#he even said it when he cast it. he didnt say it backwards he Said It Normally. god

[wolfwarrior142]

And he probably realized that, well. His dad would for sure die if he wasn't already dead. Because the spell was cast and his heart was needed for it. And thus had been used. Can't live without a heart.

Haunted by the way Soren reacts to the spell washing over him and the cruel irony surrounding it

The first time he refused the spell, his father made. Flinched away from it because the spell was cast for war and vengeance. It was a spell his father nearly forced upon him.

This time he demanded Viren cast the spell demanded he do SOMETHING. But now this spell was cast to protect, something he willingly brought upon them.

This spell that he was so terrified of, it now being used to do what he had always wanted to do. To save the lives of the people around him.

[grugruel]

Movement

Pairings: mob!bucky x undercover!f!reader

MDNI/NSFW

Masterlist

Summary: Working undercover wasn't what you had expected. Dancing at events was, privately entertaining the boss wasn't. Your story climaxes tonight, leaving Bucky cuffed to a bed and you bent over a windowsill.

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: pinv sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, voyeurism ish?, choking, edging, creampie, thigh-riding ish, fingering.

AN: Not edited yet! Got a dirty dancing vibe from nowhere, so I ran with it. Yall will notice. Please do comment your thoughts! It really motivates me :)

I look around me, gaze drifting over the crowd. My eyes meeting a particular set, catching him staring. I turn my head away, and all of a sudden. Everything, was for him.

Every move, every sway, every sweep of my arms and rock of my hips. I did to his liking, for his approval.

The music blurred around me, so lost in the moment. . .

A soft purple light shone down upon me, giving everything an intimate glow. Illuminating my body and making my long dark dress sparkle, while casting shadows around me. Bulging and dipping, the candlelit chandelier had the darkness join me in dance. So private, yet so open. The hundreds of people slowly whirling over the dancefloor disappeared from my mind, and in its stead, only he was left. My eyes locked with his as a slim path cleared between us, the bodies of couples molding to eachother incidentally moved out of the way.

I smiled, daring him. Curling my finger, motioning for him to join me. Like a bird of paradise, I moved to impress. I moved with the rhythm of the music, brushing my knuckles over my abdomen, trailing all the way up along my torso, over the tip of my breasts and dip of my neck. My fingers messily burrying themselves in my hair, running along my scalp, hair matching the movement of my body.

Hungry eyes devouvered me, but his was the only ones I cared for. Transfixed, he moved forward, pushing people out of the way. Shouldering them to the side as he walked toward the stage, toward me. Theres was no time for curtesy, no time for clients or associates stopping to shake his hand. He waved them away, eyes never leaving me.

This had been our routine since he hired me a few months back, and unfortunately. I'd lie if I said I didn't like it, it had become personal. Even though I told myself it was just for the mission.

But this was not a game I'd let him win. Stepping off of the stage, I dove into the masses. Blending in, and dissapearing.

I, along with some other girls were the entertainment for the night. A ball James hosted every year, in attendance was only the richest and dirtiest.

Static crackled on my ear, 'Back-up on standby. .' The voice spoke as I walked toward the bar.

I was about to answer, when somebody grabbed me–

A yelp esacped me as a hand enveloped my bicep. Gripping it tightly, immidietly pulling me backward. I didnt have to look to know who it was. He'd caught me, but I couldn't avoid those beautiful blues. My eyes meet with the familiarity, they smile, and I mimic.

'Just say the word. . .' The voice came stressed, their eyes on the unfolding scene.

But I carefully raised my shoulder to my ear, playing it off as a scratch, and turned the device off. In the same moment, the music swithces from classical to something more intimate, and the room heats. Couples move from swaying together to moving against eachother, grinding smoothly to the body of the other.

With a smile, his hand slides from my bicep into my own and he pulls me back onto the grand, marbled dance floor. In a flurry of bodies, he yanks me against him. I collide with his chest and throw my arms around his shoulders in the motion. We match our movements to the others as his thigh slides between my legs, supporting me as I grind onto him. The slit in my dress exposing my thinly clothed core to his thick thigh, I bite my lip at the feeling.

Our acts disguised as nothing more than intimate dance.

The music thumps lowly, the vibrations caressing my skin deliciously as he ruts his hips against my own. My hands intertwine behind his neck and our faces come an inch apart, our heavy breaths symphonising with eachother. 'Missed you. . .' He murmurs against me.

I hum, biting my lip as a smile tugs on the corner of my mouth, 'Prove it to me, James.' And a particularly good grind treats me well, making a whimper leave me.

He grunts, capturing my bottom lip in a bite, gently tugging on it.Then speaks through clenched teeth, 'It'd be my pleasure doll.' And grabs my hand again, pulling me into the massive halls of his manor.

A few minuters later, after following dimly lit, large wood paneled walls, we arrive at his room. Like so may times before, his guards stop by the door, standing by.

Kissing we stumbled inside, the guards didnt even bat an eye, so used to this by now. The music from the ballroom dampened as the door slammed shut behind us and Buckys dark, big bedroom welcomed us. His hand glide from my hand to my waist, holding me as he backed up toward the bed. Falling back, he circled his arms around my back. Pulling me closer, he rested his chin against my abdomen, never taking his eyes from mine, big and wanting. He kissed me up my stumache to center of my chest, I sighed happily as my knuckles caressed his cheek. Eventually coming to rest in his hair, combing through it gently. Appreciatively, he hummed, kissing me more. I leaned down, met his lips– and pushed him backward.

With a swift thud and the sound of springing feathers, he hit the mattress, his body shifting back and up against the headboard. Prowling, I crawled on top of him. Stradeling his lap, I unbuttoned his blazer and shirt while sitting on his hard member. I took his hands in mine and led them to the headboard. Meanwhile, I leaned into him, my lips brushing over his. A millisecond before they met, my hands slid to his wrists and–

Doubble "Click"s sounded out.

Opening his eyes, 'Tell me this is a part of it.' He whispered against my lips, the slightest growl to the voice. I shook my head, and sat back on his lap before he lunged for me. But as predicted- he didnt get far. Hands locked in cuffs around two bars of his headboard. I laughed, 'I could lie, but it wouldn't be the first time.' And rocked my hips against his clothed member, humming from the friction his pants and my dress created. He hissed, eyes boring into mine, filled with a burning hatred as his breathing turned heavy, burdened with a long-standing lust.

Sighing mournfully, 'We could continue this thing of ours you know, still have some fun.' I hummed, taking his chin between my fingers to look at him. But he jerked his face from my grup, hands straining against the cuffs, rattling them, then lunged forward again.

I pulled back, 'Ooh-' and mocked, pretence fear lining my body language as I crawled backward and slipped to my feet at the foot of the bed. 'I can still take care of that for ya'.' I nodded toward his erection, a huge hill bulging in his pants.

He huffed and looked away.

I cocked an eyebrow and turned around, walking toward his desk, 'You underestimate me James, I've had you fooled for a long time.'

Chuckling, he answered 'Fooled? I've had you on your knees for just as long, doll.' He worked the cuffs, testing the strength of the bars.

Annoyance bubbled up inside me, 'And what about all the times you've begged me for a taste? Its laughable.'

'Yeah?' He laughed, 'And you begging me to fuck you isnt?'

My cheeks burned hot, needles of irritation pricking my skin. When I got an idea, something to. . . Give back, or get back. Whichever. 'We both knew this wouldnt last.' I said curtly, walking around his desk, riffling through it.

He nodded slowly, 'Didn't think you'd have the stumache to turn me in, still think you don't.'

I huffed, 'Yeah?' Pulling out a particular set of documents, the ones I needed to put him in his place, and held them up for him to see.

'Yeah.' His eyes narrowed on the papers.

I browsed through it, then met his eyes with a smirk, 'Fascinating.' I jerked my eyebrows upward in challenge.

'You wouldnt.'

'I would.' And nudged my earpiece again, 'I got them.'

He shook his head, dissapointment ruining his beautiful features. It stung, It really did. I didn't want to hurt him. Fuck, I really did care for him.

Static, 'Copy, extraction team will meet you at the edge of the property.' At that I turned it off again, everything wasn't for them to hear.

I walked up to him, his gaze followed my every step. Although mad, he didnt want to forget me. Furiously, he studied my curves, intent on not forgetting.

'How come you've not called your guards?' I asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to him, tracing a finger along his abs, observing the way his skin grew goosebumps.

'I wouldnt stoop that low.' He jabbed, the pain in my chest might as well have come from the tip of a knife, his knife.

I cleared my throat, 'Well. . . As I said–' my hand slipped downward, '–I could do you a kindness, and take care of this for you.' I whispered, cupping his bulge, 'Maybe set a start to my making up to you.'

'Fuck.' He groaned, bucking into my touch. Closing his eyes, he shook his head again.

'No?' I retracted my hand, my dress strap slipping as I did so. Revealing a tad more of my chest, his eyes opened, and stared. I quirked an eyebrow, and he met my eyes. Pleading. Silently, we understood eachother. We felt what we could not say because of who we were.

I smiled, working my shoulder to let the strap slip further. Revealing my breast, nipple turning hard from the cool air. He sighed, eyes turning soft with adoration. I stood and backed up, and he leaned forward to follow me. But cuffs yanked him back, resteaining him. A glint of annoyance sparked in his admiring eyes. At this, I smiled again. Wicked this time. I walked over to the desk, jumping up on it with a hop and crossing my legs.

'How often will you think back on our memories together?' I ask coyly, a finger trailing up my leg through the slit of my dress.

'More than I do now.' He answered, voice gruff. Pain and lust adorning it.

His response pleased me deeply, I uncrossed my legs and spread them wider. Wide enough to catch a glimpse of my lingerie. At the sight, he yanked the cuffs, desperation taking hold of him. His breathing turning heavy, his eyes on the prize. My fingers slide under the skirt of my dress, folding it over my other leg. Hands moving toward my core. He grunts, spurring me on. The sight of him making my core ache, cuffed, animalistic and depraved. For a second, I toyed with the thought of releasing him. Closing my eyes, I imagined the way he would make my body ache in all the ways it craved. I hummed as a finger reached my panties, sliding up and down my clothed slit. All the while Bucky huffed and puffed, only contributing to my illusions. His member was probably straining uncomfortably against his pants by now. I bit my lip, a finger slipping under the fabric, into my core. Instantly drenched in my juices, I heard a whimper, and opened my eyes.

On the bed infront of me, he'd managed to get onto his knees, arms extended behind him, held by the cuffs, keeping him from falling face first. His mouth agape, panting desperatley as he watched me.

I pushed another finger inside, then another. He bit his lip to muffle another whimper, licking them furiously.

Thrusting gently, I curled them into my special spot. Moaning, as his whimpers spurred me on. Pushing me over the edge in a few short moments, I hummed. Trying to stay relatively quiet.

'Gonna beg me for a taste again?' I asked, and he nodded enthusiastically, 'I could sit on your face for you.' And at that, his eyes filled with hope, but my wicked smile returned, letting him know he would't get that lucky.

I stood, dress falling back into place, breast still exposed. Sautering over to him, then got on my kneeson the bed infront of him. Holding my fingers out to him, slick with my arousal. Greedily, he took them into his mouth, lapping and sucking at every ounce of my juice, hungrily moaning all the while. I pulled my fingers back, and he whimpered at the loss. Seding pulses through my body, his eyes roamed over me as I kneeled infront of him, gaze landing on my breast, 'Can I? Please?' He asked, eyebrows furrowing. I nodded, and in a second his mouth closed around my breast, sucking it into his mouth. Humming, I sighed, enjoying it while it lasted. With one hand holding the folder, I ran the other through his hair, scratching his scalp, 'Such a good boy.' I whispered, and he moaned a hot breath against me, 'The great James Barnes, falling apart by a woman's–' I began, but suddenly, he bit my nipple, making me yelp and pull back.

'Youre not just any woman.' He said, a devilish quirk to his lips.

I sighed, but the lip of my corner tugged as I turned around. Pulling my strap up, I made my way toward the fogged up window and opened it. Cool, damp air flooded inside, chilling me pleasantly as I wathched the view overlooking the gardens.

Before I could make my escape, I turned around to look at him one last time. However, not liking what I was met with.

Pulling himself back, he wrapped his hands around the bars and yanked–

To my horror, one of the two came loose with a worrying clang, making him fall forward.

I'd teased him to much for my own good. 'James, lets just-' I began, and his eyes snapped to mine, then he began yanking on the other. Hunger melting together with anger in his features.

A chill ran down my spine as I threw one leg over the windowsill in a hurried motion, then the sound of a second clang rang out.

Terror grabbed hold of me as I threw my other leg over the sill and jumped–

Bit his hands grabbed my waist, lifting me back inside and pulling me to his chest. The warmth against my back contrasting the cool of my front, horror and excitement washed over me, anticipation leading.

One arm squeezed me as the other slid downward, then he leveled his head with mine, his nose nuzzling my temple, and lips gracing my cheekbone as he spoke, 'How about we make a new memory?' He breathed, I could hear the smile shaping his lips. The hand headed downward slipped through the slit of my dress and cupped my cunt, making a pained moan escape me.

He kissed my cheekbone and bit my earlobe, tugging on it slightly. Then put pressure on my mound with a harsh yank, pulling me even closer against him. A mix of a hiss and a whimper leave my lips as my ass tucks snuggly into his crotch, his hard member pressing up against me. His mouth slips to my neck, 'Your fault.' voice muffled by skin, 'You fix it.'

A shattered hum in agreement came from my lips as he began rubbing his hand up and down in rough movements, the warmth from the friction was enough to send pulses of heat through every nerve in my body. He walked us forward as his fingers coverd every inch of my cunt, teasing my core, digits sliding between my slits, and palm rubbing into my clit, his hand getting more and more slick by the second. As if locked in dance, our hips move together, matching rythms. I grind against his hand as he ruts his crotch against my ass, the very hard member recieving long anticipated friction.

We collpase as he slips to his knees, pulling me down with him.

Suddenly, two of his fingers slip inside of me, setting a quick thrusting pace. He sinks his teeth into my neck, biting and sucking, and a scream threaten me as the coil tightens in the pit of my stumache. His other hand move to my back and bends me over the windowsill.

I rest my forearms against the hard wood for support, and just as the blinding pleasure is about to unfold, his fingers retreat. Pulling out of me with a slick sound, I release a painful groan as my walls ache and clench around nothing. 'Fuck you.' I hiss, shutting my watering eyes tightly against the pain of his absence.

I heard movement behind me, then feel his hands pull my dress straps down, making my dress fall to the floor. His touch leaves me again, then I hear a zipper, Thats right.' He said, pulling my panties to the side, 'Fuck me.' And he rams his member into me. All air expells out of my body, my breath lost somewhere to the cool summer night. My fingers curl around the sill, gripling it tightly as the stinging, filling sensation settles in my bones.

He hums and leans over my back as he gathers my hair in one hand, and his mouth levels with my ear, 'You wont be walking out of here with those papers doll, In fact, I doubt you'll be walking at all.' He chuckles, and lays his cheek against mine, looking out through the window. 'So tell those men of yours that they'll have to carry you once the show is over.' And nods toward the edge of his property before leaning back.

I follow his gaze, and a slight movement catches my eye.

The back-up. . . No doubt watching the scene unfold.

But before I got to much time to ponder, his left hand grabbed my right hip, and his other hand gathered a fistful of my hair.

Then, he pulls. Yanking me upward so that my arms stretch, and my hands support me against the sill instead. My entire, naked body on full display to the outside. Asshole.

He begins thrusting, gruesome, hard thrusts. The hand fisting my hair let's go, and circles around my torso instead, folding over my chest, and grabbing the breast furthest away to knead and squeeze. Covering me up in the process.

Apparently, he didnt want them to see it all. Some was just for him.

He rests his forehead against my shoulder, planting sweet, soft kisses against the blade of it, 'Sorry.' He whispers, all the while his thrusts rock my body into oblivion. 'Needed to teach them a lesson.' He says between panting.

The coil began tightening once again, and I smile. Feeling this good, I honestly couldnt care less. Even so, my team had seen me naked before. We shower together, share rooms even, and they know im in it to win it. My only wish was that they'd have the decency to look away, but knowing they're men, It'd be too high a wish.

Nothing could be heard but the muffled music, slapping skin, laboring vocal cords, and the nature at night. Bird song and nocturnal insects filled the calm night, ever so rudely disturbed by our moaning, and– static?

Oh. . .

'Agent, I repeat– "Do you need extraction?"' The voice was uncertain, uncomfortable even.

Fuck, it must've clicked on when he yanked me by the hair. Embaressment filled me, they'd heard much more than they should've. But even so, irritation took the lead. Annoyed that they were interrupting me, I rolled my eyes, 'I'm fine, I'll be right there.' I stuttered out, doing my best to hide my moans. The slapping however, could not be hindered. I reached for my earpiece, the stuttering of his hips against my body gave me great difficulty. But managed to grab it despite being violently rocked back and forth, and threw it far into the gardens.

'Finally alone?' He breathed against me, warming my shoulder, temporarily keeping the goosebumps at bay.

'Define alone.' I scoffed, biting back a whimper. The pressure in me building to a climax, the sounds of nature and our loving dulled. Replaced by a ringing as my vision grows spotty and a faint feeling comes over me. 'Close, so– So, close.' I manage, my words stumbling out of me. He hums, moaning in my ear as his thrusts frenzies. The hand kneading my breast moves upward, grabbing my throat, squeezing lightly as we tumble into our orgasm. Collapsing onto the windowsill.

'Fuck. . .' He breathes, pulling out off me with a wet plop. His seed seaping out off my entrance now that nothing stood in its way. He rolled off of me and leaned against the sill, elbow supporting him as he observed me intently.

I pull my dress back on, then cross my arms on the sill, resting my chin upon them, 'What now?'

'You'll see me again.'

I huff, 'Yeah? How?'

He shrugs, 'Tell them we have a deal, or that I think were involved. Tell them your cover wasn't broken.'

'Think that'd work?' I ask, unconvinced. However, wishing desperately it would.

'It might, if it doesn't. You come right back here and start over with me. I'll protect you.'

I nod, 'Go to bed, so I at least can pretend to slip out.' And smile, believing him.

Not protesting, he kisses my cheek. 'Good night.' He whisperes.

I stay for a few more minutes, then grab my heels and jump out of the window. Closing it behind me. Silently, in the bright blue night, I walk barefoot in dew covered grass.

Eventually met by familiar voices, 'Not a word I say.' Interrupting them before they can comment, 'He thinks I want him.' I raise my brows and chuckle, the team snickers.

'Sure sounded like it.' One of them jokes, and they all abrupt into laughter.

I roll my eyes, 'Ha, ha. Very funny. Dont pretend you werent watching us half hard, palming yourself.' I bite back. Causing "oooohs" to abrupt, and the guy going pale.

At least they seem to believe it.

I gift myself a hopeful smile, I'll be seeing him again. One way or another.

[sugoi-writes]

Suck It Up, Buttercup

Husk x GN!Reader Drabble

Haha-- It's the voice. The accent. DON'T JUDGE-- (No warnings, minus drinking mentions. Pure fluff!)

I miiiight turn this into a thing with multiple characters... a 'surprise kiss!' scenario with each of the main cast, just to practice writing for others. (I did similar things with KNY not too long ago). Not that I don't love Alastor, but I should try to mix things up a bit! If yall like this, let me know who you'd like to see next. Oh, and of course: please enjoy~

♥️♣️♦️

You groaned as you nursed your drink, cheek lazily smushed against the wood grain of the counter.

"Ughhnn.. shit, I passed out, didn't I?" You wince in pain from your throbbing headache, your vision slowly stabilizing as you took in your surroundings. Husk hums in agreement, coming out from behind the bar to your side.

" 'Sure did. C'mon, Buttercup. It's time to get you to bed." You whined, your flushed face giving away your drunken state," One more drink? Pleeeease..." Husk sighs, shrugging," A'ight, but it's probably a lil' too hard for ya." You stick your tongue out at him playfully, making him smile and shrug, both hands shooting up in his defense," Don't say I didn't try to warn ya..."

You felt your cheek press further into your eye as you watched Husk with a smile. You didnt bother to lift your head as you observed his movements. Quick, effortless, and cunning... despite his nihilist attitude, he always moved with a purpose while mixing drinks. He moved in ways that made what he was doing even more impressive to watch.

Once he was done, Husk made a big deal of sliding this 'concotion' towards you, your glass sporting a succulent lemon wedge on the rim. You felt a surge of energy enter you as you hastily took a gulp, before your expression soured.

"Water....? Husk, you said--!"

"Y'said to make you somethin' that'd make you forget somethin' else. That headache, for example," the cat demon chastised, before leaning forward," And you're gonna drink every last gulp before you carry your ass to bed. Got it?"

You groan again, rolling your eyes," Only if you'll carry me there~" You teased, shimming your shoulders. Husk narrows his gaze at you, his fur around his neck bristling," I ain't some powdered prince, y'know... and I don't do shit for free."

You sigh dramatically, leaning backward and arching your back over the counter," Ohhh, woe is me! I was convinced I finally found my knight in shining armor~!" At this, Husk snorts, leaning on his elbows and looming above you, his face hovering just above yours. For a moment, the two of you shared a laugh, then it grew stagnant... and then, there was a moment when you stared at one another, waiting for someone to move or say something. The tension that lingered felt heavy on your chest, as you felt your throat run dry. You open your parched lips slightly to say something, but your phrase died on your tongue, unable to leave.

Husk sighs, leaning down to kiss you gently on the forehead, officially breaking the silence.

"You're lucky you're a'ight to be around, otherwise I wouldn't be doin' this shit..." You barely had time to recover, your eyes wide with disbelief. Your fingertips ghosted over the pecked spot on your forehead, as if to replicate the feeling... before you felt yourself being lifted up. You fumble about in Husk's arms, clinging desperately to his chest. You were surprised with long, soft fur, a small mass easily being gripped and held in your trembling hands.

"O-Oh fuck I was-- I was jokin', Husk-- you can put me down!"

"An' risk you passin' out at my bar again? Fat chance..." A comfortable silence falls upon you both, and you can't help but lean into the cradle that Husk created for you. He was warn... exceedingly so. His breathing was slow, even, despite having to heave you around. You were surprised with how strong he was, not taking him to be the burly type. But all the same, it comforted you, and you swore that you heard a very subtle, deep purr as you smoothed your hand across his silken chest fluff.

It wouldn't be long until you've passed out again, head bobbing rhythmically as he brings you to your room. The stoic demon is careful when setting you down and tucking you in, a flash of sincerity crossing his stern features. He can't help the tired chuckle that slips out, leaning down to kiss your forehead again. A hand runs carefully across your crown, smoothing your hair back against your pillow, creating a halo around your sleeping face.

" ...'Night, Buttercup. I'll see you in the mornin'."

[bibbawrites]

In Charge - Charlie Gillespie x Older Reader (PART 2 - SMUT - 18+)

THIS IS PART 2 TO DOES YOUR MOTHER KNOW! READ PART ONE HERE!

Request: hardcore smut with dirty talk for Charlie // thigh riding charlie

Word Count: 1293 words

Summary: spending the night with Charlie goes a little different than you’d imagined

Warnings: dom/sub themes (dom!reader, sub!charlie), praise kink, dirty talk, swearing, kink exploration, s*x (obviously), light bondage, thigh riding 

A/N: not gonna lie this is literally just porn with plot 😂 basically no storyline just smut, and i’m not even sorry about it (i am sorry that its not super long tho, i just didnt feel like i could add anything else?) as i mentioned in the first one, the reader can be any age you want as long as she’s older than 22, i mentioned that she was 30 but it’s up to you also sorry for the super awkward ending, i didnt know how to end it lol 

Tag List: @happinessinthedarkesttimes​ @littlemissaddict @vicesvsvirtuesfanfic @headheartbellarke @lovesanimals​ @bartok-the-bat @juliefromaustralia @multi-universe21 @rangerelik 

You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment that you and Charlie had begun to make your way into your bedroom, just like you couldn’t exactly pinpoint when you had both gotten undressed, Charlie fully and you only left in your lace panties.

All you knew was that somehow you had the boy who had been following you around with puppy eyes for months, laying on your bed, spread out, as naked as the day he was born.

And somehow you were in charge.

You’d never properly explored your desire to dominate someone before, but the way that Charlie was looking up at you with hopeful eyes, basically begging you to make a move, you figured you were about to get a very quick lesson in it.

You looked at the boy on your bed, and he pouted slightly, causing you to grin. 

“Are you sure you want this?” You checked. Charlie nodded eagerly. 

“I’m positive.” He confirmed. 

“Okay.” You nodded, heading over to your wardrobe and grabbing out a silk scarf, spinning around with it in your hands. 

Charlie’s eyes lit up. 

“Yes.” He said quickly. You raised an eyebrow. 

“You don’t even know what I’m gonna do with it.”

“I don’t care. Tie me up, blindfold me, gag me. I’ll be content with anything.” He begged. 

“Jeez.” You muttered under your breath. What were you getting yourself into? “Okay, what would you prefer?” 

Charlie hesitated for a second. 

“Tie me up? Please?” His voice was quiet and you smiled, walking over to the bed and grabbing his wrists. You looped the scarf around his wrists before tying them to the post in the middle of your headboard. 

“Does that feel okay?” You questioned, and he tugged experimentally before nodding. 

Now was the time for the real fun. You lent down to kiss him, hesitating slightly. 

“If you want me to stop at any point, just say...” You trailed off, glancing around your room. Your eyes landed on a painting of a watermelon. You turned back to Charlie. 

“Just say watermelon, okay?” You told him and he nodded. 

“I promise.” He said, before pushing himself up as best as he could to connect your lips with his in yet another heated kiss. 

Your tongue slipped into his mouth and he moaned. Spurred on by his reaction you flung your leg over him and straddled his waist, deepening the kiss when you felt his hard dick pressed against your panties. 

You grinded down onto his dick and Charlie gasped into your mouth. You pulled away slightly, grinning at how fucked he already looked. 

“You like that baby?” You teased. “You want me to do that again?” 

“Please.” He begged, and you repeated your actions before, watching as he threw his head back at the feeling of pleasure. 

“If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.” He warned you. You smirked, grinding into him even harder. 

“Y/N.” He whimpered. You reached out to run a hand through his messy hair. 

“Come on baby, cum for me.” You instructed and he released with a moan, cum coating his stomach. You swiped some up with your finger, before sucking it off as Charlie watched with wide eyes. 

“Hmm you know what I want to do?” You asked, lifting your hips up. You shifted backwards slightly, positioning yourself with his thigh between your legs. 

“I think I’m gonna ride this pretty thigh of yours.” You started to move your hips, your stomach fluttering at the feeling of pleasure caused by the friction and you watched as his dick began to harden again, and you almost grinned at his impressive stamina.  

“I want you to.” Charlie told you, finally finding his voice again and you smiled gently as you continued to grind against his thigh. 

“You’re such a good boy, letting me do what I want.” You complimented. Charlie bit his lip. 

“Anything.” He said, his voice almost a whimper. You raised an eyebrow. 

“Anything?” You repeated and Charlie nodded quickly. 

“Take anything you want, I’m all yours.” He told you. You couldn’t believe this was the same boy who annoyed the shit out of his cast mates, and flirted with you until he was blue in the face, now a whimpering mess underneath you. 

“Such a good boy.” You praised, and he blushed slightly. 

“Y/N.” He whined, and you grinded down into him harder. 

“Yes baby?” You asked. He hesitated. 

“Could you please ride me?” He questioned, his voice small. You lent down and kissed him gently. 

“Have you been a good boy?” You muttered against his lips. He nodded. 

“Yes I promise I have been.” He babbled. You smiled, kissing him again. 

“Then I guess I can reward you by riding you.” You agreed. 

“Thank you.” He said quickly and you kissed his cheek before sitting back up. 

“First things first.” You said, climbing off him to remove your panties. 

“We start the scene in reverse.” He mumbled and you giggled. You pulled open your top drawer, grabbing out a condom. You tore the packet open before turning back to Charlie and grabbing his dick, rolling the condom on. 

Once it was on you climbed back on top of him, kissing him again. 

“You ready?” You asked. He nodded, and you slid onto his dick slowly, making sure not to hurt yourself. 

Once you were fully adjusted you lifted your hips slightly before giving an experimental drop back down onto his dick. 

Charlie moaned, and your stomach fluttered. There was no way you were going to last much longer if he kept making noises like that. 

You lifted up again and slid back down, repeating your actions to set a steady rhythm. He lifted his head slightly and you lent down, sucking a bruise into his neck. 

“So everyone knows tomorrow on set that you’re mine.” You told him, kissing the red skin gently. He whimpered. 

“All yours.” He told you. You connected your lips, moaning into his mouth when you felt him slam his hips up. 

“Do that again.” You demanded, and he obeyed, thrusting his hips up to match your movements. His dick hit your g-spot and you could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching. 

“Right there baby.” You told him. “I’m so close.” 

He thrusted again and you moaned loudly. 

“One more baby, you’re doing so good.” You praised. 

He thrusted again and you felt yourself fall over the edge, cumming as he thrusted up. The feeling of your walls clenching around him was enough to send Charlie over the edge for his second orgasm. 

You rode out your highs together, and then after a long kiss you lifted off him gently. 

You rolled the condom off him, tying it off before tossing it into the bin next to your desk, before you turned your attention back to Charlie. 

Quickly you sat back down onto the bed, untying his hands and placing gentle kisses on his slightly red wrists. 

“Stay here.” You instructed, walking into your bathroom. You quickly went to the toilet, in attempt to avoid getting a UTI, before grabbing a facewasher and soaking it in warm water. 

Entering your room again you approached Charlie, who still hadn’t moved on your bed, and you gently cleaned the cum off his stomach and dick. 

“You okay?” You questioned softly. He nodded. 

“Exhausted.” He admitted. “Come snuggle?” 

You placed the damp facewasher on your desk, before climbing onto your bed next to Charlie. 

“How does a quick nap before dinner sound?” You asked and he nodded sleepily, snuggling into your side. You wrapped your arms around him and pressed a soft kiss to his head. 

“Goodnight Char, sweet dreams.” You whispered, but it was too late. 

He was already fast asleep in your arms. 

[imagineabrighterworld]

Nothin’ On You // Sero x Shy!Reader

A/N: Kinda long! But I owe Sero for taking so long on finishing this! Hope you like it! ^^

The first time you meet is for a school project

In middle school he was the cool guy that got along with pretty much everyone. At first you would hide away, which was easy with a quirk like yours. You would turn translucent and mute according to your mood, so every time you tried to muster up the courage to talk to him when he passed you by in the halls, you would completely disappear. It was a game of chance to see who was paired with who when the fated project came up, but when you were paired with Sero you almost entirely disappeared off of the face of the earth. You begin to wonder if you could escape class without being noticed when he makes his way over and plops down in the seat next to you.

"Name's Hanta Sero, what's yours?"

Your face flushes, body turning translucent for a split second before you take his hand and shake it. "It's..." Your voice fails you. Of course it had to happen now. Your quirk just had to be a two-in-one kind of deal.

Lifting a finger, you scribble your name down on a loose piece of paper and offer it to him.

He looks at the scrap of paper with curiosity. “Cute name.” He looks back to you. “Is that your quirk? The..?” He motions to his body and mouth.

You nod sagely.

He beams. "Nice to meet you."

The tension in your shoulders lessen. Grabbing your textbook and one of your notebooks made for this type of situation, you write down several questions before pointing to the textbook pages.

He reads each message, surprisingly more patient with your quirk than others. Some expected you to push past it or get over your shyness, but he went with it. It made you feel.. valid. Like your quirk wasn't a burden.

“Sounds like we'll be having a few all nighters on this one, Mr. Takeshi expects waaay too much of us if he wants this done in a week.” Sero looks at you curiously. “What do you think? We could do it at one of those 24/7 cafes nearby.”

Feeling yourself relaxing, you realize you've returned to being opaque as you nod in agreement. "Sounds like a plan."

His smile brightens. "Hey, your voice is pretty cute too chica!"

This time you're glad you disappear from sight, hands covering your mouth as he laughs heartily.  

The project was an odd success

After your initial shock and shyness of being paired up with Sero, you both were a rather successful couple when it came to academics. You split the work equally and helped each other when either of you needed it. While he wasn't always the brightest, he always managed to put a smile on your face when you were studying long into the night, when your eyelids grew too heavy and your will to study lessened. When the day of the presentation came and you both took to the front of the class, it was his support that kept you from disappearing out of fright. However, now that it was over, you were surprised he still wanted to hang out with you, even if it wasn't required anymore.

“Oi, chiquita bonita! Over here!” Sero waves to you from across the classroom. He was sitting in his normal spot with his usual clique, and normally you didn't mix with them. They seemed nice, but it was always awkward when you joined him. You felt like they only tolerated you because of him.

Gathering your items, you shuffle out of your desk space and join him, blushing slightly as he scoots his seat to the side to make space for you right next to him. You could feel the burning stares of the girls surrounding him. You held on though, focusing on staying opaque, knowing he would try getting to the bottom of why you were nervous. Oh if only he knew how hated you were by his clique of girls.

“We did pretty good on the presentation didn't we?” He asks while draping an arm across the back of your chair, his body completely at ease. “Even the cabrón was impressed.”

You smack him lightly on the back of his head. You didn't know a lot of spanish, if at all, but you picked up some slang from the boy next to you. “Don't be mean Hanta, he's not all that bad.”

The girls’ hiss at your action, but Sero only laughs and tugs you closer under his arm. “Lo siento cariño. I'm sorry, but it's not my fault he has a stick up there.” He gestures upward with his middle finger.

You knew if you tried speaking, your voice would have fizzled out like a drop of water on a hot stove.

After the project you two were nearly inseparable, everyone knew you and Sero were an item (even if you both didn't see it)

“Dios mio! What did we do to earn this princesa?”

You turn around to the source of the voice, pausing on decorating the stage of the auditorium. It was Sero, you could tell immediately by his voice, but what you didn't understand was the context of his words. What was he talking about?

The confusion must have shown on your face as he moves closer and climbs onto the stage, walking up to you until he was by your side. “You're all dolled up. What's the occasion?” He holds you by the shoulders and peers behind you as well, earning a pinch on his cheek.

“It's the dance this week, remember? But the play is before, so we have to set up so it's all ready for the night. That means dress rehearsals too.” You were a part of the theatre group, an odd choice for someone who disappears when they get stage fright, but you were heavily invested in what you did. It was a passion you indulged.

“Aye, yeah I forgot about that.” Sero rubs his neck and looks at the ground, deep in thought. At least for two minutes. After the two minutes he peeks at you with a mischievous grin. ”Wanna go to the dance with me?”

To your credit, you manage to stay opaque while your heart beats wildly in its cage. “Thats a dumb way of asking me out.” You mutter while sliding down from the stage, nearly cutting yourself on one of the loose planks.

“¡Cuidado!” He holds his arms out, ready to help you down. “I don't want my date to get hurt you know?”

“I can still dance in a cast.” You brush off his concern with a rare smile. Crushes aside, you appreciated his friendship and concern.

“The fuck is this, Romeo and Juliet? Get a room!” A classmate yells from the lighting stage, laughing when you flip them the bird.

Sero joins in the laughter, leaving soon after apologizing to your classmate. Said classmate meets you in front of the stage, arms crossed and looking back and forth between you and the now closed auditorium door.

“So are you guys dating now?”

“No, we're just friends.” You rub your neck, feeling the translucency crawl up your neck. But it couldn't wipe away the smile on your face.

You gravitate towards each other

Stretching your arms in front of you, you twist your body to the right and sigh as you feel a pop. You didn't particularly like gym class but it was nice to get a good stretch.

Looking around at the field in front of you, you wave at the occasional friendly face. You had friends in this class, which made it even more bearable.

"Hola princesa!"

Sero?

Turning around you grin at the familiar face. You run to the fence blocking you in, gripping it as you watch your friend run to you. He holds your hand through the fence, a normal occurance and a habit you've grown fond of.

"What are you doing here?" You question while turning your hand in order to squeeze his, heart fluttering when you see the small tinge of pink on his cheeks.

"Just here to say hi. My next class is in E block." He peers over your shoulder. You were about the same height, somewhere around 5'4, so you relished being able to see him eye to eye (mostly) while it lasted. He grew a bit over the break of your first year. "Playing anything?"

"Volleyball." You shiver. "I'm team captain, but I suck at it." Who would you pick? Would you actually be a good leader? You feel your voice leave you as you begin to rival that of an onion skin, growing more and more invisible.

A small pinch on the back of your hand pulls you back to reality. Sero waggles a finger, tisking at you. "Don't sweat it, you'll do great." He squeezes your hand before backing up, walking backwards as he heads to class. "Just breathe princesa!"

"Got it." You whisper to yourself, waving to him as you watch him enter the building across from you.

Sadly by the end of your second year, he had grown taller, leaving you craning your neck to look at him.

When he entered U.A. you still cheered him on

Graduating middle school was tough when you split off into different schools. You knew you would keep in contact, but it was so much harder to spend time together when you didnt attend the same schools. Still, with each video chat and phone call, with each text, you showered him with all your love and support. He wanted to be a hero, and you were happy to support him with that dream!

You: Saw you on the tv, you were amazing!

Sero: thanks 😙 still lost tho 😅😅😁😁

You: Yeaaah🤔 but you still looked really cool! Still, didn't realize you were strong enough to pull that Todoroki guy that way 🧐

Sero: Im just full of surprises princesa 😘

Sero mentioned you often to his friends

You were mentioned in at least one conversation a day, it didn't matter the context, you just sort of popped up. What could he say, he loved you! You were his go to for support and someone he truly valued. Plus you weren't crazy like his classmates. 

“You keep talking about her but we've never actually seen her.” Mina leans forward on her palm as she sips at her milk tea. “You're not lying about her are you?” She wiggles her eyebrows, eliciting a laugh from Sero. 

“Course she's real.” 

Kirishima lays his head on the table of the booth they were at, looking at Sero with confusion. “Got proof? It’s not manly to lie to your friends bro.” Sure he believed in his friend, but after a year of just hearing about a special girl, it was hard to keep believing without some form of proof. 

Sero holds up a finger as he pulls out his phone. Placing it flat on the table, he pushes the power button and watches his friends faces light up as they view his lock screen. It was a picture of you.

“Woah! Who's the hot chick?” Kaminari asks excitedly as he returns from the bathroom. “Is she single?”

Sero powers off his phone before smacking a piece of tape on his friend’s mouth, surprisingly feeling a twinge of anger at his words. You were his best friend! He had to protect you!

 On the inside he knew his anger was from deeper feelings, but for now it was just from the fact that he may need to defend your innocence from his own schoolmate. You were so shy, he knew Kaminari’s flirting would be too much for you.

“Yeah, no cabrón. She's taken.”

You were there for his graduation

Needless to say, you were at his graduation! It was difficult to find him amidst the crowds of families wanting to take pictures of their children and siblings, and even some heroes wanting to say their goodbyes! You were absolutely bombarded and neigh invisible after overthinking the whole thing, so when you finally found him you were stunned into invisibility when his friends jumped you. 

“Ohmygodohmygodit'sactuallyyouuuuuu!” Mina screams as she pulls you into her, squeezing the life out of you before you can get a breath out. 

The boys were much gentler, but just as excited. Especially Kaminari.

“Hey it’s the hot girl- more like the gone girl, what's happening?” He questions as you disappear from sight, your voice completely AWOL.

Sero smacks his face as he curses his friends out. “Chingues! Give my girl some space hijos de perras!” 

Mina gives you enough space to breathe but holds you much like one would a hostage. For a hero course student, you believed that she would have done very well as a villain. 

“Nope! We get to meet this girl of yours, Tape Boy!” She looks down at you, squinting to try making out where your face would be, unknowingly glaring directly at you. “He talks about you almost nonstop yet you haven't visited us at all, how unfair is that?” Mina grins. 

You come into focus, your voice a mere squeak as you brush some hair out of your face. “A little? I should've visited..” You introduce yourself to his cadre, your name stumbling off your lips. 

“Hot and shy? What a cutie!” Kaminari hugs you from your available side where Mina wasn't holding you in a headlock. 

A whip of tape smacks the blonde and sends him reeling back to Sero who holds him in a similar hold Mina was holding you.

Your friend ruffles Kaminari's hair in a somewhat violent manner, grinning at him with threatening eyes. "Go easy on her cabrón. She's not used to so many people doting on her."

They were doting on you? You tilt your head and look at Mina who was still examining you. "I don't think I deserve to be doted on, that's not what's going on here right?"

"Of course not, but you and I are gonna have some girl time while the boys get us a spot at a restaurant! You're gonna tell us all about how you and Tape Boy here met!" She chirps excitedly, pulling Bakugou in with her free arm as he tries escaping past her.

You feel a drop of sweat as you accept your fate, watching Bakugou attempt to wrangle his way to freedom. "Sure, sounds nice."

Sero made it rather big as a hero, see, he wasn't the strongest hero but he was very popular

He had always been popular, so it made sense to you when his ranking kept going up and up until he was in the high twenties. You knew he was good at what he did, being a source of smiles even in dark times, but it always brightened your day when you heard your coworkers mention him in passing. 

“Have you heard about the hero Cellophane yet?”

“Yeah! I think I saw him around yesterday. He was eating soba with Shoto.” 

You look backwards to see the faces of your junior coworkers. They were in a different department than you, but you enjoyed chatting with them every now and then. Mostly when it came to heroes as you had somewhat of an insiders look. 

Had you forgotten to mention you were friends with Sero- Cellophane? 

You debated whether to tell them over tea one day until you heard their next words.

“He’s kind of hot isn't he?”

... Maybe you would keep the secret to yourself. 

As a hero he makes time to drop into your life, sometimes randomly 

What else was to be said? Really?

A blur flashes by your face, causing you to yelp in shock, stepping back and nearly falling onto the unforgiving pavement. Luckily, said blur created a swing of tape just in time to catch you, pulling you forward and bringing you into his arms. 

“Lo siento mi corazón! I didn't mean to make you fall.”  Sero grins at you, his arm wrapped securely around your waist. He definitely meant to make you fall, you could see the mischief behind his eyes. 

“As if Hanta.” You pinch him on the cheek, a smile coming to your face when he whines. “Look I’m happy to see you but I've got to get to work on time today, no funny business.”

“No funny business?” He repeats after you, rubbing his chin in thought. “Then I guess I’ll have to escort you to make sure you get to work on time.” 

Your eyes widen as you feel his hold grow tighter and more secure as he holds you flush against him. Oh no. “Wait Sero-!” 

And just like that, you were in the air, swinging from building to building with him propelling you both forward. You attempt to scream at him but your voice is lost along the way as you hear the clicking of cameras. 

Oh god they were taking pictures.

“Niña don't worry! We’re almost there!”

 Luckily for you, you were never caught on camera. So your quirk did have some uses. 

The media was sure he had a partner 

The photos really ended up getting him in hot water as every interview he did, the topic of romance was brought up. Fans would notice he would avoid the topic of love, but on his social media he would constantly mention a girl. No one knew who this girl was, but fans and news stations were determined to wring it out of him. 

Once the red light of the on-air button was out, the reporter in front of Sero swiftly covers the mic pinned to her lapel and scoots to the edge of her seat. Sero watches in quiet amusement as the whole station becomes silent. Weird. But he knew why they grew quiet so fast. They wanted information, and if even the news anchor waiting for his time to come up stopped his boisterous laughter, it must've been important. 

“Off the record. Do you have a secret sweetheart stashed away somewhere Cellophane?”

Oh. This again. 

He stretches his arms in front of him as he runs through his normal excuses and dodges for this question. All still viable and working, but.. Maybe he could give a little hint. The media was on his ass about this after those photos were taken of him and his girl, so it was only right to clear the air right?

“Turn on the cameras. I’ll give this to you.”

You were crushed when he admitted he did have a sweetheart (of sorts) and even more so when the media suspected it to be the Stealth Hero: Invisible Girl

The media did end up getting a bit of info out of him  and when you heard about this special girl your heart couldn't help but crack under the thought of him distancing himself from you to be with her. You treasured your friendship with him, romantic or not, you didn't want it to end. Because of this fear, you are the one who starts to close yourself off.

“Chiquita, what's wrong?” Sero follows you as you make your way to the kitchen, a bowl of chocolate coated pretzels in your arms. “Are you sick? I can stop by the pharmacy for you.”

“N-No, its okay. I'm not sick..” You back up when you see his arm stretched outward, flinching when the back of his hand meets your forehead. 

He hums. “No fever.” 

You push past him, abandoning the bowl of chocolatey treats on the counter. You felt yourself becoming frustrated. Not with him, but with yourself. His opinion meant the world to you- he was your best friend! And you were letting this relationship of his get to you. How petty could you be? He did nothing wrong. In fact, you should be happy for him, finally dating his high school sweetheart.

But the thought of him dating Invisible Girl- the irony of him dating an invisible girl- was just too much for your heart to take at the moment. 

You had no way to take out this frustration. So it was reflected onto him. 

“Cariño-”

“Please!” You slam your hands on the counter, voice fading in and out as you hide your face in the collar of your turtleneck. “Please.. Just go.”

The apartment was quiet, filled with only your ragged breathing as you hold in your rampant emotions. When he leaves with a silent goodbye, you're unsure if the breaking sound surrounding you is just in your head or if something truly reached into you and tore your heart to pieces. 

He makes it very clear who that sweetheart is

Finally, he announces just who captured his heart. It was live on a jumbo screen, playing as you were out getting “groceries” for the nights dinner. 

The hollow feeling in your chest wasn't easing, and it definitely wasn't made any better when you saw the Stealth Hero on the television next to her team. Though your calves were certainly doing better with how much speed walking you would do when you passed by convenience stores with tabloids lining their windows, photos of Sero and Invisible Girl on the front. 

Work went by dreadfully slow, and lunch went by just as uneventfully as usual. You ignored the chatter of your coworkers, uninterested in what they had to say. 

After the report came out, no one was talking about the top heroes anymore. They all were focused on the potential lovers and what other secret admiring the heroes had in their ranks. If other heroes were hiding their own affairs. If the popular Cellophane could hide his romance, maybe someone like Deku or Shoto could be too. 

“We’re going out for drinks later, want to come with?” Your junior asks as she slings her purse strap over her shoulder. “Jin is paying~”

You respond with a polite smile. “No thanks. I’m going straight home.”

- - -

Going straight home was the plan, but in the end you had to make a quick trip to the nearest grocery store for dinner. Something quick, as you didn't have the energy to make something complicated. 

Which meant you ended up buying only instant ramen.

It was on your way back, crossing a busy sector when the sound of your friend on the jumbo screen caught your attention. 

“She's my corazón. Mi vida.” 

You look up at the screen, stopping in your tracks.

Sero was blushing, a shy smile on his face, but his eyes were lit up with joy. You heart pulses rapidly in your chest, a blush creeping up your cheeks. You had never seen him so flustered, it was always the other way around. 

“I’ve loved her since middle school. I never wanted to drag her into this, so I never confirmed her name- but its not Invisible Girl!” He amends quickly, looking at the reporter with a knowing look. He wags his finger, his infamous cocky smile replacing the twitterpated look from earlier. 

“Sure, she has a similar quirk, which is how those photos came to be.” He leans back in his chair. 

“You want to know her name right? I guess it wouldn't hurt to say. I’ve kept it hidden for so long, but here it is.”

And then he said it.

He said your name.

Looking directly at the screen, he smiles gently, eyes full of the warmth you've been craving ever since you were paired for that project years ago. 

“Ella es mi tesoro. She is my treasure.”

Extra: 

Racing home, you're not surprised when you find the lights on in your apartment. In fact, it only spurs you forward. 

Yanking open the unlocked door, you drop your groceries and launch yourself into Sero’s arms as he held them open for a hug. 

He was sweaty from rushing from the news station to your apartment, but neither of you were concerned about it as you laugh. You laugh at the tape still clinging to his clothes, you laugh at the ramen spilling out of your grocery bags, you laugh at your tears.

You laugh at how long it took for you both to finally admit how much you loved each other.

“Mi corazón.” He pulls back from the hug and cups your cheek, looking at you with love softened eyes. “I love you.”

Tears brim your eyes. 

You speak in the clearest voice you've ever spoken in. Skin bright and flushed pink. 

“I love you too.”

[brelione]

Feild Trip with a Rich Bitch (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Part Two

Mentions of drugs,Rafe being a bitch,swearing and blow torches :)

Also,Goddess Part Three will be up by Friday afternoon.If you would like to be tagged please let me know :)

He had always hated Pogues.Then he met you.

You worked at a car repair shop in The Cut.He had come in on his bike,well,he had walked the broken piece of shit to the shop.You were the only one working that day.He couldnt help but think you looked adorable with your long sleeve yellow shirt under dark blue overalls,a backwards red hat and at least six silver chains draped across your neck.You had been extremely focused,sitting indian style as you smoothed a weird bump on a car with a nail file. “So are you gonna stare at me or are you gonna tell me what youre doing here,pretty boy?”You asked,not taking your attention off the task at hand.He blinked,surprised by your carefree yet assertive tone. “Uhh...somethings wrong with my bike.”He mumbled,attempting to smooth out his hair.You let out a small laugh as you dragged a paint brush along the smooth metal,fixing the messy spot. “No shit.What’d you do to it?”You asked,spreading more paint across the metal.His face turned red as he glanced around the shop.

There were paintings across the walls,multiple tool boxes and a wall of paint swatches.There were six other cars parked,some of them with large dents,holes or scratches. “I drove it into a tree.”He mumbled.You nodded. “Magnificent job,pretty boy.How are you gonna have a bike as expensive as that one then drive it into a tree?”You asked.He just shrugged,hands in his pockets.You put your paintbrush down into a cup of water,pulling out a blowtorch from seemingly nowhere.The flame hovered above the paint,drying and hardening it.Once you were satisfied with the paint job you stood up,brushing off your pants.You still had the blowtorch in your hand,the potential weapon swinging next to your thigh as you walked towards Rafe. “You gotta put the kickstand down,pretty boy.”You reminded him,gesturing to the bike.He nodded. “Right.”He nodded,putting the kickstand down and turning the handlebars so it would lean on the metal rod.One of the tires seemed blown out,a straight hole through the seat and multiple scratches across the metal.He watched as you looked over it.

You pulled at one of your chains. “So are you going to tell me what actually happened?”You asked,crossing your arms over your chest.That caused him to look down at your chest and the bleach stains across the front of your overalls.You snapped your fingers to get his attention back to your eyes.He cleared his throat,looking back up at you. “So how much for the repairs?”He asked.You smirked. “Well...i’d say $150 but you’re an asshole so thats an additional $15 and you’re also ruining my day so that would be another $15.”You twirled one of your chains,looking into his blue eyes.He bit his tongue,glancing between you and his bike. “And whats the fee for you not to tell anyone youre keeping my bike here?”He asked.You ran the tip of your tongue along your teeth with a devil like smile.God,this boy had never been in this kind of situation before.You werent even gonna tell anyone in the first place.You could probably charge him hundreds of dollars for all the things he’s done and he wouldnt be able to do anything about it.You were the best repair woman on the island and anyone else would go straight to his dad.It was 11 in the morning.You had pulled an all nighter for the third time that week and you hadnt eaten yet.Plus,if you sent Rafe to the store he could buy the expensive shit.

 “Theres a store three blocks away.Youre gonna go there and buy everything on the list and youre not gonna question it.”You told him.His eyebrows furrowed as he watched you take a notepad out of your pocket along with a pen,jotting things down.You tore the paper off,folding it and handing it to him.He took it,frowning and confused. “Hurry up.”You told him.He nodded,no words or sounds escaping his lips as he left the garage and made his way down the street.He knew what store you were talking about,the one with the sleeping cat outside.It was awfully quiet as he walked.Most of the time all the exciting things happened at night,not 11 in the morning.Either that or all the pogues were hiding from him,his gelled hair and his ugly ass khakis.He unfolded the piece of paper,reading it.Three large lemons,two large monster energy drinks,a bag of doritos and a pack of gum.It was a strange request but he wasnt supposed to question it.He had kept his head down at the store,grabbing three of the largest lemons he saw,two random monster energy drinks,the doritos and three packs of gum.

He didnt know what kind of gum you liked but you probably had to like one of the three,right?When he got back you were using your blowtorch on a part of the bike you had painted. “Put the bag on the work table and touch nothing.”You spoke loudly,confidently.He found your confidence unbelievably attractive.He never let anyone boss him around like this but ther was just something about you.You held some sort of power over other pogues,he could tell that much by the few boneyard parties he’d gone too.The others were attracted to you,some of them held their breath as you walked by,others just kept their distance.He didnt know where such nice chains had come from.They looked like they had weight,indicating that they were real.He had carefully walked over to your work table,seeing multiple small jars of paint,brushes,metal sheets,files,nails,screws and your cell phone.It was a pretty old model.He set the bag down on an empty spot,watching as a notification came across your phone.Eighteen days sober!Log this milestone.He frowned.Sober from what?

He shook it off,walking back around to where you were with his bike. “I was worried that you’d set my bike on fire or something.”He spoke quietly,trying to make conversation.You glared up at him,eyebrows casting shadows over your irises. “What?Cause im a dirty pogue?”You asked.He shook his head frantically. “Thats not what I meant I-”He began to explain himself but you cut him off. “So because im fixing your bike im different?”You asked.He sighed. “I just meant because of the blowtorch-Im sorry.”He mumbled.You stood up,blowtorch in hand. “Know your place,rich bitch.Your bike will be done by three,save yourself the embarrassment and go home to your mansion.”Your voice was dripping in venom,eyes narrowing.He gulped. “I cant go back home without my bike,my dad will kill me.”He mumbled,looking down at you.You smirked. “Good.”You replied before kneeling down again by the bike,getting back to work. “God,could you stop staring at me?Go sit somewhere or sue a tree or some shit.”You huffed.He almost tripped over his own feet,finding a chair and sitting down.He tapped his food on the ground anxiously. “So um...how long have you been fixing cars?”He asked.

You slammed the blow torch down on the concrete. “Could you shut the fuck up?Please?”You asked.He bit his lip. “I dont like the silence.”He replied. “And I dont like loud noises.”You answered. “What are you sober from?”He asked.You sat there for a moment,eyes locked on the ground.You slowly stood up,walking towards him. “You went on my phone?”You asked.His mouth went dry and he was lost for words. “Rafe.”You snarled.He looked back up at you,beads of sweat collecting at his hairline. “I-the notification-I just saw it and I just-God,im sorry (Y/N).”He sighed,looking away from you.Your hand reached up,gripping his jaw and making him look at you. “Didnt I tell you to shut the fuck up?”You asked.He looked away from you,only looking back when your grip tightened. “Yeah.”He muttered. “And you’re gonna be good and shut that pretty mouth of yours,right?”You asked,squeezing harder on his flesh.He hummed. 

“Good.”You mumbled,taking your hand away and getting back to work.You could feel him staring at you,the way your fingers moved as you grabbed your tools.He understood now.He understood the pogues’ fear and admiration of you.He felt like one of them,caught up in your beauty and the way you carried yourself while simultaneously being slightly afraid of you.You walked past him,grabbing one of the monsters.You grabbed a knife from the table.He watched as you cut open the bottom of the energy drink and shot gunned it,wiping your mouth when you were done.You grabbed a lemon from the bag,cutting an end of it off.You pulled a container of a white powder,opening it and coating the lemon slice in it. “Dont stare at me like that.Its salt,nothing you can snort.”You grumbled,taking the slice out and placing it in your mouth.Your eyes didnt squint and your eyebrows didnt furrow at the taste. “You...you eat lemons in salt?”He asked.You pulled the lemon slice from your teeth,biting the salt coated fruit as it left your mouth. 

“I do.”You replied. “It helps with cravings.”You finished your thought,going to fix the bike seat.Rafe had sat on his phone until one in the afternoon when he heard someone come in. “You havent answered your phone,thought you were dead or something.”A deep voice said.Rafe heard you giggle. “Only on the inside,sunshine.I’m busy with work right now,tell the others ill be around by seven.”He heard the tone of your voice.Friendly,happy and almost excited. “Alright.Did you eat today?”The voice asked. “I had a lemon slice,ive got some doritos so dont worry too much.I’ll see you later.”You had told your friend. “Alright,sounds like a plan.”THe boys voice said before leaving.Rafe watched as you rolled a tire inside,replacing the one he had destroyed.Once you had replaced it you went back to the bag of goodies,cutting open the other monster.You chugged it,sighing as you stared up at the ceiling. “Why do you hate me so much?”Rafe asked suddenly.A smile tugged at your lips.

 “You beat up two of my boys,you come around starting shit and blaming it on us,you think youre just so fucking amazing when youre really just a bitch,you ran over my fucking mailbox,you drink and drive,you gave another one of my boys a fucking concussion and a scar and you wonder why I hate you?”You ranted,fists clenching.He just sat there,hands gripping the arms of the chair. “You just fuck things up.”You sighed.He licked his lips. “You sound like my dad.”He mumbled.You laughed. “Oh dont get me started on your dad.That bitch ruined my life.”You sighed,grabbing another lemon slice.He raised his eyebrows. “What?How?”He asked.You just giggled to yourself. “You really have no idea what your father has done to my family?No idea at all?”You asked.He shook his head.You just laughed again,the sound filling the air.It wasnt like the way you had giggled with your friend.It was empty and sarcastic,hiding anger that was building up inside of you. “You wanna go for a field trip,Rafe Cameron?”You asked.

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Ok I’ll spar you guys the million screenshots!

RAE IS MAKING A MINI STORY ON THIS! Cause just cause i was bored doesn’t mean you guys have to be ill post the picture of the summary at the end

TW: death stuff, this is Danganronpa simulation by the way

Chapter 1:

The motive was freedom, the first blackened, if they can get away, they’ll be able to walk away, into the outside world. Of course, all you got to do is kill and be free, easy right?

It didn’t take long for Coleman to go mad. Just kill one person and he can leave right? Sam was alone, he can went off the explore the area they were stuck in.

It was too easy. Too easy. All it took was one clean hit to the temple, and Sam was dead. He did it. He could leave now? Right?

A body has been discovered. 

Clark screamed, seeing his brother dead on the ground. Makoto wrapped his arms around Clark tightly, he didn’t expect a murder so soon. Coleman just looked at them and laughed. He could le-

No one ever said anything about a trail. The trail...how could Coleman even defend himself? Clark and Makoto saw him over Sam’s body. It didn’t take long for the votes to be casted, as Coleman was dragged out of the room to his doomed faith.

Chapter 2:

The motive was revenge. There were a few people here who had bad blood against each other.

Liu’s eye flickered to Dorothy, that woman, costs him many things. His plan was simple, such a poor weak looking woman would not stand a chance against him.

His kill would be brutal, he wanted her to pay.

Late that night, Liu walked quietly up behind Dorothy, who was alone in the rec room. Her headphones blocked out any noises. Just as he raised the knife to kill, a body tackled him.

Shi Won Kim. The two wrestle for the knife. Dorothy took over her headphones and spun around alarm to see them fighting.

“DOROTHY!! RUN!” Was the last words like left Shi Won’s mouth when a knife was plunged through her heart.

Dorothy let out a heartbroken scream. Watching as Liu continued to stab at Won’s body. Even though Dorothy wasn’t his kill, this woman under him also screwed him over.

Dorothy darted out the room screaming still, her screams carrying down the hall to the others.

A body has been discovered

The trail was quick, Dorothy was still sobbing. It should have been her. It should have been her. Liu cursed Dorothy out as he was dragged away to his await punishment.

Chapter 3:

The motive was obsession. It was no surprise Ishigami had some admiration obsession with Akemi. It was no surprise Akemi had the obsession of keeping Makoto as her own. Despite knowing he was against her, Akemi still, chose to give Makoto her full attention.

Akemi spent whatever time she could with Makoto. Makoto would only go with her cause he knew she would not back down until he said yes.

Over the pass few days, they actually grew sort of close. Oz hated it. Seeing the way that woman laid her hands on his son. The way she called him son, telling him to call her mom. It hurt to see that Makoto did prefer Akemi over him.

Akemi could see the way Oz would look at them. She won’t have it. She won’t have this man take her son. Ishigami, would do anything for Akemi. Anything. She told him to prove his loyalty. Kill Oz.

Need say more? Ishigami followed Oz until he saw the perfect moment. The training room, Ishigami used a cord from the rec room, and choked Oz out. He watch in pleasure as Oz’s face turned blue. The last sight Ishigami saw was Oz’s body going limp, before a forced behind him broke his neck.

Two bodies have been discovered

The trail, Makoto couldn’t help but cry, he had regret. He didnt think Oz would be a victim of this game. Sure Makoto held a grudge against him, but seeing another parent dead, Oz actually being dead, it hurt. Akemi was in the hotbox. It wasn’t a secret she wanted Makoto to herself

Akemi admitted she did ask for Oz to be killed, but Ishigami she didn’t know.

Everyone stood conflicted, couldn’t they even trust this woman? She just admitted she asked for Oz to be killed. Abby sighed heavily and raised her arms up.

“It was me...”

Abby thought she could have saved Oz in time, she figured it was worth dying if she could save him. But she failed.

Makoto broke down more, not Abby.

Abby walked towards the three other members of Team Confidence. Laurent, Cynthia, and Makoto. The four of them shared a tight hug, the three of them holding Abby tightly and close. It didn’t take long for the tears to start pouring, from all four of them. Abby started to sobbed, hugging the three tighter

“Thank you....for making my life worth living..”

Abby walked willing to her execution, waving a sad goodbye to her family. (Hello I’m crying now )

Chapter 4:

The motive was lovers sickness. Being so close together for a long time sparks love between a few people.

Dorothy still heartbroken over Shi Won, Laurent dreaded over Abby’s execution. The two pervious lovers, started to lean on each other for comfort.

Clark tried his best to comfort Makoto. He hated seeing the man spending his days looking like a shell of a person.

Clark made it his mission to take care of Makoto. And to as far as starting to sleep in Makoto’s room at night. It didn’t take long, Clark..loved him. He loved Makoto. He loved him so so so so so much. His Makoto.

Over the pass few days, Makoto being to become himself again. He knew Abby and Oz would want him to keep fighting. He was going to survive for them.

Makoto went to go see how Laurent was holding up. During his time with Dorothy, Laurent learned the feeling he had for her were long gone. However, Dorothy had started falling for the Belgian man during their time together. Laurent smiled as Makoto walked up to him.

The two men hugged each other, both taking a deep breathe. Losing Abby hurt, but they will get out of this for her. Makoto melted into Laurent’s arms, as Laurent held him close. It wasn’t much, just a peck of the head. Laurent pressed his lips against Makoto’s forehead, feeling the small man melt even more into his arms

Clark felt his blood boil from a distance. How. Dare. He. Try. To. Take. His. Makoto?

That night, Laurent was heading to Dorothy’s room to talk to her about how he felt towards her. As he open the door he was me at by a horrible sight.

Dorothy’s body swung back and forth, strung up by her neck on the ceiling fan. Blood dripping from her mouth, the room was trashed like there was a struggle.

Laurent fell to his knees shaking. Not Dorothy too..

Clark busted out of the bathroom holding a bat.

Laurent and Dorothy hung side by side. Clark smiled at his work, leaving a note on the nightstand. Lovers suicide, surely everyone would believe it.

Two bodies have been discovered

Clark held Makoto during the trail. It was a suicide what are they suppose to do?

“Suicide?” Casano shook his head “its more like a homicide”

Salazar nodded in an agreement. The two men had been in a messy business long enough to know when someone was covering up a murder with a suicide. So they did have a killer. But who?

Clark couldn’t contain his laughter. Oh. He had fail. How...interesting.

“YOU COULDNT JUST LET IT HAPPEN HUH?!” Clark snapped at the two men.

Makoto’s eyes widen as he pulled himself away from Clark. “Clark-“

“What? Oh baby..” Clark smiled at him sweetly “don’t be so scared, I did it for you. For us! Don’t you get it?! Laurent was in the way of us! And I couldn’t risk his little girlfriend seeing me killing him! So I took care of her first!!”

Makoto stared into horror. This...wasn’t the Clark he knew.

Clark was dragged away to his punishment, he kept yelling for Makoto.

“Baby! I did it for you!! Please! Come on! Baby! ANSWER ME!!!”

Makoto ran to Cynthia’s arms for comfort. The redhead covered his ears to block out Clark’s yells.

Clark died with a sickness, but they never knew what that sickness was.

Chapter 5

There was no motive involve this time. Sometimes a killing really is an accident.

Cynthia and Yao were auguring by a flight of stairs. It was getting heated. Kudo overheard and went to investigate. He tried to make himself the medium. He knew he had to calm them down, cause to things got messy, Cynthia didn’t stand a chance against Yao.

The fighting got worst, as Yao got in her face, Cynthia scratched his face with her nails. The man screamed in pain and walked backwards holding his face. Before he was warned, he felt his foot fall.

The big man fell down the stairs. Now a fall down the stairs can’t kill you, unless you land on your neck just right. That was the case for Yao. The man laid at the bottom of the long flight, with a broken neck.

Cynthia started shaking. She killed him. She killed him. And now. Oh god. She’s next.

Kudo tried to calm her down. Maybe they Can reason, it was an accident! She didn’t mean too. Kudo grabbed her by her hands and lead her to the kitchen. Some tea would calm her down.

Two bodies had been discovered.

Makoto felt sick during the trail. They had found both Yao at the bottom of the stairs and Cynthia in the kitchen dead. Thomas was quiet the whole time, staring at the ground.

Just as they began the discussion, Kudo confessed.

“I’m sorry...”

Kudo explained, he knew Cynthia would have faced a horrible death. He knew she was scared. He knew there was no way around it. He wanted to lead her out of this world in peace. A poison of the tea, nothing painful. She fell sleepily and that was that. She went out in peace.

Makoto wanted to be angry, but at the same time...Kudo was taking Cynthia’s place in a horrible death.

Kudo smiled cheerily as he was lead out to his doom.

Chapter 6

It was a homestretch, the motive was given to one person, and it was self driven. It was looking they were going to make it out of here. Right?

Thomas couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn���t take it anymore. He couldn’t. He didn’t want to be alive anymore. He thought he could make it out of here, but after seeing Cynthia dead...something pushed him over the edge.

The next few days, Thomas begged someone to kill him. He wanted to die, he couldn’t go through with suicide, so he needed someone to kill him. Salazar tried to smack the man straight

“Would Cynthia want to see you like this.? She want you to live”

“Cynthia........please...just...I want to see her again”

Thomas’ wish was granted.

A body has been discovered

Thomas laid bleeding on the ground. His head was broken open, a bloody bat next to him.

The trail was tense. There was so little people.

Makoto looked around and scanned the faces. Everyone suspected everyone.

“I’m sorry....”

Makoto bowed “I just granted him his wish...does that really make me a horrible killer..?”

Akemi screamed, no no no no, not her son. Not him. Not him. Not him.

Salazar looked at the young man..disappointed.

Casano huffed and shook his head “a killer is a killer..but...I guess some killing can be just”

Makoto stood up “I....I’m sorry...I...” he looked up “just want to see everyone again...” a sad smile spread across his face. “When you guys get out of here...make sure a sick game like this never happens again..”

A motive was the chance to see everyone again...but there was a price.

Makoto slowly walked to his death. Akemi tried to run after him, but was held back by Salazar.

When Makoto took his last breath, a door the three had never seen opened.

It was over......but why did they be the ones to survive?

Why couldn’t...at least Makoto survived?

[lo-55]

Revel Ch. 8

Rancorous Relationships                   

 This was the part that Tori was not looking forward to.

 The sun was warm on her back, heating the thin blue cloth of her short sleeved shirt and warming her black pants, so thick they looked like a skirt. Even for fighting she was dressed to draw the eye, to look the lady with a thin rapier in hand and her hair piled high and tight.

 Gemma, ever the rebel, stood before her in plain fatigues. There was a broad sword in her hand, contrary to the thin rapier that rested familiarly in Tori’s. She hadn’t held it since before the wedding. She could already feel the familiar grip, the way it pulled at her delicate skin.

 She had only a few minutes to win.

 They stood in the courtyard, with only a small audience. Tori was thankful that he husband and Brulee weren’t a part of it. She didn’t want them to see this sight.

 Gemma made the first move. She always did. The long tip of the halbird lashed out, sweeping by Tori’s head as she stepped to the side. She was light on her feet, graceful and quickly, and she managed to doge Gemma’s attacks for a time.

 The younger princess chased her across the yard, cornering her until she was forced to block and parry. Gemma had her on the ropes from the start, forcing her around the yard until she had to fight back. She swung her sword, twisting out of the way of another sweep of Gemma’s. She thrust, getting within inches of stabbing Gemma in the stomach before she was forced backwards again by a shining streak of metal. Their weapons may have been dulled for the practice yard, but to be hit would still hurt.

 Tori knew well from her own experience.

 Gemma was stronger than her. Her hits were harder, leaving Tori’s hands tingling with each block.

 Tori spun to the side, avoiding when Gemma brought the flat end of her spear up to smack Tori in the chin. She kept many of the same tactics. Some things never changed.

 Tori felt like she managed to keep up for longer than usual. Something in her spurned her on, and even when her palms started to burn with the friction of sword play she stayed true, arching out of the way and slice in at Gemma’s powerful defence.

 Gemma was stronger of the pair. She was stronger of the all the Imperian royal family, and all of the military too. She hadn’t gotten where she was on nepotism. Her sister was a vaunted warrior, and when she attacked it was hard enough to make Tori’s ears ring.

 Rapiers were no good for real blocking. The blades were small and thin and against something like a broadsword they’d just as likely be damaged as hold steady. So Tori coudln’t really block. She could deflect, change the rate of momentum and the angles into something that suited her better.

 In the end, the whole world was angles, force, acceleration, friction, inertia. Math.

 She could see it in her mind’s eye. The curves of the blade, the speed they moved at, the angles she needed to work with and move around and alter for herself.

 She could see the way Gemma set her feet, moved on her heels, lifted to her toes. She could see how close her elbows were to her ribs, how her shoulders bunched and curved.

 She could see where Gemma was going to strike.

 Tori was startled by a strang, foreign fire in her ribs. It burned through them, etching unto the bones her will.

 She pushed back.

 Gemma was forced to take a step or risk being cut above her eye. They flashed, darker than Tori’s own. Tori had never put up much of a fight. She didn’t see a reason to. Let Gemma be the general, the warrior, the fatale one. Tori was pretty, just pretty, and that was enough.

 The ache in her ribs disagreed.

 Tori ducked a sweep of a spear, dropping down to kick Gemma in the foot in the talus. Her sister stumbled, tried to stab down where Tori had been and knock her aside but for one Tori twisted away, was up before she could be struck, and thrust the dull point under Gemma’s arm.

 It pricked her shirt, where the seams kept the sleeves. If Tori had really been trying to kill her it would have pierced through her arm pit, and Gemma would have died.

 Instead, Gemma lunged backwards, bringing her spear between them to knock Tori’s long blade away, and that was the final push to end the fight.

 Blood dripped from Tori’s rapier.

 She lifted her left hand, above her head, and announced, “I give up.”

 Gemma was staring at her like she was some alien life form, while her handmaids converged on her like a tidal wave. Aelia took away her sword to be cleaned and set aside while Daria and Flora took hold of her hand. Madelle stood back at the edge, making four of her six handmaidens. There was a strange look in her pretty blue eyes. She, too, watched Tori as thought she was something new and interesting.

 Tori’s skin crawled and she felt sick with the attention.

 Daria prodded her sword hand, bleeding now with broken blisters and missing skin. It would heal within the week, and there wouldn’t be any scars to show that she had been injured in the first place. She knew this, they all did. It was not the first time it had happened.

 It always happened. She had to end fights fast or the friction would rip her skin from her muscles, destroy the precious fascia that held her body together.

 Tori let herself be escorted away, back inside. The fire in her ribs ebbed away until it was but an ember left and Tori had to wonder, what had come over her?

 The night was dark, but it held no terrors for her.

 The darkness hung around her like a cloak, familiar. Warm, was not a word she normally used to describe the night, but with a massive body sharing the bed with her it felt apt now. Tori soaked in the heat for a long time, awakened by the panging in her injured hand. She didn’t want to wake Katakuri. He’d been so on edge ever since they’d come to her home. He’d been on edge since their wedding night.

 Tori wished she could set him at ease, but she didnt know how.

 She wanted to tell him that he didn;t need to hide so much from her. She already knew . Buth that involved too much exposition for her to say. She wasn’t willing to tell all that she knew. She wanted to unwind his scarf and see his face and-

 And what?

 Tori let out a soft breath.

 She sounded like a child. Wishes and wants, she was so spoiled.

 There was an ache in her heart. She had wished, quietly, privately, and so very desperately for something out of this match. Something she had never had, and never would here.

 The silly wishes of a child when she was a woman grown.

 Tori held many secrets. She held the secrets of her mind, she held the secrets of her soul, and she held the secret of her heart, too.

 Her hand ached.

 Tori sat up in the darkness. She didn’t light a lamp, staying true to her promise. She did slid out of the bed quietly onto the floor, barefoot and quiet. Her night gown hung around her in a shapeless mass and she moved across the floor like a phantom. She fumbled with the doorknob only a moment before slipping into the next room.

 Attached to her royal apartments were three rooms. A dressing room, a bathroom, and her closet. It was the dressing room that she entered.

 Only when she was securely inside did she light a lamp. Madelle lept the first aid kit elsewhere, but Tori didn’t need the whole thing. She only needed what she knew to be in her go bag.

 She, her sister and her brother had always been raised to be ready to leave if need be. They had hidden passages and mapped escape routes, and all of them had bags ready to go. Bags with money, food, water, plain clothes, and medicine. It was from this that Tori took a small jar and new strips of bandages.

 Her dressing room, for some reason, had a window and a window box that let in scattered moonlight when she drew back the curtains.

 This high up, she could only barely see the sea, black in the night in the distance. More than that she could see the greenery of her home, the late nearby, and the rest of the palace spread about.

 The sight is familiar but the darkness warps everything, shadows cloaking the world around her.

 Tori looks up when something moves to her side. Out of the other room comes the towering form of Katakuri. There was a light on behind him that cast long shadows across his face. Tori repressed a grimace. She’d been trying to ensure that he stayed asleep. And she had failed.

 Katakuri looked her over, his eyes stopping on her hand. They shot upwards.

 “You’re injured,” he said. She swore she could hear a frown. Katakuri had gotten his scarf wrapped around his face but it was low, low enough that she could see more of his scars than normal. She said nothing about it.

 “It’s nothing,” she shook her head. She had done it so many times in her life, she knew how to take care of burst blisters. This was just a side effect of her ‘blessing’ or whatever one might call it.

 Katakuri can to her side. He knelt down until he was level with her and she saw his hands move towards her before they aborted the mission. His eyes flickered to her face. Tori felt a smile cross her lips, unbound by falcities. It felt so strange, not to have her face hidden behind make up or her hair pinned elaborately. Liberating, perhaps.

 She offered him her injured hand.

 He took it, carefully, peeling away the old bandages with practice that told her that she was not the only person here with practice patching wounds. They fell to the floor, revealing the damage beneath. Fluid leaked out from where the skin had torn away and gaped now. Tori knew, consciously, that the best way to heal blisters was to push the skin back down and leave it there, even after they had opened. But she had never grown out of the childish habit of ripping the skin right off. It’s not like it would scar, and infections were easy to combat. But, from the furrow in Katakuri’s brows and the twist in his cheeks, it was likely he agreed with Madelle’s futile scoldings that she needed to cut it out.

 “What happened?” he asked. Tori felt her cheeks heat. Katakuri was a vaunted warrior. She didn’t want to tell him she had lost a fight so pitifully to her younger sister.

 “They’re just friction blisters. They will heal,” she assured. It felt nice, to have his hand encompassing hers.

 “You didn’t tell me you were hurt.” He didn’t sound annoyed. Something else. She didn’t know what to call it. She looked at their hands instead of his deep eyes. His were so much larger than her, calloused and hardened from work. Scars crossed silver across palms and fingers.

 “It’s barely anything,” she assured. Her smile grew with his concern. It felt… nice. “ I was just changing the bandages. I didn’t want to wake you,” she told him quietly.

 Without asking her Katakuri reached for the small jar of antibiotics. Tori watched him spread it across her palm and carefully replaced the bandages he had removed.  

 His quiet voice surprised her.

 “You can tell me things. You know.”

 She didn’t know. But it made her feel strangely light to be told. When her hand was wrapped she turned it over to grasp a hold of his, smiling up at him.

 “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. We should go back to bed, don’t you think?” she stood, still holding his hand.

 “Victoria,” it was the first time she had ever heard his name pass from his mouth. It hummed beneath her skin, echoing around them in the small space. She squeezed his hands.

 “Tori,” she said quietly. “You can call me Tori.”

 He nodded, slowly, and the pair of them went back to bed. Tori shut out the lights and waited for Katakuri to finish taking his scarf back off. When he laid down, she sunk into the bed next to him and took his hand once more under the blankets. He stiffened at first before relaxing again under her soft touch.

 “You know,” she began, quietly. “You don’t have to hide your face from me, if you don’t want to.”

 She was pleased when he did not tense up once more or try to leave. Nonetheless he shook his head, no more than a vague movement in the darkness and the hush of his cheeks on the pillow.Tori didn’t press the issue. It would come, in time.

 She closed her eyes and let sleep wash over her, hand in hand with her husband.

[inanimate-insanity-headcanons]

Here is the fanfic of nickel singing with a side of bickel

crow submitted:

 The show has ended a couple years ago, and everyone was enjoying themselves.

   Suitcase won, to manys suprise. After a while though, everyone though that she deserved it. She didnt even keep it; She gave it to Oj for him to use to run the hotel.

   How sweet of her.

   Everyone is talking and interacting with eachother. Nickel is talking with Baseball while sitting on the couch. Suitcase and Balloon are enjoying their time together, Yin-Yang is fighting. Everything is as normal as it gets here.

   Until theres a knock on the door.

   Some people turn to the door, mixed emotions all through the people who heard the knock.

   “Hey, Nickel? Can you get the door please?” Soap asks.

   “Alright” Nickel responds, sliding off of the settee and walking to the door. While doing that, another set of thunks come from the door.

   He grips the doorknob and twists quickly, but before he could pull the door open it slams into Nickels body, full force, and sends him backwards. Knife catches him before he can hit the ground, though.

   “Mephone what the Fuck?!” Knife yells as Nickel holds his head and groans in pain.

   Once Knife knows Nickel regained his bearings and isnt in pain anymore, he props Nickel back onto his feet. Nickel thanks Knife, who rubs his upper back slightly with a tiny smile.

   Nickel looks at the door to see Mephone in all his not really wanted glory.   A chorus of annoyed voices rupture from the past contestants as Nickel wanders, and sometimes stumble, back to Baseball, who gently holds his face is his hand and asks if Nickels alright.

   “im fine” Nickel mutters as Baseball lets out a relaxed but slightly concerned sigh.

   They both turn back to face Mephone as he nonchalantly basks in everyones annoyance.

   “alright alright i know i know… Be QUIET!-” Mephone yells while snapping his fingers, silencing everyone “-One question at a time please”. There is a cheeky smile on his face.

   “What are you doing here?” Soap questions, walking to Mephone. Mephones smile became more smug and nonchalant.

   “Well, i know how much you guys missed being in Inanimate insanity-” Mephone started.

   “No we didnt” Trophy interrupts, an extremely pissed off expression on his face. Mephone stared at him in annoyance, before letting out a short sigh.   “SO, i decided to have a challenge after so long!” Mephone finishes, a uncomfortably happy tone in his voice.

   Everyone either gasps or groans. Mephones grin quickly turns to a frown a everyone reaction, before, just a quickly, changing back to a smile.

   “Dont worry, its not gonna get anyone hurt, the challenge is actually pretty peaceful!” Mephone explains.

   “Whats the challenge?” Balloon asks, nervously.

   “Its a Singing competition!!” Mephone says. Everyone is suprised. Usually the challenges require people to do something physical.

   “I decided that the challenge would be easy, so here are the rules. And get into your season 2 teams and go outside!” Mephone says.

   Once everyone begrudjingly trudges outside and groups together, Mephone lets out a salisfied huff while walking outside himself, leading the teams to the stage where the old eliminations took place.

   “good! now, you much choose one person from each team to sing on stage.-” Mephone motions to the stage. “-theres no need for any coordinated outfits or dancings or anything like that”.

  "The other team members will be watching on the bleachers-“ Mephone quickly motions to the bleachers. ”-And.“

   "Who will be judging the performers?” Baseball interrupts, walking towards mephone with Lightbulb following him.

   “Yea Mr.phoneman!-” Lightbulb leans on Baseballs side. Baseball only glances at her. “Who will be judging our lovely singers”. She motions to the rest of their teammates, who are talking between each other.

  Mephone stares at lightbulb, annoyed at the nickname she used for him, before letting out a small hmph.

   “You will!” Mephone exclaims, motioning to the two of them. Baseball and Lightbulb both raise their eyebrows in shock, Lightbulb gaining a smile.

   “Wont that just let us use bias for judging?” Baseball asks, slightly concerned.   “Ive figured that out! if you guys use any bias or opinions while judging, like purposefully giving the other team a bad score, even if their great or giving your own teammate a great score, even if they suck, then your team will immediately lose!” mephone explains, pointing a finger to the team leaders before swinging his arm back so his side in a relaxed manner.

   The two people only look at the host and respond with a ‘okay’ before walking back to their respective teams.

Lightbulbs Pov~

  Once you and Baseball split off to your separate teams, you quickly begin scouring your fellow cast members to try and guess who has an absolutely spectacular voice.

   You cant choose who to sing so you play enie meanie minie mo to help you decide.

   Enie, meanie, minie, mo, catch a tiger by its toe…

   …

   And you are it!

   Your finger lands on Painty!

   “Heeeyyy Brush full of paint!” You beam at your tall friend, strolling over to them before leaning against their side. Paintbrush looks down to you, staring at you in slight suprise then gaining a curious look.

   “Can you do me a-” You make an broken ok symbol with your hand, “-Itsy-Bitsy little favor and-”

   “You want me to sing, huh?” Paintbrush chuckles. “Sure, i’ll sing”.

   You stare at them for a short while before grinning at them and hugging them.   “thank you!!!!!” You cheer, bouncing up and down before hugging them tightly. Paintbrush lets out a soft huff while smiling. You let the painter go.

   “I wonder who Baseball is gonna choose.” Paintbrush mutters to you, leaning down so you can hear it.

Baseballs POV~

  You scan over your team once again and sigh.

  Who do you choose?

   Nickel is amazing at singing but doesnt like singing in front of anyone other than yourself, Suitcase is far too anxious, Balloons voice is too high to be enjoyable, you doubt Knife will sing, Trophys an ass and you dont even want to talk to him, Soap will probably only sing the song she made herself, microphone will probably make everyone deaf, and cheesy will make puns instead of sing.

   You feel stumped.

   You decide to try your luck and ask Nickel to sing.

   You look over to where Nickel is and walk towards him quickly. He doesnt seem to notice when you stop right next to him, nor when you kneel next to him. Hes probably zoned out.

   “Hey Nickel?” You ask, gently placing a hand on his upper arm.

   Nickel goes slightly rigid under your grasp but relaxes when he turns and sees you. You take your hand off his shoulder.

   “What, Baseball?” Nickel questions.

   “Can you sing for us?” You ask hopefully. As soon as the words left your mouth, Nickels stoic yet curious face shifted to an annoyed pout.

   “Why do I have to sing?” Nickel complains, crossing his arms. You frown yourself and let out a short sigh.

   “Please?” You beg. Nickel looks away from you and lets out a hum. You hmph and think for a bit. Puppy dog eyes. They always work on him.

   “Nickel…” You plea. Nickel turns back to you and, as soon as he looks you in the eye, his pout drops as he stares into your eyes for a couple of seconds. In those seconds you can tell Nickel was struggling to not cave under pressure just by the, almost guilty, look on his face.

   “Fine! I’ll sing for our team” Nickel barks, quickly turning away from me and shutting his eyes.

   “Yes! Thank you!” You cheer quietly, engulfing his body into a bear hug. Nickel huffs, but hugs back anyway. Once you both let go, you stand up and turn back to the others doing their own thing.

   “If it makes you feel better, once we are done with this you can wear my jacket” You say, looking down to him. Nickel looks up to you with the ghost of a frown on his face.

   “I was gonna steal it anyway” Nickel verifies. You expected him to do that, so you arent surprised.

No Ones POV~

  Right after that interraction, Mephone walks to the two teams.

   “Have you guys figured out who will be singing?” Mephone questions, gaining everyones attention.

   Once the team captains both respond with an affermative noise. Mephone smiles slightly and calls for the two singers and the captains to come and meet him backstage.

  “So, here’s what you’ll do,” Mephone says, Mepad standing next to him patiently.

   “The singers go in alphabetical order, so Paintbrush will go first, and then Nickel.” Mephone says, pointing to Mepad. Mepad has the team logos, The Bright lights above the Grand Slams, displayed on his screen.

   “When the designated singer comes onto stage, one of the judges will ask the person what they are singing, the singer will tell what they are singing, and they judges will let the singers sing. easy, right?” Mephone Verifies.

   Mepad had cute cartoons of grey circles with stick limbs displaying everything Mephone explains.

   Once The four contestants give some sort of action to show they got it, Mephone starts again. 

   “The judges will then rate the singers performance based on how good the singing was out of a score of 10 each, so the highest a singer can get is 20 points. Understand?” Mephone finishes, looking at the four for verification. The four contestants all said yes.

   “Great! You will have until tonight to prepare for your performance. Dont let anyone know what you will sing.” Mephone says, waving a hand to dissmiss the others as he turns to talk to Mepad. The contestants leave.

   “soo… What are ya’ll gonna sing?” Lightbulb Inquires, turning to the other three people. Paintbrush snorts softly, Baseball laughs, and Nickel facepalms with a small, cute smile.

   “Lightbulb… Did you not hear what Mephone said?” Paintbrush asks, looking down to the blonde. They ignore the other two leaving them to be alone with Lightbulb.

   “MmmAyyybe??” Lightbulb says. She sways her hips in a playful manner before skipping to Paintbrush before they could get too far away.

   “You will have to wait until when we perform” They confirm, point a long finger and tapping Lightbulbs nose. Lightbulb giggles.

   All of the contestants talk amongst eachother, some conversations more pleasant than others, until Mephone walks infront of everyone and calls for their attention.

   “So, I gave instructions to the singers on what to do. All you guys have to do is wait for me to return later so we can hear them sing. You can go back to the hotel and do what you want, or whatever. Oh By the way, theres not gonna be a prize, since this is just for fun” Mephone says, waving his hand dissmissingly.

  The teams then start to walk, or run, back to the hotel so they can go back to what they where doing previously.

   “Im guessing you already know what your going to sing?” Baseball muses while turning away from his book, now sitting next to Nickel on the sette in the lobby.

   Nickel only responds with a hum while he sleepily leans against Baseballs torso.

 Timeskip cause im lazy ,_,

  It is just about time for Nickel and Paintbrush to perform. The two are standing backstage, Paintbrush is pacing anxiously and impatiently and Nickel fiddles with the strings of his guitar, playing a small tune.

   They both can hear Mephone giving a speech on whats going to happen in a couple of minutes, then the others chatting amongst themselves. Time seems to be passing a bit slower than normal, and soon Nickel zones out and Paintbrush sits next to him.

   “Alright, Paintbrush, Its your time to shine” Mephone says, walking up to Paintbrush and Nickel. Paintbrush quickly hops up from they seat next to Nickel, the latter snapping back to reality.

   Nickel bids Paintbrush a 'good luck’ as they walk onto the stage.

   Once Paintbrush is at the center of the stage, and their behind the microphone, Baseball and Lightbulb stop their soft conversation and turn their attention to Paintbrush. They feel a little more nervous, but they supress it quickly.

   “Hi Painty!-” Lightbulb perks up and waves.“-What are you gonna be singing for us tonight?”. Baseball lets out a very quiet sigh with a small grin on his face as Lightbulb kicks her legs back and forth excitedly.

   “uh, im going to be singing Little Lion Man by Mumford and sons” Paintbrush says, their nervousness slightly obvious.

   “Alright, you can start singing” Baseball says, sending Paintbrush a comforting smile.

   Paintbrush smiles back before the songs music starts playing. They wait a few beats, take a breath in, then they grab the microphone and start singing

        “Weep for yourself, my man, youll never be what is in your hea~art.

         Weep little lion man, your not as brave as you were at the sta~art.

        Rate yourself and rake yourself, take all the courage you have left.

      Wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head.”

  Baseball leans forward slightly and Lightbulbs quietly squeals while bouncing in her seat.

                                 “But it was not your fault, but mine.

                                  And it was your heart on the line.

                        I really fucked it up this time, didn’t i my dear~?

                                               Didnt I, my dear.”

  Music plays and Paintbrush takes a few breaths. They messed up a few times, but their performance is so far really good.

    “Tremble for yourself, my man, you know you have seen this all befo~re.

            Tremble, little lion man, youll never settle any of your sco~res.

    Your grace is wasted in your face, your boldness stands alone among the wreck.

   Now learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck”

                                 “But it was not your fault, but mine.

                                  And it was your heart on the line.

                       I really fucked it up this time, didnt i, my dear~?

                                  But it was not your fault, but mine.

                                  And it was your heart on the line.

                       I really fucked it up this time, didnt i, my dear~?

                                              Didnt i, my dear.”

  Paintbrush takes a deep breath as they survey the bleachers, taking a break before they have to sing again. Everyone seems to enjoy their singing.                                               

                                                   “A~h

                                                    A~h

                                                   A~H         

                                                  A~H!”

                         “BUT IT WAS NOT YOUR FAULT, BUT MINE.

                            AND IT WAS YOUR HEART ON THE LINE.

               I REALLY FUCKED IT UP THIS TIME, DIDNT I, MY DEAR~?

                                               DIDNT I, MY DEAR.”

  The music stops. Home stretch.            

                                 “But it was not your fault, but mine.

                        ��         And it was your heart on the line.

                       I really fucked it up this time, didnt I, my dear~?

                                               Didnt I, my dear.”

  Paintbrush lets out a sigh of relief. The song is over and people are applauding. They relax and, put the microphone back into its stand. Paintbrush perks up when they hear Lightbulb talking

   “You sounded Incredible Painty!!!!” Lightbulb cheers, still clapping a few seconds after everyone else stops.

   “Thank you” Paintbrush says, rubbing the back of their neck.

   “You did great paintbrush! But i have to deduct a point” Baseball says, guilt obvious in his voice. “You sounded really good but you messed up a few times. Not too much though”.

   “well, ye, you did do mess up a few times, but it didnt really hinder your lovely singing, imma give you a nine out a ten!!” Lightbulb beams, holding up her hands, ond finger bent.

   “soo.. I got eightteen points?” Paintbrush asks, giving the judges a confused look. Once they give Paintbrush a 'yes’, they hum and walk backstage.

   Once they enter the room, Mephone turns to Nickel and motions for him to go onto stage. Nickel quickly gets up and hurries to the stage.

   Before anyone says anything, Nickel quickly lowers the mic stand to fit his height, letting out a small huff.

   “Hey Nickel! What are you going to sing?” Baseball asks, giving him a small wave and a smile while ignoring Trophys mocking comment about Nickels height. Lightbulb also waves to him, but she was a lot more energetic.

   “uh, Im gonna be singing Hallelujah by Pentatonix” Nickel responds, lightly rocking on the balls of his feet and strumming one of his guitars strings.

   “Alll Righty-do! You may commence singing!” Lightbulb Declares extending her arms as if she was presenting him something.

   Nickel nods before starting to play his guitar. After four beats of pretty notes he starts singing.

                                 “Well I heard there was a secret cord.

                             that David played and it pleased the lord.

                          But you don’t really care for music, do ya~?”

  Almost everyone stares in awe, most people gasping as well. Some, mainly the women, can feel their eyes tearing up. His voice is beautiful. Like an angel. Deep like his normal voice, extremely smooth and rich, lullaby sounding. It feels like a saint came down, straight from heaven, just to sing for them.

   Baseball only smiles lovingly.

                         “Well, it goes like this, The fourth The Fifth.

                                   The minor fall, The major Lift~.

                           The baffled king composing Hallelujah~!”

  A couple of the contestants who had tears in their eyes previously start sobbing. Mephone, Toilet, Paintbrush even Mepad, who doesnt have emotions, feels completely silenced due to how incredible Nickels singing is. Everyone feels the cant do anything; They’ve been completely mentally broken due to the gorgeous singing, unable to do anything else but stare in awe, cry, and mutter swears.                                               

                                                  “Hallelujah

                                                   Hallelujah.

                                                  Hallelujah.

                                               Hallelu~ujah.”

  Nickel takes a soft breath in, opening his eyes slightly to look at the ground. He shuts them again. After four more beats, He starts to sing again.

                            “Your faith is strong, but you needed proof.

                                   You saw her bathing, on the roof.

                        Her beauty, in the moonlight, overthrew you~.”

                                 “She tied you to, The kitched chair~!

                       She Broke Your Throne, And she Cut Your Hair~!

               AND FROM YOUR LIPS SHE DREW THE HA~ALLELUJAH!”

                                                    “Hallelujah.

                                                    Hallelujah.

                                                   Hallelujah.

                                                Hallelu~ujah.”

  Nickel relaxes more as he lets the song flow and the notes come naturally. Baseball seems to be the only one whos not paralyzed by the sheer amazingness of Nickels singing and just basks in the beauty of his voice, most likely because he has heard Nickel sing before.     

                                 “Baby I’ve, been here before.

                           Ive seen this room, and ive walked this floor.

                             I used to live alone before i know you~.”

                         “And ive seen your flag, on the marble arch~!

                                And Love Is No~t A Victory March~!

                      ITS A COLD AN ITS A BROKEN HA~ALLELUJAH!!”

  Nickel takes in an unnoticable breath.

                                                  “Ha~allelujah.

                                                     Hallelujah.

                                                     Hallelujah.

                                                 Hallelu~uJA~AH!”

  Everyones eyes, minus Baseballs obviously, widen as some peoples eyes move to cover the open mouths, amazed at the sudden shift from extremely powerful to soft.

                                                                      “Maybe there’s, a god above.

                               But all I’ve e~ver learned from love.

                         Is how to shoot somebody, who outdrew you.”

                           “And Its Not A Cry~ That You Hear At Night.

                       ITS NOT SOMEBODY, WHOSE SEEN THE LIGHT~!

                     ITS A COLD AND IS A BRO~KEN HA~ALLELUJAH!”

  Final stretch. Nickel furrows his eyebrows as he gets more and more emotionally into the song.

                                                   “Hallelujah.

                                                     Hallelujah.

                                                     Hallelujah.

                                                 Hallelu~uJAH~!”

                                                  “HALLELUJAH!

                                                  HALLELUJAH!

                                                  HALLELUJAH!

                                               HALLELU~UJAH!

                                               "HALLELUJAH!

                                               !HALLELUJAH!

                                              !HALLELUJAH!

                                              HALLELU~Ujah~”

  After Nickels voice fades from loud to soft to nothing, the only noise left is the final four beats of the song. Everyone stares at Nickel, utterly astonished and unable to bring themselves to do anything but gape at him. The ones crying continue to sob.

   The only thing that snaps everyone out of their trance is Baseball clapping. Soon, once everyone comes to their senses, everyone else joins in. Nickel stares at them, concerned and slightly flustered.

   “T-That was BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!” Lightbulb cries, sobbing violently. Baseball glances and her, then back to Nickel with a concerned smile.

   After Lightbulb shouts, all of the contestants, minus Baseball, began to scream compliments about how amazing his voice sounds and questions along the lines of 'Why havent you sang to us sooner?’ and 'Can you sing to us more?’.

   Nickel winces and backs up with uncomfortable look on his face, trying to get away from the loud group of people.

   “uh.. I think you guys should quiet down. We need to give Nickel his score” Baseball says to the crowd, looking back to them with a concerned look on his face. When the crowd quiets down, Nickel lets out a relaxed sigh and moves back to his spot behind the microphone.

   “So..uh, what score did i get” Nickel asks, strumming his guitar quietly.

   “Ten! your singing is incredible!” Baseball says, happy and loving smile on his face.

   He turns to lightbulb, expecting her to say something, but he is met with the girl agressivly trying to rub tears out of her eyes. She stops after a couple of seconds, blinking with wide eyes, before letting out a relieved sigh.

   “Dude, bro, your voice is unreal!” Lightbulb exclaims, a large grin on her  tear stained face “-I would give you a thousand if i could, but sadly im only able to give you a ten”

   “Ok, i got a twenty” Nickel verifies. Before he can turn to walk backstage, Mephone appears, with Paintbrush, next to him.

   “The Grand Slams win! By two points.” Mephone announces, ignoring the suprised stares from the past contestants.

   “You guys can go and do whatever, now” Mephone instructs, waving his hand while walking off the stage.

   Everyone stars getting up and walking back to the hotel, some stopping to stretch their legs. Nickel and Paintbrush walk offstage, Nickel stopping to put his guitar back in its case. Some of the people walking back to the hotel talk about how stunning Nickels voice is and why he would hide it.

   Baseball waits for Nickel to come and walk back to the hotel with him. Once he sees Nickel quickly walking towards him, his guitar case strapped on his back, Baseball smiles and waves to him.

   “Hi Baseball.” Nickel says, walking with the tall man back to the hotel. Baseball responds with a friendly hello. They talk as they walk back to the hotel together. Once their both situated back in the hotel, and Nickel has put his guitar down in a corner somewhere, Baseball hands of his jacket, as promised.

   “I feel like i messed up when i let you convince me to sing” Nickel muses, not not moving from where he sits, leaning against Baseball while he read.

   “What do you mean?” Baseball asks, turning from his book in favor of looking at the smaller male in confusion.

   “Everyones probably gonna ask be to sing constantly.” Nickel mutters, furrowing his eyebrows, crossing his arms, and letting himself fall down so he is now laying across Baseballs lap.

   Baseball lets out an understanding sigh as he begins to run one of his hands up and down Nickels back, returning to his book.

  "Your singing voice is really pretty, so i wouldnt be suprised.“ Baseball says calmly, "But if it annoys you, you can tell them to stop”. Nickel flips onto his back and looks up at him. Baseball stares softly at Nickel and gives him a nice smile.   “Yea, but their just gonna ask why, and if they dont ask why their gonna say 'But you have such a good singing voice’ and other annoying shit” Nickel whines.

   “If they ask why or ask you anything like what you described, you can just tell them you dont want to sing. And if they keep bugging you then ill step in and Tell them that you dont want to sing” Baseball offers, opening his arm as Nickel sits up again, wrapping is around his waist.

   After Baseball says that, Nickel utters a soft 'Thank you’ as he relaxes and gently burries his face against the formers chest. Baseball goes back to reading his book.

///

THIS IS SO GOOD??!?!? ajhgiusdhfkjdsf i love this crow you’re a blessing....love these babeys ksajdhgkjdgj

[danganronpa-tng]

Underground Travels; Finale

We walked through to the next room, letting go of each other’s hands as we arrived. We found Nezerra waiting for us, arms on her hips. She grinned upon seeing us.

“Took ya long enough!! Welcome to the next challenge, where you both gotta participate! Sorry, unclefucker.”

“S-stop calling me unclefu-L

“Now!! Let me explain how this is gonna work.” She cut me off, stepping to the side. I saw a big sorta obstacle course, laid out and stretching a good distance. I still had to wonder how they set all this up.

“It’s pretty fucking simple, at least simple enough for you pissbrains to understand. Whoever gets to the end first, wins!! And as I’m sure you've guessed, this follows the same rules as last time. Whoever doesn't win, loses. I’ll give you a minute to prepare!” She explained, stepping backwards.

Me and William looked at each other anxiously.

“I don’t wanna do this, William...” I said. “I don’t wanna die, but I don’t want you to die either...”

He smiled sadly. “Me either, Ryo. But I think we gotta.” He sighed. “Either way, we can do this, alright? We have to, if not for this maniac, then for Kailyn.”

“Kailyn...” I sniffed. “Ok. Let’s... let’s do this. G-good luck.”

“You too.” He gave me a quick hug, before stepping away from me. Nezerra walked back over.

“Are ya done with the homoeroticism? Because if you are, it’s time to start the challenge! I would say good luck, but I really couldn't care less! Now, start on the count of three.”

I nodded, fiddling with the fluff on my jacket.

I was never good at gym class in school. I’m not unfit, per say, I’m just... weak. I'm not really fast, or agile, but I can hold my own enough I suppose. I could bet that William was fitter than me, considering his body. In a word, he was kinda toned. He clearly worked out, even if only lightly.

I gulped.

I was about to die.

“1!”

William looked over at me. He looked sad through his ever present smile.

“Ryo?”

“Yeah, William..?”

“2!”

“I’m really gonna miss ya.”

“Huh-?”

“3!!”

And suddenly, we were off, dashing through the maze of obstacles. We were on two almost separated courses, so we could see each other as we went. William didn’t seem too bothered, jumping and crawling like it was nothing. I could feel myself begin to sweat as I progressed, the adrenalin being the only thing keeping me moving.

I had a bit of an existential crisis as I ran. Why was I even trying to survive? William has a loving family to go home to. I have a dad that hardly cares about me and a mom that left to be with some other girl. If I died here, neither would even bat an eye.

I slowed down, catching my breath for a sec and giving William a chance to overtake me. I was scared of death, but he was too. We both wanted to live, and someone had to fail.

I stood up, watching him get closer to the goal. He was almost there, he was gonna live.

But then he looked to where I should be, up beside him, and he realises I’m not there. He turns and sees me, a good ten or so metres away from him. His face creases as he looks between me and the goal, the goal being a box. I nod, smiling as best I could. He looks between me and the goal one more time, before shakily stepping over the finish line. My heart sank, but I cheered.

“Y-yay..! Good job!” I called. I meant it.

“R-Ryo...” I heard him say. Nezerra walked over to him, grinning with those sharp teeth of hers that still scared me. Everything scared me.

“Congrats! You win again, Willy! But this time, your prize is a choice!” She says. I walk up to them now, climbing over obstacles slowly as she opens the box. Me and William stand side by side, William putting his arm around my shoulders. I lean into him instinctively. She pulls something out of the box.

A gun.

“What-?!” William starts.

“See, you have two choices! Either shoot Ryo, or shoot yourself! A very simple dilemma, I’m sure.” She smiles, the sadism in her soul shown in her eyes. I gulped again. I knew what he’d choose. I prepared for it.

I stepped away from him and spread my arms outwards.

“O-ok, William! I’m open. G-go ahead. Just, uhm... make it quick.” I said, my voice trailing off. William looked... why did he look conflicted? This was an easy choice. Just shoot me already!! The suspense is killing me. Well, that isn't the only thing that'll kill me.

“Ryo, I...” He laughed sadly. “Remember when I said I’ll miss you?” He asked.

“Yeah...”

“Well... you better miss me too, got it? And Kailyn. Don’t forget us.”

“...what? What?!”

And suddenly, he raised the gun to his head.

“WAIT-”

*bang*

I covered my ears as the bang resonated in the corridor, his body crumpling to the ground, lifeless. I screamed, a sob mixed in with it.

“William! William no!! What- what the hell is wrong with you?!” I cried. I knew he couldn't hear me. I was just... 

“You- you should have chosen me... Why didn't you choose me?!” I sobbed, clutching his jacket. Nezerra was silent.

“...huh. That didn't go to plan.” Was all she said. I turned to her slowly.

“...what do you MEAN it didnt go to ‘plan’?? What the hell WAS the plan?! For me to die?! Why not just kill me then?!” I exclaimed, standing up and standing right in front of her. She shrugged.

“I mean, yeah. I assumed that whoever won would shoot you, even if you won, considering you’re... well, you know. You.” She said.

I hardly ever get properly angry. I was now.

“Wh- I- that’s so stupid!! If you wanted me dead then you should have just shot me yourself you- you- grrahhh!!” I was so mad. Why did they have to die if the plan was to kill me?!

“Well... here’s the issue. We can’t have you leaving here. So, I’m gonna have to... well, finish the job, ya feel me?” She said. She produced something from n’ behind her back. A knife.

I panicked, I had been ready to go earlier, but now?

“Well... you better miss me too, got it? And Kailyn. Don’t forget us.”

I couldn't die here.

I stepped back towards William’s body, and I grabbed the gun from his hands. It still had three bullets. I aimed it at her.

“D-don’t come any closer!! I-I’ll shoot!” I cried. She smirked.

“You don’t have the balls.” She said smugly, stepping forward with the knife in hand. I took a step back.

“I-I mean it!!”

One more step.

“S-stay back!”

“You trying to be intimidating is almost cute, unclefucker-”

*bang.*

“...I told you not to call me that.”

I dropped the gun as I watched her body crumple to the ground. I had actually shot her. The daughter of the great Junko Enoshima, dead.

As tears rolled down my cheeks I slid off my jacket. Pressing my face into it one last time, I lay it on top of William carefully.

“Rest in peace. I swear, you won't be forgotten.”

And with that, I opened the door to the next room, stepping in.

- - -

Well, it was more so a corridor, but whatever.

I walked for a bit, fuelled by the determination I had to escape. If I found another stupid challenge, I was skipping it. Not like that freak was here to enforce it anyway.

After what had to be half an hour or walking, I finally found a door. An exit.

I smiled weakly. I pushed it open, stumbling inside.

“Hello..?”

I looked around. I was in... a class trial room?

...oh goodness. I’d walked right from one death challenge into another.

It was empty. I saw an elevator still on, the lights inside still flickering. I sighed shakily to myself, stepping inside. I thought to myself as the elevator rose.

Where was this place? Who was gonna be in the upper area? Hell, what time was it. Was everyone asleep?

Once it stopped, the doors slid open. I stepped out, looking down at my feet, then back inside the elevator door. Once it shut, I was saying goodbye to Kailyn and William forever.

“...goodbye, guys. I’m gonna miss you.”

And they slid closed.

I sighed, letting another tear or two roll as I stood there, reminiscing.

My thoughts, however, were cut off as I turned around and saw someone standing there, staring at me. They had light brown sorta hair with... what are those, tattoos? We’ll say tattoos, on her cheeks. She looked tired, but shocked.

“Who the hell are you?!”

(End of Spinoff; Underground Travels.)

(So! Ryo survived. So let's give it up for the newest member on’f the TNG cast, Ryo Togami! He is now a part of the official killing game, minus the fluffy coat :(( Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this spinoff sorta thing at the end of these chapters! There won't be another of this, but there's gonna be one more chapter where a death and trial occurs, then the finale! Woah, not too much left now.

Hope you've enjoyed so far! See you in Chapter 6.)

[bbrandy2002]

The Fall of Cordonia

Chapter Seven (Final)

A/N: Sorry it has taken so long to get this one chapter finished. I have had several things in my personal life that have been quite stressful, I can't even begin to explain what I've been dealing with and I won't bore you with details. I do want to thank @kingliam2019 for asking about this fic several times, it gave me the little boost I needed and for pre-reading chapters for me. Also @burnsoslow for pre-reading snippets and giving me advice. And @sirbeepsalot who has advised me throughout and is just truly a wonderful person.

C/N: I was told I shouldn't end it this way and didnt plan to, however I had a change of heart. I hope its not too disappointing.

Warnings: DARK!! Gun violence, murder, mental illness, major character deaths, suicide, its brutal....but...its not (you will see what I mean).

Word count: 2909

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"Hello Son, I've been expecting you."

Liam and Drake stopped dead in their tracks, slack-jawed as the woman who stood before them became clearer. The once image of virtuous beauty and kindness, now an aged souless boor. Her blonde hair now silver, and her flawless ivory skin had heavily creased and worn.

Her voice cut Liam like a knife as it was a sound he had not heard in twenty five years. There was no love or nurturing in her flat blue eyes, just a haggard woman caught up in her own destructive nature.

Liam fought the temptation and overwhelming urge to run for Eleanor. He needed to feel her long awaited gentle arms wrapped around him again -- to soothe his hurts and wipe away his tears. Like any child would covet from his mother, he wanted her to want to do those things. It soon became clear she was neither interested in entertaining his boyish fantasy nor rekindling their bond.

Cradled in her arms was Liam's infant son-- his own flesh-- and a child he was prepared to give life and limb for if need be.

He stepped forward to approach them. As both of his arms reached out in desperation for Nikolas, Eleanor pointed her gun at him.

Liam fell to his knees in surrender, weakened by the sight of a weapon aimed at his only child. He begged earnestly for her not to hurt his son.

Drake cocked his gun and was ready to enact his own vengance if she hurt the baby.

"You always were soft, my boy," she said wryly as she lowered the gun to her side and shifted a crying Nikolas in her arms.

Liam gave her a pleading look with an arm outstretched towards her. "Mother, I'll do anything if you give him to me. I"m begging you...just give him to me please."

Eleanor rolled her eyes and huffed with annoyance. "Stop your groveling Liam, you sound like your father -- may he roast in flames for eternity." She signed the cross from her forehead to her chest and both shoulders with a dry smile, still clutching onto her pistol.

He eased to his feet cautiously, his mind wracked with confusing thoughts of who he was now dealing with. "Okay." He nodded. "What do you want?"

Eleanor crossed the small sitting room and laid Nikolas in a bassinet. She then placed a pacifier in his mouth to sooth him. She stood, hovering over the baby before flashing an icy glare back to Liam. "I want what I set out for thirty three years ago -- Cordonia."

Like a tidal wave mounting in intensity and wrath, Liam's emotions began to build in ferosity. "You fucking had Cordonia, Eleanor!" He snapped angrily, pounding his fisted hand on the table before tossing a lamp off of it.

"Did you forget that? You were the queen, goddamn you! You had everything a person could ever dream of!" He trailed off and shook his head into the palms of his hands. With his breaths labored, he looked back up with tears in his eyes, "Was any of it real?"

Eleanor ran her tongue over the front of her teeth and stepped away from the bassinet to approach Liam. She stopped just short him and looked up at her towering son, her hands clasped together at her stomach. "I was never supposed to fall in love with your father, you were never supposed to be anything more than a spare to tie me to that kingdom. I had a part to play ... and I do believe, my boy..." She patted Liam's cheek with a cold smirk. "I played it magnificently."

Liam looked down at the petite figure standing before him, a shell of the woman he once knew -- or thought he did at least.

She had the pistol still glistening in her ragged, cold fingers, aimed straight at his heart. Eleanor could pull the trigger right then and nothing would make him feel any worse than the words she just spoke.

Liam swallowed the bile that burned his throat, his eyes dancing upwards, shocked by her admission. His whole entire childhood was a lie and that was a bitter pill to swallow. "I see," he muttered softly with a nod.

"Oh Liam, don't look so glum, it was just politics. I planted all the right people in your brothers life to ensure he would turn into the low life piece of shit he became. I needed to make sure MY heir would sit on the throne. All you had to do was accept the alliance offered to you. You, your sister and I could have conquered the world."

"You are one sick, twisted bitch," Drake spoke coldly through the tension.

She smiled back at him amused. "Why, thank you, Drake...I could say the same of your precious little momma."

"Leave my mother out of this," he growled defensively, playing her words off.

A look of pure delight beckoned Eleanor whose eyes began to glisten as she cast her focus on Drake, "Oh, I could never leave Bianca out of this, she was quite helpful to me at one point. Its amazing the lengths one would go to when blackmailed.", she laughs with a cackle, "Your father never saw it coming from her". She feigns shock before acting like she was shot in the chest.

"Drake, she's a liar, don't listen to her". Liam tried to reason with him before Eleanor got completely under his skin. He didn't know if what she was saying was true, but, he knew he had to plant a seed of doubt before she could plant the seed of revenge.

Drake could only stare at her with teeth clenched and eyes squinted, "What does she mean Liam...what the fuck is she talking about?"

"Bianca was a whore.....", Eleanor continued, with a slight grin.

"Shut up Eleanor", Liam interrupted her.

"......she fucked everyone at court..."

"Shut up!!", Liam raised his voice over hers.

"....I caught her on her knees with Constantine..."

"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!!", Liam continued.

"She killed your daddy for me Drake, she thought she could be one of us....such a dumbass, that common trash bitch. She was an easy quick lay according to the men at court. Your daddy stuck around for you and your sister, unlike Bianca, who left after her worn out pussy couldn't pay the bills any longer. That was your momma....that is your momma", she emphasized.

The gun shook in Drake's hand as his finger coiled the trigger backwards. His fathers death and his mothers absence growing up was always a sore spot for him. He could feel his blood boil and an intense heat burn though his body.

Liam shook his head at Drake with an empathetic look, attempting to halt any impulsive reactions. One wrong move from either one of them could be deadly and he couldn't take a chance on Nikolas's life.

"Go ahead Drake", Eleanor continued her taunts, "pull the trigger...like mother, like son...avenge your fathers death and your sisters too...I hear she died nice and slow, exactly as Bianca sucked dick".

"Drake, NO!"

The blast of a gun was inevitable.

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Riley was sitting up on her bed with a blank stare, her back resting against a pillow propped up on the headboard. Bertrand was seated in a bergere across the room, holding a sleeping Bartie.

Liam had texted him earlier about checking on Riley, citing her psychiatrist was a part of Amalas' cronies. When Bertrand arrived to her quarters, it was eerily quiet, passing only a nurse exiting with a full tray of food, Riley hadn't eaten.

As her eyes remained fixed forward, not having moved in the hour he had been there, he felt her gaze shift onto him. Bertrand looked up from Bartie and watched his Queen shed one lonely tear. The look of nothingness, sent a chill down his spine; what was she thinking, did she even have thoughts? What could cause such distress that it would break her daze enough to spare a tear.

Bertrand sat up with the resting Bartie cradled in his arms and laid him in the chair, gently swiping loose hairs to the side of his head. He walked slowly towards Riley, pausing briefly, dumbfounded that her eyes continued to follow him. "Riley?", his voice low and tepid.

He inched closer until he was standing at her bedside, easing himself down to sit next to her on the bed.

Her lush, brown hair now dull and lifeless, clung to her face and pillow; golden skin now ashen and pale. Bertrand thought of her as a sister and it pained him greatly to see such a beacon of personality and life, lay waste. He gazed at his reflection in her eyes intently, searching for a pathway into her mind. "Riley, its Bertrand, talk to me", he whispered, inching closer.

Bartie began to moan and whimper in his sleep and caught everyone's attention. Bertrand's reflection immediately disappeared from Riley's, now covered by a sinister glare. She gritted her teeth and gripped tightly to the sheets covering her frail frame.

Bertrand turned away from her to look at his son who had resumed his peaceful slumber.

"BRADSHAW!!!", Riley screamed so loudly it would curdle rushing blood, swinging a large, golden, candle holder brutally until it met resistance from the scalp of Bertrand. He slid limply from the bed, crashing to the cold, marbled floor below.

Riley watched the blood drip from the candle holder onto her perfectly white sheets, trembling at the realization of what she had just done. Her eyes rolled back as she tossed the weapon across the room, grabbing both sides of her head, rocking back and forth in a state of delirium. Chaos and noise ripping into her weakened mind, driving her further into insanity.

Her anxiety level peak, sweat pouring from her forehead, she now covered her ears to block the sounds that only she could hear.

"Liam is dead, Riley....he.is.dead", Bradshaw spoke with a sardonic laugh.

"No....no....Liam....don't leave me", she spoke through labored breaths and sobs, her dainty nails clawing at her face, leaving deep, jagged marks. She gasped deeply in anguish and pain, and muttered, "Liam....not my Liam".

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Drake flung backwards, his feet tangled in knots of imbalance, tripping over themselves from the momentum of the blast. He had a soul crushing wound, the one meant for Liam, straight to his heart. He rested after a hardened thud against the wall and slammed face down to the floor.

"Drake!"

Liam lunged forward, grabbing the still, hot barrell of Eleanor's pistol, her finger still tightly woven around its trigger.

Nikolas's startled cries echoed out with the blast, as Liam slung his mothers arm to and fro. For all her fragility, she clung to her gun as if her life depended on it....and it did.

He bent the gun so that it was pointing back at her and wrapped his finger over hers, the one that gripped the trigger so profoundly, and pulled it himself.

Eleanor fell to her knees, clutching her lower stomach, a look of anger and shock, mixed with defeat staring upward at the son she betrayed in every way, "You son of a bitch".

Liam scoffed at the irony of her words, "You're right, I am... a son of a bitch".

She slunk to the ground, lifeless with a pained scowl. A pool of crimson collecting around her like a dam bursting wide open.

He hurried himself to the son he had not seen in weeks, who was still letting out frantic cries as large tears burst from his reddened eyes. Liam wiping his own tears at the sight of his infant child, safe and unharmed. "Its okay Little Love...daddy's here now". As reached in to pick up Nikolas, he felt a seering sting in his back, causing him to let go of his baby before he could even lift him into his comforting arms.

Liam's hands instictively flung to the pain he was experiencing, feeling the warm shred in his shirt and the liquid that seeped through his fingers. It hurt to breath, to even move, but, he turned to see his mother on the floor, pointing the smoking gun up at him.

He inhaled what little air he could, closed his eyes, and spoke silently one last time to himself, "I love you Riley and Nikolas, I always will".

The next sound was the kill shot.

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Riley jolted from the bed, tossing the sheet aside, her physical pain mired by the emotional turmoil she was experiencing.

She felt Liam slip away, a deep loneliness sweeping across her heart. She plundered further into her despondant state, knowing she could never live without him, his love, his touch, his arms wrapped around her.

Lost and battered, she found herself alone in the room they shared all their best memories, with a man she thought of as her brother, murdered, accidently, by her own actions.

She slipped to the floor on all fours, weeping softly to herself as she began the long, painstaking trek to the balcony. She crawled over Bertrand, squeezing her eyes tightly closed so that she wouldn't have to see the evil sin she had commited.

She lifted herself up at the balcony railing to a standing position, her knees wobbly from the distant crawl. With the moonlight glowing brighter than she had ever witnessed, Riley admired the stars twinkling and the sounds of crickets singing harmoniously. Her thoughts took her back to her first night in Cordonia, a race in the maze leading to a kiss with a prince. A night very similar to this one.

She peeked over the railing of their fourth floor balcony. The sweet, fragrant aroma of the rose bush below, giving her a sense of calm and ease.

Riley wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her ams for warmth from the cold night air before closing her eyes. She spoke softly to herself, "I'm coming to you Liam and Nikolas", feeling happiness for the first time since The Fall of Cordonia.

Her tiny body leaned over the railing and she let herself go. Peace and relief would soon overcome her as she flew through the air. The impact was quick and welcomed.

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A bright light flickered as chilly hands poked and prodded at her face, fingers forcing an eye open. She squinted and winced as the light was too much on her unadjusted pupils.

"Welcome back, Your Majesty, I'm Dr. Layton. Do you know what happened to you?".

Riley's eyes flickered as she continued to adjust to the lights of the room and the image of the voice who had spoken with her came into focus.

"Queen Riley, can you hear me....do you know why you're in the hospital?"

Riley swallowed hard, realizing how dry her lips were. She tried to moistened them, yet, her tongue was bare, as well. A hand tilted her head forward and a straw was offered to her. Confused, she drew in the cool water that soothed her palate before resting her head back against a pillow. "I...I...died".

"Not exactly", the doctor spoke again while checking her vitals on the monitor, "..you were brought in after the earthquake, a piece of the ceiling fell at the restaurant you were eating in and you took a nasty hit to the head.....you've been out for a few hours".

Riley reached up, tugging the IV cord in her hand, to feel a bandage clinging to the top portion of her forehead.

An older nurse checking on Riley's bandage, asked if she wanted visitors, to which she nodded affirmatively. Not completely sure of what had happened or what was going on, she watched with anticipation as the nurse finished up and walked to the door of her room.

Riley burst into tears moments later when she saw Liam, holding a bright eyed, Nikolas, rushing into her room and racing to her side. They shared a long awaited kiss and exchanges of love, before Liam placed Nikolas in her needing arms. A flurry of emotions passing through her, knowing they both were safe and with her.

Over the next several hours, she learned that several people had been injured in Valtoria from the earthquake, but, no deaths were recorded. Her friends visited or called her one by one and she wept with joy with each person...Mara, Maxwell, Savannah, Bertrand, Drake, Leo, Olivia, Madeleine, Regina and Bastien.

During the quiet still of the night as she laid restless in her hospital room, with Liam and Nikolas laying at her side, she hesitantly shared her dream.

Liam kissed her temple reassuringly, "My love, it was only a dream...I'm here, we are all three here together, our friends and our country are safe....it was just a very bad dream".

"I know", she uttered, "it just felt so damn real...like it was a warning or something".

He wrapped his free arm around her back as she shifted to her side into his embrace, trailing her thumb gently across Nikolas's cheek. "I promise you we are more than prepared for anything that comes our way, we always come out on top, love".

"I hope so....I love you, Liam".

"I love you too darling".

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"Amalas!", Bradshaw stands from his desk to greet her, "what brings you all the way to Auvernal this late".

She grins slyly with a gleen in her eyes, as he kisses both of her cheeks, "I have an offer I don't think you can refuse.....shall we discuss, Cordonia".

Bradshaw's lips curl with intrique and desire as he offers her a seat, "It's like you read my mind".

[babystarker]

yall wanted it, yall got it: "i know that you notice my ways" - chpt. 1

Peter looked up from his calculus textbook every few minutes.

It was cute, the little routine he had going. Skim-read, turn the page, look up at Tony, who would always be looking the other way.

Not that he was counting. No, Peter had his tells. The way he’d brush his hair behind his ear or away for his forehead before he tilted his head up. Or would slide his finger under the next page, waiting to turn it, gathering those few seconds of courage to look up again.

And, like each time before, Tony'd be looking away.

Maybe because he was focused on reading through a stackload of files Pepper had sent him from Italy, saying it was important and could he please at least try to get past the first page? He flicked her a text saying he'd opened the first file, and she sent back a very un-Pepper thumbs up. He figured it was an instruction carried out by her secretary; "Reply to that for me, can you? Something encouraging". He had every plan to actually go through with the reading.

Then Peter came over.

It wasn't unusual for the kid to show up at odd hours.

Ever since the new suit - taken, then given back; truly his now - he felt more comfortable going further and further away from the centre of the city. Maybe it was the suit itself giving him confidence. Maybe it was the people around him - Happy treating him a little less like a nuisance, Tony actually listening to him, wanting to recruit him. Or maybe it was just that he was growing up. Coming into his own, and all that.

That, and he knew the kid had some kind of thing for him. He didn't know if people his age still called it a crush, but name aside, he knew what he saw. He'd seen it in fans and gala-attendee's and occasionally the rare staff member.

An innocent crush stemming from hero worship, most likely. The kid was young, headstrong, but a fanboy. He had Iron Man and Avengers posters up on his wall the first time Tony came to see him in his (albeit surprisingly young and attractive) aunt's small Queens apartment. He remembered Peter telling him he was at the Expo the night it opened - the same night Vanko nearly killed hundreds in the area covered in the Stark name.

He'd only seen Peter's crush as more than that once, in the lab. But he second-guessed it, and conveniently never thought of it again.

Until Peter looked up from his textbook for the 50th time that night, and Tony met his eyes.

They weren't tired from studying, or from being hunched over that same book in the low light for the past hour. Tony guessed he'd probably done just about as much reading as he had (Read: hardly anything).

No, he was focused. Didn't seem at all flustered at being caught staring - in fact, it seemed like that was what he wanted after all, judging by the twitch in his lips. Tony didn't know whether they were twitching to smile or forge embarrassment. He didn't read that far into it.

He needed a drink.

"Mr. Stark?"

The boy's voice was as small and high-pitched as ever. Needy.

Tony twisted as he stood and made his way to the 'bar', which was essentially just a left-out bottle of whiskey he hadn't put away yet, and then refused to put away after Rhodey commented on it.

He took a glass from the cabinet, uncapped the bottle, poured, and sipped.

He looked over at the round table surrounded by some very sleek white leather couches, where Peter sat on his haunches. Waiting. Like a puppy.

God, something was wrong with him tonight.

He's a kid, Stark thought to himself. You're his mentor, he's a kid. He sipped again. Without ice, the taste was different, but still amazing. He was never one to go the cheap route on anything, especially liquor.

From the table, Peter piped up.

"Do you think I could have one of those?"

Tony froze with the glass against his lips. Fuck, he was a bad influence.

"Ah, don't think so, kid. Underage and all." He waved his hands around in Peter's general direction to affirm his point.

"But," Peter dragged the vowel out, slowly rising to his feet. "With the Bite, and all...it might not even affect me. I'll be 21 soon enough, anyway."

"Yeah, in six years. I don't think so, short stuff."

Tony took a bigger sip than usual. The liquor burned his throat in that oh-so-familiar way.

Peter frowned at him. He was getting closer, making his way between the couches and into the open-plan kitchenette.

"You always nickname me stuff like that."

God, he was pouting, wasn't he? Do teenagers usually pout, or is it a radioactive teen-genius exclusive?

He stepped foot in the kitchen, two feet from where Tony himself was standing.

"They're all kinda childish, don't you think?"

Peter stepped closer, and this would be when Tony usually took his own step backward, but he didn't. Cause this was Peter - he had no reason to back away from him.

Peter brought a hand up to tug at the neck of his shirt, just for a moment, revealing pale skin and a strong collarbone before the shirt sprung back up into place, and the hollow of his neck was hidden from sight. He brought that same hand along the column of his throat, fingers splaying out over it entirely, before he went higher, haphazardly sweeping them through his hair as if that was his plan all along.

Tony tore his eyes away from the dark mole on the boy's Adam's apple as soon as he realised he was still looking and gripped the glass in his fingers tighter. The glass was cool, firm. Grounding. This was just a kid in a kitchen. A protege. This was just Peter.

But he met the boy's eyes, and he knew the atmosphere had changed.

He'd looked, and Peter saw, and that pleased look was back on his face because that's what he wanted.

"Kid--" He began, but Peter laughed, and his sentence cut off right there.

"There's your favourite one: Kid. It's always kid, or short stuff, or Spider-Boy, which, by the way, Mr. Rhodes has taken to calling me all the time. I'm not a kid, Mr. Stark."

He brought his hand down to clutch at his opposite shoulder, and Tony refused to look. He was an adult; he'd endured press conferences and politicians since he was nine, he could withstand Peter fronting up to him a little. Pressing into his consciousness with the toe of his sneakers. Jesus, when did he manage to get the upper hand?

Tony shook his head, sipped his whiskey with two long gulps until the drink was finished.

He watched Peter through the bottom of the glass.

Send him home, he thought. He didn't voice that thought.

"Pete, I respect you. You're a good...person. You're mature and intelligent and a great hero. But, you are a kid. And that means asking for alcohol is still a no-go,"

"This isn't about the alcohol-"

"You wanted to see if I'd say yes." Tony said, and Peter's jaw snapped shut.

He noticed the way it tensed. He wasn't shocked, he was pissed.

"I'm sixteen. I'm old enough to make my own decisions."

"Not about booze, kid "

"This isn't about the alcohol!" Peter's voice cracked a little on the last word, voice raised but not quite yelling.

Tony stepped forward.

"Then what's this about, hm? I thought I knew, maybe, but now you're just confusing me, kid."

"I'm not a kid,"

"Peter. What's up?"

He wanted to pat him on the back. The shoulder. His hands stayed where they were.

"I want you to take me seriously." Peter said, and Tony felt like a failure.

"Don't get me wrong, you're so good to me, Mr. Stark, and I appreciate everything, so much...But I'm not a child."

Tony sighed, putting the glass down on the bench. He knew what this was about. He had the same issues with his father - always excelling way past his age group and always being seen as 'little Tony, messing around with daddy's tools'. He worked his whole life to be taken seriously by his father, and after his death, tried to live up to his name.

"Kid," He started, then realised what he'd said. "Pete,  you're incredible. You're an amazing scientist, and I do mean that-"

"Mr. Stark-"

"No, it's true-"

"This isn't- you're not listening to me,"

Tony rubbed a hand over his face. "I'm trying to tell you I understand."

"And I'm trying to tell you I like you."

Peter said the words with such finality Tony almost didn't register what he was actually saying.

But he did. He heard what he heard, and Peter was still pinning him to the spot with his eyes. Brown, steady, focused.

"You're not gonna say anything?"

He knew he should. He didnt.

"Cause... cause I mean it. I'm not a kid with a crush, Mr. Stark. That's all I want you to see."

Tony hears the 'Please don't dismiss me' for what it is.

Peter's hand dropped from his shoulder and he stepped forward, reaching out as if he wanted Tony to take his hand. But instead he moved even closer, and slipped his fingers into the lapel of his blazer, pulling it a little to straighten it.

When he stopped adjusting it, his hand stayed where it was. His fingers were warm where they splayed out across his chest.

"Peter," Tony began. He wanted to stop him. Warn him, maybe. Tell him he's an old man with a lot of problems, that he'd only get hurt.

But he knew that was a lie. He would never harm a hair on Peter's head. He'd reject the Accords before he made that kid cry.

He'd never hurt him. He couldn't ever.

He could deterr him, send him home. He knew the kid would go. But he couldn't.

"It's okay, Mr. Stark. I won't be mad, if you don't feel the same way. I just wanted you to know." Peter said, and went to move his hand away.

Tony grabbed his wrist before he could.

"Kid..."

Peter looked up through his eyelashes, hopeful. "Yeah, Tony?"

Fuck. "Peter, we can't,"

"Can't, or don't want to?"

Wasn't that a question.

He wanted. Fuck, he wanted. He was a piece of shit for the thoughts he sometimes had, those secret things he pushed down, undisclosed, pretended they'd never come up in his brain.

He tried to use the therapy trick of force-forgetting memories.

Peter changing out of his suit in the lab the first time he'd come around. The glance he'd cast to the tight white underwear the kid wore, the way it stretched across certain places in an obscene way.

Ignored the thought of buying Peter new underwear to rectify that problem.

Ignored the thought of what he'd look like without them on. What he'd look like under him. What he'd look like-

"Mr. Stark?"

Tony realised the strength of his grip on Peter's wrist and quickly let go, brushing his hands down on his pant legs to rid invisible sweat.

"Peter, I can't."

He repeated. A plea really. Please understand you're all I have. I can't deny you anything. Please don't push this because you don't know how easily I'll cave.

"But you can. You can do anything. You're Iron Man,Tony."

"Tony?"

"Mhm. I figured a little equality in the titles would be good. Don't you think so?"

He was pressing. He was pressing and Tony was bending so easily. He'd take any shape Peter wanted him to. He just had to make sure Peter didn't know that. He'd ruin him.

Peter took one more step and then he was right there, chest pressing against his own, and that was his head, forehead nuzzling into Tony's ribcage.

Tony acted on impulse.

He hugged him.

Peter hugged back, bringing his arms up to wrap them around Tony's middle, squeezing tight with muscles that could do a lot more. He spread his hands out over the flat of his back, moving them up ever so gradually till they were over his shoulder blades, then down again. It was soft, gentle. Caressing.

"Pete,"

Tony felt his hands burning where they rested, arms laying over the boy's shoulders, hands touching barely any part of him.

He didn't even know himself what he wanted to say.

Peter stepped back to look at him, and the absence on his chest felt cold.

"Peter,"

His hands were in his hair, cradling his head. It was easier, now that Peter was just the right distance away. He didn't question why he was doing it, because Peter was humming, the tiniest sound of contentment, and his hands weren't so warm. He wasn't doing anything wrong.

He looked down, and Peter's eyes were glazed a little like he'd snatched the bottle of whiskey while Tony wasn't looking.

His lips were parted a little, head tilted up and gaze focused on Tony's face. Their eyes didn't meet. Because Peter was watching his mouth.

Tony could've cleared his throat. Stepped back. Took his fucking hands off the underage boy - but he didn't. He knew Peter was looking, and like a mirror, not knowing what the fuck he was doing, he let his own eyes dart down to the teen's lips.

He'd licked them recently - they were wet and shiny, mouth moving a little for his teeth to bite into his lower lip, like he was contemplating something.

Tony looked away. He felt his fingers twitch against Peter's scalp. He wanted to move them, pet him. Would that be friendly, or would that give him ideas?

Peter seemed to have made his mind up.

He'd seen the man watching him throughout the night. Watching him when he thought Peter was focusing on his textbook. He saw his eyes drift to his neck, to his arms, to his lips.

He'd seen, and that was all the confirmation he needed.

Peter reached up onto his toes - not having that far to go - and pressed his mouth against Tony's neck.

He felt the grip in his hair tighten.

"Peter," Tony warned, and Peter could feel the vibrations of the words against his tongue.

Peter pulled away, leaving a shiny, wet patch on the older man's skin.

"What are you doing, kid?"

Peter licked his lips, gathering excess spit. "Kissing you?"

Tony guffawed. Well, at least he wasn't pissed? Or maybe he was just deflecting.

"That's where you aim when you kiss, Pete? Might wanna practise that a little."

And fuck, why did he have to say that? Honestly, what the fuck?

But Peter just looked up at him, hopeful and eager and lips still shiny like he's wearing lipgloss and (don't imagine that don't imaging that)--

"Are you offering, Mr. Stark?"

Realistically, Tony could've done anything at that moment. But this was Peter. His boy. The one person he couldn't deny anything, asking something of him. Something he'd never admit he was willing to give.

So he opened his sin fucking mouth, and condemned himself.

"I think I might be."

His hands were still locked into the kid's hair when he surged up again, and this time the kiss landed. Tony's body reacted without permission at the feeling of a warm mouth on his own, pressing thousands of tiny kisses all at once. Cute, really.

Tony used the grip he had on the kid's head to tilt it back, using the little gasp he let out as an opportunity to let his tongue lick into the kid's mouth, warm and wet and tasting like strawberry chewing gum.

The kid kissed back enthusiastically, still trying to lead with an open mouth and tight lips.

He was sweet.

He tasted so, so sweet.

He felt the boy's smooth tongue against his own, and Tony felt himself slip. He was a goner, then and there.

A loud noise rang out from the table Peter was sitting at what felt like hours ago. A cell phone ringtone, the vibration pattern buzzing the phone across the glass.

[angrylizardjacket]

ask your destiny to dance [16] {Roger Taylor}

[masterpost]

“I can’t speak to her.” Roger’s got his head on a bar in a pub that’s not Ash’s.

“Can I go back to pretending I don’t know what was going on?” Brian asks, taking a long sip of his drink and gazing out at the crowd. It’s been over a week since Ash had stayed over, and they hadn’t seen her since. It’s not like she’d even asked about him, or made a move to contact him; sometimes they go a full fortnight before seeing one another, but Roger’s been fretting for almost eight days internally, and for the past twenty minutes externally, since he’d finished his first drink.

“She said she loves me.” Roger groaned, lifting his head to weakly order another pint. 

“From what you’ve told me, she wasn’t even fully conscious; it’s not like it counts.” Brian had never seen Roger downright distressed like this, it would be funny if it wasn’t bordering on annoying.

“No, that means she was extra honest,” Roger groaned, downing half his beer in on go, to which Brian could only roll his eyes.

“Or she was still asleep and thought you were Jack Nicholson.” After a beat, Brian goes back to watching Roger brood over his glass. “Boo hoo, Rog,” he shoved the blonde lightly, to which Roger just leveled a glare at him, “a girl you’ve been seeing for months maybe has feelings for you. It’s not like it’s the end of the world.”

“It’s only been since I broke up with Kristin,” he’s adamant about that and Brian lets him have it, for now. In retrospect, he feels like an idiot for not seeing it sooner; Brian’s not sure when it started, but it’s definitely a lot longer than Roger’s willing to admit. “And it doesn’t mean nothing, but it also... it’s never meant something. Like it’s something but it’s not something. It’s just fucking around and having fun.” And Roger swivels on the bar stool, joining Brian in looking out over the crowd, before they spot Freddie crashing through the door, making a beeline for them once he’d spotted them.

“Alright, what did I miss?” Freddie asked, though the other two were quiet as he ordered a beer. Before either could get a word in edgewise, Freddie props his chin on his hand on the bar, and announces; “Roger you look like shit, what’s wrong?”

“I’m pretty sure he’s in love with Ash, and he thinks she’s in love with him.” Brian says blithely, and Freddie nods with understanding as Roger tells them to both sod off, and he stalks through to join the crowd on the dance floor. “She said she loved him in her sleep.” Brian explains, taking the chair Roger just freed, sliding into place beside Freddie.

“I’ve never seen him this worked up about someone before.” Freddie admitted, and Brian nodded in agreement, the two of them barely able to see his blonde hair for the crowd, and they lost sight of him soon enough.

“What do you think? Has Ash said anything?” Brian’s gaze slides to Freddie’s who just rolls his eyes.

“I think my dear Ash has never in her life loved a man who’s deserved it,” Freddie mused, though his lips twisted into a smirk, “that’s not to say she’s a saint, far from it, but compared to the others, Roger is a breath of fresh air.” 

“Isn’t that a sad thought.” Brian said faintly, before heaving a sigh. “Well, I know we haven’t been here long,” he got to his feet, finishing off his drink and looking around for his housemate, “but if I don’t drag him home he’s going to do something stupid in his current state.”

“Like that pretty, brunette thing over there?” Freddie asks, pointing to where Roger’s already got his lips on a wavy-haired brunette at the side of the room. Freddie’s pretty sure he sees Brian’s soul leave his body for a moment, and watches everything play out like a terrible Shakespearean comedy for which he was the only audience member.

“He’s a danger to himself.” Brian takes Freddie’s drink from his hands and takes a long gulp before passing it back, though Freddie doesn’t seem likely to complain.

“He seems rather fine,” Freddie watches Roger go in for a hickey on the girl with a morbid, voyeuristic interest, taking another sip of his drink, “and you know he and Ash aren’t technically exclusive.” 

“Yeah but there’s three options here; Ash finds out and gets pissed and I have to hear about it because apparently now that I know I’m all in on this disaster,” Brian lists on his fingers with a theatricality Freddie had rarely seen from him before, though he’d rarely seen Brian this exasperated before, so perhaps it was merely that, “two, Ash isn’t pissed, sleeps with someone else, and Roger gets pissed because he’s in love with her-”

“Which is unfair, what a tremendous double standard.”

“Yes, we all know Roger’s a hypocrite.” Brian sighed, casting a glance over his shoulder at Roger, before turning back to Freddie.

“And three?” The other man prompted, and Brian picked up his empty pint glass.

“I kill him with this glass because I’m sick of his sulking.” He says bluntly, and Freddie’s all for the third option, but he begrudgingly helps pull Roger away, to which the drummer complains the whole time.

“Where are we going?” Roger demands to know when they head in the opposite direction of his apartment, a sentiment that Brian mirrors, though he doesn’t seem inclined to question Freddie’s direction outright. Freddie always had a plan. The man in question wrapped an arm around Roger’s shoulders.

“You’re going to confront your problems, Rog.” He sounds so decisive, as if it wasn’t a plan he’d come up with as they were leaving the bar, and Roger tries to scramble his way out of it, but Brian’s fed up enough with Roger’s complete inability to do anything but run from his problems that he’s willing to take Roger’s arm in an almost iron grip.

“It’ll do both of us a world of good.” Brian tells him as Roger glowers at his housemate.

“You don’t get to decide what’s good for me; what’s good for me was that girl at the bar, she smelled nice and was about three minutes away from banging me in that bathroom.” Roger snarled, wrenching himself out of their grips, though he didn’t run this time, crossing his arms over his chest as he walked with them.

“Rog, we’re not gonna let you ruin a good-” But Brian’s gentle sigh was cut off by more of the blonde blustering.

“That’s so presumptuous!” He stopped in his tracks, scowling between both of his band-mates. “You’re both wankers, selfish fucking wankers. This is kidnapping.” He snaps.

“Fine; if you want to leave, we’re not stopping you.” Freddie offers, gesturing freely at the path behind them. “We’re just trying to help.” 

Roger stomped the entire walk to Ash’s apartment. 

“What the fuck, guys.” She opens the door with her hair in a messy bun, wearing a pair of sweat pants and a ratty, oversized Beatles shirt. “How did you get in?” 

“Your RA let us in; sorry for the interruption, just had to deliver this idiot.” Brian gave Roger’s shoulder a nudge. Roger is looking at anything but Ash. His latest drink had hit him about the same time as he got to her block, and now that he can smell the vanilla candle she likes to burn in her room just beyond her, he just wants to curl up and go to sleep under her duvet. Or fuck her. He’s not quite sure.

“Can I return to sender?” She asks without hesitation, and Roger rolls his eyes. Freddie shoves him forward.

“No.” 

Ash doesn’t move, just frowns as Roger stumbles into her space, and she’s automatically got a hand on his chest to steady him. Roger doesn’t seem like he’s there completely of his own free will, but he doesn’t move away from her, even as both Brian and Freddie leave, muttering something about him being ‘her problem now’.

“Care to explain?” She asked, gently walking him backwards and closing her door behind herself. The two of them make their way to the common area, and Roger sits up on the kitchen counter as Ash pours him a glass of water.

“Not really.” He said, sipping the water loudly and swinging his legs so his heels kick the cupboards below. Ash looks like the very sight of him exhausts her, but she rests her hands on her thighs, pressing herself against his legs to still them. “We can fuck whoever we want, Ash.” He says, seriously, and he sees the exact moment she realised the reason for his forced meeting, and he watched her expression fall.

“Yeah of course.” She agrees, crestfallen expression turning quickly to faux apathy. “Did you have fun?” But her heart wasn’t in it.

“They pulled me away, brought me here before anything really happened.” He huffed, taking another long sip. Ash stepped away, yawning loudly and sinking into a chair at the dining table. After a beat, Roger hums thoughtfully. “Ash, what do I mean to you?” And it’s so nonchalant it actually hurts Ash a little.

“I think that’s a really shitty thing to ask right now.” Her answer is automatic, she can’t look at him. “And I think you’re drunk.” 

“Ash...” It does register in his mind that he’s said the wrong thing, and it breaks his heart to see her too tired to repress her emotions like she usually would in this situation. Perhaps she assumes he won’t even remember this tomorrow. “Ash, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Yeah, I know.” She says softly. “You’re always sorry, and I’m always sorry, and there’s always someone else that feels like a mistake, even though we don’t technically need to apologise.” Shaking her head, she sighs deeply. “This isn’t the time for this conversation.” She admits, and standing, she takes his hand. “Come to bed, Rog.” 

When they’re back in her room, she pulls off her sweat pants and offers them to him without even thinking about it, and he’s quiet, forlorn when he takes them, changing into the borrowed pyjamas. Ash is already tucked into bed when he turns back, back to him, pressed as close to the wall as she can get with her head pillowed on her hand, not even attempting to co-opt some of the pillow for herself. There’s sewing equipment out, obviously still in use in the corner of her room, a blouse half sewn and still in the machine where it was left when it’s creation had been interrupted by a knock at the door.

When he slides into bed beside her, reaches out to rest a hand on her shoulder - an apology? a reassurance? just a need for human contact? - she shrugs him off, murmurs a quiet ‘don’t’. 

“I panicked.” They’re back to back, and the bedside lamp has been turned off. Roger isn’t even sure if Ash is still awake. He speaks into the silence, made honest by the hour and his inebriation. “You told me you loved me and I panicked.”

“Roger... I never said that.” Ash’s voice was confused in the darkness, and Roger feels like his whole world has fallen out from under him. He’s spent over a week considering whether or not she’d remember; if it had been real, whether she’d really meant it, but he’s never quite sure which answer would hurt more.

“You... were mostly asleep.” He admits, and he can feel the way Ash sighs heavily, the shift of her back against his as she tries not to hear it.

“Wow, imagine what kinky shit you and the girl from the bar would have gotten up to if I’d meant it.” She just sounds tired, as though she was trying to end the conversation, as though she hadn’t just shattered Roger’s heart. After a beat, she laughed humorlessly. “What are we doing, Roger?”

“I think Brian’s right.” And his words are enough to startle a weak laugh from Ash. “I want this to be about more than sex, I think.”

“You’re drunk and panicking; don’t worry, I’ll still work with the band if this goes south.” Ash says. Roger won’t take that, can’t let himself fall into the trap of panicking like he’d already fallen into that night. Turning, Roger presses his lips to the back of her neck, and Ash doesn’t like to think about how good it makes her feel.

“I’m sorry-” He tries, but she cuts him off.

“I heard you the first time.” Voice terse, she crosses her arms awkwardly over her chest. “Roger the idea of being with you fucking terrifies me.” She admits, raw and honest, glad he can’t see how conflicted she was. “You were so worried that I was in love with you that you almost slept with someone else, and for what? Were you worried you were losing control of your life? Didn’t want to be tied down?” Roger’s got an arm on her shoulder, rubbing comfortingly as she speaks, and he can feel her shaking.

“I know I’m not a saint, okay, love?” Roger admits, and Ash takes a long moment to consider his words, leaning back a little into his touch, before answering.

“Neither of us are, Roger, and that’s why what we have is so good right now.” Her voice has softened, and Roger stays quiet. “We can talk about it tomorrow.” She says gently, before reaching to link her fingers with his where he’s got his hand on her shoulder. She pulls him closer, and Roger makes a low hum, pressing a quick kiss to her shoulder.

When the morning comes, things are quiet and golden. Neither one knows what to say to the other, but Ash still gets him a cup of tea in the morning, and when he sees the cup with the little cat face on it, Roger feels something tighten in his chest. 

“Let’s try this, please.” He asks, expression sincere when he looks at where Ash is tucking herself back into bed, pressing herself against his side. The look she gives him is confused, and then it blooms into something hopeful. “I’m not fucking around here, I mean it.”

When she kisses him, her hand is warm where it had been holding her teacup, and she’s smiling against her lips. There’s a tension in her shoulders, and he can’t stop playing her words back over again in his head, ‘the idea of being with you fucking terrifies me’ and it’s clear that feeling hasn’t vanished over night.

But she’s willing to try.

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[oswednesday]

okay i guess characterization,

 i wish rey had more time to develop like a struggle, like a consistant narrative that unfolds over time, its not Worse than lukes but it could have been elevated beyond the pre-existing limits of star wars as it is like Its Star Wars but theres really so much room to tell these nuianced stories, she never gets the time to own her own suffering like anakin does and neither does ben either really its all just plot plot plot credits dfg but there are so many posts that was like legit They Made Her Into A Sue (its going to be 2020??) For These Reasons and like,,,that shit all ruled like hell wtf are you talking about, it was stupid and awesome but stuff would have felt more if it was more simplistic like that sounds like a step backwards i guess but if it was like rey has one issue, this issue stems from x, all the symbolism resolves around this issue, because there is  symbolism theres foreshadowing, like thats difficult even for solo writers with their own “ip” but it was really hurting for that, i think an easy fix would have been making the culture she came from extra family like its all that matters and have her have like been orphaned at some space nunery or something, her parents running and hiding her has been so done to death and the reveal that she had surpressed memories wasnt really satisfiying imo, i havnt read much of the reviews with neg stuff about her character, shes often just There,moving ghost like through the scenes (the actress was amazing dead like her acting is really good she just idk underwritten)

i guess that can be said about the whole cast tbh like completely underwritten, rose is brought in to break up the trio het it up obvi but the character is awesome and so is the actress who deserved to be apart of the group proper after the last movie : / she gets a nice scene with poe but its literally the only thing that happens after the last movie like fdfgdf??? she gets some lines but the character is underused, like used as much as unnamed background characters

finn is written soooo hostile in this movie too like whys he have so much beef fdjdgdf like okay theres a scene where it looks like poe is going to confess his feelings to rey which!! SURPISED me cause posts ive seen make it sound like they didnt even have screentime together, like, is it enough? no, but it is something dsfgh thanks for the crumbs, i guess you can read the hostility as jealousy and i kind do love that he brought it back up when they looked like they were going to be death squad’d with poe being like hey ill tell you later dssfgh, it as such a relief when random character from finns past was like no hetero and it was all done in head nods and how warm the scene was when finn and poe reunied and rey joined them in this super tender hug, that was nice

there was also like a half min of two women looking people making out so theres that

i feel like poe’s parts were better than the last movie but also like, under written, i really liked the scene when he meets another trooper, like, theres almost a moment of emotions happening, and i really enjoyed the ex-troopers side plot even though it was super short and kinda tacked on for the hets, she was a really expressive actress for what a small role she had!

i guess the major thing is i didnt feel like i knew or got closer to any of the main characters or like,,cared,,about what was going on and thats WILD for a three hour movie dfdgh

and i know i know this is going to sound awful but i actually liked that scene where ben like force heals her, like that kiss should have been just a forehead touch, or like, maybe his mom speaking to him through rey as he dies, like a lullyby or something, that was a pretty decent redemption arc in like force lore but it was like so strange what little lines he had during that whole thing, it was like, okay this is The character you want delivering a bunch of dry speeches instead of like finn or poe who should be more personal, it was just this weird basic half hour of silence from the cast who should be saying wack stuff with finn  and poe being the audience connection to these wackos?? finn the everyman and poe like the connector and with rose like the deep lore person,the formula was there?

also i think it would have been better is c3p0 died during then, like, if it was more emotionally built up where he recounts his life like the one who created him has died in many ways and many times, if the rebellion is going to end this then i too should go out with the empire, thank you all for being my friends or something like that LIKE THERE IS A SCENE SIMILAR but its super quick and they use the droids as constant slap stick, it doesnt make much sense for finn to be so mean to him through out???? after he sacrafices so much it makes finn this unpleastant character? like character growth would have had him like soften up a bit towards the droid when he comes back but i think it was a deprement to the plot to have that happen, imo it should have been something like my creator installed it in me after he rebuilt me after such and such battle so that i may be free from control of sith influences and then like request to be destroyed after the sith memories are re-instated? again it was just plot point plot point no emotional depth

chewbaca should have also died but that scene should have been better, done in genral also what was UP with that single military dude gettng some actual lighting in that scene fjugjhgh

it was uggh to just have palpatine regurgitate like narrative and not like, have rey come to that conclution herself with him like, saying words an actual person would say like its clear hes lying but its like theres no room to feel anything about it, it just barrels right through

her being like im a skywalker and fade out into the twin suns ruled SO hard tho

[coffeecrusadeclub]

Prompt: platonic hangout+confession by accident

Tyrus one shot

Cyrus's POV:

It was a normal summer night me and TJ had decided to hang out most of the day. At the end of the day we decided to hang out at my place and invite some friends over. And so an hour and a half later we were sitting in my basement with Buffy Andi Marty and Jonah trying to figure out how to spend our time

My parents weren't home so we decided to have the dinner of champions: icecream. We all sat there, spoons in hand, eating straight from the gallon icecream container.

Andi: "So what should we do?"

Buffy: "How about we play paranoia. We've never had a good game because we never ask interesting questions. So lets ask interesting questions"

Despite my efforts to object, I still landed in the circle with my friends, tossing a coin in the middle of our circle. Our order of sitting going to the left was me, Buffy, Andi, TJ, Jonah, and Marty. Since we were playing going to the left Marty was asking me questions. After about 20 minutes Buffy determined we had to start asking better questions so we did it was going okay until Marty asked me a question that I wasnt willing to admit.

Marty leaned toward me and whispered in my ear

"Do you have a crush on anybody?" I felt myself swallow hard as my throat suddenly went dry.

"Y-Yes" I responded hesitantly as I grabbed the coin. Praying that it landed on tails so I didn't have to tell the group the question. I closed my eyes and tossed the coin up in the air, I heard it clink onto the hard wood floors and opened to look. I sighed, heads, I felt like the coin was mocking me.

Buffy: "Soo what was the question??"

I looked up at TJ for a moment before looking towards Buffy and responding

"Do I have a crush on anybody"

My friends let out a group of curios "ooo"s and i blushed slightly.

Buffy: "whoo? Cy u have to tell us"

Cyrus: "Uh- I- hey im supposed to ask you a question"

Buffy: "Fine"

Once we got half way through the circle we decided to take a short break and eat some more icecream. We sat back down in the same order and Jonah suggested we start asking going around the circle to the right. Everyone agreed especially Buffy who had a mischievous grin on her face. I felt my heart racing because I knew that at some point tonight she was going to ask me about the question I got earlier. After we made our way around the circle a few times i started to believe that Buffy had let it go, that maybe she was just going to interrogate me later. I should have known better... maybe if she knew my crush was sitting in the room she would've waited but she didnt know and didn't wait. I almost didnt process the words she whispered into my ears

"Who do you have a crush on?"

I looked at Buffy, I really shouldn't have let my gaurd down

I took a deep breath before I looked her in the eye and responded, "TJ" she looked back at me shocked.

Buffy: "Really?!"

I looked down and sighed, rubbing the back of my neck.

Cyrus: "y-yeah"

The rest of the group stared at us in confusion.

TJ: "Hey dont forget to flip the coing Cy"

Andi: "Dont rush him you only want to know the question"

TJ: "You wouldnt want to??"

Andi: "Ok fine maybe I would"

I grabbed the coin and took a deep breath, glancing at Buffy before casting it into the air. I was almost afraid to look when I heard it hit the floor.

Jonah: "Heads!!" He exclaimed excitedly, everyone was curious to know why Buffy and I had a total change in expression

Buffy: "Cyrus im so sorry"

Marty: "Wait why are you sorry?"

Buffy: "I shouldnt have made him answer that question"

Andi: "But I thought thats what the game was about?"

Buffy: "its supposed to be fun but this might end badly"

TJ: "Why? How?"

Jonah: "Cyrus you dont have to say it if it was really bad"

I looked up and sighed, all eyes were on me

Cyrus: "Its part of the rules"

Buffy: "We arent going to disqualift-"

Cyrus: "Who do you have a crush on" I said aloud cutting Buffy off

Buffy: "Im sorry.."

Cyrus: "I couldnt hide it forever"

TJ: "Really?"

I looked up at TJ and sighed

Cyrus: "Sorry you found out that way... Actually Im sorry you found out at all" i sighed and got up walking up the stairs and heading into the kitchen. I grabbed a cup of water and leaned on the counter with my back toward the door. A few minutes later I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and sighed, looks like someone was sent to check on me. I took a drink of my water as I heard the footsteps stop outside the kitchen. I put the cup down and sighed.

"I dont need anyone to take care of me. Its not a big deal"

"I think it is. Getting put on the spot like that in front of your crush"

I inhaled sharply, shocked at the sound of TJs voice. I kept my back to him and laughed

"They sent you to check on me. No offense but what is this? Their way of trying to set us up? Theres no way"

I heard TJs footsteps approach me stopping next to me. I looked at him through the corner of my eye.

"I came up here entirely on my own. Typically after someone confesses their feelings for you the correct response is to talk about it with them"

"Whats there to talk about. You dont even like boys."

He reached out and softly put his hand on my chin moving my face so that I was looking in his eyes.

"And how would you know what I like Cyrus? Do you keep tabs on me?"

My face turned red and I pulled away from him. Drinking more water to avoid responding. Although I wasnt facing him I knew he was staring at me.

"Don't toy with my emotions. I have no intention of being some kind of-"

TJ cut me off and pulled me to face him. I pulled back and lost my balance falling backwards, taking TJ with me since he still had a tight grip on my shoulder. I hit the floor landing on my back and TJ landed ontop of me. He held himself in a raised push up with both hands on either side of me. I felt my face turn bright red and looked away

"Get off of me" I tried to push TJ away, but he was a lot stronger than me and stayed in place.

"Cyrus you must know I like you too I only thought it was obvious"

I looked up at him in shock did he really?

"I thought you - I thought you were straight"

"Cyrus Ive never dated a girl."

"But you talk about your ex sometimes. I thought-"

"Dont assume Cyrus. Youll make an ass out of u and me."

"B-but" I was practically incoherent there was no way TJ expected me to form sentences while he was on top of me.

"Reed Cyrus. Reed is my ex. You know I still hang out with my ex, the only girls I hang out with are Andi and Buffy. And sometimes Libby when Jonah brings her around. Who did you think it was?"

"I dont- I - Get off of me!"

"Do you want me to?"

"Thats what I said TJ stop messing with me" i pushed on his chest and he smirked as i crossed my arms in defeat.

"Youre really cute when youre fustrated"

"TJ please... stop doing this to me.. my-my friends are-"

"Youre friends arent going to bug us theyre downstairs"

"But-"

TJ shushed me and leaned in, I felt his breath on my face and I got that much more nervous. "T-TJ what are you-" he cut me off with a kiss, catching me off gaurd. After a second to realize what was happening I started kissing back, wrapping my arms around his neck. After what felt like eternity TJ pulled away. My heart was racing so fast i was out of breath, it felt as though I had just run a marathon. TJ stood up leaving me on the floor alone.

"Hey Guys how long have you been standing there?" TJ said so casually. He laughed and I assumed he was joking "Thats not funn-" I look up and see all of our friends standing in the doorway staring at us. I swear I felt my soul leave my body.

[anonil88]

Wandering Ryn (Hippy Shots 1)

Was supposed to get this out earlier but the start of some hippyish one shots for several fandoms since i cant find any really. Will be posting these on AO3 on a later date. And other fics are still happening yall.

Hippy Shots #1

Siren- ryn/maddie/ben (polymarine)

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A group of birds fluttered through the tops of dark green spruce trees. The sun was peaking through leaves and the van was cast in a gold glow. The air smelled less like ocean than Bristol Cove but was clean. Ryn had opened the door and laid on the rug in the middle of the night when she heard things moving outside. It was mostly just human noises but she wanted to be sure any predator human or not wouldn't threaten her or her mates. She laid on the large rug rolled out over the metal flooring of the van. It helped reduce any cold coming from the floor all night. It didn't serve much purpose other than decoration when it was so warm in this season. She didn't sleep well but when she could, the rug influenced her dreams with memories.

The rug was a mix of brown and red squares with gold dots. When they first put the rug down earlier that week she traced over the shapes learning the names of each one and the color. Maddie taught her that practicing would help her learn faster and soon she would know the name of most things. It encouraged Ryn to watch and help the pair furnish the small space they'd be using to "camp" in. Ryn remembers Ben's face when she mimicked his hand gestures when explaining camping to her. It was what humans did to be closer to nature.

Now she watched through the open van door as people stirred around a campsite. The three of them arrived the night before and parked in a spot closer to the lake, just in case she started to dry out on the trip. The sun had just risen and after driving all night Ben and Maddie were still asleep in the makeshift mound of pillows and blankets they all were calling a bed. Ryn watched as a woman in colorful clothing carried a bin towards the lake and a small human child followed behind her. Salty smells wafted in the direction of the van and Ryn turned sniffing the air.

It smelled like food and when her stomach twisted with her hunger it confirmed the presence of fish. She knew could wait for the pair because her patience was stronger than her hunger. Her curiosity on the other hand was not. Ryn checked over her shoulder and watched as the covers rose and fell repeatedly. She grabbed the small backpack which held a bottle of salt water, just in case, and the device the humans called a phone. Slipping her shoes into the bag she left the van and closed the metal door quietly.

Ryn started walking towards the scent she caught earlier. Sniffing the air she found it led down the large main dirt path where other campers stayed in areas similar to the one with the van.The dirt under her feet was soft and warm from the summer sun as she followed her senses. It was comfortable enough that she did not take time to pull the shoes out of her bag. Not looking back she did notice the lake getting further and further away. More humans were walking around now and they all looked so different. Some had different colored hair, some had paint on their faces, and others looked tired but were very active. None of these people seemed like a threat but, she still kept her distance. Continuing to follow the smell she passed several tents, vans, and finally stopped in front of a large yellow van. She was sure Ben had called one of these a buzz before. A tall skinny man caught her staring and she noticed him approaching her from the corner of her eye.

"Hey there, I'm Sam, you look a little lost there." He said with a smile. He had skin like Levi and his hair looked like Maddie's when it was decorated. The smile on his face resembled othe humans who looked at her like she did not understand them. A strong smell radiated from his body and she hissed low at the burning paper in his hand. He shifted backwards and that was not what she wanted at all. Remembering Maddie telling her to use her words made her soften her stance and quiet her hissing. She had been talking more so she hoped he could understand anything she was saying.

"Buzz," Ryn said out loud and pointed.

"You're name is Buzz," his eyebrow rose in question. Ryn watched his reactions, he didn't understand.

"I am Ryn. I look for food, buzz smells like food." She tried to explain better than before.

"Ohhh you're looking for the fish. You must be new here. We, me and my group, cook meals for everyone here. Kind of like a large community potluck. Well it's over there," he pointed to a small line of people. "Just stand in line and they'll give you whatever you ask for, we do have vegan options too."

Ryn nodded and did as the man told her. It wasn't long before she had a large white box in hand with several pieces of fish and other assorted foods inside. She sat at a bench and grimaced at the contents. Cooked fish. She picked at the flesh of the fish while observing the campers, the sounds of instruments in the distance, and the jingle of chimes. It was nice here, different from her new home but nice. Holding the box Ryn walked toward the wooded area away from people. She stopped past the people cooking the fish before she left and managed to get one of the raw ones.

Humans made a lot of noise and did so for reasons that did not interest her. At least not on this day, so she moved back towards the closest quiet area where people slept. She sat on a bench and ate the small fish whole. When she finished eatting she started to trace her way back through the grass to the trail that led to the van. Maddies voice was coming from her bag and she sat her things on the grass while she pulled the bag off her back. She hissed quietly while taking the phone in her hand and holding it in front of her face. "Madd-ie," she said awkwardly.

"Ryn! You're okay? Are you lost?" She could tell her mate was worried. That was one thing she didnt account for, what Ben and Maddie may think when they woke up with Ryn gone.

"Ryn is okay. I'm sorry that i worry you." Ryn talked to the phone still held in front of her face. " I will return, i have food for Ben and Maddie".

There was a loud crash and Maddie yelled out for Ben before the line went dead. Ryn's eyes went wide, she quickly pocketed the phone and clutched the white container in her hands. She sprinted back towards the van quickly. Not avoiding people they were forced to leap out of the way. Some humans began yelling after Ryn, "Are you okay" or "hey watch it". She realized she was running fast enough that she was skipping her steps. It was a frantic gallop to match the word she learned to be panic. Fastly approaching the van her eyes started scanning the exterior for any signs of her mates.

Maddie was nowhere to be seen and Ben wasn't either. Ryn felt her heart beating faster than its already accelerated heart rate. The food still clutched in hand she slowed to a walk and looked around the open back of the van cautiously. Still no sign of either of them, Ryn started to frantically look back and forth trying to catch a trail of scent or a clue of anything. She sensed someone coming up to her and the usually slick barely there hair on her shoulders was standing up. Her nose started twitching and then she relaxed. She unwrithed her shoulder and felt hands snake around her. Ben held her and whispered in her ear, "i am okay i just may or may not have fell out of the van trying to run to go find you."

She turned her head to look up at him. "Ryn is sorry, i was looking for food."

He chuckled and kissed her forehead lightly before taking the slightly crumpled container from her in one hand. She nuzzled into him and sighed while closing her eyes. She knew she was sorry but didn't know what other way to show it. She felt Ben rubbing her back and her heart rate slowed from where it was still slightly racing. Her boyfriend was good at making her less frantic in moments like now where her instincts to protect were so high. It meant less "accidents" Maddie called them, even though Ryn believed the world sometimes required a kill or be killed mentality. But, this was a good feeling coming down without being harmed or harming anyone.

"Hey Maddie," Ben yelled out, "she is back and brought us food." There was the sound of hurried footsteps before Ryn felt a body slam into her back. She didn't tense up before the impact but it didn't hurt. Ryn felt Maddie's body slowly go from tense muscles holding her close to softness. She sigh and angled her body and face to maintain contact with Ben while comforting her girlfriend. Ryn rubbed the tanned cheek she barely had to look up to find.

"Ryn is safe, Maddie." Ryn answered what she already knew Maddie was going to ask. "I found food," tapping the container. Maddie laughed and smiled. They all stepped back as Maddie and Ben opened the container. The food was there just slightly jostled and messy. They both nodded while picking at the food and watching her mates search for plates and forks, Ryn started smiling. That what was starting to become a regular thing for her and it was easy with her two mates showing her how to love.