#i hope its not fucking extra to give him a card in addition to giving him a cake alongside my friendddd

[yutadori]

eeeee just got the utensils for my professor's cake tomorrow AND a card awawawawawa isnskssnsksjsjs

[trentaafcsblog]

Ménage À Trois

Mason Mount & Ben Chilwell

You’re smirking at yourself in the mirror as you stand and admire your body. A burgundy lace lingerie set just about covering the parts that you want it to, although there’s still enough skin poking through the gaps in the material to make it even more sexy than it already is. You’re turning to the side slightly to catch a glimpse of your ass, smirking at how good it looks thanks to the style of thong that you’re wearing, the waistband resting perfectly on the tops of your hips and simultaneously accentuating your curves in the most incredible way. Your boobs look fucking insane too. Both of them spilling out over the top of your bra and jiggling with each movement, yet there’s still enough held in cups to allow your nipples to poke through the lace and offer a glimpse of what’s hiding underneath to any prying eyes. 

You’re combing your fingers through your blow-dried curls once you’ve finished adjusting your underwear. Letting them be dragged down with the movement of your hands before they’re springing back up again, taking a more natural appearance the more you play around with them. Applying a thin layer of lip gloss to your pouted lips before you’re going in for several more coats, quickly realising that one isn’t going to be enough if your mouth will be working in the ways that you’d suggested in your little group chat of three, adding layer upon layer in the hope that your lips are still glossy by the end of tonight, although you’re still not convinced. You’re adding a couple more coats of waterproof mascara too, hoping that it stays on your lashes should any tears happen to escape, but your thoughts are quickly drawing to an end when the sound of tyres crunching on the gravel outside forces you out of your mind. Sprinting over to the window and clocking the familiar Range Rover pulling up on the drive - an indicator that your dream is only a few seconds away - before you’re fumbling around in the bottom draw in your wardrobe. Retrieving the tiniest little vibrator that you can find and slipping it into the crotch of your panties, hitting the ‘on’ button and letting it hum against your clit before you’re racing back across the room to grab your silk robe. Tying it around your body and taking a deep breath before making your way down the stairs, the knocks from your guests greeting you just as your foot hits the bottom step.

“Afternoon” you smile, a strand of hair being curled around your index finger as you lean against the door frame and look your guests up and down. “You okay, boys?” you ask as they both nod their heads in unison, their eyes fixated on your tits which suddenly become much more visible thanks to a gust of wind from outside, the thin material of your robe blowing up to reveal more of your skin.

“Did you just come to stare at me?” you’re questioning after a few seconds, your words snapping them both out of their trance and causing them to almost fight over who gets through the front door first as they barge their way in. Ben reaching you before Mason does as he crouches down in front of you and throws your body over his shoulder, leaving Mason to follow you both back up the stairs whilst you make a ‘grabby hands’ motion in his direction. Letting out a little giggle when he picks up on the faint buzzing feeling that’s penetrating the material of his t-shirt thanks to the way that your legs are crossed over him, pushing your vibrator down into his skin and giving him an insight into the kind of girl you are, not that he needs any hints.

You’re sitting yourself down on the edge of your bed once you’ve made it to your room. Watching the boys strip off as they throw their clothes around the room in an attempt to get undressed and ready for what’s to come as quickly as possible. Boxers, socks and joggers littering the carpet and revealing what was hidden underneath, their tanned bodies obviously sculpted by the gods and their cocks now standing to attention after a few harsh tugs, helped by the sight of you squeezing your tits before them. 

“What you gonna do to me then…daddies?” you giggle, emphasising the plural of the nickname as you shuffle backwards slightly and spread your legs. Pushing your thong to the side and letting your breath hitch at the slight icy sensation that your fingertips bring when they start tracing along your folds. Two of them threatening to dip into your hole as you look up at Mase and Ben with the most lust-filled eyes, begging them to talk dirty so that you can get an insight into their not-so-innocent minds.

And god, they’re not disappointing. Reeling off a whole list of filthy scenarios that elicit a bead of pre-cum to run out of the slit in their cocks each time they imagine their thoughts with the person sat before them. Your pussy on the verge of exploding as you sit and stroke your fingers up and down it in time with the boys’ voices, occasionally pumping two digits inside when they make reference to the box of sex toys that you’ve left out on your bedside table for them to use, whining and moaning as you watch them poke around and admire the extra additions to the bedroom. 

“I think that’s enough time wasted, don’t you, ya horny little slut” Mase growls as he takes a step towards you, clearly having enough of seeing you getting yourself off to his and Ben’s thoughts as he bats your hand away from your pussy and pulls your legs so that you slide closer to him. Letting go when you’re almost hanging off the bed and instructing you to get on all fours for him as he stands before you, his cock twitching in anticipation before you’re reaching out with one hand and gently cupping his balls. Looking up at him as he nudges Ben and encourages him to get behind you, a squeal escaping your mouth when your panties get ripped away from your body and a harsh slap hits your ass cheek.

“You’re not stopping ‘til I say so” Mason’s telling you as you just about manage to nod your head before Ben’s tongue starts licking a hot stripe along your core, the heat from his mouth eliciting a little whimper which Mase quickly puts an end to when he thrusts forward and completely fills your mouth with his cock. The tip hitting the back of your throat and causing tears to spring to your eyes as you start bobbing your head up and down in order to try and relieve the burning sensation in your throat. The stimulation at both ends of your body causing a series of moans to escape around Mason’s shaft, a feeling that just turns him on more than ever because he knows that he’s not the one making you feel that way, as he watches you slowly start to rock your hips back and forth against Ben’s face. His hands coming up to grip onto the sides of your body as he laps away at your arousal, making a series of slurping noises as he swallows your sweet juices, a contrast to the saltiness that’s coating your tongue as you swirl it around the head of Mason’s cock. His pre-cum seeping into your mouth and mixing with your saliva before you’re breaking the suction for a second to spit the little concoction back onto his swollen head, watching it dribble down the rest of his length before you’re going back in and making this the sloppiest blowjob of his life. Spit dribbling down your chin and making its way through the canal between your boobs, some of it travelling as far as your nipples as Mase stands and watches it drip off and soak into your bedsheets - a sight he could watch a million times over as he grabs a fistful of your hair and pushes you further and further down his length in an attempt to encourage the same sight. 

Mason’s practically fucking your face as you gag and splutter around him, tears trickling down your cheeks as he reaches out and captures the moment with the Polaroid camera that you’d also left out for them to use. The little photo printing itself out of the top and mirroring exactly what’s going on in front of him, letting the image replace reality as he holds it in front of you, giving himself a few seconds to admire it before your whines and whimpers cause the piece of card to slip from between his fingers and spiral onto the floor. Your orgasm approaching as you grip onto his hips to steady yourself and start grinding down against Ben’s face, desperate for a release since he’s been licking away at your core for what feels like an eternity. Pulling your mouth away from Mason’s cock to focus on what’s happening to your pussy as your eyes start rolling back into your head, a string of spit still attaching your bottom lip to the purple tip of his length, connecting the two of you in the most intimate way.

“Oh my fucking goddd” you’re whining as Ben’s lips form a suction around your clit, your orgasm building more and more with each sucking motion as you start begging him to give you what you’re dying for. The knot in your stomach on the verge of snapping just as he pulls away and denies you of that release. And you’re about to complain but he’s going back to edge you again, and then again, and then again, and fifth time lucky you’re finally cumming. Your clit palpitating against his tongue as he lays and feels you twitch against him, wanting to scream his name for the whole town to hear but Mason’s clearly got other ideas.

“Didn’t tell ya to stop, did I?” he’s saying harshly before entering your mouth again mid-orgasm. Thrusting into you and chasing his own release considering he’s now more horny than ever after seeing one of his best mates make you cum. Grunting with each thrust and getting Ben to come and watch as tears start soaking your cheeks again. Mase leaning forward to wipe them away with his thumb before he’s gripping the sides of your face and fucking your mouth at the most ridiculous speed. Your coughs and splutters egging him on as he halts against the back of your throat and releases his load, giving you no option other than to swallow as the salty fluid starts trickling down your already-stinging throat. Gulping it down with a small whimper before he’s muttering ‘good girl’ and letting you pull away to catch your breath.

“Think we should use one of these now, don’t you?” Ben’s smirking as he starts poking through the box of sex toys, pressing the buttons on a few of them to see which one looks like it will cause the most trouble once it’s in action. Settling for a pink rabbit vibrator that he then passes over to Mase for him to control with the remote, encouraging you to lay down in the middle of the bed as he gets comfy beside you. “You gonna tell her what to do, Mase?” he’s asking before attaching his lips to one of your nipples, obviously doing it on purpose because he knows you’ll hardly be able to concentrate when he’s busy sucking away at your skin.

“I’m gonna be in charge of his” he’s telling you, the tone of his voice dominating and assertive as he presses one of the buttons on the remote. Holding the vibrator up so that it’s in your line of sight and you can watch the little ears fluttering around whilst the shaft rotates in mid-air. And you’re almost cumming when you make direct eye contact with him and he pushes the tip into his mouth, soaking it with his spit before lining it up with your entrance. Holding it so that it’s just touching the outside of your hole and the vibrations are teasing you whilst he carries on giving you instructions. “And you’re gonna be wanking Ben off and telling us both all of those filthy things that go on in that dirty little mind of yours” he’s whispering, waiting for you to nod your head in response before he’s spreading your folds apart with his fingers and inserting the toy. Raising his eyebrows and signalling towards Ben as you move your hand away from your other boob and lick a stripe of saliva along your palm. Lowering it down until it’s firmly secured around Ben’s cock, and then you’re gently pumping your fist up and down. His mouth pulling away from your nipple as he moves to bury his head in the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin and littering it with tiny purple bruises. 

“Oh my god” you breathe when Mase starts fiddling around with the vibrator and attaches the bunny ears either side of your clit. Messing around with the speeds as they start pulsating against your sensitive nub, sending little waves of pleasure through your body and making your legs shake uncontrollably. You’re nearly seeing stars when he looks at you and aggressively starts pressing the ‘up’ arrow on the remote, the shaft now spiralling around inside you at the most incredible speed. The head brushing against your g-spot with each rotation and making your eyes water from the intense pleasure as you grip onto the bedsheets with your free hand. Ensuring that you keep pumping away at Ben’s cock, your hand slipping up and down his length whilst his pre-cum dribbles out of the tip and runs between your fingers. Occasionally rubbing your thumb over his swollen head, loving how he breaks away from your neck to let out a little sigh before groping your other tit even harder in response. 

“I’m not hearing your dirty thoughts” Mason’s growling as he threatens to increase the vibrations even more, his finger hovering above the set of buttons whilst he waits for you to open your mouth. 

“I wanna squirt all over your fat cock” you’re telling him as his teeth graze over his bottom lip, one hand now stroking his own dick as he lays at the end of the bed and encourages you to carry on. “Wanna see your cum dripping out of me for days after you’ve filled my little cunt up” you whimper as he quietly moans at the thought. “Such a little cum slut, aren’t ya?” he questions as you nod your head at him. “Want Ben to put a baby in me whilst I cream all over his huge cock” you’re saying as he hums against your neck, whispering ‘I’m sure I can do that, baby girl’ in your ear, just as Mase ups the speed of the toy. A combination of the pleasure to your core and Ben’s words causing you to let out the loudest moan before you start bucking your hips towards Mason who’s now nearing another orgasm after getting an insight into your filthy mind. Your hand still frantically pumping away at Ben’s length as he grunts and groans with each movement of your palm, knowing by the scrunching up of his face that he’s close as you blurt out ‘fill my mouth up’ and provide him with another insight into your ‘lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets’ demeanour. 

Sticking your tongue out for him as he gets on his knees and hovers above your mouth, tossing himself off for the last few seconds before he’s moaning at his release. Five spurts of seed landing on your tongue as you flick it over his tip to make sure that you’ve wiped away any remnants. Swirling his cum around in your mouth and humming at the saltiness before he’s leaning across you and grabbing the camera. “Open up” he’s saying as you stick your tongue out, a pool of white fluid laying on top of it as he captures the moment on a Polaroid, watching it print out of the top before he’s showing you the little photo. “Look at you, ya little whore” he’s whispering as you giggle at the photo and swirl his cum around one final time before swallowing it down and winking at him. 

Tilting your head to one side to get a glimpse at Mason as he lays there nearing his orgasm, a smirk on his face when he realises that you’re watching him. The bunny ears now fluttering against your clit at the highest speed as he tries to make the two of you reach your highs in unison. Your eyes beginning to water again when Ben pushes the end of the toy even further into your pussy, the head circling over your g-spot as you writhe around and beg for a release. “I’m gonna squirt” you squeal as Mason gets up and starts pumping himself over your pussy. His warm seed firing onto your clit with a groan of ‘fuck’, sending ripples through your body and pushing you closer to your own orgasm. A broken cry leaving your mouth as your face screws up and then relaxes again when your juices go splattering over both boys who are watching you from the end of the bed. Completely soaking their abs and upper thighs before you’re squeezing your pussy again, encouraging the same thing to happen once more. Both of them smirking at the sight as you grab the camera and take a photo from your viewpoint. The little Polaroid capturing your legs spread apart and the toy stuffed inside your pussy, with water droplets coating the cocks and torsos of the boys stood before you - a photo that immediately becomes your favourite.

Moaning when Mase pulls the toy out from in between your folds, admiring his seed on the little rabbit ears before he’s holding it in your direction and waiting for you to lick it clean. Your tongue flicking over the head as you hum at the taste of your juices, refusing to break the eye contact as you lick away at the ears and clean it of Mason’s cum. Both boys almost certain that their cocks are going to explode as they stand and watch you laying there with your legs spread apart, your entrance gaping slightly from where the toy has been buried inside of you as you suck the vibrator off. Your tongue completely ridding it of any remnants of Mason’s load before you’re sitting up and placing it back on your bedside table.

“I need you inside of me” you’re saying to Ben as you reach out towards him. “I’m empty...please” you pout as you give him your best puppy dog eyes. Although it hardly takes any begging for him to give you what you want. “Get on all fours then” he instructs as he helps you get into position, Mason coming around to the head of the bed and sitting opposite you as his palm starts stroking his cock once more. Cupping your face with his free hand and letting his tongue explore your mouth, fighting with yours whilst Ben gets to work at the other end. Letting out a small grunt when he spreads your ass cheeks apart to get a better view of your pussy, your arousal coating your inner thighs with a dampened glow as he begins to smirk at the sight. Biting down on Mason’s bottom lip when you feel Ben pushing himself into your tight little hole, whimpering as your walls begin to dilate around him and you can feel every single inch of his length. 

“Fuck” you’re breathing when he starts pounding into you, your ass bouncing against his abs with each thrust as he secures a firm grip on each cheek. Squeezing and slapping away at you and feeling a sense of pride when he sees a red outline of his hand starting to appear on your skin, knowing full well that you’re not going to be able to sit down for the next few days. Whimpering when Mase breaks the kiss to spit a bead of saliva onto the tip of his cock, trying to lean forward to continue exploring his mouth but he’s shuffling back to stop you. “Gotta tell daddy what you want him to do, it’s my turn next” he’s saying as you groan in desperation, dying to just have his lips pressed against yours for an extra second but instead he’s laying in front of you, tossing himself off and expecting you to talk dirty to him. 

“Just want you to coat my walls with your thick cum” you cry as Ben slaps your ass once more. “Want you to stuff me full of your cum and make my pussy all swollen” you tell him as Ben looks down and admires the ring of cream that’s forming at the base of his cock. Grunting at the sight of your pearlescent liquid as he scoops a bit up with his finger and makes Mason try it in front of you. “So fucking sweet for us, ain’t ya?” he hums as he moves the cream around his mouth with his tongue, spreading it around before swallowing and throwing his head back at the taste. Looking over your shoulder to see Ben with two fingers in his mouth, sucking your treat for him off his digits and winking at you when he sees you watching. “Fucking delicious” he’s saying before spanking you once again, his thumbs now digging into your hips as he grips onto you for dear life. Telling you to look back at Mason as he starts driving into you at the most ridiculous speed, your eyes disappearing into the back of your head and your tits swinging to and fro with each movement.

“Look at daddy” Mason’s whispering as you force yourself to stare into his eyes, whining when he leans forward and cups your boobs in his hands, gently squeezing and massaging them whilst his best mate fucks you from behind. “That nice?” he’s asking as you nod your head in response. “Need to use your words, baby, tell daddy how nice that feels” he’s saying as you do your best to string an audible sentence together. “I-I jus- uggghhh fuck, so fucking go- gooddd” you scream as he starts rolling your nipples between his thumb and index finger, smiling when they harden under his touch and your arms almost give way beneath you. 

“I’m gonna cum” Ben’s mumbling before drilling into you even faster, if that’s even possible. A small whimper escaping your mouth when you feel him still inside of you and the warmth of his seed shoots up your walls. Hardly giving you any chance to enjoy the feeling as he pulls out of you, the tip of his cock making a satisfying ‘pop’ noise as it’s forced out of your tight little entrance and your walls break the suction around it. “Your go, bro” he’s panting as he crawls up beside you to swap places with Mase, smirking at you before gripping onto your tits, his fingers moulding into the pink outline that Mason’s hands have left behind. Struggling to know where to focus your attention as Ben starts kneading away at your boobs, his cock standing proud before you with a little dribble of cum trailing down the shaft. 

And then Mason’s slamming into you from behind as well. Eliciting a squeal when his first thrust hits your g-spot and sends a ripple of pleasure through your whole body. Your eyes disappearing into the back of your head once again as he fucks you absolutely senseless, your lips parted and breathing heavy when he takes one hand away from your hip to draw figure-of-eights on your clit. Your core practically going numb from overstimulation but the warmth of his fingers is still somehow driving you on towards your third orgasm. Your walls clenching uncontrollably around him which of course edges him closer and closer to his own release. The wetness of your pussy mixing with the pool of Ben cum that’s stuffed deep inside your cunt sounding like music to his ears as he pounds into you, the thought of fucking you whilst you’re full of another man’s seed turning him on more than ever.

“Please Mase!” you’re screaming, lifting one hand off the mattress and almost collapsing beneath him from how hard he’s fucking you. Ben stepping in to support your upper body as his hands mould into the gap under your armpits, conveniently meaning that he’s now nose to nose with you and has no option other than to kiss your swollen lips. Your free hand reaching around for Mason’s as you hold his fingers in place, knowing that it would probably kill you if he was to stop playing with your pussy, especially since you can feel that all too familiar knot starting to tighten in your tummy. 

“I’m gonna cum” you’re crying, breaking Ben’s kiss as he removes one hand from under your arm and grips it around your throat instead, preventing you from moving. And fuck does he almost orgasm himself when you let out a gravelly moan into his mouth, tears threatening to escape your eyes as the pleasure in your core builds and builds. A rush of intense relief surging through your pussy when the knot inside of you eventually snaps, your walls spasming around Mason’s length as he continues frantically rubbing your clit, a second wave of pleasure hitting you when he brings you to another orgasm. “Oh my goddd” you’re screaming, your limbs turning to jelly as you fall face-down on the mattress, your body now in the speed bump position and giving Mase an even better run at chasing his own release.

“So fucking good” he’s grunting before emptying his third load inside of you, filling your pussy to the brim with his pearlescent fluid and ensuring that he holds himself still for a few seconds in order to allow his and Ben’s seeds to mix. And then he’s pulling out and it’s probably the hottest experience of all three of your lives. The Polaroid camera coming in handy once again as it captures the moment that the stream of cum starts making its way back out of your cunt, the photo printing out of the top and encouraging Ben to move from before you in order to watch this moment in the flesh. A series of whines and whimpers leaving your mouth when it runs over your clit, causing it to twitch in response to the warmth that’s spreading across your core and down either side of your thighs. 

“Look at ya” Ben’s whispering, his voice being eaten by the overwhelming sense of pride that washes over him when he looks at your collapsed body, your ass still in the air and him and his best mate’s cum-concoction pooling out of your pussy - a sight that he’ll never get bored of. “You alright?” Mason’s asking once you’ve finally found the strength to roll over onto your back, your thighs glued together with the boys’ seed and only adding to the difficulty of moving with the most tired muscles and swollen pussy. “Mhm” you’re breathing, your lust-clouded brain stopping the connection between your thoughts and what leaves your mouth, giving up on trying to string a sentence together and just leaving them with a quiet mumble, enough to confirm that you’re okay, even if your weakened physical state suggests otherwise.

“One last thing” Ben’s saying as Mason comes and lays beside you, his arm draped beneath your boobs and his free hand brushing the loose curls away from your face. “Gotta clean yourself up” he’s adding, gently scooping up the trails of cum from the insides of your thighs with two fingers before extending them in your direction. Your mouth involuntarily opening and your eyes fluttering shut as the overwhelming saltiness spreads across your tongue, carefully swiping it over his fingers before he’s going back down and coating his digits with even more. Careful not to touch your semi-numb pussy too harshly because your overstimulation is evident, but he’s ensuring that every last drop is cleaned from your cunt before he’s allowing himself to settle down on your free side. 

“You did so well” Ben’s complimenting, his eyes scanning over your tired body before he’s leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead, a gesture that you appreciate considering that you’re in absolute bits right now. “So did you” you’re breathing, although it hardly takes a genius to pick up on how incredible the boys were tonight going by your handprint-littered skin, tear-stained cheeks and slightly bruised lips. “Can’t believe we finally got round to doing it” Mason’s panting, the suggestion bobbing around in your group chat of three for what felt like an eternity before you finally caved and invited them over. “Good things come to those who wait” you’re smirking, your comment possibly being the biggest understatement of the year going by tonight’s activities, but it’s true, and you’re glad that you gave yourself the time to let the anticipation build up before today.

“We better head off cose we’ve got training at half eight tomorrow” Ben’s saying, eliciting a groan from Mason who genuinely can’t think of anything more anticlimactic after a night of pure bliss. “Sure you’ll be alright if we go?” he’s asking, getting his answer when you nod your head and let it fall to one side, the dark hue beneath your eyes letting them both know that you’ll be crashed out as soon as they’ve closed your front door behind them. “Thanks for tonight” you’re whispering, Ben sitting up beside you but you’re pulling him back down for a kiss, your lips lingering on his for a few seconds before you’re replacing them with Mason’s. Quietly humming at the warmth that they bring to your pink and slightly swollen lips, holding him there for a bit of added comfort before you’re reluctantly pulling away. 

“Text me when you’re back, yeah?” you’re saying, watching them both agree to your question before they’re leaving you spread out on the bed to get dressed. Giggling to yourself as they poke around each other’s discarded underwear in an attempt to find their own, re-dressing themselves with the outfits that left their bodies in just a matter of seconds a couple of hours ago, this time with the addition of a few extra creases from where they’ve been neglected on the floor.

And then the front door is closing behind them. The ring echoing in your ears for a few seconds before it’s being replaced with their footsteps crunching along the gravel as they make their way back to the blacked-out Range Rover parked in the corner of your driveway. Waiting until the engine starts rumbling and the headlights fade away into the darkness of the night until you’re deciding to move. Rolling over ready to turn the lights off but you’re spotting several pieces of card laying face-down on your carpet, and you know exactly what they are before you’ve even had chance to pick them up. A tiny whimper falling from your lips as you turn them over to reveal the photos that you’ve taken tonight - all of them managing to take you right back to the second that the camera clicked and you felt a rush of adrenaline at how risky you were being taking such explicit pictures. Your eyes studying them for a few seconds before you’re retrieving your phone from your beside table and taking a photo of the Polaroid with your cream-pied pussy on display. Hitting ‘send’ and watching it arrive back in the group chat that kick-started it all. Your fingers reaching up to flick the light switch which triggers your eyes to flutter shut, the memories of tonight flooding your mind as you drift off to sleep.

Until next time, boys ;) x

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Flying High, Falling Fast

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; fingering, oral, fucking, subtle creep factor, deceptive charm, the usual fare you know

This is dark!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You meet the new Captain America at an event and impress him with your homemade project, but his interest is more than friendly.

Note: We all need some dark!Sam, right? This is a pretty long one shot, just over 7k words but it was super fun to write a character I don’t get to a lot. But I hope you love him as much as me!

Thanks to everyone for sticking around and putting up with me and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

You’d never been to a meet and greet before but it seemed like the perfect opportunity to meet up with Reese. The two of you met a year and a half ago on a Discord server for PC builds and eventually waded through the awkward blank cursors to real conversations. Little updates on new additions to your machines, memes about coding, and the occasional gaming session. He became a stalwart in your mostly solitary existence between work and your empty private life.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Reese but you felt safer meeting a stranger from the internet in a public setting. Plus, it was his suggestion. His roommate fell through on attending the event with him and you eagerly accepted the unclaimed ticket. Of course, Reese insisted it was his treat but you made him promise to let you pay for lunch.

Even more exciting, you were going to meet the new Captain America. THE CAPTAIN AMERICA. You wanted to squee but had to play it cool as you waited with Reese in the winding queue. 

As exclusive as the meet and greet was, it was stiflingly crowded, even more strenuous as you and Reese tried to adjust your rapport to a face-to-face environment. You mostly ended up chuckling and struggling for some cogent thought.

“What’s in the bag?” Reese asked, finally cracking through the stunted small talk.

“Oh, oh my god, I almost forgot,” you carefully lifted the bag and opened the top to let him peek inside, “I made this last year during lockdown. It’s silly but it was fun.”

He poked his finger around the opening of your drawstring knapsack and his brows rose in surprise. The drone had taken you most of your spare time but you hadn’t yet had a chance to do more than hover it around your bedroom. It was an exact replica, or exact as you could get, of the former Falcon’s Redwing.

“Holy shit! You never mentioned it,” he said.

“Oh, well, I guess… I never thought to. I just spent about an hour or so whenever I could, getting it together. Most of the time was spent on programming,” you closed your bag and let hit hang from your elbow, “and that’s another checkbox on the nerd list.”

“Please, look who you're talking to,” he joked with a snort.

You smiled at him sheepishly and looked ahead of the bodies in front of you as the line shifted forward. He wasn’t exactly disappointing, if anything, he was exactly what you expected. Skinny with black-framed glasses and a bright tee with the Captain’s shield emblazoned across his chest. He wasn’t bad-looking and thankfully not an incel.

“So, uh, you gonna give it to him or something?” Reese asked.

“What-- uh, no, I was hoping he’d sign it actually,” you chewed your lip anxiously, “if I don’t spaz out and just walk away.”

“Right,” he scoffed, “the last time I went to one of these I almost passed out.”

“Oh? Who was it?” you wondered aloud.

“Tony Stark. But I was still in high school,” he explained, “everything else sells out before I get to it. These I got by luck. If David hadn’t swiped them, we’d be standing outside wishing we were in here.”

“I can’t believe he passed on the ticket,” you uttered.

“I’m happy he did,” Reese said, “it made it easier to convince you to meet.”

“Well… we didn’t have to--”

“I’m teasing. Sorry. I’m not very… experienced at this,” he fidgeted.

“It’s fine,” you shrugged as you moved with the line, “I’m just nervous about meeting Captain America, you know? You’re not as intimidating… but I like that.”

“Uh, thanks,” he laughed as you got closer to the table and fidgeted with the straps of your bag. You were almost there.

You stepped up when the people ahead of you cleared away and you couldn’t help but stare at Bucky Barnes’ metal hand as he signed Reese’s special edition Blip magazine. He cleared his throat and you looked the Winter Soldier in the face. 

“Oh, sorry,” you slid the poster you got from the shop on the way in onto the table and he unrolled it and signed. You tried really hard not to focus on his hand, you were so curious as to how it all worked. “Thank you.”

He smiled through tight lips and said, “your welcome” before you sidled down to Sam Wilson as you rolled up your poster.

“Don’t worry about him,” Sam said, “he hates these things. I can’t take him anywhere.”

His laughter received a sharp look from the super soldier. Sam took Reese’s magazine and asked his name. You were too lost in thought to answer when he asked for yours. You coughed and sputtered as you tried to remember and Reese answered for you, adding that you were nervous.

“I, uh, oh,” you lifted your bag, “I was hoping, maybe, you might sign this instead,” you handed the poster to Reese and reached into your knapsack, “if you don’t mind?”

You carefully placed the drone on the table and his brows shot up in surprise. He lifted it just as you let it go and admired it as he leaned back, “you make this?”

“Yeah,” you answered shyly, “doesn’t have all the cool features like yours but it flies.”

“That’s awesome,” he put it back down and uncapped his marker, “where do you want me to sign?”

“Just on the top is fine,” you pointed, “thank you so much.”

“My pleasure,” he put his signature after spelling out your name and he grabbed the drone again, “hey, Buck, look at this? I don’t see any fancy arms that need signing.”

“Shut up,” Bucky grumbled and eyed the drone, “pretty cool, though.”

“Thanks, uh, well, we should get out of the way,” you said.

He handed you the drone and smiled. You began to shuffle away and he called you back to the table, “you code? Do a lot of programming?”

“Mostly just corporate sites,” you answered.

“Here,” he reached into his pocket, “send me a text. I think I know some people who’d like to meet you.”

“What?” you took the card rigidly.

“Sure, we’re always looking for techs,” he said, “and if we can’t find a spot for you, maybe you can see the real Redwing. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Wow, thank you, you… don’t have to do… that,” you stuttered.

“I’d be stupid not to,” he waved off your protests, “you go have fun, you two.”

You backed away and turned to walk away with Reese as you shoved your drone back in your bag with the card, numb with disbelief. 

“Wow, I can’t believe…” you trailed off as you mind wandered.

“Me either,” Reese said oddly, “that’s… wild.”

You looked at him and smiled. He didn’t look mad, only serious. You tightened the neck of the knapsack and slung it over your shoulders.

“So what are we doing for lunch?” you asked.

🌠

In the two weeks since you attended the meet and greet, you and Reese kept up mostly online, many arrangements interrupted by your real life responsibilities. It wasn’t until you offered for him to come with you to the SWORD labs that he had any free time for you. After a stressful text exchange with Captain America, you were too anxious to go alone and he was more than welcoming when you asked to bring a friend.

You stood on the subway as Reese sat and played his Switch. He was jittery as you kept your own nerves hidden just beneath the surface. You found it easier to stay standing as you felt as if you might combust if you sat.

“This is so awesome,” he said as he zipped his Switch up in its case, “thanks for inviting me.”

“I figured I owed you since you got the tickets for the meet and greet,” you said, “and it’s been a while.”

“Sorry about that, work’s been nuts,” he stood as you approached your stop and held onto the pole above your hand, “I kinda skipped out on half a day for this.”

“No,” you frowned, “you didn’t have to--”

“And miss a chance to see the real Redwing? Come on,” he scoffed.

“Oh,” you hung your head, “yeah, I guess that’s worth it.”

“I didn’t mean-- I’m happy to see you too, it’s just kinda a big deal,” he said as you approached the door with the few other passengers readying to hop off.

“No, I get it,” you hooked your thumbs under the straps of your knapsack as the doors slid open and you stepped out onto the platform, “I just… I couldn’t go alone. It’s so… scary.”

“Scary? Jeez, Captain America invited you to a job interview!”

“No, that’s not--”

“Uh, yeah, that’s exactly what it is but I promise, I won’t get in the way,” he said as you head for the concrete stairs, “maybe if he needs an extra coder I might piggy back.”

“Uh huh,” you came up onto the New York sidewalk and came into view of the immense SWORD building, “well, I don’t think it’s all that.”

“So why’d you bring this?” he tapped your bag as you neared the large glass doors and men in suits with coiled wires at their ears squared their shoulders.

“He asked me to,” you said as you were approached by one of the big security guards.

“This isn’t public entry,” he said sternly, “no tours.”

“I have an appointment or… I’m expected,” you pulled out your phone and pulled up the electronic pass Sam sent you, “see?”

“Hmm,” he eyed it and took your phone without asking. Another guard came and scanned it with his phone, “checks out but we’re gonna called down Mr. Wilson and get confirmation.”

“Oh, okay,” you fidgeted as he made no move to return your phone. Reese seemed to shrink as the two men spoke into their headset and nodded at each other.

“Hey,” the glass door burst open as Sam appeared and strode towards you, “hey, sorry, these guys are such buzzkills,” he approached and patted one of the men on the shoulder, “they’re with me.” He assured and waved you after him.

“Um, my phone,” you said to the taller man with the buzzed head. He tilted his head wryly and held out your cell between two fingers. You took it and followed Sam to the doors.

“Anyway, we were just going over some basic maintenance today and I thought you might like to observe. See everything that goes into keeping me and my toys in the air,” he smiled as he held the door and nodded at Reese, “nice to see you again, man.”

“You too, Cap...tain,” Reese answered dumbly.

“Sam is fine,” he chuckled back and tailed the two of you across the lobby as he pointed you towards the elevators. He made Reese look even more like a stick bug. “You bring it?”

“Yeah, it’s in my bag,” you stopped yourself from popping your knuckles out of nervousness, “thank you so much for this. I usually work in cubicles so… uh, yeah… I don’t know what I mean.”

“Hey, don’t be nervous, you built that thing all by yourself? I’m sure you’ll fit right in,” he said.

You got off the elevator and had to hold in a gasp at the shining laboratories as the hi-tech equipment gleamed through the glass walls. Sam led you down the curved staircase onto the lab floors as techs and assistants in both lab coats and starched suits milled around the tables along the edge of the room.

“Hey, Greta,” he called out as he showed you to a metal table, “get a look at this.” A woman with twisted red hair approached as Sam tapped his fingers on the table, “show her,” he urged you.

You swung your bag around and took out the little red and silver drone. You placed it in the middle of the table and the woman, Greta, tilted her head curiously.

“You said you can make this thing fly, right?” Sam asked as Reese watched from the other side of the table.

“Um, yep,” you unlocked your phone and brought up the beta app you designed, “just…”

The drone rose slowly and steadied before you as it hovered over the metal. Greta lifted a dark brow and ran a nail along her chin thoughtfully, “cute.”

“Ah, come on, tell me that isn’t awesome? She did it all by herself,” Sam boasted, “so, what do you think? She’d be a great tech, huh?”

“Tech? I…” you blinked and giggled, that was absurd.

“Does she have a resume? A list of her credentials, at least,” Greta rebuffed.

“Greta,” Sam warned playfully, “I’m her credentials. I’m giving her a reference right now. Hire her.”

“What?” you mumbled under your breath and you saw Reese’s eye cling to Sam darkly, almost enviously.

“You know, if I hadn’t let that kid go for hi-jacking the alpha, I’d tell you to go back to breaking your toys,” she warned, “but I trust you and… I cannot say I’m not impressed,” she narrowed her sights at the floating drone, “how long did this take you?”

“A year or so,” you answered, “it was… just meant to be a hobby but--”

“Well, make it your life,” she said tersely, “Wilson, you deal with HR, Sheila likes you better.”

“Leave it all to me,” he grinned and she walked away.

“Here,” he turned back to you, “I’ll show you the operating system for the real deal.”

He ushered you and Reese over to a computer after you lowered your drone. The real Redwing sat on a module next to the screen and Sam punched the keys and took a hooked earpiece from a small stand, “put this on.”

You slipped the earpiece on as he revealed a bracelet and adjusted it on your wrist, a small ring looping up your index finger. 

“Bend your finger,” he said and you did it, “lift it up, back… like that.” Redwing rose and you watched in amazement, “tilt your head…” the drone aimed in the same direction as your head, “now back,” it flew higher, “just like that. You’re getting it.”

You steered the drone in a circle and Sam helped you maneuver it back down. He let you hand the controls over to Reese who had more fun with it and nearly took out one of the workers. He apologised and Sam just chuckled, though it didn’t sound so amused. 

When Redwing was back in its place, Sam took you all around the room to show you every gadget; his wings, his suit, all his little weapons, and even pulled up some Wakandan schematics of Bucky’s arm. Much of it wasn’t in English however and you could only decipher what was visually laid out. 

He left you there for a moment as he excused himself to chat with a tech about his wings. Reese huffed and leaned against the wall. You were quiet, mostly stunned, though your usual reticence could also be blamed. 

“I don’t think you should’ve brought me,” he said, “I told you it was a job interview.”

“I didn’t know, I thought you would enjoy it,” you felt awful as Reese had given up trying to hide his jealousy.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, “well, it is pretty cool but…”

He was interrupted as Sam returned, “sorry about that, guys, I kinda messed up one of the engines on the wings on my last mission.”

You smiled and said it was fine. You hadn’t expected so much attention and thought it would be a brief little show and tell, not an entire tour. You returned to the table where you left your drone and shut down the app. You packed up your Redwing, it felt lighter but you were sure you were just imagining things as your head spun. You looked down at the bold signature across the shell and knotted the drawstring above its nose.

“Sorry, I…” you took your bag from the table, “I hate to bother but is there a bathroom I can use.”

“Oh yeah, just head back up the stairs, left of the elevators,” Sam pointed above, “we’ll wait here, there’s one last thing I wanna show you.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” you headed for the stairs and latched onto the railing before you could trip upwards.

You bumbled up the stairs and after a brief moment of blankness, you found your way to the bathroom. You quickly slipped into the stall and spent a minute at the mirror after washing your hands to get your head straight. It felt like a dream, or worse, a joke.

You headed back out and Sam was waiting just by the elevators to your surprise. You pursed your lips and glanced around, “where’s Reese?”

“Oh, yeah, uh, he left,” he said as he shoved his hand in his pocket, “said he wasn’t feeling it.”

“Really?” you shrunk, just a little, “erm… that’s too bad.”

“Yeah, kinda weird, I don’t think I’ve ever just ditched a girlfriend in the middle of the city,” he said.

“Girlfriend? Well… it’s… it’s early,” you rubbed the back of your neck, “I hope he’s okay.”

“Damn, I hope he didn’t ruin it, I still wanted to show you the shield,” he intoned, “but if you’re not feeling up to it--”

“No, no, I’m here, that would be awesome,” you forced a smile. 

Had you done something wrong? Was it rude to invite Reese and have all this rubbed in his face? You thought he’d feel worse if you didn’t invite him. Your doubts flurried in your head as you stepped onto the elevator with Sam, chewing your cheek as you tried not to show your disappointment.

You were brought back to the present as the metal doors opened and Sam nudged you as you stared right through the open space. You stepped out ahead of him and he caught up and walked beside you as he explained what was hidden in every room; mostly offices and training gyms.

He unlocked a door at the far curve of the circular hallway and jiggled until it opened. He pushed it open and the lights flicked on automatically.

“Bucky,” he grumbled, “he almost took the handle right off… so now I gotta fight it.”

“Oh,” you entered as he beckoned you inside and you looked around the spacious office.

“You know, there’s lots of paperwork when you take out a whole bridge, even if it is an accident,” he laughed, “and it gives me a place to show this off.”

He went to the wall where the shield was held on small metal hooks and slid it out easily. The vibranium sung in the air as he turned to you and held it out. 

“You wanna?” he asked.

“Sure…” you murmured as he turned it around and held it so you could hook your arm through the straps. He let it go and stood back to look you over.

“It suits you,” he said, “got your own Redwing and you hold that like a real champ. Maybe it’s time I step aside.”

You laughed nervously and shook your head. You peeked down at the metal and lifted and angled around as you admired the smooth curve. 

“Thanks,” you offered it back to him and he took it with one hand, “for everything.”

“You’re taking the job, right?” he prodded, “it’s perfect.”

“Mmm, well, I got a job--”

“Better than here? Better than suiting up the Cap?” he chided.

You bent your ankle under you and swayed on your feet. It was a great opportunity and way better than your desk job. It just felt like you didn’t deserve it.

“I need an answer. Greta doesn’t like indecision,” he said.

“O-okay, okay,” you surrendered, “I… if I said no, I’d feel even worse.”

“You won’t regret it, promise,” he said, “if you do, Redwing is yours. The real one.”

“No, no, I’m…” you rocked as you gripped the straps of your knapsack, “I’m sure I won’t.”

🌠

Your two weeks notice rolled by. Your boss was less than pleased by the sudden departure but you didn’t care much as you wouldn’t have to deal with him for much longer. You wrapped up your last day with your replacement and left feeling free, though the anxiety of your job loomed on the other side of the weekend.

In those weeks since your visit to the SWORD facility, you hadn’t heard much from Reese. That night when you messaged him to make sure he was okay, he didn’t say much more than ‘just tired’. After that, he was always offline when you signed onto the server and all your co-op requests were declined. You were ready to give up. 

Oh well, it was an online thing anyway, you were stupid to think it could work out.

But you were not entirely isolated. To your surprise, you got several messages from Sam, you still couldn’t help but think of him as Captain America and feel like you had nothing interesting to say to a hero. When he found out you liked to game, he even joined you for a session on headset but again, you were hyper focused and quiet. You were flattered that he was trying to make you feel welcome, that he even bothered to get you a job, but it all felt so above you.

When you got home that night, you logged in and sent a request to Reese, just one last attempt. He didn’t even respond, even after fifteen minutes of waiting. You shut down your PC and grabbed your switch instead. You changed as the system updated your Animal Crossing and flopped onto your bed.

You laid across the mattress, one leg over the edge and the other bent. You ran through, planting, fishing, and selling as you tried not to think too much. You’d done enough of that lately. You zoned out as your eyes narrowed at the small screen but in your peripheral, you felt a shadow move. You shrugged it off as the sunlight playing through the curtains and rolled onto your side to ignore it.

You kept on, ready to log out as you didn’t want to spend another Nook Ticket to go to and island and get nothing but flowers. You heard a subtle whirring and glanced over at your computer. It was sleeping and it was never that loud. You noticed that light shift again and turned. There was nothing. Nothing but your dresser and the signed drone, just as you left it.

You squinted and turned off your Switch. You went out to the front room to drop it back in the dock. You stretched and grabbed your phone from your purse to put in an order for some take-out. You stopped as you noticed Sam’s unanswered messages.

‘Whatcha doin’ tonite?’ and several that assumed you must be busy.

‘Sorry, got caught up gaming,’ you replied guiltily. 

Your phone shook before you could close out of the chat and you answered as Sam’s name flashed across the top. 

“Hello?” you squeaked.

“Hey, hope I’m not buggin’ you but I thought-- stop, Jesus Christ, sorry, we’re on our way to dinner and we hoped you might join us.”

“We?” you echoed.

“Oh, ha, yeah me and Bucky, Greta, and some of the techs. Not too many of us but you’re more than welcome,” he said, “since you start on Monday, it will be good to get to know some people.”

“Y-yeah, for sure,” you answered. It felt more an obligation than an invite. You didn’t want to come across snobbish or lazy even if you’d rather eat fried noodles and watch some trash reality TV.

“Great! I’ll send you the address,” he growled and hissed under his breath, “sorry, again, I’m just dealing with this-- I’ll see you there. Save ya a seat.”

He hung up abruptly and you stood dumbfounded staring at your jacket. You dropped your phone back into your purse and headed back to your room. You had to find something to wear that didn’t seem like you were trying too hard or not trying enough.

As you entered, that same whirring floated through the air and suddenly stopped. You looked around confused; not a fly, not your PC acting up, nothing. You grimaced at the poster with the star emblem across it and went to your dresser to pick out an outfit. It was probably the neighbour fucking around. Apartment living was rarely peaceful.

🌠

The restaurant was bustling as you were met by the hostess at the door. You told her you were there to join the party from SWORD. She showed you to the table and Sam saw you above the din and waved to you then shoved Bucky over on the cushioned bench. 

“Right here,” he pointed as he waved you over and stepped aside to let you past. You sidled along and sat, apologizing to Bucky as he rolled his eyes, “not too late.”

You gave your drink order as a waiter came by and shrugged out of your jacket, letting it bunch up around your back. Sam offered his menu and introduced the people you didn’t know at the table; alongside Bucky and Greta, were Xan and Wyatt. You said hello and opted for the fiesta salad as you set aside the menu.

“Are you excited?” Sam asked.

“For what?” Bucky huffed, “she’s gotta put up with you.”

“Hey,” Sam took the lemon off the rim of his glass and tossed it at Bucky, “he lightens up… sometimes.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky grumbled but you could hear the humour in his voice. 

You sank into the background as the night went on. You spoke up when you were called on but felt it hard to assert yourself, especially with someone as outspoken as Sam beside you. Still, he made sure to make you feel included when you started to feel forgotten. For that you were grateful and he was right, it made you feel a little less anxious about your first day.

As you came out onto the sidewalk, your wallet painfully lighter, you bid goodbye to everyone but Sam hung around. You clutched your purse and peered down the street.

“Thanks for inviting me,” you said.

“Ah, you know what, I shoulda asked that guy, Reese? How’s it going with him? He your boyfriend yet?”

“Ha, no,” you sucked in your lip and took a deep breath, “I don’t even think we’re friends anymore.”

“Oh no, what happened?” he asked.

“I dunno,” you said wistfully, “but it is what it is.”

“He’s missin’ out. You’re a cool girl,” he said, “building drones for fun. Kinda why I had to snag you, you know? Someone with your skills, that’s dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” you chortled, “no.”

“Well,” he checked his phone, “how are you getting home?”

“I’ll just take the train,” you said, “my place is only about a ten minute ride from here.”

“You sure? I can give you a ride,” he said.

“Nah, really, you’ve done… more than enough.”

“Alright, well, see you Monday?”

“Monday?” you wondered.

“I’ll pop in before I head out,” he said, “got a mission so I might not be around more than that.”

“Okay, Monday,” you confirmed, “see ya.”

🌠

Monday was a whirlwind. It started on a high as Sam suited up and showed off his wings before he headed up to the jet pad. Greta muttered that she was happy he’d be out of your way before she went through the task of getting you acquainted not only with the tech but with their workplace rituals. It was a lot to take in but you did your best to absorb every word and second.

When you got home, you had a folder full of notes and spent too long going over them before you remembered the groan in your stomach. You ate a lazy super of Kraft Dinner and lazed across your bed doing nothing but watching Youtube tutorials on your tablet. You fell asleep early and woke to your alarm and a dead tablet.

You got up, got dressed, ran out, and did it all again. The first week dragged by and yet it felt like you didn’t have enough time. On Friday, you got home and fell across the couch in your work clothes. You held your phone above you and scrolled dozily through your feed.

A dot popped up and you flicked over to your notifications. The selfie you posted on your first day at the lab with Sam in his suit had lots of hearts but your first comment was less than pleasant. Beside Reese’s icon was all caps: MUST BE EASY SLEEPING YOUR WAY INTO A JOB!

Your heart pattered and you sat up. You deleted the comment but another soon appeared; several as you kept deleting and finally blocked him. ‘Slut, whore, dumb bitch…’ it was the last thing you expected from him.

You opened Discord and clicked on his chat. ‘What’s going on? Why are you doing this?’

The text flicked across the bottom that Reese was typing but he stopped and you sat there for what felt like forever before his response popped up.

‘I can’t believe you brought me all the way there to rub my face in all that shit. And for what? You should’ve just told me I had no chance and I woulda left you alone. If you wanna fuck Sam Wilson, do it, but don’t chain me along like your little bitch boy. Get fucked slut.’

You flinched as you read it and re-read it. You typed shakily as your eyes watered. ‘I’m not fucking Sam and I wouldn’t. I brought you there because I wanted to and thought you would like it. I didn’t know you felt so strongly about it. But I see what you think of me so I only wish you the best and hope you find peace.’

You sent the message but just as quickly, you were blocked from sending any more. You tossed your phone and fell back against the couch. That must have been why he took off but you couldn’t figure out how he thought you of all people were sleeping with Sam Wilson. Really? He was just another incel after all.

You phone jangled with your annoying ringtone and you grabbed it, expecting to be insulted by Reese again but it was Sam calling. You really weren’t in the mood to talk with him. You just wanted to be left alone. But you couldn’t just ignore Captain America.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hey, I just got back in town. Whatcha doing?” you could hear the wind in the speaker.

“Just got home. I’m exhausted. Probably gonna just nap.”

“You okay?” he asked after a moment.

“Fine,” you said dully.

“Don’t sound fine,” he said, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you insisted.

“Oh, so it’s not what that boy said on your photo?”

“You saw that?”

“You tagged me, remember?”

“Oh, yeah, no, it’s…”

“Shit, don’t listen to him. He’s just a boy, he blew his chance and he’s bitter about it,” he said, “how about I come over, make sure you’re really okay?”

“No, I don’t think--”

“Ah, come on, don’t make me worry all night about you,” he chided.

“Sam, you really--” There was a knock at the window and you froze. “Sam?”

The line clicked and you heard the tapping again. You lowered your phone and went to the window. Outside, geared up in his wings and suit, Sam hovered before the glass. You blinked and he rapped again. You snapped out of your shock and unlocked the window and slid it up.

“What are you doing?” you asked, “wait? How do you know where I live?”

He grabbed onto the frame and hooked his leg through as he retracted his wings. He bent under and sat half-in and half-out of the window, “forgive me? I did a bit of snooping in HR.”

“I told you not to come. I really don’t feel up to-- It’s really weird that you’re here,” you sat as he ducked pulled his other leg through and stood, “Sam, I think you should go.”

“You shouldn’t be alone, especially after that moron sending you that shit,” he said coolly as he took off his tinted goggles.

“Well, I want to be alone, so you should--”

“I mean, I haven’t even fucked you yet and he’s jealous,” he snickered, “so I guess we should give him a real reason.”

“What are you talking about? That’s… gross. You should go--”

“Come on, girl, you think this was really about a drone,” he tossed his goggles down and set his shield on the chair as he strode around the room, “convenience. I want you close.”

“I don’t--” you looked down at your phone, “get out, Sam.”

The tone of your finger pressing ‘9’ sounded and he spun quickly to face you. He stormed over to you before you could hit ‘1’ and ripped it from your grasp. 

“You’re gonna call the cops and say what? I’m Captain America,” he snarled, “but you can just call me Cap.”

He winked and threw your phone out the window smoothly. You gasped as he chuckled and lifted his wings off his back. He leaned them against the wall and stretched out his shoulders. He looked around as he twisted his tongue between his teeth.

“I like this, looks cozy,” he toed the side of the couch with his boot, “look better with you on it.”

You watched him stroll around the coffee table as he unzipped the collar of his suit. The scene was like some tainted nightmare. Maybe you’d fallen asleep. You were so tired you must have just passed out but you weren’t waking up.

You spun around and ran into the small hallway that led to your door. You were caught from behind, pulled back by the nape of your blazer as Sam tutted. His arm went around your waist and he lifted you off your feet. He turned and carried you back into the front room. You kicked and writhed as his strength enwrapped you.

“Please, please,” you begged, “I… I don’t understand. This isn’t-- this isn’t what I wanted. I didn’t--”

“Baby girl,” he cooed as he brought you close to the couch, “be good and listen to your Captain. Now stop this.”

“No, no,” you gulped at air as the panic rose in you, “I never-- please, you don’t have to do this--”

“You gotta do what I say,” he snapped and flung you onto the couch, “I don’t want to make you.”

You looked at him as you trembled in fear and disbelief. This couldn’t be. He was Sam Wilson, the Captain America; he was a nice guy.

“You have one minute to get naked,” he said and you just gaped at him, “you gonna make me repeat myself?”

Your throat tightened as his dark eyes bore into you. His hand balled to a fist and finally you found an ounce of strength. You pushed your legs over the edge of the couch and slipped out of your blazer. You stood carefully and watched him cautiously. You had to look away as your hands quivered over the buttons of your blouse.

You turned and folded your shirt over your blazer. You could hear him behind you as you unbuttoned your pants and pushed them down your legs. The question of what you were doing flitted through your head but the fear pulsed through you and took over.

“Ah,” he sighed and you peeked back as he freed himself of the top half of his stealth suit.

You turned back and hesitated. You knew there was more, you knew what he wanted, but your body locked up as your fingers curled and your insides knotted.

“Let me get that,” he came close and his fingers tickled along your shoulder blades and he unhooked your bra, “hmmm,” he let go and the cups fell off your chest, “almost there, baby.”

He stepped back and you shuddered. You dropped your bra and hooked your fingers under your panties. You wiggled them down a little at the time and heard the intake of breath as you pulled them down entirely. You stood still, unable to move, too mortified to face him.

“Come on, baby,” he said, “get comfortable.”

You inhaled and turned slowly. You went to the couch as he shed his undershirt and added it to the pile atop his shield. He looked at you and tilted his head as he licked his bottom lip. He snarled as he took in the sight of you and pointed you to the couch.

You sat and hugged yourself as he stripped off his pants along with his boxers in a single swipe. You flicked your eyes away as you glimpsed his hard dick as he stood straight and you stared at the open window. You smushed your lips together in horror and held in the tide of tears.

He came closer and you tried to tune out the room. This couldn’t happen. It just couldn’t. You felt his hands on your knees and he urged your legs apart. You resisted for a moment then let him guide your limbs. It would be over sooner if you just let it happen.

He knelt on the floor as his hands kneaded along your thighs and framed your vee as he leaned over your lap. You winced and he kept your legs from closing as he pushed his body between them. His thumb grazed your folds and he pushed between them. You let out a hushed gasp as he swirled around your clit.

“See, it’s not so bad to be good, is it, baby?” he purred, “you’re wet already.”

He slid his thumb up and down and spread the wetness along your cunt. You were shocked and humiliated by your obvious arousal. You shouldn’t be turned on by this. Your body was not listening to your mind, it was obeying his touch.

“Mmm,” he hummed as he turned his hand and poked along your entrance with one finger. 

He pushed inside and you clenched around his intrusion. He pulled in and out and added another finger. Your nails clawed at the cushion and you pressed back into the couch. He kept his thumb on your clit as he worked his fingers inside of you and the tension clustered between his fingertips.

“Oh, baby, listen to you,” he bet forward and replaced his thumb with his tongue as he kept fingering you.

You turned your face up to the ceiling and squeezed your eyes shut. You bit your lip as the ripples radiated from your core and your breath hitched. His hand moved faster as he suckled at your bud and his free hand groped your chest blindly. You slapped your hand over your mouth as you came, your back arching as you pushed into him.

He teased you through your climax and pulled away only as you quaked and whined at his unyielding touch. He drew his fingers out of you and sat back to lick them clean. You peeked down at him and quickly away as his eyes blazed back at you.

“Up,” he stood and stroked himself shamelessly as he strode around the coffee table, “put your hands on there.”

You rose unsteadily, legs shaking beneath you as your entire being felt like jelly. You went to him and turned your back to him. You bent over and he grabbed your ass and squeezed with a growl. You gripped the table and hung your head as the cool air grazed your cunt.

He shoved his hand between your legs and rubbed you again. He stepped closer and bent his knees as he lined himself up with your entrance, sliding in between his fingers as he spread you wide. You choked as his tip poked inside and he eased himself inch by inch into you. He held your hip as he reached his limit and groaned.

“Baby, oh god damn,” he thrust so that your whole body jerked. It was painfully delightful. Of the few men you’d been with, he was the biggest, or at least the thickest.

He rocked slowly and a moan escaped your lips. Despite the torturous pressure of his intrusion, you could ignore the pleasure laced in the pain. His hand brushed up your as and along your back. He bent over you as his fingers curled over your shoulder and he pressed his body to yours as he fucked you.

You kept your head down as you tried to measure your breaths and the pathetic noises rising from you. He pushed his hand down your stomach and between your legs again to play with your clit. He moved his legs against yours and forced them together so your cunt hugged him even tighter. He grunted and you whimpered as his fingers added to the new pressure.

He sped up so that the table scraped against the floor but kept you up with one arm around you. He rutted into you wildly as his sultry voice filled your chest and his heat consumed you. You cried out as another orgasm swept through you and your cunt quivered around him desperately.

He pulled you up suddenly so you stood on your toes. He tilted into you as he brought his arms up around yours and tined his fingers behind your head. His flesh slapped yours loudly and you opened your eyes as you heard a familiar whirring. The drone flew before you, the signature on its shell, but a light blinking at its nose. Yours didn’t have a light.

“What--”

“Ah, yeah,” he rasped through rampant breaths, “looks like they got mixed up.”

“Huh--” you sucked in your breath as he thrust harder and deeper.

“I didn’t mind, he helped me keep an eye on you,” he said as he nuzzled you above his hands, “you look so cute in your little tee shirts.”

You groaned and leaned your head against him as another rush of fear was met with unwanted bliss. You murmured senselessly as he picked up his pace and the drone came closer. He purred as you felt his muscles tighten.

“Don’t worry,” he puffed, “I’ll make sure the boy knows he was right.”

He buried himself in you, nearly taking you off your feet, and twitched as he emptied himself into you. He rocked his hips subtly as he rode out his climax and stilled you as his voice gristled to rampant pants. His arms fell to embrace you and he kept you flush to him as he lingered inside.

“Or I can keep that little video to myself…” he brought his hand up to cradle your chin and poked his finger along your lower lip, “it’s all up to you, baby.”

[yinses]

limited

| you had to remind yourself that he was only a man |

gojo satoru

raing: 18+

a/n: telling myself i wouldn’t notice how repetitive this header looked if i would just write about someone else. happy gojo eye animation day, everybody!

the fabric was far too big for you. it was expected as such giving that the black band was intended for gojo and not you. even as he tucked the extra folds behind your head, a simple incline of your head inched out his progress and threatened to drag the entire band down again. a strip more pliable to adjustment would have been better.  

and your lips part to tell him as such.

“oh, but that would be too easy, honey. here, let me fix that for you.”

then he goes about pleating the the blindfold back into a pseudo sense of security.

this was a different form of bondage. the verbal kind that he adored.

there weren't any restraints for you to fight. nothing to distract yourself through effort while still remaining in compliance with his intentions.

the only thing binding you was his word and this flimsy blindfold.

though ‘flimsy’ seemed like the wrong word to describe the fabric that withheld the six eyes.

from this perspective it didn’t seem like much. light still crept in around the edges only plunging you into a semi-darkness. if you strained enough you could just make out the shadow of his figure.

that’s what he wanted you to believe as his voice vibrated against your ear.

“m’sure you’ll have no problem being good for me. “

a soft gasp left you as you registered the difference in expectation vs reality. was it a trick of light? you thought he might have been in front but perhaps he was behind the whole time.

the air remained stagnant and curse free to your knowledge. but this was gojo satoru.

you shiver when he chuckles in your opposite ear.

“and you’re not going to use limitless?”

gojo sounds almost patronizing as his tongue catches the edge of your jaw. “i promise it wont be more than you can handle, baby.”

it takes effort to control your breathing as you try to grasp at the fraying threads of control. he said he wasn’t using his technique but he had to be using something. it as impossible for you to feel him but not his presence. the bed lacked his additional weight, the only indentions molding around your body.

it was dizzying to think about as his fingertips traced your jaw before cupping the curve.

gojo pressed a sensually slow kiss against your lips.

“now then where to start…”

it was the anxiousness that he fed on, that you knew. he would watch from the bottom as you rode the roller coaster of anticipation all the way to the top. except with gojo you never really reached the peak. there would be twists and curves along the way but you never stopped ascending.

constantly waiting for the drop.

the jolt was more from the chill than the sudden action as his hands traced the path down your waist to hips. but the movement was enough to shift the blindfold just below your brow.

gojo tsks as his thumb draws circles against the inside of your thigh, resting at the cleft of your legs where he delivers a sharp pinch with his forefinger. closing your eyes tighter under the fabric, you steeled yourself to resist recoiling as you hissed through your teeth.

“toru…”

his lips met your temple.

“sweetheart…” he sang back. “ i won’t fix this again.”

his tone was sweet but the edging command levied more into the situation. his touch was firmer than before as he secured the blindfold again to its rightful place.

the next kiss was at your shoulder.

but the swipe of his tongue?

you suppressed a small whine of confusion as the appendage outlines the edge of your panties. the wet gesture was followed by the trail of his finger along the warm slick of your sex.

there was nothing stopping you from arching into the touch. no explicit directive. as far as gojo was concerned, you could squirm all you wanted as long as it didn’t disrupt the blindfold.

a cruel allowance.

he snatched your breath from your breast as his touch seemed to come from behind to cup your mounds. this touch was generous as the close proximity allowed you to press back without sacrificing much leverage.

“fucking you is fun...but this.”

it was a trap. a pleasurable deflection to lower your guard as he sunk to fingers to the knuckle. you kicked your leg out in reflex, hoping to catch something- anything, but were met with absence.

“if only you could see yourself. so beautiful, baby.”

if only you could see him. glimpse the sky hidden away in those pools. he told you he wouldn’t use his curse but you knew it was too inherent to keep it completely at bay. had it not been, the blindfold would never exist.

“that was so close too. i thought you were going to lose it again.”

you could hear it. the wide grin in his tone as his fingers continued to stroke, prod and fiddle within you. his thumb was employed to the mix, slowly rocking back and forth across your clit.

the hand squeezing at your backside reminded you of how you’d lost count of how many hands your boyfriend possessed.

surely onto two like any other normal man.

except gojo was far beyond that limited scope.

somewhere to your left, gojo hummed in a way that visualized a thoughtful expression. the hand at your rear moved out of unison to the gesture between your thighs only furthering the disarray of your illusion.

“what do you want, pumpkin? to stay like this or are you already greedy for my cock. perhaps you want it all?”

it was overwhelming to think about. his touch seemingly everywhere yet plausibly not. he was making you feel outside of physical touch that you knew. though the technique that was applied was lost to you.

gojo laughed under his breath. he could probably see the cogs of your mind turning, trying to grasp what you weren’t meant to hold. the man thrived on being unpredictable and you were a breeding ground for his own vices.

this time you felt it. the way he pulled his hand away, but the sensation was multiplied as each touch left you at once. the question of which was real was answered as you listened to the wet sounds of him cleaning his fingers with his mouth.

gojo was shameless as he left nothing to the imagination.

“the blindfold hardly budged this time. what a good girl. i suppose you’ll need a reward now. “

your noise of affirmant came as a broken squeak the moment gojo’s tongue lapped against your clothed core. he didn’t stop there, sloppily wedging himself under the elastic to nose his way into your core. you could feel the apple of his cheek against your apex and the corner of his mouth resting at your labia.

somehow making the process that much harder for himself transferred to you. the veins in your neck had to be a visual spectacle as you resisted the urge to turn and stuff your face into the pillow.

its unfair yet so deliciously forgiving. but you need something. the sheets clenched under your fists do nothing to stabilize your yearnings.

you want to be good for him.

truly.

but you just need-

“hm, you’re really struggling, huh? i spoil you too much.”

you don’t know when your arm lifted or how gojo’s head came to settle under your fingertips. but those are questions to go unanswered as you card your fingers through his hair and lift your hips to grind friction against your sex.

something unhinged leaves your lips as he closes his mouth on a kiss with underlying suction. the hold on his hair is the leverage you needed to bring you back away from the bed as you shudder down your spine.

your orgasm is resting at its peak, so pliable that you can feel.

but you can also see. just barely to the right of the slope of your nose.

it brings clarity to the fact that gojo does in fact only have two hands. both now preoccupied with tugging your undergarments down your legs. the glimpse of vision was also just wide enough for you to lock gazes with your bemused boyfriend.

the twinkle in his eyes coupled with the sharp grin against your cunt did not match well with the disappointment weighing on his tone.

“oh? perhaps i was too generous? just what am i going to do with you now, sweet girl?”

[ineedsleepleavemealone]

Some random headcannons

(I ship erasermic so some of these relate to that)

I guess this also needs a warning: some more mature things if you squint hard enough

Also the ships in this are: erasermic, kiribaku, tododeku, and a tiny tiny bit of momojiro (sorry if I forgot one)

~ Mic is actually kinda sad and breaks down alot when hes alone because of the stress he goes through, aizawa is the only one he will break down infront of ~ ~ Aizawa secretly loves giving mic piggyback rides. Change. My. Mind. ~ ~ Bakugo is nicest and softest when he is sleepy, and more open with his feelings when he is tired (especially to kiri, I ship them too😭✋) ~ ~ When sero cooks or cleans he will put on spanish music and dance to it. ~ ~ Dabi is kinky™️ ~ ~ Dabi will tease e v e r y o n e ~ ~ Dabi makes up stories of how he got burnt, like: Twice: so- uh how did all this go down * gesturing to scars * Dabi: oh, while sneezing Twice: but how does tha- Dabi: *sneezes and uses his fire* Twice: oH- ~ ~ When 1-a all become pro heroes, deku will wear everyone's merch ~

~ When bakugo is working out, when he does push ups he will get kirishima to lay on him for "additional weight" (we see you bakugo👀👀) ~ ~ Shoto can make snowflakes with his quirk. I. Rest. My. Case. ~ ~ shoto likes dancing in the rain or snow, well not dance just like being with deku ~ ~ Shoto will make little things out of ice and give them to deku (all might figures👀👀) ~ ~ Occasionally in the dorms everyone in 1-a has a movie night ~ ~ Ojiros tail wags when hes happy ~ ~ This is cannon because I've seen the official art, but I hc that bakugo likes animals and animals love him cause he smells like caramel and his hands are warm ~ ~ One word for aoyama. S e l f i e s ~

~ Shoto didnt know how to ride a bike so when they all moved into the dorms 1-a taught him ~ ~ When bakugo walks into the dorms common area he says stuff like "it smells like bitch in here" and "ughhh if I stay in here to long the bitchyness might affect me" ~ ~ All the girls in 1-a: sleepovers™️ but every time mineta will try to get in lmao. It. Never. Works. ~ ~ Shotos birthday present to everyone is endeavors credit card number😂he will also go clothes shopping with all the girls just because he can use endeavors credit card ~ ~ Tokoyami is actually really good at drawing and loves writing poetry ~ ~ Bakugo is the oldest in 1-a which is cannon. I feel like he would be the type to brag that he's the oldest and would use it as an excuse to do what he wants ~ ~ The dekusquad and bakusquad have groupchats ~ ~ Bakusquad play video games together and eat pizza together all the time ~ ~ The dekusquad gc consists of iida talking about homework, positive memes, and todoroki not understanding anything happening on there ~ ~ Jirou has a music playlist for every situation. Every. Situation. ~ ~ The best jeanist said bakugo couldn't learn how to style hair so katsuki "I am the best at everything" bakugo learnt how to do hair and now all the girls and kirishima go to him and make him do their hair ~ ~ Kirishima needs his hair dyed red when his roots start showing, so bakugo dyes it for him ~ ~ 1-a loves playing games like truth and dare and never have I ever when they cant sleep or are just bored ~ ~ Bakugo sleeps at 8. pm which is cannon, but still wants to be the best at whatever they are doing, so he still goes if they are playing or watching something but always. Always. Falls asleep, and he falls asleep on kiri. ~ ~ Aizawa is actually really flexible and can jump around and move literally like a cat. ~ ~ Mic: finger guns™️ and I can imagine this Mic: *does finger guns at aizawa* Aizawa: pull the trigger. ~ ~ Everyone goes into bakugos room for advice. Like jirou would go in there at 3am and just be like : yo so I'm lesbian and momo is lesbian and she said she likes me but I'm not sure if she likes me.

And even though bakugo will literally shout at them for being in his room at 3am they will still get advice😂~ ~ Kirishima is named after a mountain. Bakugos favourite activity is mountain climbing. Its cannon and ik it is I just thought I'd say that ~ ~ Shinso definitely uses his voice changer for memes. He would say things like "I'm katsuki bakugo and I'm a little bitch" with bakugos voice and "im aizawa and Im in love with a cockatoo" with aizawas voice. ~ ~ When denki is nervous random sparks of electricity come from his hands. ~ ~ If denki doesnt know how to do something he will search it up on wiki how. Change. My. Fucking. Mind. ~ ~ Shiggy genuinly doesnt know what moisturizer is ~ ~ Mic is amazing at playing any instrument ~ ~ Mic knows sign language and is fluent in alot of languages ~ ~ After toga stabs someone she mumbles things like "ughhh what a mood" "damn that one snatched my weave" and "we stan a queen" and once held up the knife like a beauty guru ~ ~ The girls constantly try to get uraraka to float m*neta into the sun ~ (yes I censored his name💀💀) ~ Tokoyami has good music taste ~ ~ The bakusquad (kaminari) tries to teach all might vine references ~ ~ Shoto l o v e s conspiracy videos ~ ~ Ojiro can purr ~ ~ Mina shares her clothes with everyone ~ ~ Shoto likes to watch the sun rise ~ ~ Omgggg I love this one. Aizawa listens to Mics radioshow when he grades papers and when he cant he will hum the music to himself ~ ~ Kaminari is memes™️ ~ ~ When mic says todorokis name he says it like the target vine (next competitor is- T T T T T T T T T TODOROKI SHOTOOOOOO *makes air horn noises*) ~ ~ The UA staff have prank wars (especially mic and literally anyone. Once poured pink cat shaped glitter on aizawa and it was 100% worth it) ~ Mic can harmonize with himself. Periodt. ~ ~ Tetsutetsu and shinso spend so much time at the 1-a dorms that one time bakugo cooked food for them too. ~

~ On that note, bakugo is obviously an amazing cook and when hes cooking for himself he will "accidentally make too much so you extras can have it" ~ ~ Shoto is literally turtlenecks™️ ~ ~ Mic literally has the worst sleep schedule like how is this man alive???? ~ ~ At night iida will run around the dorms saying goodnight to everyone and checking that they are all still in the dorms because he feels it’s his responsibility to look after everyone ~ ~ Shigirakis favourite thing to do is to just stand in the rain. He finds the rain soothing and calming to him because it’s one of the only things that he can’t destroy so it gives him peace of mind that he still human and isn’t the completely destructive monster everyone claims him to be. ~

Hope you liked them✌✌

[spaceasianmillennial]

Part 1: Home

Summary: Trevor making his way back to the castle after defeating Death.

This is what it was, a shockwave, and then the sun pouring from the cracking skull.

I’ve done it. And so I give the world to Alucard and Sypha. 

And he was hurling through the multicolored cavern as if worlds whirled and orbited around him. This was his ascendancy, he figured, this was the multi-windowed passage toward the end, those countless levels of Hell his aunt told him about. He’ll see them all again, his father, mother, siblings if God wasn’t fucking around. What a story he'll bring to them.

But then his jaw was slammed rudely into the dirt. He lifted his head to breathe and cough out the grass blades and pebbles. A few seconds later, he squinted. Perhaps he was hurled into a circle Hell after all, perhaps taking down the Evil wasn’t enough to God. If he had the energy, he would have chuckled at the idea that God decided not to throw him in Hell.

When the haze faded and the numbness faded, he suddenly fathomed the sound of water. 

God must have flung me into the wrong Corridor. There was a sun, one that was clearly rising. It looked too nice, too serene.

Only then when he dragged himself to the water to dunk his red-welted arm and drink like a hungry beast and splash it onto his cuts and bruises did he suppose he was brought back to Earth. The spires were nowhere to be seen. This was not familiar territory. He looked for Sypha, for Alucard, but then remembering their two small shapes, the dark of Alucard’s cloak and blue of Sypha’s robes, outrunning the collapse of the bridge.

His family trained him to heal the overexerted body after the battle. Rest was important, reusing muscles in the intervals of rest was key. He turned himself over and laid on his back and let himself watch the clouds on the oranged dawn sky. How long did he hurl through the Corridor? It felt like a second and eons. It was night when he slayed Death--slayed Death, what a story for Belmont generations, he hoped to have landed in the corridor with then.

And so he was alone again.

He drifted off and awoke to blinding sunlight. He was still there. This was not a dream. After letting a few clouds pass his eyes, there was nothing to do but lug himself up and stagger forward. He looked at the direction of the river. He did not know this river but there’ll always be towns near rivers. So he followed it upstream.

When night fell, he was sleeping under trees again to settle his bones. In the mornings, he skimmed the grounds for trail mixes and non-toxic mushrooms and bushes for edible berries, thanks to old Speaker lessons, a blending of Belmont teachings derived from their recorded conversations with Speakers (Belmonts could document, Speakers could not), and a bit of the additional knowledge Sypha gave him.

What was that village again? Alucard was with a village headwoman. Perhaps it should have helped to ask before they had to run off to deal with the matter of the madman and the Rebis.

The river trails did lead him to empty villages, with burial grounds and hollowed huts and cabins. It took some deduction and a map he salvaged along with a black cloak to shield him from the hot sun. He did not stay on the path but kept it in sight as he walked through the secluded trees. If there were highwaymen or that damn “pirate of the road,” he didn’t have the energy to really deal with them. The thrill would be nice though.

From the map, he surmised that Danesti was that nearest village to the castle. He vaguely recalled it being nearly a stop when he set off on the road with Sypha. 

--

When he made it to Danesti, there were lumps of burial grounds and a ravaged fortress. But at least there were a few souls, loading wagons, perhaps moving to leave behind the memory of carnage and some that lingered near the burial grounds on their knees, paying their respects.

Trevor found another useful thing. Or it found him. A sturdy black horse with a white diamond on the forehead that nuzzled him when he entered the scratched open gates. It had a steady saddle and pouches. 

No soul around seemed to be interested in it. The horse probably lost its owner. Better not waste a ride. He summoned his strength and threw himself on, the aches rippled through this body, from head to toe, but it was worth it to not move his achy legs even if the road bumps popped waves of back spams.

He so looked forward to a bed, that bed in Dracula’s castle that he stayed in before he went off to adventure with Sypha. He and Sypha slept in different rooms then.

Sypha. He hadn’t talked about it with her. He had seen Belmont women spout curses at their husbands before they would ask God for forgiveness. It was probably a lucky guess the moment Sypha starting screaming curses, but he also noticed she refused her monthly rags and the smell of cooking meat irritated her--“Get that fucking frying pig away from me, Trevor.” It suddenly occurred to his brain that they weren’t as careful on that Lindenfeld bed. Damn it. He always took precautions with any one-night stand he was with. He had no interested in progeny, especially not ones hidden from his knowledge, for this was not a world for new Belmonts. For him and Sypha, an extra mouth to feed was just not in the cards. 

But now, it seemed that the possibility was closer. Death was defeated. 

He had to know if they would live through it all. Sypha probably knew it already of course, before he did. She would figure that out before it did. It was best if Sypha simply confirmed with him before they could have that conversation, if they could rejoin her caravan (Speakers had childbirth knowledge and ways to expel pregnancies) or lay low at the castle (Alucard ought to have knowledge as well). 

Sypha should have been the one to tell him. But he understood if Sypha wanted to murder him for not bringing up. 

He had to know they if would finish Targoviste, although god knows fuck what happened now that they had to abandon it. Every time they moved from troubled town to troubled village to follow the next reported human sacrifice, Sypha would mutter, "We cleared out the night creatures and vampires for them, but we have to trust the people now to save themselves the best they can."

If they had time in that castle... But of course, facing the slews of night creatures and then Death, it was his last and only chance to acknowledge his suspicion to her, regretting the conversation they’ll never have. She knew how to take care of herself and other people, so he had to bring peace to her mind to let her know that he knew--suspected--of something growing and existing within her and that he had faith that it would grow into something wonderful.

Now unless God was fucking with him and threw him into limbo, he’ll ought to find her. The Castle was the natural first stop, at least to talk to Alucard. But it had been, what, a few weeks? He surmised that it was enough time that she would be venturing to her caravan.

--

“Trevor, if you die, I’ll return to my caravan where I would mourn for you, my rude idiot. And I’ll give them every story, our victories and your idiocy.”

"Haha. Also, I'm not going to die."

“If I die, join my caravan. Gain knowledge, exchange it. You don’t have to have the Speaker robes or the mantle. But you won’t be lonely and you’ll be around my family.”

That was the backup plan. She discussed this under the blanket, her cool bare skin against his torso. 

“And what if I rather be alone than with Speakers?“

Her answer surprised him. “Go home, to the Belmont Hold. And you can be lonely there then.”

“Are you forgetting who occupies the Hold?“

“Exactly. You two can be alone together.”

--

She was being generous to make a plan for him. But truth to be told, he would have been happier to wander alone again. At least that's what he told himself. He realized, if Sypha was gone, if her bare flesh wasn't against his right now, if God decided to snatch her from him, he thought about what he would do. She wasn’t wrong. He realized he would have been drawn home to curl up in that tree, and this possibility would also come with seeing Alucard again to break the news.

The spires. The castle.

He could see the spires of the castle now. Alucard that asshole better have that soft bed ready. And with luck, Sypha would be still there or he’ll have to rest to find her.

She probably left. 

As he rode closer to the castle, Trevor could hear people, wagons, horses clopping, and the sawing of wood and clinking of hammers. How long has it been again? Perhaps the refugees were still here, practicing caution in case the demons came back for their village.

Feet scurried close. He was quite ready to fall now. Quite ready to let the Earth be his mattress. The horse came to a halt. He could let the generosity of humans do the rest from here.

The aches yanked him down, two gentle hands graced his back, softening the blow. He squinted as the hood fell and the sunlight poured. He recognized the feel of those small hands as one feels when putting on old clothes.

It was just his luck. There were her big blue eyes, and he was more lost in those seas than he ever was in what his aunt called the “countless levels into Hell.”

“Hello Love.”

--

Next up: Sypha’s angst during those two weeks.

--> PART 2

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[vyladromeave]

SHABOWKNIGHT HEADCANONS PLASTERBOATS

This is how Shabowknights work in my brain. It just is. 

(Warning this is super long. like really long. its literally like 69k+ words im not kid. ding. i did include a couple poupble to help break up the bup the text. so. good lick.)

BECOMING A SHADOWKNIGHT

There is only one requirement for a person to become a shadowknight: you gotta feel it. you gotta reel it. you gotta feel it in the heart of the cards. sometimes ur having a rough day and youknow what thats fine. the shadowlord is totally there for you. hes your homie. your bro. your bromie. he can be anything you want him to be. but most importantly he is here for YOU. hes the cool boss. he lets you slack off on fridays, he puts slightly outdated memes in his powerpoint presentations. all for you. you’re welcome.

Now I hear what you’re thinking. What happens when the Shadowlord has a bad day? He can’t always be there for you, right? Wrong. The Shadowlord is on that grind, as the kids say. The grind never stops. no breaks. Stops? no stops. the only thing the Shadowlord is putting a stop to is ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ʀᴜ'ᴀᴜɴ ʀᴇɢɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ-ʟᴏʀᴅ sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴠᴇʀɴs ɪᴛ. Hes up all night and all day, working hard for you. give him a big thank you.

Not convinced? here’s a cool diagram he made for you. this could be us. you could be partially dead BUT holding hands with your best bro the Shadowlord. and really, what’s better than that? ghat? yeah? no. nothing. nothing is better. look at this diagram and fucking weep.

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SHADOWKNIGHTS AND IMMORTALITY

All Shadowknights are immortal, as in immune to giving a shit. they just dont give a shit. they can just sit around for hours not giving a shit. do you give a shit? you shouldnt. you shoulding. houlding. hold mushrrom. thats what you should be doing right now. what are you waiting for? well???????????

If you were a Shadowknight, you could be holding a mushroom right now. That’s right. a whole mushroom just for you. but you arent. so you wont. why not? what’s stopping you? pledging your undying allegiance to the Shadowlord isnt so bad, we promise. it rocks, actually. we have pizza parties at the end of every month. does your employer hold pizza parties at the end of every month? I didn’t fucking think so.

Now I know what you’re thinking. But I dont waaaannnaaa kill the person I love the most! Well guess what? Sometimes you have to make hard decisions in life. Which is why you’re lucky that this decision is actually an easy one! I mean think about it, end of the month pizza party, mortal emotional attatchments. attachemnts. atatchments. fuck. however you spell it. Which one sounds cool as hell? Thats right. I don’t even have to say it. you know the answer. you already know the answer. i put it in your breain and it stays there.

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Your favorite pizza topping.

What do you want on your pizza? I know you’re technically not one of the bros yet, but theres no way you wont be after all this, so I figured I’d go ahead and get your order down. Yeah i know the pizza party is a month away. im not ordering it right now. im ordering it later. that way its still fresh when it shows up. 

Although the delivery times out here in the nether kinda stink if I’m being honest. dont tell the shadowlord I said that though. he puts in a lot of time and effort to making sure everything is cool down here and like, really he doesn’t need to worry about the whole pizza delivery thing. like he already puts in so much time, the least i can do is cover the pizza thing yknow? 

I actually made the pizzas one month. have you ever made hundreds of personal pan custom pepperoni pizzas. its a lot of work. seriously. I kept burning them. so many burnt personal pan piping hot pipper pepper pepperoni personal pan personal pizzas. luckily im immune to fire, and i can never die. if you were one of the bros, you could be too. here’s your pizza.

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Consuming the Pizza

Go on. eat it. I made it for you. what do you mean when did I have time to make a pizza? just now, while we were talking. didn’t you notice? maybe not. I’m good at making pizzas quickly now. ive had a lot of practice. maybe we could make some personal pan pinni mini pan pepperoni pizzas togethethter sometime.

oh my god. wait. im an idiot. im a fool. i was so focused on making you your personal pan pipini piziza pepperoni peper piza that i didnt even hear what you wanted for your toppings. im so sorry. oh my gosh im so sorry. i really didn’t mean to, i just got caught up in the moment. really. i promise. i know this reflects really badly on the whole shadowknight thing, but i promise this is a rare occasion. really. all the bros here in the nether are really kind and thoughtful, so stuff like this rarely ever happens. I really hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

maybe its better that we dont have personal pipizini personal pan papaza pizzas. im not actually that good at making the pizazis. i lied. im sorry. im so sorry. this doesnt normally happen. i just wanted to sound cool. its been so long since someone’s considered joining the bros, i just wanted you to really like me. im so sorry. oh my god. im so sorry.

•

A Reformed Pizza

The pizza is metaphorical. we’re still friends, right? we’re still bros? future potential bros? the potential kinetic mechanical energy of bros? thats a little science joke for you, whwhwhere i just said the science words. I havent learned about science in a while, ive been stuck down here making personal pan pizzazos for a while. im sorry about the pizza thing again, by the way. i tossed  your bad personal pan pizza in the lava pool over there to make up for how sucks it was. it was really bad. yeah. its probably a good thing that nobody ate it.

A Sturdier Pizza

The pizza is literal. We can make a new pizza. together. with my powers and yours combined. give me your hand. we are holding hands now. these are the hands that will make a new pizza. together. we can do it if we believe. do you believe? in our new world? in our now pizza? you should. you should believe. you better fucking believe it.

look at thsi shit. ohhhhooooooollyf uck. look at that pizza. holy shit. look at that piza. holy shit. balls.

•

Natural Abiblibties

sorry im still jsut thinkginbg aboutt he pizza. homygod. holy shit. did youz seetheat pizza. did you see it. arey you looking. at the pizza. ohmygodc. look at thits. is. its. the pizza. its fucking perfect look at it. ive never made a pizza like that before. we diddit tofgotehr. we did it. the pizza. we did it.

iknow itsnoth the end of the month yet but iwant to have a pizza party. lets do it again. we’re strong enough. we can take on anything tofeger. antyhign. even pizza. especially pizaz. we can. iknow you dont believe it but its strue. lets do it again. lets make a pizza one more time. what dtopping do you want to put on it this time? mushrrom? we can do mushrrom.

here. im handing you a mushrrom. you can put it on the pizza. its a topping. there are many toppings you can put on pizza. you can put on extra cheese too. then iets ecxtra cheesy. cheesy peezy. pizza.

lets do it together.

•

Additional Pizzas

we’ve made so many pizzas. thatslike two whole pizzas. wholy fuck. holy shit. thats twho whole pizzas. bro. thats great! thats amazing! thats two more pizzas than we had before. like seriously we set our mind to the piizza and our brain to the pizza and you smush it and you sus it and then you pizza. woaw! pizza. pizza.

what if we made more pizzas.we could make a pizza for everyone. everyone could knpow of our pizzas. everyone could be just as happy as us. isnt that great? isnt that amazing? we could all pizzas. we could ALL pizzas.

hold on. im calling the bros. they need to know. they need to pizza. ive got two bros right here ready for a pizza. do you think we can do it. thats double the pizza we’ve already made. it could be tough. i know this is a lot of pressure, and it really means a lot to me, but its ok if you want to back down now. pizza is a lot of work. its hard work. i know it is. you know it now too. but we can pizza. we can pizza together.

•

THANK YOU FOR PIZZA!

:) the bros really enjoyed the pizza. thanks for helping me make pizza very appreciate very cool. pizza. im handing you a pizza coupon right now i am folding it into your hand. what store does it go to? dont worry about that. its just a coupon for pizza, you dont have to worry about the specifics. they’ll know what to do with it.

they’ll know.

:)

[punsandfuturekingsmen]

The package on his doorstep is wrapped in blue and gold striped paper, and atop it is a card. The front picture shows a cartoony, zeerust-style robot playing a keytar, with a small birthday hat pasted atop its head as a custom addition. Inside is written: "Happy Birthday, Artie! I had wanted to give this to you in person, but I've come down with a bad headcold and I figured that would be a pretty shitty present to give you. I hope our little friend here makes you smile anyway! He's fallen on some hard times lately as you can see, but I figured you'd enjoy a Project built-in to your gift! I'm sure you can restore his glory days to him! With love -- Vivi"

Inside the box is an antique windup toy. An armored knight sits atop a horse, which is attached to a wheeled base. Though the windup mechanism doesn't work currently, it seems that if it's repaired, not only will the wheels send the toy forward, but the horse's front legs also look to be articulated-- they'll probably move a bit to create the illusion of a trot. It looks like the knight's sword arm might move up and down at the shoulder, too. It's definitely seen better days, even aside from not working, but it should be possible to restore.

He always opens the cards first, but he can't help but nod to himself as he sees it. This was way more Vivi style, with bright blue and nerdy imagery. And this nerdy imagery going for retro futuristic and also jamming out goofily on a keytar? That he was a sucker for, which probably meant one particular Vivi, who was just as much a nerd as he was. Especially with a little birthday hat so carefully added. It was the little things, the little, careful details, because that's what she loved to make perfect in a way that often was perfectly him. His face warmed up as he opened the card.

Arthur frowns at hearing she's not feeling well-- he'd have to get her something to help with that, even if she'd probably have everything she'd need on hand. She would feel bad if she caught it, but that wouldn't stop him from at least leaving her a nice crock of soup or something to nibble on so she didn't have to brave the outside world to restock. Though...she did have her own Arthur. He might do that for her.

He shook his head. That didn't matter as long as she was taken care of, and would Vivi really complain about extra soup?

Instead of thinking further, he filed away the note to send her something, and focused on tearing away the paper. There was something exciting about seeing what it was, especially knowing it might be something he could mess with and tinker on. The box was somewhat heavy, so it made him think metal, and he was proven right on opening it.

Arthur's eyes sparkled as he took in the details. There were little engravings on the sheets of metal that'd been welded to make his armor. They were caked in dirt or dust so they were a garish brown, but they were there, and he could only imagine how pretty they'd look, freshly cleaned and painted with a colorful wash to make them pop. The plates were layered pretty realistically too, and honestly, it was one of the coolest toys he'd seen in years. The helmet had a tiny dent that gave the toy character, and the horse had one of the reins snapped where it should have connected to the knight's free hand. One of the legs felt a little loose at the joint, the pin keeping it in worked out enough that he could see the point coming out the one side.

All of it was fixable, and the innards would probably be fascinating to tinker with, too. Maybe he could make it into a kinetic sculpture, too. Upgrade it to move on its own, like that one inspiring swan sculpture he liked. Maybe he'd strip the paint down and leave it wholly metal. He could incorporate some music if he wanted. There were honestly a thousand things he could do if he was so inclined.

Ooooohhhh..... Vivi was very very good at gifts. He'd have to get her some soup, and find a way to say thank you for something so fucking rad.

[kilojulietsierra]

Seis Dias - Day Three (Frankie Morales x OFC)

They survived the wreck, but now what?

Need to catch up?

Prologue/Day One

Day Two

Day Three

The morning was cold and grey, the air filled with mist from last nights storm. Jo sat huddled under a tree in a borrowed, waterproof jacket, listening as Frankie tried to reach someone on the radio. Eventually he joined her again. Dragging the rest of his gear and her bags with him.

"it's no good." He set the packs down in front of her and joined her under the tree. "Radio is fried. What isn't fried got sheered off in the crash." He stared forlornly at the wreckage of his plane. "I think the transponder is fried too."

Jo pulled his rain jacket tighter around her, "What does that mean?"

He looked at her, moisture dripping off the bill of his cap, his shirt soaked through from being out in the damp, "It means that... when they send out a search, they won't have a signal to hone in on. They'll just have to... fly around and look out the window..." He shook his head, upset with himself.

"And hope they get lucky." Jo added.

Frankie nodded, "And hope we get lucky." After a moment he sat up straighter and grabbed for an Army green backpack he had brought with him. "Here." He pulled out a heavy metal bottle. "Sip. It's the only fresh water I have at the moment."

She nodded and looked around her, eyes wide and thoughts foggy, "What are we gonna do? I mean..." She didn't finish her thought.

"For now we wait. Best case scenario, someone heard our mayday, second best is your people call when you don't show and they send out a search and they find us on their first pass." He sounded falsely optimistic.

"Worst case?"

He took a deep breath and looked from her to the somewhat clear, jungle valley around them, "Worst case; we're on our own."

Joanna didn't know what to say so she unscrewed the bottles lid and took a sip. "I'd kill for a cup of black coffee right now." She coughed out a dry chuckle.

Frankie looked back to her, a small quirk at the side of his mouth, "The good, stout, bitter kind you could clean battery cables with."

"Mhmm." She handed him the bottle and reached for her camera bag, scared at what she might find.

Thousands of dollars worth of lenses cracked or shattered, one of her telescopic lenses had even snapped in half in the landing. She was on the verge of tears until she pulled out her camera. It had survived, battery charged and all.

"Is it okay?" Frankie was looking over her shoulder.

With a small nod Jo began digging out her memory chip pouch and extra battery. Shoving them into her regular back pack before slouching back against the tree, cradling her beloved Nikon. She powered it up and aimed it at the wreckage in front of them. A sharp shutter sound snapped through the silence and she leaned back from the viewfinder to look at the display.

Frankie looked at the photo she had taken. The plane a indistinguishable heap in the foreground and the sharp, green ridge they had barely made it over last night in the background, obscured by a layer of tropical fog a few hundred feet up and draped in an eerie grey mist. It twisted something in his gut to see the photo, somehow even more haunting than the reality in front of them. "Wow." She didn't say anything, just stared at the screen, rubbing a thumb back and forth over the edge. "I'm glad it's okay."

That got her to look up, a dozen emotions in her eyes, half of them twisting the knife Frankie already felt in his chest for what had happened to them.

"So, what do we do."

Taking her clear plea for something to lean on Frankie focused. "Let's take another few minutes, collect our thoughts. Then we'll go through our gear and sort out the essentials. That'll give your people time to notice you didn't make it and call in S and R. The chance of them finding us with out a transponder are slim and they get slimmer after the first 24 hours. If nobody has shown up by tomorrow morning... we take the gear we can carry and hike out."

"Hike out? You've got to be fucking crazy!" Joanna turned to face him wide eyed, and pale. This isn't Yellowstone, you don't just hike out of the fucking rainforest!"

If only she knew, Frankie thought. "I'm open to other suggestions if you have one but Joanna listen to me, if they do not find us today, walking out is about our only option."

"This can't be happening." Without warning she shoved to her feet and walked out into the clearing.

Frankie stood and stepped after her but thought better of it, letting her go as long as she stayed where he could see her. So, while he let her have the space she needed, he began to dig more thoroughly through the wreckage and sort though his gear.

He had everything pulled from the plane by the time she joined him again. "I don't think I can do this Frankie."

Standing up straight he stretched his back and turned to face her, "I think you can Jo."

In silence they stood there, in the wild, looking each other in the eye, neither breaking the gaze until Jo nods.

~~~

The sun had burnt away the clouds and the drizzle that had clung to the ridges and now the air was overheated and muggy. Their shirts were soaked with sweat and their jeans covered in mud as they sat in the shade, each with their pack of essentials next to them. Ready to go. MREs, a fire starter kit, zippo lighter, the water bottle and water filtration kit, a first aid kit, wet gear, cold weather gear, a K-BAR knife, two flashlights, Joanna's camera with its SD cards and spare battery, a couple changes of clothes, as many dry socks as they had and their personal identification in watertight pouches, a machete and one flare gun with one flare in it. This was distributed between their two packs and that in addition to the clothes on their back is what they would take with them if they made that decision.

What gear they didn't plan to take they stowed back into the damaged fuselage of the plane, a perhaps meaningless attempt to leave as little mess as possible.

Jo spent the afternoon keeping herself occupied the only way she knew how.

Frankie watched her from the shade as she circled the crash site taking pictures, occasionally she would turn away and snap a picture of something else that caught her eye.

They hadn't spoken much since their minor disagreement. So when she sat next to him and held the camera out to him with the LCD screen displaying the pictures, and said as dry and matter of fact as a person could, "For your insurance, in case they ask." Frankie could not help but laugh out loud. A deep, honest, cheek burning laugh that soon took her along with him. Until they were both covered in sweat and mud and laughing hysterically on the jungle floor. Waiting for a rescue that they both knew now, would not be coming.

~~~

The sun had set and Frankie had started a small fire, mostly to see by and dry out their clothes.

"How long would it take?"

In front of him Frankie had a map and compass, "Depending on the pace we can keep; three days. There's lots of little villages on the rivers down by the coast. Just got to find the water and follow it out."

"That's actually really smart." Jo murmured, impressed.

"I have my moments." Frankie folded the map to stow it back in his bag, "If we are where I think we are, we should be able to find a river tomorrow. That will be the hard part, from there it's relatively easy." He paused as if unsure what to say next, "Have you ever done this type of stuff before?" Before she could hit him with the sarcastic comment about her lack of plane crash experience he saw coming he elaborated, "Do you camp, hike, hunt... anything like that?"

Uneasy Jo shrugged, "I used to camp and stuff but... more when I was younger and... it's been..." She did the math in her head, easy math, "A few years. Nothing this extreme."

"Some experience is better than none. At least I won't have to piggy back you out of here." Frankie chuckled.

"How about you?"

"What?"

"You seem like you have some experience with... this." She gestured at the wreck and the wilderness surrounding them.

He didn't say anything at first, just scratched at the patch of beard on his cheek. "Some yeah."

Taking the vague answer for the hint that it was, Jo asked the only question she had left to ask, "We're doing this aren't we?"

Neither of them slept much that night. They just sat across the fire from each other and watched the flames die out.

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Day Four - Read it now!

[boneswriteswords]

Could you do a poly!modern! Lost boys x reader? (Also I’m here if you ever need to talk❤️)

This ask watered my crops and cleared my acne. Thank you. This was pretty fun to write. Head canons are a lot less stressful for me because I’m not too focused on my writing style. 

Hope you like it!

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- Okay listen up all you baby bats, these boys 100% have a youtube channel. They share one channel and all do different things, from commentary to gaming to history. There is a calendar and schedule of who records and uploads on what days. They all like the attention they get from it because they are attention whores.

    - They have also tried to get you on their channel. They established really early on that they were in a poly relationship and that they had a fifth partner but whether you decide to make an appearance on the channel is 100% up to you. They don’t use your name without permission and only talk about you using various nicknames.

    - If you do decide to make an appearance, they are all so happy about it. Marko and Paul will definitely try and do one of those couple videos where you answer questions about the relationship but will also derail it completely like the chaotic little gremlins they are.  

- David hates cellphones but he likes the easy access he has to you and the boys. He does not give out his number so his only contacts are you, the boys, and Max. Paul has a billion contacts but mainly uses it for games and booty calls. Dwayne has all the important apps on his phone - Lyft, Postmates, Starbucks, Spotify, Audible, etc. - because he is responsible. Marko uses his phone to take photos and gather art inspiration. Every single of one your phone backgrounds are of the group together in various ways.

      - (David highkey believes his photo is the best. You and the other boys had passed out in an adorable puppy pile beside (and on top of) him and he had tilted the camera so he could get all five of you in the photo. He has the softest smile on his face.)

    - (Paul argues that his is the best because its a collage of all his partners in various states of undress. How he got David to send a nude is beyond your understanding.)

- Speaking of nuuudddeeess.....

      - Paul is bad about it. The worst. The other boys send them too but no one can open a message from Paul in public because chances are there is a nude. He hands them out to you all like candy.

     - Surprisingly Dwayne is also a big fan of sending nudes but he does them artfully. His lighting and angle are always on point and its more of ‘look at how hot your boyfriend is’ as opposed to ‘I’m horny, wanna fuck?’ He knows he looks good, he knows his partners know he looks good, and he likes to remind his partners that he is attractive for them and only them.

     - And lemme tell you something really fast. The first time that YOU send THEM a nude or sexy photo, it was a lot for them. They couldn’t handle it. It was a giant collective ERROR message. They didn’t know what to do. You were too hot. Too sexy. David still has no idea how to react to that photo.

     - ALSO!!! Never send a nude when you are gone away from the home. You did that once and you had them risking daylight to come get your ass.

- Marko is a meme goblin and no I don’t take criticism and will not elaborate. Just know that he likes memes, hoards memes, makes memes, and has been put in the time-out closet for memes.

- This is about to get NSFW for a sec so hold on.

     - David and Marko are the ones who really enjoy using modern sex toys. David is big on domination, control, edging, and the like. Marko is a big ole subby boy who wants nothing more than to be tied up and fucked. They like experimenting with all the things that come out and they drag you, Paul, and Dwayne along for the ride. (Don’t worry, its actually a really fun one, I promise.)

    - Dwayne absolutely loves when one of you call him just to tell him all the dirty things you have planned for him and then hanging up so do it as much as possible. Ok? Ok.

    - Paul is a chaotic horny baby. He likes it gentle. He likes it rough. He likes praise. He likes punishment. He likes damn near everything and will try absolutely anything so please watch him to make sure he doesn’t find something dumb on the internet.

- Okay, ending NSFW. For now.....

- They hate when you aren’t all together - because, lets face it, they are codependent as fuck - but Skype and Facetime have made it easier for them to handle when one of their own is gone. Its harder when its you that is gone because you are the newest addition, the youngest of them, but none of them will ever admit it.

    - David, especially, will never admit that he cannot handle when you or one of his boys are gone. He hates feeling like he can’t protect you, that he can’t be there to intervene if something happens, but he keeps it to himself.

   - You all know anyway and make sure to give him extra attention when you come back.

- You have a paper on your corkboard of all your streaming accounts and passwords because no one knows who signed up for what anymore. Netflix, Amazon, Hulu, Disney +, etc - no one knows who has what and sometimes the passwords need to be reentered. You - however - are in charge of taking care of any and all bills. You have their cards and pin numbers.

      - If you are sick or unavailable, Dwayne does it.

      - If you and Dwayne can’t do it, there is a doc on your shared google drive labeled ‘emergencies’ that the other three can use.

- There are certain shows and/or series that you all watch together and no one is allowed to move ahead without the others. Its an unspoken rule that hasn’t been broken thus far but the intensity of this rule implies that there will be negative consequence for those who break it. A big one.

- They all play Pokemon Go. Paul and Marko are yellow. David is red. Dwayne is blue. They all sneak away to take each other’s gyms because they’re assholes. You play but you aren’t on one of the colored teams just to piss them off.

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END

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[smutfanfictionlover-blog]

I GOT YOU- BAEKHO/ KANG DONGHO(NU’EST) SMUT FANFIC PART III. BIG SURPRISE (FINAL)

OTHER PARTS:

PART I. SECRET EVENT

PART II. VIDEO CALL EVENT

FAST FORWARD……

It was 1am and Baekho reached the building where Y/N’s condo unit was and he wears a black face mask so that no one will recognize him and he went in front of Y/N’s condo unit and he is thinking what would be the password of her door. He tried to type her birth date but it didn’t worked.“ I should think other password quickly, I don’t have much time. Someone might saw me in this hour.”Baekho thought. Then he is still thinking and it made have him an idea that it might their debut date or his birth date. He tried first their debut date but still it didn’t worked.

“ Aish! This is hard! But It can be my birthday because Y/N is my fan. This should be it!” Baekho said to himself. Then he tried his birthday and it opened the door.

“  I knew it! That’s one a good password huh?” Baekho thought and he smirked and he went silently inside Y/N’s condo unit and even though the lights are turned-off he can slightly see their posters and when he was in a small living room he saw a Men’s health magazine with the cover of him who was shirtless and when he saw the magazine.

“Y/N really likes seeing me like this huh?” Baekho thought and he smirked and he saw that her room is open and he peeked inside and he saw Y/N sleeping while hugging a big and long pillow that has his shirtless photo of him.

“It really looks like she fantasizes me with that photo haha! Oh well, she is my fan after all and I find it cute though” Baekho said as he sat beside the bed and.

“ I think I should sleep beside her, So that it will be a big surprise for her in the morning and I should be resting too.” Baekho thought. Sometimes, Baekho has a routine going to sleep shirtless so he slept beside Y/N shirtless and thankfully it has space for him too sleep beside her and hug her.

“ I love her scent. I wonder how will she react tomorrow if she will saw me hugging her shirtless while sleeping. Oh well, I am excited for tomorrow!” Baekho thought and he slept as he hugged Y/N. Throughout their sleeping session Y/N didn’t feel anything someone is beside her.

NEXT DAY……………

Y/N is still sleeping and Baekho was the first one to wake up.

“ It seems Y/N has good night sleep and a heavy sleeper too. I should cook breakfast for her so that I will surprise her when she woke up.” Baekho thought and kissed Y/N forehead and she still didn’t woke up after that and Baekho decided to go to the kitchen and cook some simple breakfast and that time Y/N woke up and...

“ I should have sleep more to finish my dream with Baekho oppa. Being in his hug gosh! It’s really warm and I should eat breakfast now!” Y/N said to herself. Then she saw a black coat and a shirt in a chair inside the room and she smelled the perfume that it belongs to a man.

“OMO! A man is inside my condo unit right now! I hope he is not a stalker or a bad guy!” Y/N thought. Then she saw a wallet in the pocket of the long black coat and she saw an id card and what made Y/N shock is that it was belong to Baekho and the name in the identification card is his real name “ Kang Dongho” with his photo and.

“OMO! What is happening right now? Is this real Baekho of Nu’est is in my condo unit right now? I should look up for him now!” Y/N thought and she went outside and she smelled food and she went to the kitchen and she saw a shirtless Baekho while still cooking and she also saw his muscular back and biceps.

“ OMG! His bod! Those muscular biceps and his back view oh gosh!I don’t know what to say! Calm your nerves Y/N! ok?” Y/N said to herself. While Baekho is still cooking, he heard footsteps and he knows that its Y/N and he can also feel that she is still admiring and checking out him and he just smirked. Then Baekho spoke a few words.

“ Staring too much, Y/N? Your eyes like daggers in my back! Haha!” Baekho said and smirked as he still focused in cooking and Y/N cut off her thoughts.

“ Mwo?(What?) I am not, But why and how did you get in my condo unit? I am seriously shocked that you sneaked in to my condo unit like this Baekho oppa!” Y/N asked. Then Baekho finally face Y/N and talked to her but Y/N’s eyes went to Baekho’s chest and abs.

” Fuck! OMG! His tattoos in his chest, arms and biceps oh god! I shouldn’t make him face to me while he is cooking now. I should calm in this situation right now!” Y/N thought as she still stare at Baekho’s body build and Baekho noticed it again and then he smirked again too.

“ I know I am hot Y/N, if you stare at me like that, you don’t know what I can do to you.” Baekho said. Then Y/N stopped staring at Baekho’s body.

“ Oh Sorry Baekho oppa, so answer me why and how did you went in to my condo unit?” Y/N said.

“I am hungry now, I think I should answer that while we are eating our breakfast, is that ok?” Baekho said.

“ Yup, It’s fine I am not rushing you Baekho oppa.” Y/N said and smiled at Baekho and he smiled back at her. While they are eating their breakfast…

“ Well I think should answer it now, Don’t you remember what I told you yesterday that a prize will be given to have the best reaction?” Baekho said.

“ I remember that, but I didn’t know that this will be the prize,sneaking to a fan’s house”. Y/N said and laughed.

“ Haha! Honestly the prize should be only visit the fan’s house but I just change the prize I think, I just sneaked in your condo unit at dawn.” Baekho said and smiled at Y/N.

“ What? You sneaked in my condo unit in that hour? and you also opened the door and how did you know my password?” Y/N asked.

“ Yup, I sneaked in that hour so that I am sure that you are already asleep. About the password, you chose a good password though. But at first, I struggled to think what is your password but then I come up with your birthday and our debut date but none of them cannot open the door and then I remembered that you are my fan since debut so I just think that it’s my birthday and it opened haha!” Baekho said as he laughed and smiled at Y/N.

“ Oh I see! I didn’t expect to see you here really in my life because I am just your fan.” Y/N said and smiled at Baekho.

“ You know Y/N, I would like to give an additional prize to you. I also I think you are a special fan of mine.” Baekho said and winked at Y/N.

“ Mwo?(what?) An additional prize? And what is that prize?” Y/N asked and she can’t take her eyes off Baekho’s face and his body. Baekho noticed again her that is staring at him again.

“ Should I give you a hint first, I can say that it should be a secret prize that no one should know and you know what Y/N your eyes is really something *pointing to Y/N’s eyes* I don’t know but I want to be honest to you I am kind a tensed with that stare and I feel that you want something from me. Are you?” Baekho said and smirked and Y/N looked away.

“ What are you talking about Baekho oppa, what’s the matter If I admire you’re body? I just stared at them because I like how you took care of them and Yes, you are hot with that body!” Y/N said and blushed. Then Baekho suddenly stood up and walked towards to her and Y/N was shocked as Baekho walked over to her closely and lifted her chin up slightly.

“ Don’t hide it from me Y/N, I know it from the start especially when you are watching the video, I think those focused eyes on me are having some you know “ dirty thoughts” Am I right?” Baekho whispered to her ears and he slightly licked Y/N’s ears.

“ Ugh! Baekho oppa!” Y/N moaned and she slightly pushed Baekho away from her.

“ Stop this Baekho oppa! I know you are hot but I don’t have any plans to do it with you because you are an idol and I don’t want to ruin your life.” Y/N said.

“ Oh come on Y/N, I can see it in your eyes don’t deny it and you are making an excuse. I know I am an idol and I know many eyes are on me and I am being extra careful with my actions don’t worry about that. Ok? “ Baekho said and he slightly touches her face and Y/N blushed.

“ Ok I understand that, but still I am not allowed to do that!” Y/N said as she didn’t look to Baekho’s face and she saw Baekho’s pants is having an erection.

“ Oh shit! He’s aroused! Fuck! What I am going to do now! I am screwed!” Y/N thought. But Baekho didn’t notice Y/N’s eyes on her bulge.

“ So meaning you want it! but this will be the additional prize for you or should I test you? .” Baekho said and smirked.

“ Mwo?(What?) Test me? How, Baekho oppa? this is out of the line! Just stop it Please!” Y/N said and looked at Baekho’s eyes and she saw that it was filled with lust.

“ Oh gosh! Baekho oppa is really horny right now! I have to calm down!” Y/N thought.

“ No I will not stop Y/N, I guess you will end up fell in to my spell in any minute or an hour. I will test you on how will you react again to another fancam of mine and if you just covered your eyes, scream or any actions that made me think that you really like seeing me in this state. If you do 3 actions, Well you should know what would be the consequence of this test is that------ *Baekho went closer to Y/N’s ears* Your body will be mine from this day,remember that Y/N ” Baekho said and she got goosebumps to hear Baekho’s low and husky voice.

“ Gosh! He’s deadly hot if he’s horny but I have to control this feeling! I shouldn’t be in this situation right now!He will ravish me in no time and I am still a virgin gosh!” Y/N thought.

“ Fine! I have no choice. I will try the test Aish!” Y/N said and slightly covered her face.

“ My gosh! What did I just put myself in to! This is making me crazy because of this hottie in front of me!” Y/N thought.

“ Ok good! Can we start Y/N?” Baekho said. Then Y/N breathe first and tried to calm down her.

“ Ok I am ready Baekho oppa!” Y/N said. Then Baekho played the fancam and Y/N stared at the video and every time his abs flashed she subconsciously covered her mouth because she was still shocked and Baekho paused the video.

“ First warning Y/N! remember the rules.” Baekho said smirked and Y/N nodded and he played the video again and Y/N is watching again and she tried to calm down her nerves seeing his abs and tattoos in his chest and Y/N’s eyes suddenly went to Baekho’s body again not watching the video anymore and Baekho noticed it and smirked at her.

“ Oh fuck! Shit! Your body! Gosh!” Y/N said and covered her mouth again because of her words. Then Baekho stopped the video and.

“ Watch your words baby! I heard it and saw where you are looking to! Don’t deny it and that’s already a red flag for me and it’s over!.” Baekho said and he kissed Y/N passionately and in a rough way.

“ He is kissing me right now! OMO! Baekho will took my virginity now! shit!” Y/N thought.

While Baekho kissing her, she tried to pulled out from the kiss but she didn’t have energy to stopped him and Baekho dominate her mouth in the make-out session and Y/N gave in and he decided to sit her on his lap so that he can carry her to the bedroom and while Baekho is still kissing her he went to the bedroom and when they reached the bedroom, he laid Y/N in the bed while still they are making-out and then Baekho remove all Y/N’s clothes and he stopped what he was doing to her and he removes his pants and boxers. Then Y/N saw his full naked body.

“ Oh my gosh! He will ruin me right now! I can’t handle this anymore! This is too much for me!shit! “ Y/N thought and she covered her body from Baekho because she is insecure. Then Baekho noticed that she covered herself with a blanket and he snatched away the blanket to Y/N.

“ Oh no Y/N, don’t hide it, You’re sexy and I saw that you are curious If I will fit to you, don’t worry this will fit to you later. Just enjoy this with me, I hold it longer but because of you I can’t keep my cool and your body will be mine from now on remember that baby!” Baekho said and he kissed Y/N’s neck and she moaned his name and he bite her neck and.

“ Baekho oppa! Mmmm!” Y/N moaned. Then as he bites her neck he licked and he left a hickey on it and he made way to Y/N’s breast and he knead it, suck and lick it and he slightly bite her nipples that made Y/N moaned more and made her more crazy and she pushed Baekho’s head more into her breast.

“ OH gosh! Baekho oppa! That feels so good!” Y/N moaned.

“ Good girl Y/N! I really like the way you moan my name its very sexy and hot!” Baekho said.Then after focusing on her breast, he slightly spread his legs wide but because Y/N is shy she slightly close her legs too.

“Don’t be like that Y/N, I will punish you if you resist this. Just relax and just enjoy this!” Baekho said and Y/N obeyed and he smirked. Then as he went between Y/N’s legs he first lick and kiss her inner thighs that made Y/N moaned slightly to the contact and then suddenly she felt a finger into her clit and.

“ Oh fuck! Baekho oppa! Shit!!!!!” Y/N moaned and screamed.

“That’s right baby, moan and scream my name!” Baekho said then he pushed his fingers in and out faster and he also lick her clit.

“ Oh my Baekho oppa! Shit! More! Ugh! Ah!” Y/N moaned and she pushed Baekho’s head more in her clit and while Baekho is still fingering her, he also sucked her clit that made Y/N more crazy and she also grip the bed sheets and that made Baekho smirked and made him more aroused by Y/N’s actions and moans she is making and as he continues to eat her out…

“ Y/N you can cum now in my mouth!” Baekho said Then Y/N cum in to his mouth and he stopped on what’s he doing and Y/N saw Baekho lick his fingers and,

“ You’re delicious Y/N, you know that?” Baekho said and stared at her and.

“ Oh fuck! He is just so hot like that!” Y/N thought and she subconsciously licked her lips from the sight and Baekho saw it.

“Oh! It looks like my baby, Wants me bad now huh? Tell me Y/N!” Baekho said. Then Y/N smirked at him.

“ Fine you win Baekho oppa! I did expect you to be really a dominant one and I can’t deny that you’re really hot when you are horny and yes I want you so badly but….” Y/N said and she can’t finished her statement.

“ But what?” Baekho asked as he hovered above her.

“ I want to confess that I am a virgin and you will be my first.” Y/N said and she looked away from Baekho and he lifted her chin up to make eye contact with him.

“ It’s ok Y/N, I am happy that I will be your first and I want to tell you that I chose you because of the message that was sent via twitter and I think that person who registered you in the event can be your friend and I am happy for my choice and after I saw you. I feel that everything will be happened this day is right and..” Baekho said and he didn’t finished off his statement.

“ And what?” Y/N said and she just stared at Baekho.

“ You will know the next statement after we do this. I just want you now so bad Y/N! just hold on to me if it hurts. So are you ready?” Baekho said and smirked.

“ Yes Baekho oppa! I am ready for you!” Y/N said. Then Baekho insert his cock to Y/N and she screamed.

“ Oh my gosh Baekho oppa!! fuck! It hurts!!” Y/N said and she held into Baekho’s biceps and he kissed Y/N passionately again and went to her neck so that Y/N will forget how it hurts and in a few seconds.

“Ugh! Ah! Baekho oppa, you can move now!” Y/N said then Baekho obeyed and his thrusts are slow first but as Y/N adjust to Baekho’s size….

“ You can go faster and harder, if you want Baekho oppa!” Y/N moaned.

“ As you wish Y/N, don’t blame me after this if you can’t walk!.” Baekho said and bite Y/N’s ears and she moaned. Then Baekho thrust his cock to her fast and hard and Y/N moaned non-stop.

“ shit Baekho oppa has a lot of stamina! I can’t get enough of this!Fuck!” Y/N thought and her thoughts were cut-off when Baekho’s thrusts became rough and he thrust on to Y/N mercilessly and also he thrusts on to her deeper and he hit her g-spot in no time.

“Fuck! Baekho oppa! Right there!!!UGH! AH! UGH!!” Y/N moaned loudly.

“ Fuck Y/N! You’re so tight I liked it! Ugh! Ah yeah!” Baekho said as he still in a hard and rough pace that made Y/N more insane.

“ My gosh!Baekho oppa! You literally ruin me oh fuck! Ugh! Ah! I will cum!!! Ugh shit!!” Y/N moaned.

“Wait for me Y/N! fuck! Feels so good inside of you ugh!” Baekho said and.

“ Shit! Baekho oppa is really rough and he will make me really tired! Gosh!” Y/N thought. Then in few minutes of Baekho’s thrusts..

“ Cum now Y/N! Ugh! Oh fuck!” Baekho said and Y/N cum with him and he collapsed above Y/N and Y/N hugged him.

“ I like his body to me. It’s so warm!” Y/N thought. Then Baekho laid beside Y/N and looked at her.

“ About the statement, I want to finish is that for me this will not be just only sex or a one night stand for me well even though it’s broad day light now haha! But seriously, I fell in love with you Y/N, especially when you are focused in watching my fancam in the video call and also I thanked the person who registered you to that event and if turns out that its your friend you should thank her because she made me want to meet you. I love you Y/N.!” Baekho said smiled and Y/N blushed at his words.

“ Aww so cheesy and sweet, Baekho oppa! Don’t worry If I found out who registered me I will surely thanked her she made my dream come true to see you closely. I want also to admit that you are very rough when it comes to this thing huh! I find out sexy and hot though and It was mind-blowing gosh! Also I am curious what message did someone sent you that made you chose me in the event. Well for now I don’t mind, I just know that I love you too so much Bakeho oppa!” Y/N said and she winked at Baekho and He kissed her again passionately and pulled out from the kiss.

“ I think we should rest for now, because you sneaked in to my house at dawn and I became tried because of you gosh you are a horny beast Baekho oppa!” Y/N said and laughed.

“ Yah! This is all your fault Y/N, I tried to keep my cool to you and I noticed you many times you are checking me out. Are you really that fond of my body build? Hahaha!” Baekho said and laughed and Y/N blushed.

“ Aish! Fine! It’s all my fault. But yes, I am really fond of your body build and I can’t stop staring at it because its sexy and that’s all. Sorry about that, I became like a perverted fan to you haha!” Y/N said and blushed and smiled at Baekho.

“It’s ok Y/N! at least I know that you are not that innocent haha! Well we should at least nap now. I am really sleepy now ok?I love you again Y/N!” Baekho said and smiled at Y/N.

“ I love you too Baekho oppa!” Y/N said and they kissed. But after they kissed, someone called Y/N.

“ Aish! Someone ruined our moment!” Y/N said as she was frustrated to who is calling her and Baekho laughed at her and.

“ You can pick-up the call Y/N, put the call in to a loud speaker so that I can listen to your conversation and she might be the friend that registered you in the event. Ask her and don’t tell her that I am in your condo unit now. But if we found out that she is the one who registered you in the event, you can tell her I am here and we are now dating.” Baekho said and winked at Y/N.

“ Ok Baekho oppa!” Y/N said and smiled and she saw that it’s Minji and she answered it and put the call in to a loud speaker for Baekho to hear the conversation.

THEIR CONVERSATION…………..

Y/N: Yoboseyo! (Hello!) Minji-yah!

Minji: Y/N! how’s the event yesterday? You didn’t update me. I waited for you to call about Baekho oppa’s choice. So how did it go?

Y/N: Well fortunately, I was chosen by Baekho as the best reaction.

Minji: OMO! Congratulations Y/N! I am so happy for you! You made your dream come true!

Y/N: I think someone else made my dream come true, not me. I am thankful to that person who registered me without me knowing something from the start and I am really also curious what message did she sent for the event that made Baekho choose me until the end of the event.

Minji: Huh? What are you talking about? You didn’t register for that event? So, who can that be person? Do you have any clue who is it?

Y/N: I don’t have, but It made me feel that one of my closest friend, registered me in the event. What can you say about that?

Minji: Oh! I see! She really did a good job right?

Y/N: Yes! She really did a good job to the point I remember she told me that I should try to register and join even though I already told her that I will not be joining because I know myself that I will not be able to keep my cool and my byuntae (pervert) side to Baekho oppa. Am I right Minji?

* Baekho slightly laughed in the reason why Y/N don’t want to join the event*

Minji: Mwo?(What) are you saying that I am the one who registered you?

Y/N: Why? Am I incorrect? Oh come on Minji! Don’t deny it! I know you and also you are only my friend.

Minji: Aish! Ok! I was the one who registered you in that event.

* As Y/N and Baekho heard it they smirked and laughed at the same time*

Y/N: Thank you Minji for what registering me in that event and also I am curious what message did you sent to Baekho oppa?

Minji: Did you remember I asked you what you want to say for Baekho oppa?

Y/N: Yes, I remember that. Wait! What? How did you capture all my message to him?

Minji: While you are speaking I decided to record and transcribe it so that I can send the message to him and that’s all.

Y/N: Oh! That’s why Baekho chose me.By the way I have something to tell you but please keep this a secret ok?

Minji: Sure Y/N! What is that?

Y/N: Baekho is right beside me now and he is listening to our conversation and we are….

Baekho: We are now dating from this day!

Y/N: Yah Baekho oppa! I am still finishing the statement aish!

Minji: OMO! Baekho oppa! Take care of Y/N ok? For Y/N, I am happy and proud of you! I hope you will have a long-lasting relationship!

Baekho: By the way, Thanks for registering Y/N in the event, I was able to meet her.

Minji: No problem Baekho oppa!

Then someone butted in their conversation in Minji’s line.

Unknown voice: Baekho-yah!

Minji: Quiet oppa! I am still talking to someone.

Y/N: Minji-yah! Who is with you right now?

Unknown voice: Annyeong! I am Nu’est’s leader JR!

Y/N: OMO! Jonghyun oppa! Is that really you?

Jonghyun/JR: Ne! I am! Hahaha!

Y/N: Can I speak to Minji?

Jonghyun/JR: sure hahaha!

Then Jonghyun handed the phone to Minji.

Minji: Waeyo Y/N ? (Why Y/N?)

Y/N: how did Jonghyun oppa teleport in your house? * Baekho laughs at her statement*

Minji: Yah! He didn’t teleport. He really visited me and of course how would I not register myself to the event. Duh!

Y/N: Woah! I can say we are both lucky!

Minji: I guess so haha! I think Jonghyun will talk to Baekho too.

Y/N: Oh ok! Here’s Baekho beside me.

Jonghyun/JR: Baekho-yah! How’s your first date in Y/N’s house?

Baekho: It went well and we get along of course. But I should tell you other things you know haha!

Jonghyun/JR: Oh I see haha! By the way I am also dating Y/N’s friend and you know there’s something behind it haha!

Baekho and Y/N: Mworago? (what did you say?)

Minji: Aish! Jonghyun oppa why did you tell them.

Y/N: Waeyo? Is there something wrong with that, Minji-yah?

Minji: No! I am just shy you know.

Y/N: Ei! I doubt you are shy. You are also proud of yourself now. *Baekho laughed*

Minji: Ok fine! Hahah! Important now is we are happy and we are not single anymore.

Y/N: You are right Minji. I hope also the two of you have a long lasting relationship like what you said to us earlier.

Minji: Thanks Y/N! Well we should get going. Jonghyun oppa will take me into a date now.

Jonghyun/JR: Yeah! We will be going now! Baekho-yah! Y/N! See you soon! Bye!!!

Minji: Bye Y/N and Baekho oppa!

Baekho and Y/N: Bye! Take care both of you!

END OF CONVERSATION….

“ I didn’t expect that Minji will be also chosen by Jonghyun oppa and it seems they also did it too like us haha!” Y/N said and laughed.

“ I think so too, I bet Jonghyun hyung will tell me If we will see again during the promotion. Oh well, that was a long phone call haha, We should really nap now. I am really tired. Lets sleep now! I love you again and again Y/N!” Baekho said and kissed Y/N.

“ I love you too more and more Baekho oppa!” Y/N said and she hugged Baekho and they slept peacefully.

                                      끝 KKEUT (THE END)

Thanks for reading my first smut fanfic for Baekho oppa and I hope you expect other fanfictions from me Gomawo!!!! :)

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The Grand Tranquility Hotel (VII)

Pairing: Alex Turner/Reader

Summary: An eccentric hotel owner and an inquisitive writer find solace in each other when they both seemed to be at the edge of rock bottom.

Notes: Two chapters in one day because I had a lot of inspiration. Make sure you didn’t miss chapter six!

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Chapter VII - Batphone

It was an early morning for her, and perhaps it was because of the renewed feeling of tranquility she’d gotten after speaking with mister Turner. She felt as if she’d taken big steps forwards with him, especially when it came to gaining his delicate trust, and though she didn’t want to admit it, she was looking forward to spending more time with him soon.

She’d thrown on a floral dress for no particular occasion, and her brown shoes tapped down the stairs in search of the way to the dining hall. However, when she heard the distinct sound of voices coming from the lobby, she took a detour.

She was greeted with the sight of the hotel owner himself, joined not only by his staff, but by Miles as well. A smaller suitcase stood next to him on the floor and he was wearing a dark trench coat with its collar lifted. His eyes, covered by his aviator shades, finally noticed her figure in the doorway and he motioned for her to come closer. Miles gave her a quick kiss on the cheek to greet her before Alex stepped her aside. “I’m afraid your novel research is going to be delayed for a bit,” he explained, “Miles and I have some unforeseen business to attend to. However, I’ll ask Matthew to keep you entertained with a few of his notorious tales about the hotel. I won’t be gone for longer than a day.”

“Oh, alright,” she replied stumblingly, “Why are you so suddenly keen on helping me write this novel? It appears as if you’re really going out of your way to provide me with all the details. Don’t bother Matthew with it though, I’m sure he’ll have enough to do as it is while you’re gone, mister Turner.” She saw a glint of something she couldn’t place flash across his eyes. “Who’s seeing ulterior motives behind everything now, writer?” he asked in amusement. She narrowed his eyes at him, to which he only gave a smirk.

“Matthew, I’m leaving you in charge,” Alex proclaimed, handing him the main set of keys. “Don’t set anything on fire, please.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Matt replied innocently. Alex snorted and Matt smiled, but as the hotel owner turned his back to him she noticed him tucked the keys in his pocket with a shaking hand. What was going on? His eyes were darting to the doors and as they walked to the car to wave the two men off, he kept his gaze searching across the yard.

As soon as they were inside, she turned to the man at hand. “Matthew, you’re acting strange and I can tell it’s not because of mister Turner’s absence. What’s happening?”

“It’s nothing, miss,” Matt replied, trying, but very much failing, at sounding casual. “I was just checking if the gardener had already finished his job.” She hummed, “Sure you have.” He raised his brow at her. “There’s no need for concern, miss, truly. And after all, you already have mister Turner to worry about. No need to add fuel to the fire.” Her mouth dropped open as a pink colour dusted her cheeks. He’d ran out the front entrance before she was able to smack him.

“Is there anything I can help you with today, Nick? I get awfully bored these days,” she mused. Nick gave her a meek smile. “Glad we’re such good entertainment for you, miss. Do you have any experience with accountancy?” “Loads,” she replied, “Used to do the taxes for my mother, too.” “Great. It’s the box in the back office, the newer files need to be taken care of and sorted, if you have the patience for it.” “Only for you, Nicholas.”

Taking her seat at the desk behind the television screens, she was reminded of the incessant static noise filling the room. She decided to try to refrain from ripping the plugs out of their sockets and focused on the heaping box in front of her. It was a disorganized mess, but having experienced the way her mother used to sort things, she knew she’d do fine.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but it was only when reading the last file that needed to be sorted, did she notice something strange. It led her to reach for older transcriptions that she’d previously sorted, and the non-matching data only confused her more.

When Nick finally showed up again, looking like a dishevelled mess, he asked her if she could go and help Matt outside for a moment, instead.

“Uh, sure,” she replied half-heartedly, her eyes still glued to the papers, “By the way, I was just going through your accounts and I found a returning bank account you’ve been transferring money to for a while. It’s cashed under ‘taxes’, I think?” She said, handing him one of the invoices. “Oh, that’s just what we pay Miles as additional taxes to the rent,” Nick explained. “Yeah, I thought that was the case, but when I checked the credit numbers they didn’t match with the ones you’ve been sending the actual rent to. Just thought you might want to look into it, just in case.”

Nick furrowed his brow in worry. “Uh, I’ll take a look at it. You better go and help Matt and Jamie, though. I think they’re right outside.” “Sure.” As she stepped out, she heard Nick hurriedly dial a number on the office’s phone.

She eventually managed to find them at the stables, and only then did she realize what had caused Matt to look so stressed and Jamie so upset. “What the fuck happened?” she sputtered.

The door was open, and Mardy’s box was empty.

“I couldn’t tell Alex, miss,” Matt explained sadly, “You’ve gotten him in such a good mood since yesterday, I didn’t want to see him pissed again.” She raised his eyebrows in silent inquiry to elaborate. “I-I think I remember locking the door…” She groaned, “Matthew.” “Alex put me in charge not knowing I lost his fucking horse, I know.” He rubbed his hands over his face tiredly, “I’ve been up all morning and I’ve searched the entire terrain, but I couldn’t find her.”

“Give me your car keys.”

“What?”

“I said, give me your car keys. I’m going to look for her myself. Go call the cops and inform them of a missing horse.”

It took her a while to convince Matt to stay, though he insisted Jamie tagging along, to which she begrudgingly agreed. However, when Jamie was about to step into the driver’s seat, she told him she’d throw him out of the car while they were driving if he didn’t hand her the keys. Jamie didn’t question her again after that and silently let her be behind the wheel.

The black Cadillac wasn’t exactly meant to cross over the countryside, but she surely wasn’t going to start looking in the city for a horse. Stopping when she came across cyclers, playing children and farmers ploughing their fields, she asked each and every single one of them if they’d seen their stallion, but to no avail.

Her last hope turned out to be her saviour, because the old man at the train station told her of travellers who’d mentioned a beautiful brown beast close to the tracks.

It was where she found Mardy, stuck in a barbwire fence.

“It’s good to come back to find my hotel not having been burnt down,” Alex breathed, setting down his suitcase, “I presume everything was fine?”

“Uh, of course,” Nick grumbled, his eyes turning back to the nonsense he’d been scribbling down to appear busy.

“Alright. I think I’ll clock out for the night then-“ The ringing of the phone interrupted his sentence. Nick’s hand shot out across the desk, but it was already too late.

“The Grand Tranquility Hotel, this is Alex Turner speaking. How may I direct your call?”

…

“Is that so?”

…

“I’m not sure, I’ll ask him. Please hold.”

Alex glanced up at Nick with raised brows and said in an overly interested voice, “Officer James Ford wants to know if our horse has been found. What should I tell him, Nicholas?” But it was the look in his eyes that made the employee aware of how much trouble he was really in.

 She’d managed to scrub off all the grime Mardy had transferred onto her while cleaning her cuts. They weren’t deep, and it relieved her and Matt incredibly that they didn’t have to call the vet in the end. She had shifted back into her comfortable nightwear, and had only just opened up the page of the book she’d left off in when a knock came from her door.

“How was business?” she asked, being greeted with a familiar set of intense brown orbs. He didn’t answer her, instead opting to just invite himself into her room, to which she threw her arms up at. He took a moment to glance out of the window onto the dark yard, before he took a seat at the edge of her bed. He flipped through the pages of the worn book.

“I’ve been gone for a day,” he said, “And my staff has managed to lose my horse. And my guest took the task upon herself to go and find it.” He glanced up at her. She shrugged, taking a seat next to him and folding her legs underneath her. “I couldn’t just leave her out there, all by herself.”

His intense gaze didn’t wander away from her for a moment. “And not only did she save my horse, she made me aware of the fact that an anonymous party has been stealing money from me.”

Her brows raised in surprise. “So, it wasn’t going to Miles?” He shook his head. “Nick called me immediately after you went out to help Matthew and Jamie. When I confronted Miles about it, he said he’d never added any extra taxes to our rent. We’ve informed the authorities about it.” “I’m glad,” she replied, “You’ll have one less financial thing to worry about.”

He nodded, fumbling with something in his pocket, before revealing the item to her. It was some sort of business card, but it felt more personal than that. He placed it in her hand and wrapped his around hers.

“It’s come to my closer attention that I can trust you more than my own staff,” he murmured, “Which is why I want you to have this number. I’m asking you to hold it to yourself, as it’s the only number you can reach me directly through, at all times.”

She looked down at the text on the card. “The Batphone?” she laughed, “You’ve named your personal number ‘The Batphone?” He smirked. “If you ever need me, in whatever situation you find yourself to be in, you can dial this number, and I’ll be there.”

She blinked at him, feeling at a loss for words. “I- I don’t know what to say, mister Turner. Thank you.”

He hummed, the corner of his mouth quirking up ever so slightly, but his eyes holding something undoubtedly more serious. He shifted and leaned over to her, until his hand held her cheek and his warm lips were pressed softly against the other. Her breath hitched in her throat as he moved back. “I’m the only one who has to say thank you. I owe you my deepest gratitude, miss.”

The tingling sensation on her face didn’t stop for long after he’d left.

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Chapter 5 NSFW

Chapter 1,  2,  3,  4

@turtlepated, @anyamercury​, @beetlewise-and-pennyjuice​

Beetlejuice fled the bathroom. Although he’d been imbued with some fine additional pluck when Lisette managed to blurt out the wrong part of his name over a week ago, he was still weak enough that he didn’t physically slam into the door or wall as he scrambled out. Still, something--a faint, errant puff of a air, a shadow moving by itself--must have alerted the woman in the bathtub, because she stopped what she was doing and sat up more fully.

Beetlejuice had seen more than enough to know she’d finished anyway.

Earlier, while he drifted in his favorite corner of her bedroom, she’d been writing in her stupid journal again. He’d been dozing, still trying to think how to slip his name onto her tongue. He was a bio-exorcist, damn it, and it was his nature to drive breathers out of a residence! But even with the extra vigor he’d been granted, he couldn’t actually do much of anything. He’d moved her things. He’d opened closed doors, and vice versa. Food was easy to spoil. But that was all child’s play, poltergeist bullshit. He needed something more than that, because he swore her dull presence and her lack of reaction to the babyish haunting he’d managed was making his lethargy worse. 

Was she stupid or something? He’d have thought from her reaction when she touched him that she was at least slightly sensitive to otherworldly phenomenon, but she never grew upset, frustrated or confused by the little things he’d done to try and indicate his presence. She closed the doors he’d opened. She sighed at finding moldy bread and threw it away. She searched for her pens and didn’t seem alarmed when she found them in a closet, or under the sink, or in the tea kettle. 

She’d found the crumpled, stained business card her journal. He knew she did, because it was on her bedside table now instead of where he’d left it. Not even its appearance gave her pause. What was with her? It was just his luck to have the dumbest, least aware person on the planet rent this fucking house. 

Lost in his thoughts, Beetlejuice almost missed seeing Lisette get up, strip naked, and drop her clothes in a messy heap on the floor. When he realized what she’d done, it surprised him enough that she had time to walk out of the bedroom, nude, and down the hall to the bathroom before he caught up with her again. 

She was bent over the claw foot bathtub, fiddling with the tap for some time to get the correct water temperature. Beetlejuice admired the view from behind, and seriously considered stepping up against her, taking her hips and giving her a little groin on ass thrust . . . just to see if he’d be noticed. What better way to introduce a tenant to the idea the house was haunted than being humped by an invisible entity?

But before he could attempt the maneuver, Lisette let the faucet run and left the room. Curious, Beetlejuice followed her down to the kitchen. Since she was still naked, he scurried past her on the stairs to get a better look at her front. Not that he hadn’t seen her nude before; he’d watched her bedtime routine and in the shower! People were always less shy when they thought they were alone! But he’d not seen the way her tits bounced as she took each step. Nor had he really seen how her thighs brushed together as she walked, which drew his attention to the thatch of hair at their junction--

Beetlejuice grinned and licked his teeth as he ogled, voyeuristically, at her. 

She made her way into the kitchen. He watched her pick and choose from the little vials lined up on the counter--oh jesus, they were essential oils, weren’t they? Some kind of homeopathic, quackery horseshit, Beetlejuice thought, rolling his eyes--select two, grab the filled gallon jug that always sat on the counter plus another empty one, and head back upstairs. 

Curious, and frankly a little aroused by her stark nudity, he continued to trail her. Watching her ass as she walked up the stairs was just as nice as seeing her from the front.

Once back in the bathroom, Lisette slowed the flow into the tub. She let a few drops from the tiny vials fall under the spray, filling the air with the scent of lavender and rose. She stuck a hand in the water already there, testing its depth and temperature, and then did some odd pouring and filling the water jugs: one to another, then topping it off with water from the tap, before pouring it into the tub. She repeated this convoluted process multiple times. 

Beetlejuice couldn’t fathom the reasoning behind it. Maybe it had something to do with diluting the oils? It grew so repetitious he actually yawned and considered leaving the room. Just as he made his decision, however, Lisette finished, turned off the tap, and set the jugs down beside the tub. 

Without the water running, it was suddenly quiet in the room. Steamy now, too. Lisette grabbed two towels, dropped them beside the tub, and stepped into it. She let out a sigh as she submerged herself in the warm water. 

She relaxed in the bath, sighing again. Beetlejuice wandered closer to the bathtub, eager for an eyeful of the soaking wet woman.

Out of nowhere, Lisette exclaimed, “Oh shit!” and sat straight up in the tub, sloshing water out.

It startled him and Beetlejuice jumped backward. What was going on? Did she see him?!

“I forgot my book!” Lisette chided herself, clucking her tongue.

Beetlejuice felt the anticipatory hope that he’d affected her fade away. The water she splashed onto the floor would have drenched his legs if he’d had a physical form. As it was, he felt minor dampness and some warmth from it; that was a good sign that he was continuing to gain some strength, but it wasn’t enough. 

Disappointed, he sat down in the pooled water that had been sloshed onto the floor.

Despite her obvious frustration she had nothing to read, Lisette didn’t climb back out of the bathtub. She hummed a little, and repeated those mostly mouthed prayers to herself with her eyes closed. 

That caught Beetlejuice’s attention; there may be the possibility she’d slip and say shoggoth again. Or even--dare he hope?!--his name! She’d found the crumpled, stained card in her journal, hadn’t she? He didn’t remember it looking so ratty or singed around the edges, but it’d been through a lot and that didn’t matter anyway; the words were still legible. 

Her lack of reaction to the card was vexing and curious. He’d watched her with bated breath as she sounded out the syllables in his name, but she had no voice at all while she did it; it was even quieter than her prayers. She hadn’t said his name yet, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t! 

But he didn’t hear his name from her lips or feel the pull of it either; the rare times a breather had uttered his name it was like a harpoon driven into his gut. The word latched onto his spine like a hook and dragged him into the land of the living. It was a glorious mix of pain and pleasure, that feeling, made sweeter by the final destination he craved so much. He lost himself in the memory of it for a moment.

A tiny cry, just a decibel louder than her prayers, made him open his eyes again.

From his vantage point near the floor, he couldn’t see anything but the top of her head. She’d sunk deeper into the bath. 

The same noise came from Lisette again, and Beetlejuice stood up to see what she had to be crying about.

The sight that greeted him made his jaw come unhinged. 

She wasn’t crying. At least, not because she was upset. 

Lisette had a hand between her legs. The other cupped her own breast, pinching her nipple to a hard peak. The fingers at her groin moved in circles, and she gave the same little cry every now and then.

Getting over his surprise, Beetlejuice put his hands on the edge of the tub to lean over it a bit. Lisette didn’t react, of course, except to move her hand a little faster, which he didn’t think was for his benefit, even if he liked it. The water in the bath sloshed with her movements, and that plus the position of her leg obscured his vision of the action. With no hesitation, Beetlejuice left the floor to hover over the bathtub for a less obstructed view.

Now he could see her entire body, laid out in the confines of the cast iron tub. She hadn’t dunked her head, but the hair underwater floated around her shoulders. Her eyelids fluttered and her gaze was vacant; she was more focused on her body than her surroundings. Both nipples were tightened and occasionally broke the surface of the water as her movements became less restricted. The hand between her legs moved further down, and she opened her legs and braced her knees against the sides of the tub as her fingers explored more. 

Above her, the front of his trousers were suddenly too tight. Beetlejuice popped the button and unzipped them, freeing his cock, pulling on it leisurely.

Lisette had no clue he was watching her in this private moment, nor that he was stroking himself as he did. She was lost in the pleasure of her own making. Beetlejuice could tell when she breached herself with her own fingers; she gasped more loudly and lifted her hips at the same time. Her hand moved with greater intent then, and her moans matched it.

Beetlejuice’s own hand did too. The fabric of his clothing was annoying, but there also something wicked about jerking off with all his clothes still on and just his dick out. He supposed moral breathers would consider it perverted or dirty, but he couldn’t care less. They’d obviously never tried it.   

Lisette’s other hand released her nipple and snaked down to her groin as well. The first still thrust into her; the second found the spot that made her cry out. Her voice was fuller now as she stimulated herself both ways. She continued to keep the tension in her legs so they were open but tight against the sides of the bathtub to support herself, and that gave Beetlejuice a much better view than if she’d closed her thighs over her hand.

His hand gripped and released his cock. It was hard to match her movements now, as fast as they were, so he focused on the head, giving it a twist every now and then interspersed with a stroke. He imagined being between her legs, her pussy engulfing his cock, so warm against his cold skin it would almost feel like putting his cock in fire. It would be so fucking amazing to sink balls’ deep into her cunt--

Lisette tensed entirely with a prolonged cry. Before she relaxed, Beetlejuice came too, with a groan she didn’t hear, spilling his release into his hand. It’d been so long since he’d jerked off with a live woman present it felt like his balls emptied. In the tub, Lisette let all the tension she’d been holding go, savoring the last of her orgasm. Everything below him became still.

As his cock pulsed through the last of its ejaculation, a drop of semen fell from his hand and ‘plopped!’ right into the water between her knees. 

It was audible, and because his ejaculate was more viscous than water, it twisted and made a trail as it sank.

Lisette lifted her head with a startled expression. She stared at the now dissipating drop, then looked up. 

She didn’t see him. She couldn’t see him! Beetlejuice thought with a mix of frustration and disappointment. There was actual physical proof of him! She stared right at him, floating above her, exposed with his dick in his hand, then her eyes continued upward passed him to the ceiling before dropping them back down to the water with her eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement.

With an annoyed growl, Beetlejuice went back to the floor. It seemed so close! She had to have seen something! He shoved himself back into his trousers, wiped his hand peevishly on one of the towels she’d dropped on the floor and left the bathroom. Still overcome with frustration, he barely heard Lisette lift herself higher out of the tub.

He definitely did not see her looking at the doorway after him. 

tbc

[tespuco]

PotC Liveblog: Dead Man’s Chest

I’d been looking forward to rewatching DMC for some time. It was the movie that canonized my OTP and inspired so many amazing Sparrabeth fics. I fondly recalled seeing it in theaters with my family, my eyes and shipper heart growing bigger and wider with every subtext-laden appearance of Jack’s compass. I remembered feeling personally betrayed by Elizabeth’s death-kiss, like the writers had deliberately buoyed my hopes only to ruthlessly crush them. Unlike CotBP, I had only seen DMC once before, and I couldn’t wait to appreciate the complicated Jack/Elizabeth dynamic with more mature eyes.

Boy, was I disappointed. Not by the Sparrabeth, thank the gods, but by literally everything else.

Is it just me or was this movie composed of a bunch of standalone scenes and set pieces strung together? Did they bring in Tim Burton just to direct the visuals of the interrupted wedding scene? Why does the Turkish prison sequence look like the opening cutscene to a high fantasy RPG videogame with the brightness setting turned down to zero?

OK I laughed at Jack popping out of the coffin and using a femur as a paddle, but I’m confused about everything else

Oh look, the crew’s on the verge of mutiny again, and this time it is Jack’s fault

Listen, I have Ted Elliott’s compass meta tattooed on my heart, but in retrospect the “Why is all the rum gone?” scene was probably too subtle. The audience doesn’t even know at this point how the compass is supposed to work. Maybe if they had the balls to actually include the deleted Sparrabeth scenes in CotBP, Jack’s emotional turmoil wouldn’t have seemed so opaque!

Still, a character being Vexed about their affections/feelings and doing a poor job of managing that vexation is my idea of high romance

(and both Jack and Elizabeth are quite vexed with each other indeed)

I CANNOT believe I had to sit through an uninterrupted half hour of racist filler that does absolutely fuck-all to advance the plot while ticking at least four boxes on my postcolonial bingo card what the fucking fuck

Let’s tally the cinematic sins: unfunny physical comedy in a style that would’ve been more suited to animation; indigenous cannibals speaking in unrealistic, buffoonish gibberish; said cannibals worshiping our hero (and later a dog) as a deity; and worst of all--

All the brown men that Gibbs hired as extras additional crew for the Black Pearl in DMC were put into a separate cage from the recurring white characters from CotBP (btw Anamaria is absent without even a throwaway line of explanation) because apparently even barbaric islanders know and practice segregation

And so segregated, the crew enters the stupidest, most contrived rat race up a cliffside with each other that ends with the brown people’s cage falling into the ravine THEREBY GETTING RID OF ALL THE CHARACTERS OF COLOR IN ONE FELL SWOOP

Also egregious racism aside, I’m put off by the film’s rather cavalier attitude towards gratuitous loss of life? Idk I feel like in the midst of all the action and adventure CotBP knew how to handle death and violence with the appropriate modicum of gravity and horror

Meanwhile on the island Gibbs is just like “oiya we’re standing in cages built from the bones of our former shipmates ha ha”

As for Jack - Jack has yet to save a cat or anything else besides his own skin, so he’s rapidly losing the goodwill he accumulated in the first film

holy shit yet another Elizabeth Swann-related realization about my sexual awakening: her look as a cross-dressing stowaway - pretty, delicate features in a boyish, flat-chested, slender form - is literally my sexuality 

She’s literally pulling the strings of all the men on that ship! What a puppet-master queen

Tia Dalma’s interest in Will and the “touch of destiny” line is an interesting bit of foreshadowing that doesn’t get any payoff in this film. DMC and AWE have been criticized for being impossible to watch as standalone films, but I think there’s something to be said for a universe that strives for internal continuity and demands more than a casual investment in its proceedings (a related but distinct model from the MCU)

If you gave me half a reason to I would ship Jack Sparrow with anybody and everybody. Look at the flirtatious lines and looks he exchanges with Tia Dalma!! Give me that story! (Actually, artaxastra did, twice: once in her standalone Creole!Jack origin story, And All of Them True, and once again in Gods and Heroes, a Jack/Calypso interlude in her Outlaws and Inlaws ‘verse)

Tia Dalma’s acceptance (and release) of Jack’s payment for her services tells me two things about her that I really like: (1) she’s like a magpie that collects interesting miscellany (witty tricksters, cunning pirate lords, undead monkeys). and (2) she’s not interested in caging creatures (the foreshadowing!!)

FINALLY WE GET SOME JACK/ELIZABETH INTERACTION

God bless Keira’s face and acting choices!! The chemistry!! All the little smiles and smirks they share!!

How doth she look at thee? Let me count all the ways: her amused, tentatively credulous smile at Jack’s storytelling and posturing over a magical compass and chest, while Norrington scoffs disbelievingly in the background; her having to bite her lips and walk away before Jack notices her giddiness because she literally cannot handle their flirting; her little laugh as he gently rebuffs the idea that he’s a good man

Also “I have faith in you. Both of you,” were her parting words to Will and here she gets a chance to tell Jack in person yay

Their little dance of “persuasion” is hot and all (Jack literally looks like he has to bite back a groan and whimper), but I’m really here for the banter (“Friendly?” / “Decidedly not.”); they get each other, and, under the right conditions, can communicate so effortlessly

“Why doesn’t your compass work?” - alright so ofc I love the legendary “curiosity” exchange, but I’m so confused by the abrupt transition in their conversation here? Like why didn’t she follow through and tug on that line of inquiry?? The “Because you and I are alike” line that follows makes no logical sense in context (ETA: I guess it could suggest that Elizabeth already knows why the compass doesn't work for him, because he's torn between doing the right thing and the selfish thing... But at this point she doesn't suspect him of lying to her, so...idek)

“You’d never put me in a position that would compromise my honor” - my god what a TEASE my queer heart

Oh, Norrington, what’s happened to you?? What happened to serving others, not just himself?? :(( It kinda confuses me that he goes on about the “dark side of ambition” and the “promise of redemption” when he’s the one who voluntarily resigned from his post...

Norrington carrying both shovels while Jack just poses prettily though lol

JACK’S COMPASS FINALLY WORKS FOR HIM BECAUSE THE TWO THINGS HE WANTS MOST IN THE WORLD--THE CHEST AND ELIZABETH--ARE IN THE SAME PLACE AND HE KNOWS IT

idk I guess some people find the three-way swordfighting scene hilarious but I’m with Elizabeth on this one: men are stupid 

ugh this script makes no sense

I’m so fucking confused by the narrative logic here: if Jones is dead, there’s no one to call off the Kraken?? But isn’t Jones the one calling the Kraken in the first place, to settle Jack’s debt? So if they killed Jones, wouldn’t the debt be null and void? NO JONES, NO KRAKEN, DUUUH.

OK but Jack is really unlikable in this film, last-minute “heroic” acts notwithstanding. Give me fix-it fics please

I mean it’s rather telling that by the time Jack returns to the Pearl there are only enough survivors to fill a single longboat. Oh yes he “saved them all” - the few that were left!!

This script has more holes in it than the Pearl does right now: everyone unquestioningly follows Will’s orders like he’s the captain (what happened to the dork who shouted, “Aye! Avast!”?? And there’s no evidence that since his engagement post-CotBP he’s practiced any sailing)

I mean it’s like no one but Elizabeth even noticed Jack was gone; the moment he comes back Gibbs chirps, “Captain, orders?” as if he never left. This coward just abandoned you all!!!

“It’s only a ship, mate.” - This is actually just the saddest line, and I’m glad Elizabeth was there to witness it because if there’s one thing she took away from their fireside conversation in CotBP it’s that the Black Pearl is more than a ship to Jack; what it really is is freedom, and here Jack’s set to lose both

And that’s what Elizabeth--not the Kraken--definitively takes from Jack: his freedom. Not just his ability to run away from his fate, but also the chance to take a stand and face it. (I like to think that, more than the murderous act itself, is what he finds so hard to forgive post-DMC. The darker Jack in salr323′s oneshot, Perfidy, written post-AWE, articulates this eloquently: “You know nothing of my debt, love, nor of my payment. But had you allowed me a nobler death, my account might have been lighter.”) His last act of defiance entails reclaiming what choice he has left: slipping slickly out of his shackles, hat on, “hello beastie,” into the monster’s maw.

Ugh they could have given Jack’s whole arc with Davy Jones such PATHOS instead of waiting until the very end--he struck a deal with the devil in all his youth and despair and hubris; now the bell is tolling and he realizes 13 years is nothing, no time at all, and he’s not ready to die; not today, not ever--yes it’s selfish and dishonorable (Will’s willing to square the debt of a father he hardly ever knew; he wouldn’t have blinked at paying his own) but how human is that? to fight and run even as the flames lick your heels? 

omg Jack is the jackrabbit

The irony of that eulogy still gives me feelings tho: “Guess that honest streak finally won out.” Elizabeth wrested away Jack’s control over his own story, so now she has to write it for him. When she toasts, “He was a good man,” it’s in both unearned homage and recompense. 

“And the world is a little less bright.” - OK but that’s too much. Moving words from Gibbs, but here it’s like he’s speaking directly to/for the audience, and not in a good way. It’s too obviously meta, and especially out of place in a film where Jack did not shine very bright at all

In-universe, it’s not very believable that two pirates like Pintel and Ragetti--who mutinied against Jack before, without a hint of remorse!--would now risk their lives to save him

Honestly if Disney wanted to include familiar faces/fan favorites in the supporting cast for AWE, they could’ve easily written a more realistic line like, “what the hell do we have to lose?” or some more selfish motive, none of these panegyrics

btw who are the native people standing in the swampwater? holding candles with mournful tears in their eyes?? no seriously who are they??? (I dearly hope such a striking tableau was meant to hint at Jack’s history with Tia Dalma and the residents of this bayou, but the more cynical part of me thinks: “Now hiring: extras of color, to play the part of human candlesticks lit in exaltation of an ambiguously white man” The writers get no benefit of the doubt from me after forcing me to sit through that cannibal island act)

It sounds sadistic of me but seeing how anguished Elizabeth is after claiming she’s not sorry gives me life

She keeps crying, and can’t even bring herself to drink Tia Dalma’s concoction against cold and sorrow! She just fakes a sip, which is such a great little character beat, because it shows she doesn’t think she deserves the remedy! She’ll just have to live with it...

That is, until Will decides he can’t stand the sight of her grief, and opens up Pandora’s box for her despite just catching her passionately kissing another man: “If there was anything to be done to bring him back, Elizabeth...” He really is too good for this world

And Elizabeth MUST know there’s a price, that she’d be staking not just her own life and happiness but her betrothed’s, and yet selfishly, always selfish, she says, “Yes” 

BARBOSSA!!! Still the most epic character reveal ever. I still remember the theater bursting into gasps and applause, good times

[the-canary]

Starlight - B.B (3/6)

Summary: Mysterious, but life changing things always happen if you just let life take its course – you decided to try it for once. (Modern AU!Reader/Bucky Barnes).

Prompt: Emily Dickinson: XXI

Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 

A/N: This is for @abovethesmokestacks ‘s Summer Writing Challenge.  At the end, I am not trying to make the main character seem vain or greedy, as shown with the constellation’s background story, but the beauty and other things that she holds from Bucky’s POV. Just wanted to point that out. 

Feedback is always welcomed.

As much as Bucky loves traveling and seeing the stars from all types of different scenery while enjoying the type nature that you just can’t get in New York, he still has his bad days. There are days were he shuts himself in his hotel for days, where the screams and darkness living within his mind suffocate him. There are other days where he is completely numb, ignoring the red in his eyes and the red from where he scratches too hard -- but, he thinks he deserves it after all he has done.

It’s one of those times when he slowly makes his way way into central Arizona after spending some time in Utah. From the very beginning, Bucky felt like something was off -- he was too hot, the desert reminded him too much of his time back in the Army, and the coldness that settled over the desert dug too deeply into the scar tissue of his left arm and the invisible wounds that ran up and down his body.  

“ Hey Sam ,” he calls his sometimes friend after being woken up by the hotel staff -- his neighbors had given numerous complaints throughout the night of his screaming.

They threaten to kick him out without remorse, worst case scenario they call the police, but Bucky leaves to another hotel closer to the road  before they can.

“ Hey Stevie ,” he cries to his sleepy best friend, as the unfriendly darkness (the one without stars) causes him to cry all night, though he tries to muffle the sound until he gets two hours of fitful sleep.

He’s no good, is all Bucky can think to himself, as tears stains run down his cheeks and there’s a heavy feeling in his chest. He turns over and reaches out for his little journal. Blue eyes stare that the picture tapped in the beginning for a long time, as he wishes a certain someone was here with him but at the same time, wishes (and is happy) she is so far from him -- probably has already forgotten about him. He lets out another choked sob at the thought.

He’s no good for anybody.  

 Arizona has to be the worst state you have ever been to, though it wasn’t you’re doing -- everything just seems against from the beginning. You had felt a sense of renewal after coming back from New Mexico and it showed in both your professional and personal life, as you finished projects with stellar praise from your superiors and you had even gone out a couple of times with your friends and had even started talking to Wanda every once and awhile. Things were going great and then your supervisor, Mrs. Hill, had decided to send you to a week long seminar in Arizona, and while you had been excited in the beginning -- the traveling details, extra work hours, and general disregard for your health slowly changed your mood. It also didn’t help that it was the fucking middle of summer and your mother had been in the same area, through her own work was well, causing you to meet up as a result for a quick family dinner. However you should know by now those never ended well.

This what you do, what a disappointment. No romantic life either, what good are you  for anyways?

By midweek, you were tired from the lack of sleep and anxiety running through your veins leading to you  sitting in the middle of your room with your notebook, hoping that writing might calm you down like it usually did -- it wasn’t doing a good job. You wanted to go home, you wanted someone to tell you it was going to be all right, but even with all the small changes that you had been making… you didn’t have any of that. Why didn’t you? Weren’t you good enough? Was your mother right about the choices you had made since leaving her home all those years ago?

The anxiety and suffocating loneliness becomes too much, as you walk out of your hotel room in shorts and a old t-shirt to look for a vending machine, just to get out of your head and focus on something else -- that’s when you see him standing next to your destination, red-eyed with shaggy clothing and hair as you stop breathing for a moment.

The universe always knows what you need, as your grandmother used to say.  

 Flagstaff, AZ

“Bucky?” a soft voice drags Bucky from his endless tasks of counting the stars from his current viewpoint. It wasn’t enough, but it was better than staying in his room by his lonesome, but the sound of that voice makes him think he’s finally lost it. Why would she be here of all places?

He wipes away the sleep from his eyes, to make sure he isn’t dreaming, “Doll, what ya doing here?”

You smile as the sound of his voice, as you step a bit closer to him. You both look like individual wrecks in the middle of the night, but seeing him just lifts your spirits like they haven’t been in a long while. He straightens himself up, as you look at the machine trying to pick what to choose, as you explain that you are here for work purposes and he tells you that he’s still traveling, actually on his way to see the Grand Canyon. With the trade of plenseteries over, there is only one other ignored issue  to bring up between the two of you -- the elephant in the room, and you ask first.

“Can’t sleep?” you ask timidly as red-rimmed blue eyes look at you before turning to look at the dark canopy he knows like the back of his hand, but sometimes it can feel disorentiening, like he’s a little kid afraid of the dark. He shakes his head and tries to stay nonchalant about the whole situation, he doesn’t need to burden you with his problems.

“Can’t sleep. Nightmares,” he explains with a shrug, as your brittle smile takes him by surprise. Your next words do even more so.  

“Ah, insomnia,” you tell him you own problems with a light laugh that cracks in the end. You put a dollar and some change into the machine only to pick up a small candy bar afterwards, but it isn’t enough as your stomach growls even harder after you finish said morsole, the lack of food and general sickness you have been avoiding is finally catching up with you, as you look away from Bucky in embarrassment for a moment -- only for his stomach to return your stomach’s call.  

“Do you wanna get something to eat?” you laugh, loud and sweetly, as Bucky feels his face get hotter for a moment. He is ready to deny your invitation --he doesn’t want you to be wasting your time or money on him more than you have to-- until you add with a smile, “I’ve got a company card.”  

“Well, I can’t say no to that,” Bucky lets out with a chuckle, as he watches your face light up like a Christmas light, though he doesn’t exactly understand why. You tell him to wait and run down the hall to where your room is, as Bucky shakes his head unsure of what he got himself into but appreciating whatever had brought you to him for the night.

You run back outside with your keys and wallet, as you motion for Bucky to follow you to the white rental car that was parked not that far away from your room’s location. He can’t help but shake his head at your sudden enthusiasm, but he can’t feel like it’s warming up his bones and chasing all the voices in his head for a moment. As he gets into the car and you head down a little ways to find a diner that caught your interest earlier in the week, you are both happy to not be spending another night alone.

 Once you enter the 24-hour diner,  the two of you realized that you were both hungrier than you had originally thought, since you end up ordering a big breakfast with hash browns, Bucky does the same but with an additional side of pancakes. Though it was silent as you stuffed your faces, you started to talk about anything that comes to mind as he tells you about Steve and Sam, while you talk about work and Wanda. Once you have talked about all of them, you get down to the real business at hand -- stars.

“I graduated not that long ago and I wanted to celebrate,” Bucky explains bashfully on how he got the idea for his star journey after finally getting his Bachelor’s degree, but instead of being met with disbelief or apprehension, all he can see is pure amazement on your face, “Wanted to see what I fought so hard for.”

“That’s amazing, Bucky,” your smile dazzles him completely, as you stop to tell the waitress that you need two chocolate cakes with scoop of vanilla ice cream, much to his embarrassment.   

“What about you? What made you go to New Mexico?” he questions as he leans a bit more, his blue eyes meeting yours and waiting for an answer because since the very beginning --with you coming into Inwood Park wearing a business suit but with all the curiosity in the world in your bright eyes-- he wondered why you were so into stars.

“I think I’m trying to look for something,” you start explaining softly while having Bucky’s undivided attention, “My grandma died a while back and left me a lot of her art, all of which was stars. It wasn’t until recently I finally got to take a good look at them, I didn’t know a single constellation nor its meaning. I just feel like I need to know now, like I owe it too her, ya know?”

You give him a watery smile before wiping a stray tear from you eye, as he grasps your hand for moment, “I’m sure she would be proud of you, doll. Taking the first step is never easy.”

You give him a nod, unsure of whether your voice is going to crack or not if you try thanking him. However, the mood quickly passes as the waitress comes back with your desserts. You hum in appreciation at the sight of the chocolate cake before taking your spoon in celebration.

“To you, Bucky, for graduating and taking this journey!” you declare before taking a bite, as Bucky just shakes his head in embarrassment.  

“To you and your grandma,” he says, though not as loud as you. And you stay there for awhile, simply enjoying each other’s company.

 The drive back to the hotel is quieter as the lack of sleep and heavy food begins to hit both of you, and you’re thankful that the diner wasn’t that far since your eyelids are dropping as you park in the hotel once more. You stay there, in a hazy sort of happiness and ready to go to sleep only to feel someone opening the driver side door and picking you up. You turn your head only slightly to see Bucky with the same haze taking over his eyes, though there is a satisfied smile on his face.

“Time for bed, Sleeping Beauty,” he states and you briefly wonder if this was how Bucky usually acted with all the ladies or if it was the sleep deprivation talking, but you don’t say anything as he carries to your room and opens the door. He sets you down as softly as he can. A soft touch to your forehead before he gets up to leave, though he is apprehensive to be left alone in his room once more, especially after spending all this time with you. However, a light touch to his right hand causes him to look down once more.

“Stay,” you whimper out, as blue eyes widen for a moment at the thought that you don’t want to be alone either. He wants to say no, scared of what might happen if he falls asleep, of how he could hurt, but your hold on his hand tightens and you drag him down a bit, “ Please. ”   

The sound of your voice and the shimmer of your sleepy eyes break Bucky very easily, as he lays down as you move to the other side a bit more. Due to you holding his hand, he is facing you in the center of the bed, as he tries his hardest to keep his left arm from you, just to protect you a bit -- as best as he can. You give him one last smile while holding his hand, but leaving a gap between the two of you.

“Goodnight Bucky,” you sigh before closing your eyes and letting slumber drag you away for the first time in a week, blue eyes watch as your breathing begins to slow down and light snoring escapes your parted lips. Bucky yawns and the soft warmth next to him slowly begins to drag him to sleep as well, though he does try to fight it here and there.

“Goodnight,” he whispers out your name before setting down into a dreamless sleep.

You end up missing those morning workshops for the seminar, though you can’t help but agree that it is the best sleep you had gotten in some time, though it is a little embarrassing to have woken up to tangled limbs and a soft caress of your name on his lips -- but, you would never tell him that.

 The few remaining days you have in Arizona are spent with Bucky as much as you can. In the mornings, you go to all the workshops and network the best you can, but the afternoon and evening are spent eating, exchanging stories, or simply driving aways out to the desert and talking (and by extension taking pictures or writing down things) about all the stars he knows and you want to learn of. Though for tonight, you were simply lying down on your bed together, trading stories after ordering some hotel food.    

“I don’t know, I like Andromeda better,” you laugh from your side of the bed while staring at the star map that he usually carried around, as Bucky shakes his head, “Okay, so who do you like?”

“Cassiopeia,” he remarks as you get up a little and give him a look of disbelief  since you knew her story well enough, but before you can ask he already bets you to the explaining his reasoning, “She was beautiful and knew what she wanted, I like that in a gal.”

You laugh before pushing your elbow into his rib cage just slightly,”You’re ridiculous, Bucky.”

He laughs along with you, never saying anything of how her story reminds him more of you than Andromeda ever could.

 However, just like in New Mexico, good things have to come to end as you wrap up everything and get ready to head back to Pulliam Airport to head back home. Bucky is standing in front of your rental car a sad smile on his face, but looking better than he was a few nights back, and his own backpack placed near him as he continued his journey towards the Grand Canyon. You’re standing a bit closer than the last time you left each other, as his right hand sweeps over your knuckles for a moment. You give him a small smile, encouraging him to tell you what is on your mind before you have to go.   

“Could I have your phone number?” he asks shyly, as your smile grows at his request, “I mean if it isn’t too much to ask.”

“Of course, you can,” you state before he takes out his phone, which you had seen here and there throughout the days you spent together, and punch in your number as a new contact, “So, don’t hesitate to call me.”

“Okay,” is all he manages to say.

You take a step forward and though you hadn’t talked about the nightmares or insecurity that haunted the both of you. You knew that you needed to tell Bucky one more thing before you left tim, “Bucky, you’re more than enough. Got it?”

“I know,” he breathes out, understanding what you are trying to tell him. His hand tightens around yours just a bit as you smile and he swears than he can see the stars shining in your eyes, even though it is the middle of the afternoon, and he knows he has to say it as well, “You are too, doll.”

“Okay,” you smile, taking a step back and heading towards the front of the car, though you’re already missing him, “But don’t forget to send me some star pics on your adventures, or just call me!”

“I will!” He smiles and watches you enter the rented car and drive off, his heart lighter than before since he had entered the desert, but also aching at the loss of you, wondering if he was going to see you again but knows he had you a bit closer than before as he stares at the number on his phone  -- a new, cozier picture of you, of when the two of you had been lying about and your hair was a mess, but there was a huge smile on your face. He couldn't get rid of the smile on his face for a couple of days, as he keeps moving forward.

Hey, doll...was thinking of you when I took this.

It’s a picture of the dark sky over a mountainous backdrop, but if you looked hard enough you could see the vague outline of Cassiopeia, and maybe that’s what was he was starting to feel for you.  

Part 4

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Hey, Jealousy

Word Count: 2,696

Characters: Dean, Cas x reader

Warnings: Flangst, Language, sexy times insinuations, jealous!Cas, childish insults

SPN Angst Bingo Square Filled: Stabbing

A/N: This was written for @atc74​ and @d-s-winchester​’s Double Trouble Challenge and also to fill a square on my @spnangstbingo​ card. @atc74​ made the badass aesthetic for this as the prompt along with the highlighted bit below. I loved this challenge and I hope you enjoy this. Thanks Ladies and happy 2nd Blogiversaries!

Beta’d by: @hannahindie​ and @wheresthekillswitch​ - I am going to have to invent new words to accurately describe how much I love you guys. Thank you.

Hey, Jealousy

“You alright, there buddy?”

Castiel turns to face Dean, his eyes narrowed, but not in the normal “you humans defy explanation” kind of way. His blue eyes are practically burning with an emotion that most closely resembles anger.

“Yes. I am fine. Why do you ask, Dean?” Castiel’s monotoned rasp is typical of the angel, but there’s something about his normalness that almost gives him away.

Dean’s eyebrows shoot skyward as he hastily glances between Cas and y/n who is currently talking to a man behind the counter of the gas station and laughing playfully at whatever he just said.

“Nothing, man. You just seem kinda tense.”

Dean drums his fingers on the steering wheel as they continue to watch y/n through the windshield of the car. “Tense” is putting it lightly; Cas has been a ball of jealous rage since they’d decided to send y/n to collect the information on the gold Buick they’ve been searching for. Castiel hasn’t said a single word to indicate any kind of feeling towards her, but there is no denying the intense amount of energy radiating off of the angel.

“Why does she have to cross her arms that way?” Cas grumbles to himself. “Does she not realize that she is only bringing attention to her ample bosom? That cretin she is interrogating has done nothing to hide his fascination with it.”

Dean turns his head slowly to look at him, his eyes wide and his lips pressed in a hard line.

“That’s kind of the point, Cas. Men are pigs and will do anything for a little T&A.”

Cas sighs loudly and fidgets with the front of his tan trenchcoat.

“Are you jealous?” Dean struggles to hide his grin, but as Castiel turns to face him again, the humor drains from his face. Cas is clearly not in the mood to be ribbed, though he remains silent. “It’s ok if you are, bud.”

Cas’ head whips around as y/n pushes through the door and bounces toward the car, flinging the door open and sliding inside.

“Hey guys. Andy says he saw our guy about an hour ago. He was looking for directions to the next town over.”

Castiel turns in his seat to face her, a look of incredulity plastered on his face.

“Andy?” His tone is seething. “Andy? I did not know it was customary for convenience store associates to develop a relationship with customers on a first name basis.”

Y/n’s face screws up, like she’s looking at a piece of abstract art and trying to figure out which way is up. “It was on his nametag, Cas. What crawled up your ass, Halo Top?”

Castiel huffs and turns back to glare at this Andy character as Dean puts the car in reverse and takes off.

Dean clears his throat. “So we are sure that this is our guy?”

“Mid 90’s Buick with Wisconsin plates and a man dressed in an expensive suit? That's our guy,” y/n frowns at the back of Cas’ head as he continues to stare out the window. “So what’s our play?”

“Well, he seems to have a pattern,” Dean hesitates, sneaking a sideways glance at Cas before continuing. “I say we send y/n in to draw him out and then Cas, you and I can take care of him nice and quick.”

A heavy silence fills the car. Cas makes no move to indicate that he’s on board with this plan or that he’s even heard a word Dean said. Dean glances several times between the angel and the road.

“Cas? Buddy, what do you think?”

Slowly and with an air of creepiness to it, Castiel turns his head to face Dean. He narrows his eyes, his lips pressed together for a moment before he turns back to stare, once more, out the window.

Dean’s eyes meet y/n’s in the rearview mirror for a fraction of a second. She shrugs. Castiel mutters something under his breath and it’s all but unintelligible.

“Sorry, man. I couldn’t hear you,” Dean says, tentatively.

Cas sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I said, maybe we should go back and get Andy’s input on the matter.”

“Really, Cas? You’re acting like a child,” y/n barks, throwing her hands up.

“Oh, my...would you look at that! The world’s largest barber pole!” Dean exclaims, looking back at y/n with a too-wide grin.

“Well, at least I am not acting like a woman who solicits money from men in exchange for sexual interaction,” Cas sneers.

Dean jerks the wheel of the car to take the exit. “You know I was just thinking I needed a haircut. Good thing we passed by this place…”

“Is that so, Castiel?” Y/n’s voice drops to a low, eerily calm level and her words are full of ice. “You think you’re so fucking high and mighty because you came stocked with a harp and some feathers? Last time I checked our job was to save people and when we pulled into that gas station I didn’t see you offering any ideas or using your angel grace to...oh wait. That’s right. You gave it away to that ass-monkey douche, Metatron and now you’re all out of juice. How’s that working out for you?”

Dean slams the car in park and y/n lurches forward in her seat. He turns around to face her, but her door is already open and she’s striding away.

Castiel sighs and Dean turns to face him. “You called her a prostitute, dude.”

Cas bristles, his cheeks flaming a deep pink color. “No I didn’t, I called her…”

“Yeah yeah...‘a woman who solicits money from men in exchange for sexual interaction’” Dean huffs. “Potato, prostitute, man. What the hell? Just tell her how you feel.”

Cas’ face scrunches up, indignation plaguing his features. “Dean, I am certain I have no…”

A piercing scream cuts him off and the two men scramble from the car. Dean tears off in the direction of the scream as Cas hurriedly pops the trunk and lifts the floor to reveal the hidden cache of various supernaturally relevant weapons. He quickly grabs a sawed off shotgun, an additional angel blade and shoves two flasks of holy water in the pockets of his coat. He slams the trunk shut and runs after Dean.

As Cas approaches a run-down barn, a frustrated cry makes his blood run redhot. A small hiss catches his attention and he turns to see Dean, his back pressed against the dilapidated wall of the barn, gun drawn.

Dean tips his head, directing Cas to follow suit, and then pauses briefly to look at the seething angel; he’s absolutely brimming with pent up rage.

“That whole thing with the dumbass at the gas station have you feeling a little violent?” Dean whispers, hoarsely.

“No, I’m not feeling violent, I’m feeling creative,” Cas pauses, squinting through a knothole in the wall, “with weapons.”

“Let me go, you black-eyed son of a bitch,” y/n shouts, fear lightly tinging her words, “or, so help me God, I will rip your heart out with my bare hands.”

Cas’ hand tightens cruelly around his blade, his teeth grinding together painfully. From where he's standing he can see the back of the demon holding y/n captive. If he weren't human, he would have popped in and smote it; easy peasy. Humanity, in all it's infinitely fascinating simplicity, really has its downsides.

Castiel flicks the cap off one of the flasks and, taking a deep breath, maneuvers from behind the protection of the wall. The demon sizzles, a surprised gasp on his lips as Cas flings the holy water in his direction.

He turns to find y/n, her face marred with cuts and a trickle of blood dripping from her bottom lip. Her hands and feet are bound tightly around a beam in the center of the barn. Cas’ heart lurches as a renewed rage swirls in his gut. The moment's distraction is all the demon needs and, with a swish of his hand, Cas goes flying. He slams, with a painful groan, into the opposite wall, his blade clattering to the floor several feet from him.

“Castiel, you twit,” the demon sneers, “your little girlfriend, here, has you all twitterpated; it looks like you're missing a step, angel.”

Dean creeps behind y/n, moving slowly to avoid making noise and drawing the attention of the now-pacing demon. Y/n jumps as Dean clasps her shoulder reassuringly and begins slicing through her bonds.

“Man, I thought bringing this bitch in,” the demon throws an arm out behind him in y/n’s direction, “would bring me a pretty penny, but you…. Man... That's the real payload.”

Cas winces as he grabs his side, he glances down to find his hand smudged with blood. “What are you talking about? Since when do demons need money?”

The demon chuckles, “That's the best part. We don't. I just really like it.”

Dean severs the ropes keeping y/n bound and helps her sidestep slowly out of the barn. He nods at Cas from behind the demons back, silently urging him to stall.

“So what? You are a demon bounty hunter?”

“Yeah, something like that. You've had a price on your halo since you first shacked up with those idiots in plaid; the Winchesters. I just never thought I'd be the one to collect. Ya know, I gotta say, I'll be glad to be done with all these piddly little contracts I've been working lately.”

“Between you, me and the wall,” Dean's voice booms through the barn and the demon whirls, his eyes flashing black. “tell me - the bounties on me and Cas - whose is bigger?”

Cas leaps to his feet, flicking his hand as the extra angel blade drops into his palm. He rushes forward, jamming the blade into the demon's skull with brutal force, it's tip jutting out from between his left eye and the bridge of his nose. The demon flashes blue before falling forward into a heap onto the ground.

Dean looks between the demon and the angel a few times, his eyes wide.

“Well, that works. Good job, buddy.”

-----

“Ok, I think that will hold just fine,” Dean splashes Cas’ wound with vodka and presses a clean, white gauze over his minty-fresh stitches. Y/n applies strips of tape to hold the bandage in place, stealing a glance into the angel’s blue eyes as a hiss escapes his lips. Her gaze falls to the fresh black ink scrawled across his ribcage in a language she doesn’t understand before attaching the last strip.

Dean clears his throat, and y/n realizes she’s been rubbing her finger absently across the final piece of tape for longer than necessary. She drops her hand and stands up hastily.

“Alright, y/n have a seat, we need to have a talk,” Dean leans back against the cheaply made dresser that doubles as a TV stand in 90% of the motels across the US and crosses his arms over his chest. Castiel casts y/n a sideways glance as she takes a seat on the bed next to the one he’s been occupying for the last 30 minutes. “Look, you two obviously have shit that you need to work out. I don’t know what the hell is going on between you, but, for the love of God, please...figure it out. For all of our sakes.”

Y/n crosses her arms, mirroring his posture in a much more defensive manner, and frowns up at him.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, Dean,” Cas says, staring at Dean with round, angry eyes. “We don’t…”

Dean waves his hand, silencing him. “Ba-bu-bup. None of that bullshit. We are all civilized adults, and I think we can agree that whatever that was that happened earlier…? Not normal.”

Cas sighs and y/n looks at him expectantly.

“You don’t want me here? I get it. I’ll let you have your privacy,” Dean pushes himself upright again and smiles. “I think I hear the local bar calling my name, anyway. Listen, I won’t wait up for you if you guys don’t wait up for me.” He shoots Cas a wink, who returns the gesture with an eyeroll as Dean slips on his jacket and out the door.

Several seconds of awkward silence follow the roar of the Impala as it backs out of the parking spot and pulls out onto the road. Cas continues to glare at the door where Dean had been and y/n looks everywhere except at the sulking angel.

The silence reaches an uncomfortable crescendo before y/n finally breaks.

“You were being an ass, Castiel.”

His head whips around to face her, his eyes impossibly wider as he struggles to find the right words. He still can’t seem to locate them, so he drops his gaze to the floor and coughs lightly.

“I apologize for the things that I said to you earlier,” Cas’ baritone is almost too soft to understand. “Obviously, you are not the type of woman who would actively work to solicit the attention of men in exchange for money.”

Y/n pulls her feet up, hugging her knees and worrying her bottom lip.

“What the hell happened, Cas?”

“Dean says that I was acting out of jealousy,” Cas winces as he shifts to face her more fully.

“What do you have to be jealous of, Cas?” Y/n frowns.

Cas shakes his head, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees and lacing his fingers. “Ever since I lost my grace, there has been a flood of emotions that was both unexpected and incredibly unsettling. I don’t understand how you all handle the volatility of human emotion with such ease.”

Y/n chuckles. “Have you met our good friend, Dean Winchester? Clearly ‘handling emotions’ is something he would rather not have to deal with. I don’t know anyone that exactly handles them with ‘ease.’” She stands, and crosses the short distance to sit next to him. “I don’t understand what that has to do with what happened today, though.”

Cas feels the warmth of her proximity and smells her shampoo and in an instant, a totally new emotion takes over. His mind floods with a barrage of images of her - her cheeks flushed and her skin dewy as she writhes beneath him, his name falling from her lips like a sinful prayer.

“Cas?”

He jerks his gaze to hers, his eyes practically glowing and his cheeks a deep crimson.

“I feel,” he hesitates, “feelings.”

Y/n blinks. “Well, I mean, at least you’re on the right track. Some people eat theirs.”

“I feel feelings...about you, y/n,” he studies her face, her pink lips curled in a surprised ‘o’ and her eyebrows inching toward her hairline.

“What, uh…” she stammers, the intensity of his gaze muddling her thoughts. “What kind of feelings, Cas?”

Cas reaches up, tentatively brushing the backs of his knuckles across her cheek and tracing the curve of her bottom lip with his thumb. Slowly, he lowers his face to hers, their lips meeting gently at first before the kiss deepens, their fingers tangling in each others’ hair. Breathlessly, y/n pulls back, her eyes falling on Cas’ plush lips, now swollen with the effect of her kisses and she smiles.

“I believe that the feelings I am currently experiencing are sexual in nature, though I cannot be completely positive.”

Y/n giggles and his brows crease, in confusion.

“Listen, Cas. Next time, don’t insinuate that the girl you are having feelings for is a prostitute. It sends the wrong message,” she winks at him.

Cas’ lips meet hers again, a leisurely but intense need building between them as their tongues dart between each other’s lips. Their bodies press closely together, as though the air between them is too much to bear.

This time Cas pulls away, a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of his full lips.

“The only ‘next time’ I am concerned about involves more of this.”

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