#he’s like yeah but it’s biting our little brother so I’ve gotta hit it

[bisexualmultifandommess]

Leo in The Cosmic Completist: Don’t hurt them they’re prisoners as much as we are

Donnie:

[sukiipjs]

✮ GET OFF

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↳ nick sturniolo x masc reader

↳ words - 1079

↳ summary - you keep teasing nick as he -trys- to edit a video but you and him both know that he can’t ignore you for long.

↳ contains - smut, kissing, hickeys, swearing, dry humping, oral, slight overstimulation?

↳ song - i like the way you kiss me by artemis

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i walk back from getting a snack into nicks room, seeing him still sitting on his sheets, staring at his laptop as he edits his and his brothers upcoming video. “niiick, when are you done? im bored,” i sigh, walking closer to him as i close the door behind me. i sit on the bed next to him, leaning my head on his shoulder, looking at what he edits. “i just have to finish this okay? you’ll live,” he moves to kiss my forehead softly, his eyes and fingers not moving from his laptop.

“yeah but can’t you take a break? pleeease,” i move a little, having my head nudge against the crook of his neck. “please,” he laughs a little, leaning his head on top of him the best he can, “just give me a few more minutes” i sigh, rolling my eyes and moving my head off him, “more like years” he laughs again, “you’re so dramatic”

“says you!” i laugh back, quickly turning my head to him. “i’ve missed you cmon-“ i come closer to him again, looking at those blue eyes before scooting his computer to the side as i move myself to straddle nicks thigh, my arms resting on his shoulders wrapping around him, “please” i say again quietly as he finally looks at me, i move my lips to his neck, beginning to suck and kiss around his skin, leaving dark marks over him.

“play with me all you want- but i gotta finish this video,” he smiles a little before slightly turning to the side so his hands can reach his editing again. he try’s to ignore my bulge grinding against his thigh, my soft lips lingering on his neck and jaw. i grow harder every moment as i feel the fabric between us moving on my skin.

small moans start to slip from my lips, my knee between his legs, bumping his own hardness every once in a while. my arms squeeze around him more, my body moving up as the vibrations of my moans hit his skin, already so close.

nicks fingers continue the clicking on his keyboard and noises from his laptop, i hear slight laughs and his smile staying still on his face as he glances at me some, eyeing the barley visible dark spot on my pants.

“you’re fucking pathetic,” he whispers near my ear, my head pushing into his neck, my teeth softly clenching on his skin. my whimpers hit his collarbone, my hips grinding on him faster, my legs perfectly fitting around his thigh. he finally pulls his hands away and sets them on my hips, guiding me to speed up, grinding them onto him rougher.

i whine out, another laugh falling from his mouth as he bites his bottom lip, looking down at my -as he said- pathetic attempt to get off on his leg. my legs jolt as i moan out on his skin, letting myself go, his thigh being perfect to cum with. my arms loosen around his shoulders, i lift my head up from his neck, all the soft purple spots planted on him, a small string of saliva connecting my lips to him still before i use my hand to wipe it off, coming back from that high.

i notice nicks hands still holding me down onto him, moving me back and forth, i moan more the pleasure becoming too much. i put my hands on top of his, trying to pull his fingers off me, my head being thrown back and my lip being caught between my teeth harder.

i whine, nicks sly smile staring at me as he begins to move both us up as he starts to kiss at my neck. we sit up on our knees as my arms throw around him again, his hands behind me, tugging at my shirt when i start to smile. “don’t you have to edit?” he groans, lifting his lips off me, “fuck the video- i’ll finish it later” he moves back to my skin but i pull away, staring at his hungry lustful eyes. i push him back to lay on his bed by his shoulders, “no, you should finish it, just a few more minutes right?”

he sighs and rolls his eyes at me, leaning to grab my waist and kiss me more. “nick” i push him away again, “edit.” he slumps to the side, his fingers traveling on the keyboard. “you suck,” i smile, leaning down so my hands can hold onto his waistband, “i will.”

i laugh through my teeth, starting to pull down those grey pants. i palm over nicks hard on, making his breath hitch, eyes looking up before going back to the screen. i pull down his boxers, letting his dick out in front of me. i start wrapping my fingers around him, my finger swirling over the tip, nick clenching his teeth, his hand stopping on the keys.

i spit some, letting it fall over him, using my hand to rub it around. “edit,” i look over at nick, smiling before his hand starts moving again, his teeth clench onto his lip harder, a small quiet sigh leaving him.

i put my mouth on him, my hand on whatever i can’t take in, small strokes at the base. nicks eyes roll back feeling my warm mouth between his legs, the vibrations of my own moans making him let out louder moans, his hand trying to still make the movements on his laptop, “fuck!” his eyes shoot open fully, “almost deleted this…” he laughs, moans in between his words.

i laugh too the vibrations of that making his hips buck into me and before i know it his laptop slams shut. his hand going to my hair, gripping onto me as he pushes my head down, i try my best not to gag. “god you’re so fucking good…” he moans, my head being kept in place as tears bubble on the corners of my eyes. “fuck i’m close,” he whines and bucks into me more before he releases in my mouth, his hand loosening on my hair.

i lift my head up, swallowing before moving up beside him. he catches his breath, eyes relaxing as they open again. “god i love that mouth,” he smiles, moving to have his hand moving by my neck to pull me in, kissing me, “you finish editing?” i tease, his hand still holding my face, “fuck off.”

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[somasbrianrot]

The Baddest (Matt Riddle X Reader)

I don’t see anyone write for this man so here I am

Inspired by Baddest - K/DA

Summary: Reader is like a sibling to Sami and Kevin, so when they verse the judgement day with Matt Riddle what happens when reader protects Riddle from Rhea?

I bite my nails as I watch my ‘brothers’ talk amongst themselves, the judgement day had challenged them to a match, but they needed a third person, just now someone comes through the curtains of the guerilla, you looked over and saw Matt Riddle scoot over on his scooter, quietly snorting to yourself “Hey Kevin, what about him?” Kevin looks over and shakes his head “No! definitely not! I don’t like idi-” “Hey! I heard you two were looking for a third man!” 

“Yeah! they were! hey you don’t have a match tonight, that’s perfect” Kevin glares over at me and I just laugh “That’s what I was going to say little lady! what do you say Kevin? Sami?” “I mean I don’t see a problem” Sami says and now Kevin looks to glare at him “Cool! so it’s a match!” says Riddle before scooting back out of the guerilla “I seriously hate the both of you” “awe, love you too!” you and Sami laugh at Kevin and then continue discussing.

The time for the match is upon us and I watch my brother’s walk out, with their tag titles up in the air, Riddle is next and he gives me a fist bump before he scoots out, I let out the breath I had in and sigh, I had admired Riddle since our NXT day’s but never really had the confidence to talk to him one on one, or really tell anyone I liked him.

I watch as the judgement day eye down my friends and I bite my lip, I see Rhea giving Matt a particularly rough look ‘Is she going to hurt him?’ see you used to be very good friends with Rhea, until she joined the Judgement Day, you guys have been feuding lately, and Rhea was the only one you could admit too you liked Matt, you really hoped she wasn’t going to try use this against you, you watch as the fight happens, Rhea interfering every once in a while.

When it was reaching the apex of the match Riddle had Dominik in the middle of the ring where he was going to try floating bro him but Dominik was pulled out of place and Riddle roughly hit the mat, Rhea then crawled into the ring and grabbed Matt, looking directly at the camera “This is what you get for messing with the judgment day little girl!” I quickly tell the technicians to play my music ‘Baddest By K/da’ starts playing and I run out into the ring, Rhea let’s go of Matt and I slide into the ring, tackling her and beginning to punch her.

Rhea was under me defenseless and Dominik got back into the ring, planning to break me up from Rhea, but before he could Matt grabbed him and got him in bro-derrick position and performed it, going for the pin “1....2....3!” but that didn’t stop you from continuing the assault on Rhea, before you were being pulled off of her, thrashing around “Let go!” “Come on we won, let’s go back” you hear Sami’s voice as you let him drag you from the ring.

when back in the guerilla the boys are all talking before Matt walks over to me “I’ve never seen you so aggressive, it was sick as, especially because you helped save me - hey! I got an idea! we should totally be a tag team!” “that’d be cool Matt” I look at him with a smile and he smiles back.

“Also, want to go out to dinner with me? I need to thank you in some way” I’m stunned before I smile widely and agree “Yes! I’d love too!” “I’ll dm you when I’ll pick you up” you nod and watch as he walks out “Our little y/n is growing up!” “I’d rather it not have been with Riddle but I guess I can’t stop you” you laugh as you continue talking to your brothers and joking around.

you feel your phone vibrate and open it, it was a message from Matt “forget dinner, just come to my locker room ;)” you couldn’t help but giggle “I gotta go guys” you say walking out “USE PROTECTION!” you laugh as you keep walking down the hallway

A/N omg a Matt Riddle post

[airiat]

northern sky, five. ✧˚ · .

{masterlist | beginning}

pairing: joel miller x you / f!reader (wc: 35.3k, 10 chapters)

rating: explicit, 18+

work tags: no outbreak, age difference (27/42), hurt/comfort, ptsd, fate, ldr, explicit sexual content (rough/romantic sex, light d/s & sadomasochism, dirty talk, choking/biting, oral (f & m receiving), unprotected piv, aftercare)

work warnings: themes of death (more details here, contains spoilers), depictions of mental illness/alcoholism, light discussion of theoretical relationship with minor (not condoned by either party), light blood kink

ch. summary: a date. this is like that.

{ao3}

five. {1.8k}

Your favorite client is sitting in your chair. You’re painting thin stripes of bleach in her hair, tucking them into neat foil packets. She’s been talking your ear off for the past half hour about her son, her husband, her nagging in-laws. But you find it a comfort. You like thinking about other people’s lives. It’s something to imagine that isn’t your own storm. 

“They tried staying with us for three weeks this time,” she’s saying. “Can you believe it? Acting like they don’t have their own house.”

“Hm. No, that’s not right,” you commiserate. 

“At this point, maybe they should just let us take it since they never seem to wanna live there. It’s so much bigger than ours.”

“Yeah, yeah, they definitely should.”

“Maybe one of these days, we’ll just show up there with our suitcases. See how much they like it.”

You laugh, dip your brush into the bowl of bleach, find it almost empty. “I’ve gotta go mix more of this. Just a moment.”

You leave with the bowl, head to the room next door with all your product. You set the bowl on the counter when you arrive and pull out your phone. You and Joel actually did exchange numbers this time, mostly under the pretense of you letting him know when to pick you up. He doesn’t seem like that much of a texter but has this BlackBerry that he seems to be constantly irritated with, muttering about needing it for work. Still, when you find the screen of your iPhone empty, a little pang of disappointment hits your chest. You shake your head and shove the phone back into your jeans.

Upon your return, you find her barking angrily into her phone, but she snaps a farewell when you begin working on her hair again. 

“That was my mother-in-law,” she says but doesn’t elaborate. “Hey, not to be nosy, but I saw you get dropped off by a man in a truck. What’s the story?”

In fact, she is nosy. But you’ve always appreciated that there is someone who would care enough to know anything about you. And she has gotten to know you over the years, all five of them. Probably one of the only people in this little town who knows anything about you. Probably one of the closest resemblances of a mother you have these days.

“Just this guy I started seeing,” you answer. There’s a flood of words in your mouth, but you hold back. 

“Oh, look at you, now!” she exclaims. “Well, tell me more. What’s his name? How did you meet him?”

You never lie to her. She could tell if you were, anyway; she’s known you too long. But you never feel any reason to. She never passes unfair judgment. “We met at Lucky’s,” you say. “He’s from out of town, actually. From Texas. His name is Joel.”

“How interesting. What does he do down there?”

“He has a construction company. I think. I…actually don’t know a lot about him.”

“But he’s dropping you off at work?

“Well, he’s staying with me, but we’ve actually only really spent maybe two days total together.”

“Sounds a little fishy to me, honey,” she says honestly.

You scowl, tap the brush against a new foil maybe a little too hard. “I swear it’s not. His last name is Miller. He has a brother, a sister-in-law, and a nephew in Wyoming. A daughter going to college in Boston.”

“A college-aged daughter? How old is this man? He’s not secretly married, is he?”

“No, of course not. He just has a daughter. And he probably had her young, too; he’s gotta only be early forties.”

“I think these are things you should be asking him.”

“I don’t know if I have any right to. Maybe it’s not like that.”

She meets your eyes in the mirror, gives a sly smile. “If that mark on your lip is from what I think it is, I’d say you have every right.”

You flush, foolishly didn’t wear lipstick today, but also didn’t think anyone would put the pieces together. You hurry to change the subject. 

“He said he drove here from Austin. Just for me. Said he could barely make it two weeks before he needed to see me again. Is that–?”

She shrugs. “Maybe. Can’t make a man do anything he doesn’t want to. And they’ll pound mountains down for what they want.”

“Maybe he just likes me in bed.”

“Sure, maybe. And that’s fine as long as you’re also getting something out of it.”

A wistful reminiscence of this morning: his brown eyes searching your soul, the way he’ll cradle you against him, his gentle way of talking to you. “He treats me well.”

“If you have that, then you can have anything.”

“As long as that’s what he wants.”

“And you, too,” she says. “But also know this: sometimes things end. But that doesn’t mean it was for nothing.”

You nod as though you agree, but the very thought makes your body run cold. You don’t know what you’d do without how Joel makes you feel. Maybe it would be like having no air to breathe. Maybe it would be something that you’d have to drown in bottles. But all you say is: “I’ll remember that.”

~*~

When you finally climb back into Joel’s truck at the end of the day, it feels as though you have been away from him for a year. Actually, it was a short day, only six hours. You still missed him. You did. But now that you’re here again with him, you’re at a loss. Do you kiss him? Hug him? What are you supposed to say?

“Hi,” you say, sitting back in the seat and folding your hands in your lap.

“Hey,” Joel says back. “Work good?”

“Yeah, just felt like it went by pretty slow.”

He twists around in his seat, puts his hand on the back of yours as he reverses out of the parking spot. Butterflies flip in your stomach. He may as well be touching you. 

“So, I was thinkin’,” Joel says once he’s on the road. “Maybe I could take you out somewhere tonight. Drove around town some while you were gone. Saw at least one restaurant, a movie theater of some sort. Could be a proper date.”

“A proper date,” you echo softly. “Been a while.”

In fact, it’d been about three years. You’re too reclusive now. And the pickings were always slim, to begin with.

“Yeah.” He chuckles. “Me too.”

But the butterfly wings are fluttering frantically now. This is something more. This is like that.

“Okay, yes, a date. I’d love to.”

You see the brightness of his smile out of the corner of your eye, and then he’s reaching into your lap to slip your hand into his. Holds it all the way back home. And you’re floating; the only thing that keeps you from touching the clouds is the roof of his truck.

When you make it back, walk through the front door together, it all feels right. Like this is one of thousands of times. Like you have been doing this for twenty years. Of course, he wouldn’t leave when you’re gone. Only now has the thought even re-entered your mind. 

“You wanna go lay down for a little while?” you ask him. “Kinda tired.”

He’s hanging his coat up on the rack, looks over at you. “Sounds good.”

You kick off your pretty little heeled boots–the ones that you never really wear anymore because of all the walking you do. The ones you’ve always loved so much. 

“Hey, why don’t you wear those tonight?”

You hide your smile. “Maybe I’ve got something even better.” You don’t give him a chance to answer before you’re walking back to your room, and there you’re ripping off all your dirty work clothes, plunging into bed.

Behind you, you hear Joel’s belt coming undone and then his outermost clothes coming off. He slides into bed with you, chest against your back, arm wrapped around your waist. You sigh and sink into him, but sleepiness doesn’t find you. Questions linger in your mind. The ones you can now ask. 

“Joel?” you whisper.

“Hm?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“How old are you?”

His soundless laugh rumbles against your back. “You only askin’ me that now?”

“Well, I didn’t know if I could. But we’re going on a date now, so I figure….” The words come out of your mouth, and you realize how dumb they sound. You’re glad you’re not turned to look at him. Your face would be red.

“Darlin’, you’ve known me in all those other ways, and you think I wouldn’t tell you my age? I’m forty-two.”

All of his years fall fluttering like orange autumn leaves. The kind that you’d make a pile of and lay down in, fall asleep in. All of his years wrap you up warm in a blanket, the same way his arms feel around you now.

“Can I ask you one more thing?”

“Yes.”

“What happened with Sarah’s mother?”

This answer does not come with laughter, with the reassurance of something that should have been obvious. It comes only with a long silence. Then, stilted, “We’re not together anymore if that’s what you’re wonderin’.”

“Okay.” A whisper is all you can manage. The rusty nails of shame pin you down.

“It’s alright that you asked, just—” Joel swallows thickly. “It’s no easy answer.”

You turn in his arms, push your head under his chin, face into his neck. “You don’t have to tell me, now or ever.”

The shape of Joel’s grief is a third person wedged between you. It’s a specter, all crooked limbs and gnarled bones. It reaches down his throat and chokes the space where he might let the words pass. It tells him that if he speaks, he will splinter. It wraps him in stony arms and convinces him that the world will be cold from now on. You can feel it, you can know it, because you live with the cold sidled up against your back. Yours is a wild animal, something like a scared doe.

“I want to. It’s just–”

“I know.”

A pause for his own understanding to bloom.

“You’ve been livin’ with something, too.”

“Yes.”

“You don’t have to tell me, neither.”

“I–”

All of it. An attempt to reach out to something beyond. All of it an attempt to strike a match against wet and crumbling logs in a stone circle. To chase out the dark and the cold and the sharp teeth. All of it. An invitation, a hand held out to another frightened voice in the fringes. Try it. Try to make it light with me.

[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

Sweetheart IV

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Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 5.3 K

CW: 18+, minors DNI.*cracks knuckles*: alcohol consumption, cigarettes, bar fighting(m/m), injury, blood, blood tasting, oral(m & f receiving), biting, unprotected sex( DON’T DO IT.)

{Author Commentary: So um..... ahahahhahhhhaaaah.... 🤭 yeah. Enjoy. This fucked me up for good.}

As you opened the battered door you were met with the familiar upbeat energy and mingled smells of your favorite old bar. The old wood floors creaked under your feet as you made your way through the mostly neon-illuminated space to your friends who were clustered by the bar. The few of them sitting on the scuffed bar stools spun around as your standing friends waved at you. “You made it! How was work?” “Not the worst, pretty slow actually. I'm looking forward to the energy being ‘up’ tonight.” “Someone finally gonna unwind a little tonight?” Josh’s smirk-laden voice preceded him as he came up to the group. His jeans were obnoxiously low on his hips, only exaggerated by his tasseled, open vest. You just rolled your eyes at him, turning to the bar to order a whiskey sour. Your friends chuckled, none the wiser. “When do you go on, man?” One of the guys asked, gripping his shoulders like he was preparing a boxer for the ring. “‘Bout twenty minutes. Here to get the shots, band tradition, you know.” He leaned next to you on the bar as you turned away, sipping your drink. 

”Have you ever been to one of our shows?” He addressed you directly, leaning on his side to face you. ”Nope.” You popped the ‘p’ at the end dismissively, taking another drink, not looking at him. He ordered his shots, holding them together with both hands. “You’re in for it.” He leaned into one of your friends on his way back “ -Make sure she’s upfront, I’ve gotta see this reaction.” He laughed, nodding. You looked between them, raising an eyebrow at your friend. “What, am I gonna absolutely hate it? I thought they did like classic rock revival stuff…”. Your friend laughed “No, they do, it's just… kinda loud… and very… Josh.” Your nose wrinkled “Do I even want to ask what that means?” “I think letting you go in blind will be even funnier,” another friend chimed in. “God, what have I signed up for- ?!”

The rest of you chatted and caught up as you waited for showtime. “Ok, everyone who needs one; time to get a new drink before they start.” You downed the last sips of your drink. “Should we do a round of shots? …since that’s ‘the band tradition’” you mockingly repeated his statement. Your friends agreed and you each ordered a shot and your next drinks. As the concentrated alcohol burned warm in your stomach, your group made its way over to the small platform that functioned as a stage. You were playfully cajoled towards the front, leaving you a foot, maybe two, from the ‘stage’. Josh’s twin brother Jake was there, turned to talk to their drummer, and the youngest was all the way to the left ‘god, how’d they even sneak him in here…’. Josh strutted to the front of the stage, swinging his mic cord in hand as he smirked. He held the microphone up to his smile, as the crowd grew, pushing toward the stage. “Good evenaannng!” Josh called out, in an exaggerated loud raspy voice. You snorted, in spite of yourself. He certainly looked ‘right’ on a stage, you couldn’t deny that. The colored lights glowed on his tanned skin, and caught in his curls, illuminating his head like a crown. “As soon as Jake and Danny are done conspiring, we'll be rocking your world tonight” Jake had turned to him, with a nearly identical smirk, hitting a loud chord in lieu of a verbal reply. “Oooooh…” Josh drew out the word as the chord swelled through the room. His voice dipped into its lower register, “Sounds like we’re ready then.” He and Jake shared an understanding laugh before he turned back to the crowd. 

A catchy alternating guitar riff started, as Josh tuned in occasionally "aaa-ah… aaa-ah", till the riff changed and Josh suddenly emitted a draw out, gravely "OOOOOHHH-OOOH, MA-MA-" before his more typically nasally voice returned to sing upbeat the chorus. Your cheeks warmed slightly, as the shot from earlier worked its way through your bloodstream. Your head had started nodding in time with the music, it was almost impossible not to. And you couldn't help but smirk at the way Josh strutted around, shamelessly, hips forward and body rolling at any opportunity. The large silver buckle of his belt continuously glinted in the stage lights, drawing your eyes down more than once. You took in the familiar sight of the slight protrusion of his stomach, his barely-there happy trail, and a tan line -just visible over the top of his jeans when he leaned back. Warmth traveled down your body, settling between your legs. 'Oh god- I've pavloved myself…' you chuckled to yourself as your eyes returned to his face for the final resolving notes of the song. An intentionally sliding vocalization of "-suga-ar…" left Josh's mouth as his head tipped back, displaying his adam's apple and slightly heaving chest. His head snapped up as the song ended, displaying his same playful smirk to the crowd. You tore your eyes away, sipping your drink, giving your friends an eyebrow-raised smirk to say 'I see what you meant now.' Another catchy, jumping riff started, Josh's voice alternating between a more whiny vocalization and raspy "ooh"s. "No- Nobody loves ya, when you're dead and go-uh-oone -uh-oone, OOOOH-'' his undeniably moan-like intonation made your eyes widen, snapping back to his face in shock. It was so shamelessly close to his moaning from between your legs that morning at the cabin. The vibrations from the amps seemed to fill your body, all your nerves coming alive as your mind flashed through a few choice moments. The song carried on, returning to its fast-paced rambling chorus and pausing for a guitar riff. You were distracted, trying to keep your expression neutral, and your thoughts in the current moment. The song culminated in the final "my-my-my-" and resolute pounding of the drums. As the symbol's glittering sound echoed through the hall Josh turned, meeting your eyes for a final breathy, whining "Unhh-ohhh…" 

"I need a smoke." You turned around, patting your friend's shoulder to let you by. She nodded, seemingly not putting together what induced your flight. She stepped aside, keeping her eyes on the stage. You freed yourself from the crowd, taking a long sip from your drink before heading toward the back patio. You stopped in the bathroom, trying not to linger on how pink your face was in the mirror as you washed your hands. You headed to the patio, hoping it would be empty. To your great annoyance, there was a group of guys laughing and talking loudly. You made your way to an empty corner, leaning back on the metal fence that encompassed the area. You dug your lighter and pack of cigarettes from the pocket of your leather jacket. His face kept flashing in your mind. You lit your cigarette, leaving the pack on the small table next to you. His open mouth panting against the microphone echoed in your ear. Your mind melded them with the sounds of him panting into his arm as you played with him that morning at the ski lodge. When he looked at you from the stage the lights had shifted from purple to blue, illuminating his face in a way not unlike the lights from the hot tub that unforeseen night. You took a drag of your almost abandoned cigarette, exhaling it slowly. That night on the back porch, he’d trailed his thumb across your hand, hoping to distract you. You chuckled to yourself, taking another drag. ‘Cinnamon toast… the two of us had actually stood in my kitchen and eaten fucking cinnamon toast. What is happening…’

“You get enough of that fruit’s screaming too?” A man’s voice yanked you into the present moment. You blinked, registering a man from the group that had previously occupied the other half of the patio, now standing next to you. You took a step back, as he’d approached too close for your liking. His use of that disgusting term immediately made your brow harden. “Yeah… don't see you doing any better up there” you said, giving him a dismissive scan with your eyes before looking away. He laughed it off, showing no sign of leaving as he watched you take another drag. "Do you wanna see me?" "Not my type." You said, deadpan. Your arm extended slightly between the two of you to flick the ash off your cigarette. His hand wrapped around your wrist, not hard but in this context, the gesture alone had all the alarm bells ringing. You heard the patio door open but you couldn’t see, as you'd effectively been cornered. "Don't be coy-" "I'm not." He sighed in annoyance, looking over his shoulder, giving you a brief glimpse at 'Josh?' 

His eyes flitted from the man's expression to yours, instantly registering your distress. The man's grip on your wrist was obscured by his frame, but your face was all it took to seemingly spur him into action. "Hey, my girls looking uncomfortable, why don't you give 'er some space-". The man turned to Josh, more fully this time. "Why don't you get back inside, if you know what's good for you." Josh saw his hand on your wrist, his face instantly hardening, a muscle in his jaw flicking noticeably. "Oh! It's gonna be like that-" The last thing you expected after a short snort from Josh was his fist colliding with the man's face. His rippling arm had flown through the air in front of you as if in slow motion. The man stumbled slightly, his dominant hand leaving your wrist to instinctively strike back. His own fist messily swiped Josh's mouth, splitting his lip. Josh, his chest heaving with adrenaline, barely seemed phased as he swung again, connecting with the man's nose. Your hand flew over your mouth. The man swore, pinching his nose as he fumbled toward the door. "That fucking whore isn't worth this shit" He spat on the ground "You two cunts deserve each other." He left with a stream of mumbled profanities. 

"Holy fuck- What just fucking- !" "Are you ok?" He cut off your frantic rambling, lifting your arm gently to look at your wrist "What? Yeah, I- he just thought he was being cute. My wrist is fine, what about your hand? Oh my god, Josh, your lip-" He licked over his bottom lip dazedly, blood continuing to trail down to his chin. He looked like it had just registered to him as he laughed a little. You barred your hand on his shoulder, steering him towards a metal chair by the small patio table, which he flopped in, giving you a lopsided grin. "Stay here. I'm getting you some ice." You made a b-line to the bar, requesting two cups of ice, and grabbing a handful of napkins. Once you had everything you returned to the patio. Josh had taken a cigarette from the pack you’d abandoned on the table and was sitting, legs spread, smoking casually, as blood trailed down his chin. There was a stain across the back of his hand where he’d presumably used it to stop the flow from reaching the collar of his vest. You pulled a chair around to face his, setting your supplies on the table and sitting down. “Hold this on your knuckles.” You handed him one of the thin plastic cups full of ice, shaking your head to yourself in incredulity at the situation. You poured some of the accumulated water from the other cup onto a napkin. You plucked the stained cigarette from his lips, holding it between your own without a second thought as you started dabbing at the blood trail down his neck. His eyes followed the cigarette to your mouth, his tongue trailing across his still swollen lip. After you took a drag and dashed the last of the cigarette, your other hand held his jaw, tipping his head back to swipe under his chin. He chuckled, making his adam’s apple bob. You couldn’t help but join him. As outlandish as the entirety of the situation was, this view was not exactly unfamiliar. You tipped his chin back down with your thumb so you could gently dab around his mouth. You pulled away, still holding his chin as you inspected his face. He sucked on his bottom lip for a second, smirking at you. “What’s the verdict, doc?” he asked teasingly. You scoffed, wrapping a few pieces of ice from the other cup in a clean napkin. You held it to his lip. “I think you’ll live …unfortunately.” A smile split your face before you both laughed, his turning into a grimace as it strained his still open lip. You placed the ice back on his lip. 

You couldn’t help a sigh-like laugh, shaking your head as everything sunk in. You picked up his hand he’d been holding the ice cup to, to inspect it. His knuckles were red, in part due to the ice as well as the impact. "What the fuck Josh…" You said tiredly. "What?" He said somewhat defensively. 'The term 'bratty' came to mind.' "Why'd you do that?" "He's not allowed to grab you. Or talk to you like that…" "Uh, have you heard the way we talk to each other?" He laughed, "No one else talks to my girl that way." Your cheeks warmed at his use of that phrase. A satisfied smile formed on his face as he watched. If you remembered correctly he'd used the same phrase to refer to you when confronting that guy. You shook your head, rolling your eyes slightly. You had forgotten momentarily you were still holding Josh's hand. You looked down as it shifted in yours. He brought your hand with his to rest on his knee, trailing his thumb across it. "So… did ya like the show?" He asked, a quiet teasingly knowing lilt laced in his voice. "Hah… it was certainly something…" You let him hold onto your hand. "Do you need to get back in there?" "Nah, it was a short set, there's another group going on right now." You hadn't even registered the music when you'd gone inside to get the ice. "You bolted pretty quick, something on your mind?" Josh had leaned forward in his seat, tilting his head at you. 'Yeah your whorish moans… and what they felt like vibrating through me.' Josh just chuckled at your repressed expression.

"Why don't you crash at my place? …you can help me 'lick my wounds'" he perked his eyebrows at you suggestively before standing up, still holding your hand. "And what are we gonna tell everyone else?" You raised an eyebrow at him as you stood up. "That I got bloodied up defending your honor, so now you have to pay for my uber." He joked. "My 'honor?' You don't seem too concerned about ‘my honor’ when we're together", you laughed as you started gathering the dirtied tissues into the cup, handing it to him to toss in the nearby trash can. He tossed it before pulling you in slightly by your still adjoined hands. His voice was lower, almost hushed, "And you didn't exactly seem put off by my blood on that cigarette... I think we tend to bring out another side of each other…" the tip of his tongue glided across his lower lip, trailing fresh blood with it. Your eyes widened in embarrassment, your pulse increasing as he leaned in. “You can give it a taste…” You hated when he showed off just how easy he could read you. 'You hated him most of the time, right?' But you had been thinking about it, as you'd been staring at his lips the whole time, even though it should be the last thing on your mind when addressing an injury. It's so fucked up but… he was offering. You brought your free hand up to cup his jaw as you leaned in. Your lips were already parted, your tongue slipped out to give a slight kitten-lick to his lower lip before you took it between yours, sealing it in a kiss. The slight metallic taste registered on your tongue as you sucked his bottom lip gently. His free hand came to your waist, gripping it slightly. He exhaled through his nose, the end turning into a slight whine as he pulled you closer. ‘Oh god, the whining. His desperate, needy whining…’ The flame flickering inside you suddenly raged.

You held his jaw so he couldn’t follow you as you pulled back slightly. “We need to go.” ‘-before I ravage you right here.’ He smiled at you, swiping his thumb under his lip. "I'll get an Uber, you text the group." Of course, he left the annoying part to you. "Ugh." You lightly shoved his face away, digging your phone from your pocket. [Josh got himself socked in the mouth by some prick on the patio. I'm making him go home, probably heading out, myself.] You sent it to one of your closer friends, knowing she'd tell the rest if needed. When you looked up from your phone Josh turned his screen to you. "Car should be here in a few minutes." He put his phone back in his pocket, still grinning at you. "My place is like 11 minutes away. …'Think you can keep your hands off me till we get home?" "I think you should worry about yourself, in that regard." You reached up, tucking a curled finger under his chin before the pad of your thumb dragged down his bottom lip, parting his lips slightly. You tilted your head, inspecting his slightly swollen lip. "Huh-" he opened his mouth slightly more, almost asking for your finger in his mouth. You released his chin, bringing the pad of your thumb between your own lips, sucking it momentarily. A taunting smirk formed on your face as you backed towards the door. Josh swallowed, hard, his jaw muscle flickering as he clenched his jaw shut. His eyes had followed your hand to your lips, staying there as he started following you back towards the front of the bar. 

When you both got through the crowd and out the front door Josh checked his phone again before motioning to a black minivan that was pulling up. The two of you got in your respective car doors, greeting your driver. Josh gave the woman his address, while somehow casually lifting your legs to rest across his lap. To the driver, it probably appeared to be a casual display of affection between a drunk couple. You bit your lip, raising an eyebrow at him and giving him a small, disbelieving head shake. He just grinned at you, outwardly innocent, but very clearly mocking you. He rested a warm palm on your leg, above your knee. The tips of his fingers rested just between your legs. You broke eye contact to look down at his hand, expecting him to slowly trail up your thigh or possibly give it a squeeze. But it remained still, resting there relaxedly. 'So that's the game…' You considered your next move for a moment. Your hand rested on the back of his neck, your nails trailing across his scalp at the base of his skull. Your fingers lazily splayed and retracted through the shorter hair on the lower part of his head. An 'innocent' gesture, by all appearances. His head turned towards you subtly, a slight pursing of his lips giving a subtle tell. His jaw shifted and you could tell he was biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smirking at you, but it was all in his eyes. ‘11 minutes huh… ’ Your hand paused as you scooted more fully onto his lap, your legs extended across the seat next to him. Burying your face in his neck, you exhaled warm breath against his skin, -like a sleepy, drunk girlfriend, of course. He exhaled out of his nose in place of a scoff, fully aware of what you were doing. His hands held you so you didn’t slide off his lap with the jostling on the car. Of course, his hands’ grip, one hand on your waist, the other on your thigh, were unceremoniously tense. You chuckled into his neck, receiving a low, wry hum from his chest in reply. You stayed that way for a few minutes, the car occasionally shifting and grinding you into his lap, to his growing desperation. The car rolled to a stop. "We're here," he said to you, keeping up the bit, his voice syrupy sweet. 'Eugh'. "Want me to carry you in?" You smirked against his neck. "Hmm… no." You shifted yourself off his lap, intentionally grazing your hand over his tented pants as you turned toward the door, opening it and hopping out. You straightened your oversized black suede leather jacket against the wind as you waited for him to thank the driver and get out. Once he'd closed the car door, he turned back to you as the car drove off. He was grinning at you and shaking his head in disbelief. "You're… you're- a piece of fucking work." You doubled over laughing “‘want me to carry you?’ What was that voice??” He inevitably joined you, your combined laughter echoing in the empty night air.

You followed him to the door, each of you letting out an occasional delayed laugh. He opened the door and ushered you in, locking it behind himself. Similar to him at your place, you’d only been here on a few occasions with the group. But you weren't all too interested in the interior at that moment. Your hand went to the base of his neck, pushing him back into the door with a satisfying thud. His tongue darted out to lick over his lips in anticipation. You leaned in, lathing your tongue over his before licking into his parted lips. As he welcomed you in, his hands snaked under your jacket and rested on your lower back. You shrugged the jacket off, hanging it on the doorknob next to him. You scanned your eyes down his torso, your hands trailed down his chest, pushing the sides of his already open vest further apart. You pinched his nipples briefly, making him bite his lip, smirking at you as your nails grazed down his sides. "You like feeling cute up there? In your slutty little outfits…" your fingers brushed over the slight curve of his lower stomach and down his happy trail. A few fingers hooked on his belt buckle as you looked back up at his face. His cheeks were tinged, eyes slightly dilated, but he just chuckled. “That fuckin mouth of yours…” he shook his head at you, eyes locked on your lips. “Hmh.” You pulled his hips forward slightly by his buckle “Last I remember, you had no complaints about it”. You unbuckled his belt, undoing the front of his pants and sliding your hand into his boxers, giving him a squeeze. Your eyes stayed trained on his face as his eyes went from watching your hand to rolling back as he closed them. His head fell back against the door as a pitiful sound escaped his throat. You began working over his length, as best you could within the confines of his boxers. Your lips met his neck, bringing out another sound, making his hands from your lower back grip at your hips. "Hunh-". Your kiss wandered up his neck, taking the small gold loop in his earlobe between your teeth briefly. "Should we take this to your room?" "Yeah…" he waited for you to pull your hand from his pants. 

"Lead the w-woah." Before you could finish your sentence he'd picked you up, hiking your legs around his waist, making his way down the hall. Your hands instinctively gripped his shoulders, a short giggle leaving your mouth. After a turn down another hall, he approached a door, pushing it open with one hand. He made his way to the full bed, tossing you gently onto its soft brown quilt. You untied the straps of your small black halterneck before pulling it over your head, your breasts splaying slightly as you laid there, watching him shrug off his vest and toss it on a chair. He didn't break his stare, his eyes roamed over you, hungrily. He didn't bother with his own pants, instead, he stepped up to the edge of the bed, grabbing your legs and pulling you towards him. He undid your shorts, slipping them down your legs. Suddenly he was kneeling by the bed, making you sit up slightly to watch him. He smoothly pulled your panties down, before impatiently hooking his arms around your thighs, and finally getting his mouth on you. His first instinct was sliding his tongue up the length of your heat before warming it over your already sensitive clit. "Oh god-" you ran your hands into his soft curls, tightening in his hair instantly as his tongue continued to play with you. He moaned against you before pulling your thighs apart slightly as they attempted to clamp around his head. His mouth shifted to your thigh, teeth sinking into the soft flesh. “Holy- fuck!” When he pulled away slightly to lick over the bite you saw a trace of blood escaping his lower lip again. It was gone with a swipe of his tongue. His mouth returned to you, as he'd caught his breath. He returned to devouring you, hungrily, making you clench around nothing as your hips stuttered needily. He emitted a self-satisfied hum around you, his movements slowing to a stop as he slowly pulled off.  His eyes were heavily lidded as they took you in before finally meeting yours. Your hands cupped the sides of his face, urging him up from the ground. He met your lips, boldly introducing his tongue which now had a slight taste of your own arousal. 

Your hands reached for his abandoned open pants. He straightened up fully, ending the kiss to allow you a better angle to begin tugging down his pants. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Your hands roamed up his sides as he stood in front of you. They trailed back down, hooking the sides of his boxers, tugging them down too till he took over, discarding them hastily. You scooted back from the edge of the bed slightly, pulling his hips forward till he braced one of his knees on the edge of the bed next to you. Your hand traveled up his thigh before wrapping around his still hard cock. You gave the underside a long slow lick before taking him in your mouth. You took him in as far as you could, swallowing around him. "Hmh-" he wined in restraint. You mentally smiled to yourself, as you started sucking him, torturously slow. Your nails lazily grazed around his hips to his lower back before you held his hips, pulling them forward slightly, giving him permission to move. His hand moved, surprising you by cupping the side of your jaw, instead of your hair. His hips began rolling forward, as his breathing became less contained. His head hung back momentarily, his chest rising erratically. When he looked down at you again, his thumb stroked over your cheek, lips parting as if he was gonna say something. You pulled back, paying some extra attention to his slightly leaking head before releasing him. You leaned in, kissing his stomach before nipping it briefly "Get on the bed."

He leaned off the bed before flopping on his back near the center of the mattress. He reached towards you needily as you turned towards him. You got fully on the bed, standing on your knees to straddle his hips. His hands traveled over your thighs as soon as they were in reach. "My bedside table, there should be condoms in the drawer." "I'm covered… are you-?" "I'm clean, but… ya' sure?" His eyebrows peaked curiously, his hands still roaming your thighs absently. "Yeah, I trust you." It felt like a weird thing to say in the heat of the moment. 'I… trust him? I mean I guess… but when did that happen…' you hoped the warmth you felt in your face would be missed among the other signs of your physical exertion so far. He was smirking at you, playfully. "Since when?" His tone was light, humorous, and clearly rhetorical, making you both laugh briefly. Josh reached over his head, grabbing some pillows and tucking them under his head so he was sat up slightly. "I gotta see this" he offered as an explanation as you watched him. You rolled your eyes, your hand traveling up his chest to encompass the base of his neck again, now that it was within reach. "Hmm…"  his hand on your thigh was suddenly tracing a line up your center. His middle finger circled your clit before trailing back and slipping inside of your practically dripping center. Your hand tightened slightly in anticipation as he added his index finger, curling them deliciously. Your hips rocked forward, begging for more. After teasing you for a bit longer he slowly removed his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth. Your eyes flitted several times from his little show of sucking on his fingers to your own hand. 

You held his cock as you centered yourself over him sinking down, finally taking him in. A slight moan left your mouth. His hands squeezed your thighs, his hips arching off the bed instinctively to meet you, making you suck in a surprised breath. You sat more fully, bringing his hips back to the bed. You leaned over him, meeting his lips in a fervent kiss as your hips started rolling. You found your rhythm quickly and found yourself tensing around him as the pleasure pulsed through you. He broke the kiss, panting as he kissed down your neck desperately. “Fuck, you’re- you’re too good.”  You were about to pause and taunt him if he was cumming that quick, but he continued, “I’m not gonna be able to stay away from you-” “then don’t.” His hips stuttered and his grip tightened on your hips. Your mouth was hovering next to his ear as your hips slowed. “Fuck me, Josh. Show me how good it is.” His hips immediately picked up a desperate pace as his grip held your hips close. ‘Oh fuck’. The new intensity culminated inside you as the echoes of his panting breath and his skin smacking against yours filled your ears. Just as your face fell to his neck, seeking out his soft skin for some reprieve, you felt the tips of his fingers. They joined his rhythm, playing with your clit, adding to fire that threatened to consume you. You sucked at the skin of his neck harshly till it all became too much to hold back. “Thats right, come on me, sweetheart”, he pleaded. Pleasure overtook you, making your mind go blank for a moment.Your vision went white with stars from behind your closed eyelids. Suddenly you were being shifted, flipped over on your back, Josh remaining inside you through the transition. He was leaned over you, bracing himself on one arm. His free hand held your leg where it had wrapped around him when he rolled over, his hips resuming a less coordinated pace. “That’s my girl- so fuckin sweet-”. Your nails raked down his back, making him groan. His forehead rested on yours, hot breath exchanging between your open lips as you felt his hot cum fill you. He emitted a final softer, higher-pitched sound, before he slowed to a stop.

The room echoed with your asynchronized panting. Josh’s hand unlinked your leg from his waist, gently lowering it to the bed. He pulled out of you slowly, shifting down the bed just slightly before collapsing on you. The side of his face rested on your rising and falling chest. His hands lazily massaged your hips as he caught his breath. Your hand cradled his head, trailing through his hair absently as you stared at the ceiling. “...We’re not just friends, are we?…”. You felt Josh laughing silently against you, “nah… I don’t think we ever were…”

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Sacrifice

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Pack x Reader

Request Summary: You're Scotts twin sister and make a sacrifice for the good of the pack

Warnings: death, panic attack, angst, murder described, death described, reader death; I know for a fact I've missed some and this one is pretty fucking rough, as always read at your own risk.

A/N: This one is angsty, and just a tad longer than normal, consider it my apology to nonnie for taking so damn long on this request. I hope you guys love it, and again, this one is rough, read at your own risk.

You're able to grab one of the fucking resilient demonic ninja's off of Isaac. You could smell his pain, his blood, and you could smell Allisons determination. The second one on Isaac was shot with Allisons arrow, it's glowing green, fighting with the clear pain it's experiencing. With a split decision you're next to Allison, pushing her out of the way, a sharp pain through your chest, and then you're numb.

Allison's face is rampant with fear, her shirt holding a tiny cut that didn't grace the skin. Good, she's okay, and then you're falling.

You don't hit the ground though, your brother, Scott, holding your face with a stray tear falling down his face. You reach up and wipe it away, "It's okay Scotty, it doesn't hurt." Scott chokes back a sob, his hand gently rubbing yours, "Is everyone else okay?" Scott starts to speak, his voice betraying him, sounding mangled, "Yeah, everyone is okay Y/n, you're gonna be okay too." You shook your head, "Not in the way you think I am," Scott finally releases a sob, "no, no, big brother," he tries to laugh, trying to give you a little peace with your joke that even though he's minutes older, he's still older, "it's okay, yeah? Me and you, fighting tooth and nail. This was the best gift I could've ever gotten, I love you, and I love the pack. This is okay." You reach behind him, fingers tangled into his hair, you pull him to you and kiss his forehead. "Don't let them blame themselves, and don't blame yourself," another kiss to his cheek, "I love you big brother."

Scott's memories with you flashes before his eyes as the color in yours goes out, how did we get here?

"Scott! You okay?" You look over his body for injuries, he hisses at you making contact with his torso. "Scott, what's wrong? Did you get bit by something too?" Scott's eyebrows raise, "What do you mean 'too'? Did you get bit?" You roll your eyes and turn around, shirt stained with blood, "Yeah, I managed to get away from the fucker while rolling down some hill, now let me see yours." You swat him away, lifting his shirt and taking a good look at the bite mark, "Okay, not too bad, you fix me up and I'll fix you up? Not a word to mom, got it?" Scott nods, walking with you into the house to take care of the bite marks.

Scott can't feel anything, surrounded by you, your lifeless body. His anger, no, pain, soars through him as his eyes glow, a roar deep within him. The only thing anyone in his pack can hear is the scream from Lydia's lips and the roar of pain from Scott.

Isaac barely notices the sound around him, only his own heartbeat in his ears as he listened to yours fade away.

"Isaac you fucking idiot!" You slapped Isaac on the back of the head, he looks at you with lost, glowing, puppy dog eyes, "Sorry, Y/n." His eyes dull to his normal brown and you frown, "You've gotta do better honey, you can't lose control like that, you'll kill someone and I know that's not what you want." Isaac sits on the metal bench in the locker room, head in his hands, "I don't know that I'll ever be able to."

You sigh, sitting next to him with your hand rubbing his back, "You will, just give it time, until then, you've gotta find something that works for you, something that prevents you from breaking someone fucking ribs Isaac." You voice becomes elevated again towards the end, irritated at Isaac's recklessness. "Yeah," he leans his head down to your shoulder, "I know firecracker."

Scott is blind to the feeling on his bloody hand, only noticing it when Allison's tears hit it. Allison brushes a hair out of your face, you looked peaceful, she's eternally grateful for you, for what you did for her tonight and what you've done for her up until this point.

"Allison, fuck," you huff, pulling yourself up from the ground, "let's do it again, I know that this isn't you, your aim is perfect, let it all go and focus on me okay?" She sighs, shaking the bow in her hand, "Maybe the fact that I could actually hurt you isn't helping." You're eye to eye with her, both hands on her face, eyes glowing, "No, you won't hurt me, I'm invincible remember?" She laughs, shaking her head, "Alright, last time." You grin ear to ear and took off running. Allison brings the bow up, listening to you run. She sees glimpses of you, through the trees, and the arrow is gone. She sighs, she didn't hit you, she's shouting at you "I told you! I can't do it!"

You touch her back, startling her, she lets out a small yelp and turns to you. Her eyes go wide when she sees the arrow sticking out of your shoulder. "Oh, Jesus Y/n," her bow drops and she's bringing her hands up to try and get it to stop bleeding. "Oh quit being a pussy and pull it out," you rolled your eyes, grabbing her wrist and bringing it to the arrow in your shoulder. "I'm so sorry I hit you-" she pulls it out and you let out a long groan, already feeling better with the object dislodged. "Don't be sorry, you hit me, let's do it again." Allisons eyes widen, if that's even possible, and shakes her head, "No, absolutely not." You laugh, "Lighten up buttercup, I'm invincible remember? And this time I'm not going easy." She scoffs at you, "Easy? Oh I see how it is, run little wolf, run." With that, you take off running, Allison laughing at your excitement.

Kira is frozen, she feels like she died, you were her best friend. Over anyone else, you'd been the first to accept her, the first to fight for her, the first one she'd confided in.

"Kira, what the hell are you saying?" You're sitting with your arms crossed at a picnic table, nose in your homework. "I-I know that we were friends first, so I was going to tell you first, before I said any-" You slam your hand one the table, "Kira, baby, spit it out, fuck." This is the you realize that Kira's scent holds fear and anxiety. "Kira, what's wrong?" You're more serious now, waiting for the bomb to drop that there's another fight to be had. "I like Scott, like like him, Jesus please don't be mad." You burst into full laughter, tears streaming from your eyes.

When you calm down Kira is staring at you, piddling with the strings on her sleeves. "Oh, my god," you laugh again, trying to calm yourself. "You're not mad?" You laugh harder, smacking the table a few times, "Jesus Christ no, I can't believe-" you stand up still laughing, hugging her. "I don't give a shit," rubbing her back, "you had nothing to worry about, as long as you don't get mad if I fuck your dad." Kira jerks back, shock on her face, "Y/n!" You laugh harder, "I'm fucking kidding, jeez," you sit back down, "fucking sit down and gush to me about my brother."

She shakes herself out of it when she feels her mother enclose her in a hug. Tears finally falling.

Lydia's scream has finally ended, and she's inconsolable. Memories flooding through her head as she lays her head on an unconscious Stiles.

"Lydia god dammit," you truck to the pool, "did you find another one?" You stop at the strong scent of blood, rushing to Lydia, Stiles right behind you. "Are you hurt?" Lydia shakes her head, staring at you, "I already called 911." Stiles looks hurt, arguing with Lydia over why she should call him before the police, but you push him to the side. "Heya honey," you wrap your arms around her waist, "it's okay, don't listen to Stiles grumpy ass, let's me and you go sit." You're not sure why you aren't phased by the body next to you, but you let Stiles do whatever he needs to do for Scott while you try and get Lydia's head back down to Earth.

"Hey Lyds, dontcha think you're a little overdressed to come to the pool?" She lets out a small chuckle and you relax a little, "This can't be my new normal, Y/n. Finding dead bodies? I can't take this." You hold her hand, sighing, "None of us asked for this Lydia, I'm so sorry. If you want I can stay with you for a few days, follow you if you zonk out again?" Lydia just nods, and she feels for the first time that you're as much her best friend as Allison.

Lydia can't stop crying, Scott is trying to get ahold of himself, Kira is crying with her mother, Isaac is breathless and in pain, and Allison is held by her father.

"She did it for me dad," Allison sobs, her father already made sure she wasn't hurt, "she did it for me and I don't know why." Chris shushes her, running his fingers through her hair, grateful for your sacrifice so his beautiful girl could live. "She did it because she loved you," Allison sobs harder, "I know sweet girl, but listen, we have to deal with this. You can cry, scream, break things later, but now? Now we get our stories straight." Allison nods, and her dad is off to Scott to prep him.

When Stiles finds out, it's like every cell in his body failed him. Scott caught him and pulled him into a hug, tears streaming down his face. "I know. I know brother." Stiles can't breathe, it's been a long time since he's had a panic attack, but here he is, without you, panicking.

"Stiles," you sigh, throwing a ball against his ceiling and back into your hand, sprawled out on his bed, "you've gotta stop." Stiles shakes his head, "No, no there is something here!" He tosses the books to the floor, you get off the bed, wrapping your arms around him from behind, "You'll find it but you're not going to without sleep. Come on." You tug him back to his bed, "Let's nap, and then we'll come back to all," you gesture to his board covered in multicolored string, "this." Stiles sighs heavily, letting you pull him to the bed. It's not the first time, and certainly wouldn't be the last, that you've convinced him to sleep. He crawls in next to you and you throw your arm open, allowing him to lay his head over your heart. He falls asleep to the lull of the thump thump thump.

Stiles shakes himself out of the memory, remembering that he'll never hear that beautiful sound again and vows to hold onto it. He lets out a pained, choked sob, "Scott-" Scotts arms are around him still, Scott can smell the guilt coming off of the small man, "Don't - It was not your fault Stiles. It wasn't anyone's fault." Scott lets Stiles cry, mourn his best friend, the woman he's come to love like his own sister. "Have you told Derek?" Scott sighs, Stiles already knows the answer.

When they get to Derek's place, Derek opens the door, already smelling them and their horribly displaced emotions. "What is it?" Scott lets himself in, Stiles following close behind him and he's checking for his little flame, and when you're nowhere to be found, his heart sinks. "Where's Y/n?" Derek can smell the grief coming off of Scott in waves, not missing the anger that hides beneath it. "Fuck, my little flame," his voice sounds broken, barely audible to the human boy who stares sorrowful at him.

"Derek Hale!" You kick the door open to home, "Derek Hale! Get your ass out here!" Derek almost materializes behind you, but you're just as quick as he is. "Derek Hale! I oughtta kill you, you son of a bitch!" You march to him, taking him off guard by your fist that collides into his face. He's knocked back a couple feet, staring at you with glowing eyes. Your eyes match his, "I am not afraid of your eyes, wolf boy! You turned three people!" Derek shrugs, "So what if I did?" You go for a second punch, this time caught by Derek, he can't smell a single ounce of fear, only fury.

"They knew what they were getting into," Derek lets go of your hand. "Oh, fuck you, Derek," you shove him back, "you can spin that stupid story to whoever you want, but you and I know better." Derek shrugs, "So what? They're better now, stronger, and they like it." You let out a deep growl, "Did you tell them about the death?" You step forward towards him, "Did you tell them how they'd be pulled into every murder in this town?" You shove him back again, following his step backwards, "Did you tell them of the pain? Did you? Of course not." Your hand grasps his chin, squeezing painfully with your claws out, making him look at you, "Hear me Derek Hale and hear me good. If anything," you squeezed him harder, bringing a hiss from him, "and I mean anything, happens to them, I will hurt you." You back away and head out of his house, stopping at his door, "And trust me, I'm a fire you can't put out." He laughs, watching you walk away, but mumbling just where you can barely hear, "I have a feeling I don't want to be burned by your flame."

A growl explodes from his lips, pain filling his entire being. You've been the glue that holds them all together, bringing them back from the brink again and again. How could they survive without you?

Months after your death, they've settled back into the groove of things, nothing ever feels the same without you though.

They talk about you all the time, Stiles has a tendency to try and calm people down like you did. Trying to help keep everyone grounded. He's nowhere near as good at it like you were, but he's trying. Allison keeps your memory around by never changing her lock screen, a picture of everyone in the pack resting on the screen she checks every five minutes. Isaac has found a new anchor, with Scott's help, using himself to be able to control the rage that flurries inside of him after your death. Lydia lives for adopting your fire, absolutely never keeping her mouth shut much to everyone's dismay, but it's a way to keep your image around. Kira has become closer to Allison and Lydia, but she knows they'll never replace you. They don't laugh at her like you did when she talks about Scott, and it's a painful memory. Derek's become much more involved with Scott's pack, dedicated to doing what he can for not fighting by your side the right you died, a debt he'll never repay. Scott finds his peace in his pack, but the hole in his heart for his sister will never fade, like the newly placed fire tattoo on his forearm will never fade.

They are all eternally grateful.

They all know it'll never be the same.

They all hate your sacrifice.

[ragingbookdragon]

Even Though We May Be Hopeless Hearts Just Passing Through, I Was Made For Loving You PT. 1

Batsis x Kyle Rayner

Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I realize the other story didn't follow the whole, dating the brother's best friend trope, so I decided to remedy it. And what do you get when you cross a hopeless romantic with someone who's new to love? Perfection. That's what. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Saturday mornings, in Dick’s opinion, were meant for sleeping in and quite possibly going to IHOP when everyone finally crawled out of bed at ten. They were not meant for being shoved in the side by a little brother.

“Golden-boy,” a voice grouched from beneath the bedside. “Your phone’s been going off for an hour. Either put it on silent or answer the goddamn thing.”

Dick let out a tired ‘pfft’, rolling onto his stomach, face buried in the side of the bed as he looked down to the floor. “Annoyed much, Little-wing?”

“I am going to shove that phone so far up your—”

Reaching over, Dick put the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

Where are you?

“Still in bed,” he responded, sentence ending in a groan as he stretched. “Why?”

You were supposed to be on the flight back to Gotham two hours ago.

Dick’s eyes went wide, and he sat up, gaping at the bedside clock. “It’s today.”

It is today. I can’t believe you forgot it was today.

“Oh my God, it’s today and we missed our flight.” He stumbled out of the bed, barely registering the shout from Jason as his foot landed in his brother’s stomach. “Jason, get up! It’s today!’

“What’s today?” his little brother griped, rubbing his abdomen.

“(Y/N)’s coming back!”

Jason’s eyes went wide, and he scrambled to his feet, hurriedly finding his bag to change out of his nightclothes. “Christ, I can’t believe we forgot that (Y/N) was coming home today!” he looked at Dick. “This is your fault.”

“My fault?” Dick yelped. “How is this my fault!”

He scowled. “Big brother wanted everyone to be with a sibling for the night, so they’d be together and be punctual but you and I both know neither of us have any concept of time.” His scowl grew. “I knew I should’ve bunked with Cass. She’s on time no matter what happens.”

Dick threw Jason’s sweatshirt at him. “Dress now, bitch later.” He put the phone back to his ear. “We missed our flight, but we can drive there.”

Your car’s in the shop.

“Shit,” he hissed, spinning in a circle to help his brain circuit enough to think of something new. “Uh-uh-uh—”

“Kyle!” Jason shouted, pointing at him. “Kyle’s like thirty minutes away from Manhattan! We’ll go to him for a ride!”

Dick grinned. “We’ll find Kyle.”

You sure Kyle’s at home?

“Pfft, Kyle’s always home on the weekends. He’s lazy.”

Just get here. (Y/N)’s plane is going to land in less than four hours.

“We’ll be there,” he said. “Is Diana coming too?”

Of course. She is (Y/N)’s mother.

“Nice. Alright, see you in Gotham, Bruce.”

Love you boys. And be careful. I’ve already heard that Cass, Tim, and Steph got into a fender-bender with Damian and Duke.

Dick blinked. “They’re…they’re legitimately driving separate cars? How’d they hit each other?”

Don’t ask.

The line went dead, and Dick looked at his brother. “Ready?”

Jason nodded. “Already got an Uber to Kyle’s place.”

“We could always just Uber to Gotham?” he offered, and Jason recoiled with a shocked look.

“And pay a ridiculous amount of money instead of just paying Kyle’s gas? Fuck no, big brother.” He shoved his wallet and keys into his pockets. “C’mon!” he chirped, rather excitedly. “Our baby sister’s coming home!”

***

When he swung the door open to yell at whoever was pounding on it, he wasn’t expecting to see two of his best friends grinning like idiots. “Wha—”

He’d barely gotten a word out when Jason shoved a bag of fast food in his hands. “Get dressed. You’ve gotta drive us to Gotham City.”

Kyle blinked, glancing down at the bag before looking at Dick. “Why?”

“Our sister’s coming home, and we overslept and missed out flight outta here.”

“And you came to me…why?” he asked.

“Because you have the functioning car.” Jason retorted, antsy on his feet. “C’mon Kyle. We have to hurry! (Y/N)’s coming home!”

Figuring it was better to agree than to argue, Kyle relented, handing back the bag of food before he disappeared into his apartment, reappearing moments later, dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, a graphic tee, and his usual slim casual jacket. He took the bag back and started digging around in it.

“Who’s (Y/N)?” he inquired, biting into a breakfast burrito as he locked his front door behind him.

“Our baby sister.” Jason said.

“I thought Cass was your baby sister?”

Dick nodded, getting out his own breakfast from the bag. “She is. But (Y/N)’s like…the OG baby sister.”

Kyle blinked, glancing over at him as he pushed the elevator button. “That makes no sense.”

“He means that (Y/N) was around before Cass was.”

“And she isn’t with you guys why?”

“She’s been on Themyscira for the last few years training with her grandmother and the other Amazons.” Jason answered as if it was the most normal thing in the world, stepping onto the elevator.

Kyle merely stared at the two brothers who were looking back at him; he felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. “Wait, your sister’s an Amazon?”

“Yep.”

“Who’s her mom?” he asked, stepping between them.

“Wonder Woman.” Dick said.

Strike two. “Who’s her dad?”

“Batman.” Jason responded.

Believe it or not, Kyle went three for three punches to the gut. “Bruce and Diana had a kid together?”

“Yeah.” Dick murmured. “I think it’s also why B’s so insistent against inter-team-relations.” He nudged Jason behind Kyle. “First time he attempts dating a coworker he ends up with a baby.”

Jason snorted. “And all those lessons about, ‘Children, whatever you do, don’t date anyone on your team. It’ll only lead to babies and limited visitation’.” He laughed again, then he frowned. “I don’t think any of us have followed that lesson.”

Dick opened his mouth to make an excuse but all that came out was a pitiful, deflate of air followed by, “That’s actually a good point.”

The elevator dinged and they watched the doors open before walking out towards the parking garage. They climbed into Kyle’s car, Jason in the front because his legs were longer than Dick’s, and Dick was a contortionist anyways so if anyone deserved to have their knees in their chest, it was him.

Halfway through the drive Kyle asked, “You guys are paying for my gas, aren’t you?”

All he received was unsure responses and he merely sighed.

***

He figured he should’ve just dropped Jason and Dick off at the airport in Gotham and drove home, but he couldn’t help but want to see just what the daughter of Wonder Woman and Batman looked like. He imagined a little girl dressed in a Batman suit three sizes too big and wielding a sword and a lasso way too heavy for her. It made him smile, the way that the two brothers gushed about (Y/N). From their praise, she was their world. Kyle had to see her though, because nothing was going to satiate that curiosity of seeing the big Batman’s daughter.

He watched Dick and Jason crane their necks like birds as they looked around. And honestly, the family shouldn’t have been that hard to find considering that every time Kyle was around the entirety of the Batfamily, they were like psychos on steroids—he very much so understood why the entirety of Gotham’s villains became flighty when every member of the Batfamily was out patrolling.

Kyle wasn’t expecting a voice to crack over the airport, loud and bubbly. “Brothers!”

All three of them stopped, even him who wasn’t even a sibling, looking over towards the call and Kyle’s jaw dropped as a young woman sprinted over to Dick and Jason, slamming into them with the weight of a train. The three of them collapsed into a pile on the floor, but they were laughing so Kyle assumed the siblings were alright.

“Princess!”

“Baby girl!”

“Oh, I am so glad to see you both!” she exclaimed. “I have waited so long to come home!” she was on her feet in moments, pulling them to theirs as if they weighed nothing. And Kyle knew Jason weighed a lot—he’d been crushed under his best friend before in fights.

Suddenly, she stopped and looked over at Kyle who immediately felt his heart lurch under her sharp gaze. “Who is this you have brought?”

Jason gestured to him. “(Y/N) this is Kyle. He’s a friend of Dick and mine. Kyle, this is our little sister, (Y/N).”

She huffed laugh. “I am not little, Jason. I am twenty-one.” Reaching out, she immediately pulled Kyle in for a hug, squeezing him tightly. “It is good to meet you, Kyle.”

“You too,” he murmured, feeling his cheeks warm as she pulled away and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“Any friend of my brothers is a friend of mine.” (Y/N) smiled. “Are you a superhero as well?”

He couldn’t help but toss a quick glance towards Jason who nodded. “Uh, yeah. I’m a Green Lantern.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in wonder, and she let go of his shoulders in favor of grabbing at his hands until she found his ring. She stared at it, murmuring quiet, ‘ooo’s and ah’s’. “That is simply amazing!” she chirped, looking at him, and then she silently gasped, raising his hand near his eyes. “Oh…your eyes are almost the same color as your ring.”

Her smile made Kyle’s heart beat a little faster as she expressed, “They are beautiful.”

They gazed at each other, too captivated in the moment to understand that the family had gathered around them by then. Someone’s hand curled around (Y/N)’s wrist and she looked over seeing Dick tugging her hand away.

“C’mon Princess, let’s go get your things on the belt.”

She smiled and followed, giving a small wave to Kyle, who returned hers shakily whilst grinning like a dope.

Someone elbowed him in the ribs, and he gasped, holding his side as Jason muttered, “Don’t ever stare at my sister like that again.”

Kyle blinked, glancing at him. “What’re you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, you goddamn skirt-chaser.”

“I didn’t do anything!” Kyle spluttered.

“You’re thinking about it.” Jason warned, pointing a finger in his face. “Make a move on (Y/N) and I’ll kill you with your own ring.” Kyle recoiled just as she and Dick were coming back, both holding a suitcase.

“Father!” she called, glancing at Bruce. “Dick and I have retrieved my luggage.”

He smiled at her. “Let’s go put it in the SUV then.” He paused, looking over the large group. He and Diana had ridden together, and since his children had fender-benders, they’d picked up Cass, Tim, Stephanie, Duke, and Damian; there wasn’t room for (Y/N) too.

“Father? Is something the matter?” (Y/N) was staring at him with concern.

“There’s not enough room in the SUV for you too. Maybe we—”

“There’s room in my car for (Y/N)!” Kyle blurted out, smiling nervously at Bruce. “I can follow behind you.”

Before anyone could screech ‘NO!’, mainly Dick and Jason, (Y/N) lit up like the morning sun. “Oh, that is a wonderful idea!” she grabbed onto Diana’s arm. “We should all stop for ice-cream though! Mother, what do you say?”

She smiled at her and leaned over, kissing her head. “I say that sounds like a fantastic idea, daughter.”

Kyle grinned and held out his arm for (Y/N), her giggling as she took it. “You know, I don’t live in Gotham, (Y/N), but I do know a good gelato store around the area.”

“What is gelato?” she asked, and he groaned.

“Oh, I can’t believe you don’t know what that is.” He started off, pilling her along, leaving everyone behind. “Don’t worry, I’ll show you.”

Jason’s face pinched and he looked over at Bruce. “Can I break the no-kill rule just once?”

Bruce blinked, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched his daughter laughing along with Kyle, both looking like newlyweds already. “Believe it or not, I’m strongly considering it.”

“Bruce.” Diana admonished. “Let (Y/N) and Kyle become friends. You know she doesn’t have many outside this family here.”

Dick growled. “Except Kyle doesn’t want to be friends with (Y/N), Diana. He wants to be her boyfriend.”

“They just met though?”

“Yeah, and Kyle’s a propose on week two type of man,” Jason griped. “Jesus Christ, this is going to be a disaster.”

“I don’t know about you guys, but (Y/N) and Kyle said gelato and you guys are just standing here.” Tim said. “Can we go now?”

[marauderundercover]

Day 6: Party

WARNING: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE 

Continuation of days two and three

Marinette grins at her reflection in the mirror. The costume was perfect- close enough to the original that you could tell who she was, but also with her own touch so that she didn’t hate looking at the costume. She’d even curled her hair slightly. The knock at the front door makes her squeal in excitement, knowing exactly who it is. 

“Cass!” She cheers, opening the door and grinning widely at her best friend. Sure, Cass didn’t talk a lot (she was like Luka in that way), but she always seemed to know when Marinette needed help out of her own head. And she was eternally grateful for that. She was even more grateful that Cass had agreed to do a duo costume with her since Jason apparently didn’t want to dress up. He was ‘too old’ or something. Well, Marinette wanted to have fun and wear a damn costume. 

“The suit is amazing! I’m not sure the cowl I made will be good enough for it.” Marinette says worriedly, examining the stitches on Cass’ costume. “Where’d you say you got this?” She asks, frowning. It was definitely higher quality than the Halloween store downtown. Cass just smiles, the one that basically says ‘not telling’. Mari just grins, used to it by now. She passes the cowl to Cass and grabs her own domino mask, sliding it on. Posing next to Cass in the full length mirror, Marinette takes a picture and sends it to the group chat that Jason had recently added her to. Dropping her phone into her purse and grabbing her keys, she turns to Cass. 

“Ready?” She asks. 

“Ready.” Cass says. Marinette grins. Look out, Gotham, Batman and Robin are out on the town. 

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Dick squeals as the picture comes through on the groupchat. He was beyond relieved that Jagged had scheduled his Halloween party two weeks before the actual holiday. It meant that he, and the rest of his brothers, could actually go instead of being on the extra patrols they always had to schedule around the holiday. Grinning, he opens twitter. 

@flyingrayson

Look at my little sisters! Aren’t they the cutest?! #halloween #Waynefam #jaggedstone

[image description: One girl stands with a hand on her hip, dressed in what is obviously a spin on a Robin costume, including: a domino mask, black tights, dark red tunic with a Robin logo, gold belt, knee high emerald boots, and a dual sided cape black on the outside and gold on the inside. Another girl stands next to her with her arms crossed over her chest, dressed in what is obviously a Batman costume, including: black catsuit, yellow utility belt, black cape, and a redesigned black cowl.]

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Marinette pecks Jason’s cheek and grins. 

“What, not a Robin fan?” She asks teasingly at his frown. He huffs. 

“Not really. More of a...Red Hood guy.” He says, and she snorts. 

“Of course you’d like the one with guns.” She says, shaking her head with a smile. “His costume is actually probably one of my favorites. Well, besides the whole helmet thing.” Jason grins, pulling her in and giving her a sweet kiss before he glances behind her and groans. 

“My brothers just walked in.” He says and she smiles. 

“Go say hi, I’ve gotta go ask Uncle Jagged a question really quick. I’ll be right back and Cass and I can show your brothers our awesome costumes in person.” She says, pecking his cheek before walking away. She looks around for Jagged, but frowns when she doesn’t see him in the main room. Pulling out her phone, she sends him a quick text asking where he is. 

In the garden with Fang!!!!!!!

She shakes her head fondly. Of course he skipped out on his own party to spend time with his crocodile. Smiling, she heads out to the garden to try and get to him. She’d wanted to see if the man planned on being in the US around Thanksgiving. Bruce had already invited her (probably to get Jason to show up) and said she could invite any of her family as well. Since her parents and superhero partner were both dead and her grandparents didn’t celebrate Thanksgiving, she decided she’d really love Jagged and Penny to come instead. As she walks outside, she’s shocked that Fang doesn’t immediately run up to her. 

“Uncle Jagged?” She calls, frowning. Where was he? And why was it so dark out here? Fang was scared of the dark. Jagged never would have brought him outside without more lights on, he was too protective of him. She tenses when she notices a slumped figure next to the bench Jagged had put in the gardens for when she visits. It was one of her favorite places to sit and design. 

“Hello?” She calls, watching the figure for any movement. Seeing none, she steps closer and her stomach drops. Immediately she runs over and checks her Uncle for a pulse. She sighs in relief when she feels it, but the gash on his head is worrisome. How-

“Hello, Birdie!” An amused voice rings behind her, making her blood run cold. She whirls around and manages to catch a glimpse of the man’s pale face before a thick piece of metal flies at her head and the world goes black. 

---

“Jaybird! Where’s Mari and Cass? They’re blowing up on twitter, even MDC liked my tweet!” Dick says happily, making Jason scowl. 

“Did you seriously post my girlfriend all over your twitter?” He asks grumpily. Dick nods. 

“Oh yeah. Her and Cass looked too cute to keep it to ourselves. Where are they anyway?” Dick asks, scanning the room. 

“M said she needed to go talk to her Uncle about something. Personally, I think she was just avoiding you guys. You all crowd her every time you see her.” Jason reprimands, crossing his arms. Replacement rolls his eyes. 

“It’s ‘cause she’s so much cooler than you. And she’s not an asshole like you are.” He says. 

“Something’s wrong.” Cass says, suddenly appearing at Jason’s side. He jumps slightly, but then frowns at her. 

“What?” He asks, surprised to see the deep scowl form on her face. 

“Don’t know.” She huffs. 

“Well if Cassandra believes that something is wrong, we should investigate.” Damian says, looking relieved that he wouldn’t be asked to socialize with anyone. A startled scream from outside makes the five vigilantes tense before running towards the noise. Jason curses when he realizes it’s Penny Rolling, Jagged Stone’s….something. She’s kneeling by a slumped figure, shaking it until a groan escapes it. Jason feels his blood run cold when the figure’s hair catches the light. It’s Jagged. Then where-

“Where’s she? Where’s she at?” Jagged slurs out, blinking wildly. 

“Who?” Penny asks, gently holding the man’s face. Jason frowns at the gash. 

“M. He wanted ‘er.” He says, and though the man is looking around crazily and slurring his words, Jason can tell he’s completely serious. And M-

“Do you mean Marinette?” Jason asks, stepping forward. Jagged frowns, but nods. 

“Crazy clown.” He adds before turning and throwing up in the grass. Jason growls and turns on his heel, ready to go hunt the damned clown down. Out of everyone in this damned city that he could’ve targeted, why did he choose her?

“Jason, wait.” Dick says, grabbing his wrist. “We need to have a plan. Come on. You can’t just go out like this.” He reminds him lowly, Jason’s eyes narrow but he follows anyway. Might as well use the good tools. That fucking clown won’t make it to morning. 

---

Ice cold water falls over her and Marinette sits up, gasping in shock at the sudden temperature change. 

“Little cold, Birdie?” A voice asks before walking around and standing in front of her- a huge smile on his face and a thick piece of metal in his hands.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” Marinette says, trying not to let her voice shake. This was the villain. The one she never wanted to meet. The one that gave her boyfriend nightmares that he couldn’t explain to her. And now she was alone with him. 

“If you’re sure, we could have some...fun before Batsy arrives.” He laughs. 

“Why would Batman show up?” She asks. “You do realize this is just a Halloween costume, right?” She flinches as the piece of metal- a crowbar, she thinks shakily- stops inches in front of her face.

“How stupid do you think I am? Of course it’s a costume. A costume posted by one Dick Grayson. You’re a Wayne, somehow. And Batsy always shows up when a Wayne is involved.” Joker says, his twisted grin making her sick to her stomach. 

“I’m not a Wayne! Batman isn’t going to come for me.” She argues, cursing her decision to not wear her earrings today. Some days were harder than others, especially leaving in a mask. Even if the mask was a costume. Every time she tried to put on her earrings today, she shook and started to panic. Granted, it was probably for the best. Because she would definitely be tempted to transform and she did not want to give Joker that kind of knowledge. 

“Wayne or not, one of the bats will come. You have friends in very high places, Birdie.” Joker tuts, twirling the crowbar in his hand. She flinches as it nears her face, making Joker laugh. “If I wanted to hit you, I would.” He says. She doesn’t even have time to figure out what he means because her shoulder explodes in pain. The pain is blinding and she wants to scream but no sound will come out of her mouth as she gasps for breath. 

“That’s no good. A silent bird is a dead bird. So sing, Birdie.” Joker demands, and he aims slightly lower this time, shattering her left arm. And she screams. The pain tearing at her throat nothing compared to the pain in her arm, her shoulder. She sobs, the shaking making the pain worse, but she was unable to stop. It hurt. 

“S-stop!” She manages to yell, nearly biting her tongue when Joker grabs her chin and forces her to look up at him. 

“Hmm. You’re right! The internet should definitely see this.” He laughs, pulling a phone out. She shakes her head, flinching as he whacks the crowbar against the floor near her chair. He points the phone at her, and she knows he’s recording. The bastard. 

“Hello Gotham! Look at this little Birdie. I’m afraid she flew too far, and now we have to clip her wings.” He says, sighing as if he’s actually apologetic. He sets his phone up on the table and stalks over to her before turning and waving at the camera. She watches him move the crowbar around warily, her breathing shaky. God, she hoped Jason wasn’t watching this. Hoped he was somewhere safe, not trying to go do something stupid. She winces as Joker acts like he’s about to hit her, only to stop before the crowbar actually connects with her good arm.

“I told you, I’d only hit you if I wanted to.” He chuckles. 

“Go to hell.” She spits out, ignoring the voice in her head (that sounded suspiciously like Tikki) telling her to shut up. To not antagonize the crazy man with the crowbar. 

“Gladly.” He says with a grin, rearing back and swinging the crowbar out to hit her in the ribs. Her scream echoes around the room and she has no time to catch her breath before he’s attacking her ribs again. Tears stream down her face, but she can’t scream, she can’t even catch her breath. I’m going to die, she thinks, and the thought is terrifying. She didn’t want to die, she wanted to live. 

---

“Do we have a fucking location or am I about to go shoot up every goddamned warehouse in this city?” Jason growls as he zips through the streets on his bike. He knew Babs and Alfred were back at the cave, watching the livestream and working to locate Marinette. And even though he couldn’t see the video, the audio playing through the comms was enough to make his stomach churn. 

He didn’t give one singular fuck what Bruce said. He was going to kill that goddamned clown the minute he saw him. 

---

Marinette glares at the Joker, barely able to keep her head up. For some unknown reason, he’d decided to use his fists on her face instead of the crowbar. Not that she was complaining. She wouldn’t have survived multiple hits to the head. Not with the force he had. She watches him, and she knows he’s saying something, but she can’t tell what it is. She’s too tired, too hurt, to care what he’s saying anyway. Unless it’s some magical cure to stop her from feeling like she’s broken into a million pieces, she doesn’t want to hear it. 

Eyes wandering behind him, she’s relieved when she notices the costumed figure. The cowl, the cape- Batman did come. How strange. Though, she had assumed that Joker was live streaming. So that could definitely explain that one. Deciding she was out of immediate danger, she lets her eyes droop shut, reveling in the darkness that surrounds her. She let’s it stay, and she can feel things slipping away, some of the pain lessening. It’s nice, until someone is poking her and talking much too close to her. She lets out a whine as the person forces her eyes open. 

“‘m tired.” She mumbles, wincing at the pain that comes with breathing, with talking. 

“I know, kid, god I know. Just keep your eyes open.” A voice says. She blinks, the blue marks on the suit in front of her helping her to identify the vigilante. 

“Couldn’t fight.” She spits out, tears springing to her eyes as her attempt at conversation makes her chest ache. 

“But you’re fighting now, you’re staying awake. You’re doing such a good job, I’m proud of you. Stay awake kiddo.” Nightwing says quietly. She vaguely feels the ropes slide off her wrists and ankles. Fighting to stay sitting up, because slumping will hurt more than she’s willing to allow, she sighs. 

“Jason’s gonna worry.” She mumbles, and Nightwing hums. 

“Ambulance is almost here, kid, just stay awake.” He says instead of asking about Jason. She hopes Jason is okay. Hopes he isn’t mad at himself for letting her go talk to Jagged alone. Suddenly, sirens are close and she lets the world finally slip away.

---

The pain is the first thing that clues her in. She isn’t dead. Which is a relief. But the way her entire body aches, is not a relief. Forcing her eyes open, she sighs at Jason’s slumped form in a chair next to her bed. She wished she knew how long she’d been in the hospital so she could scold him. Because he was still wearing the outfit he had on at the party. Which meant he hadn’t given himself a break. Just as she’s trying to decide how to ask the nurses for pain medicine, Jason’s eyes open. 

“Marinette!” He gasps, starting to lunge forward, then stopping himself. “I thought, god, M, I thought-”

“‘m okay.” She says softly, and he frowns. 

“Okay? You were nearly beaten to death with a goddamned crowbar. You’re not okay.” He argues. She sighs. 

“I’m alive, and I’m with you. I’m okay.” She insists, wincing. He looks like he still wants to argue, but stops himself. He scoots closer and holds her hand, kissing the back of it softly. 

“I’ll never leave you.” He promises. She smiles softly, before falling back asleep, finally safe.

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[wonderwomanfantasy]

Stress relief

mind your bisnuess I’m working through some shit 

Atsumu x reader

warnings: smut, just- so much smut, Oral, car sex, fingering, Daddy kink, degradation, marking, ass play, dirty talk,Brat taming, slut shaming AND virgin shaming (we got it all folks), hair pulling, cum play, creampie, breading kink, drinking/ Drunk sex, angst annnnnd swearing. 

word count: 4,800 (about) (yes really get off my back)

summary: Atsumu is a dick, but he’s got a good dick at least you have no idea how mad I am I’ve already used the title Enemy with Benifits. 

“Are- Are you fucking kidding me?” you asked, Atsumu just shrugged. 

“No, I’m not fucking kidding you what’s your deal?” he said casually. You took a deep breath. You had been trying to work on your anger issues, Not blowing up on people over nothing. But this really felt like something worth blowing up over. 

“Myia, be honest with me, do you think I’m stupid?” you asked. He smirked.

“I think you’re a lot of things babe-” you stood up getting in his face jabbing your finger in his chest cutting off his no doubt horrendous flirting. 

“You fucking ripped off you’re entire part of the project! How the fuck did you think no one would notice?” you shouted. You had known this was going to be a train wreck the moment Atsumu was assigned as your partner. He was such a fucking moron, he’d only gotten into this College because of his sports scholarship. You would have been better working on your own.

“I cited the article I copied, what's the deal?” he snapped, the volume of your voice irking him. 

“That’s not how this fucking works you can’t just hit copy-paste and call it a day the point is you come up with your own ideas, although in your defense I’m not sure you’re brain could manage something like that,” you shouted. He sneared. 

“I’ll rewrite it just stop being a bitch alright?” he scoffed, turning to leave your dorm room. You wanted to hit him, how dare he call you a bitch when you were just looking out for his dumb ass. Even high schoolers knew you’d be expelled for plagiarising. Once Atsumu left you slumped back in your seat looking at the presentation open on your laptop. You were already so busy but somehow you’d have to find enough time to do half of the project unless you wanted to fail that was.

“Hey, you’re working with (y/n) on your project right?” Osamu asked, setting his volleyball up in the air over and over again. 

“Yeah, they totally blew up on me today so now I gotta redo the whole thing,” Atsumu sighed 

“They’re hot though,” his brother said. Atsumu smiled to himself, remembering your angry face as you chewed him out.

“Really hot,” he agreed. 

“Are you gonna fuck them?” 

“Of course, they might an asshole but they want me,”

“Hey (y/n),” you looked up at the sound of your name only to groan seeing Atsumu run towards you. He had clearly just come from practice, he was still in his jersey. Fucking jocks. 

He probably thought he looked hot, with a light sheen of sweat that made his skin glow and tousled hair. He did look hot, it made you want to kick his shins. 

“If you aren’t going to tell me that you finished your half of the presentation I don’t want to hear it,” you snapped.

“Well then you aren’t going to be happy then but there’s a game this weekend, you should come, cheer for me,” he said winking. You rolled your eyes. 

“I was already planning on going, but you’re nuts if you think I’m gonna cheer for you,” you snapped, still a little heated about your last encounter with him. 

“And why not?” he asked, smirking, it pissed you off. You just knew he thought he looked so cute smiling at you like that. 

“I cheer for winners,”

You and Atsumu were at each other’s throats for the rest of the year. Atsumu Gave up on his plan to sleep with you and you gave up on your anger management, at least around him. If other people were in this situation they might stay away from their sworn enemy, but not you two. 

You made it to every volleyball game just to tell Osamu how great he did and how handsome he was looking today. Atsumu sat next to you in every class you shared talking your ear off making sure that you didn’t learn a damn thing. 

It was annoying as hell, you wanted to strangle him, but it was nice in a kind of way. If you were stressed or pissed off you could drag Atsumu as a little fun. And even if nothing else in your life was going right. You could always count on this blonde dick to be the worst to you. 

“Damn we had the exterminator here last week but there’s a roach right here,” Atsumu sneered over the thumping music at the party. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. 

“You need to look up more insults you’ve already used that one,” you barked back, normally seeing Atsumu would be enough to dampen your mood but the booze must have been doing its job because you still felt all light and buzzed. 

“Beer?” he asked, holding up a bottle for you, ever the gracious host. 

“I’m good,” you said holding up the can of seltzer you’d been drinking out of it was fruity and only had a little bite to it, you were already on your third one. 

“Right I forgot that a baby like you couldn’t handle the taste of beer,” he scoffed, he was closer now, towering over you and pressing one of his forearms to the wall by your head as he leaned over you, shielding you from the rest of the party. You never realized before how big he was. Tall and wide. Muscular too, it was no wonder half the people at the Volleyball games creamed themselves just seeing him. 

“You’re such a dick, why do you always have to be so mean?” you asked before even realizing the words that you’d spoken.

“You aren’t exactly nice either princess, besides that’s how this works, that’s our dynamic,” he said. He must be pretty drunk too. Nothing he was saying was making any sense. 

“Still, how do you expect anyone to put up with you when you’re such a douche bag all the time?” you said the anger you associated with Atsumu finally setting in. 

“If it works it works, I mean you’re obsessed with me,” he said. You gagged and shoved his chest, he didn’t move, god how strong was he?

“Fuck off I hate you, why would I be obsessed with you? God you think that the world fucking revolves around you. How could any-”

His lips met yours effectively shutting you up. His hand came up cupping the back of your head and you couldn’t help but melt into the kiss, pressing your body against his and dropping your drink so your hands would be free to rake through his hair. You weren’t nice about the kiss either, your teeth gnashed against his when he tried to push his tongue into your mouth. You bit his lower lip and tugged at his hair, moaning against his mouth when he did the same to you. 

He broke away breathlessly, still holding you close to his body while you caught your breath. He was so pretty his cheeks flushed his lips wet and glossy. God, you wanted to kiss him again, even if he tasted like beer and he had been right in his assessment that you weren’t a big fan of the taste. 

“Good to know theirs one way to shut you the fuck up,” he teased. You groaned in frustration pulling him back down into another kiss. This one was just as passionate and fierce as the first. He pushed you against the wall and pulled up one of your legs and forced it around his waist so he could grind against you. You shuddered feeling him rut the seam of your jeans against your clit. 

“Woulda fucked you a lot sooner if i'd known you made such pretty noises when you were touched,” he muttered reaching up and palming your breast through your shirt. Atsumu started kissing, or maybe biting was a better word. The top part of your neck even pays some attention to your jaw and earlobe while he humped and groped you. 

“I knew you were a pervert but I never knew you were filthy enough to fuck me out in the open like this,” you gasped, tugging at his hair. You could feel your panties get sticky with your arousal and you wanted him to take you out of here and fuck you already. 

“You’re gonna let me fuck you?” he asked, pulling back so he could look at you and smirk. You smiled back, the fight wasn’t out of you yet. 

“Why would I do that? I’d rather sleep with someone who could make me cum,” you spat and his grin quickly fell, there was a competitive fire in his eyes that you normally only saw when he was playing.

“Oh Daddy’s gonna make you cum you fucking brat, I’ll make you squirt, you’re gonna cry with how good my dick feels,” he growled in a low voice you’d never heard before and suddenly you were regretting your comment. 

“Daddy?” you snorted

Atsumu detangled himself from you and grabbed you by the wrist tugging you out of the frat house and to his car. You shook your head and broke free of his iron-clad grasp. 

“I know you’re stupid but this is a new low, both of us are way too drunk to drive,” you shouted. Atsumu just laughed at you, opening the back door to his car. 

“We aren’t driving dumbass now get in,” he said. You bit your lip and slid into the back seat shortly followed by Atsumu who locked the door behind him. 

The seat wasn’t large but it was big enough to move around in. He pressed you onto the leather upholstery, your legs bent and splayed out at an awkward angle to fit him between them. He went back to kissing you sloppily while his hands went to work taking off your shirt and bra. 

Your nipples hardened once the cold night air touched you. “Wanted to suck on your pretty tits for the longest time,” he groaned quickly lowering his head, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth while he fingered the other twisting and pinching it. You yelped when his teeth grazed over the bud. His eyes flicked up to yours and he let go of the spit-soaked nipple blowing on it lightly making you shiver. 

“How long has it been since you’ve been fucked huh? So many guys want to fuck this sweet little pussy but you’re too stuck up to let that happen.” he snears sucking the other nipple into his mouth. 

“Bet you’re still a fucking virgin,” he said speaking around your mouth. 

“ I a-am not,” you whined, you’d lost your virginity in high school, but you really hadn’t gotten fucked since then. 

“Oh listen to you whine you totally are,” he scoffed 

“No I’m Not!” you protested he let go of your nipple and kissed you again threading his fingers through your hair and pressing your face to his. 

“Shut up you fucking virgin,” he said sweetly, before pulling off his shirt, and before you could admire his chiseled chest he distracted you by biting your neck again. You pressed your hand to the center console to keep from slipping off with one hand and clinging to his shoulders with the other. 

Atsumu deftly unbuttoned your jeans and shoved his hands in your pants touching your through your soaked underwear. You felt him smirk against your neck but he didn’t make any remark about it. Good thing for him too because you could feel his hard prick pressing up against your thigh and you were ready to drag him for it if he commented on your own arousal. 

God, you could feel his cock. It was big, heavy, and hard, pressed against your leg. You wanted to see it, touch it, feel it inside of you. He’d pushed your panties to the side now so he could push his large fingers inside brushing against your velvet walls. 

“A-Atsumu,” you said, pitching your leg up to rub against his dick.  “I want to suck your cock,” you whimpered. You felt him twitch. 

“Here I thought you were a virgin but you’re just a slutty whore aren't cha?” he growled against your neck picking your hips up and yanking your pants down your legs leaving them pooled around your ankles leaving you to kick your jeans off completely. You felt a little stupid naked except for your shoes but Atsumu quickly distracted you by folding you in half pressing your knees to your chest and leaving your pussy completely exposed. 

“I’ll fuck your throat later, right now I gotta make you cum remember?” he said playing his hands over your thighs keeping g you folded before lowering his head and diving into your folds like a man starved. 

Just like he kissed you, he was mean about it, sucking so harshly that you cried out and spanking your cunt just to make you jump. The only time he pulled back was to spit on your asshole lubing it up enough to slip a finger inside. 

“Sumu please,” you cried out as he filled you with his tongue pressing against your G-spot over and over again while he pinched your clit. You weren’t even sure what you were begging for. He just hummed in acknowledgment, whatever you were begging for he wasn’t going to have it. 

“Daddy,” you pleaded, finally caving. Atsumu smiled to himself. He wasn’t nice but he did reward good behavior. 

He switched it up sucking your clit into your mouth and plunging the fingers of his clean hand, the one that hadn’t just been your ass, inside of you curling up and pressing against your g-pot over and over again until you came screaming so loud that you were sure people back at the house could hear you. 

“See didn’t that feel good slut?” he cooed condescendingly. There was a pool of cum beneath you soaking into the leather seats. Good thing this was Osamus’s car. Now all he had to do was make you cry. 

“I-I’m not a slut,” you whined. 

“Oh? Which is it? Are you not a virgin or are you not a slut?” he asked, squeezing your cheeks. You didn’t know how to respond. 

“Well I think you’re a slut, Daddy’s little slut,” he snapped. 

There was a dark stain of precum staining his jeans where the head of his cock was leaking he quickly shoved down his pants and boxers before sitting down and pulling you into his lap. You hovered above him as he pumped his cock in his hand running the head of his cock through your soaked folds and bumping your clit. 

“You’re gonna be a good whore and ride Daddy’s cock right?” he asked, lining the head of his dick up with your entrance. You bit your lip and nodded, shakily lowering yourself down on him. Atsumu hissed feeling your tight heat wrap around him. 

You gripped his shoulders feeling how well he filled you up, the tip pressing against your cervix. You took a minute to adjust before lifting yourself up on your knees and started to fuck yourself onto him. 

Atsumu brought you close and kissed you again, one of his hands slipping between your bodies to stroke your clit while you bounced up and down on his cock.  You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as he touched you. He filled you up so well, you had teased him about not being able to get you off but even you couldn’t deny how good it felt to have him so deep inside of you. 

“You feel that baby? You feel Daddy pressing up against your Cervix, I’m going to blow my fat load right into your slutty little womb,” he snarled his hips snapping up to meet yours. You whined, throwing your head back in pleasure, almost hitting your head on the headrest. 

“Gonna knock you up, gonna stuff this slutty pussy with cum,” he growled, he was talking more to himself but you couldn’t help but shudder at his words. You were on birth control but you desperately wanted him to fill you up. 

“Are you gonna cum princess?” He asked, “I can feel your cunt squeezing my cock like that, you’re gonna cum.” He was right, you could feel a second orgasm welling up in your core as his cock pulsed inside of you. 

“Atsumu-Daddy, I’m gonna cum,” you moaned kissing him sloppily, your hips faltered when you came but Atsumu’s hands went to your hips moving your body for you as he chased his own high, true to his word he came deep inside of you filling you up and pressing his cock against your cervix. 

You collapsed against his chest gasping for breath. He ran his hand soothingly over your back. 

“You look tired, you wanna crash somewhere babe?” he asked. 

“We’re still too drunk to drive,” you murmured. 

“I have a buddy in the frat house, I’m sure he’ll let me steal his bed for the night, especially for a cutie like you,” he said. You pulled back to look at him.

“You had a bed here this whole time and you still made me fuck you in the car?” 

When you woke up your whole body hurt. Your head ached your eyes stung and your body was littered with bruises. You didn’t even want to check in with the lower half of your body. You groaned sitting up in bed clutching your head. Then you felt the bed beside you shift, you froze remembering how you’d ended last night. 

Atsumu cracked one eye open and his face split into a huge grin. “I had the best dream last night-” he teased you and moved to hit him but he caught your wrist and flipped you on your back pinning you to the bed. 

He hovered above you his breath hitting your face in soft puffs. You leaned up and kissed him, suddenly you were a mess of limbs and hands trying to tear each other’s clothes off while you kissed. You hissed as his fingers grazed the bite marks on your neck. 

“Go easy on me I’m still sore,” you complained. Atsumu smirked.

“Did I wreck you that badly baby?” he asked, teasingly grinding his morning wood on your leg. You shuddered. 

“Shut up and fuck me asshole,” you demand. He tugged off your underwear and hooked your legs over his shoulders. 

“As you wish your majesty,” he scoffed and slowly pushed two of his fingers into you

Your cunt ached and it hurt to feel his fingers prod you open, but soon the pain dissolved into pleasure as he continued to finger you. 

“Such a pretty wet little cunt, so wet and sticky for me,” he purred, “you like this slut? You like getting fingered first thing in the morning?” he asked. 

“Do you like humping my ass like a fucking dog first thing in the morning?” you spat back. He grunted and roughly jerked his finger up hitting your G-spot making you cry out your back arching off the bed. 

“That’s what I thought,” he scoffed before completely pulling his fingers out and sticking them into his mouth sucking on your juices. 

“I’m not gonna fuck you if you keep being mean,” he said shoving down his own clothes 

“Shut up, I bet I’m the only one you know who lets you get your dick wet,” you growled. He snapped into you in one swift motion. You cried out your nails digging into his shoulders. It hurt but the pain sent a rush of endorphins making you moan. 

“Really you think that I could fuck you like this without any practice dollface? Don’t forget you’re the virgin here,” he teased drawing his hips back before ramming back into you. This pace was much harsher than what you’d set last night. You were helpless, and entirely at his mercy, he had you folded in half, and you could only moan and scratch at his back. 

“Imna fill this cunt with cum, nothing better than emptying my balls in your warm cunt first thing in the morning,” he muttered to himself as he continued to fuck you. 

“Already?” you teased.

“Fuck off or I’ll fuck you until you pass out,” he threatened. 

“Hurry up and make me cum, I’ve got shit to do today,” you snapped. 

“God do you ever stop being a bitch?” he asked, pulling out of you and flipping you over, jerking your hips up and sliding back into you. you moaned feeling his cock hit new sweet spots. You arched your back pressing your hips to his and burying your face into the pillows. 

The bed creaked with the force of his thrusts, the headboard hitting the wall with a loud bang. Atsumu brought his hand down on your ass making you jump, it stung and you were reminded of his killer serves that you had seen so many times. 

“There, no more bitchy comebacks? Have you gone braindead on my cock?” he mocked spanking you again. 

“Daddy!” you pleaded. Your thighs trembling as wetness dripped down your legs. 

“Awe theirs my sweet little slut, ready to be good now?” 

“Y-yes,” you whined desperate to cum.  Atsumu grunted and finally went easy on you, rubbing your clit and easing into you in slow, deep thrusts until he felt your pussy cream around him. 

“There you go baby,” he said pulling out of you, his hard cock dripping in your juices. “You still want to suck on my cock?” he asked. You bit your lower lip, embarrassed at the memory. You shifted on the bed settling in between his legs taking the head of his cock into your mouth and wrapping your hands around the rest of his dick. 

You licked softly at the slit in the head picking up the bitter precum with your tongue.  You slowly took more of his cock in your mouth hollowing your cheeks out around him. His dick was just too big for you to fit completely into your mouth so you moved your hands up and down his shaft while you took as much of him as you could, swirling your tongue around the head. 

“You’re doing so well baby,” he moaned, smoothing your hair back from your face. “I didn’t think a virgin like you’d be so good,” he teased. You glared up at him as you continued to suck his dick but you resolved to bite him if he made a comment like that again. 

“I think I like you better like this you’re so pretty when you shut the- OW watch the teeth,” 

You could taste it as the precum dribbled out of his cock smearing over your tongue, you were getting used to the bitter taste and it wasn’t that bad. You pushed your head down pressing his cock to the back of your throat suppressing your gag reflex. 

“Fuck, baby just like that i’m going to cum down your thoat,” he groaned his hips stuttering upwards pushing his dick down your throat deaper making you choke. Atsumu didn’t care,he was moaning loudly as his hips spasmed up into your mouth. 

You choked when his semen flooded your mouth. “Fuuck,” he sighed, pulling out of your mouth. You sluptered trying to catch the mess that bubbled out of your mouth. 

“Ah, swallow what you can baby,” Atsumu said, whipping your chin with his thumb. You did as he asked, choking down what you could. He pushed you back on the bed kissing your neck, his lips running over your bruises, 

“I like you like this, we should fuck more often he teased,” you shoved his chest, but weakly, it was clearly just for show. You didn’t want to admit it but you agreed with him. 

You kept seeing Atsumu after that. He was a little nicer with you normally. Or at least, he saved his mean side for the bedroom and was a little sweeter to you. If you were a little more naive you might have even started to fall for him a little bit. 

That was the Chliche right? You start out hating someone but then after a few nights of passion you were in love?  Bullshit, it was all Bullshit. 

you knew Atsumu hadn’t changed, and he wasn’t exactly saving himself for you. You couldn’t count how many times you’d walked in on him making out with some random chick, you’d even walked in on him while he’d been balls deep in some other girl. 

That being said, you hadn’t changed either. you still had a temper like no other and were quick to snap, especially at Atsumu. You didn’t have many friends who put up with your bullshit so why would He even fall in love with you?

You shouldn’t be in love with him. He was an asshole, a heartless fuck boy. So why did you like him so much? why did it sting when you thought about how hopless your whole situation. 

It sucked, this whole thing was just awful. That being said, you still jumped at the chance to see him everytime he called, you really were hopless. 

“Where are we going?” you asked as Atsumu drove. You didn’t recognize this street and you knew you weren’t going to his place. 

“It’s a surprise,” he said. You scoffed and crossed your arms. He pulled into a parking lot and you were surprised to see you were at a park. 

“What are you going to fuck me on the slide?” you asked, following him out of the car and into the park. 

“I used to come here all the time when I was a kid, me and my brother would play here,” he said, ignoring you and walking to the swings, you followed. 

“And I still come here a lot, it’s a good place to think and it’s just a really special place for me,” he said sitting on the swing and gesturing for you to sit on his lap. 

You did, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. “I don’t like where this conversation is going,” you said furrowing your eyebrows. It was almost the middle of the night so it was dark but you could still see the dopey lovestruck look on his face. 

“Stumu, you’re not supposed to call me for stuff like this,” you said unwrapping your arms around his neck, you were going to get off his lap but he wrapped his arms around his waist keeping you there. 

The two of you had agreed only to call each other when you wanted sex, this mushy romantic shit was defently not sex. 

“You’re so pretty baby, let me be nice to you,” he said kissing you and you melted into him, just like every time he kissed you. 

“You’re never nice to me,” you protested. He reached under your shirt groping you. 

“Because you never let me,” he protested. 

“What’s with you?” you asked, grabbing his wrist and shoving him away from you. 

“I love you,” he said. You couldn’t deal with this right now, you got off his lap and started walking back to the car

“Take me home,” you demanded.  “I don’t want to talk about this,” you said. 

“(y/n)-” he said running in front of you stopping you. 

“Please, I know you hate this shit, but please can we talk,” he pleaded taking your hands in his, 

“You can’t just say shit like that Tsumu! We’re not supposed to love each other we’re supposed to fuck and get under eachother’s skin and fight that’s how this works!” you shouted.

Atsumu kissed your knuckles, seeming to ignore your yelling. 

“We didn’t used to fuck either, we used to just get under eachother’s skin,” he pointed out. He wrapped you in his arms. You pressed your face to his chest and you felt your cheeks get wet with tears. You hiccupped and sobbed,  trying to keep your emotions bottled up was hard.  

“I love you,” he said again.  You shoved him and whipped your face. 

“I don’t want to do this Atsumu, take me home,” you demanded. He deflated. 

“Okay baby, let's go home, I’ll be waiting, when you’re ready,” he said rubbing your shoulders and taking you back to his car. 

You drove in silence. You hated this. Yout hated him. Atsumu was a playboy, an idiot and an asshole who only cared about Volleyball. You just wanted to insult him and fuck him to blow off steam. You weren’t supposed to fall for him. You weren’t supposed to love his cocky smile and his stupid jokes. His stupid flirty remarks weren’t supposed to make you blush. 

“Baby?” he prompted you blinked and saw you were sitting in front of your dorm building. “Hey,” he purred, wiping the tears off your cheeks. You didn’t need him to tell you that he loved you, you could tell every time  he did something like this. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch. 

“I really wished we’d had sex tonight,” you whispered. He laughed. 

“fuck am I really that ireaistable doll?” he teased, pinching your cheek as he pulled away. 

“I do love you Atsumu, I just- I just don’t know what to do about it,” you admitted. Atsumu smiled lazily. 

you meant it too, you loved him so much. but it was impossible to get the image of the time you walked in on him sleeping with another girl out of your mind. Was that what it meant to be in a relationship with him? If so then you weren’t going to do it, you weren’t signing yourself up for that kind of heartbreak. Maybe you should just give up on him and block him. 

“Like I said. I’ll wait for you, and next time I promise we’ll have the best sex of your life-Not that’s a hard bar to clear you virigin,” he teased. You smiled and playfully hit him in the arm. You got out of his car and walked into your building as he drove away, and at least for tonight. That was enough. 

[elianamarie-blog]

Hiii! Can you do one Hyde and y/n are secretly together bc she’s Forman’s sister but Kelso is always flirting with y/n and it upsets Hyde so maybe Kelso and Hyde get into it and they admit they are together?

Yes, baby doll! Thank you for being patient with me <3

Told You So

Steven Hyde x reader

"Hey, good lookin'," Kelso said smoothly to Y/n as he slid in the booth seat of the Hub.

Y/n rolled her eyes at him as she scooted away from him. "Kelso, do you mind? I'm trying to eat here."

"What's a pretty girl like you doing here by yourself?" he asked, completely ignoring her.

"Because I want to be," she said and slammed the book she was reading. "And why are you acting like that? We see each other everyday."

"Yeah, but we're not alone everyday," he replied and scooted closer. "Now we are."

"There's a reason for that, Kelso." She shifted further away from him, closer to the edge, but all that did was make him shift with her. "If Eric found out what you've been trying to do, he'd kick your ass."

"Oh, come on, he doesn't have to know!"

"Kelso, even if we did, you wouldn't be able to keep your fat mouth shut. When you were with Laurie, you announced it to the whole world that you slept with her. I don't need that." She gathered up her stuff and started to head out, but Kelso stood up with her.

"So, you're saying there's a chance?" he grinned stupidly at her.

"No, you dink," she spat and pushed passed him. "I don't like you and I don't want to get with you. Why don't you get that?"

She walked outside while Kelso watched her leave, staring at her ass.

"She totally wants me."

Later in the basement...

"I don't know why he even keeps hitting on me," Y/n said to Donna, Jackie, and Hyde while in the basement. Donna and Y/n sat on the couch, Jackie in the lawn chair, and Hyde in his usual seat. "We've been friends forever and he never looked at me like that until, like, a year ago."

"Well, have you looked in a mirror lately?" Hyde asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Do you notice your new shirt fillers?"

Y/n looked down at herself, then realized what he meant. "You're saying he's trying to get me in the sack because of my knockers?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying," Hyde grinned. "Even a blind man can see how much you've grown into your shirts."

"Ugh, what a pig," Jackie sneered. "I'm glad I broke up with him."

"Jackie, to be fair, you broke up with him because he cheated on you," Donna pointed out.

"Eh, whatever," Jackie said, flapping her hand to the side.

"Okay, seriously, guys, how do I get him to stop?" Y/n asked, turning the conversation back around. "Eric gets pissed and tells him to shut up, but he finds new ways to still hit on me."

"Tell him to get bent and that you've found someone else," Hyde suggested.

Y/n eyed him suspiciously. "Kelso may be a bonehead, but when it comes to women and sex, he's freaking Sherlock Holmes."

"Well, then lie."

"Lie?" Y/n asked and fully turned to him. "And say what? That I'm seeing someone so back off before he kicks your ass?"

"Exactly."

Y/n thought about it for a minute and then turned to the girls. "What do you girls think?"

Donna and Jackie shrugged.

"It could work," Jackie said.

"I don't think it's a bad idea," Donna responded. "Kelso doesn't like competition. He'll bitch a lot, but at least he'll back off."

Y/n shrugged. "It's worth a try."

"Good," Jackie said and stood up. "I should get going. My mom is going to attempt to make dinner tonight. If you see the fire department at my house, you'll know what happened." She walked over to the door and tugged it open. "But on the bright side, there'll be lots of fireman. Bye!"

"Maybe I can get a piece of that action," Y/n joked, making Donna laugh.

"I better get going too," she said. "I have to meet your brother at the hub for our date."

"Ohhh, where's he taking you? Mt. Hump?" Hyde asked.

"Ew, gross! Hyde!" Y/n shrieked, making Hyde laugh. "That's my little brother."

"Little?" Hyde asked. "You guys are only ten months apart."

"I'm still older by a couple months."

"Whatever you say," Hyde said, unconcerned and crossed his arms.

"Actually, no, he's taking me somewhere else for once," Donna said, grabbing her coat. "He says it's a surprise."

"I can guarantee his surprise is what's in his pants," Hyde said.

Donna rolled her eyes and looked at Y/n. "Good luck with him."

Y/n nodded as she watched Donna leave the basement. She turned back to him who was staring at her through his aviators. "Now I know what's on your mind."

"How could it not be when you're here looking like that," he responded and stood up only to crawl his way onto her, making her lie on her back.

A smirk played at her lips as she reached up and removed his glasses, finally seeing those blown pupils in his baby blue eyes. "Looking like what, Mr. Hyde?"

He growled at the nickname as he dipped his head into her neck, peppering her flesh with light kisses. She closed her eyes and leaned her head to the side to give him more access.

"All hot and don't even know it," he muttered, trailing his hands up her blouse. He brought his face up to meet hers and pressed his mouth against hers.

"You are mine," he growled when he pulled apart from her. "Not Kelso's. Mine."

She nodded. "Now show me just why I'm yours."

The next day...

The gang hung out in the basement as usual as the tv played quietly in the background. Y/n sat on the couch wearing a mini skirt wearing Hyde's Led Zepplin shirt, reading a magazine. Kelso couldn't help but stare at her bare sun kissed legs, his eyes roaming and try to see under her skirt.

"Stop staring at me," Y/n demanded.

"Well, I'm sorry, Y/n, but you're freakin' hot!" he responded.

"Hey, Kelso, have you tried not hitting on my sister?" Eric asked calmly, yet sarcastically.

"I gotta, Eric," Kelso asked. "It's like asking me not to breathe!" He snapped his fingers and pointed at Y/n. "I know! We should do it."

Y/n shook her head, keeping her eyes glued to the magazine. "You are as dumb as you are pretty."

Kelso smirked and leaned on the arm rest next to her, face inches from hers. "So, you're saying I'm pretty?"

She tore her eyes from the magazine and made eye contact with him, noses barley brushing, and glared at him. "Bite me, Kelso," she spit before pushing his face away from hers.

"Is that a promise?," Kelso asked, smirking.

Hyde walked out of his room in that moment, seeing Kelso on the floor and Y/n sitting on the couch. When he moved from behind the couch to his seat, he noticed Y/n wearing his shirt. "Is that my shirt?"

Y/n looked up at him with a hint of innocence in her eyes. "Yeah, I saw it in the dryer and thought it looked comfy. Plus, I thought it'd look good with this skirt. Is that okay?"

"Um," he replied, swallowing thickly as he scanned her body, especially at her smooth and shapely legs. "Yeah. It's whatever."

She grinned at him. "Thank you."

"Whoa," Eric said as he stood from the couch. "Since when do you let chicks wear your shirts?"

Hyde shrugged. "I never had a problem with it to begin with."

"Yes, you did," Donna said with a smile on her face. "You said that no girl will ever your shirts unless you're banging her." Her eyes grew wide as she shot up from her seat. "Are you two sleeping together?!"

"What?" Y/n asked calmly. "Don't be crazy; of course we're not."

"Good, because you know if you were, I'd have to kick your ass, Hyde," Eric said, relief flooding over him as he went over to the fridge to grab a popsicle.

"What's the big deal? It's just a shirt," Hyde replied and set his feet up on the table, crossing his arms. "Besides, I live here. Why would it be weird?"

"I don't know," Fez replied. "I mean it's pretty obvious you have the hots for her."

"Shut up, Fez," Hyde said threateningly. "I do not."

"Oh, sure," he replied quietly.

"So, on this whole doing it," Kelso said and knelt down next to Y/n. "Are we doing it or not?"

Hyde didn't hesitate to reach over and connect his fist as hard he could to Kelso's shoulder.

"Ow, Hyde! What the hell was that for?"

Hyde grinned at his dopey best friend. He tried his hardest not to just beat the ever living hell out of him, but luckily for him, he had a good poker face. "Just love messing with you, man."

Kelso went from offended to laughing in seconds. "That's a good one." He turned back to Y/n. "So, what do you say?"

"You know, you begging me like this is kinda hot," Y/n commented with hooded eyes.

"Oh, yeah?" Kelso asked, shifting to be eye level with her.

"Yeah," she smiled and inhaled deeply.

"Y/n, what the hell are you doing?" Hyde asked.

"Yeah, what he said," Eric said. "Look, I don't need Kelso sleeping with both my sisters AND worry about knocking her up to. It's like a weird porno soap opera."

"You know what also is really hot?" Y/n asked, ignoring her brother and secret boyfriend.

"What?" he giggled, loving how close they were.

"Leaving me alone!" she responded and hit him with the magazine she was holding.

The group chuckled as Kelso stood up. "Damn, Y/n, I just wanted to get a little action!"

"Leave her alone, man. It's like you're deaf," Hyde said, annoyed.

"Hey, I've never given up on a girl before and I'm not going to start now!" Kelso defended.

"Well, you better!" Hyde said, growing frustrated. "I'm tired of hearing this everyday, man. So, shut up and leave her alone before I make you."

"Damn, Hyde, what's got your panties in a twist?" Kelso asked glumly and stood up.

"Nothing. I'm just tired of hearing you everyday trying to get into her pants! So, knock it off!"

"Well, it's not like she's your girlfriend, so you knock it off!" Kelso argued.

"Really? That's the best you can do?" Hyde asked, smirking.

The entire time the two men were arguing, Y/n found herself, staring incredulously at them as if she was a prize.

"Well, I can tell you to get bent and I'll do whatever I like, but I know you'll hit me," Kelso said.

"You just basically said it to me, you moron!" Hyde said, yelling. "And now I'm going to hit you."

Kelso took a couple steps back, backing away from Hyde. "You do that and it will not end well for you."

"Okay, guys stop it!" Y/n shouted, jumping up from her seat. "This isn't cool. Kelso sit down over there," she said pointing to the lawn chair. "And Hyde, sit down over there." She pointed to his usual seat.

Hyde and Kelso glared at each other for a minute.

"Fine," Hyde said and turned around.

"Fine," Kelso repeated and sat down in the lawn chair. "But I think something else that would've been interested to know on what exactly I was going to do."

As everyone looked at him in confusion, Kelso reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of pink panties.

"What the hell, Kelso?!" Y/n shrieked. "Are those my panties?!"

Kelso smirked in victory as he held the panties close to his ear. "What's that panties? You want me to do what to you? Oh, I can't do that. Naughty panties!" He clapped the cotton fabric between his hands and glanced over at Hyde who was practically steaming from the ears.

"You're dead," Hyde spat through gritted teeth and practically lunged at Kelso.

Before Kelso could react, Hyde was on top of him, his fists hitting wherever they would land.

"Hyde! What the--Ow! My eye!" Kelso shouted.

Before Hyde could connect his fist once more, he felt two arms wrap under his arms and around his chest and was pulled off the man.

"Hyde, get off of him before you really hurt him!" Eric shouted, trying to be heard over Kelso's wailing.

"What is it with you?!" Kelso asked. "We're just messing around!"

"No, you're not!" Hyde yelled, ripping himself from Eric's grip. "You're being a complete tool to Y/n."

"Why do you care this much?" Kelso asked with Y/n's panties still in hand. Y/n walked over and snatched her panties back from his grip.

"Because she's my chick, man!" Hyde blurted, but quickly realized what he just said as he saw everyone's wide eyes on him. Except for Y/n who was eyeing her brother.

"She's...she's your...what now?" Eric sputtered.

"Uhm...I meant...she's a--a chick," Hyde said, trying to save himself.

"No, no. No, no. You just she's your chick," Jackie corrected, pointing a finger at him. "Don't try to wiggle yourself out of this one."

"She's...uh--uh...Y/n, a little help here?" he asked his girlfriend who was standing there awkwardly.

"What he meant to say was that as a woman he respects me and he didn't appreciate Kelso's boneheaded advances towards me," she said, rather smoothly even though her voice wavered.

Eric stared at his sister wide eyed with his mouth open. "You guys are dating?"

The couple sighed in defeat as Hyde rubbed his hot neck. "Yeah."

Y/n nodded, trying not to look Eric in the eye.

"Have you two...had s-sex?" Eric stuttered, forcing that image out of his mind.

"Eric!" Donna said. "You don't ask that."

"Do you really want to know that answer?" Hyde asked.

Eric screwed his eyes shut, now the image really colorful behind his eyelids. He shoved the heel of his hand deep into his eyes until he saw different shapes, desperate to erase the unholy sin that was between his sister and best friend.

"How long?" Kelso asked after he was able to get over the initial shock enough to speak.

"About a month," Y/n responded with a strong voice.

"A month?!" Eric cried out. "You've been screwing my sister for a month?! Oh, God." He forced himself to swallow the bile that had risen up his throat.

"You sure it hasn't been longer than that?" Jackie asked. "Because, you know, sometimes, time can feel a lot shorter when you're...having fun."

"Don't call it that!" Eric yelled and eyed the couple who were now standing near each other. "This can't be happening. This can't be happening! My best friend and my sister bumping uglies? Why would you two do this?"

"Because I like him?" Y/n challenged. "And he likes me."

"Yeah, man. We're not just fooling around."

"I don't care what you're doing or not doing!" Eric shouted, face turning red. "You went behind my back and starting dating my sister when you knew it would bother me!"

"Forman--"

"No! Don't even--! You know what? I--I can't stay here. I need some air," Eric said before he stormed out the basement.

The couple looked after him, sighing and turned back to the group.

"By the way, yes, it's been a month," Y/n said, answering Jackie's question.

"Ah, damn!" she replied and pulled out ten dollar bill from her wallet and handed it to Fez.

Fez whooped and gleefully took the money. "Told you!"

I hope you enjoyed this one! Let me know if there is anything I could've added! Thanks for reading my lovely.

[callivich]

This took me a while because I am terrible at coming up with prompts, but I wish you would write a fic where, Lip and Mickey acknowledge that they are friends and are important to each other. 🖤👬 I loved your post-anniversary fic and I just need more mickey & lip content!

Aww, thank you so much, I’m so glad you enjoyed the post-anniversary fic. So, here’s a little sequel to that, set the morning after:

(This is canon-divergent as I’m changing it so either Frank doesn’t die or they aren’t informed until after this.)

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Lip (8:42am): need me to come and get one of you to pick up the ambulance?

Mickey frowns at the message on his phone that had woken him up. It’s too early for this. Ian is, of course, already awake and….changing into his running clothes? Ugh. “Your brother texted.” Mickey mumbles, watching Ian pull on a t-shirt.

“You’re awake.” Ian smiles at him and throws himself on top of Mickey, kissing him softly. “Happy first day of our second year of marriage.”

“Mmm, yeah. Same to you. You seriously going on a run?” He hooks his fingers into the waistband of Ian’s shorts and begins to pull them down.

“Yeah, only because I thought you’d want to sleep for longer. Was gonna come back, wake you up nice and slow and then-”

“Well I’m awake now, no thanks to Lip.”

Ian fumbles for his own phone, smiling as Mickey’s hands go lower, he reads the message that Lip had sent to both of them. “I’ll go.”

“Nah, man, go run. I’ll pick up the ambulance. Haven’t got any pick-ups till 11, so,” he smacks Ian’s ass, “we can start this second year of marriage off with a bang. Literally.” He wiggles his eyebrows and bites his lip.

Ian smirks at Mickey’s cheesy line and kisses him, “Sounds good,” before rolling off him, and pulling his shorts back up. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Don’t shower when you get back. I like it when you’re all sweaty.”

Ian laughs as he leaves. Mickey grins as he thinks of the fun they’ll be having later.

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Grabbing his phone, he fires off a quick text to Lip - (8:50): meet you out front in half an hour?

Lip (8:50): k

Mickey showers quickly, pulling on a pair of jeans and one of Ian’s hoodies, and drinking the cup of coffee Ian had left him on the counter in the kitchen - next to a note that says ‘🖤 love you :) 🖤’ Fucking dork, Mickey thinks, but he smiles and shoves the note in his pocket.

Lip is already waiting for Mickey when he makes it outside. In the past, he would dread spending any amount of time alone with Lip. But as he slides into the passenger seat, he finds that he doesn’t feel as annoyed as he usually does and Lip’s stupid smirking face doesn’t make him want to throw a punch. Maybe it’s the promise of sex with his husband that has put him in a good mood? Or maybe he doesn’t hate Lip as much as he thinks? Nah, that can’t be right.

“Morning. Surprised it’s you up this early and not Ian. Thought you’d be worn out after last night?” Lip begins the drive towards the Southside, his fingers tapping on the wheel.

“You really wanna know if I’m too tired after getting railed by your little brother?”

“Mickey.” Lip groans, “Fuck no. I was asking if you were hungover. You were wasted.”

“Oh. Nah. M’fine. Ian’s gone for a run. He was gonna let me sleep in but you woke me up with that text.”

“Hazard of having a baby, you forget everyone else isn’t awake at the crack of dawn everyday.”

Mickey shrugs, and they fall into a comfortable silence, and he notices that he’s still not feeling that familiar sense of annoyance that he usually does with Lip. He’s definitely going soft. Ian’s fault probably. He supposes that Lip has been alright recently - helping with the wedding anniversary as though it was no big deal, acting like it was normal that Mickey had asked him for help. There were no sarcastic comments or dirty looks like Mickey was intruding in the Gallagher family. No, he just asked what he could do and helped round up the other siblings to help too. He treated Mickey like he was part of the family. Even Mickey can reluctantly admit that. Even if it is through gritted teeth.

“Thanks for…y’know, driving us home last night and helping me organise the party.” Mickey is staring out the window, his voice low. He doesn’t know why he’s saying this, but he knows Ian would like that he did. And maybe there’s a tiny part of him that likes that he can say this and it doesn’t feel awful. “Especially after that…uh…fight.”

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Mickey’s words take Lip by surprise and he’s speechless for a moment. He supposes this is as close to an apology as Mickey would ever give him. And to be fair, Lip knows he needs to say sorry too. But he realises he can’t quite say it either. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter. And it won’t happen again.”

Mickey snorts, “Don’t know how you can be sure of that.”

“Well, Ian said - and I quote - ‘hit my husband again, I’ll fucking kill you’. So. Yeah, ain’t gonna happen again. At least from my end. And he’s right. Shouldn’t be getting into it like that with family.”

Mickey is silent for a moment, sneaking a quick glance at Lip. “He said that?”

“Yup.”

“Ok. Then, yeah, I won’t hit you again.” He says it easily, with a firm nod. “Probably. If you don’t do anything to piss me off.”

Lip rolls his eyes, “Yeah, because it’s me who’s the annoying fucker.”

“Glad you can admit that.”

And he can’t believe it, but he genuinely laughs at that. Lip can count on one hand the times he actually found Mickey funny. Most of the time he thinks he’s a dick, but lately….well, there’s been moments when he’s not been that bad and, dare he say it, he’s actually not minded being around Mickey. Sure, these have also been countered by moments when he absolutely wants to kill him but there are less and less of those. He must be adjusting to the fact that they’re family now - Mickey’s not some scary, dirty kid from the neighbourhood anymore, he’s not just Mandy’s brother, he’s Ian’s husband. He’s Lip’s brother-in-law. And that means something. So, yeah, he’s gonna treat him like a brother, like family. (As much as he can that is, because Lip isn’t a saint and sometimes Mickey really is very fucking annoying.) But he’s gonna try. That’s the important thing. And it seems like Mickey is going to try too.

“You’re a dick.”

“Yeah, well, got a reputation to uphold. Can’t let you think I’ve gone fucking soft or some shit.”

“Wouldn’t ever think in a million years that the guy who planned a romantic surprise anniversary party for his husband with accordion music and dancers was soft.”

“Fuck off.” But there’s no heat in his words, he’s just got a pleased look on his face. Probably thinking back to the night before.

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They get stuck in traffic - due to roadworks where there seems to be less work and more standing around going on. Mickey checks his phone and scrolls through the pictures he took last night, that get steadily and steadily blurrier as the night goes on. It really was a great night. He feels his face flush in happiness just thinking about it. He can’t wait to get home.

Lip is tapping his fingers on the steering wheel again, Mickey notices he looks tired. He thinks back to Lip’s admission that he’d slipped up and had beer, and wonders if he’s had another slip. He could ask him straight out, Ian probably would, but that feels like a step too far. So he decides to hint at it.

“Everything alright with you and Tami?”

“Oh, yeah, you know….just a lot going on.”

“Right.” He shifts in his seat, glances towards his brother-in-law, and sighs. “Yeah, lot of difficult shit going on. Stressful shit.”

Mickey thinks he’s going to have to say it but apparently it’s obvious what he’s thinking. Lip stops tapping the steering wheel. “You fishing to see if I want a drink?”

“Do you?”

“I….sometimes. A bit. I’m going to meetings so.” He shrugs, avoiding Mickey’s eyes.

“Tami know?”

“Sort of.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“There’s just been so much going on. We’ve kinda talked but not properly.”

The traffic starts to move and soon they are almost at the Alibi. “Talking…communicating. All that shit, it fucking sucks but it’s important.” Mickey feels awkward talking to Lip like this, but strangely it doesn’t feel too uncomfortable. “Don’t put it off, it’ll be worse the longer you wait.”

“I know.” Lip pulls up in front of the ambulance. “Thanks.”

“Whatever.” He peers at Lip cautiously. “You’re not gonna tell me you love me again are you?”

“Was hoping you might not remember that considering how drunk you were last night.”

“You’re soft as hell. I’d stick around to make fun of you but I gotta hot date with my husband.” He moves to get out the car, “Thanks for the ride, man.” He gives Lip the finger and a cheeky smile as he walks over to the ambulance, shouting “see ya!” over his shoulder.

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For the ask meme: I wish you would write a fic where….

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

SWAT Guy (Part 4)

(gif by @supernatural-jackles​)

Summary: Dean and Sam have a setback in their case and decide getting drunk is the best course of action. The boys end up sharing some of their darker memories with one another but it might be exactly what they need to crack the case...

Masterlist

Pairing: SWAT officer!Dean x reader

Square: In Vino Veritas

Word Count: 1,400ish

Warnings: language, smidge of angst

A/N: For the purposes of this story, Sam is the reader’s brother. This was written for @supernatural-jackles​​ Tell Me A Story Bingo. Enjoy!…

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“Hey guys,” you said. They both grunted from the couch as you put the pizza box and other bag on top of the counter. “How was work? Any news in the case?”

“Not yet,” said Dean, Sam knocking back his drink. You caught the empty bottle of bourbon on the counter while you washed up, knowing for a fact it was half full the night before.

“Are you guys drunk?” you asked. 

“Yup,” said Sam, leaning his head back over the edge of the couch. He giggled and Dean started to laugh. You rolled your eyes and got out a few pieces of pizza and fries for them, putting them on plates and carrying them over. 

“May I ask why you two are drunk?” you asked while you fixed up your own plate.

“A bunch of shit went missing from the arsenal today,” said Dean. “They had the balls to drill under the building in the middle of last night.”

“Zero leads,” said Sam, taking a big bite.

“Something bad is going down. Real bad. Like stay the fuck home the next few days,” said Dean. Sam hummed around his food and you took a seat next to Dean. “It’s gonna be a fucking shit show when it goes down.”

“You guys are trained for that kind of thing,” said Sam, making a mess on his shirt as he scarfed down his food.

“They have our equipment. People could die,” said Dean. 

“Yeah but you gotta try still,” said Sam, eating four fries at once. “I mean I got PTSD from that guy and I still go catch murderers every day.”

Dean’s head snapped in your direction and you slumped down.

“You have PTSD?” asked Dean. 

“Yeah, he does,” you said quietly.

“Guy broke in our house when we were teenagers. Killed our parents. Almost got us too,” said Sam before he burped.

“Your parents were murdered?” said Dean. You nodded and took a small bite of pizza. “I’m sorry. Did they catch the guy?”

“It was a long time ago. Eventually yeah. He got life, no parole. I didn’t see or hear anything really. Sam came in my room and put me on his back and hopped out the window with me and ran us to a neighbors house. He’s the one that…”

“Saw it?” said Dean. Sam nodded and reached for his empty glass. “Yeah. I’ve seen my fair share of fucked up shit too.”

“I was so fucking jealous when you transferred to us,” said Sam with a laugh. “I heard about Denver. You go through that and here you come in all normal and cool and happy and I’m the one still going to therapy for something that happened nearly fifteen years ago.”

“The grass ain’t any greener over here,” said Dean. He was looking far more sober than Sam, one of his arms curling around your waist. “We can’t save everyone Sam. You were a kid. You saved the one you could and that is all we can do.”

“Did you really lose your family in Denver?” asked Sam. You knew Dean’s family had died suddenly a few years ago but he’d only ever implied it was an accident, nothing more.

“It was my mom’s birthday. Everyone was staying the night at the old house. My father was working on a case with the mafia. It was a pretty bad night.”

“How’d you…” you said, Dean smiling softly at you.

“Luck. I spent a month in the ICU. I have nightmares from work, don’t get me wrong. But mostly they’re about that night,” he said. He got up and took Sam’s glass away, replacing it with a bottle of water. “Next time we get drunk, it’s cause we caught this son of a bitch, not a pity party. Got me Sammy?”

“You’re not the boss of me.”

“No, I’m not. But she’s my girl which makes you my boy and I was a Hell of a big brother if I don’t say so myself. So. Let’s eat, sober up, and tomorrow let’s try to catch these guys. Alright?”

Sam ripped off a chunk of his pizza and hummed. Dean sat down beside you and you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Eat your dinner, baby,” you said quietly. “We’ll talk later.”

“I’m sorry,” you said in bed that night after Dean told you about what had happened in Denver. “It sounds like a horror movie.”

“It was. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone,” he said as you had your arms wrapped around his back. He had himself tucked into you, his head under your chin. “But I’ve felt more like my old self the past few months. Met this sweet girl, makes me feel better.”

“I love you.” He turned his head up, smiling at you.

“You love me? Why?”

“You make me happy and I care about you. I wish you were as happy as you make me feel.”

“I was low before you. I hid it was all. But you do make me happy. You and Sam. I feel like I have a family again maybe,” he said.

“You do,” you said, kissing him slowly, lingering your lips together. “I got you tonight and every other night. I promise.”

“Good morning,” you yawned, both boys working at the kitchen table with their laptops. You gave Dean a kiss on the cheek and ruffled his hair before resting your chin on top of his head. “You had no nightmares.”

“Nope,” said Dean with a smile. You peered down at his screen, Sam sipping on a cup of coffee. “How’s it going over there?”

“I think you’re onto something with that theory of yours.”

“What’s the theory?” you asked.

“Well,” said Dean, encouraging you to take a seat on his lap. “I was thinking, most crap in that room you can get on the black market. But then it hit me, it wasn’t about them getting it.”

“It was making sure the cops didn't have it. Whatever they’re doing is going down today and would require SWAT to use that specific equipment they stole,” said Sam. You hummed and Sam turned around his laptop. “You know more about this stuff than me-“

“You’re a better investigator than I am,” said Dean, taking hold of Sam’s laptop. His eyes flickered over top of the screen and he smiled.

“You think that’s it?” asked Sam.

“I think we got it Sammy boy.”

One Month Later

“Well don’t you two look all cute with your awards,” you said. Sam rolled his eyes but Dean took it as an opportunity to gave you a big fat kiss.

“I am literally right here,” said Sam.

“That ain’t my problem,” said Dean. Sam smacked in him the back of the head after you’d broken apart and Dean flicked his ear back.

“Boys,” you said as the chief of the station walked over.

“Enjoying your party boys?” he asked.

“Yes sir,” they both responded, a small smile crossing the chief’s lips.

“Maybe this will be a reminder that working across departments can be a good thing going forward. I’d like you two to head up any joint task force efforts that may fall under either of your purviews,” he said, both boys nodding. “Enjoy yourselves.”

“Well,” said Dean after the chief had walked away. “I say we get Sammy a girl tonight to celebrate.”

“Yes!”

“No!” groaned Sam.

“Little hottie from the press office in the green dress over there has not been shy about eyeing you up and down,” said Dean. Sam spun his head around and rolled his eyes. 

“That’s just Eileen guys. We’re friends.”

“Eileen! Sam wants to dance!” you called across the way as you pushed Sam over towards her.

“I’m gonna kill you!” muttered Sam, all smiles by the time Eileen was there.

“This is why I love you,” said Dean, kissing your temple and reaching behind you, trying to steal the last jalapeno popper off your plate. 

“Thief,” you said, picking it up. You held it up to his mouth and he took a big bite, grinning after he’d swallowed. “You know...I know we said you’d move back home when this all settled down but we could...you know.”

“I think I’m sticking around home for a while if that’s alright with you,” said Dean. You grinned and he rested his head on your shoulder. “I kinda got this no nightmare streak going lately and I’d hate to mess with that.”

“More than alright with me, babe,” you said as you kissed the top of his head. “More than alright.”

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[kingdomofvellia]

Alice: *Sighs* It’s nice today. Leo: It sure is. Alice: I wish we didn’t have to go back in.

Leo: You know, we don’t actually have to. Alice: Yes we do because this little bear is gonna want to eat soon and I am not going to whip out my boob where the paparazzi can see me. Leo: I suppose you’ve got a point there.

Alice: Especially now, when we’re going overseas in just two days.  Leo: Yeah, it’ll be enough drama between the happy couple.  Alice: I know! I am looking forward to it.

Leo: Me too. It’s going to be quite interesting seeing Niles marry a noblewoman. Alice: And becoming a dad... Hopefully they’ll be less tired than what we are.

Leo: I doubt that. Babies have a tendency to be quite loud. If anything we lucked out with this little sound sleeper. Alice: Too true, but all babies sure are cute, even the load ones. Leo: I agree! We should have one more. Alice: Hah, you wish!

Alice: I mean if you can do the entire pregnancy thing, sure, let’s get right to it- Shiloh: Leo! Aunty! Did you see! I hit the tree!

Leo: Sure did, buddy! That was a good one! Shiloh: It was! Wasn’t it? Alice: Absolutely! You’re gonna end up at Takahiro’s level if you’ll keep this up!

Shiloh: You think? Alice: Nuh-uh! I know! Leo: You’re gonna be even better than that dork.

Shiloh: Maybe he can help me train when we go to Byukuya? Leo: I am sure he can, if you ask nicely.

Shiloh: Can you please teach me how to ask nicely in Byukuyian? Alice: Naw, of course! Leo: Knowing him, he won’t be able to say no.

Alice: Your dad was really nice sending you that bow and arrow, huh? Shiloh: He really was... I am glad he’s thinking of me. Alice: Aw, Shili... I am sure you’re always on his mind.

Leo: You know what, I can confirm that. He talks about you all the time. Shiloh: Hehe! Alice: Just like I’m always thinking about you, Freddybear!

Zara: Aw, aren’t you guys too precious? Shiloh: Mum!

Alice: Hey Zara! How was work? Zara: It was nice! I got to taste some wonderful foods! Alice: That’s great... Glad you had a good time! Zara: Thank you. But what you’ve got there, Shiloh? Shiloh: It’s a bow!

Shiloh: Dad sent it to me! Zara: He did? How nice of him. Shiloh: Yeah! I had arrows too but I shot them already. Leo: Alice... Our baby is crawling away...

Alice: Oh? Good thing you caught him then! Zara: That’s nice sweetheart... Leo? Can I have a word? Leo: ... Ugh, sure.

Zara: Thank you; Shiloh darling, why don’t you go find your arrows and show me how well you shoot when Leo and I get back? Shiloh: Good idea! Alice: Hold on, buddy, I’ll help you look!. Shiloh: Thank you!

Shiloh: I shot it over there! Alice: Let’s look there then!

Zara: So... You told Alice that I’ve got a boyfriend? Leo: Didn’t you hear? Zara: No, I was just joking with the “gossip” thing, but I guess I was spot on. Leo: I guess. Zara: May I ask why?

Leo: Because Alice was getting jealous, and I hate lying to her. Zara: Jealous? Seriously? Leo: Can you blame her? One moment you hate me, and the next you and I sneak around being all secretive. 

Zara: So that’s why you told her about Xander? Leo: No? I did not mention my brother in any way, shape or form. Zara: And? Do you think she’s that stupid? Of course she’ll figure it out!

Leo: Not necessarily. You did run around with brother’s old retainer, and you two looked very much in love. Zara: You know I am not into him. Leo: Never said you were. Just reminding you that you could always pin this on him and get away scot-free.

Zara: I don’t want that. Leo: I know you don’t. But this mess is your fault. Zara: ... Leo: How many years have you lied to her now? 6? 7?

Leo: Honestly, I think it’s deplorable you haven’t told her. Zara: You know I can’t. Felicia’s her best friend. Leo: Yeah but she’s your family. The last family you’ve got even.

Leo: I mean sure, you’ve got Shiloh, Freddy and I, but I don’t think any of us would be as understanding as your cousin. Zara: ... Leo: Because she is, you know, your blood.

Leo: You gotta stop being all secretive, or it’s gonna bite you in the end. Zara: ... Leo: Just look at Shiloh, I know you’re mad at me for the scene I caused at the birthday party...

Leo: ...But let’s not forget that that boy is the rightful heir to Anya. And that will not be easy for him.

Leo: ... One day family is the last thing he will have to keep him safe, which means you got to start trusting said family. You gotta start letting her in, Zara.

Zara: ... I guess you’re right.

---

Alice: *Mumbles* Stupid splinter... leave it to me to accidentally impale myself... Shiloh: I found my arrow.

Alice: You did! Great job, little dude! Shiloh: I want to go home... Alice: This soon? Don’t you want to show Zara your shot? Shiloh: ... Please.

Alice: Of course, bud! - Leo! Zara! We’re ready to head back!

Shiloh: ...

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Stars Aren’t the Only Things That Glitter

A Drifting Stars AU short, collaborating with @clownwry.

2nd, 3rd, 4th.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Grunkle Ford, look out!”

“Mabel, stay back!”

BANG!

“Mabel… MABEL! HOLD ON! I’M COMING! MABEL!”

~~~~~~~~~~

Mabel looked at the blazing fire, trying to pretend to ignore her great-uncles muttering so she might pick up a swear word, be it alien or English was perfectly fine by her. Mabel didn’t pick up any swears, but she did hear the words “reckless” and “irresponsible” and “inconceivable”. The Listening Game did a fair job of distracting her from the pain on her arm and shoulder. Except when Grunkle Ford’s bandages were a little too tight and she would wince at the friction on her burn.

Still muttering through his teeth, his eye glued to the injury through his single-cracked glasses, he did it again, pulling on the bandage a little too hard, this time making Mabel accidentally let am “ouch!” slip past her lips. Ford looked up at her and his expression grew softer and more nurturing. “I’m sorry, my dear, but really, you shouldn’t have done that.”

“They were gonna shoot you…”

“I don’t care.” Ford said firmly. “If I tell you to run, you run. If I tell you to hide, you hide. If I tell you to save yourself and leave me behind, you do so.”

“No.”

The nomadic scientist blinked, slightly surprised by her stubbornness. Only slightly surprised, because she is a Pines, after all. But she is a good kid and in the month they had been traveling the Multiverse, she had never outright defied him like this. “Excuse me?” He wasn’t even stern or angry; he was too surprised (and maybe even a little proud) to properly scold her anymore.

“No. That’s stupid.” Mabel answered, her little cheeks puffed up in determination, her eyes sparkling with the reflection of the fire, a flame of her own in the windows to her soul. “I’ll never leave you behind. We’re a family, we gotta stick together if we’re gonna survive and get home. We need each other. Besides, if the tables were turned, would you leave me behind?”

“That’s an entirely different matter.” Ford said with a small smile on his ruffed-up face; he resumed his work on the burn more gently now and finished wrapping it up, securing the bandage. “I’m old, I’ve lived my life. You take priority.”

“I don’t care.” Mabel said, copying Ford’s exact tone and voice from earlier. The grown man snorted with amusement.

Ford decided to put this little argument on hold, seeing how there was no changing Mabel’s mind right now. And he didn’t want to spend the entire evening rebuking her. “You did do a very good job disarming those hunters. I’m very proud of you.”

Mabel sat up a little straighter and smiled up at Ford. “Thank you.”

Ford smiled at her and stood, moving to his large backpack to fish out the things for tea and dinner, though it would probably only be dried meat and oats. “I’m just glad you’re okay, pumpkin.”

Mabel’s eyes widened as her world was put on pause. She felt like she was being sucked into a time vortex, transported into a memory.

Grunkle Stan was dusting some zombie parts off of his armchair when Mabel was walking by, leaving the kitchen after giving Soos his cure for zombification. Stan noticed that Mabel looked very tired. He smiled at her from her seat, and Mabel ran up to him and climbed into his lap for a big hug.

“Hey, you alright?” Stan asked.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Are you?”

“Oh, I’m fine. I’m just glad you’re okay, pumpkin.” And he gave her a secure squeeze and Mabel happily hugged him back.

Mabel was shoved back into reality, accompanied by a sinking feeling of loss. She missed Grunkle Stan. She missed Dipper. She missed Waddles, and Soos, and Wendy, and the Shack, and Oregon, and California, and Mom and Dad…

Ford turned back to the fire with a kettle and wire-spider in hand, ready to ask Mabel to fetch some water (she always enjoyed being of assistance), but he stopped when he saw her crying with her eyes shut and wiping her cheeks dry with her wrists. Ford was immediately halted and his priorities shifted drastically. Nothing mattered at this moment but making her feel better.

He was swift. Ford scooped up some water from the clean stream into the kettle, then used the wire-spider to hold the kettle over the fire. Giving the water plenty of time to heat up and steam, Ford gently picked Mabel up from her seat on the log, only to hold her close and let her wrap her arms around his neck. He didn’t say a word, being a social-cripple and having no idea what he could say that would make her feel better, so he stayed silent and was simply there for her.

And really, that was all Mabel needed.

~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning the two humans were lucky to come across a small rustic town in the woods, reminding Ford of the small Tennessee-town Fiddleford grew up in. Except of course there were no humans, but blue-skinned elves with pointy years and the occasional centaur.

Ford had stolen a bit of money from a hunter yesterday, which meant they got to restock on supplies and even buy a cheap breakfast at an outside cafe. Sitting at a table under an umbrella, Ford was going over his plan with Mabel while she munched on her sweetly-cooked purple apples tossed in spices and sugar.

“... so once we reach this cavern here, we’ll reach a very interesting town called Flush Valley. I’ve heard it specializes in building mechanical limbs and prosthetics, but it’s surrounded by rich minerals perfect for building, so we can find what we need easily here. There may even be a day-by-day job I can get to earn a bit of money for food and shelter.”

“I can work, too! Daddy always said I was like a French horse!” Mabel added in excitedly.

Ford chuckled. “We’ll see. I would feel more comfortable if you were working so I could keep an eye on you. Moving on,” The old scientist sipped his strange alien coffee, but it contained caffeine and somewhat resembled his home dimension’s coffee taste, so he drank it. “The way there could be crawling with scavengers. A lot of people come to Flush Valley just barely hanging on by a thread, easy targets for hunting and stealing food and supplies. So we need to keep our guard up for the next two days.”

“Okay.” Mabel said, as nonchalantly as if Ford told her to remember to add milk to a grocery list.

Ford gave her a firmer look and added, “So, if we think we’re being followed, what do we do?”

“We pretend we don’t know and we keep walking calmly.” Mabel replied. “We keep our eyes open for a way to lose them, and where the sneaky-peaky spies are.”

“Very good.” Ford smiled at her. “If we decide to try to lose them, what do we do?”

“Run as fast as we can. If I can’t catch up I get on your shoulders and focus on making them go away, while you get us away.”

“Yes, excellent. What do we do if we decide to confront them?”

“I grab by sling-shot and exploding rocks and hit as many guys as I can. I aim for the knees or feet so they fall and can’t shoot us. Oh, and we stand with our backs to each other so we see everything, together.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself. Now, if we are surrounded and I find a way to escape, what do you do?”

“Make sure you go in so you can lead the way!” Mabel answered with a grin.

“N-No, honey.” Ford said gently with a smile, as if informing a kindergartner that 1+1=2, not 11. “If I find a way to escape, you go first…”

“No,” Mabel said, still smiling as she shook her head. “You go first so I can make sure you’re coming.”

Ford sighed and took another sip of his drink. “Okay, if I tell you to run, you…”

“I grab your hand and run with you, making sure no one gets lost.”

“Mabel, no.”

“Mabel YES!” The girl grinned with determination. “You’re stuck with me, old man! You can’t get rid of me!”

Ford was getting annoyed at this point. He pinched the bridge of his nose, lifting his glasses up slightly, and growled, “I’m not trying to get rid of you, I’m trying to save you!”

Mabel gave him a very serious look and questioned, “By leaving me alone out here?”

“No! I-...” But Ford stopped and bit his lip. His niece did have an excellent point. As much as Ford was willing to do anything to keep her safe, as much as Ford was willing to sacrifice his own life for her’s, that really wasn’t a good idea.

There was a good chance Mabel could survive without him, at least until she found a nice family to take her in (or, somehow, miraculously, Stanley opened the portal and brought her home, but Ford didn’t dare to hope for that). But she was so young and inexperienced in the Multiverse. At least when Ford was first thrown into the chaos he was an adult and was accustomed to weirdness thanks to his six years of researching Gravity Falls. Mabel was extremely resourceful, imaginative, intelligent, and clever. She was also stronger and faster than many would assume. But she was too trusting. Too innocent. So, not to belittle Mabel or underestimate her, but she was right; she needed Ford, and as noble as it would be to exchange his life for her’s if it came down to it, that would also be incredibly stupid and only buy Mabel a little more time until she was captured or enslaved or killed or even worse.

And of course, only someone as people-smart and clever as Mabel could make Ford see that.

He sighed tiredly. “O-... Okay.” Mabel smiled proudly at him. “Okay, I’ll… I’ll try to be more careful.” Ford promised. “I… I just need you to be safe.”

“Don’t worry, I think we do a pretty good job of keeping each other safe.” Mabel complimented, holding out a bite of her fruit on a fork for Ford.

The old man held up a polite hand and declined, but his stomach turned against him and growled, and Mabel frowned at him, giving Ford a deja vu feeling of his mother forcing him and his brothers to eat their vegetables. So Ford smiled and accepted the sweetly cooked fruit. “Yes, I think so, too.”

[marvelfansince08love]

Hey Neighbour! - Part 7

Word Count: 3K 

Pairing: Ally Mayfair-Richards x Reader 

Warning: Smut at the beginning! 18+ NSFW (you’ve been warned), a little angsty towards the end x

A/N: Well it’s been a hot minute! I hope you enjoy my loves! ♥

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Not my gif credit to the lovely owner! (Ew Ivy)

Hey Neighbour! - Part 7

Soft hands skimmed over warm skin, gentle whimpers echoed through the dimly lit room as your lips made contact with her neck sucking lightly at the delicate skin beneath feeling her hands grasp tightly at your shoulders. Gently trailing your lips down from her neck towards her chest as your hands find the end of her nightgown pushing the material up towards her hips exposing her bare smooth legs feeling her lift at the hips to help you remove her clothing revealing her red lacy panties and toned stomach, sitting up onto your heels you help her remove the gown completely your eyes trailing over her exposed breasts as she lies back gracefully against the soft pillows the soft light from the night sky basking over her giving her a beautiful glow. 

“God you're beautiful,” you whisper in the air, eyes lifting to lock with brown. Her lips curl into a mischievous grin as she crooked a finger at you beckoning you closer like a siren calling you closer. Brushing your lips against her plump ones you feel her warm breath against your skin. 

“We’ll have to keep quiet,” she reminds you, her voice laced with teasing arousal, almost challenging you to try. Your eyes search vigorously around the room squint in the low light before grinning at your find, lay loosely across her dressing table chair is one of the many ties that Ally has been using for her election talks. Glancing briefly at her you watch as her eyes take in the same thing, both eyes glinting with want. 

“I think that can be arranged,” you promise breathlessly, watching with arousal as she shivers in anticipation biting her top lip to stop herself from giggling as sweet moans fill the dark room and into the morning light. 

***

The feeling of arousal and warmth pools low within your stomach as you begin to fidget, moaning at the welcoming feeling as you start to wake. Your hands instantly reach down to touch the soft brown hair that lays spread in between your legs, a soft tried grin appearing on your face. 

“Well Good Morning to you too,” you groan out, whimpering as Ally’s tongue flicks over your sweet spot before taking the nub into her mouth drawing out a low moan from you in the process. Her eyes flicker up to meet yours as you watch her tongue swirl around your clit enjoying the sweet moans from you as you begin to thrust meeting her upwards stroke, a deep chuckle from her vibrates against your wet spot. 

“Morning, Honey.” she whispers, making her way up your body leaving a wet trail of kisses along your naked body. With her front pressed against your own, you quickly wrap your arms around her waist keeping her close as she lays her hands flat against your chest propping her chin on top of them as she leaves sweet kisses along your jaw before you capture her skilful mouth with your own. 

“Thank you for last night,” Ally murmurs, stroking her index finger across your cheekbone. You frown as your lip twitches tilting your head to the side slightly. 

“Your welcome I guess?” Ally rolls her eyes playfully at your teasing demeanour hitting your shoulder lightly. 

“Idiot, I meant for comforting me at the fair and well being here for me,” she explains, you sombre at her words watching how difficult it is for her to open up about her vulnerability. Leaning forward you kiss the tip of her nose sweetly before rolling her over onto her side making her squeal with laughter at the sudden change of position. Lying on your side facing each other you lace your fingers with hers in comfort. 

“Of course, I really care about you Ally. It’s the least you deserve after everything you’ve been through,” her eyes cast down at your words, making you reach forward to pinch her chin lightly forcing her to lock eyes. 

“I mean it  Ally,” you murmur, a smile graces upon her lips at your adoring expression. Your moment of bliss is rudely interrupted by the sound of feet stomping on the floorboards just outside of Ally’s room making you spring apart reaching blindly for the scattered pieces of clothing on the floor. 

“Mom! Mommy!” The sound of both children’s voices makes you scramble even quick to cover up your decency. 

“Just a minute, sweetie!” Ally shouts, giving you both enough time to dress as quickly as possible .

Trying to hide your giggles you take in Ally’s messy hair, her baggy sweatpants and long T-shirt. The sound of you giggle makes her look over at you, glaring at your giggling state. 

“I’m sorry it’s just you look so cute and I’ve never seen you wear sweatpants before it’s just… endearing,” you tease her, before squealing at the attack by her pillow. 

“For that you can explain to the kids why the door is locked and cook them breakfast while I shower,” she punishes, smiling sweetly at you. Still smirking you head over towards her and kiss her lips briefly. 

“Sure thing, Sweetie.” you mock, winking at her before scurrying for the door as another pillow makes it’s way over towards you, missing you by an inch. 

Quickly leaving the room, you frown when you notice the empty hallway expecting to be jumped the instant you made yourself known to the two. 

“Guys!” you shout, quickly checking both Oz’s room and the guest room finding them empty. Giggling echoes through from downstairs making you smile before heading towards the sound. 

Hiding yourself round the corner you watch the two amusingly as Oz helps Amelia pour the sugary cereal into a bowl both standing on their foot stools. Ally had bought one for Amelia the last time she stayed over for the day to help Ally bake some cookies for her Senator meeting. The thought brings a soft smile to your face, loving the close bond the two have created after only a short period. 

“Ozzy if my mommy loves your mommy does that mean we can be brother and sister?” Amelia asks him, watching as he carefully pours the milk into the bowls, spilling the contents slightly onto the countertop making Amelia reach across for the paper towels wiping the mess. Her question makes you falter slightly from your content state, sure you and Ally were growing closer with each passing day and you were falling hard for the brunette but the doubt of the pace of your relationship gives you pause. Amelia has been growing closer and closer to the Mayfair-Richards family to the point where it could be damaging for her if you and Ally weren’t to work out, especially after your ex had left the both of you alone and without warning. Deciding to make your presence known you enter into the kitchen forcing a big smile. 

“Good morning to the mischievous duo! Oh I didn’t realise you guys were making breakfast!” you exclaim with unusual enthusiasm. 

“Not for you guys silly! We made our own because you were being lazy heads!” Amelia exclaims, as Oz giggles next to her. Raising a joking brow to her you slowly make your way round the counter and capture her in your arms tickling her side as she squeals. 

“No Mommy- stuu- stop!!” she begs through her innocent giggles, deciding she’s suffered enough you let her go, placing her on one of the many breakfast stools to eat her cereal before brushing your hands through Oz’s blonde locks in greeting. 

Pouring yourself a fresh brew, you lean against the countertop watching the pair quietly as they talk about school. Your thoughts still swirling around your head; the doubt, the insecurity. It all overwhelms you and makes you fidgety as you glance towards the hallway at the sound of Ally’s light footsteps as she comes into view dressed in a pair of high waisted jeans and wooly jumper, her brown hair still damp from her shower. The brunette moves instantly towards the young pair as they continue to eat their breakfast kissing both their heads on her way past like it’s the most natural thing to do, not favouring one over the other treating Amelia as if she was her own. The sight only makes your stomach flip as anxiety creeps up into your chest. Ally finally looks over towards you with a smile that falters when she takes in your far away expression, rubbing soothing circles on your back as she sides up next to you. 

“Hey, are you okay?” she asks, worry evident in her voice. You nod a couple of times before clearing your throat. 

“Yeah sorry, I just got caught up with some stuff that I gotta get done today for the gallery,” you reassure her, but her eyes tell you that she doesn’t quite believe you but drops it for now. 

“Okay well I’m free from my Senator duties today if you need any help at the gallery?” she offers, taking hold of your mug and taking a sip. The simple domestic action causes your heart to tighten, conflicted with your current feelings. 

“It’s okay, it’s pretty mundane mainly admin stuff plus my dad is coming to take Amelia out for their usual Grandfather Granddaughter day,” 

“Yes!! I can’t wait, we’re going for some ice cream and he’s teaching how to use my new bike!” Amelia pipes up, excited about her day ahead with her grandfather. 

Ally tries to hide her disappointment with a small smile as she turns her attention onto Amelia who fills Ally in on her typical days out with her grandfather leaving you to awkwardly wash your now finished brew. Turning back to sit at the table the awkward conversation seems to have been brushed aside and forgotten about as Ally asks you about the Gallery and it’s new section full of newly acclaimed artists from around the city. However Ally’s gaze unsettles you as if she can read your thoughts and doubts about your relationship. Deciding you needed to leave to gather your thoughts and process them without her adoring doe-eyes staring at you, you help Amelia change for the day in the guest room and bid your goodbyes. As you step outside onto the porch Amelia gasps forgetting her trusted beanie and racing back inside to grab it from the room leaving you alone with Ally as Oz runs after her. The brunette reaches subtly for your hand, her eyes shifting back and forth as she observes you quietly. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” her words hurt you more than you can describe, filling your chest with guilt hating that this is how you react when you feel cornered and overwhelmed. Pulling her in close you press a short but meaningful kiss to her lips holding her dearly. 

“I’m more than okay… I just- I’m stressed with the gallery is all,” your lie already eating away at you as you watch her relax, that familiar smile from this morning appearing on her lips. 

“Okay good because I thought- actually it doesn’t matter. We’re okay.” she reassures herself, stepping back as small footsteps make their way over towards you both. 

“I found it Mom!” Amelia announces to the group with Oz trailing behind her. Smile down at her as you watch with a heavy heart as Amelia reaches her arms out for Ally almost instantly to say goodbye as Oz does the same with you. Crouching you take the blonde boy into your arms and squeeze him tightly making him giggle. 

“Be good for your mom, yeah?” Oz nods at your request before stepping back leaning against his mother’s side as Amelia does the same with you. Ally blows you a kiss before winking at you playfully making you smile almost painfully before quickly making your way down the steps and towards your own home. 

Once Amelia had been picked up by your dad, you finally let out the tensed breath you had been holding leaning heavily against the front door and for the first time since you moved out here you cried at the potential lost love caused by your own vulnerability.

[mynumberfivethings]

I Heard A Rumor...

They land back in 2019, which is a relief, of course, until it’s not. 

“What the fuck even is the Sparrow Academy?” Diego grouses. “Lame ass bird fucks.” he chucks one of his knives across the cramped motel room they’re currently occupying and watches it get lodged firmly into the tacky wallpaper. 

Allison grabs the second knife Diego’s about to fling out of his hand and glares  daggers at her brother. “We’re staying here for free, because I rumored the motel staff into not noticing we exist, so maybe don’t wreck the place?” 

Luther nods in agreement. “Allison’s right, we need to be as inconspicuous as possible right now.” 

Diego rolls his eyes. “Whatever. So Five, now what?” the siblings all go to turn to Five for the answers they’re so desperately seeking, only to be met with the sight of the pseudo thirteen year old laid curled up on one of the beds, sound asleep. 

Luther frowns. “How in the hell can he seriously sleep at a time like this?” 

Allison leans over Fives still form and not so gently shakes his shoulder, jarring him awake. She feels a little guilt upon seeing the initially panicked look on his face as he comes to awareness once again, but damn it, she just wants to see her kid again, is that too much to ask? 

“We need to figure out a way to get back to our timeline.” she tells him, arms folded over her chest.

Five scratches the sleep from his eyes, unaware he’d even passed out in the first place, wincing as he sits up fully on the mattress. “This is our timeline.” he informs all of them, his voice coming out scratchy and thin. God, he’s exhausted. And practically everything aches. 

“What do you mean?” Klaus shakes his head. “In our timeline Ben is very much dead-not some weird emo douche who flocks with a crew of birds-so please do explain how the actual hell this makes any sense.” 

Five sighs, “We changed the linear time of events and the order in which they were supposed to originally occur when we were in the sixties and now this is, for all intents and purposes, our timeline.” 

“Screw that. We need to reestablish our actual timeline.” Allison counters. “I’m not staying in this weird alternate bullshit dimension any longer than we have to-we still have the suitcase, right? Let’s go back to the sixties and fix what we broke. Easy.” 

Five looks at her like she’s lost her mind. Which, she very well may have, he thinks briefly. “Look, I know you want to see Claire again, but you need to consider-”

“No.” Allison interrupts angrily, tears starting to fill her eyes. “You don’t understand at all. How the hell could you? You haven’t had anyone for years, but me? I’ve had people, people I care about-which might be a foreign concept to someone like you, but-” 

“Right,” Five cuts her off in turn, unwilling to linger on the sting her words have caused. “I just need time to-” 

“Time? Haven’t you had enough of that, already?” Suddenly the room is engulfed in complete and utter darkness and the Hargreeves go into high alert, trying to figure out where the hell that voice is coming from. 

Could it be one of the Sparrow Academy heroes? Could they have followed them to the outskirts of town? 

“Show yourself, you coward!” Diego shouts, knives at the ready to attack their intruder. 

A flash of thunder illuminates the room for only a split second before the lights come back on and the Hargreeves find themselves frozen in place, unable to move even a muscle, try as they might. 

Save for one: Five. 

“What the hell...” he mutters, as he watches his siblings struggle to try and move from their positions. 

“Now, Allison.” that same disturbing voice commands. 

Allisons eyes go wide as her mouth begins to move without her permission and out come the words, “I heard a rumor you killed your brothers and sisters.” 

They watch with dawning horror as Fives eyes roll to the back of his head and turn an off shade of blue before he seamlessly plucks Diegos knife from where it was embedded in the wall earlier and faces his family, where they stand, helpless. 

“Shit!” Diego curses, trying in vain to move even a single digit. 

Vanya tries to conjure her own powers but finds that she can’t for some reason. “Five...” she calls out, knowing it’s futile. 

Five blinks over to Klaus first, who yelps in surprise, he barely has time to beg Five to reconsider when Five brings the knife down-

There’s boisterous screaming and panicked yelling and general chaos and Klaus is so sure this is it, that Five has plunged the knife straight into his heart and done away with him, until he opens his eyes and realizes nothing is protruding out of him...

Instead, Five has thrust the knife into his own leg. He’s breathing hard, his trembling fingers still hovering over the hilt of the weapon. 

The disembodied voice booms, “Allison!” 

And Allison curses, but she can’t stop the words from tumbling out of her mouth. “I heard a rumor you stabbed me in the jugular.” 

Fives eyes go pale blue for a second time and without even flinching he takes the knife out of his upper thigh and blinks so that he’s facing Allison this time. 

They can all see him struggling, perspiring, fighting against the rumor as he brandishes the knife in one hand, raising it up above his head slowly. 

Allison tries to let out another rumor, a contradicting rumor, perhaps, the way she had done when Five had been in front of Klaus, but again, the words get stuck in her throat. 

Whatever being is in the room is in total control of her powers... 

Allison feels something collide with her neck but it’s not the sharp sting of a knife she’s expecting. It’s Five’s forearm against her, protecting her from his own attack as he shoves the knife directly into his flesh. He’s panting now, with the force that it’s taken him not to obey her mind control. 

“Kill them.” the voice demands angrily. 

“Fuck you.” Five bites out through clenched teeth. 

As if those were the magic words, the voice departs and the Hargreeves can feel their limbs and move about once again, the tense atmosphere dissipating. 

“Holy shit!” Klaus gasps out, “What the fuck, Jesus!” 

Five grunts as he removes the knife from his forearm and wields it threateningly. “Allison,” he practically begs, his voice strained. “Unrumor me. Now.” 

Allison is more than happy to comply, hurriedly saying, “I heard a rumor you didn’t want us dead.” 

The knife clatters as it hits the floor and Five collapses next to it a second later, exhausted and hurting something awful. 

“Shit,” Diego grabs a bunch of hand towels from the bathroom and kneels down. “We gotta stop the bleeding.” He presses two towels against the stab wound on Fives forearm and Vanya grabs the rest to press against the one on his thigh. 

Five tenses up beneath them, his face scrunching up in pain. “Fuck!” 

“I saw a first aid kit in the lobby by the front desk, I’ll go get it!” Allison calls out, already halfway out the door in her haste. 

“Should we move him to the bed?” Luther asks, hovering over his siblings, concern and anxiety eating away at him. 

Diego curses. The hand towels are drenched in blood already. They need to stop the bleeding and soon, or else. “Elevate his leg.” he orders, letting Luther help Vanya try to stem the bleeding there. “Klaus, go get more towels from one of the maids if you can.” Klaus scurries to obey while the others continue to put pressure on Fives multiple injuries. 

Klaus and Allison arrive back at the motel room almost simultaneously, one with a stack of clean towels in their arms and the other with a giant red box in hand. 

With the extra towels and the supplies from the medical kit, they’re somehow able to stop the bleeding long enough to move Five up to the bed. Luther’s extremely gentle as he transfers him from one spot to the other. 

When it’s time to stitch him up, Vanya and Klaus volunteer to do it. Five is too exhausted, both mentally and physically to pretend to be stoic about any of this. He throws his good arm across his face, shielding his eyes from the light. 

“What do you guys think that was?” Luther asks the room at large, when the silence stretches on too long. 

Klaus doesn’t look up from where he’s threading his needle on Fives thigh, replying dryly. “Yet another person place or thing that wants us dead?” 

Diego scoffs. “It’s gotta be one of those Sparrow fuckheads. Who the hell else? I bet it was that goddamn cube-I still can’t believe dad adopted a fucking cube-Christ.” 

“Whatever it was, it was in control of my powers.” Allison frowns deeply. “When I tried to unrumor Five nothing came out-even when I tried rumoring one of you into being able to move again, so that at least we would stand a fighting chance against our little serial killer over here, nothing.” 

Vanya nods, “Same here. I tried to use my powers but it was like there was some kind of a block or something? Like when I was still taking those prescription pills.” She looks at Fives pale face-what she can see of it, from underneath his forearm-and risks the question, “Five, how did you manage not to....you know...?” As someone who’s had first hand experience being unwillingly rumored by their sister, she knows it’s not something one can easily brush off. 

Quite frankly, it’s a miracle they’re all still breathing... 

“Yeah, I thought for sure we were dead.” Diego walks over and playfully ruffles the top of Fives messy hair. “Good job not making yourself an only child.” he jokes, freezing entirely when in response to his teasing Five lets out what can only be described as a faint whimper. 

“Five?” 

“I almost killed everyone.” Five struggles to get the full sentence out, his breath hitching. “Fuck.” he curses, unable to stifle a sob. It’s a pathetically sad little noise, but it brings the rest of his siblings to his side immediately. 

“Hey,” Allison kneels down beside the bed and places a careful hand on his knee. She feels him flinch underneath her. “You resisted my rumor-twice. Do you know how rare that is? You saved us.” 

Five scrubs his face with the sleeve of his white button up shirt and finally uncovers his eyes. They’re red and puffy from crying, eyelashes wet with his tears. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.” he admits brokenly. “I can’t lose you guys again.” 

“Shit Five,” Diego leans down and briefly touches their foreheads together, the palm of his hand cupping Fives head. “You’re not alone, we’re right here. Not going anywhere.” 

Vanya nods determinedly. “That’s right. You’re stuck with us.” 

Luther towers over the group with a faint but genuine smile. “You know, I always figured you loved us, but I guess I didn’t realize the extent until today.” 

Five sniffles, wiping away more tears he can’t seem to stop from coming. “I would trade you all up for a decent cup of coffee.” he lies, feeling more exposed than he has in literal years. 

Klaus smirks. “Nuh uh, no take backs, Fivey. You loooooove us.” 

Five rolls his eyes but it doesn’t have quite the same effect it normally would, considering the fact that he is still very much crying. 

Allison clears her throat, squeezes his knee again, this time to get his attention, and says, “And we love you. I’d ask if you know that, but honestly I think the answer would make me too sad.” she sighs. “Five, I’m really sorry about what I said before-I was taking all my frustrations out on you and I spoke carelessly, without thinking.” 

Five shakes his head, overwhelmed. “It’s ok.” 

“It’s not.” Allison insists. “Five, I don’t know if anyone’s said this yet, but I think it’s long overdue. I’m so happy to see you again. I missed you, you know. A ton.” 

Five didn’t think he was childish enough to still need to hear such silly sentimental things. He’s not the type, he’s tried to convince himself. It’s not as though he was expecting some big tearful family reunion upon his arrival, after all. So he wasn’t crushed or anything when his return was met with little more than perhaps confused contemptment. He had things to do, apocalypses to stop and all that jazz. 

That’s what he told himself, of course. 

But it doesn’t ring very true now, not when he can’t help but let out another sob. 

He’s too old for this, he thinks, as Diego pulls him gently to his side and Allison grabs hold of his hand. 

He doesn’t need them to love him back, he thinks, as Klaus finishes taping up his wound with a tenderness only reserved for those he loves, as Vanya wraps gauze around his forearm with care. 

He’s been fine all this time, he thinks, even as Luther says, “Good to have you back, Five.” 

It’s good to be back, he thinks, turning his head so that it’s buried against Diego’s shoulder when he lets out another sob. 

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