the part as she said those words, mischief in her eyes and wicked tongue. Thor played it as bravado, mixed with a flirty personality at the time. In hindsight, he should have noticed the act, years upon years spent with a trickster in the family. But as those doe like eyes turned on him, he could only see the rose and not the thorns beneath.

"Well it's been fun and all, but I'll be going back to my vacation." She turned towards Thor, all sweet and alluring, catching him off guard. "Unless you want to have some fun, God of Thunder."

"I'm sorry lady Evelyn-"

"You're already taken, figures. Well if it doesn't work out, come find me." She winked at him and took off through the gap in the wall, her voice etched into his memory until Tony's broke the silence.

"Guys, where is the Tesseract?"

"That little thief!"

Thor shook his head, taking a deep breath and stealing one more glance at the floating picture. What was done was done and there was nothing he could do to change the past. Instead, he should focus on the future. They had been looking for her since that day, almost 2 months ago. The woman was like a ghost, appearing one place in a second, then halfway across the world the next. And that was when they traced her at all. The sad truth was they had no idea where she was most on the time.

"How did you find her?"

"So she kicked some mafioso out of his mansion and killed a few of his goons. Been living there for a few days." Thor's heart sank. She hadn't really done anythingparticularly nefarious after stealing the Tesseract. Mostly visiting places on Earth and booking hotels. There had even been proof that she helped a family out of being evicted, the odd shaped gold pieces being traced back to her powers. But now she was taking lives. How could he still hope there was some good in her as well?

"When has she gotten so out of control?"

"She's always been out of control. She stole the damn Tesseract."

"But she helped during the battle in New York." He couldn't deny there was still some unrealistic hope that the woman was not at fault. Yet there was no other explanation for the disappearance of the Tesseract and it also explained how she was traveling from one place to the next instantaneously.

"From what I understood she was caught in the crossfire. It wasn't exactly the rushing to our aid type of thing." Natasha added in her usual unimpressed voice. Thor regarded her for a moment, her frame small in the black leather chair. She didn't look it, but the Black Widow was also capable and dangerous.

"Hm. She seemed like a nice kid back then." Tony's remark made several of the Avengers turn to him with questioning looks, but Thor changed the subject. He was eager to solve this mess and return the Space Stone back in Asgard's vault were it belonged.

"So what do we know about her?" Natasha flipped a document open, but she didn't need to read any of the words, the information already read and analyzed, if she hadn't been the one to gather it in the first place.

"Nothing much. She was a science major, a bit antisocial if you ask me. Teachers and colleagues had only nice things to say about her, she learned well, was well spoken and helped whenever she could. Had a lot of acquaintances, but no real friends though. She stopped attending classes just a few weeks before New York. No previous sings of powers, so we assume that's when she got them."

"No family?"

"Raised by a single mother. Died about two years before she dropped out."

"And these powers, do we know how she got them?"

"No clue, but I'm sure Fury knows more than he's letting on. He's been kind of shady about the whole thing." There was a long silence as everything sank in. They basically knew nothing about her, or the extent of her powers. Since when did she turn things to gold? But she was far from indestructible, the cut on her arm from a chitauri spear fresh in his memory. Tony spoke first after a moment.

"I'm going to be sitting this one out. Banner as well"

"What? Why?"

"I am a busy man, Captain. And I'm pretty sure Goldilocks here can take her alone."

"What could be more important than the Tesseract?" Natasha interest was clearly peaked, her sharp gaze studying Tony's every gesture, but it was Banner who spoke, full of a childlike enthusiasm.

"We've encrypted a code from the stone in Loki's scepter. It's truly amazing, like nothing I've ever seen."

"We're saving the world on a different front guys. Have fun with our little thief."

The two left the room, not before Stark changed the picture of Evelyn with a map and coordinates. The captain let out an exasperated sigh and stood up, looking at them in turn, assessing the unexpected change in plans. Him, Thor, Natasha and Clint had to be enough.

"Alright, we got one shot at this before she uses the Tesseract and we loose her again." Somehow Thor doubted she was going to run this time.

Chapter 2 > 

[sweetboybucky]

Skate

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1600

Warnings: Minor swearing

Summary: Maybe your soldier isn’t good at everything he does. 

A/N: Hi, everyone! So, here I am with another fluffy mess. Honestly, I love this idea so much and I haven’t read anything like it (but if any of you have read any fics like this one, let me know so I can read them!). I have some really fun things in the works for all of you and I can’t wait for you to see them. I also want to thank you all for 300 followers! I celebrated 200 less than a week ago and another 100 people have already decided to follow me. Seriously, I can’t thank all of you enough. This community is absolutely incredible, honestly, and you all have made me feel so welcome here. Anyway, I’ll cut myself off before I start crying because I’m a sap. Enjoy! 

My Masterlist

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“Are you sure about this, doll?”

His voice sounds to your right, quiet. Hesitant. Careful. You turn back to him and see him eyeing the few children left in the building, their bodies zipping around. A metal hand snakes into his pocket, a self-conscious gesture. It makes a sympathetic smile curl onto your lips.

Lights flash around you. Slightly disorienting, but fun. The roller rink around you looks almost exactly as it did all those years ago. When you came here for birthday parties and class field trips. When your family would take you on weekends or on those rare days they let you leave school early.

You turn back to your feet, lacing up your clunky skates as Bucky grumbles something about this place being “too loud”. Your smile of sympathy gives way to one of mirth. Standing from the small bench you’d been sitting on, you make your way over to your handsome soldier. You wobble a little but manage to keep your balance enough to plant yourself in front of him.

“Come on, Buck,” you say, reaching down to grab the flesh hand resting on his thigh. “It’ll be fun!”

“Why do you think I’ll enjoy roller skating so much?”

“I don’t know,” you breathe, running your free hand through your hair. “But we haven’t had a day off at the same time in forever and I loved this place when I was a kid. Come on, I promise it’ll be fun.”

He moves his flesh hand from your grasp and rests it against your waist, placing his metal fingers - which he’s finally pulled out his pocket - on the other side of your body. They press into you as he leans his forehead against your abdomen. A heavy sigh leaves his lips.

“I really don’t want to do this.”

“And I really do want to do this. Please?”

Tilting his head, he lets his cheek fall against the fabric of your shirt. Takes in a deep breath and presses himself a little closer to you. You look down at him, a reassuring smile on your lips. One that you hope says enough to quell the anxiety in him. 

“Okay,” he whispers, kissing your belly shortly. Your face lights up. “You’ve gotta help me up.”

“You got it, Sergeant,” you say into his hair, nuzzling your nose there.

Capturing his fingers in yours, you pull back a little, watching as he sits up and lets out a determined huff. You chuckle. He mutters something under his breath.

After a minute of letting him prepare, you start to tug on his hands. He straightens his legs, stands tall and solid. Doesn’t move a muscle for a few seconds. You give him a little cheer and glide closer to him.

“I’m so proud of you.” Lips flutter along his as you form the words. He rolls his eyes. Squeezes your hands a little. “You wanna try moving?”

Azure eyes flash around a little too wildly, catching the movement of the kids still in the rink. His eyebrows pull down and a tiny frown mars his features. Makes lines appear in his forehead. Your heart sinks in your chest, eyes flicking from his face to his feet.

“If you don’t want to do this we don’t have to, Buck. I’m sorry if I -” you begin, worrying you’ve pushed him too far. Bucky cuts you off.

“No,” he whispers, voice unsure. “No,” he repeats, the word more firm now. One of his hands lets go of yours to tuck his fingers under your chin, lifting your gaze back to him. “I wanna try. I wanna do this. It’ll be fun.”

You smile. Kiss him. Wonder how you got so lucky.

He sighs, low and heavy. “This should be easy, right? All I have to do is step forward?”

“Barnes, children do this every day. I think you have enough coordination to roller skate.”

“Well, if I fall on my ass, I’m taking you down with me.”

“What a way to go,” you breathe. He nudges you a little. Tries to hide his amused grin. But you catch it anyway.

Another deep breath. Another flash of resilience in his eyes as he carefully slides his foot forward. You move yours back in turn. His face splits into a beautiful smile and you have to remind yourself how to breathe.

Five minutes later, he’s on the ground.

Again.

He purses his lips in frustration. A strangled noise comes from his throat - one that makes you want to hug him and laugh at the same time. You hide your chuckling behind your hand, reaching the other out to him. To help pull him up.

“Goddammit.” It’s a single word. Spoken under his breath. You giggle, not able to hold it in any longer. He glares up at you but takes your outstretched hand in his. Grips it.

“I didn’t expect you to be so bad at this.” And there’s truth to your words. Because for as long as you’ve known Bucky, he’s been good at everything he’s ever done. He’s a quick learner and his super soldier stature certainly gives him some unfair advantages. But this - roller skating - is his weakness, you realize.

Seeing him so unsteady today, so unsure, would normally upset you. Would usually make you pepper kisses along his jaw and hold his hands until he felt better. Until his grumpy state was taken over by the handsome soldier you fell in love with.

But there’s also a small - and slightly guilty - part of you that’s beginning to love him more now that you’ve seen this more human side of him. The one that’s terrible at roller skating. It makes everything about him feel real, for once, and not like some extraordinary dream.

You lean back, bracing yourself to lift his body. He does most of the work for you, pushing his hand against the shiny floor of the rink. Palms envelop your forearms. Grip onto the skin there in a desperate attempt to keep him from falling again.

You hold onto him for a minute. Listen as he huffs out a few annoyed breaths. Feel the wobbling of his body as he tries to keep his balance on the wheels. The place is nearly empty now, you realize, and you’re silently thankful for that. It gives Bucky the space to be as bad at this activity as he wants without the fear of hitting someone else.

“I’m bad at this,” he grinds out, his fingers digging into your skin, “because I’ve never done it before.” You roll your eyes. “You, however, are good at this because you’ve obviously had plenty of practice.”

“You know I haven’t been here in years, right? What makes you think I’ve had enough practice to be good at roller skating?”

“Because you managed to skate your way into my heart,” he says, his grin as sickeningly sweet as the response. You make a face.

“Incorrigible,” you whisper, pinching his flesh arm. He makes a noise that’s somewhere between one of protest and one of humor, squirms a little in your grip. You smile. “That was terrible, Barnes.”

He lets a heavy breath out through his nose, a little burst of amusement. Lets go of one of your arms and tweaks your nose. Laughs when you scrunch it up.

“Do I at least get credit for trying?” You scoff.

“Let’s just focus on the skating, you klutz.”

He fakes a look indignation, saying, “Fine. But like I said before, Y/N, next time I fall on my ass, I’m taking you with me.”

You wiggle your eyebrows at him. And this time, his laughter is booming. It resonates within the rink and makes you feel more whole than you ever have. Makes most of the thoughts in your head go a little fuzzy. 

But then he’s moving again, just a bit. Holding onto your arm and trying to keep his balance as you let go of one of his, swing around to his side so you can both skate forward. You turn your head to him every now and then, watch the way he bites his lip and locks his eyes on his feet.

For a minute, he seems to be doing well. He’s still incredibly unsteady, but his confidence in his movements is growing a little more. He smiles, little crinkles near his eyes appearing. And it’s brilliant. You’re positive that somewhere a star is jealous of the way Bucky shines. 

But then he’s falling. 

It isn’t graceful. It doesn’t end in some sort of roll that he can immediately stand up from - like in his Winter Soldier days. Instead, it’s awkward. It’s his skates catching on each other. His legs twisting in a way that is sure to be uncomfortable. The arm that isn’t holding yours ending up under his body. 

In an instant, you’re there with him. But the linoleum never meets your skin. Warm skin does. And it isn’t until you’re done falling - he hadn’t let go of your arm when he had gone down - that you realize he caught you. Turned himself enough to let your body land on top of his. 

His face is inches from yours, his fingers digging into the skin at your waist. “Are you okay?” he whispers. 

And then you laugh.

You laugh like you’ve never laughed before. It’s boisterous. Uncontrolled. It’s laughter for the fun you’ve had with your surprisingly clumsy soldier. Your sweet, handsome, silly soldier. 

Soon enough he joins you. Adds his own chuckling to the sound of your amusement. You both stay planted on the floor, lights flicker over you as tears spill out of the corners of your eyes. As all of the breath leaves your lungs and your abdomen aches.

“I kept my promise,” he says, breathless and gentle. You settle your hands on his shoulders. “I took you down with me.” 

Your smile grows as you remember his statement from earlier. It grows even larger - and so does his - as your form your response. “What a way to go.”

When you kiss him, you’re sure he knows you mean it. 

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[sunnysky-evans]

Finals | Frustrations & Limits

Participants: Frankie Wilde (D) and Skylar Evans (s)

Where: Miss Wilde’s suite

Classes: Sub 101, Basic Home Ec

Date Recorded: Sunday 3/24/2019

Skylar skipped the whole way to Miss Frankie's door and happily knocked on her door. He was very excited to be doing a scene with her. It wasn't until after the door handle began to turn that he remembered that he was supposed to be kneeling. He literally fell down, looking up at her with a smile. "I remembered miss." 

Frankie prepared herself for Skylar to come over for their final. Since it was a realitively calm scene, she remained in her jeans and gray sweater as she opened the door. "Very good, darling," she said with a sweet smile. She moved off to the side to allow Skylar to enter, "come in dear and go kneel by the couch," she said, shutting the door behind him and settling herself on the couch. "Tell me darling, how comfortable are you with being naked?"

Miss Frankie smiled and Sky couldn't help but return it. When she moved aside and asked him to come in he started to stand up, but thought maybe was supposed to crawl and ultimately ended up sort off trotting like a dog on hands and feet to the couch where he dropped inelegantly onto his knees. He looked up while she settled in. His smile faded and his cheeks turned pink. "Ummmm...." He's never been naked in front of anyone other than his brothers and mother for bath time when he was a little boy.

Frankie looked him over after her question, but when he didn't answer her eyes slitted slightly in confusion. "It is a question of comfort, dear," she reminded, "There is no wrong answer."

"Oh...umm... well, I guess I don't so much like showing my private parts miss. Is it okay if I don't?" He knew of course that Miss Frankie had told him that he should be honest and all of that, but in the moment he felt like he was letting her down. "Sorry Miss."

Frankie nodded simply, "I would not have asked if I was not ready for either answer, dear," she pointed out, "Though, I prefer to not have many clothes on myself," she said simply, stripping herself quickly down to only a pair of laced booty shorts. "Alright dear, the rules for today are as follows: You will always address me by my title, whether it is simply Miss or Miss Frankie. You are allowed to stand while completing tasks, otherwise I expect kneeling or crawling. You will complete each task as I request it, questions for verification will be heard. If at any time these rules are broken, there will be a small punishment of spankings to remind you of your focus. Are there any questions?"

Sky's cheeks pinked up almost before Miss Frankie had even finished undressing. He'd seen naked women and men of course. You would see them out and about even in a small town like Leitchfield, and definitely on campus, but he'd never been so up close. "Yes Miss." He held up his hand and used his fingers to count off the rules. "Always say Miss, no standing except to do jobs and stuff like that, gotta do tasks, and if I break the rules I get a spanking." He nodded his head in understanding and then shook it to indicate he didn't have any questions but of course his brain thought of one the second he'd inidicated that he didn't. "What if I gotta go pee Miss?"

Frankie nodded along as Sky recounted what she had said. At his question, she smiled, “then you come kneel by me and ask correctly and politely,” she answered simply. “Now, you will start with cleaning out the refrigerator and doing the dishes.”

Sky nodded and smiled. As soon as the order was given a small smile exploded into a full blown toothful beaming one. "Yes Miss! I'll do a great job." He untangled himself and jumped to his feet with lots of enthusiasm though very little grace. He looked around and realized that Miss Frankie's home looked pretty much the same shape as Sam's so headed straight into the kitchen and started in on the dishes. He hummed as he worked and finished fairly quickly since doing dishes was one of his regular chores back home. The refrigerator proved to be more challenging as it required more decision making than he was generally capable of. In the end it was clean though. He was bringing the few dishes the fridge clean out had produced when he realized that he was dancing foot to foot and needed to go right away. He raced down to the bathroom and sighed as he relieved himself. He washed up and started back to the  kitchen stopping dead in the middle. He'd forgotten. He was supposed to ask for permission and he'd just done it and he was supposed to crawl when he wasn't working. Head ducked and whole posture regretful, Sky crawled over to the couch and knelt next to the Domme. "I forgot."

 Frankie continued to remain settled in her place on the couch as Sky went through following his orders. Her attention became peaked when she heard him running and that he went over to the bathroom, first with our permission as well as on his feet. She was about to say something when he had realized his mistake on his own and was kneeling before her. “You also missed my title. Remember how you are to address me, dear?” She asked  sitting herself up on the edge of the couch to make her lap more prominent. “Take your jeans down, you may leave your underwear on and bend over my lap, dear.”

His eyes went wide when he realized that he'd made even more mistakes than he thought. "I'm sorry Miss." He chewed on his lip as he pulled his jeans down and stepped out of them. He didn't feel too shy since he had his briefs on covering his private parts. He'd gotten a spanking from his father a few times. Not so many times as Stevie, but he was naughty sometimes and got enough spankings to know why he was supposed to bend over her lap. He followed orders but couldn't keep his hands from moving back to cover up his bottom.

“I know you are, dear. But mistakes have consequences and we have to learn from them,” she added as Sky pulled his jeans off and settled over her lap. “You have to move your hands, dear.”

He nodded, but there were already tears forming in his eyes. "I'll learn Miss... I'll learn... please...." He couldn't help trying to bargain out of getting a spanking, but he instinctively followed the orders of a Dominant and moved his hands, bringing them down to his sides.

It concerned her how much this was already affecting the boy, but she knew how important it was to be consistent. “This is as important as following the rules, dear. We need to get through this.” She rubbed her hand over his ass lightly, “I’m going to give you 10 spankings. I want you to count each one and then you will give me an apology, understand?” She asked and then administered the first 2 strikes firm, but slowly.

He yelped as her hand came down on his butt, but followed orders and counted. "One, two..." He kept his face firmly pushed down into the couch cushion, not wanting her to hear him crying. Later he would remember and be embarrassed for acting like such a baby, but in the moment he was just aware that he was getting punished.

Frankie maintained a steady rhythm, giving Sky a few moments in between each slap, and keeping them firm as a reminder. After she gave him the 10th one, she rubbed her hand over his clothed flesh again.

"... seven,... ei..eight, nine, ten." He cried as she rubbed his bottom. He felt hot and not just there were his cheeks stung from all the firm smacks, but all over from shame and upset.

She waited a moment before helping him to sit up. “I need your apology, dear,” she reminded softly.

After she helped him up he wiped at his cheeks with his fingers and then wiped his running nose on his sleeve. "I'm sorry Miss. I'm sorry. I forgot." He smacked his own head with the palm of his hand. "I'm so dumb."

Frankie pulled the hand away after Sky smacked himself with it. “You are not dumb. You made a mistake. We all make mistakes. But, we must learn from those mistake so they do not happen again. And I bet you will not make that mistake again today, right?” She asked softly. She wasn’t used to working with someone as sensitive as Sky, so she was trying to say what needed to be said, though concerned about sounding contradicting. “You are forgiven, dear. Now we move on from this.”

"I'll learn Miss Frankie. I promise I won't make he mistake again." He nodded as he finished wiping his cheeks. "Thank you Miss. Can I do more chores? I did a real good job on your fridge. It's sparkling clean."

"I know, darling," she agreed, her own hand coming up to assist Sky in drying his face. "Of course, dear. Now, I want you to dust the shelves and furniture of the living room. There is a rag and cleaner under the sink in the kitchen."

He smiled lightly as he Domme touched his face. "Okay Miss." He stood up to scamper off, but the sting on his bottom reminded him to drop down and crawl off to find the supplies he needed to complete his tasks. Soon enough he was happily dusting and humming to himself, happy to be useful.

Frankie watched as Sky peddled off, smiling when he corrected himself, "Good boy," she called out, sensing that Sky may do well if compliments continued. She sighed contently as Sky started off, humming softly to himself and enjoying the feeling of everything going on around them. "How are you doing, dear? Everything going well?"

Sky felt his chest puff out at he praise. He hoped he could do a good enough job to get more and not get any more spankings. He turned from where he was wiping dust from the tall bookshelf. "Good Miss. I'm getting all the dust." He looked around and then back to Miss Frankie. "You got a lot of books Miss. Do you read them all?"

She looked up at his question, "I have read them all yes. But as you will notice, they are not novels. They are medical journals and scientific research books, so once you have read them, there really is no reason to read them again."

He looked back at the books and honestly he wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a novel and any other kind of book. It sounded very impressive to him. "I'm not a good reader but I like books a lot. My brother Simon is really smart. He reads lots of books. Sam reads comic books. Comic books are good because they have pictures to help figure out the words." He continued to clean but staying quiet wasn't exactly his strong suit. "Do you want to be a doctor Miss?"

Frankie nodded as Sky explained, "Do you have your brothers read to you then, dear? Do you have a favorite book?" she asked. Frankie sighed softly, "I did, yes," she admitted, "A surgeon to be specific, but I do not believe that is in the cards for me the more I learn about it. my medical condition is going to stop me, it seems."

"Yeah. They read to me lots. Simon taught me to read after I forgot. He's a really good teacher." Having finished his job, Sky dropped down and crawled, though since he was still talking and looking up at Miss Frankie it was more of a butt scooch across the floor until he could kneel on the floor next to her. "Captain Bluebear is my favorite. It's got magic and adventures and pirates and everything." His head tilted to the side. "Are you sad about that?" He often felt sad about all the things he couldn't do, about the ways he couldn't be like other people. He wondered if she felt sad too. He didn't want her to be sad.

"Sounds like it," Frankie agreed. She listened to him explain his favorite book, not sounding like something she'd ever pick up, but it was interesting to watch him light up about it. "Disappointed more than sad," she explained, "I will just have to find something else. I am leaning towards medical research now." After a throat clear she focused back on Sky, "For your last task, I need the windows cleaned in all the rooms. No streaks, dear."

"Disappointed." He repeated the word and processed it, nodding. "I think you will be a good medicine research person Miss. Maybe you will find a medicine that helps all the people who have the thing you have. That would be so important to the whole world, I think." He started in on the last task as happily as the others but things started to go awry very quickly. In order to get a streak free result there were many steps that needed to be followed and he just couldn't keep things straight. Unlike before there was no humming. And soon he was at his frustration, temper tantrum phase. With a angry grunt he threw the bottle down. It then cracked leaking window cleaner on the flower. He sobbed in frustration and dropped straight to the ground legs splayed out in a big W as he tried to clean up the leaking fluid.

“Thank you, dear,” she smiled as Sky crawled off. It wasn’t long for her to notice how quickly his frustration was building. “Come here, dear,” she ordered, sitting up to the edge of the couch to be more available. “Now tell me what is going on.”

Sky heard Miss Frankie call him back and his face fell. He was in trouble again. Crawling back to the Domme, he stopped and knelt at her feet, but never looked up. "I can't do it."

“What can you not do, dear?” She asked, keeping her voice calm, but stern.

He pointed to the window. "Make them clean. The streaks won't go away. I did it over and over and over again and I can't!" He slapped his hands down on his thighs feeling frustration.

“I see,” she said taking a deep breath. “Tell me, what can we do when you are running into an issue? Instead of getting frustrated?”

"I don't know." Sky pouted, shoulders sagged. He wanted to stay angry, but Miss Frankie sounded like his dad. When he would get very frustrated it was always his dad who made him calm down. "Ask for help? But I don't wanna bother you."

“I would say you throwing that little fit bothers me more than if you asked for help, dear,” Frankie pointed out. Frankie wasn’t very familiar with age play, but was definitely getting the feeling that Sky would do best if she met him on his level. She decided what she had researched about dealing with a tantrum might work in this situation.  “Ok, so you could ask for help. I want you to try that now, using your words, dear.”

A blush of embarrassment crept up from his neck to his cheeks, blotchy and hot.  Looking back at the broken spray bottle, he knew he'd only made everything worse. "I... umm...." He finally lifted his eyes to hers. "I need some help Miss Frankie. I can't make the streaks go away."

“That is a good boy,” she said, simply standing and grabbing some newspaper from the closet. “Try wiping with this. Cloth does not always work to avoid streaks,” she said. She looked over at the bottle on the floor, “is that broken now, dear?”

Sky crawled beside her, taking the newspaper remembering now that his mother used old newspaper to clean the windows back home. His cheeks bloomed red again as he looked to the floor. "Yes Miss."

“It was not very nice of you to break what was mine, was it?” She asked, going under the sink to get a new one. “What do you think you should@do now?”

"No. No. I'm sorry Miss. I'm sorry." He didn't know what he could do though. "I'll fix it. I got some tape. I'll fix it Miss."

“I am happy with the apology, dear,” she said, handing Sky the new spray bottle. “Now I want you to handle this better, so remember what we just talked about if you run into frustration again.”

Sky smiled and nodded. He set to work cleaning and things went well for the most part, but it was hard work and crawling from window to window and doing each window over and over until they were completely clear. When he got to the last one he was feeling tired and he frustration started to build when he couldn't get that streak free result in the lower corner. He stomped his foot, but remembered that he needed to ask for help. "Miss Frankie... I can't..."

Frankie kept a close eye on him, knowing that once a person became frustrated it was easy to resort back to it. And then, it happened. “Use your words, darling,” she said simply, still stern but wanting Sky to work through the problem.

He looked from the window to Miss Frankie and back again.  She wasn't going to just let him off the hook so easy. "I... there's a streak and I'm tired and I don't know how to make it go away. The newspaper ain't working."

“Ok,” she breathed, “let us work through the problem. I know you are tired but you are almost finished. Maybe if you tried it from a different angle or direction.”

He was tired. Without really understanding why, he felt drained and tired and ready to give up. But Miss Frankie wasn't letting him. So he stood up and moved to the other side, spraying the section of window. At first it didn't appear to be working because he'd used too much cleaning fluid, but eventually the streaks disappeared and the window was finally done. He looked at the window and around the room. "Did I do it Miss?"

After Sky had tried again, Frankie came over to look at the window. “Well look at that,” she smiled, “see you can do it. Very good job. Would you like to lay on the couch and rest, good boy.”

Dropping to his knees again, Sky watched as she inspected his work, face breaking into a huge smile as she deemed it well done. The praise was like being wrapped up in a warm blanket. Being tired left him with little to know impulse control and he wrapped her legs in a brief but enthusiastic hug. "Thank you Miss." He felt like him might be imposing by laying down, but he did feel tired. "Yes, Miss. I'd really like that, please."

Frankie walked over towards the couch and tapped her lap, "Come on then, dear. Have a lie down darling. You deserve it after all your hard work."

Sky crawled after her and didn't waste any time climbing up and laying down. His eyes drooped immediately. "I'm sorry I broke your bottle Miss," he said sleepily.

Frankie laid his head in her lap to play with his hair, "It is just a water bottle. I do think we will have to work on dealing with your frustrations, hmm? Because I know that you know better than to react like that and break something that does not belong to you."

The skin on the side of her knee was soft and he stroked it gently with his fingers in an approximation of self soothing. "Yes, Miss. My dad usually helps me not get so mad. And Simon." He chewed on his lip. "Yes Miss. Momma would be scolding me something awful if she knew."

"Well it will be our secret," she promised, "And those are good choices, however, they will not always help you out here. But there is time to figure things out. Just rest now, good boy."

"Thank you Miss." He nodded, closing his eyes and drifting into a light sleep curled up on her lap.

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[prismaticmuses]

*sometime before the Nivis trip*

“Hey, that was a really fun session! Sorry you had to CM again, Hugo.”

“It’s cool, I’ve accepted I’m a ‘forever-CM.’ I’m just glad we could all play together.”

“Damn, it’s been a hot minute since we got to play together. Hey, Sable. Nice work with the riddle there. I’m pretty sure Night was about to just bust the door down.”

“Look, sometimes you just gotta fireball shit.”

“It wasn’t too hard of a puzzle. If you guys want a real challenge, let me run a Cavern, I’ll pull out all the riddles.”

“Ugh, please no. No more riddles.... I hate riddles.”

“I thought your riddle was pretty clever. Hey, thanks again for the invite, guys. I’ve never played before. That was pretty fun. Do you guys meet up like every week or something?”

“We try. And you’re welcome back any time, Colt. If Frosty says you’re cool, I believe it.”

“Yeah! Please come back next week? I’m really excited to see that egg hatch. I’m betting it’s either a baby wyrmling or a gryphon.”

“Oh, Colt, you just transferred to Apricus U, right? If you want, I can help you flesh out your character a little more between classes.”

“Really?! Wow, you guys are awesome! I feel super lucky to have run into you. I mean, if I hadn’t been hit by Frosty’s car, I would’ve never met you!”

“Hey, now, bro. You ran into me. There’s still a little dent in the door and a long-ass scratch your board left.”

“Eh heh, yeah.... Sorry.... Still, it’s kinda like fate, right? Anyway, it was super fun to play with everyone and get to know you guys. I’ll definitely think about that offer, Night. For now, I should probably get going; I got practice in the morning.”

“Oh, yeah? Practice for what? You play Hecaball?”

“Ahhh haha, naaaw, I’m actually a big fan of gravity. Most of what I play is on solid ground. I’ve played a lot of sports, but that’s one I’ve never really considered.”

“Hey, that’s fair. It’s not for everyone. Alright, I guess I’ll see you around campus.”

“Yeah~! Later, everyone! Bye, Sable~!”

“Oh, I don’t get a goodbye?”

“Heh, maybe if you were cuter. Kidding. Later, Frost.”

“Hmmm.... You think he purposefully forgot my name?”

“Don’t take it personally, love. You just met, I’m sure he’ll get your name soon enough.”

“I know you can be a little dense, so I’m just gonna say: he was definitely hitting on you. Pretty sure ignoring me was on purpose.”

“Sorry, sis. That’s just the curse of being a girl playing C&C. I’ve seen it happen to Cerise a couple times. Whether she noticed or not, I dunno. But I’m sure the guy’s harmless, he’s just teasing. I’ll talk to him more at school, see what’s up, make sure he knows Sable’s off-limits.”

“... I can defend myself....”

“Yeah, you liked it. I get it. Cute new guy shows up, gives you attention. Just be careful around him. Guys are stupid.”

“Naw, he knows I’d kill ‘im if he ever did anything to my family. A’ight, guess I’ll see ya next week. See ya, Hugo. Bye Sable, Night.”

[shadowlink720]

FE: Birthright Randomised Chapter 3 and 4

(aka ‘Azura has no chill. At all. Ever.’)

It’s Time for more of this madness lol

We gon’ do at least chapter 3 this time aroooound

ah yeah we start with a really vanilla cutscene w/ Garon being like ‘hey i don’t care if i adopted ya, i’ll literally kill ya if ya step outta line, so do this thing at the Bottomless Canyon and i may forgive ya this time’ n’ all that Also Iago >:Y Did u guys know that Iago has the same English VA as Subaki? I didn’t until I looked up Jaffar’s FE Heroes va, who’s also the same guy Though nothing can compare to Hayato and Saizo having the same va tbh-

Ah yeah, there’s Hans, one of the only dudes in this game to not wear trousers :V then Xander’s like ‘nah, don’t trust them, m8′ ‘k, bruh’

Onward to the Bottomless Canyon! .... I just realised this may be a little difficult without a healer ahahah;;;; oh well >:V aaaand there’s Gunter complaining about how he doesn’t like the Bottomless Canyon well at least he won’t need to look at it for long :3c >:3ccccc

there goes Hans being a suicidal idiot Just think; literally none of this would have happened if Hans didn’t kill that generic samurai, but nah, we gotta have plot, yo

FORCED TUTORIAL ABOUT BATTLE FORMATIONS GOOOOOOO

Hans only has 1 luck as a level 2 Beserker lMAO WEAK he has the same base strength as Kaze tho;;;;

yeah just gonna.... let Hans die from those Samurai on the bridge there, while I sneak around their range

Free stuuuuuff >:3cc

aaaand there goes Hans he Ded Time to use this Dragon Vein! c:

Another level up for Corrin! Much better this time; HP, strength, magic, speed and res

.... ok I’m glad she dodged that archer, because that would have been rather troublesome seeing as I have no healers- Also I’m gonna trade Gunter’s steel lance to Kaze at least before I end the chapter and see if he still has it when he comes back later? Or maybe I should just give it to Corrin to hold on to, idk ..... wait I can’t trade items yet gdi fates

It’s only just occurred to me how many samurai are in these chapters lol

“You’re quite skilled” yeah Kaze, they’re also quite dead

aaand the reinforcements come along blech- ...... I don’t like how low Kaze’s hit rate is against Omozu- Or Corrin’s for that matter ahahah;;;

Oh... nevermind then it wasn’t a problem

yet another level for Corrin, this time HP, strength and speed

.... I think I’m gonna wait for these sky knights to come over to get Kaze some more exp, idk ... wow, he got a basically blank level up except for Defence that’s a surprise Anyway time to seize!

time to see who Azura’s retainers are >:3ccccccc

..... holy shit

... This basically sums up the entire randomiser, tbh //inhales IZANA IS SAIZO and therefore Rinkah’s brother .... well they both have white hair soooo......? Hair colour genetics-wise, it actually kinda works???

I’m sorry but look at this madness I’m

Aaaand here comes the vanilla Nohr siblings again

I wonder who Kagero is; we’ll find out very soon, at least :’’’D There they are!

.... it’s Hayato it’s hAYAT O AND I WAS JUST MENTIONING HOW HE HAS THE SAME VA AS SAIZO EARLIER-

Azura ‘No Chill’ coming to kick some Nohrian ass right here I love that she’s Ryoma tho, have I mentioned that? It’s perfect idk about you guys but I’m having a blast with this so far

Anyway time to continue the plot

I can’t believe Gunter is freaking dead bYE THEN Time for dragons I do quite like the design for Dragon Corrin tho, it looks quite different from usual dragons, and it’s pretty darn neat

welp off I go down the Canyon lol;;; aaaand there’s Lilith the fishdragon thing

off to the astral plane ayyy

with it’s explanations that we’ve already heard and whatnot and the fact that it puts the quarters right in the middle of the path -3-

Jakob ambush Jakobush ... that was terrible, sorry

Anyway that’s the end of Chapter 3! :’D Time for Chapter 4! >:3ccc

So Jakob, what are ya looking at that’s so interesting? :o

ah yeah then they talk about ‘o ur gonna execute me, aren’t ya?’ ‘nnaaaaaaah’ HOLY HECK I COULDN’T GET IT BUT LIKE His model went weird because his model doesn’t have the right animation and then he just- floated for a little bit It’s... really something you’d need to see for urself asfdauiudhusd .... Jakob what is so interesting about the roof?

ayyy there’s Rinkah again :D Oh my farore- Corrin said “We meet again. Rinkah, right?” and Rinkah’s voiceline was ‘Not even close!’ so I just imagine it’s like ‘wow ok who else could ya be then-’

Off to Castle Shirasagi we gooooo

oooo there’s Azura ‘No Chill’ (ok well she’s pretty chill now but w/e) :D

She’s a Spear Master :o wait that means she can’t use the Raijinto heck- Maybe she can heart seal into a class that can?? idk, hopefully? I mean I do love Spear Masters, but we can promote Rinkah into one soo :V

Aaaaand there’s me mum, Mikoto ... I just realised Jakob and Rinkah disappeared hahaha

wait nvm Jakob’s back, I can see his hand right in the corner

Right theeeere

There goes Azura humming again lol

Heck yeah, man Yeah I think I’m just gonna call her Azura ‘No Chill’ from now on, because she really doesn’t have any o<o;;;;

~~~Flaaaaaaashhhhhbaaaaaaaack~~~

oh hey another generic samurai, yeah sorry I kinda killed a lot of your identical twins; but it was self defence, man, they attacked first-

.... Azura, Shigure doesn’t exist yet, do you just yell that name sometimes knowing your going to give it to your future son or whuh-

Anyway time to help Mozu and Takumiiiii

oh my farore, Mozu, it’s not nice to say someone smells like a goat like that like, who are you even talking to? Takumi? those Faceless surrounding you? tbh I’d think they’s smell more like rotting flesh or just... mould and dirt, tbh, something repulsive idk

Ya know what? I like the thought of Takumi being a good older sibling to Mozu, it’s an interesting dynamic

lol, Azura’s sprite still says she’s a Swordmaster (for stability b/c she isn’t joining us yet-)

oooOOOOooo Rinkah has a Beast Killer :o that’ll come in handy I do believe, given how many mounted units are in the Nohrian army >:3ccccc And Jakob has a Brass Katana

Let’s look at Jakob’s stats and stuff, shall we?

Not bad; he’s got Pragmatic (+3 to damage dealt and -1 to damage taken against injured foes, pretty darn sweet) as a personal, and he also has Shurikenfaire which is.... kinda useless with his current class lol But a C rank is swords is pretty darn neat! :o E rank in Dragonstones not so much, but they only go up to C rank anyway, right? Nothing grinding can’t fix, if I decide to keep him this class :V His bases are pretty even which is pretty good, they aren’t exactly great but this is still early game :V He’s gonna be interesting to use, at least :’D (Growth rates are HP = 25, Str = 45, Mag = 40, Skill = 20, Spd = 45, Lck = 15, Def = 45, Res = 20, so yeah skill and luck are his weaknesses but we can work around that)

(Can’t really look at Rinkah’s stats yet b/c technically she isn’t in the army at this point since I haven’t branched off into Birthright yet hahahah;;;)

Anyway let’s go! >:D

ah yes, NOW we can trade items where were you when I wanted to give Kaze a free steel lance, bruh?

oo that Goddess Icon will be handy, either for Corrin or Jakob; given their lower luck growths

Takumi about to kick some Faceless ass lol oddly fitting for him to say something like that

obligatory auto-battle tutoriaaaalll

also Azura looks great w/ Raijinto, just saying

Rinkah levelled uuuup, she got HP, Strength and Luck c: And she learned Seal Defence awwwww yeeeeaaaah soonnnnnnnnn

Azura, please chill, that’s a little overkill, isn’t it??

all right, just one more Faceless remaining >:3 Oh hey! Corrin’s weapon level went up!

dang it, Azura got the last one >:V AND IT WAS A CRIT HOLY HECK

oooh we get to see Mozu’s class now!

... I can’t tell if it’s a Merchant or Apothecary, but we’ll find out soon! :’D

Ok but Diviner!Takumi looks pretty cool, ngl

anyway an obligatory explanation of Faceless later

oh yeah and a cutscene talking about Corrin’s old room idk

oooooh! Now we get to see who Azura is! :D Hah, because it’s not Azura there’s no song at all :p

oh my Farore-

It’s Kagero holy heck- Hopefully she’s showing up as a ninja for stability, and she’s... not actually randomised into a ninja- (Nope; glancing at the output folder she randomised into a ninja. What are the odds of that happening, am I right?? >:V Oh well, she’ll still have different heart seal options we can mess around with :3c)

it’s funny because she’s a Hoshidan ninja-

yadda yadda yadda, talking about Nohr and Hoshido and Mikoto, stuff like thaaaat

Aaaand that’s Chapter 4! :D I also think I’m gonna stop playing here so it doesn’t get too long Next time I do believe we’ll be doing chapter 5 and maybe chapter 6 as well! therefore officially branching off into Birthright, and hopefully not breaking the game! :’’’D

ahhh but this is so fun ashfudhfsuhdf I love just being able to ramble on about this tbh, hahah