#i could feel myself gripping my pen too tight and kept having to adjust...and then fall right back into it

[reliand]

think I strained my wrist today, so I'll definitely have to take tomorrow's prompt off :(

[ssa-daddyhotchner]

Can you write something where when the reader sees Aaron for the first time in the fbi vest she can’t take her eyes off of him. When he confronts her about it, she denies it so he decides to send her filthy texts the whole flight home. When they land he tells the reader to get in his car. When they get to his place to go at it, she asks if he’ll wear the vest. He does. DomHotch!!! 😚 xoxo

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(Request by anonymous)

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warning - (NSFW 18+)

Word Count - 2.3k

Material list

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“Alright Reid and JJ stay here, look over anything else we might have missed. Coronate the media and send back up.” My eyes snapped over to Aaron. 

“Sir what about me.” 

“You’re coming with, your vest is in the car. Everybody lets go.” 

I was confused at the request but I followed the order. 

I never went into the field, I had experience from my previous job before the BAU. But Aaron never let me go with him to make an arrest which I never minded. I’d much rather work from the precinct or do an interrogation

I had my gun with me at all times but have I ever used it in an actual situation... With the BAU never once but with my other job yes. When Aaron and I got together he never changed a thing about how he acted towards me. It was always business but he did still worry about me. 

Going after regular criminals is definitely less nerve racking than serial killers. 

“Hotch sir”, I stopped him before he left the room. “Are you about me going with you? I can stay here, It’s not a problem.” 

“Y/n you’ll be fine. Strauss called earlier about how you never do anything, how I ‘benched you’. She wanted to see what you could do.” 

“But--” I tried to speak but JJ and Reid left the room and we needed to move over. “Look y/n we need to go.. come on.” He lightly tugged on my arm to follow him. I followed him as the rest of the team left the building. 

We climbed into the SUVs. The whole way there Hotch gave the orders that the ubsub was in the house, he didn’t plan on coming out alive. Morgan, Hotch, and I got into one car while Emily and Rossi went into the other. 

Aaron and Morgan could feel the nervousness radiating off of my body. Morgan turned around in the passenger seat, “Baby you gotta calm down.” 

I scoffed a dry laugh, “Easy for you to say, you guys do this all the time.” 

Aaron kept his hands on the wheel and focused on the road. “You’ve done this before nothings different.” 

“Yeah it is, I worked with those people in the field before and I trusted them. That's not me saying I don't trust you guys because I do... It’s just different.” 

“Just follow us you’ll be okay.” Aaron spoke and turned the corner on the street and my view revealed lines of cop cars and flashing lights. Hotch pulled over and we all got out of the car, I walked behind him and go to the back. 

He opens the trunk and pulls out three vests. I froze a little, being intimidated. I watched as Morgan and Aaron put on their vests. My eyes drifted over to Aaron, it fit his body perfectly. The navy blues kevlar fibers and white letters splayed across his chest. 

“Sweetheart, my eyes are up here.” He said teasingly after Derek had walked away. “Sorry”, he just smirked and helped me tighten my vest before we made our way over to the officers. 

“Are you ready?” Aaron and I walked over the house. 

“Totally.” I wasn’t ready, being too distracted.

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On the jet Aaron sat in the back with his face buried in the files that scattered the table. I was with Emily and Derek on the opposite end. They were talking about Reid and teasing him while he was sitting in the seat next to us. 

While they were cracking jokes I couldn’t stop thinking about how Aaron looked in that fucking vest. He was already built but with the extra padding he just sparked that part of me.

My eyes drifted over to him working, he pen glided across the paper and his hands--

Zoning out I didn’t realize that he had noticed. Then my phone vibrated on the table. 

Aaron - Are you okay there

Me - Yeah I'm fine... why

Aaron - You’re staring

Me - No I wasn’t just thinking about you

Aaron - Me? You know what I think

Aaron - I think you couldn’t stop thinking about how I looked earlier. Your mouth was practically water at the sight of me. I bet you just wanted to get on your knees right there in front of everyone

I glanced up in surprise at Aaron and his files were closed and he was looking at me with a smug grin. 

Aaron - You’re imagining it now aren’t you

I was honestly, the things I’d do for that man. I clenched my thighs together and hoped no one noticed. 

I didn’t want to react but he was already getting a rise out of me. 

Aaron - You want to be on your back and have me over you with my cock buried so far, just wait baby

My eyes widened a bit and I put my phone back down. There was no hiding how flush my face was. “Who keeps blowing up your phone.” 

“Don’t worry about it”, i said too quickly and Emily reached over the table to grab my phone. I lunged over and snatched it back before she had the opportunity to search through it. 

“Okay...” JJ said after being included in the conversation. Aaron saw how I had excused myself from the table and went to the bathroom. 

When the plane landed we all exited and headed back to the office for the remainder of our things. 

After everyone left I joined them, going into my car from the garage, I heard a car behind me. Aaron pulled up and rolled down the window, “My place, now.” 

He didn’t say much after that, I climbed into the car and he reached a hand over to my thigh. His finger rubbed my thigh before the tipped of his fingers brushing, dangerously close to my core. 

I just glanced over at him, he was still in his suit. His shirt was so tight over his chest you could see the definition. 

We crossed the threshold of his house and not a second went by before my back was slammed against the wall.  

“Aaron”, he shook his head slightly. “I didn’t say you could speak.” 

“Please, I just-- I wanna ask you something.” 

“You get one question before I have my way with you”, his hand traveled down my neck and to hip, keeping me on the wall. “Wear it.” He raised his eyebrows. 

“The vest.” 

“I knew you couldn’t stop those thoughts from going into your pretty little head, you want me to wear a government issued bulletproof vest so you can have your fantasy.” I whimpered, I really wanted it. 

“I want you stripped and on the bed when I come back.” He released me and stepped away going out to the car. I went up stairs and in the bedroom shedding my clothes on the way. I kneeled on the bed and just waited and waited. 

When he didn’t return the arousal between my leg was already dripping down onto the bed, slipping a hand down I made slow circles on my clit. 

I was too focused on the sensation that I didn’t hear his heavy footsteps approaching the room. He watched with a smirk on his lips as I arched my back on the duvet. I got closer and closer to finishing and he could tell. 

My eyes snapped open and he was hovering over me, “I tell you when to cum... understand.” his voice was dark and coated with lust. I didn’t expect him, I thought I’d be able to hear.

I nervously nodded my head. “Tsk, are you going to be a good girl for me.” 

“Yes sir.” 

“I don’t think you are, needy little sluts always say whatever they need to get their way. That sounds like you doesn’t it?” He put a finger under my chin and lifted my gaze to match his. 

“No sir I promise.” 

“We’ll see won’t we, step off and get on your knees.” He pushed himself off the bed and I got the full view of him. It was like I saw him for the first time again, he looked so fucking good. 

I didn’t take a second thought before getting low in front of him, patiently waiting for him. Aaron was going to either take his time or be indescribably rough to get the message through. 

His hands went to his belt and took it off moving around me and buckling my hands together behind my back. 

Stepping in front of me he unzipped his pants and pulled them down enough to pull himself out. “Open”, he ordered before my jaw slacked as he slid his cock into my mouth. 

He looked down at me and my eyes met his. A groan escaped his lips before he took the motion. Sliding a hand behind my head and into my hair, he gripped a portion.

Tilting my head up a bit more so he could thrust in and out easier. “This is what you wanted right-- fuck little girl you’re doing that so well.” He gritted out using my mouth as a tool for his own pleasure. 

He was right, this is what I wanted, just the feeling of him inside my mouth was enough to make me cum. I wished he’d let me touch him, to just get a better grip and grab his thighs to stable myself. 

“I might actually let you finish tonight if you keep this up.” With the limited motion I had I flattened my tongue along his shaft and took him in as deep as I could before it was too much. 

I gagged around him, no matter how far we were into the scene he still cared about how I was feeling. Aaron pulled out and loosened my hair in his fingers, “You gotta breathe.” 

There was a string of saliva moving down my face as I swallowed and collected myself. "Are you okay?", I nodded softly.

"Do you want to keep going?" He gave me an out, he didn't want me to feel obligated to keep going just because of him. Aaron wanted me to feel comfortable.

"Yes", he resumed what he wanted. Opening my mouth back up. 

His cock moved slower to give me extra time to get okay again. When I moaned around him he got the message.

Pushing his hips into my face again and I got that feeling of my jaw being stretched. 

He groaned and his dick twitched and I knew he was close, I wanted him to finish but he pulled back. 

When he got a hold of my waist he tossed me on the bed. Flipping me over roughly my face pressed into the pillows below me. Aaron manhandled me like I was a ragdoll. “Well would you look at that, you really do get off when you act like the whore you are” There a small wet spot on the floor. 

My face was flushed and I caught my breath. Feeling the bed dip he adjusted my hips into the air. “Fuck”, I muttered my breath. 

“What was that.” I didn’t answer and he didn’t like that. 

His hand traveled over my curve of my spine and Aaron placed a slap onto my ass. Recovering he slammed himself into me and I jerked forwards. Letting out an embarrassingly loud moan I bit my lip and tried to hold them in.

“Now don’t do that now, I wanna. hear. you.” He every word he pumped in. I whimpered, getting the relief that had been building a few hours earlier. He grazed my g-spot deliciously and snaked a hand to my clit. 

“Oh god... fuck.” Leaning onto me his other hand wrapped around my neck and lifted me flush against his chest. I felt the kevlar on my back and it scratched my sensitive skin. 

His fingers tightened around my throat and squeezed. My vision went hazed and I rested my head back onto his shoulder. My back arched and I got every sensation I could. 

We locked eyes and he captured my lips in his, he slid his tongue over mine and claimed dominance. 

“Does the little bitch deserve to cum tonight.” He quickened his thrusts and I jolted. “Daddy please.” I clenched around him and I watched as he tossed his head back. I was already so close, and he knew it. 

“Sir can I cum.” 

“Not yet.” I could barely hold it, his pace on my clit was too much to handle. I choked out, “Aaron please.” 

“Go ahead baby.” Releasing the tension that was building was like breaking a dam. I came around him and I felt him pulse. My orgasm brought him over the edge and he spilled inside of me. 

I fell limp and he let me go, my pulse calmed as I came back to reality. He undid my restraints and I automatically pulled him on me, my lips met his.

“Come here”, he whispered against my lips and he helped me stand as my knees buckled. I couldn’t walk or stand on my own, “Fuck Aaron.” I chuckled and he brought me to the bathroom, cleaning up. 

I watched as he shed his clothes, to lazy to actually put them in the hamper they laid on the floor. “It was hot in that.” He said when he felt the cool air on his skin. 

I smirked and kissed him again, “and it was so fucking worth it.” 

“Glad you enjoyed it."

Getting up I made my way back into the bedroom and settled under the thin sheet. I laid my head down, Aaron had gone into the kitchen to get me some water.

When he came back he smiled at the sight, I was already sleeping so he placed the glass next to me on the table.

He got into bed, curling up with me. My sleeping body flipped over and automatically clung on to him. Putting my head on his chest, his arm moved around me and his hand rested on my hip.

Aaron kissed my temple and he fell asleep soundly.

[jstlikemagic]

Not Until I Say So. - David Dobrik Smut

Title: Not Until I Say So.

Pairing: David Dobrik/Reader

Rating: R (NSFW/Swearing) | Bondage, cowgirl, Sub!David

Summary: Y/N and David decide to change things up in the bedroom. Maybe a Sub!David approach? :)

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a bit so why not post it lol! If you enjoyed this, please reblog/like it :)

- My Masterlist -

Throwing you onto the bed, he crawled up to you so you two were face to face. With a widespread grin on his face, he caressed your hair. “Y/N, I’m gonna fucking wreck that pussy of yours. You have no idea,” David trailed off while inserting a finger into your pussy. Rolling your eyes at him, you let out a light laugh that sends him into curiosity. “What’s so funny, baby?” he questioned while removing his finger out of you.

It was the same old same old. He says he’s gonna fuck you into oblivion, he says that he owns your pussy, he dominates you, he finishes and you do about ¾ of the time. That’s it.

“Nothing’s funny. It’s just ironic how we kinda just do the same thing almost every time. Like we’re not spontaneous or anything. I get it we’re young adults and kinda vanilla  but we should try switching it up. Like I could maybe be the dominant one and you lay back and take it,” you responded with caution. You didn’t want to diminish his self esteem but this whole Dom!David thing just wasn’t working anymore. It just wasn’t exciting enough and was quite frankly, worth the eye roll.

“Well, if you think you can do better,” he said scoffing. He was really doubting you right now. His cockiness only made you want to try harder. Although it was insanely annoying, it was also a turn on how arrogant he was in bed.

“After we’re done, you’ll believe god is a woman. Believe that.” Pushing him off of you, you quickly got off from the bed and went into your closet. Scurrying through your closet, you were looking for a certain item that you were sure was hidden in the back of the closet. Catching your eye was the two black bandanas you had kept in there from last year’s Halloween costume. Smirking to yourself, you soon imagined what was to come next. Taking the bandanas out of the closet, you stood in front of the bed. “On your back and I want your arms spread out to the posts,” you demanded.

“Ever heard of please, baby?” David scoffed while hesitantly putting his arms towards the bed posts. Trailing to the left side of the bed, you picked up his wrist and held it up against the bedpost. Securely fastening the bandanna, you moved to the right side of the bed and repeated the same steps. Moving to your desk, you found a feather pen that was given to you for whatever reason. Picking it up, you slowly moved the feather up and down your arm which gave you goosebumps right from the moment of contact.

“So to settle the safe word, it’s red, just in case you need it,” you reassured him.

“Baby, I’m not gonna need it. I can take it,” he said confidently while licking his lips and taking in your naked frame.

Strolling over to the bed, you soon found yourself straddling David, right below his waist and directly on top of his cock. Taking the feather, you dragged it tauntingly slow from his neck, to his arms, and down the middle of his chest. “Hey, this shit ain’t funny, Y/N. Can you please untie me so I can at least touch you?” he begged. Laughing at his request, you reminded him of his challenge he made you a few minutes prior. Accepting this was the direction you were going in, he settled back down and relaxed. You had to admit, seeing him under your control was insanely hot and you wondered why you’d never done it before.

Holding onto his shoulders, you gently ground yourself onto his cock. Feeling his hard cock beneath you was enough to get you off but it couldn’t happen that way. If you were going to cum, it had to be from his cock inside you. Throwing his head back, he tugged at the bandanas. You could tell that from the looks of his face, he was enjoying the pleasure but was needy to touch you. To stop yourself from orgasming too soon, you stopped grinding and edged yourself off a bit.

“Now, I don’t want you to get cocky on me. Here are the rules. You do not get to cum until I say so. You also don’t get to touch me unless you can show me how good you are. Got it?” you asked for reassurance. Scoffing at your rules, David rolled his eyes at you, clearly not taking you seriously. Noticing his cockiness, you crawled up to meet his face while straddling his thighs. Placing your head in the crook of his neck, you placed hot wet kisses on his neck. Slowly sucking the spot right below his ear, he sunk deeper into the pillows. Grabbing his dick in your hand, you slowly rubbed your thumb over the tip and felt him shudder below you at the sudden pleasure. “Remember what I said. Only good boys get to cum. Show me how good you can be.”

Earning a whine from David, you scooted down the edge of the bed. Pulling back his boxers, you took sight of what was in front of you. Here he was: tied up, cock hard, and under your control. Just how you wanted it. Leaning towards his cock, you pressed a sweet kiss onto the tip. Sinking deep into the pillows, he groaned at the contact. Wrapping your hand around the lower part of the base, you put him in your mouth. Bobbing up and down slowly, you could feel his tension. All he wanted to do was grip you hair and fuck your mouth but he couldn’t, not right now anyways.

Alternating from a handjob to a blowjob repeatedly, David was in pure fucking ecstasy. You were a woman of many skills of giving head was collectively one of them. “Y/N, I swear to god, if you continue, I will cum in your mouth like deadass,” he moaned out. Taking that as a sign to stop what you were doing, you took him out of your mouth with a pop.

“Baby, since you were so good, I’m considering untying you. But, you can’t touch me. If you try, I’ll pin you down even harder,” you growled at him. Hopping off the bed, you untied him from both of the bedposts. Straddling yourself over him, you lifted your ass up off of his cock. Reaching underneath yourself, you grabbed his cock and sunk down painfully slow on it. Adjusting to the feeling, you felt yourself feel more comfortable with his cock inside you.

Starting to roll yourself on him, you placed your arms behind you while gripping onto his knees. Throwing your head back, you let out a loud pitched moan that sent David into a craze. Suddenly, you felt the presence of his hands on your thighs. Although you wanted the contact as well, this wasn’t how tonight was going to go down. Swatting his hands away, you learned down while taking his hands in yours. Pinning them above his head, you placed your lips dangerously close to his ear. “What did I say about touching?” you retorted. Sending goosebumps down his spine, he sighed.

“You said ‘no touching.’ I’m sorry, baby. I’ll be good and keep my hands to myself, I promise,” he apologized immediately, in fear of what could be a potential punishment. Not like you’d hurt him but he was afraid of what else would be up your sleeve.

“Good. Now be shut up and let me ride your cock. Don’t cum until I tell you to,” you reminded him. With your chest up against his, you could feel your chests heaving together. As you lifted your head up to be face-to-face with him, you started riding him again. Rocking back and forth on his cock, your mouth was left agape. Dipping your head into David’s shoulder, you started leaving hot and wet kisses onto his neck. His thrusts started to meet yours which made it easier for you to continue so you weren’t doing all the work.

Soon the kisses became short moans and panty breathes that traveled through his body. Feeling him get slower with his thrusts, you peered down at him and noticed his facial expression. His face was scrunched up and his mouth was open. “Baby, I think I need to cum. Like now-” he shuttered.

“Not until I do,” you rudely pestered. Letting go of his hands, you lifted yourself back up. Taking one hand, you started to feverishly rub at your clit while David was still inside of you. Taking your other hand, you grabbed your tit and tweaked your nipple in hopes to edge yourself even further and closer to your orgasm. Clenching yourself onto his cock, the pressure was immense and released. With mumbles of ‘Oh my god’ and ‘Oh fuck’ filled the air, you rode out the orgasm.

Seeing that David was clearly struggling and needed his release as well, you granted him the permission to cum. Within a few seconds of doing so, with no questions asked, he filled your tight pussy with his cum. The sweet familiar feeling filled inside of you.

Trying to catch your breath, you fell back onto the bed and lied right next to David. Lying next to each other and staring at the ceiling, you both regained your normal heart rates. Turning over to him, you swung your leg across his hip and your arm over his waist. “You’re a fucking goddess. You know that right?” he admitted while looking down and admiring the beauty right next to him.

[amanda-teaches]

Take a Drunk Girl Home

Summary: Dean’s night out the bar gets a little more interesting when he runs into a girl who might need a little saving.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Square filled: Bed Sharing for @spnfluffbingo2019​, @spngenrebingo​, and @spndeanbingo​

Word Count: 1869

Warnings: Soft Dean, Protective Dean, Caring Dean, the kind of Dean we all want to fall in love with, fluff, minor swearing

A/N: This is a little bit of an unconventional way to fill this square, but I am so very much in love with it. I hope you are too. It’s based off the song Drunk Girl by Chris Janson, and there are lyrics interspersed throughout.

Dean was sitting at the bar, his elbows resting on the warped plywood, his head in his hands. As he nursed his third beer of the night, he felt like something shifted in the air around him, and he glanced up. His eyes drifted across the room before falling on her, a small smile finding its way to his face.

She was gorgeous, that was for sure, but that wasn’t what drew his attention. It was the way she moved, dancing with her eyes closed like she was the only one in the room. She was bouncing like a pinball, singing along to every song. All the words were wrong, but she kept singing, bopping around the room without a care in the world.

He took in her hair, a perfect mess, and her little-too-tight dress, and he realized what he was looking at. Either a bachelorette or coming off a breakup. His eyes drifted to her hand, taking in the large number of cover charge stamps decorating it and he sighed, putting two and two together.

“Definitely a break-up,” he muttered, confirming his suspicions by scanning the bar and finding a noticeable lack of friends around her. He kept his eyes on her as he took another swig of beer, watching as she continued to twirl around the room, stumbling around on her high heels. She nearly fell once, and he jumped up, ready to intervene, but she caught herself, staggering back to grab her drink off the table.

She downed it in one gulp and then closed her eyes again, throwing out her arms and spinning in a circle. Dean chuckled and turned to the bartender. “Hey, Joe, you know that girl over there?”

Joe followed the path of his pointed finger and shook his head. “Naw, but I know she’s had a lot to drink. I’m gonna have to call her a cab.”

“Don’t bother,” Dean said with a smile, slamming a twenty down on the bar as he stood up. “I got it.”

“You sure?” Joe questioned, raising his eyebrows.

Dean nodded, already halfway to the dance floor. “Yeah, I’ll make sure she gets home safely.”

He turned his head, focusing his full attention on the beautiful woman still swaying drunkenly in front of him. To his left, he could see a tall man with a preppy, little skinny tie heading her way, and he threw him a hard glare, cutting him off at the pass. Within a few more long-legged steps, he was by her side, but he hesitated, placing his hand out as if she was coaxing an easily-spooked deer. “Um, hey...”

She whirled around like a whip, her eyes flying open and meeting his, wild irises, clouded over from the alcohol, struggling to focus. “Wh...at are you?” she stammered, her speech slurring slightly as she blinked a few times, squinting her eyes. “A male model or sometin’?”

He couldn’t help but laugh as he shook his head to correct her. “No, just a guy. I came over here because wanted to make sure you…”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” she screamed, her voice rising far above the music, her hands flying out in front of her. “Who moved the floor?”

“Okay then…” Dean sighed, reaching out to grip her elbow, steadying her. “Can I call someone for you? A friend or boyfriend...”

“Boyfriend!” she snorted, brushing his hand away and doubling over with laughter. “Ha! Not a chance, not after what he did. He wishes!”

“Um, okay…” Dean whispered, watching as her face fell, sadness washing over her. “Maybe someone else?”

She shook her head, straightening her shoulders resolutely. “No. ‘Sides, I don’t need a knight in shining farmer.” She spun back around, throwing her head back and her hands up into the air. “I’m perpect...perbect...perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

“Sure you are,” Dean said with an indulging smile. “But, just the same, maybe we should…”

Before he could finish, she spun around once more, coming to a stop with a whispered “whoa”. She made eye contact with him for the briefest of seconds, her eyes rolling from side to side. “I, uh, I don’ think I feel so good.” And, with just enough warning for him to reach out his arms to catch her, her eyes drifted shut, and she collapsed into his arms.

“Great,” Dean groaned, lifting her up with ease and gently settling her over his shoulder. “Why do they always gotta pass out?”

-

Thirty minutes, and a quick check of her wallet, later, Dean was standing outside of Y/N’s door, cradling her still sleeping form in his arms. He adjusted her slightly, pausing as she softly groaned, before he used her key to unlock the door, pushing it open with his foot.

He protected her head with his hand as he stepped inside, making sure to turn carefully with her in his arms before closing the door. He moved quietly down the small entryway, his eyes quickly adjusting to the shadowed darkness.

He quickly established that the first door he stopped at was a bathroom, so he kept walking, moving towards the door at the end of the hall. When he passed the threshold, he aimed straight for the well-made, inviting bed, placing her down on it gently. She stirred a little before curling in on herself, her eyes remaining closed.

He smiled, stopping just to watch her for a moment, her chest rising and falling steadily. Her hair had fallen in front of her eyes, and, without even thinking, he reached down and brushed it away, his breath catching as he realized what he was doing. He closed his eyes, shaking his head ever so slightly, and straightened back up, turning towards the door.

“Wait…”

The voice was whisper soft, and he almost didn’t hear it, but he did, stopping mid-step. He spun back around to find her sitting up, staring at him. “You brought me home.”

It was almost more of a question than a statement, so he nodded his head. “I wanted to make sure you got here okay.”

“And, now, you’re leaving?”

The vulnerability in her voice shocked him to his core, and, as his eyes connected with hers, he couldn’t bring himself to leave. “I, uh, I guess I could stay for a bit.”

He moved slowly to the other side of the bed, much more hesitantly than before, and sat down gingerly on the edge. Without warning, her fingers lightly touched the base of his shoulder blade, and he felt like he’d been burned, quickly jumping back up and stepping away from the bed.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, moving until she was sitting on her knees, staring after him.

He paced around for a few seconds, raking his hands through his hair. “I should go. You need to sleep, and we barely know each other…”

“Don’t you want me?”

His head whipped around to meet hers, his heart falling at the broken expression on her face. Damn, he wanted to kill her ex for making her look like that. 

He took a deep breath and walked towards her, sitting down on the bed next to her and gently resting his hand on her cheek. She leaned into it almost instinctively, shutting her eyes and breathing him in. “Y/N,” he whispered, his voice as soft as the wind. “You’ve had a lot to drink. As much as I want to stay, and, God, do I want to, I can’t. It wouldn’t be right.”

She opened her eyes, and he inhaled sharply at the tears he saw reflected in them. “I know you don’t believe it right now, but nothing good would come from me staying here tonight. You deserve a whole hell of a lot better than some drunken one night stand, Y/N.”

He leaned in and placed a feather-light kiss to her forehead, gently laying her down as he did, until her head hit the pillow beneath her. He sat back up and grabbed the blanket next to him, carefully placing it on top of her and smiling as he watched her close her eyes and snuggle into it. Standing up, he, once again, made his way to the doorway.

“Hey, knight in shining armor?”

His grin widened, and he paused, his hand on the doorknob. “Yeah?”

“Thank you for saving me.”

“You’re welcome,” he answered quietly, looking back at her one last time and drinking her in before he closed the door behind him and walked back down the hallway.

He took her keys out of his pocket and placed them on the counter by the front door. His hand lingered as he thought of the way she’d looked at him, the way her hand had felt against him. He may have picked up the life she threw on the floor, but she’d done a hell of a lot more for him.

On the spur of the moment, he took an old receipt out of his pocket, smoothing out the crumpled paper and grabbing a nearby pen. He scrawled his name and number on it and left it by the phone, turning to go before he could second guess himself. Leaving the hall lights on, he walked out and locked the door, the slip of paper he’d left behind staying as a last sign of hope.

-

The next morning, he groaned as he rolled out of bed, smoothing over his tousled hair and making his way into the bunker’s cold kitchen. Sam must’ve already been up and out, because there was a pre-made pot of coffee waiting for him. He smiled and grabbed it, pouring a cup. Looking over at the phone he’d left on the table last night, he raised his eyebrow when he noticed it was blinking. Grabbing it, he pressed play on the message, grinning even wider when he realized who it was from.

“Hey...I, um, I wanted to thank you for last night. You went above and beyond the random-guy-at-a-bar call of duty, and I will forever be grateful. I’ve been, uh, going through a rough time lately, as I’m sure you noticed, and I think you were exactly what I needed last night....Dean.” She paused, but he could hear the smile in her voice as she said his name. “I figured I’d go out last night and meet some boys who could take my mind off it, but you showed me the difference between a boy and a man. Thank you for being a man.” Another pause, this time a little longer. “Um...if you’re up to it, I’d really love to buy you a drink to show you how much it meant to me. Maybe something non-alcoholic this time,” she laughed. “Coffee? Let me know.”

He didn’t even let the message finish before he was redialing her number, his own cup of coffee long forgotten on the counter. He smiled into the phone as he waited for her to pick up, imagining the sound of her voice on the other end. 

He wasn’t sure what exactly would come from this, but he knew one thing: he’d never been so damn grateful to take a drunk girl home.

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[akkeyagentofhelheim]

Singularity

Green silk wrapped around him in protection. Small hooves inspected his face. Dark wings obstructed the sky above. Familiar voices reached his ears, but they were murmured, unclear, inaudible. 

A veil covered all his senses, and no matter how hard he tried, he drifted further into unconsciousness as the final sparks of magic dissipated from the tips of his fallen fingers.

---

The soft white scenery before him was a stark, yet welcome contrast from the heavy darkness he had been in mere moments ago. Hazy shapes of rolling hills stood in the distance, varying amongst different light hues, in pastels and desaturated greys, as a flat surface of water stretched in between like a mirror. Juro stood on top of it, unsinking and alone, his usual layers absent and dressed in simple cotton garb, feet bare and forming small ripples every time he moved.

It was quiet. Comforting.

There was a tiny sound of a droplet into a puddle, then a familiar, ancient, dearly missed voice from behind him, “おかえりなさい, 鶴ちゃん。”

He slowly turned to face the two people that appeared, although he didn’t need to. He knew exactly who they were without even looking. His amber eyes glistened so brightly, a lump in his throat growing as he tried to form his words.

One step. Then another. It was a careful approach that was too afraid to make sudden movements, lest it sent them away when he least wanted it to.

“Jii-jii… Jurou-san…” his voice was tight, feeling somewhat like Yun as his chest was overwhelmed with a multitude of emotions that he couldn’t put any names to. He reached out with a trembling hand, and both Elder and Mentor took it with familiar lopsided grins dancing on their faces.

“I’m sorry we left you alone, Little Crane...” Roku said, his brow knitted slightly with guilt, “You suffered for so long by yourself…”

Juro inhaled sharply, shaking his head, “It… it’s not your fault! I was the one who didn’t listen and trusted the wrong person. I knew how dangerous this magic is, and I couldn’t control myself and it ended up ki--” He gasped, unable to speak the words out loud. His Mentor let his hand go with a sad sigh, and placed it on top of his bowed head, one of the few people who ever towered over his lanky height and made him seem small.

“It was nobody’s fault but your abusers, Jin. They were evil, cruel people who took advantage of you, and you took all of the pain in silence,” Jurou spoke quietly, “We tried our best, but in the end we couldn’t do much for you. Our biggest regret was leaving you behind…”

Roku pulled the anguished man closer to him, coming only up to his chin in his old age, “We had hoped you would find liberty and hope despite our absence, and know your self worth, but…”

“I lost my way…” Juro rasped, knowing.

Jurou tightened his grip on his student’s head, wrapping him in a one handed hug as the Elder also placed a secure arm around the Bookkeeper’s shoulders, “You did, for a while…” They stayed in embrace like that for a moment.

“But now you found it again…” 

A teal thread slowly appeared, floating and twisting around them as a whole, the end of the line trailing away from them and fading into the distance, like a compass, a path to follow home.

Former Bookkeepers carefully let him go, stepping away from him. Juro tried to stay with them, but something pulled him back, gliding serenely on the tensed surface, the distance between them increasing.

“They’re good people, Little Crane. Let yourself live as you want to. Don’t hold yourself back anymore.” Juro called for them, but they were too far now.  Their final words were full of love, and happiness for him.

“Goodbye, Shou Lao Jin.”

---

His hand found wood as the last breaths of their names died on his lips, long slender hands clutched against the ink stained grains of a Bookkeeper table. Juro lifted his head, taking in the new scenery he was in, a familiar underground office that was set within the hills of Hakata, owned and used frequently by an Elder during his mundane bookkeeping days. The edges of the room faded into white, the ground still dipped in the same mirror-like surface, books and scrolls scattered in haphazard piles, reminiscent of his own organizational system.

Juro exhaled shakily, forlorn and bittersweet, yet happy with the encounter. He recognized pen and ink and journal from his childhood, some of which he had used, but mostly not as they belonged to the rest of his family, the Bookkeepers.

He felt a presence behind him again, and he made to turn, but he was stopped by a pale, ink stained hand on the back of his shoulder.

“Stay, Juro.”

His brow creased as he recognized his own voice, then he understood. He pressed his lips together, “You’re me. Your chain broke.”

It was a moment before the quiet reply, “...yes.”

His shoulders sagged with deep regret, “I--”

“Please don’t.” More broken Bookkeepers appeared. They watched the Original, kindness and understanding emanating from them, “It’s unfortunate, but… we have no regrets. We lived and we learned and we wrote, and we are grateful to you.”

They dissolved, fading into white in succession, “Live well.”

Juro whirled around as the last dredges of their forms dissipated. Through the fading light stepped another figure, another Bookkeeper, one hand coming up to tuck a long fringe under his ear as mirrored souls observed each other in their bright surroundings.

It was J who spoke first, brow furrowed moodily, “Why could I not tell Yun that you could control it if you tried?”

The silence was tense for a while, amber warring with amber, before Juro slowly replied, “It was an enchantment.” He leaned against the edge of Roku’s table, fingers woven and clasped before him, “I was unaware that I even did it… but I subconsciously cast it so that we would all forget that it was possible.”

“Why?” J’s voice was even.

“Because…” Juro hesitated, “Because I didn’t want to help myself. I felt that this was the only way for me to exist, and I wasn’t worth any other way. I thrived in the loneliness. It’s what I thought I deserved.”

Quiet fell around them again as Juro avoided his alternate self’s gaze. It was a few moments before J shifted in his spot, “I understand.”

Juro looked up to see his soft, familiar smirk back at him, blonde locks falling loosely over slanted eyes. J tilted his head, a finger placed on his lips in thought, “I would have done the same thing.”

“I’m waking up now. I have something very important to tell someone,” he turned on his heel after a while, and approached the door at the far side that Juro didn’t notice before. He stopped before passing the threshold, adjusting the scarf around his shoulder, “Thank you, to you and Yun, for saving us.” He glanced back with a grateful smile, then left.

Juro wasn’t sure how much time ticked by when Rou appeared before him.

The half-bare Bookkeeper came right up to him, leaning in far too close for comfort as a crane embroidered robe slipped off his shoulders, “I’ve always wondered how it is to get with my clone.”

Juro blinked, then chuckled, unable to help himself. He was slowly coming to understand who he was bound to meet in this dream space, and began to slip back into his charming demeanour, yet now it was more genuine than a facade. Perhaps it was because he was talking to himself, in a sense.

“I do not. At all,” he gently pushed Rou back by the shoulder, widening the gap between them by a little, “Are you waking up soon?”

Lined amber eyes met with his. Rou’s face split into an intoxicating smile, “Yes. I have visitors that I very rudely kicked out. I…” he paused, “I’m going outside to find them. I can now.”

Juro’s mouth opened slightly, before his face split into a wider smirk, “Of course.”

Rou returned the grin, then disappeared.

Seconds and minutes were irrelevant as more of himself appeared in the liminal space.

A hooded Bookkeeper stood very tall and serious, merely announcing his intentions then leaving immediately. One with extremely platinum hair and an unsettling smile asked of Yun’s condition, then disappeared. Next was a blindfolded man, who spoke to him with the prettiest tones, ringing low and clear even in the small confines of the pseudo-Library. Then another who was identical, save for the blindfold, and replaced with heavy circles under his eyes instead--Juro sent him off with some amused concern. A pirate, then a nix, and a very tall, majestic crane half breed. A very enthusiastic, well kept Bookkeeper holding a pastry in his hand as a gift, promising more extensive lists of a bakery menu for the database. He could’ve also sworn he saw one with tears spilling down his cheeks out of the corner of his eye, but that version was gone before he could speak to him.

Laughter rang out in his little room as twin sets of feet pattered on the mirrored floor. They took each of his hands in theirs, their boyish faces wide with excited grins.

“Will Yun come to visit?”

“Will he come see us?”

Juro squeezed their hands in reply, a small smile dancing on his, “I’m sure he would.”

Jin and Ren nodded, satisfied, then went back out the door they came from, each receiving a gentle pat on the head with slender hands swathed in the finest silk robes as they passed. He approached Juro, slow and elegant, long hair tied loosely over his shoulder as he regarded the Original over thin spectacles.

“Lao Jin,” the Emperor smiled.

“Lao Ren,” Juro returned.

“Your Milae is waiting.”

“So is yours.”

A small laugh escaped their lips.

“I will be taking my leave, then,” the Emperor’s voice was tender, as he, too, vanished.

The quiet that remained was present, not heavy, but it was difficult to ignore. He didn’t meet them all, for more than half of the millions were duplicates, offshoots, the same soul with a slightly different path. Still, he was visited by many.

There was one more left.

“You’re the last one.”

Juro’s tone was low, careful, but gentle, and kind, and melancholy. He was staring at his hands as a black combat boot came into his peripheral, and his face twisted into a small smile, lifting his head slowly as amber locked with amber.

They stood across from each other, nearly identical at first glance, although Jin was a touch more slender and a touch less rough. The Original and the Worst, Bookkeepers at opposite ends of the multiverse, yet the most similar to each other amongst any of their alternate selves.

“I’m sor--” Juro attempted to speak, but Jin tilted his head in interruption. The corner of the former’s mouth quirked up, and stopped his thought there. There was no need for any form of apology, from anyone.

It was Jin who broke the silence this time, “How’s Yun?”

“He’s resting.”

The sniper’s shoulders relaxed, crooked grin wide on his face, no longer hiding his fondness for the seidkonur, “Did he kick her ass?”

“...yes.”

“Was he cool?”

Juro nodded, returning the smirk, “Very much so.”

Jin hummed in satisfaction. Then he asked, “Are you waking up soon?”

“Good. I’ll be waiting,” Jin’s voice echoed as their surroundings intensified, brighter and brighter until Juro’s vision went completely, overwhelmingly white, and they all disappeared.

The Original raised a brow. He was the first to ask him, instead of the other way around. Juro lowered his lashes as he spoke, “I don't know if I can..." Faded lines ran up his right side.

"Don't give me that shit." It was curt, "I didn't come here to see you give up on yourself again. Not after the incredible stunt you and Yun just pulled."

Juro silently pressed his lips together as the sniper continued with a stubborn smirk, "I'm not waking up until you do. And you know Yun will be extremely upset if I don't, so you better get your crap together."

He laughed genuinely, his voice clear within the silence of the dreamscape, "Yes sir."

---

He wasn’t quite out of unconsciousness just yet, he could tell. There was a tent, several cots, the touch of borrowed clothes on his skin as he rested, the fatigue in his entire left side laying very heavily on him, while feeling absolutely nothing on his right. His ears picked up on sounds, but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what they were.

Save for a single voice, twanging in Wildersouth Caprinae accents.

“Really a fuckin’ mess, ya are. I’ll take care of it. Just say hi to Goat Dude for me.”

Then she was no more.

[maple-writes]

Super stoked about having the time lately to be able to write fairly regularly after work and things like that. I think this is the most regular my updates have ever been? We’ll see just how long that lasts.

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“Hey, Asher. Can you wake up for me?”

           I opened my eyes slowly to Ginger crouching in front of me on the bathroom floor. Behind her, Striker and Cirrus stood worried in the doorway. My gaze drifted from Ginger to the two of them and my heart sunk. Striker looked like he’d been crying.

           Ginger glanced over her shoulder when she noticed me looking. “I think it’s best if you close the door and leave the two of us alone for now.” She spoke even and calm. “Wait downstairs and I’ll let you know when you can come up.”

           Striker nodded and turned away, nudging Cirrus to follow. He closed the door, the sound echoing across the hard surfaces of the bathroom. Then it was quiet again, just the two of us in the little room. She watched silently as I sat up, slow and disheveled. I shook out my head to try and clear the fog, and it helped, but only a little.

           “So,” Ginger almost whispered. “Heard you had a rough night.”

           What had Striker told her? I nodded. She was here, they would have told her as much as they could. There was no point in trying to lie.

           She nodded and drew a pink spiral memo book from her pocket, and a pen with glittery fish on the end “Can you tell me what happened?”

           Could I? I leaned back against the shower door. “I don’t know.” I shook my head. “The last thing I remember was falling asleep downstairs and then I was in the park.” I stopped myself before I could mention the rabbit. Shame burned too hot, it’s hold too strong to admit what I might have done.

           “What about before that, when you got home.” Ginger pressed. “How were you then?”

           I shrugged. “Fine.” I paused, trying to bring the memory back through the fog in my head. “I mean, I was tired.”

           “Do you think you brought anything back with you from the mountain yesterday?”

           “No,” I shook my head. “I was okay.” I would have known if something had followed me home, right? “I was just, tired. I got home and I talked with Cirrus and I fell asleep.”

           Her pen scratched at the paper as she wrote, jotting something down with a blank face. I sighed, letting my eyes fall from her, resting on her bag by her side. It was open, as if she set it down in order to reach in and grab anything at a moment’s notice. I swallowed. Was I dangerous?

           She looked back up from her notebook. “So you wake up, then what?”

           “Cirrus found me and brought me home,” I hunched my shoulders. “We got home and…”

           I trailed off, bending my leg to rest my arm against the thigh. Shame flushed my face and I rubbed at my eyes. How was I supposed to tell her what happened? Ginger stayed quiet as I avoided looking directly at her, probably waiting for me to speak. She shouldn’t have had to come out here. What would she think of me now?

           Finally, she took a breath. “Your brother tells me you were acting strange.” She paused. “He said you were aggressive and he had to restrain you. Is that true?”

           I nodded, hanging my head. My throat tightened. What would I have done if Striker hadn’t held me down?

           “Listen Asher,” Ginger paused long enough for me to raise my head. “You’re not in trouble, alright? But people are worried about you, and frankly, I’m concerned too.” She set her notebook down and shifted backwards from her crouch to sit on the floor in front of me. “Your brother told me about your sister.”

           I stiffened, breath catching in my throat. My eyes widened and I swallowed. What did he tell her? She wasn’t going to go after Ember now, was she?

           She hesitated a moment, and my heart skipped. “He also told me about your father, and how you ran into him not too long ago.”

           My chest tightened. Why did he tell her that? I swallowed and pressed my back against the glass wall. How much did she know? Why wasn’t she saying anything? What was I supposed to say?

           She sighed, long and slow. “It was pretty serious, the encounter as he explained it to me.”

           “This wasn’t Vena.” I shook my head. “I would have felt it if it were.” Would have heard his mocking voice in my hear, taking over my thoughts along with my body. “And Ember stays outside of the city.”

           Ginger picked up her notebook again and jotted something down. “Fair enough.” She looked back up at me. “I just wish you’d at least told me about your run in with your father after it happened. You’re right in the sense that I don’t see any signs of something lingering on you, but that’s important for me to know.”

           I nodded, keeping my head down.

           She continued. “How are you feeling now?”

           Now? I shrugged. “I’m tired.” But… even then not as tired as I should have been, was I? “A little out of it I guess.” I paused, massaging the back of my neck with a long sigh. She watched so patiently, waiting for me to continue. “I…” I swallowed. “I feel awful, for what I did.” I buried my face in my hands, massaging my forehead with my thumbs. “I don’t know why I did that, I shouldn’t have done it, I don’t know what happened.”

           Ginger hmmed, her face softening. “Hey,” she leaned in, voice soft and gentle. “You weren’t yourself. I’m glad you still feel it was wrong though, otherwise I would have reason to be very concerned.” She braced herself on a bent knee and stood, towering above me. “I want you to get some rest, and I’m going to see if I can hang around here the rest of the day in case anything comes up. I’ll stay longer if you need it.”

           I dropped my hands, staring up at her. “No,” I shook my head as I hauled myself to my feet. My head went dizzy before adjusting to the new height. “I can’t, I can’t make you do that for me. I’ll be okay.”

           Ginger shrugged. “Well,” she grinned, the points of her fangs poking over her lip. “Once you’re asleep you can’t tell me off, so you don’t have a whole lot of choice in this matter.” She reached down and slung her bag over her shoulder. “I’ve brought everything I’d need to work remotely anyway. I’m staying.”

           Before I could argue, she unlocked the bathroom door, pulled it open and made a sweeping gesture towards the hall. I hesitated, but what was the point? I wanted to sleep anyway, and it was clear she wouldn’t be swayed no matter what I said. All I could do was let Ginger usher me into bed.

#

When I woke up again, everything was soft and warm as the mid afternoon light seeping in through the half-open window. I yawned, turning over and twisting myself among the blankets. The horrors of the night felt so far away now, already a faded memory in the back of my mind. I was dry, and warm, and maybe even safe.

           I sat up with another yawn. My shoulders popped as I stretched my arms high above my head and the floor cooled the bottoms of my feet. I paused before standing, nerves starting to coil around my chest like a constricting snake. I’d have to say something to everyone when I got downstairs. What would I say? Was there anything I could? I hunched my shoulders and took a deep breath. Putting it off would only make it worse.

           My limbs moved stiff as I made my way downstairs. The hall and the stairway seemed so much longer than usual. It was quiet at the bottom, soft voices coming from the living room.

           I stopped before the doorframe, fingers twisting and working their way into the fabric of my pants. Nerves tightened my muscles, but I forced myself to breathe. Better now than never.

           I steeled my nerves and stepped into the living room. Sitting around he coffee table with playing cards in hand, Ginger, Cirrus, and Striker looked up from their game.

           Striker threw his cards down and leapt from his spot on the couch, and in a heartbeat he’d thrown his arms around me in a rib-crushing hug, tight enough for me to feel his heartbeat through his chest. Wherever his skin touched mine a soup of emotions seeped into my blood; tight worry, soft relief, sharp affection. I melted, resting my head on his warm shoulder.

           Slowly, his grip loosened and he pulled away. “Are you okay?”

           I nodded, eyes cast down. I couldn’t look him in the eye, shame and guilt overpowering the relief that tried to push through.

           He hesitated a moment, then draped his arm around my shoulders to guide me towards the living room couches. I sat down, slouching forward as he settled in beside me. Across the table, Cirrus tried to catch my eye, but quickly gave up when I kept my head down.

           The heavy quiet seemed to drag on far too long before Ginger cleared her throat and leaned forward.

           “Good morning sleepyhead.” She teased. “How are you feeling?”

           I sighed, shoulders weighed down by the guilt crushing my lungs. “I…” I swallowed. “I’m so sorry.”

           Striker ducked his head down to my level. “Hey,” he spoke soft, gentle. “I’m just glad you’re okay. You scared me.”

           “I don’t know what happened.”

           Ginger shrugged. “Well, we can’t yet be sure either, it could…” She trailed off, eyes darting to the corners of their sockets as she thought. She frowned for a moment before resting her eyes back on me. “We can’t know for sure what happened yet, or if it even relates at all to the paranormal.” She shrugged again. “For all we know it could have been something mental, in which case that’s outside my expertise. I’ve got a handful of people I could set you up with if you find you need them though.”

           I nodded, slowly letting my head come up. She looked down at me, eyes soft but concern barely hidden behind her long lashes. By my side, Striker leaned forward, resting his elbows against his knees

           “So,” his voice wavered. “You think he’s going to be okay?”

           Ginger hesitated, then sighed. “I mean,” she let herself sink back down into the couch. “I can’t—I’m not a doctor, I’m not a psychiatrist, I’m an exorcist. I’m not getting the sense that he’s possessed right now, but I wasn’t there.” Her face fell. “The best thing I can say is that I’m not sure, and he might want to make a follow up appointment with someone if it happens again. That being said, don’t be afraid to call me again if you think you need me.”

           “Thanks.” Striker gives a weak smile. “And thanks for coming out on such short notice.”

           Ginger returned the smile as she rose from the couch. “Don’t mention it. It was nice to meet the both of you.” She nodded her head at the cards on the table. “And I think that’s another win for me.”

           Cirrus blinked, his face dropping into a mock scowl. “How did you..?”

           “Oh,” Ginger twirled a strand of her long blond hair. “You pick up a thing or two in 50 years.” Her hand stilled with a coy smile. “Invite me back and maybe I’ll teach you a few things.”

           He muttered something under his breath and rolled his eyes as she turned towards me and Striker again.

           “Seriously though, Asher,” Her tone dropped. “Let me know if something’s not right. I don’t want to see you hurt.” I nodded, and her smile returned. “Good. I’ll be in touch then.”

           We exchanged good byes, and she slipped out the door in to the now dusk light, plunging the room into quiet broken only by the soft sounds of cards slipping against each other as Cirrus gathered them up into their little box.

           Striker’s hand on my shoulder made me jump, looking up as he stood beside me. His hand was warm, even though the fabric of my shirt. It was solid, real. I couldn’t help but lean into his touch, forcing a deep breath into my chest.

           “I’m going to make you some soup.” He said. “Then I think we should watch a movie or something.”

           I nodded, but words failed me. It sounded nice, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak though the weight on my chest. Striker didn’t seem to mind though, returning my nod with a gentle smile and a pat on the shoulder before turning and disappearing into the kitchen.

#

That night, sleep came quickly until something tapping at my window woke me. I groaned, sitting up and squinting towards the darkened window. Another tap. Something, a pebble maybe, hit the glass and dropped out of sight. Curiosity drove me from my bed, creeping across the floor to peer out the window to the street below.

           I gasped. Staring up from the sidewalk was Ember, with her arching horns and glowing red eyes. Her gaze met mine and I hurried down the stairs. She’d never come into the city before.

           The night air bit at my skin as I staggered out the door in shoes slipped hastily on without a moment to throw on socks before. I shuffled out to the sidewalk just in time to see her duck into a nearby laneway. When I followed her, she was waiting. Heat and power and energy sloughed off her in waves, prickling across my skin like I’d leaned too near a campfire’s edge. She kept her distance though, stepping back when I got too close.

           “Asher,” she smiled, sharp, glass-like teeth reflecting the orange of the streetlamps. “Sorry to wake you.”

           “What’s up?” I folded my arms, wrapping them tight around my body to try and protect against the night breeze. It didn’t work.

           She shifted from side to side, swaying like the wavering of a candle flame. “Is Striker home?”

           I nodded. “He’s sleeping.” I blinked and straightened my back. “But I’m sure he wouldn’t mind waking up if it meant seeing you.”

           “No no no,” Ember shook her head and raised her hands. The energy buzzed faster, ringing in my ears and echoing through the hollow spaces of my chest. “No, that’s not why I…” She dropped her hands and huffed. “That’s not why I ask.”

           Oh? I cocked my head, worry starting to knot in my gut. Whether it was from my own anticipation or the feelings rubbing off of her, I couldn’t tell. I hoped it was my own fear. It wasn’t like Ember to worry, not to the degree that this tension crept across my body.

           She blinked, long and slow, and my heart sank at how sunken her eyes looked in the low light. “I, I was talking with Vena the other day and—”

           “Vena?” Oh no, he had found her. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” My voice went tight, my arms unfolding as I tried to see if she was injured.

           But she only stood tall, eyebrows furrowing. “No, no I’m fine. Why would he hurt me?”

           A gust of wind blew down the laneway and I shivered, hunching in on myself. I stared at her, my expression matching hers. “What, what do you mean?”

           “I don’t know,” She dusted the tips of her claws over her cheek. Her hand stopped suddenly, her eyes stretching wide. “Wait, did he hurt you?”

           My hand went to my neck where he’d grabbed me, and I swallowed.

           Rage flooded from Ember, her eyes burning bright in the low light. “What did he do to you?” She growled, claws flexing in the empty air at her sides. “What did he do Asher!” She took a step forward and I shrank back, bracing against the energy threatening to fill my lungs and drown my body.

           I half turned away, flinching as she approached. “He surprised me, and he got mad at me when I didn’t want to listen to me. He strangled me on the beach and—” I took a quick breath. “I thought he was going to kill me. He hurt my friend too when he made him stop.”

           “Bastard,” Ember’s spat the word. Her hands clenched to fists and she snarled, but froze when she noticed my cowering. “I,” She stepped back and held her arms out in front her. “Sorry, sorry.”

           The torrent slowed and I gasped for fresh breath. My legs shook as I brought myself to face her again.

           “I can’t believe he did that to you,” Ember kicked at a loose patch of asphalt, head down and glowering. “He was nothing like that with me. Nothing like that.” She opened her mouth to speak more, but shook her head instead. “But I, that’s not why I’m here.”

           She wrung her hands out in front of her, fidgeting and swaying on her feet. Nerves bundled in my chest. Whatever she was here for couldn’t have been good, why else would she make her way all through the city?

           She craned her neck, peering around me through to the street behind my back. “It’s Striker.” She hushed her voice. “Vena, he’s been talking about him. Calling him all kinds of names, saying how easy he would be to take over and… Break.”

           I shuddered, ice crawling cold over my skin. My heart raced in my throat, pounding and hammering against the bone. He’d said something like that before, when Riku died. I glanced back over my shoulder. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t fight Vena, not even if it was to save Striker.

           “I don’t know how serious he was,” Ember muttered. “But I…” She turned away. “I couldn’t just not tell you, so maybe, you can keep an eye on him. At least for now.”

           I shivered, but only partly from the cold. “Ember, I,” I shook my head. “I can’t do anything, not against Vena.”

           “Well I don’t know what to do either.” She lowered her voice. “He might listen to me, but I don’t know.” She paused, eyes shifting side to side in the low light. “I’ll try. I just don’t know—”

           Ember’s head snapped up and she narrowed her eyes at something behind me. My heart leapt as I whirled, but it was only Cirrus. He stood by the opening of the laneway, staring wide eyed at my sister. Tension thickened the air and I swallowed with a glance at Ember. Her claws were curved at her sides, heat seeping from her body.

           I held out my hands, “It’s okay, it’s okay,” I pointed to Cirrus. “He’s my friend.”

           She shifted. “What’s he doing here?”

           “I heard Asher leave.” Cirrus crossed his arm and raised his chin, meeting Ember’s stare with cold eyes. “Who are you?” His face twisted to a snarl. “Hurt him and I’ll—”

           “Cirrus it’s okay,” I turned to him now with arms outstretched. “It’s just my sister.” My hands trembled, caught between their two opposing energies that buzzed across my skin and tightened around my chest.

           Neither looked away, staring each other down over my head. I swallowed. Please don’t do anything rash. I couldn’t let them fight, but what could I do to stop them if they did?

           But then Cirrus uncrossed his arms and leaned against the side of someone’s garage and I breathed a sigh of relief. Good. Slowly, Ember’s shoulders sagged as the tension eased from her muscles.

           She pointed at Cirrus. “What were you doing at my brother’s house so late at night?” Her bright eyes flickered to me with a sharp grin. “When were you going to tell me?”

           I blinked, confused until I glanced back at Cirrus. His eyes widened, face flushing red. He pushed off from the wall and stammered, too flustered to sort out a proper sentance.

           “Oh,” I turned back to Ember. “No, Cirrus just lives with us.” I smiled, grateful for how the tension seemed to dissipate from the air. “It’s a long story.”

           “Well, you seem to have everything under control,” Cirrus stumbled over his words, turning towards the main street. “Don’t stay out too long.”

           Before I could say anything, he’d slipped away and disappeared around the side of lane. I frowned. Was it Ember? Maybe she reminded him too much of Vena?

           Ember’s soft laughter brought my attention back to her. She smiled, warm eyes shining. “He’s funny.”

           “He’s uh,” I rubbed at the back of my neck. “He’s not usually like that.” But I wouldn’t be surprised if he were a little more skittish after all that’d happened in the last week and half.

           The sound of a car coming down the main road made her look up, pupils shrinking to slits as the edges of passing headlights spilled into the lane. Then as soon as it was gone, it was silent again. A yawn crept up on me, too quickly for me to stop it. I hadn’t checked the time before come out to here.

           Ember smiled, but it stopped at her mouth. “He’s probably right though, I’ve kept you up long enough.”

           My shoulders fell. I didn’t want her to leave, not when she’d finally worked up the nerve to make her way through the city, but at the same time my body felt heavy as my eyelids.

           “You could come inside if you want,” I rolled a loose pebble under the toe of my shoe. “I could cook you something, you could take a warm shower, stay the rest of the night…”

           Ember hesitated, jaw tightening and just the briefest flashes of longing crossing behind her eyes before she looked away. “I don’t know Ash.” She shook her head. “I can’t do that. I can’t…”

           “Ember—”

           “Sorry.” She turned away. “Tell Striker I’m sorry too.”

           I took a step toward her but then she was gone, darting off into the night like she’d never been here in the first place. A weight landed heavy on my chest. Damn it.

[a1kitkat]

Prompt: Malex, Alex has ptsd and nightmares and goes to Michael for comfort. :)

Probably not what you were expecting but here you go :)

Malex Fic - I Will Keep You Safe

Alex bolted upright in bed, his heart was beating rapidly to the point that he placed his hand upon his chest to ensure it didn’t pound right out of his body. He reached up with his other hand and ran it through his hair; disturbed the layer of cold sweat that had formed on his brow.He stayed like that for some time, just counting the beats of his heart until he was sure his heart rate was slowly to something resembling normal. He adjusted the pillows behind him so he could remain upright for when he closed his eyes, there was a bright flash and he opened them again.He knew this was normal, well sort of normal. The doctors had told him to expect stuff like this to happen, like after the incident first occurred but he hadn’t been this bad in months. Nothing had happened to him recently to stir up these memories… Nothing similar to that anyway. The only traumatic event to happen lately was his walking away from Michael. Oh and finding that fragment of alien-like stuff. He wasn’t even sure what it was but it was safely tucked away in a box beneath the bed.Alex reached for the light then for the box under the bed. He’d placed several insignificant things on top of it but, once again, the fragment reacted to his touch and he sat, staring at it.There was another flash in his mind and he put it back in the box.He wasn’t exactly sure when his nightmares had started again. Was it before he’d found this or after? His first night terror had been after he’d left Michael alone at the drive in. He was pretty sure of it… but were they all connected? Alex scoffed at himself and shoved the box back under the bed, turned the light off and settled back under the covers. He, once again, counted the beats of his heart until he drifted back to sleep.But he awoke barely an hour later from a very lucid dream where he was in Michael’s bed in his air stream and Michael had been doing unseemly things to him. His body had reacted to every look, every touch, every kiss.Even now, his body was reacting to the phantom of Michael in his dream.Alex cursed in frustration. Another sign of PTSD that was more embarrassing than anything else. Even assurances about that side effect still didn’t always comfort him.There was nothing more he could do now, sleep wasn’t going to be his friend tonight so he climbed out of bed and threw himself into the shower, hoped the cold water would make him feel better.*In the harsh light of day, his night terrors were the last thing on his mind. He had more pressing things to worry about; like his friends, his job, Kyle. He wasn’t even going to think about Michael.But today was Saturday and Liz desperately needed a kick up the rear. So Alex put her in her place and they spent the day with Maria and Mimi.By that evening, Alex’s head was spinning. He had so many questions for Mimi but it was too late to ask and he, once again, found himself sitting on his bed with the weird fragment in the box in front of him. He couldn’t bring himself to touch it, not after Mimi’s warning but he couldn’t stop staring at it either.Alex tried to stay awake, kept looking at the fragment without touching it and replaying Mimi’s words again and again. She believed something ‘not of this world’ had changed his father and Jim Valenti. Could this be the thing? Was that why Jim had hidden it in the hunting cabin?He found a pen and paper and started to write down all the questions he had. Maybe he should talk to someone about it… Kyle? Michael?No, he was a smart person, if he talked to anyone about this, they’d have him committed or write it off as another ptsd symptom.He pushed himself to stay awake, not ready for another restless night of night terrors and nightmares but his eyes began to droop and he slowly nodded off.Barely twenty minutes later, he was, once again, awakened in a cold sweat. His entire body was trembling, heart pounding, cock rock hard.Alex groaned in frustration and reached for his crutch. It was three in the morning but he knew there was only one place he could go. Only one person he wanted to see. He just hoped they wanted to see him.*Michael was sitting outside the air-stream with a beer in hand, just staring at the flames in front of him.It hadn’t been a good day. From Max’s harsh words to Isobel being taken away then Maria’s breakdown in front of him… he wasn’t in a good place.When he heard the car pull up behind him, he didn’t shift his gaze from the flames. He wasn’t in the mood for anymore of Max’s crap. His words had stung, deeper than he’d expected them too. Max had known about him and Alex all these years and had chosen now to throw it in his face.This, on top of Isobel being locked up, was just too much for him.“Not now, Max” Michael threw over his shoulder “I’m not in the mood for your crap. Not tonight”He knew he was being harsh; Max had been the one to take Isobel away, to lock her up, for her own good, it obviously hurt Max a lot more than it hurt Michael.“I don’t want to talk about Alex either” “Well I do”It wasn’t Max’s voice. Michael stood up and spun around, he was beyond shocked to see Alex standing before him.“Alex” he greeted him “you look like crap”“I feel like crap” Alex replied as he moved towards the fire and sank down into one of the lawn chairs.Michael noticed the way Alex flinched as he sat down.He sat down himself and held out a beer which Alex declined. Michael continued to watch, his eyes scanned every inch of Alex’s appearance. He really did look exhausted.“You don’t want to talk about me?” Alex asked, not looking at Michael but at the flame between them.“I thought you were Max”“Of course, who else would show up at your door in the middle of the night”“It’s been a really long day and…” he paused “Max knew about us”He saw the way Alex’s fingers curled into a fist.“How?”“I don’t know… He just knew… I’m sorry”“You’re sorry?”“I know you didn’t want anyone to know about us”Michael dared to look up into Alex’s eyes and could see he was blinking back tears. He put his drink aside, got to his feet and made his way over to him. Michael dropped to his knees, placed his hand on Alex’s knee and looked into his tear-filled eyes. “What are you doing here, Alex?” He whispered.“Couldn’t sleep” Alex confessed as he placed his hand on top of Michael’s.“Why are you still awake?”“I couldn’t sleep either”“I… I’ve been having trouble sleeping for awhile now… ever since…”Alex leaned forward in the seat and reached for Michael’s other hand. Fingers entwined, they just stared at each other. A sound in the far distance reached Alex’s ears and his eyes widened in fear. He didn’t even think as he threw himself into Michael’s arms, knocked the other man on his ass.After the initial shock, Michael collected himself and wrapped his arms around Alex in a tight embrace. He could feel the soldier trembling in his arms and softly rubbed his hand up and down his back in a soothing gesture.“It’s okay” Michael assured him “once a week a bunch of yahoos come out here and shoot cans”“You could’ve warned me”“I don’t notice it anymore”“Pretty pathetic, huh? A soldier afraid of gunfire”“You went through Hell over there. You’re not afraid of gunfire… You’re still in shock”“The Doctors said I have uncomplicated ptsd… there’s nothing uncomplicated about it”Michael continued to run his hand up and down Alex’s back while Alex reached up and grasped Michael’s shirt in his fist, clinging so tightly his knuckles turned white.Michael brought his other hand up and placed it over Alex’s. His touch caused Alex to loosen his grip just a touch.“It’s okay” Michael whispered “I’ve got you”“I’m sorry”He placed his hand upon Alex’s chin and urged him to look up, to meet his gaze.“Don’t ever be sorry” Michael told him.“Guerin-“Michael placed his finger upon Alex’s lips to stop him from arguing. The tears were still present in his eyes.“I don’t want to be like this” Alex whispered.He wrapped his arms around Alex, pulled him close and cradled him in his embrace, surprised to feel his body still trembling despite how desperately he was clinging to Michael.“What can I do?” Michael asked, his fingers caressed Alex’s cheek. “How can I help you?”“Just… I….” Alex paused then blinked in confusion. “I’m sorry”Alex started to extract himself from Michael’s arms. It was no easy feat as Michael was very reluctant to let him go. They separated and Alex struggled to his feet, leaving Michael sitting in the dirt.“I’m sorry” Alex said more confidently this time “I… I shouldn’t have come here”Michael scrambled to his feet and reached for Alex’s arm.“But you did” he stated “you came here for a reason”“I… I…”Michael took a step closer, into Alex’s personal space and took hold of his hand.“Alex” Michael began “I’m here, I will always be here for you. Just tell me what you need and-““I need you” Alex choked on these three words as the tears slid down his cheeks.“I haven’t… I can’t sleep” he sobbed “I wake up in a cold sweat and… and I just… I can’t shake it… Can’t stop it… I… I wake up and I find myself reaching for you but you’re not there”Michael reached up and placed both hands on Alex’s cheeks, cupped his face, cradled so tenderly. Tears had formed in his own eyes.“I’m here” he insisted “I’m right here, right now”“I haven’t slept the night through since our last night together in your trailer”“That’s why you stayed?”Michael’s heart was racing as he leaned closer, pressed their foreheads together. Tears filled his own eyes, he’d never succeeded in keeping Alex safe before. He hadn’t protected him from his father, hadn’t been able to keep him from a war zone.“I’m scared to close my eyes at night” Alex said very softly. Michael brushed the tears from his cheeks.Then Alex pulled away and stared into Michael’s eyes. He took a step back then another and started towards the air stream, taking Michael’s hand in his they made their way inside. Neither of them spoke as they stripped off their jackets, pants and shoes. Alex dropped down on the bed, Michael knelt before him and gently eased the prosthetic from his leg before carefully placing it aside.Their eyes locked; Michael stood up and started back towards the door but Alex reached out and grabbed his hand.“Where are you going?” He asked.“The fire pit” Michael explained.“It’ll put itself out”So Michael closed the door and climbed onto the bed, wrapped his arms around Alex and held him close. He was still shaking so Michael pulled the blanket over him but Alex shook his head and pulled Michael’s arm tighter around himself.“Are you sure this is what you want?” Michael asked him.He couldn’t see Alex’s face, couldn’t read his expression.“I spent the day with Liz, Maria and Mimi” Alex confessed “it was just like old times but…” he paused “between you and me… Mimi’s not well and it’s… it’s heartbreaking”Michael entwined their fingers as he remembered the way Maria had broken down in the bar earlier. He’d never seen her like that, hadn’t known what to do to help her.“I know” he admitted “I saw Maria tonight after… After the day I had, I needed a drink and she needed a friend”“You were with Maria?” Alex asked but this time he didn’t appear to tense. “She needed a shoulder to cry on”“And you gave her yours”“Of course I did”Alex turned and looked at Michael with yet another emotion in his eyes.“She told us not to stay but I knew she shouldn’t be alone”“She wasn’t… I promise, she wasn’t alone”Alex sighed with relief and closed his eyes. Michael reached up and touched his cheek, his fingers gently caressing his skin.He watched as Alex drifted off to sleep but Michael stayed awake the rest of the night, watching and waiting. Alex didn’t stir, not once.Michael held him close, tenderly stroked his hair. He thought of all that had happened that day, how the one thing that could have made it better was now in his bed beside him. He smiled to himself and vowed to keep his promise.He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Alex’s cheek.”I promise” he whispered “I will keep you safe”

[doubletriplepowerbomb]

Forever

Colby Lopez x Lais Ribeiro (VS angel) 

request for @colbynatorsforlife

Warnings: none other than some fluff that you MIGHT drown in and some swears

Word count: +3300

Tags: @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk @jenn0755 @zappyzoodle @disturbthepearls @lost-in-the-stories @lithesxx @racingandreigns @rocketgirl2410 @vebner37 @therianfurry46 @littlelunaticfringe @finnbalorlover21 @winged-time-criminal @mrsnegan25 @xfirespritex @wefunloveruniverse

June 2012

“Hi welcome to Java Java can I help you…” My voice trailed off when I saw him. The most gorgeous man I had ever seen in all my years of life. He was wearing a tight black tee shirt with a gray beanie and glasses. I think he even had a streak of blond hair underneath. I knew I was staring for too long, I needed to look away. I blinked hard and asked the man again if I could take his order. He was staring at me too.

“Oh, uhm… yeah can I just have a black iced coffee?” I nodded, my eyes locked on him. I asked him his name and he smirked. “You want my number too, Lais?” He asked, reading my name tag. I blushed at his words. Did he think I was hitting on him? Should I start hitting on him?

“I just need it for the order,” I said with a smile. I kept my tone light and fun, so he knew I was kidding. His face got red and he reached up to adjust his beanie. I almost drooled at his arm when his bicep involuntarily flexed.

“Oh… duh… My name is Colby.” He looked pretty disappointed that he wasn’t on the same page as I was. I kept a smile on my face the whole time he stood in front of me and I watched him intently while I made his coffee. He had an athletic build. Big arms, thick legs, and a nice butt. I could barely think straight knowing he was in the small coffee shop I worked at in Iowa.

I think I read his coffee cup 12 times while making his order. It was the plainest order ever and I could barely remember it. Once I finally finished, I grabbed a pen from the counter.

“Colby!” I called his name and watched as he perked up. His hand lingered on mine as I handed his cup to him. He shot me a wink and I almost fell over, I couldn't wait to see his face when he saw what I wrote on his cup.

563-777-4653

My break is in 20 xx Lais

I saw his face light up and he looked up at me. I shot him a wink and kept working until my break was over. He stayed in the shop, sitting on a stool. His eyes didn't move from me either. I felt him watching me for 20 antagonizing minutes before I finally had my break.

The little timer on my watch went off and I swear I had never been so excited to hear that noise. I only had my short lunch break but the whole time sitting with him was amazing. We talked non-stop for an hour before my watch went off again. “Crap, my break’s over.” I said with a frown. His smile went away too.

“Well, when do you get off? Maybe I could take you out tonight.” he looked at me with raised eyebrows and an adorable smile.

“I get off at 6.”

“Then I’ll pick you up at 8. I’ll text you.”

“Bye Colby.”

“Bye Lais.”

Those last 3 hours were the slowest hours of my life. All I wanted was to get off and see Colby again. I couldn't even describe what I felt in my chest when I even said his name, let alone saw him or thought of him. I had never had a crush on anyone like this, especially not after only knowing someone for a little over an hour.

June 2019

That was 7 years ago today. After that day, we started talking all the time. I found out he was a wrestler and that it would put a strain on relationships considering he isn’t home often, but I didn't care. I never believed in love at first sight but after that day, I did. I fell madly in love with Colby Lopez the day that I met him. 7 amazing years later here I was getting ready for what should be the best night of our lives. I was going to propose to him tonight. And I know, the girlfriend shouldn't be the one to propose, but I’m not like that. I knew from when I was little that I would propose, I’ve always taken what I wanted.

Colby was at the gym meaning I had nothing but time on my hands. I had been talking to Colby’s two best friends from work, Joe and Jon (Roman and Dean) all about it. They helped me get a ring and plan out a perfect night that Colby would love.

“So what are you gonna buy a wedding band?” Jon asked before popping a bubble with his gum.

I laughed at him. “No, Jon I’m getting a promise ring type of thing,” I said, scanning the endless cases of rings. Who would’ve thought they make so many rings for men?

“This one.” I heard Joe’s voice from the other side of the store. His finger was pointing to a plain black titanium ring. It was perfect.

I bought the ring and I kept it hidden in the laundry room, I knew he’d never find it in there. I got a text saying he’d be home soon. I checked Find Friends and I saw that he was in the car on the way home from the gym.

I had gone to our favorite place in the park earlier and made it all nice for a picnic. I made a nice dinner for us and had it all packed up in a basket in the fridge. I worked so hard to plan this out and all my hard work was finally going to pay off. I had taken a shower and I was wearing a yellow off-the-shoulder sundress that accentuated my dark features. I was finishing up my makeup when I heard the bathroom door open.

“Well don’t you look delicious.” Colby stood there with his arm resting on the door frame. He had thrown his shirt and shorts in the laundry basket and he was wearing only his boxer briefs. “What’cha dressing up for, beautiful?” His hands snaked around my waist and I felt him press against my backside.

“Ew sweaty, get off!” I yelled playfully while wiggling out of his grip. “I just finished getting ready.”

“Do you have something tonight?” Colby looked down at the floor for a second, he was disappointed. He was sure I didn’t have any plans tonight and he wanted to cuddle up and watch a movie.

“Yeah I do have plans,” I began. I saw Colby’s gorgeous brown eyes lose their shimmer momentarily. “You and I are going on a date tonight. We’re having a picnic.” The shimmer came back and he smiled. He opened his mouth to speak but I continued. “So shower quick and get dressed.” And with that, I walked out of the bathroom.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join me, gorgeous?” Colby’s voice was persuasive and if I didn’t have a plan for tonight I definitely would’ve turned around, but I couldn’t.

“I’m already all dressed and ready to leave, babe. Can’t shower now.” My tone teased him and I didn’t even need to turn around to know what expression was on his face.

I didn't know this then but as Colby showered his mind ran wild with the image of me in that dress. God damn, she looks so good. I’m gonna marry that girl. I just don’t know why Dean and Roman told me to wait. I’ve been with her for years now and I know that I’m making the right choice. Fuck it, I’m buying a ring tomorrow.

I heard the water shut off only a few minutes after I heard it turn on. Colby walked back into our room with a towel hanging low on his hips. I was tempted to pull it down and forget this whole night.

While Colby was in the shower, I began to second guess myself. What if he doesn’t like that I proposed? What if I embarrass him? What if he says no? But I couldn’t think like that. I loved him and he loved me, this would be great. But looking at him made all the worry in my head go away and I remembered the day I knew I wanted to marry him.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

August 23, 2015

Summerslam. Colby had a title-for-title match against John Cena. He had been so nervous about it, John Cena was a role model for everyone and having a big match like this against him made Colby nervous. I loved Seth’s attitude about this match though. Seth was an cocky jerk. Colby was considerate and cute. Watching Colby be Seth on TV for millions of people made me smile. Seth wasn’t nervous about the match. His confidence in the ring turned me on insanely and I loved watching him wrestle. Well, not always, I didn’t like seeing him get hurt.

I didn’t tell him that I had gotten tickets for SummerSlam. He thought I’d be watching from home.

He didn’t see me during his match, I wasn’t sitting super close to the front. I wanted it to be a surprise for after his match. I talked to Hunter and Stephanie earlier and, considering Colby was their golden boy, they allowed me to go to the ring after the match.

I watched the whole match on the edge of my seat and I think I might've been the only person in the arena with a smile on my face when John Stewart came out with that chair and hit John Cena. He threw the chair down and ran out of the ring before the official got back up. He set Colby up to win the match and I screamed when he did. I shot out of my seat and ran down the aisle and got to the barricade.

Colby saw me running up to the barricade and held up the titles for me and everyone else to see. I jumped over the barricade and climbed into the ring. Normally, something like this would ruin his asshole façade, but I couldn’t have cared less.

I wrapped my arms around him tightly, not caring about the sweat, and pressed my lips to his cheek. I refrained from speaking, I doubted he’d hear me. I felt his arms wrap around me accompanied by the cold metal from the belts against my back and thighs.

Most of the crowd wasn’t happy, but I didn’t care. Sure, someone helped him win the match but Colby worked so hard to get to where he was. Everyone argued that he got everything handed to him, but he had to work extremely hard to get to the “golden boy” position. That’s what I was proud about. His hard work paid off.

That night in the hotel room, I had the best sex of my life. But that’s not the point. Watching him in the ring and seeing the glow in his eyes made me feel a certain way that I hadn’t before. I had been proud of him before but something about this was different. I fed off of his success and I felt like I won too. It’s kind of hard to explain but it was amazing.

After that, I knew I needed to make him mine. I didn’t care how. I just needed to spend the rest of my life with him. I realized how deeply I loved him.

“Get dressed.” I said with raised eyebrows and a playful roll of my eyes.

The light summer breeze blew my sundress and hair but I didn’t mind. It was so warm out. I loved summer evenings, the sun was still out but it was cooler. Perfect.

We talked about nothing important the whole walk to the park. I loved talking to Colby like that though. He always made me laugh when we talked about nonsense. He’s such a goofball.

“Woah. Look at that. Who would set that up and leave it empty?” Colby pointed out the picnic I had set up.

“I did it stupid.” I said taking his hand and leading him to the blanket. Colby’s shocked smile made me smile as well. He was so taken aback at the fact that people would leave a picnic basket alone. I rolled my eyes at him but kept the smile on my face.

As we ate, the conversation was light and hilarious. We debated about the dumbest things and laughed about stupid stories. I love him. I couldn’t wait to ask him to be mine forever.

After we ate I asked if he wanted to go for a walk around the lake in the middle of the park. He agreed and held my hand as we walked slowly.

Once we reached the opposite side of the lake, I walked with him to our favorite spot. It was a small clearing past the trees that lead to a small lakefront spot.

The sun was setting and an explosion of pinks and reds and oranges streaked across the sky. It was simply lovely and I squeezed his hand before turning to face him.

My heart was racing to fast. It was thumping so aggressively against my chest I was surprised he couldn’t hear it. I let go of his hand and reached into my pocket. My fingers brushed across the black satin and I stared up at him. His brown eyes bore into mine. He didn’t even know what I was gonna do, he was just staring at me.

I took the box out of my pocket and knelt down on the grass. Colby’s eyes widened with disbelief, but there was a shimmer of happiness in his eyes. Seeing that shine calmed my nerves.

“Colby, I know the you were kinda supposed to do this but I can’t wait. I love you more than anything in this world and I can’t imagine ever being without you. It makes my heart ache when I think spending the rest of my life with anyone else. I want to experience life with you and grow old together. I love you. So, will you marry me?”

Colby stared at me through his big brown eyes. As scared as I was to hear his response, the familiar gleam in his eyes reassured me. His lips stayed closed and his mouth turned into a grin before his smile got so wide that he had to show his teeth. “Lais,” he bent slightly in his knees and placed his hands gently on my biceps, gently pulling me onto my feet. “Ya, know I was gonna do this. I was gonna propose to you first. You made the first move, you said I love you, and now this? C’mon you gotta give me something.” His playful tone made me smile.

He kissed me quickly before I could speak. I felt his hands slowly caress down my arms, to my hands, then he let go of my hands and grabbed my hips. He pulled me closer to him and I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck.

After a short while, he broke the kiss but remained close. He bumped his forehead lightly against mine and I smiled. “Of course I'll marry you. You’re everything to me and I couldn't imagine this world without you in it. I need you in my life.”

I smiled at his words and I remembered when I first heard him say that.

November 5, 2015

Colby had a House show in Dublin that night. I was sitting at home, waiting for a text from him saying his match was over. But it never came. Instead, I got texts and calls from Joe and Jon.

“Lais, It’s Colby. He hurt himself during the match.” Joe’s voice wasn’t as firm as it usually was. I heard ambulance sirens in the background.

I straightened up on the couch. “Joe? What happened to him? Is he okay?”

“It’s his knee. He had a match against Kane. He tried to do a sunset flip off the turnbuckle, for a powerbomb. But his knee. It buckled underneath him.”

My mind went blank after that. That entire night was a blur. The scariest part was that he was across the world and I had no real idea of what was happening.

I remember everything about the day he came home though. He looked heartbroken. My poor boy’s face was downcast and his leg was wrapped in a thick cast. He ended up tearing multiple ligaments in his knee. Surgery. Rehab. No wrestling for months.

He was difficult to deal with at times. But I didn't mind all that much. I loved him and he was devastated. I just wanted to make him feel better.

On one particularly sad night, he snapped. Not at me, at the rehab. He was so mad and there was nothing he could do about it. Colby came home fuming. He didn’t yell at me, he didn’t do anything at all. I kept my distance that night, not wanting to bother him.

Apparently, he took it as me having enough. Me not wanting to deal with him anymore. So that night, I was woken up by him curling my hair gently around his fingers.

“Lais, are you awake?” His voice was soft and shaky. I turned to face him.

I leaned up on my elbows. “Yeah. Are you okay?” My voice was laced with concern.

“I’m sorry.” He coaxed me to lay back down. “For everything. I’ve been such a jerk. I just… don’t… don’t go. I need you in my life.”

I didn't say anything right away. I simply leaned towards him and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Colby, I love you. I’d never leave you.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say to him. So I kept my mouth shut but I laid my head on his chest and continually pressed kisses against his hot skin until I heard his breathing steady completely and I knew he had fallen asleep. His words stayed with me though. I need you in my life.

I’d never leave him. I loved him. That’s why I proposed to him, I wanted to be with him forever. Every day with him made me fall in love with him more and more.I looked down at Colby’s hands and grabbed onto his left one. His wide smile mirrored mine as I slipped the black ring on his finger.

Colby looked down at the ring on his finger. “Did you really just propose to me?” Colby asked, his tone playful.

My smile widened and I took his hand. “Yes I did.”

December 2019

“By the power vested in me, by the state of Iowa, I pronounce you man and wife. Colby, you may kiss your bride.” Cheers erupted from the crowd as we kissed.

Mrs. Lais Lopez. I could get used to that.

I couldn’t keep the smile off my face during the whole reception. Colby was mine and I was his, forever.

A/N: Okay, so I really wanted to focus on the build up to the proposal and all the flashbacks. (Y’all know how much I love my flashbacks). I realise I didn’t get that in depth about the wedding or anything after that but if that’s something you guys want to know about let me know and I’d love to write about it! (Maybe starting a family I don’t know ;) I love hearing what you guys have to say!

Thanks for reading, love you all

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[ohalemalia]

Daily Dose - Part 5 (S.M. Imagine)

Pairing: Scott McCall x Reader

Warnings: none (:

A\N: soooooo, new chapters of DD will officially be going up on Mondays now. Also I PROOF READ THIS ONE. WHAAAAAT. WHO IS SHE?

Word Count: 2268

Summary: Scott takes Y/N on the ride of her life. A waitress ships Scott and Y/N so hard that Y/N starts to question the nature of their relationship.

Remember all that big talk about YOLO that I had just a few minutes ago? Yeah, it definitely didn’t prepare me for getting on the back of Scott McCall’s motorcycle and riding off into the night. I’m not really one for thrill seeking, I mean the thrill of not knowing when your entire immune system will suddenly collapse on you was enough adrenaline for me, thank you very much. Did I want Scott to know that I was afraid? Absolutely not. He would only turn us around and make us sit on the couch and watch a movie or something and I was tired of just sitting. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life on my ass.

My nails dug into the palms of my hands as I crept towards Scott’s motorbike. The blood was pounding in my ears and my head was spinning at the thought of speeding down the street on the back of this vehicle that had no doors, half the number of wheels of a regular vehicle and didn’t even have an FM radio.

Scott looked back at me, a small smile on his face as he outstretched the helmet to me, “You still wanna do this?”

“Y-yeah,” I tried to look confident as I folded my arms across my chest, “Of course I do.”

But Scott wasn’t buying it, but rather than call my bluff, he just chuckled at me, “Y/N, if you’re afraid it’s okay. It’s part of being human. You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to.”

“No,” I was not about to let him talk me into giving into my fear, “No, I want to. I’m going to.”

I took the helmet from him, finding it to be a lot heavier than I anticipated. I stared down at my reflection in the visor of the helmet, wondering if I was really about to get on the back of this boy’s bike.

“It goes on your head,” Scott joked.

I rolled my eyes, “I have lupus, Scott. Not dementia.”

I pulled the the helmet over my head and blinked a couple times to get my eyes adjusted to the darkness inside of it. My head felt like it was inside a bubble, the sounds of the outside world were muffled.

Scott threw one of his legs over the bike and straddled the seat. He started to put his helmet on but then he caught me staring at him, probably looking like some rejected member of Daft Punk with this huge helmet and my arms straight at my sides.

“You can get on,Y/N,” Scott tossed his helmet from hand to hand and never stopped smiling at me, “Just hold on to my shoulders and hop on.”

“Right,” I took a couple tentative steps toward the bike. As Scott put his helmet on, I put my hands on his shoulders and stepped on the right peg. I hoisted myself up, threw my left leg over the bike and sat down on the seat. Great. I had made it on the bike in one piece now let’s try to make it off the same way.

“Okay, so,” Scott strapped his riding gloves on, “I guess I should lay some ground rules down.”

“Like no kicking your seat?” I leaned over to get a better look at him, “Or no food on the bike?”

Scott chuckled, “Like, hold on tight to me unless you want to get smeared on the pavement.”

“Oh wow,” I blinked. I really needed that imagery. “I bet you get all the girls with that one.”

“You’re actually the first and only person who has rode on the back of my bike.”

My eyes widened, “I--wait, what? You’ve never done this before?”

“Nope,” Scott said, fiddling with some of the gears on his bike.

“Scott!”

“It’ll be fine, Y/N. I promise,” He turned around to look at me and lifted the visor covering his eyes, “Do you trust me?”

I frowned, which he couldn’t see, but nodded.

“Great, so keep your feet on the seats and your butt on the seat. It’s also better if you’re as still as possible, so that the bike is balanced. If you want to look around, look with the turn so, if I’m turning left, look left, if I’m turning right--”

“Look, right?”

Scott smiled and I hope it was because he appreciated my pun and not because I was being a good pupil, “Right. Basically, do what I’m doing. If you need me to stop at all, for any reason at all, you can tap my thigh three times and I’ll stop as soon as I can, okay?”

I nodded, “Got it.”

I looked around, seeing where I could put my arms for the time being. It felt kind of awkward and unsafe to have them down at my sides, “Where do I, uh, where should I hold on to?”

“Telling you to hold on to me wasn’t just a pick up line,” Scott flipped his visor down and started the bike.

The roar and rumble of the bike underneath me was enough to make me grip onto Scott’s waist like my life depended on it (I mean, when you really thought about it, I guess it did).

Scott said something to me, but I couldn’t quite hear over all the noise of the monster underneath me. Before I could ask him what he said, we lurched forward on the bike and I was officially riding a motorcycle.

The wind whipped violently at my clothes and I’m pretty sure I would’ve felt it on my face and through my hair if it wasn’t for the helmet on my head. As we exited the residential road and got onto the main street, the traffic lights and the lights of the city blurred together in a mosaic of brilliance. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once and I hadn’t felt anything like it. The adrenaline bubbled in my chest and lodged itself into my throat. It was threatening to pour itself out.

And the thing about the body is, my body especially, you can’t control it sometimes.

My mouth opened and I let out a shriek. I wasn’t sure if it was fear or happiness, but I didn’t care. I stepped out of it’s way and let it out. I was shrieking and screaming until I was laughing. I felt like throwing my arms up in the air, but no matter how much fun I was having, I didn’t want it to end in me smeared across the pavement, so I kept my arms around Scott.

No matter how much I was screaming and how much I was afraid, I didn’t feel unsafe. I trusted Scott and I felt completely and utterly safe with him. I finally felt like, for the first time in a long time, that I was living, truly living.

And it was all thanks to Scott McCall.

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“Where are we?”

I watched Scott get off his bike and put the kickstand out. He shoved his hands in his pockets walked over to me, “We’re at Darla’s Diner.”

“Yeah, I can read the bright neon sign,” I chuckled, “But why?”

Scott dug around in his pocket and pulled out a folded square of paper. I could recognized it even before he opened it by the purple glitter pen that was bleeding through it. He unfolded the square and read off it it, “Y/N’s List of Places to be Other Than Here. Number fourteen, a diner.”

I laughed, “You still have that?”

“Yeah,” Scott folded the list backup and stuck it in his pocket, “I can’t take you to Italy or Paris or Greece, but I can still get you some good food.”

I followed him to the front door of the diner, “Can you maybe give me my list yet?”

“Mmmm,” Scott opened the front door, the bell above the door ringing to announce our arrival, “Not yet.”

I raised an eyebrow, “Not yet?”

“Not until we finish everything on the list,” Scott gestured for me to head inside.

“That’s literally impossible,” As I stepped inside, the smell of buttermilk pancakes and coffee enveloped me, “Like you said, you can’t take me to Italy.”

Scott followed me inside and smiled, “Not yet, at least.”

I rolled my eyes, “Scott, there’s no way you, a high school junior is going to take me all the way to Italy.”

“Never say never, Y/N,” Scott greeted the hostess with a smile, “Two please.”

The hostess grabbed two menus and beckoned for us to follow her, “It’s a little late for you two to be out, don’t you think?”

“It’s never too late for a good waffle,” I smiled at her. 

She smiled back as she brought us to a booth and sat us down, “Ah, I remember being your age and sneaking out with my sweetheart.”

“Oh,” As she set the menu down in front of me I laughed uncomfortably, “We aren’t--I mean we’re just--”

“Oh you don’t have to explain anything to me or put a label on it,” The hostess pulled a notepad out of her apron, “Just let it be and enjoy it. My name’s Darla, can I start y’all off with something to drink?”

“Water’s good,” Scott and I said at the same time. I looked up from my menu to see him sitting across the table grinning at me.

Darla laughed, “You two are adorable. I’ll be right back.”

As Darla walked away, I fought the urge to slam my head onto the wooden table, “That’s so embarrassing.”

Scott looked puzzled, “What is?”

“The fact that she assumed just because we’re two people, a guy and a girl, that we’re together.”

Scott shrugged, “I don’t see what would be so bad about that.”

“It’s not that it’s bad,” I laughed to hide my discomfort, “It’s just, I mean, you wouldn’t want to be with me.”

Scott’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he tilted his head at me, “I’m with you now.”

“You know what I mean,” My face was starting to grow hot because yeah, I had thought about this stuff but I never really had to explain it out loud to anyone, “And I meant ‘you’ like a general you. Like anyone with common sense would know not to get involved with the chronically sick girl. Hospital dates don’t exactly sound romantic.”

“Y/N,” The way Scott said my name so softly made me look up at him. He was leaning across the table, his eyes all soft and concerned, his hand stretched out but face down on the table as if he was reaching for my hand. My heart fluttered around in my chest and I didn’t know why.

“You’re not just “The Sick Girl”. And you’re more than capable of having a normal life. You rode a motorcycle for the first time. That’s badass!”

I chuckled a little but it was mostly from the unexpectedness of Scott saying that I, Y/N L/N, did something “badass”.

“And you’re here, at a normal diner, having a normal dinner, being totally normal. But you know what? You’re better than normal. Normal people wouldn’t be able to go through what you go through. You’re a fighter, Y/N. You’re strong and brave and smart and you’ve read more books than anyone I know.”

I chuckled a bit at that remark. Scott grinned at me, his dimples prominent, “And anyone would be lucky to be here with you.”

I gave him a tight lipped smile, my face was burning from all the compliments he laid on me. I wasn’t quite sure if I believe it, but I could tell from sincerity in his eyes that Scott believed it with every inch of his being.

“Thank you,” I managed to whisper.

“Alright, I’ve gotcha two water,” Darla to our table and set our glasses of ice water on the water along with some straws, “And a little treat.”

She set down a milkshake in a glass that was probably tall enough for me to stick my entire arm in. It was topped with a mountain of whipped cream and two cherries on top.

I was breathless, “Holy--”

“Um,” Scott looked up at Darla, “We didn’t order this.”

Darla waved a hand dismissively and winked, “It’s on the house.”

“It’s the size of a house,” I muttered.

Darla laughed out loud, “It’s our 2-is-Better-Than-1 shake. So we’ve double the recipe, doubled the glass for double the drinkers. And it comes with these funky keepsake straws.”

Darla put down two crazy straws for us, one pink, one green, “If y’all can finish this together, then ya relationship is about as strong as ya stomachs. Y’all bout ready to order?”

Scott looked over at me face which was still gawking at quite possibly the largest drink I had ever seen in my life, “I think we need a bit more time.”

“We’re gonna need a lot of time,” I countered.

“Make that a lot of time,” Scott relayed to Darla.

“Take all the time ya need,” Darla grinned, “Let me know if you need anything else.”

And so Darla left me alone with Scott and the King Kong of dairy beverages.

“Well,” Scott picked up his straw and sank it into the hill of whipped cream, “Whether we’re together or not, I hope you’re not going to make me finish this alone.”

And so I picked up my straw because whether we we’re together or not, I did not mind sharing a gigantic milkshake with Scott McCall.

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Toms crotch rocket

Toms crotch rocket 

Summary: Tom Holland gets a new hobby interest with a motorbike. He’s all about safety and learns best hands on. Especially when Brooklyn, his new instructor takes him for a test drive! 

Warnings: drinking--smut---unprotected sex--angst

Word count: a breezy 7833

I zipped up my black leather jacket and let my blonde ponytail show out the back of my helmet. I started my Kawasaki Ninja H2R with a flicker of movement. The rumble between my kitty was a low purr, just how I liked it until I was ready to allow it more power. I took in a deep breath and rubbed my glossy lips together. As a curvy goddess, I knew there was no competition out there in the crowd tonight...except for the curly brown haired hottie and his blue eyed friend. The blonde one winked at me as he nodded to his buddy who was facing the winner of our race. The curly one smiled for days and that spark in his eye told me he was the dangerous one. They had just enough heat between them to almost distract me.

 “Shit, almost!” I said cocky out loud as I popped my ass out and gripped the break as I twisted the throttle to rev up my engine and gave my tires some spin, leaving pink smoke behind. He pulled slightly ahead of me shaking his head. Probably in disbelief as he was told I gave him a 2 second head start. It was all for the same reasons that he didn't burnout to shake the dirt off and get his tires warmed up. He was a baby in this game that I was born into. I shook my head right back. “Fucking newborn's on a land missle” I said making the engine roar and rumble under my kitty as I showed off adjusting my sex until my bike scratched that itch. Yeah, I loved to fucking ride and win. It made me smile on both lips. I focused my eyes on the Christmas tree and twisted the throttle hard demanding more power. He followed my actions giving me the sound I ached to hear. The high pitch of a freshly purchased bike with all the bells and whistles, known as training wheels,that us real riders loved to laugh at. Shit this sexy guy might have just bought himself another 2 second head start. Then I'd show him what real power looked like. I steadied my body and kept focused as I counted the seconds from the squeal of his tires. He already blew the jump-start and lost before it started but this was all  for fun. I felt the rush surge through me as I passed him with lighting fast speed.

  I pulled my bike around and lined up to kick his friends ass now. But this man had more confidence. I could tell he was a newbie by the way he forced his helmet on and patted the top. His poor curls being smashed in the process. He had a ton of people around him and it wasn't until he closed his helmet revealing the black spider did it click. This sexy man is Tom Holland aka..Spiderman. Wow he is really new at this racing thing. I was in the shop the day he stopped to buy this new bike of his. He placed a custom order for a  Spiderman helmet like the one he had on. He had fallen in love with these motorcycles the day he did press at one of my uncles races last month. I felt my nipples push at the tight restraints they were in. Yep my kitty was revved up now. Tom's cherry was mine for the taking. I mock blew a kiss his way, hidden under my tinted helmet, I bit my lip truly wishing him the best. He was like a kid on Christmas when he bought my competition street bike The Ducati V4. My family looked out for him making sure he would learn about his bike and how to ride so he wouldn’t kill himself, per his mums orders Nikki. They were a tight loving family, I enjoyed talking with his brother Harry and kept my distance from the Spiderman. He was contagious with his boyish ways and sweet hearted charm, he lived in the moments of life. I once lived that way, now I knew better. It was also why he was riding the user friendly smaller Ninja tonight. Little did he know I would be schooling him come tomorrow. Tonight was all about my self satisfaction.  “Hello Kitty meet Spiderman!” I breathed out as we lined up. I took a moment to marvel at his arms and the veins that pulsed as he burned his tires. I smiled knowing my uncle had told him to do that. I set my eyes on the Christmas tree, ready for my victory.  We launched off at the same time. Tom put up a good fight that first 60 feet until he dropped the clutch too early allowing me to cross that finish line a full 3 seconds ahead of him.

 I smirked at the blonde one as I pulled my helmet off and let my hair loose. It cascaded down my back as I walked over to the bright lights of the wild crowd. I was smitten with myself as Tom joined my side accepting 2nd place and handing me his envelope. I mouthed thank you as his hand eclipsed mine. He grabbed a pen from a girl asking for his autograph and scribbled down his number. I smiled big only on the inside and accepted the envelope. I took out my cash and brushed my hand against his, giving back his number. I mouthed no thank you and winked. He raised his sexy eyebrow at me and I could feel his hot gaze following my ass as I swayed my hips to the private club for members only. I flipped him off without turning around earning his adorable laugh. I was thankful for the cool air that coated my damp skin as I removed the hot coat from my flesh. Thankfully my full breasts didn't slip out of the sexy sports bra that held them high in place. I peeled the race gear from my body and did a quick freshen up. PLAY TIME!

“Hi doll! The usual?" James asks from behind the bar as I made my way back from the bathroom. “You know me James, just like popping cherries and dreams, the usual” I laughed as he fixes me a tall glass of Sangria on the rocks. I could feel Toms stare from across the room as I pulled out my phone from my tight low rise jean shorts. I pretended to not notice him, luring him like a moth to a flame. I’m obsessed with the chase after a win, but I always went home alone. Tonight I was set on taking him with me. He sat on my right forcing my back to his sexy friend. Tom was staking his claim. That was a hella insta turn on for me. He held my eyes as he politely asked for another beer.

“Hello darling, my names Tom" he smiled with a thicker English accent than I had remembered him having. I held out my hand and he kissed it..predictable.

“Hello Tom, I'm Brooklyn, friends call me Brooke" I smiled waving at James for a refill. I was set on making my night unforgettable as well as Toms. “You owe me 45 dollars by the way" I teased.

He looked at me curious and I leaned closer so only he could hear me. “Popping your cherry out there made me soak my panties, now there in the garbage, it was part of a set, limited edition.”

He licked his lips and leaned in closer. So close I could feel his breath on my neck. It made me shiver to my core. This was it...the moment of truth. Would I get my prize?

“I'm commando myself Brooke, so now we're on level playing fields” He traced a rough hand gently down my arm and latched onto my belt loop facing me fully towards him. My nipples pebbled under his gaze as he chewed his lip. “Now we're even" he said husky meeting my eyes.

I swallowed hard noticing his rather large bulge sticking from his jeans. He cleared his throat as his blue eye friend approached us with shots “You wanna head out with us Tom, we apparently have bikes on training wheels, they want to show us a big boy bike” his friend laughed breaking my gaze away from Tom. Whoa, he was breathtaking “Hi I'm Brooklyn” I smiled taking the shot “Thank you..umm?” I paused as Tom took his shot and handed the glass back to his buddy

“He’s my mate Harrison, and he was just leaving” Tom said quickly as he placed a blazing hand on my bare thigh making me clench my sex from the bolt of lust that shot through to my core.  

“Yep that I am" Harrison smiled handing Tom his phone and turned to follow the crowd of their friends. I felt his finger rub circles on my inner thigh and I had to suppress my moan. Wow, it's been awhile for me. Two fucking years, not even so much as a kiss. I wanted it all with him.

 “Let's dance, I wanna see how you move...Tom is it?” I teased standing up pressing my soft body against his rock hard one. He was only an inch taller and it made his cock rub up against my sex as he cupped my ass and slammed his beer. We grinded and felt everywhere we could without putting on too much of a show. If I had one more Sangria in me I'd probably of taken more risks. We took a break from fucking on the dance floor as I hold up two fingers for two shots of tequila. Tom does the same and James sets down four shots.

“Do you do this often?” I teased  as he started to show his shyness. I wasn’t letting it happen.

“Do what Brooklyn?” he asks tilting my face and rubbing my lips. He looked fascinated by my boldness. Or my newness. He was probably high from this atmosphere, it happens.  

“Suck at racing so you can pick up chicks?” I smiled nipping at his finger.

He let out a laugh and then pulled me into him. My body temperature rises as the tequila drifts into my blood. I licked my lower lip and then rip my eyes from his hard body. I noticed his hands first, rough and callused although he’s a Hollywood hot shot, it’s clear they’re from years of Tom's hard work, something most of the stars know little about.

“I believe you picked me up love" he said coming dangerously close to kissing me.

“Do you do this often?” he asked in all fairness, his lips so close. So kissable.

“I don’t honestly… often or… ever” I lean in and press my lips to his, stopping my need to explain my desire for him. He didn’t need to know about me and how I closed out human contact when my I lost my fiance. Tom was hot, I was hot. Tom ignited my flame  and by the responses he's shown so far, I had him in my ring of fire. Tom moves his hand to my cheek and then behind my head as I deepen the kiss. His hot mouth opens and my tongue massages his in fast, strong strokes, just like his cock would be treated. He groaned into my open mouth, as I twisted his hair in my hands. He broke away from the kiss and started to ask for the bill. I pulled his hand down to my lips and kissed it before leading us out the back door.

 We were both comfortably quite as we walked back hand and hand to my RV parked at the back of the rows. This event in particular drew people in probably just to get a glimpse of their hero Spiderman. I could care less. Yeah, he was the famous Tom Holland. But to me he was the first man I ever wanted to get lost with since..well, two years ago. I stopped abruptly almost missing the light on in my trailer that kept my bike safe. I pulled him inside and walked around her to check my baby out. Tom tried not to smile as he watched me caress my bike. I reached in my cooler and pulled out another beer for him. I didn't want him to think I was second guessing him so I patted my seat and asked him to sit. He moved quick happy to take my orders, yum!

“A quick lesson in riding for speed Tom" I whispered with seduction as I straddled the front of my bike and slid underneath him. His jaw twitched as he took a swig of beer and eyed my full breasts that ached for him. “Your body has to hug the bike, you have to hold tight to every curve and make it bend to your demands, no matter if your slow and steady" I said biting my lip and pulling his hair “Or fast and reckless, make your crotch rocket your bitch”

With those words I watched any trace of shy Tom leave his body. He pulled me onto his lap and I took the beer letting it roll away from my bike as he took off his shirt. He gripped my thighs rocking his own back and forth and he unhooked my bra. His hot mouth sucked my breast while the other was pinched and rubbed to its hardest form. When he was satisfied he swapped it out. I undid the top two buttons of his fly and seen his naked pounding head beaded with cum.

“Shit you are commando” I gasped as he ran his fingers under my shorts and traced my wet kitty. I tossed my head back wanting to throw all thoughts of foreplay out the window and just sink down on his cock right here.  I let out a slow breath as he looked me over for more than a minute. Too many minutes. I seen his true gentleman self coming through. Shit..no pausing!  

“Your really beautiful Brooke" he said meeting my eyes. I looked away not wanting to take this deeper than it already was. This was sex, a one night fuck. He was capable of both, but I had to make sure primal Tom stayed on board or I’d be fucking myself tonight.  

 “Tom tell me you have a condom” I breathed laying back against my cold bike and moved his hands to my greedy breast. He rubbed one at time as he undid my button and zipped them down just enough to see my naked kitty. I arched my back as he ran his fingers over my folds soaking them in my silk before he plunged one finger in quickly making the choice to finger fuck me with two. I moaned loud trying to cover my mouth because if anyone was looking for him they would find a show. Tom pushed my hands away and pulled me towards him making me sit up and ride the palm of his hand. My eyes glazed over as I begged Tom in whimpers to not stop

“Say my name when you cum beautiful Brooke, tell me I make you feel good" he begged kissing my neck working his fingers in sync with my hips.

“Oh Tom don't stop, please dont stop Tom! I'm going to cum right now..” I cried out so loud

“Humm, your so wet Brooke baby, I cant wait to taste your pussy" he said making frantic circles on my clit. I grabbed his hair in one hand and scratched down his back as he sucked my nipples hard has he felt me tighten around his fingers.

“Fuck Tom wait wait" I cried out wanting this wave of pleasure to not end. I wanted him inside me more than anything! I grabbed his wrist holding it still. He fought me, still rolling his rough thumb in circles over my bundled up nerves, I was struggling to hold on “Condom, yes?” I managed to breathe out meeting his dark lustful eyes. He shook his head yes fast as he kissed me rough laying me back down on my bike.

“I only have one, so let me take care of you in lots of other ways your body deserves” he said working my pussy faster. I screamed his name as my eyes rolled into my head and I exploded. The sounds of my juices soaking his hands only added fuel to my fire for him. My body must have shown how much it needed that release because he kept his fingers inside me, working slow as I came down. I peeked up at him as he brought his wet fingers to his lips and moaned as he licked them clean.

I sat up and kissed him deep still in need of all of him as I undid more of his pants. His dick sprang free and I moaned with greed as I gripped his large cock in both hands. I pushed on him until he leaned back on his arms. I worked my hand fast under his shaft as my other hand gripped his large crown and I worked my thumb in circular motions slowing him down. I took control, it was kinda my thing, especially on my bike. He didn’t seem to mind as he looked at me with confidence biting his lip. I watched as his breathing became labored and he started to look at me with more of a need. I know what he wanted, what he needed. He wanted me to grip him tighter or put my lips around his swollen cock. I smiled at him as he struggled to ask for what he needed, perhaps Tom didn’t know. Until he asked I wasn’t stopping my movements. In this position I could keep him hard and in need for hours. He closed his eyes and moaned my name the sexiest it’s ever been said. I was so impressed I let him pump himself in my hands a few times as I gripped him tight. Then I applied the same controlling rhythm. His eyes opened to me and he finally figured it out.  

“Brooke, please…” he gasped licking his dry lips as he simultaneously throbbed in my hands “Oh fuck, I need to cum, please let me Brooke” he whimpered. I lowered my mouth down and took him all the way back until he hit my throat. I pulled him out slowly and looked in his eyes. Sweet Tom was gone, I winked at him letting him know I liked the naughty Tom. He fisted my blonde hair and held his cock up to my lips. I took him in deep and moaned as his precum set me into a frenzy. I bobbed my head up and down as he worked his hips in circles. He fucked my mouth and let out high pitched moans as he got closer. He started to sit up stopping me from finishing him off in my mouth. I held my hand against his bare sweaty chest.

“Brooke, your sure love?” he asked sounding disoriented. I answered by increasing my speed and making room for his tasty hotness in my mouth. “Oh fuck, fuck yes Brooke, I’m cumming!”

He held my head still as he pumped his load down my throat and shivered as he slid out.

 Tom looked honestly disheveled as I moved off the bike and grabbed us another beer. I picked up his shirt off the floor and he told me to put it on. His phone started to ring as he stood up on wobbly legs and tried to button his jeans. He answered the phone and followed me to my RV. I turned on the lights, leaving them on night mode so it would keep the mood where I wanted it.

“Whats up Haz?” he asked watching me with wide eyes taking off my wet shorts, leaving his shirt on. I sat on the counter and opened my legs ever so slightly. “I’m humm, I’m…” he looked around trying to focus so he didn’t tell on us. How adorable was this human?

I giggled as it was proving to be impossible as he repeated the same words. His eyebrows scrunched together as he came up with nothing. Harrison had obviously figured it out as I watched Toms face light up red. “Fuck off mate!” he said pinching the bridge of his nose. He turned around as I started to laugh hearing his friend laugh just as much. “Yeah yeah, whatever asshole, do you got any condoms? I’m in a serious situation” he tried to whisper but I could hear every word. The answer was no. And he confirmed he would be back late if at all. I raised my eyebrows at his braveness. He hung up and immediately went into nice guy mode, apologizing for having to tell his friend, for not having more condoms.Time to shut this shit down ASAP!

“Don’t take this wrong Tom, but I don’t do sleepovers, so unless you plan on fucking me all night you’ll need to let him know you’ll be returning” I said sliding off the counter putting my half of beer in the sink. He spun me in his arms and picked me up kissing me like I was his lifeline.

“I’ll take fucking you all night, where's the bedroom Brooklyn?” he said breathless. I pointed and off he carried me.

 His pants were falling off his hips as we reached the bed kissing with primal thirst. We hit the bed with such a force that if hadn’t left his t shirt on, Tom would have slid right in. I wouldn't of even cared! I never imagined it would be this intense! Not in the club, not on my bike. He bit my neck hard, marking it for sure and I arched my back beckoning him to go lower.

“I can’t wait to taste your pussy Brooklyn” Tom said rolling his shirt off my body. He looks at me closer and I’m amazed I let him. “Can I taste it now?” he asks and I whimper out a yes. I sit on my elbows and watch as his brown curls tickle my soft skin and his teeth graze my flesh. FUCK he’s moving too slow. I hang my blonde head back and pull my body up so his next kiss is at my belly button. He makes me snap my head back up to look at him as he nips at my thighs asking them to let him in. I bit my lip as he lifted his ass in the air and removed his jeans. Was there anywhere he wasn’t hard? That question was answered as he smiled huge. Tom was struggling to remove his boots and pants at the same time. His beautiful soul was soft, the best part! FUCK...I was letting him inside my head. I was flooded with relief as he finally fumbled free and proudly smiled at me as he crawled back over and kissed me slowly. Passionately. I broke the kiss as he surprised attacked my clit and ran his knuckle through my silky folds. With a quickness he slipped two fingers inside. My hips bucked wildly as he praised me “Your so sexy, so soft and perfect” taking me higher “Fuck your so wet for me Brooke baby” taking me higher

“Say my name beautiful Brooklyn, it sounds so fucking hot from your lips” he begged as my walls gripped his fingers. I pulled his hair as begging him to fuck me faster. He did just that.

I lost my mind as he watched me cum hard “Tom. Oh Tom. Oh Tom” was all I could scream out as I soaked the bed under me. I covered my eyes with my arm as he laid next to me and traced the outer skin of my breasts down to my wide hips and back up. He moved my arm and I opened my eyes finding his in the dark. He was a mess, a mix of lust, longing and sweetness.

He was working my brain and body. Time to switch it into gear before we lost control.

 I rolled on top of him and straddled his abs making the choice if I wanted to be fucked or sucked. His pretty mouth hung open as I reached behind me and gripped his cock feeling his precum and swirling it around his crown. I wanted to be fucked, better yet I wanted to fuck him.

I slid my body lower and gilded my dripping pussy over his ready cock. His eyes watched as my heated sex rubbed back and forth over his bare cock. Yeah, he was ready for me too.

“Tom, where's the condom” I moaned as he cupped my ass lifting me up a little. He paused as he realized he wasn’t wearing it yet. Instead of letting this moment go I went for option two.

I moved quickly to hover over his beautiful face. The diva in me was going to make him pay for forgetting it in his pants. He pulled my hips down and I covered his mouth with my hand stopping him until he understood. He nudged my aching clit with his nose and looked up at me.

“Can you swim Tom?” I smirked knowing he would do anything to make my body feel good.

“Yes Brooklyn, please let me show you” he mumbled kissing my thighs. I held tight to the head board so I could adjust my pussy to my liking on his face. Time to ride him like my Kawasaki.

I lowered myself onto his hot breath and he greeted me with a full slow lick of his wide flat tongue. I let out a gasp as he did it again and again. “Yes, just like that Tom, slow and steady”

He moaned in agreement and tiled his chin up as he gripped my ass making it spread just like my pussy. The thought of him in both places made my head spin. I rocked my hips as he sucked and fucked my sex with his mouth. I quickly wanted to switch gears with his talented tongue so I pushed my hips back and straddled his left arm and part of his neck as I fisted his hair hard pulling his face into my ready kitty. “Faster Tom, I want to watch me cum in your mouth”

I struggled to not close my eyes as he picked up the pace. I didn’t have to move or guide him. I watched his sharp jaw move as he worked his sexy mouth up and down, in and out, round and round. I rubbed my clit that was so revved up it had its own heartbeat. He pushed my hand away and pinched it between his thumb and first finger and rolled it around. “Oh fuck Tom!” I screamed so loud I’m sure the entire track could hear me and I didn’t care! I held my long blonde hair out of my way as I bent over just enough to watch myself cum in his mouth. He held me in place as my body started to shake and grow weak at his skills. I cried out his name, letting myself submit to this ecstasy. When I was done he rolled me onto my back and left the bed.

 He returned with a glass of water for both of us. I smiled and gulped it down as I marveled at his fine ass walking over to his disregarded pants. He flipped through his wallet and pulled out the foil packet. He licked his lips that still tasted like me as I opened my legs for him. He shook his head slightly with a grin that told me Tom couldn’t believe he was actually here with me. I smiled back thinking of how down to earth this guy was, he was the famous one here! I took a ice cube out and traced it over my hot swollen folds. My kitty was going to hurt for awhile and I was thankful for that. This night would still linger after he was gone..I was grateful for that too.

“Shit shit shit” he said said in a higher pitch I hadn’t heard all night “No way, no fucking way”

I sat up watching him pause with the half open foil packet. He looked at in disbelief, then to me.

“It’s dry” he whined, he actually fucking whined! I started to laugh at it all as I took it from him. The foil packet had clearly been in his wallet for sometime and it was useless. I made a reckless choice based on lust, need and hunger for him. I tossed it to the floor and pushed myself to the edge of the bed where he stood. His throbbing cock looked painfully swollen and he looked loaded and ready. This was pure nitrous to my veins. He played with my hair soft and kissed my head. His cock was inches from my face. But I didn’t want him there. I looked up at him as I grabbed it tight, taking what I wanted. His hands were tangled in my hair so he came down with me as I laid back without warning. I gripped the tip of his cock tight as I pressed his bare cock against my silky sex and worked my hips up and down its length. He looked between my legs and gripped my hair painfully hard as I waited for him to make a choice. He struggled looking up at me and back to where his cock was getting drenched by wet pussy. I still gripped his head tight so he wouldn’t just plow into me without making a choice like I did. He released my hair and grabbed my face making me look at him, he knew how I worked already.

 “Brooklyn, please let me fuck you..I don’t ever do this..but I fucking need to feel your pussy”

I released my grip on him and circled his fat crown around my entrance. The second he was fully covered in my juices he thrusted hard into me making my back arch at the sudden sharp pain his big cock just gave me. I thought I seen stars for a second. He looked at me eyes wide!

“FUCK, way to jump-start me” I screamed stopping his second thrust. He looked confused.  

“You have a big dick Tom, no need to prove its power, show me you can control it” I moaned pulling him into a kiss. Poor guy looked like he was truly sorry. Did this man ever get laid? Shit, I had zero room to talk! He kept kissing me as he pumped in and out, in and out. He broke the kiss as he felt my walls open wider for him, wetter for him. YES, what a fast learner he was! He lifted my leg over his arm and hit my pussy faster before going deep..earning my praise.

“Yes Tom, fuck me just like that, your big dick feels so good inside me Tommy” I cried out. He groaned at the Tommy name I let slip out turning him into beast mode as he now pulled both legs around his arms and thrusted deep. At this angle he hit my spot making me light up like the green light on that dragway! “Cum on my dick Brooke, I can feel your ready baby, give it to me”

I let out a high pitch moan as he fucked me hard and steady. His eyes were watching his dick pound me as he circled my clit, waiting, wanting to see his reward. I kept my eyes on him as I released the wave I was holding back. His mouth flew open as his cock glistened with my silk and ran down my ass. I could feel his dick leap in excitement and I knew it would be his undoing, it's why I held onto it.

“Don’t cum in me Tom” I half warned, half begged for it. His glazed over eyes told me it might be too late.

“Shit, fuck...Brooklyn, I’m sorry” he gasped pulling out his pulsating dick and jerked himself hard to finish. I felt him dripping down my ass as I watched him pump himself faster. I sat up quick and pulled him into my mouth. He happily took the offer and released himself down my throat.

 He collapsed on my bed and pulled me into him. I kissed his chest and scratched his hot skin with feathered touches. He moaned his appreciation as his heart rate slowed. Tom tilted my chin to look at him and it was written all over his face, he was nice guy Tom. I felt the tug at my heart. THAT IS A NO NO. I closed my eyes and forced my tired body on top of him for distraction. He reached for my face and I moved his hands to my breast instead. He was smart. He had to know by now. I wanted connection, just not...not yet? FUCK..not this kind of connection. I opened my eyes and shot daggers at his sweet smile. It faded quick and that made me confused. I gave up hope for a second run and moved my body off of him. He quickly restrained my hips and pushed them down as he raised his strong thighs up. His hard on pressed against my ass letting me know I could have him at least one more time. It was me who smiled sweet now. He squeezed my ass, silently letting me know he wanted to give me whatever I needed from him. He nugged his even harder cock again, as I giggled at my emotions swirling in my head. I ran my hand through my hair and pulled it over my face to hid and regroup. It might be another two years before I let someone in, take this sweet mans offer idiot! Tom pushed my hair away and gripped my neck making my diva come back alive. Thank fuck for his smart move.

I held his hand there as I raised my body just enough to let Tom offer his dick to me. I sank slowly loving the way he filled me up. I rolled my hips in slow circles as my walls adjusted to him. The second I was ready he thrusted upwards and squeezed my throat hard.

“Your so beautiful Brooklyn” he moaned. I shook my head asking him to say something else. He moved his hands to my ass slapping it hard. My eyes flew open “Your so tight Brooke baby, it fits my big dick perfectly” he hissed watching my response. I tossed my head back and rode Tom faster. Our hips in perfect sync. I was going to explode already, he knew it too.

“Tommy no no..not yet” I begged knowing this was it for me. I stopped his thrusts and took a few gasps of air as I slammed on the breaks of my orgasm. I moved my hand behind me and guided his hand to rub his finger through the wetness that soaked my ass. He took instantly to my need and his own. I steadied myself on his chest as he slowly made circles around and in my ass.

“Wow, I so want to fuck you here Brooke” he moaned pushing deeper, testing, loving that it made me wetter as I rubbed my soaked pussy on his head. He had me at his mercy, but didn’t know it. Maybe he needed a hint. I looked him in his waiting eyes and they tore at my walls he kept knocking over. I blocked him out one last time, giving him a choice on how it ended.

“Tommy, fuck me anywhere you want to fill me up the most” I screamed in pleasure as he thrusted his cock into my pussy and kept his finger in my ass. I dug my nails in his chest as I fucked him harder like my life depended on it. “Tommy you make me feel so good, so fucking good” I cried out as I soaked him and the bed. He fucked me faster making the silk splash from my pussy. I grew exhausted as I laid my body on his, unable to stay upright to let him finish.

“I’m sorry Tommy” I panted and just about went into shock at my words. He caught it and kissed me as he rolled me onto my back. He pumped slow and kept kissing me until I was over my moment of weakness.      �� 

“Tell me you meant it” he moaned as he sped up his rhythm. I didn’t understand until he pulled out stopping himself this time “Tell me I can fill you up Brooke baby, please say it again”

He got on his knees and pulled me into his arms as he pressed his weight into each.fucking.stroke. My eyes rolled into my head as I unexpectedly came again on his cock.

“Yes Tommy, cum inside me, please cum inside me Tom” I whimpered holding his face as he fucked me slow yet hard. He kissed my fingers as I traced his lips. I was wasted off of Tom fucking Holland. He held my eyes as his breathing picked up along with his powerful thrust.

“I’m going to cum inside you Brooklyn” he moaned “So deep inside of you Brooke baby, are you ready?” he asked before kissing me one more time. I held him close as he buried his face in my sweaty neck and pushed deeper into me before he went still inside. I bit his neck as he jumped inside me and moaned my name so blissfully he only pumped to emptied himself as he filled me up. I was on cloud nine with this man. He had turned me inside out. He stayed inside me as he kissed the side of my face. When he laid beside me I couldn’t look at him. He couldn’t see me like this, I was pure, raw and emotional. He reached for me and I had to get away. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I closed the door and rested against it, barely holding it together.  

“I trust you can see yourself out? I have to get some sleep” I choked out as he got off the bed and came to the door. I backed away like he could still touch me. I covered my quivering lip.

“Are you okay?” Tom asked worried. I didn’t answer..I fucking couldn’t. The tears fell quietly.

“I...um, I’ll see you around hopefully before I leave tomorrow.” I could hear him getting dressed.

“Brooklyn, I really hope your okay, I left my number by your phone, in case...in case you need to talk, I’m sorry..I don’t do these, this..kind of goodbye so good, I’m gonna go..okay? You really are a beautiful person Brooke, thank you for sharing this night with me”

I turned on the shower as soon as I heard the door shut. I cried out of my shattered feelings and scrubbed my skin until it was raw. He deserved better than anything I just gave him. It was sex.

“Just sex” I laughed at myself as I dried off . A basic human need, especially after two years. I plugged my phone to the charger and crumbled up his number and threw it across the room.

 I woke up to the annoying alarm of my emergency back up alarm going off as I slept passed the first few alarms. A quick one eyed look confirmed it was my uncle wondering where I was.

I hit answer and braced for his loud smoker voice. Years on the track made him hard hearing so he thought he also had to talk loud so everyone else could hear him. “NOS where are you? We got these kids here waiting on your grand entrance, move your ass!” he laughed and hung up knowing I was on my way. I rushed to get dressed and brushed my teeth even quicker. I spit it out and grabbed my lip gloss. I froze as I noticed a hickey on my neck, FUCK ME! I made a stupid mistake! It’ll never happen again! I keep telling myself this as I pull out the second love of my life, my Suzuki Hayabusa! This should have me right in no time! 2.6 seconds to be exact as I pushed her hard coming in the opposite side of where they all stood. My hair was tucked in tight under my helmet, to make sure it wouldn’t show. I primed my purple hickey and it was invisible. I didn’t plan on getting close enough to Tom for him to notice me anyways. I was supposed to be the demonstrator as my uncle and brother gave out the instructions. It was how this always worked, my uncle was stuck in the old days were men learned best from men. It was why he called me NOS as I started to show I had bigger balls on the bikes than his own son and my brother. I also had a trophy case bigger than anyone else. But that was the past. I left that behind two years ago too.

 Taking in the early morning sun, I did a few laps around our racing track as they went over the basics. I had to push Tom outta my head and this bike gave me the adrenaline rush I needed to do just that. I waited until I was waved at to come closer.  I felt the knot in my stomach as Tom straddled his new bike The Ducati V4. My brother Kyle rubbed on the newest edition to Tom's bike..the initials B.B.! By the time Tom left today, Kyle would have it on his bike

permanently for him. I felt the heat rush to my face, not the embarrassing kind, the pissed off kind! They both looked up as I brought the bike to a halt. I refused to look at Tom. Kyle slapped Tom on the back as he instructed him to follow me and do exactly as I did. I rolled my eyes under the protection of my tinted mask as Kyle helped his new buddy out with putting his helmet on without looking like a newbie. “Wow, nice hickey you got there Tom!” Harrison laughed leaning over to poke at it and almost dropped his bike earning a laugh from everyone, even me.   

Tom must have heard me because his head shot right up to my face. I inched my bike forward, removing him from my view. Kyle unknowingly added fuel to my hell laughing as he warned  

“Be careful bud, these crotch rocket riders can be just as crazy as the ones Spiderman gets”

I revved up my bike blocking out any response he might of had. I squeezed my eyes shut as tears pricked at the corners. My uncle rested his big hand on mine and I stopped acting out.

“You okay NOS?” he smiled at me warming my heart. I shook my head yes and he patted my shoulder “Just checking lazy bones, your never late little Brooke, I was worried kid” he winked as he lined up Tom to my right and Harrison next to him. I could feel Tom shoot me a look as heard my name. My uncle stood in front of us and introduced me as who I was to them.

“This is Nitrous, aka NOS, the best rider in the business, truthful fact, trophy case to prove it! Follow the way NOS moves on this track and you can leave here with the promises you boys made to your mothers, do well enough perhaps NOS will show you skills for the dragway!”

 The next hour flew by. Both guys were actually quick learners and that allowed me to stay silent and just provide an example of each lesson spoken verbally. As the sun started to hang high so did the temperature. By 11:00am we were done. I jetted off right away. Most of the time I stuck around and introduced myself or offered more lessons. I wasn’t the asshole bitch I was portraying to protect myself. As tired as I was from lack of sleep and emotional stress I stayed on my bike well past the time I knew Tom and his crew would be gone. I wanted to be extra sure. I scooped out both tracks before I returned back to my trailer. I got dressed in my tank top and boy shorts and laid on my bed for a quick nap before our Saturday night events required my attention. I was just nodding off when I heard a knock at my door. I groaned at the intrusion as they knocked again. I opened the door and balled my fist as his frame came up the steps and stood in my doorway. The summer heat poured in with the heated expressions he displayed.   

“You need to fucking leave Tom, if anyone sees you here you’ll get your ass beat, trust me”

He turned and closed the door coming close to me until he backed me up against the counter I was spread eagle for him not even 24 hours ago. My aching kitty winced at the memory.  

“If thats so true, then I’m sure you wouldn’t have lured me inside that club your family was in last night Brooklyn..or is it NOS?” he reached for me and I froze. Why was I so mad at him, at me? “Why did you come back here Tom? What more can I do for ya Spiderman? Kyles words are true, land missile groupies are a plenty and crazy. Go find one of them, I’m sure if you stick around tonight you’ll find a Spiderman crotch lover and you can fuck her!” I yelled as I started to shake. He stood there taking my words of abuse and I hated myself even more. He lifted my eyes to his and I shook my head as his were filled with tears too. “I’m sorry Tom, I’m a mess”

“Just let me hold you” he whispered “Nothing more, I don’t want anything else, I promise”

I let him put my arms around his neck as he lifted me in his. I closed my eyes as he carried me to my bed. He held me close and wrapped his limbs around me. We were asleep in moments.

Thank you for reading my extra long one shot! I don’t know if I want to end it here but for now, it will do.This has been my favorite story to write, tons of fun! 

If you like what you see let me know with a like and a reblog! Until next time, happy reading and hugz!       

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The New Recruit - Chapter 5

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On this chapter Kara is kidnapped, and Lena gets a glimpse of the darkness inside Alex.

A big thank you to my girl @lena-lipbite-luthor for being my beta.

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Blood rushed to Alex’s ears; the sound of her heart beating hard drowned out the hurried steps of agents scrambling to follow the orders J’onn was barking at them. Her vision blurred as she was drawn back into her mind as she tried to come up with a plan of her own.

“Alex,” the name sounded far and foreign to her; she needed to focus, there was no time to waste. “Alex!!” This time the name was said loudly, accompanied by strong hands clasping her shoulders and shaking her back to reality.

As Alex's eyes gained focus once more, she saw J’onn standing in front of her. “I forbid you to run after this lead on your own, do you hear me?” His furrowed brows and sad eyes reflected the concern heard in his voice. “You and Kara are like daughters to me, and I promise you, we will find her, and we'll bring her back."

She nodded because she had no other choice. But Alex was too much in a stupor to pay any heed to J'onn's words; her sister had been taken away from her, and the desperation taking hold of her mind, making her heart feel like it was in a vice grip was all the motivation Alex needed to take matters into her own hands.

Giving the excuse she needed to be alone, Alex slipped her way into the DEO armory to collect the weapons she would need to rescue her sister.

"You don't think J'onn would really let you out of his sights, do you?" Lena's low voice reached Alex's ears, giving her pause for a second before she resumed gathering the weapons.

"I order you to stand down, agent," Alex said without turning around to look at Lena; she was busy, and she had no time to waste.

Crossing her arms, Lena replied, "It's been months since our training came to an end, Alex. You're not our commanding officer anymore, you can't tell me what to do."

"This is not the time to test me, Lena!" Alex exclaimed, quickly turning around to face her friend.

And for the first time in Lena's life, she understood why people around the DEO were scared of Alex. The look in those brown eyes had nothing left of their usual warmth; they were harsh and cold, a transformation Lena had only seen happening so suddenly when Reign took over Sam's mind. She should be afraid, she should step aside, but just as Lena had fought to save Sam, just as she had fought to try and save her brother before it was too late, she was going to do the same for Alex.

She had to think fast; If I blow the whistle on her and something happens to Kara, Alex will never forgive me, Lena thought, but if I let her go alone and something happens to her, I won't forgive myself... Squaring her shoulders and tilting her chin up, Lena said firmly, "I won't warn J'onn, but I'm going with you."

"No you aren't," Alex shot back, turning around once more to continue packing the weapons.

"It's either that, or I'll sound the bells," Lena said, raising her eyebrow even though Alex couldn't see her.

"If you stand in my way," Alex said, closing the duffle bag she had stored the weapons in, and she got on Lena's face. "I will take you down."

Part of Lena wanted to shrink away, but Alex had trained her for situations just as this one. "You said one of the hardest things that could happen to us as DEO agents would be finding ourselves on opposite sides from our friends and family," she said, looking deeply into Alex's eye, "I'm telling you, I'm on your side, but if you force me to, I will fight you." Sighing, Lena added softly, "I want to rescue her too, Alex. Please... let me help."

Alex cursed under her breath; I did teach her well, I made sure she could fight as well as I can... Alex thought. I can't waste any time fighting her, and I can't risk doing anything that would catch J'onn's attention... "Fuck! Okay, whatever, you can come, but I'm warning you," Alex stepped impossibly closer to Lena, standing mere inches away from her, "when I find the people responsible for hurting my sister, I will pay them in kind."

Without flinching, Lena replied stoically, "That's what they deserve."

Lena's words surprised Alex, but her mind was too focused on her mission, she was too worried about Kara to stop and analyze why Lena would agree so promptly. "Good, let's go," she said leading Lena toward the helipad. As Lena followed behind, she made sure Alex wasn't looking before she discreetly pressed a button on her watch.

They flew for about an hour in complete silence, and it was only when they landed that Lena asked, "What's the plan?"

"Winn thinks they are holding Kara in a building twenty minutes north from where we are," Alex began to explain as they got out of the helicopter and geared up. "The building is abandoned, but Winn noticed huge amounts of electricity being used, so they are either holding Kara in there, or they are growing the largest pot farm I've ever heard of..."

Lena frowned even though she found Alex's words slightly amusing. "What makes you so sure they are using electricity to hold Kara?"

"The amount of it being used," Alex replied, motioning for Lena to follow her. "Livewire could stun and weaken Kara with her electric whips and lightning blasts." Grinding her teeth, Alex added, "With the right amount of electricity, Kara can be killed..."  

Sharing a look, Lena and Alex seemed to have an entire conversation without uttering a word out loud and seemingly coming to an unspoken agreement, they started walking faster.

The overcast night skies helped give them coverage to approach the building undetected, and doing a quick scan of the area, Alex and Lena managed to find a blind spot in the surveillance cameras, allowing them to slip inside the building through a broken window at the ground floor without sounding any alarms.  

"Did Winn say what floor they are holding Kara in?" Lena asked, huddling together with Alex as they took in their surroundings. Their eyes had to adjust to almost complete darkness, save for the dim light shimmering into the room through the broken window they had used to gain access to the building. Lena could barely make out the shapes hidden away in the darkness, but from the number of things stacked up in huge piles gathering dust, she could tell the room was a long forgotten storage facility.  

"No," Alex replied, reaching into her duffle bag and pulling out two helmets equipped with night-vision goggles. "We're gonna have to do a sweep, floor by floor. Here," she said, handing one of the helmets to Lena, "We're gonna need them."

"Alex!" Lena hissed lowly, "This is your plan??? This building has, what, five stories? What if we run into more bad guys than we can take???"

Alex narrowed her eyes at Lena and pointed at the only window in the room, "Feel free to leave now if you're scared."

"Being scared keeps you alive, Danvers!" Lena fired back, groaning in frustration.  

Alex pushed the helmet against Lena's stomach, saying, "Take it or don't, but I'm going."

Lena took the helmet, but quickly grabbed Alex's arm before she could go anywhere, "No, you aren't." But before Alex could protest, Lena continued, "You're not going in blind, just--" she sighed, "just give me a second, I have an idea."

Alex was going to protest; she was going to pull her arm free and storm out of the room, but when Lena Luthor said she had a plan, you listened, so that's what Alex did. Reluctantly nodding, Alex watched as Lena got a small flashlight and proceeded to look for an electrical outlet. "This one will work," Lena muttered to herself, prying it open.

"What are you doing??" Alex asked intrigued as to what Lena could accomplish by meddling with an old outlet that probably hadn't worked in years.

Opening the small backpack she was carrying, Lena grabbed her DEO tablet and a gadget that looked like a voltage tester to Alex, but she had never seen anything quite like it before; it was a pen with small, clip-on pincers on one end, and a mini-USB connector on the other. "I can kind of hack the building's electrical grid," Lena explained as she continued to work, plugging the gadget to her tablet and carefully clipping the pen to the outlet wires. "That'll give me a rough idea of the building's structure, and it'll tell me what room is using more electricity."

Just as Lena finished explaining it, Alex watched a drawing of the building's electrical grid appear on the tablet's screen. "It's gotta be there!" She pointed enthusiastically to one room that was lighting up like a Christmas tree.

Lena smiled up at Alex, "That'd be my guess too," she said, unplugging the gadget and putting it away. "Furthest room on the second floor. We won't know how many people we're gonna come across, but at least we know where we're going now."

They cleared the first floor and silently made their way to the second one. "Whoever these people are, they have enough money to build and maintain a machine sophisticated and powerful enough to subdue Kara, but not enough to splurge on personnel?" Lena questioned only to be met by Alex's silence.  

The way the older agent kept her eyes trained ahead, shoulders tense, gun ready to shoot told her Alex didn't want to think about who was behind all this; Lena could see in the way Alex kept pushing forward that all she cared about was freeing her sister and punishing whoever appeared in front of her.

When her former commanding officer raised her closed fist, Lena automatically stopped dead in her tracks. She kept her eyes and ears open, trying to find the source of whatever had given Alex pause.  

And then she heard it.

Muffled screams traveled through bare walls accompanied by mocking laughter. Even though the sounds were still somewhat far from them, Lena was a hundred percent sure the screams were coming from Kara, while the laughter was from a group of men. Whoever they are, Lena thought, watching  Alex's grip on her weapon get so tight, it began to shake. Alex will make them regret ever being born.

Signaling for Lena to follow her quietly, Alex led the way toward the voices. They entered a spacious apartment that, by the looks of it, had once been the home of a wealthy family; the walls were still decorated with now-worn tapestry, fancy chairs laid broken in the living room, and crystal shards glimmered on the floor where Lena could only presume a bar used to be. The closer they got to what they presumed was the master bedroom, the louder the voices were, but both agents could also hear the loud humming of high voltage circulating through top-of-the-line power cables – the only things that looked new in the entire apartment.

Alex and Lena approached the master bedroom as quietly as they possibly could and crouched near the slightly ajar double-doors to peek inside. From opposite sides, Lena and Alex had different views of the room; from her side, Lena could see Kara restrained from her wrists and ankles, panting heavily as if she was preparing herself for the next blast of electricity. Alex, on the other hand, could only see a group of five men; all of them armed, but four were drinking beer in obvious celebration of their success, while the fifth had the controller of the machine holding Kara. Alex's brain zeroed in on that man; the pure joy that filled his eyes when he pressed the button making the Girl of Steel scream again made Alex's blood boil in her veins. Clenching her jaw at the sight, Alex took a deep breath to remind herself she was close to delivering justice to those scumbags.  

Gesturing to catch Lena's attention, she reached into her bag and pulled out an Electrical Magnetic Pulse grenade. Lena knew the inner workings of that specific EMP grenade -- she had been the one who helped Winn revamp it, making it more effective while containing its effects to a smaller radius. Just by laying eyes on it, Lena could deduce Alex's real plan. The grenade would cause all electronic devices to short-circuit which meant that not only Kara would be freed from the torture device, but it would simultaneously turn off all the lights in the room, leaving the men in clear disadvantage against the two agents who were equipped with night vision goggles.

Lena gave her a nod in understanding and, taking advantage of the fact Alex was focused on counting down to throw the grenade inside the room, Lena discreetly double-clicked the button on her watch – the same one she had pressed before leaving the DEO. After that, everything happened too fast; the grenade silently went off, and as soon as the building went dark, Alex and Lena stormed the room. Lena quickly incapacitated two men, and when she turned around to fight the next one, she saw Kara using sheer anger to keep herself awake and moving. The hero subdued the other two men and, knowing she was finally safe, the remains of Kara’s energy left her body making her collapse unconscious on the floor. "Alex!" Lena called out, rushing to Kara's side to cradle her best friend. "Alex!!!!" She called again, but the only answer she got was the sound of Alex's fist connecting to flesh and bones cracking on impact.

Lena quickly laid Kara down again and ran towards Alex, tackling her off the man. "Get off me!!!!" Alex screamed, trying to wrestle Lena off.

"No!!" Lena grunted, "You're going to kill him!"

"That's what he deserves, remember????" Alex elbowed Lena hard on the ribs, momentarily regaining the upper hand.

But Lena was just as relentless, and surprising Alex with a combination of moves, Lena managed to get her in an arm-lock. "Stop fighting me!" Lena begged, "I don't want to hurt you!!!"

"I... t-trusted you, Luthor!!!!" Alex panted, trying her hardest to escape Lena's lock. "You betrayed me!!" Just as the words left her mouth, Alex saw a group of DEO agents bursting into the room with J'onn leading them. "You!!" Alex growled at Lena, "You warned them???"

Alex was wriggling even more desperately now, and even though it pained Lena's heart to do so, she twisted Alex's arm harder to keep her in place until the DEO agents had taken all the men away. "Of course I did!!!" She fired back.

"That’s enough!!!!!" J'onn voice seemed to echo in the now mostly empty room. He was holding Kara's still unconscious body tightly against his own as if the close proximity would soothe his soul after almost losing one of the girls he had come to think of as his own daughter.

Even with all the anger coursing through her body, Alex didn't have it in her to keep fighting when J'onn was looking down at her with disappointment in his eyes. Sighing heavily, Alex double-tapped Lena, signaling that it was okay to let her go, and without saying a word to each other, Alex and Lena joined the other agents and headed back to the DEO.

“You know, she won’t be mad forever,” Winn said, catching Lena by surprise. She had been observing Alex examine and treat Kara, and somewhere along the line, Lena had gotten too lost in her own thoughts to hear him approaching her. “She does that from time to time,” Winn continued, leaning against the same wall Lena was leaning on; his eyes locked on Alex and Kara just as Lena was doing. “Something will happen between them, or something will happen to Kara, and Alex sorta goes off the rails for a bit. She’s too stubborn and proud to let any of us help her, but… it’s Alex, you know? She always goes back to being the girl we love.”

Each word Winn spoke made Lena’s heart feel a little heavier, but at that very moment, she didn’t know what she could do to help Alex or make any of it better. Sighing, she smiled softly at Winn, saying, "It's been a long day, I guess I'm going to head home, but call me if anything happens to Kara, yeah?" When he nodded at her, Lena gave him a kiss on the cheek and left.

It wasn't until hours later when Kara had briefly woken up in her sun bed and told her sister to go get some rest herself that Alex left the DEO. Her head was still reeling from the night's events, her judgment still impaired; she blamed Lena for getting her in trouble with J'onn – somehow, in her mind, Alex thought that if Lena hadn't warned him, she would have been able to deliver justice to the scum who took Kara, and everything would be okay.

Before she knew it, Alex was ringing Lena's doorbell.  

"Alex," Lena greeted slightly confused; head still foggy from been awaken so suddenly by the incessant buzzing. "Did something happen to Kar--"

"You had no right!" Alex exclaimed, interrupting Lena. "You had no right to stop me from getting justice for my sister!"

"Justice??" Lena scoffed. "You call that justice??"

"It would have been if you had let me go through with it!!!!" Alex fired back, getting on Lena's face.

All the tension and anger Lena had seen earlier in the evening were still visible in Alex's wild eyes. Lena had to assess the situation quickly so she would know how to best defuse the situation. Squaring her shoulders and clenching her jaw, Lena spoke deliberately slow to drive each word home, "Watch your tone, I am not your punching bag."

Lena seemed to have a knack for doing and saying things Alex never saw coming. Her answer, just like her actions during their mission, surprised Alex leaving her with her mouth open as her brain tried to figure out how to proceed from there. As angry as she was, Alex would never cross the line and start physically fighting Lena, and after being verbally shut down, she had two options: either leave or actually voice her feelings in a non-aggressive manner.  

The indecision, and consequently the lack of action, started draining Alex's energy making her deflate. "Do you have any whiskey in this house?" She finally said; ego too bruised to apologize right away.

Shaking her head slightly, Lena replied softly, "Yeah. Go sit down; I'll get us a bottle." When she came back into the living room, Lena found Alex sitting on the couch observing her own bruised knuckles. Lena sat next to her, and without saying a word, she poured them a double-shot and handed Alex a glass.

"I'm sorry..." Alex muttered, nursing the drink in her hands.

"What for?"

Alex chuckled and shook her head, Of course, Lena Luthor will not accept a simple apology, she thought. Downing her whiskey first, Alex replied without meeting Lena's eyes, "I'm sorry for being rude to you just now... I'm angry, but I shouldn't have taken it out on you..."

Lena was quiet for a second, taking in Alex's apology and observing as she poured herself another double-shot while Lena hadn't even taken a sip of hers. "Why are you angry?" She asked.

Alex scoffed at the question, "C'mon, Lena," she said, finally looking at Lena. "You're not a shrink; you don't have to try and keep digging into my feelings."

"If all you wanted to do was drink and fight," Lena said calmly, "you would have gone to a bar, but you came to me instead." Looking into Alex's eyes, Lena added, "So talk."

Is that why I'm here? Alex asked herself, Is this what I want, to talk?? Getting up, she started pacing back and forth, holding her drink with one hand while nervously combing her fingers through her hair with the other one. "I'm angry because you stopped me!" Alex said in a burst, surprising herself.

"Are you really angry at me because of that?" Lena asked, observing her closely; the way Alex scrunched up her brows and could barely hold Lena’s gaze, screamed something completely different from anger, and Lena knew that, but she would give Alex time and space to arrive at that conclusion herself.

"Yes!!" Alex insisted, "The world would be a better place without evil people like those men in it!"

"That's what prisons are for, Danvers," Lena deadpanned. "Besides, if you had killed them, we wouldn't be able to interrogate them to find out where they got the money to finance an operation like that; we wouldn't be able to find out who built that machine for them... I know you know killing them wasn't the smart option, I know you were suspicious when I agreed to go with you after you told me you intended to torture the culprits, and yet, you agreed to let me come with you." Taking a sip of her whiskey, Lena continued, "I think you wanted me to stop you, so I'll ask you again," she said, looking deeply into Alex's eyes, "why are you angry?"

Lena's words were making Alex's head spin, and before she could stop herself, she blurted out, "Because I hate that this is how I react when I'm afraid!!"

They fell silent for a long stretch of time, both seemingly petrified in their own places until Lena got up, and without saying a word, pulled Alex into a tight embrace.

Alex didn't realize until then how desperately she had needed a hug that entire day, and that simple realization made her break out in tears. "It's okay," Lena cooed, gently rubbing small circles on Alex's back. "I was scared of losing her too..."

The words made Alex cry harder; she was crying because she had been afraid, she was crying because she had almost lost her sister, she was crying because she had let her anger take over her mind again, she was crying because someone was finally acknowledging her pain.

When Lena felt Alex grip the back of her robe tightly, she whispered softly, "And I was scared of losing you too... That blind anger--" Lena chocked up a little, but continued bravely speaking her feelings, "I've seen it before... I know what's capable of doing to someone, and I... I already lost someone I love to it, I won't let it happen again..."

Lena's words tugged at Alex's heart. The intentional or unintentional parallel Lena had just drawn between the fear and sorrow she felt watching her brother slip through her fingers and the fear Lena must have felt for Alex that night made Alex realize for the first time just how much she mattered to Lena. She realized that she had one more person that truly cared about her wellbeing. “I-I’m sorry,” Alex managed to say through the knot in her throat as she cried harder, “and… th-thank you, Lena. Thank you for everything.”

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WEST HOLLOW MARCH TASK | OPTION 002.

"I just wanted to take a moment to say thank you for agreeing to this interview today, Caroline. I know your schedule has been busy lately."

Adjusting in her seat Caroline's amber gaze flicked forward for a moment, coinciding with the slip of a smile. "Yeah--- working two jobs on top of class in between can get pretty hectic, but I was happy to meet up with you. I'll admit it's a little strange to find myself on the opposite end of an interview, though."

"That's right. Other than working weekends at the campgrounds you're interning at West Hollow times, correct?"

Having finally gotten herself settled she carefully crossed both legs at the ankles, mindful of her skirt, and nodded. "I do. My internship at the paper started a few months ago. It's only a few days a week, so in some ways I'm still learning the ropes, but I'm really enjoying my time there so far. Landing the position felt like some of my dreams were finally coming true."

"Has working in journalism been a lifelong dream of yours then?"

"Yes and no," she admitted, the hint of another smile curving at the edges of her mouth. "Ever since I was really little I've been fascinated by stories, but I can't say I dreamed of doing anything with them myself. I just appreciated the escape I found through reading--- through immersing myself in someone else's life for a little bit, you know?' Small hands began to fidget in her lap at the minor confession. On a normal day she wasn't likely to admit things were anything but happy growing up. "Anyways, it wasn't until I was much older that I started considering journalism as a career. I think I developed this sort of... impatience when it came to waiting for the story to find me. I wanted to find it myself. I've always been a curious person, but it was more than that. I developed this need to get to the bottom of things."

"Speaking of getting to the bottom of things... I've always had a suspicion that you're involved with a certain anonymous blog that makes a habit of calling people out for their indiscretions around town. Am I right? Are you the one behind Pen Fatale?"

Although the warmth never left Caroline's face her features seemed to go tense with apprehension. "Good try," she breathed with a short, quiet laugh, "but I'm pretty sure anonymous things are kept that way for a reason. I'm flattered that you think I'm clever enough to pull it off, though.

"Like I mentioned the first time we discussed this interview anything you say today is confidential. Nothing leaves this room." Allowing that to sink in I gave her a moment and then asked for the second time, "Were you the one behind the blog, Caroline?"

Her eyes narrowed on me with an appraising stare and the silence that grew seemed to indicate she wasn't going to answer. Eventually, however, Caroline released a pent up sigh and gave the barest of nods. "Yeah--- I am. Or at least I was. If you pulled it up today you'd see that a post hasn't been made in over a year. It didn't feel right to take it down, but it also didn't feel right to continue."

"Didn't feel right? What do you mean by that? Did you start to feel guilty about how you got your information or...?"

"Guilty? Not at all." A feminine scoff tumbled from between parted lips as she gave a toss of strawberry curls. "Whatever I posted on there was the truth. I didn't lie and I didn't elaborate. If you've read it I'm sure you can agree that those stories deserved to be heard. The people mentioned deserved to face the consequences of all their terrible actions. I don't regret publishing the secrets they shared with me, and I don't regret charming them into trusting me to get those secrets, either." Every word rang out with complete confidence as she sat back into the chair, shoulders held straight and proud. "I'm sure some people would have a lot of nasty names to call me if they knew I seduced a few men and women into confessing to their crimes and abuse of power, but I've never really cared about opinions or hurtful names. When you grow up with a mother who strips for a living you kind of get used to that thing early on." That, however, didn't appear to be the honest truth. There was a hint of vulnerability in her gaze that indicated she cared more than she wanted to let on. "I didn't want recognition for any of it I just wanted justice. That's why everything was anonymous--- or meant to be, at least."

"So are you saying somebody else found out you were behind the account?"

The light dimmed from her eyes until any trace of happiness was leeched from her features. Swallowing hard and looking down to the twisted fingers in her lap Caroline gave nothing more than a nod. "Yeah, I think so. Right now it's only a suspicion but--- I've gone over what happened a thousand times and it's one of the only things that makes sense."

"Can you be more specific? What happened to make you think your identity had been discovered?"

Jaw clenched out of either nerves, anger, or a mixture of both Caroline finally lifted her amber gaze. "Surely you've heard." Countless seconds ticked by as she gave that same unflinching stare. Clearly she didn't want to talk about it, but it seemed important to continue.

"Are you talking about your attack? I did look into the dates and it seems to have lined up with when the blog went inactive..."

After a tense pause that stretched between us she finally relented with a sigh. "Yeah, I'm talking about the night I was attacked at home. In the middle of writing a new post, no less." Humorless laughter peppered the air before she continued. "Sometimes I still can't fully remember how it all went down, but I remember enough to know it wasn't some kind of freak accident like the police tried to claim. That thing wasn't natural and it was out for blood. Every time it came after me I could... I could feel that it was personal. Intentional." Exhaling a trembling breath she anxiously twirled an emerald ring around her pinky finger and stared into space. "I'm not a bad person. I'm not the best, but I'm not bad. The only reason why anybody would want to hurt me is because of what I posted on my blog."

"You say anybody as if you're talking about a person, but the police report states you claimed it was a 'winged beast' that attacked you that night..."

Again Caroline nodded, the look in her eyes turning at once wild and distracted as she recalled that particular night in full. "It was. That's what I meant by unnatural. They kept trying to tell me that it was just a scared bat or something that got in through the window, but my window was closed." Even though she admitted that she could remember ever last detail of the encounter she seemed very firm on that fact. "Even if it wasn't, though, there's no way it couldn't been a bat. It was huge and it looked nothing like a bat at all."

"If not a bat then what? What do you think attacked you?"

Caroline sucked in another slow breath before stating, very matter of fact, "It was a demon."

"A demon? You think you were attacked by a demon?"

"I don't think I was attacked by a demon---" she corrected with a pointed stare--- "I know I was attacked by a demon. I didn't realize it at the time, but now I know better. When the police department refused to actually listen to me or take me seriously I began investigating it on my own. At first everything I found seemed to contradict itself, and nothing was from very credible sources but then I---" as if catching herself before she said too much Care ended with a small shake of her head--- "then I finally found someone who believed me. Somebody willing to help connect the dots between what information I had and what I was missing."

"Everything's confidential, remember? You can tell me anything. Who did you find, Caroline? Who helped piece it all together?"

Indecision warred in her eyes as she remained quiet. Her loyalty and protective nature made her reluctant to bring the group up in conversation. "It's more like quite a few people than it is just one," she finally admitted, just as vague and tight lipped as before.

"There's only one group of people I can think of that might fit the circumstances. Are you talking about Mystery, Inc.?"

A certain level of fierceness gripped her features at the name, leading Caroline to inhale a slow breath, but at last she nodded in confirmation. "Yeah." Obviously it wasn't easy for her to out them like that, but she carefully tucked a lustrous wave of hair behind the shell of her ear and continued. "Our paths crossed while I was trying to get to the bottom of things, and when they heard my story they agreed to help. Just getting assistance wasn't enough, though. I wanted to do the helping. In case you haven't noticed that's sort of my thing." Gently chewing against her lower lip she cast her gaze away. "Anyways, they were the ones who took what I described and let me know that it was actually a demon. At first I'd been thinking vampire, but as it turns out the internet is wrong. They can't shapeshift at all."

"So you finally got some of the answers you were looking for. Did it stop there? Did they clarify a few things and then go their separate ways?"

With the cat out of the bag she gave a small shake of her head. "No, I asked to join them as a member of the group and eventually they agreed. I knew I still needed them and it felt like they might need me, too."

"Alright, so not only did you get help but you also joined the ranks. Why was it so difficult for you to admit that?"

Shifting in her seat, one long leg swinging to drape over the other, she tried for a casual shrug. "Way back during the blackout they had all of their evidence and stuff stolen. I wasn't part of the gang then, but I heard what happened. There's a very real chance that by this point I'm the only member that's not publicly known to be involved with Mystery, Inc. Sure, some people have probably realized I've been spending a lot of time with a few of the other members like Jess and Harper and Lupe, but they don't know anything for sure and that gives me --- gives us --- an edge."

"Do you want to keep your involvement a secret because you're worried you won't be as valuable to the team anymore without that edge?"

The question seemed to catch her off guard. Enough that she stuttered out, "I--- what? No. I didn't meant that at all." Whether she did or not before she was certainly thinking about it now. Brows drawn low and tight over her troubled gaze Caroline tamped down on the inside of her cheek. "I just meant that I might be able to go places or find things out that nobody else can. Things that could end up meaning life or death. Who really knows these days? West Hollow isn't exactly ripped from the pages of a fairy tale. It's dark and ugly and dangerous. Everyone in the group..." clearing her throat she smoothed out her features, although obviously still on edge, and continued, "they're like family to me now. I don't want to get hurt but I want to see one of them get hurt even less. We need every advantage we can get--- especially ones where people might be more willing to let things slip in front of me if they don't realize there's a connection."

"In a way it sounds like you're almost back to your old ways, then. Getting closer to people for information they can provide just like you used to do for your blog."

For the first time in awhile true amusement sparked back to life in her eyes. "Well when you say it like that it sounds so naughty." Chuckling out a throaty laugh she tipped her head to the side, fingers lazily toying with the small gold pendant swinging at her chest. "It's not like I'm out there actually hurting anybody. I just have a talent for... encouraging their truths to come out.  I mean, that's all we want. To expose the truth, bring the bad guys down, and survive."

"Right, of course. So I guess my last question is... what do you think a person needs the most to survive in a place like West Hollow?"

Carefully considering that Caroline sat back, her perfectly manicured fingers tapping out a steady beat against her knee. "Red lipstick,” she began with an amused smirk, “because red is confident and you need confidence to overcome the fear, a good set of throwing knives," running the tip of her tongue across her teeth she paused, weighing her final answer, then finished, "and something worth surviving for. You find something that means so much to you that losing it or leaving it behind is unthinkable. You'd do anything, go to any lengths, to make sure that never happened. That's how you stay alive."

... "And have you found that? Have you found that something that makes survival the only option?"

Mouth pushed to the left Caroline appraised me for a few seconds before a tiny smile began to grow along her lips. "Of course I have--- It’s a gorgeous kelly green Hermès Birkin bag. I refuse to die before I’ve made it far enough in life to have one hanging from my arm." The playful, secretive gleam in her eyes proved she wasn’t being all that honest, but if there was something, or someone, who truly fit the bill she didn’t say. “Sorry to cut this short,” she purred as she rose from the chair and began collecting her things, “but I have places to be. You understand, right?” Without waiting for an answer she blew a kiss and breezed out of the room, the scent of vanilla trailing in her wake.

[carey-pricemas]

I Can Do It Better- Sidney Crosby

Ok guys! Here we go with another smut! I think I'll be able to crank 4 out for tomorrow as well and we'll be caught up! Ok so this one's kind of long sorry. But I think I did the prompt justice and I like how it turned out. For those reading: enjoy! For those skipping: Jakob Chychrun will be out tomorrow morning!

Warning: cussing, sex, smut, smexy time

Anon Request: I LOVED ur recent Sid smut! I feel like there isn't enough of it in the hockey fanfic world. I have a request, if ur not too swamped, for Sid smut. Could u do one where u guys are best friends and ur hanging out and laughing and having a good time one night and u guys get on the topic of sex? You'd say u haven't ever really had great sex and say "I can make myself cum better than any boy could" and he challenges you to that and of course it works & then after he asks you to be his gf:) thank u!!

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              You sure as hell didn't peg Sidney Crosby to challenge you.

              You had known Sid since he was a wee little boy taking shots at his mother's dryer. You had been best friends since kindergarten and you attended as many hockey games of his as you could, from pee wees up. You followed Sid to Pittsburgh for college and stayed, enjoying spending time with your best friend and falling in love with the city.

              Tonight though, Sid had come to your place for some laughs and cheesy movie comfort a week after the Pens had lost game 7 of the Stanley Cup Finals and you were more than happy to help. Sid's giggle-honk had come out in full force and you had seen him smile more tonight than you had all throughout the playoffs.

              Sid was too serious sometimes.

              "I don't know how they get away with these commercials" you said, pointing your twizzler at the TV screen where a KY jelly commercial played. "Plus she's obviously lying."

              "What?" Sid chuckled as he looked at you. "How do you know she's lying?"

              "Because no man can make a woman that happy! I can make myself cum better than any guy ever could" you said. You were acutely aware of Sidney's stare on the side of your face. "What?"

              "Are you for real?"

              "Would I lie about something as serious as orgasms?" you asked your best friend. "No guy has ever come close to what I can do with my fingers and vibrator."

              "You're kidding!" Sid turned to you. You turned to him and sighed.

              "Look sex hasn't really ever been that... great with guys" you said. "I mean I get by, but like... nothing that would ruin my hair and make me that" you gestured at the TV, "happy."

              "I bet I could" he said. You stared in utter surprise.

              "What?"

              "I said I bet I could-"

              "No I heard what you said but... seriously?"

              "You don't think I can?" he asked, raising his brow. He reached out and played with the end of your hair.

              You had always had feelings for your best friend, but he had never shown interest. Not until now at least.

              And fuck if him playing with your hair wasn't turning you on.

              "(Y/N)" Sid said. You looked at him. "Do you think I can make you cum harder?"

              "Ummm..." You lost your train of thought. Hell, you're pretty sure at this point your mind up and ran away  with Sid's because there's no way if either of you were thinking straight you'd even contemplate dragging him to your bedroom and letting him have his way with you. Sid leaned forward, his warm breath fanning over your face as his eyes held yours.

              "Do you?"

              You absolutely thought Sid could make you cum harder, but you weren't going to say that.

              "No" you breathed. "I don't think you can." Sid chuckled and his hand moved through your hair to your neck, pulling you closer. His lips pressed against yours and a slow fire burned through your veins. "Let's go to my room."

              Challenge accepted.

              Sid helped you from the couch, but before you could take a step in that direction, he stopped you. He stared at you for a long moment before his lips landed on yours.  You moaned into the kiss and Sid nipped your bottom lip, sliding his tongue against yours as your mouth opened. You leaned into him, your arms wrapping around his neck. Sid backed you towards the bedroom, his hands slipping under your shirt and massaging your breasts.

              You stumbled and fell against the wall, Sid pinning you there as he teased each nipple into a tight, aching peak. He tugged on the hem of your shirt and you lifted your arms above your head. He nipped your bottom lip once again before pulling away and pulling your shirt off. Before he could reattach his mouth to your body, you tugged on his own shirt. Your mouth watered as he pulled it off, showing you the tan expanse of his chest in view.

              Sid took in the view of you standing before him in only panties. Your hands ran over his chest to his shoulders. With ease, Sid picked you up and pinned you to the wall where he wanted you, his mouth closing around one nipple. You cried out and dug your nails into his chest as he tortured you, each lick and nip sending shockwaves of pleasure to your core. His mouth switched from one nipple to the other, your panties soaked through as you arched into him.

              "Beautiful" he murmured. He set you down and yanked you into the bedroom. You squealed as he tossed you on the bed and hovered over you. Sid pressed a kiss to your lips before slowly trailing kisses down your body. As he got to where you wanted him most, he pealed the silk from you, tossing it behind him. Sid pressed your legs open wider and stared at your glistening slit. "So ready." You moaned as Sid separated your folds and sucked your clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

              Your body locked up as the hardest orgasm washed through you before he had even entered you. Sid grinned triumphantly as he pulled away. He removed his shorts and boxers before crawling over you, his hard cock nudging your opening. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you reached for him, but Sid kept your hands by your side.

              "Sid" you whimpered. He bent down and kissed you as he adjusted himself over you. He lined the tip of his cock up with your opening, pushing just the tip inside. You hissed in pleasure at the feeling, your hand grabbing a fist full of sheets as he slowly continued to push inside of you. "Sid" you moaned. Sid grinned and kissed you hard as he slid out before thrusting back inside of you hard. You gasped as his cock filled you and slowly rubbed against your g-spot with each stroke.

              "Fuck" Sid hissed as your muscles gripped his cock, still rippling from your first orgasm. You moaned as he increased his pace, moving from a slow steady rhythm to a fast rough pounding before slowing down again. The change in pressure and tempo wreaked havoc on your sensitive body, his chest rubbing against your nipples with each thrust. You writhed beneath him as you became and incoherent mess.

              "Please" you moaned, trying to come to a second orgasm. Sid grinned and kissed you, his hand gripping yours and bringing it between your bodies.

              "You think you can come harder. Show me baby." The second he pressed your finger against your clit you flew apart in his arms. It was the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced, Sid's thrusting prolonging the pleasure until you were crying beneath him, sensitive to the touch. Sid slowed his thrusts and kissed your tears as he came to his own orgasm, covering your body with his own.

              You both waited until your breathing had evened out before you spoke.

              "Holy shit" you whispered. Sid chuckled as he rolled to the side, making you whimper as his cock slid out of you. You curled into his side and sighed happily as he tucked a sheet around you.

              "Better?" he teased.

              "The best" you said. Sid pressed a kiss to your tempo.

              "Can I take you out now?" You sat up and looked at Sid, blinking in confusion. "You're not that slow."

              "What?" you breathed. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, before cupping your face.

              "I've been in love with you for a while. I just didn't know how to approach the idea without you running away in terror."

              "Oh." You remained silent as you curled back into his side. "I'm free tomorrow."

              "Thank god."

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Allied, Part 11

Group: GOT7

Member: Jackson

POV: 1st Person

Type: Angst/Fluff/Series/Other

Word Count: 2,710

Summary: The world is in turmoil. There are few functioning governments left and an incurable disease has wiped out most of the human population. It’s every man for himself until you find an ally who becomes more.

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

We tried to make the barn feel homier, we really did, but it was a lot harder than it seemed. The sheets and blankets I picked up in the little town were very useful to keep the cold at bay, but the cold wind still found its way into the barn through gaps in the wood. The best we could do was adjust our sleeping arrangements, meaning that the three of us basically slept in one big heap on a bed of hay in the warmest corner of the barn. I usually curled into Jackson with Jaebum behind me. Out of respect for me, we usually slept back to back, but I did wake up with his arm around me once, right around the time when Jackson’s health had taken a turn for the worse.

Jackson’s condition worsened as soon as we started to settle in. On the first day he helped me make our beds of hay and spruce things up. On the fifth, he helped Jaebum build a firepit in the middle of the barn where we could cook food out of the elements. On the sixth, he even went out with Jaebum to hunt, but on the seventh... 

On our seventh morning in the barn, he couldn’t get up. He could barely open his eyes. He was just too weak. When I checked him over, his temperature was through the roof and his heart rate was out of control. I was afraid he might have a heart attack. 

Jaebum went out to find some form of antibiotics right after that, but he came back empty-handed five hours later and it was the same thing the next day. He obviously didn’t know what he was looking for, but he wouldn’t let me go out on my own while he stayed with Jackson.

“It’s too dangerous,” he said. “You’re just a girl and you barely have any experience with your weapons.”

“I was travelling on my own long before I met you or Jackson,” I told him. “You have no right to tell me what I can or cannot do.”

And I was right. I’ve always been on my own. Just because I was finally around other people didn’t mean I was somehow less capable. Who the fuck was he to argue otherwise? He may have contributed a lot to the survival of our little group, but that didn’t magically bestow upon him the title of supreme ruler.

“I can tell you what to do if I think it’ll keep us all safe,” said Jaebum. “Jackson needs you here. I promise I’ll try again tomorrow, but every town within a few miles of here has been picked clean.”

“Yeah, well, while you make excuses Jackson is actively dying!”

“I said I’ll try again in the morning!”

“You do that, but you can sleep in your own fucking haybale tonight.”

And I made him do it too. Before he could lie down with us that night, I pelted him with his own blanket and a sheet. He grumbled for a bit, but he was too tired to put up a fight, making himself a bed almost four meters away from me and Jackson.

With all of us settled in for the night, the only sound to be heard was Jackson’s haggard breathing that echoed through the barn. He hadn’t spoken to me in 48 hours. It was too much of a struggle to open his mouth on his own and I could tell he was in serious pain. I had to feed him small sips of broth at a time. If we were lucky, I could get him to chew on little pieces of canned meat.

Reaching out my hand, I let the backs of my fingers smooth down his stubbly cheek. His skin was excessively warm against mine and I felt my heart ache for him. If only there was something I could do...

The road ahead of me was long but clear of any obstacles. After trying to sleep for another hour or so, I gave up hope and decided to do something productive. 

I found the map in the car. After I sat down in the driver’s seat I turned on the overhead light to examine the map. Several little settlements around us had crosses through them in a black pen. It must have been Jaebum’s way of marking where he’d been. But there were still three other spots he hadn’t marked yet, one of them being a small city. I was already sure that that was where I needed to go. All of these other small town pharmacies were coming up short and I knew for a fact that one thing a city was guaranteed to have was a hospital. So I made sure I had everything I needed, left a small note on the side of the blown-up house for Jaebum to find and drove out into the middle of nowhere.

It took two hours of driving before I could see any signs of a city in the distance and another two before I finally passed a sign that said “Welcome”. I pulled the map into my lap and tried manoeuvring the car while looking where I was going, but I had to stop altogether when I turned onto a main road and found that it was completely blocked by other cars. 

I would have to go on foot the rest of the way.

I closed and locked the car behind me, even though there was probably no one around to steal it. You could never be too sure. Walking around the first line of cars, I saw just how far back they stretched. There was a blockade of cars stretching on for almost four blocks and almost all of them were picked clean of valuables.

Making my through, I noticed a faint sound in the distance, like a dull click or something snapping. Against my better judgement, I followed the sound of the click but stayed low around the cars in case there was someone waiting to ambush me. I followed the sound down a residential street and saw that it was coming from a tree branch making contact with an electric fence, an electric fence that was still powered.

If I listened hard enough, I could hear the hum of a generator in the distance. Just the fact that there was still some form of power around here was exciting, but the people keeping it going could be another story. You could never be sure these days if people wouldn’t just straight up murder you when they saw you. So I did the most logical thing I could do in that situation: I stayed as far away from that place as I could.

I double back the way I came and followed the map. There was a hospital five blocks away from where I was and I needed to get there without being seen. I wasn’t even sure if the hospital would be accessible. Given the fact that there were still people around, they might be guarding it. I would just have to get there and see.

Halfway there I ran into trouble. I spotted a man in the middle of the road, luckily with his back towards me. There was an assault rifle in his hands and it looked like he was wearing heavily padded clothing, maybe even a bullet proof vest. I crouched down behind a parked car as soon as I saw him.

He was looking down the road in the direction I was supposed to go. I needed to find some way around him, but I couldn’t just run down the street while he was watching. He would probably shoot me down in seconds. With his back still turned to me, I stayed low and made my way to the next car. I snuck around that way until there was nowhere left to go unless I wanted him to see me.

There had to be some way to distract him. I could try to sneak up and overpower him, but he was so much bigger than me. That would never work. The only other option was misdirection or hoping he would just leave. It would have to be misdirection.

I had to somehow draw his direction away from me, preferably backwards down the street so he wouldn’t be looking towards the hospital. Peaking around the car I was behind, I looked at the line of abandoned stores across the street. There was a small alleyway off to the left and seeing it immediately gave me an idea. 

If I could somehow lure him in there, I might just have enough time to run down the street and make it to the hospital before he could see me. So I looked around me for something to use. The store I was crouching in front of didn’t have a window anymore and when I looked down, I realised the pavement was covered in broken glass. I looked around for a big enough piece that would make enough noise to get his attention but wasn’t too heavy for me to throw. If it landed on the street, it wouldn’t work. It needed to land in the alley for my plan to work.

Picking up a big enough piece, I peaked around the car to see where the man was. He was still in the same position as last time. I looked at the opening, got a good grip on the glass in my hand and threw it.

It fell and shattered right at the mouth of the alleyway, the sound echoing throughout the quiet street. I saw the man turn to see what made the sound before a ducked back behind the car. I waited a few seconds, but I didn’t see him move. When I looked again, I saw that he simply turned back to his position. So I threw another slightly bigger piece of glass and this time I saw him turn and slowly approach the noise. 

The second I saw him enter the alleyway, I was up and sprinting down the road towards the hospital. I was almost in the parking lot when I heard a shout behind me, but I never turned to look. I just kept running towards the big, grey building ahead of me. Almost falling through the doors, I just kept jogging once I was inside, keeping my eyes peeled for a sign that could show me to the dispensary. 

I realise that someone is probably still chasing me when I hear the loud sound of the reception doors slamming closed somewhere in the distance behind me and in my panic, I duck into the first open room I can find. 

If it wasn’t for the small glazed window on the door, everything would be pitch black and I find myself in what seems to have been an examination room. There is a bed in the corner with a curtain to pull closed around it. On the left is a long counter with a sink, some storage and old medical posters up on the wall above it. It dawns on me that I have nowhere to hide and the door can’t be locked. 

On instinct, I gravitate towards the bed, but then I realise there are cupboards underneath the counter. It will be a tight squeeze, but I’m small enough to fit if I really needed to. And I do.

I hear someone walking outside the exam room followed by the door across the hall opening.

He was checking rooms.

Without taking any time to think about it, I climb into the cupboard and close the door as quietly as I can. There’s a long beat of silence before I hear the exam room door opening and I hold my breath. My heart is hammering in my chest so hard that I think I might pass out and I have to put a hand over my mouth just to keep my shaky breaths inside my body because I knew that if they came out I was done for. The guy with the gun would find me. I would be dead and I wouldn’t get to see Jackson or Jaebum again. Oddly the latter bothered me more than the former.

When I finally heard the door close, I waited another minute before taking a deep breath through my nose. It was shaky and so was the rest of me, but I was still okay. No one had caught me and all was still well. I gave myself some time to calm down before even considered climbing out of the cupboard.

It took me a lot longer to find the courage to leave the room, but I had stuff to do. I had medicine to find and people to get back too. The more time I wasted, the worse things could get. For all I knew, Jackson could already be in a coma or dead. That thought shocked me enough to open the door and step into the dim hallway. There was no sign of the man with the gun, but now that I knew he was in the building with me I needed to be more careful. I also needed to watch out for anyone else.

I crept along the walls, peering carefully around corners and checking if every door I passed was open in case I needed to hide. Every sound made my heart leap into my throat and I had to keep reminding myself that ambient sound was louder when literally everything was quiet. 

I knew I was being really jumpy. It’s not like I couldn’t protect myself. I did bring a gun, after all. I could feel the weight of it against my thigh every time I moved, but I didn’t want to use it. It would just draw more attention to me and if I could get in and out undetected, I would be more than happy.

After what felt like forever of creeping around, I finally made it to the dispensary on the second floor. I slipped inside and very quietly closed the door behind me. The dispensary wasn’t as stocked as I’d hoped. I may have had exaggerated expectations in my mind of a room filled to the brim with medicines that could cure everything imaginable, but what I got was good enough as long as they could help Jackson.

So I started checking everything in the room and if it seemed even remotely useful, I put it in my bag. I grabbed a long piece of gauze, some bandages for smaller injuries, two bottles of penicillin, some syringes, needles, and butterfly stitches. I was reading the label on a bottle of antiseptic ointment when I heard noise in the hall outside, but I realised it was too late as soon as the door flew open.

There stood the man with the gun. The blood in my veins had frozen all over and I couldn’t make myself move. His eyes dipped down to the ointment I was still holding and I saw a vicious scowl take over his whole face.

“That’s not yours,” he growled.

He dove for me at the exact same time my limbs decided to cooperate again and I went flying out of the room with him hot on my heels. I took a corner too slowly and I felt his fingers sink into my shoulder to try and stop me. He yanked me backwards and down, sending me sprawling. I was on the ground and scrambling to get up when I remembered I had a gun. My hand fumbled as I tried to simultaneously reach for my gun and scoot away from him. He was looming over me with his rifle in his hands and before I could even pull my gun out of my waistband, he hit me on against the head with the butt of his own. It sent a searing pain through my skull and I let out a strangled moan at the impact. Before I could even fully register what had happened, he hit me again and I remember feeling the cold, white tiles against my face before being engulfed by darkness.

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[SF] The Extravagant Execution of Edward Ernesto Ellington de Manuel - Part II

(Link to first part found here.)

The ice melts in the night and in the morning he makes me clean again. He pours the water out and brings me fresh cut cubes daily. He is cautious and careful, but he has spilled my tray twice already. For two nights I have had to go without ice, without breath. Because of it, I have heard the sounds of another world—like foxes in the night. And yet, he is quite fond of me; he feeds me many tasty treats. I have no need for it (for I am full-grown), and yet, I thirst, I hunger. Mastication brings me much pleasure.

Yelling is futile. For this, I give him credit. If I scream, he locks me up. And if I cry, he starves me. I have tried to whisper when he feeds me, but he is keen even to that. He keeps his fingers on my lips and studies me. After supper, it is back on with the towel.

She comes to see him in the night, skin pressed upon skin. Have they no shame? She is old enough to be his mother. She seems not to mind his wound. She presses her thumbs against the mango, loosening up the fruit, until a hole she bites at one end. Then she drips it down his throat.

At night, I dream of walking: great long dreams where I am walking with long stride down green pastures. Mountains rise in the distance and my arms swing freely beneath warm sun. There is not a person around me, but I am not alone. I am walking and I am walking and I do not know where. When I wake, I am sure of movement. I reach for the dark in front of me, but my arms are not there. My legs neither.

I should like to record my thoughts. I cannot write them, but I can think them. Like this, I shall keep them.

For the fourth time in half as many days, Edward struggled to get a hold of the doctor on the ward. And this was not for lack of effort. If nothing else, Edward was a resilient and hardheaded individual, the combination of which had undoubtedly contributed to his lengthy stay at the hospital, after his repeated insistence that it was the voices in his head that had told him to grab that butter knife and lunge across the breakfast table at his grandfather on that fateful winter morning and not his own will.

It was Dr. K however, the chief psychiatrist of the building, who remained an elusive man on the wards, seen only in moments of great crisis, or to use the back door when traveling from the fourth floor to the ground floor to escape the lascivious looks of one Miss Aldine Hutchinson, perhaps the eldest patient on the whole campus who was convinced of her betrothal to Dr. K and was always eager to remind him quite audibly in the hallway, in full detail, of their passionate and lengthy lovemaking affairs in the back of her father’s red Ford Ranchero.

But now, Edward had the doctor in sight. He was attending to Benedita Benedita, a small old woman who was almost taller in width than in length, and seemed to balance on the floor with the delicacy of an egg atop a kitchen counter. Behind the wall Edward stood watching her however, there was hardly a soft-shelled thing about her. True to the telenovela style, she was weeping and screaming about her cheating ex-husband and lamenting about the men she could have lain with, but had not, out of pious virtue to her savior Jesus Christ. And now, in a vain attempt at retribution, she was stripping her clothes off in the middle of the hallway to see if she might make up for lost time.

“Sex,” she said, dragging her fingers down her outstretched leg, “was all he eva wanted.”

Dr. K did the honorable thing in that moment and stepped up to the front of the group of men surrounding her in the hallway, all of whom were equipped with gloves and ready to restrain her if necessary, and all of whom were doing their best to avert their eyes as she started to pull up on her dress, revealing more and more of her pale old body.

“Benedita Benedita,” said Dr. K, approaching her with a smile, “we’re going to give you some medication now, is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” she said, suddenly aware of her surroundings, “this is just a body.”

Her fingers walked all the way down towards the bottom of her dress where fringe met air before she grabbed at the fabric and pulled the dress up over her head in one fluid motion until she stood naked in the hallway. Edward could not see it, but he could feel the silence emanating from the crowd.

“And a body,” she said, throwing her dress to the ground, “is not nothing.”

Dr. K gave the signal and the men went in, two on the arms and two on the legs. She pushed her body down towards the ground and swung her weight out to make it difficult for them to carry her, but they wrapped their arms tight around her and lifted her down the hall.

“You need mind!” she screamed out beneath their grip. “Clean, pure mind!”

“Thank you Benedita,” said Dr. K as they carried her into the seclusion room.

“He knows!” she continued. “He knows!”

After the door closed, Edward knew he didn’t have much time before Dr. K made his exit out the back door. And so Edward headed straight for the door, knowing full well that Dr. K would soon be there himself. And he was.

As Edward’s hand reached for the door handle, he bumped shoulders with Dr. K.

“What?” said Dr. K, continuing for the door without looking up.

Edward reached into his pocket and pulled out a letter he had written, but Dr. K was too busy operating the keypad on the side of the door to notice. So he creased the end of the letter with his thumb and forefinger and hit Dr. K on the arm with it, hoping to grab his attention. But that too did not work.

“Not now Edward,” he said, pushing the letter away, “not now.”

Not wanting to waste any more time, Edward pushed himself in front of Dr. K and stood in front of the doorway, arms out stretched across the frame, preventing Dr. K’s escape.

“What?” said Dr. K, looking up at him for the first time.

Edward handed him the letter, and after a long, steady pause, Dr. K took it.

Sir:

The immediate blunt salutation caught Dr. K’s attention and demanded he bring this letter closer to his eyes for a further and more detailed examination.

I understand you are a very busy man these days with work and family life, and so for both your convenience and mine, I will make this as brief as possible: I have cut off my own head.

The doctor stopped now and looked up at Edward to inspect him. Edward felt this too, the cold stare of inquisitive medical eyes, scanning his body for any deformities, any peculiarities. It made him uncomfortable, but Edward did his best to maintain a rigid and erect pose, allowing the doctor to appreciate his headlessness once and for good. After what felt like only a cursory look however, the doctor went on.

Do not be alarmed. I have taken all necessary sterilization precautions and I can say with full confidence that the amputation was a success. Blood was lost, but life was gained.

At times, I thought that only by self-destruction could I hope to rid myself of the relentlessly advancing voices within me, in my eardrums and in my pulse. But I was wrong.

Gone are the debilitating thoughts that kept me the prisoner of indecision and paranoia for most of my adult life. I am no longer tormented by the voices that have either pressured me into acting irrationally, or stymied me into cowardice. I feel confident. I am confident. I have made positive choices for myself—choices that I believe will help me lead an independent and successful life in the outside world.

For these reasons, I am requesting my release from this facility. I no longer need hospital services because I have successfully removed that which has afflicted me.

I understand that my case needs to be reviewed by the board before any decision be made, but I wanted to speak with you directly first, hoping that you could help me campaign for my release.

I hope this letter finds you well.

In good health,

E.E.E. de M.

Dr. K stood staring at the repeating ‘E’ of Edward’s signature, spiraling down the page with speeding abandon, for quite some time before folding up the letter and tucking it away neat inside his left breast pocket.

“Come,” he said.

He led Edward in to the small treatment room down the hall and sat Edward on a black stool in the center of the room before examining his crusted stump beneath tight-fitted gloves and a snow-white surgical mask.

“Hmmm,” said Dr. K, adjusting the light’s arm until Edward could feel the warmth of its glow beating against his healing skin. “How, simple.”

Though he could not see it either, the colonies of pale lobate microbes were still there on his neck, replicating and dividing with exponential rapidity, visible only as a faint streak of yellow, masked mostly by the luminance of Dr. K’s bright light.

“And how it smells!” he said, pulling his head back from Edward’s neck, the sight of which had gotten much worse as tender brown scabs started to form over the wound.

Dr. K stood up now and took Edward’s arm between his own hands, running his fingers into his palm.

“Now when I press down, you push up. Okay?”

Edward did not understand the meaning of the question, but he understood the interrogative and nodded his neck accordingly.

“Good.”

And when the doctor pressed down on Edward’s arm, Edward pushed up out of sheer instinct.

“And when I push up, you press down.”

And so Edward did again.

“Very good.”

He let Edward’s arm rest back down at his side as he took two steps back to analyze him. He held his chin between his two forefingers for just a moment before pulling off his gloves and tossing them into the trash.

“You have a very unusual case here, Mr. Ellington.”

Dr. K walked over to the desk and pulled out a small notepad and pen.

“Now I am not going to make you any promises,” he said, uncapping his pen, “but I think we might have a chance.”

Edward stood up straight from his stool, walked over to Dr. K and shook his hand. Something about the tone of his voice communicated a sense of optimism and hope for Edward, the likes of which he had not heard for some time.

“Until then,” he said, handing Edward his note, “lots of ice, and lots of rest.”

Edward took the doctor’s note and walked out the door. For the first time in many years, he felt proud. He was beginning to feel capable again, capable of executing and following through with his plans, no matter how absurd or daunting they might have seemed to him initially. He had much to be happy about. He was not there yet, but he was on a path.

The length of Edward’s fortuitous path was cut short and hard as he walked back to his room and discovered that his once treasured head was now missing. He looked on top of the bed, under the bed, along the sides of the bed, behind his nightstand, inside of and outside of and on top of and underneath his tall wooden cabinet, in the small spaces between the walls and the floor of his room, going so far as to scour the ground on his hands and knees, feeling for any traces of dried blood but finding none at all, before finally accepting that his head was truly gone. And it was.

Escape was out of the question. He had treated the head well, given it a good home, cleaned it, fed it, and even shaved it when its beard grew past its lips. Apart from a few minor incidents, the head had never complained to him once. He had no reason to believe that the head wanted any type of life for itself other than the one he had given it. Instead, he thought for certain that someone had stolen it.

It was not unusual for things to go missing on this ward or on any ward in this hospital—pens, pants, pills, socks, shoes and skirts, spools of yellow masking tape, magazines and necklaces, earrings, headphones, pillows, pillow sheets, fitted sheets, bed sheets and paper sheets, all had a long history of unequal distribution amongst the patients on this unit, whether their proprietors allowed it or not. A commodity as unique and interesting as a live severed head would have undoubtedly been a high prize for any feasting eyes.

Edward was surprised he had not anticipated this earlier. Though he always made sure to lock the cabinet every time he took the head out, he had no reason to believe that anyone would come snooping around his room ever since that night almost seven years ago when, after stepping out to the bathroom, two other patients decided to ransack his room and discovered that apart from his single pair of brown leather shoes, Edward Ellington had no possessions of any real value. Since then, petty thieveries were but a distant memory.

With the severed head, however, things were different. Someone could have easily heard the head screaming down the hall and stumbled into his room and come to investigate without his ever knowing it because he lacked the necessary eyes and ears to be a vigilant watch. He was an easy target now and he had slipped.

He checked the cabinet once more, but all he found was the warped aluminum tray, now filled with lukewarm water, sitting in his cabinet behind an undamaged lock. Somehow, he must have left it open. Retrieval would not be easy for Edward, especially without his eyes and ears, but it was a task he needed to undertake, and one in which he knew exactly with whom to speak first—The Hunt.

Part of The Hunt’s named derived from his ability to do just that—hunt. He had a penchant for late night shopping in patient rooms and he was a well-known hoarder, collecting almost anything he could pick up, from hair clips to pen caps, just to have it. To a man locked inside a psychiatric ward, ownership was a status symbol. It indicated competence and sound mental acuteness, no matter what the object was, and was always worn proudly for all to see, no matter how incongruous it looked. As Edward started down the hall towards The Hunt’s room however, he was interrupted by the faint familiar sound of Lynda Carter’s pure silver anklets dancing about her feet.

“Mr. Ellington,” she said, taking a step towards him.

Edward had grown suspicious of Lynda. She was still very kind to him, bringing him fruits in the night and even singing to him when lonesome bouts hit hard, but she had still not said one word to him about his headlessness. In some ways, he appreciated this— her acceptance of his new-formed state without any question or ridicule—but he wondered why she had never once asked him about it. Such silence was suspicious.

“Your tray is getting cold, sir.”

Despite this, there was something comforting about her tone that Edward could not help but enjoy. So he followed her into the day hall where dinner was being served and sat behind the big round beveled plastic table that stood in the center of the room.

“Cranberry or apple?” she asked, after bringing him his tray of stuffed sole and steamed vegetables.

A slow stream of blood dripped down Edward’s neck and landed onto his tray.

“Oh I forgot,” she said, after watching the drop splatter across his broccoli, “you’re not talking.”

It was not uncommon for patients to go days, weeks and even months without talking to a single staff member or peer. Depression was common on the ward, and in its worst moments, it afflicted patients so severely that many walked down the halls with their eyes rolled up the ends of their sleeves and their lips bunched up in the bottom of their pockets, just to avoid those brief passing pleasantries in the hallways, even with those they once enjoyed speaking with. Because of these episodes, Lynda Carter always carried with her a pen and paper in case any patient was bent on being silent.

“Let’s try it again,” she said, laying the pen and paper out in front of him, “cranberry or apple?”

Edward took the pen, grabbed the paper and wrote down in large block letters: “I LOST MY HEAD.” He capped the pen and, together with the slip of paper, handed it back to Lynda Carter who, after one quick glance, crumpled up the paper between her fingers. Delusions and hallucinations were so common on this ward that this message struck her as nothing but ordinary.

“Excuse me,” she said, suddenly turning towards the room of patients awaiting their dinner trays, “has anybody seen Mr. Ernesto’s head? It has black hair, brown eyes, and a big crooked nose.”

A few patients laughed. One woman thought that she heard her name called for dinner and had to be repeatedly informed that in fact her name had already been called ten minutes ago before a thin young woman in jeans piped up from the back.

“Nobody wants to fucking hear it,” she said, getting up from her seat. “I got enough damn problems with this big bitch crawling up my back that I don’t need any god damn missing heads to think about, alright?”

Her harsh tone cut the laughter in the room as she paced up and down the day hall, running worry up the tips of her fingers.

“Yes ma’am,” said Lynda Carter.

She pulled up a seat next to Edward and, taking a plastic knife and fork in hand, cut up his food into finely chopped pieces.

“Here,” she said, pulling back the washcloth covering his neck, “open up.”

His esophagus spread open like some amphibious creature and she scooped in the pieces of stuffed sole without the least bit of hesitation.

“Smells like pig’s feet,” said the pacing young woman.

“Mmmm,” said Lynda Carter, “I love pig’s feet.”

As the food descended down Edward’s esophagus in short, strong bursts of smooth muscular contractions, The Hunt appeared in the day hall carrying his tray against the soft glow of the setting sun, seen through the barred windows behind him.

“I’d take out me left eye just to spend a night wit you, Miss Lynda Carter,” he said, taking a seat at the table next to Edward and her.

Though just as common as the fantasies and the delusions circulating the halls, The Hunt’s thinly veiled sexual comments were greeted with neither joke nor wit, but a lone middle finger, standing tall and proud from Lynda Carter, for The Hunt to see in a language she knew he understood.

“I wish I had two tongue, two mouth, and two head,” he said, unmoved by her defense, “just ta lick ya up wit.”

Bursting out from his sorrow-shrunken frame, Edward stood up from his seat and walked over to The Hunt, convinced that he was making some snide remark about his own lost head.

“Wat you want?” asked The Hunt, looking up at Edward who was a good foot taller than him.

Edward wanted to scream, to yell, to say something to him to find out where his head was, but he couldn’t. Instead, he grabbed The Hunt by his shirt and picked him up from his chair.

“Get off!” yelled The Hunt.

He lifted The Hunt off his chair and held him a good two inches above the ground. As he stood there, watching The Hunt squirm beneath his fingers, he realized that he would have never dared to approach, much less grab The Hunt, had his head been still fixed atop his shoulders. But now, lacking that vestigial appendage, he was incensed and inflamed to act on first instinct, without long ponderous thought, that heavy burden that weighed him at every turn, and, according to Edward, never served him much good at all. This newfound energy was a rush of relief that invigorated Edward down to his core. But before he could revel in his newly discovered powers, he felt another deep rumbling within his chest—the whining swell of the emergency alarm ringing from the loudspeakers overhead.

He worried. In his years at the hospital, he had heard and seen the alarm go off for several patients on the ward, but never for him. Edward was well behaved and, apart from his own delusions, he never harmed anyone or caused anybody any serious problems. Grave moral questions started to surge through his blood as he let The Hunt go and started to walk backwards, unable to see or hear anything around him, save the rumbling vibrations felt in his chest as the emergency alarm system rang overhead.

But soon, he felt them. They came down from the stairs with their gloves ready and gathered around him like birds of prey. He was backed in and, fearful of what might come next, grabbed one of the plastic trays and threw it out across the table. Pieces of chopped carrots and salted broccoli landed all across the table as the tray sailed across to the room. Then he was taken down. They lifted him up and carried him in to the restraint room without much of a fighting chance.

When Edward came to his limbs were bound up, red against white, white against blue, blue against red. It was a long and narrow room, not much wider than the width of the bed he was strapped up to, which was made narrower by the encroaching anxiety that bore down on him from all sides and seemed to slither in between the straps, pressing up against his skin. The same advancing fears and voices that plagued him for so many years still ran through his blood.

As he tried to wrangle himself free from the restraints, he heard the sound of strange and unfamiliar footfall approaching in the hallway. Of the quality of the shoes, he was certain. They were the black wing-tipped shoes of Dr. K, evinced by the low, deep sound of the slightly elevated back heels as foot hit ground. And yet, the rhythm was off. It was not the short, small, quick steps of the Dr. K he knew; they were slow, long, drawn out steps that were uneven and unfamiliar.

The steps grew louder and louder as they walked up to the door of the restraint room and stopped, creating an unsteady silence that rushed over Edward’s body.

“Mr. Ellington,” said the voice.

Stranger than the unfamiliar rhythm of the footfall was the hauntingly familiar sound of the voice that moved through the air and seemed to linger over Edward in that oppressive room. It was a voice he recognized well, but one which he could not identify exactly from where he knew it.

“I took you,” said the voice, approaching Edward with those long, drawn steps, “naked and hungry as you were.”

Even the cadence of his words, the way his tone rose, swelled and lingered on the hard stresses, was all familiar to Edward as the voice took seat on a stool beside his bed and sat looking over Edward’s body.

“And I cherished you,” he said, cleaning the few streaks of running blood from Edward’s neck with the dry end of the washcloth.

Edward was sure of this voice, he knew he knew it, but he was not accustomed to listening to it as he did now.

“But perhaps,” the man went on, “too indulgently.”

And then it hit him. The way the voice drew out the sound of the consonants was very familiar to Edward because that was the way he spoke. The sound, the tone, the cadence, they were all patterns Edward used in his speech. Indeed, he recognized it now; the voice emanating from this man was Edward’s own voice.

“Is it this which makes you so rebellious towards me?”

Edward lunged up in bed, but his arms and feet were still tied down so that only his headless torso shot up, the surprise of which startled the man and sent his back straight up against the wall.

“You have no right to complain, Edward,” said the man, now smiling.

Blood pumped through Edward’s body as his arms and legs fought against the straps.

“For too long, I provided you with an abundance of my powers.”

The man approached the bed once more, undaunted by Edward’s fighting body.

“But now,” said the man, approaching even closer, “it is my pleasure to draw back my hand.”

Edward pulled at the straps with such force that the bed shook beneath his arms, but he could still not break free from the restraints.

“Who’s that making all this noise in here?” said a small young nurse, shuffling into the room.

“Please,” said the doctor, letting his eyes fall to the ground, “this man has cut off his head.”

A look of terror drew across the nurse’s face as if suddenly, for the first time, able to see that Edward had in fact cut off his own head. And she saw it now, the gruesome and graphic sight of his swollen, infected neck as the blood ran down his shoulders.

“He needs immediate attention,” said the doctor.

The nurse took off down the hall in search of more assistance while the doctor turned back to Edward who was busy trying to free his left hand from the strap.

“Here,” said the doctor, unfastening the strap for him, “feel it.”

He freed Edward’s arm and took his hand in his, letting him feel the contours of his own face on another’s body. The crooked nose, the shrunken eyes, and even the thin-penciled lips, were all Edward’s. He traced his fingers along the neck, searching for any stitches or cuts, but there were none. It was a perfect transplant.

As his fingers walked along the head’s neck, Edward started to close his grip around the man’s neck. His thumb wrapped around one side of the neck and his forefingers came around the other until he made a strong clamp around the man’s neck.

The doctor tried to pull away, to push Edward’s hand away, but he was confined to the short and feeble body of Dr. K, pitted against Edward’s large and powerful hands that wrapped their length around his neck.

The doctor hit out at Edward with his other free hand, punching and punching Edward’s chest until specks of blood sprayed out of his neck, hitting the wall behind him, but Edward still held on.

His grip tightened around the man’s neck and the airway started to close, crushing the cartilage beneath his fingers.

He wanted so much to see this, to witness the strangling of his own head as the face started to purple and blue, but it was then that the nurse came running back with more men for assistance and pried Edward’s fingers loose from the doctor’s head.

“The injection!” cried the doctor, recovering his breath.

The nurse pulled out the small syringe and with the help of the men holding down Edward’s limbs, delivered him the injection. He writhed and fought under their weight, kicking and moving, but it was not long before the medicine worked its way through his system and slowed his heart to a calming rhythm.

He lay in bed now, unsure if he was dreaming or still awake, feeling the rumbling of his ribs as the voices crowded around him in bed and seeped down his limbs and into the tips of his fingers until he felt them close tight around his chest.

Time ran on. At every turn, Edward was met with the calculated strength of Dr. K and his newly affixed head, always eager to advocate for locked seclusion and more injections after any of Edward’s outbursts, which were becoming more and more frequent as he tried to explain to patients and staff around him that this doctor was not who he said he was, that he was an impostor who had taken his head and attached it to Dr. K’s body. But, like all other delusions on the ward, this too was cast aside and locked away.

From staff and peers, he was treated as just another invalid. He was catered to as much as any other patient was, given fair and adequate attention, but nothing ever above or beyond ordinary. He was put on a chopped diet, iced four times a day, and even given neck massages to soothe the pain down his back, and yet, he was certain that he was being talked about. He couldn’t hear them or understand what these voices said, but he knew they were slandering his name. He felt it in the way they helped him, in the long pauses after he asked them for more food, or the sudden silences after he asked them for help in the shower. And when he asked them for more medications, he was sure they took him for a fiend.

His infection only worsened. The pale lobate microbes had spread and killed much tissue, causing the area around his neck to turn black and green with necrosis. He wore a large bandage of gauze over the wound, but it did little to mask its pungent odors. This only isolated him more from staff and peers who did their best to avoid his sight, his smell.

Nobody seemed to care for him except for Lynda Carter, who still came to visit him at night despite the smell of his wound. Sitting there now by his side in bed, watching as the infection spread across his body, she raised one hand up over her shoulder and rested her arm atop her head, letting her fingers fall loose around her ear as if in warm embrace. With her other free hand, she pointed at the large diamond ring on her finger and sang to him a small song in a small voice.

“I love my diamond ring, I love my diamond ring.”

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THE END.

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22 Tyrant

My room was just one floor down on the end near the staircase. While it was a spiral like the Arendelle castle, it too was plain, and looking like concrete. I've seen cheerier looking buildings in East Germany back in the day. What happened to her? I know she was a fast learner, but this? It defied explanation. They brought me down for dinner at the Queen's table. It was very long and black, with these ghastly crows feet looking chairs. Everything about this place had this dreary, foreboding feel. It literally sucked the energy from my body.

She sat at the far end,... good. It's so far away you'd need an intercom to have a conversation, and the only thing I want to tell her right now is how much I want to wrap my fingers around her neck, and snap it like a chickens.

"More food!, where are my servants?!" She ate like a pig, it was disgusting. Although she made my stomach turn, I knew I had to eat. I'm not making that mistake again. Even with replicators and robots at her disposal, she had several female handmaidens. They were probably working for release of their mates out of the dungeons. She was continuously screaming at them, how can she possibly treat people in this manner? Anger seethed in my brain, I can't wait until I can finish her. "If you don't mind, I'd like to be excused, Queen Anna." "Very well,... guards!, escort the Prince to his room. And be ready by noon tomorrow, I have a special treat just for you." Then she gave me a wink, God I hope it wasn't more sex.

In my room I had time to think, to come up with a plan. But I've never had to instigate a coup d'état. She would be hard to get close to, except during sexcapades. I was checked for weapons just before I entered the Queens chambers, could I snap her neck before the guards rush me? They were watching very carefully today, apparently they can tell the difference between rough and death. Time to study the room, I pulled the curtains back only to find a window that was molded into the wall. It looked like ice, the irony was not lost on me. It was somewhat opaque, so I only knew daytime and nighttime. Unlike most of this hell hole, there was some decor here, A normal lamp with a shade, the bed was covered with a dark blue comforter and sheets, with a ruffly pillow. The walls were a plain tan color, but like in the movie, they had wainscotting with a border going around the perimeter. Hmmm, there has to be a reason for this, what was this about? Wait! Now I remember! I ready a story about secret passages that was a feature of all castles. If you wanted to survive, that is.

Castles got attacked, and having a hidden way out could mean the difference between life and death. Hmmm, this could be tough. with replication tech, they could make a nearly seamless doorway. I've got time on my hands, but only so much. These people are suffering. So the doorway wall can be eliminated, it's too thin for a passage, it may also be in the floor, or part of the bathroom. So I started pouring over every square centimeter of the place. Six hours or so and nothing. The bad news is I don't know if their spying on me right now. I have to try. I have to save them.

This is my fault. I created that monster. Is my own mind like that?, is there a tyrant laying in wait if I ever get into a position of power? Is this the work of the Blue Haired Girl? Within a year and a half, she has an iron grip over these people. Soon there will be children, what will their lives be like under the thumb of that evil bitch? Hopefully they'll have the good sense to not reproduce. But humans being what they are...

Just before I was ready to pass out, I found a chink. The baseboard near the bath door in the corner had a slight indentation in the top, I bet I looked at this piece seven times. As I pressed down on it, a short section of the baseboard folded out, it appeared seamless before. At the bottom of the paneling, was a cutout that I could put my fingers in. On the backside was a latch, but what if it was booby trapped? I had to take the chance, this has to stop. Only it's gonna' be real hard to kill her if I'm dead.

Here goes nothing, click! The tiny doorway opened. It was behind the bathtub, and all the plumbing could be seen. There were no lights inside, but the reading lamp on the nightstand was self powered. It was an awkward size, but beggars can't be choosers. The bad news was it was getting late, although I had to see if it would take me to the Queen's chamber. Here we go. It was tight, I would yet again curse my new beef-cakiness. I left the shade as a marker to my room.

Thank God this building was new, one sneeze from a bunch of dust and it's over. I must accomplish this, she must die. Her death would have to be swift, so I'm going to need a weapon of some kind.

At the end of the passage was a tight spiral stairway, going both up and down. What to do? I'll go down first, just to explore. I'd have a better chance of finding a weapon by going down.

OK, all the way down, dungeon level. I was faced with the same narrow passage. The first door I came to had voices on the other side, so I kept going. Three doors down and silence. I waited a few minutes just to be sure. Click... It opened into what appeared to be officers quarters. same dinginess as everywhere. But I don't remember seeing any human soldiers. besides, there just aren't that many humans to start with. Do the Aliens hang out in here?

Looking around there doesn't appear to be....Wait!, a knife! Oh, I can't believe my luck. Twenty centimeters of blade ought to do the trick, to pierce thru that cold, black heart. I take it and leave quickly. There's no time left. I need a few hours of sleep, just to keep up appearances. I must be patient, but every fiber of muscle longs to plunge this blade in her.

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"Bring forth the next couple." Queen Anna decided to parade all her subjects before us to swear allegiance to the new future king. She had them all in a makeshift pen inside the courtyard. I hope someone has the courage to tell her what to do with that allegiance. I very quickly regretted that thought.

"Do you swear your allegiance to the King and Queen before you?" "No,.. we do not. This is not what we prayed for. We prayed for deliverance, not to be brought before the Devil!" "Guards, seize them! And give him twenty lashes. Make sure she watches." No, she cannot possibly be this sadistic. I was wrong. The Clankers just didn't have quite the wrist action needed for a good flogging, and it was not painful enough for the Queen.

"UGHHH!!, do I have to do everything myself?! You tin cans suck!, gi'me that!" So she started to beat the man herself, and she was way too good at it, every lash had him screaming, and his mate matching his screams. "I will grind every single one of you insects under my heel until I have ALL your loyalty." My eyesight started to fade as I was nearly passing out. But I sat there starring at this stoically, my fading vision my only saving grace. My blood was boiling in my silent rage. All I could see now is that blade piercing her between the ribs.

"Now take him down to the dungeon and put him in the rack, he looks like he could use a good stretch, and make sure.....wait, put her in the other rack, and put them face to face, let's see who's arm pops out first!" This is the worst horror imaginable, she has gone completely mad.

 I...MUST...STOP...HER.

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I had to service her again, that was my sole role now, Boy Toy. I made it as boring as possible, and we never said a word. I didn't eat with her tonight, and I thanked my lucky stars. So they just threw some bread in my room, I guess the Queen was displeased with my performance. No matter, I only had a few hours to live anyway. Once it was dark, I crawled thru the passage, and went up this time.  I counted the meters hoping I could get close. She was easy to find, her drunken yelling at the servants gave her away.

So I waited. I suffered thru a few hours of silence then I cracked opened the tiny door. Jackpot! It was the queens chamber. I waited a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the light. The ship was in orbit of a gas giant for refueling, so there was plenty of light. Besides, I wanted her to know who her attacker was before she died. There was no movement in the room, I assumed she kept the orbs out, there was no need to spy on her, she was working for them. This was it. I crept up to her bed and waited, if she cried out, the guards would be in here before I could finish her. I didn't care about after. I knew I was going to die, but I didn't care. I was dead a long time ago.

I leaped up on the bed, covering her mouth and pinning her arms with my knees. As her eyes opened I could see the fear in them, I wanted to relish this moment for as long as I could, but it only brought back the memory of happier times, as I saw the tears in those big, beautiful eyes form. But there was no time to relive the past- my life is finished- and it was time for her to taste my blade. "I swear I love you, but your days of tyranny are over!"

So I took my hand from her mouth, it joined the other hand on the handle on the knife, and I plunged the blade into her chest as hard as I could.