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5 years - Hannix AU

A/N: Hi there! Yes, in case you wondered, this story is still very much alive😅. There has so much been going on since I last updated the latest chapter and right now, I can feel that a new spiral is coming up... Anyway, here is the long awaited chapter 6. I hope you like it and that you're still in for the ride🥰.

ALSO: Should I make a taglist? Let me know (via ask, direct message, or in a comment, whatever you want☺️.)

Taglist: @sweetwhispersofchaos

Warnings: tiny bit suggestive language, non-graphic descriptions of injuries, lots of family fluff and the usual amount of angst (sorry, I can't help it😬)

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Chapter Six

5 years ago, somewhere in the Afghan desert…

Sand. Sand as far as the eye could see. That was the first thing he realized. Jake lifted his head almost like in slow motion, brushing sand off his lips and eyes in the process. He felt like he’d been hit by a truck; his rips hurt like a bitch, his right wrist was probably sprained, and his flight suit felt like a sauna.

Where am I?

That was the next thought coursing through his pounding head. He blinked against the bright sun, finally in an upright position. He looked down to check himself for more injuries, for ones he may have missed. His ankle was swollen, and the pain seemed to set in right when he looked at it. But otherwise, nothing obvious – good news for now. His parachute was still attached to him, making him feel like he had a bag of stones strapped to his back. A little clumsily, due to his sprained wrist, he tried to detach the clasps of the parachute. He coughed, grimacing at the feeling of his dry throat.

“Shit, come on!”, he cursed and yanked on the handles, finally getting the parachute off him.

Slowly, he got to his feet and looked around, taking in his surroundings more properly.

Nothing. Nothing but sand and a few rocks in the distance. Turning to his left, he saw a thick column of smoke rising to the sky. Underneath it, his jet was on fire. Surely, the tanks had exploded when it had hit the ground.

I could be in there, Jake thought and sent a silent prayer towards heaven that his ejection system had worked.

He squinted against the bright sun and his gaze fell back on the rocks in the distance. He needed to get out of the sun, or else he’d get a sunstroke. Going for the rocks was the best decision at the moment, because he couldn’t stay here. Even if the Navy already sent out a rescue team, it would be too unsafe to stay near the burning jet. He had no idea whether there were enemies close by and he couldn’t risk getting captured. So, he started to walk. Or rather, he limped, away from the wreck that was his jet.

Great, a sprained wrist and a sprained ankle, Jake thought to himself, this is gonna be a long day…

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Children. The joyful squeals of children dragged him closer and closer to the edge of a village. He saw houses made of clay and stones, with roofs made of thatch. A few children were playing in front of the village, kicking a ball around. Boys and girls, between 8 and 13 years old. Jake felt elated. Maybe he wasn’t in a totally hopeless position after all.

The children froze when they saw him approaching. A boy shouted something, probably in Afghan, because Jake didn’t understand a word. To show that he wasn’t dangerous and didn’t intend to harm the children, he slowed down and held his hands up next to his head.

“I won’t hurt you”, he clarified, coming to a stop when that boy raised one of his hands to signal him to stop.

“Please, I need help”, Jake tried again, all the while knowing that those children wouldn’t understand him.

The young boy stepped a little closer, eyeing him up and down, furrowing his brows. Then, he looked over his shoulder and said something to his friends before running away. The others followed him.

“No, please! I need help! Please!”, Jake pleaded, but he figured running after them would scare them even more.

He wouldn’t even be able to if he wanted, his ankle was starting to kill him. He fell to his knees to take his weight off his injured foot, and leaned forward, coughing heavily. His throat burned, he needed water and his wrist hurt more with each passing second, not to mention his rips. His thoughts ran a mile per second. For a brief moment, he wondered whether these were his last minutes on earth. Most likely the children went to get their parents, who in turn would realize pretty quickly that Jake was an American soldier. They’d kill him or take him hostage. In either case, his death was guaranteed with a certainty he despised. He would never get to return home.

Closing his eyes, his mind travelled across sea and land, twelve and a half time zones west-wards to a white house with a light-yellow front door. He saw her, standing in the kitchen with her back to him, stowing away the groceries they’d just picked up at the store. She hummed her favorite song to herself, swaying her hips gently to its rhythm, even making a pirouette before putting away the milk cans in the fridge. He watched her silently from the hallway, a dreamy smile on his lips. About halfway through, she turned her head to the living room, to the bassinet in front of the large windows. Soft cries and wails sounded over into the kitchen and pierced straight into her mother-heart. She left the groceries where they were, whisked over to the bassinet with just a few steps and picked up the source of her concerns. She cooed with a soft voice, gently rocking the baby in her arms, humming the favorite melody of her daughter.

“Shhh, little girl, don’t cry. Mommy’s here… and I’m always going to be here… shhh…shhh…”

The cries faded away and soon the only sound was her humming the melody. A feeling of safety and calmness rushed through his veins, and he tried to imprint this picture into his mind. His two girls, bathed in the glow of the Californian afternoon sun, looking back at him. A picture of his whole world.

If he were to die now, then at least the last he saw were them. His mind calmed down a little.

Footsteps.

His death approached him quicker than he liked. But he’d already jumped from the brink of death once today, now he had exhausted his luck. Jake sent a last prayer heavenwards, before he raised his head. He wanted to go out of this world with his head held high.

But there weren’t adults approaching him. Instead, the young boy from before returned, with an elder one next to him. Probably his older brother from the way the younger one dragged the elder one by his hand. The young boy pointed at Jake, saying something in Afghan to his brother. The elder one nodded, whispered something into his brother’s ear and pushed him into the direction of the village.

“Please, I need help”, Jake pleaded, raising his hands again.

The boy sat down on one of the rocks a few feet away from Jake and just looked at him, crossing his arms over his chest. Jake understood. He was there to keep watch. Fate had only granted him a few more minutes. He coughed again, grabbing his throat as if that did anything to soothe the ache. The boy just watched him, unmoving.

A few minutes later, there were footsteps again.

Jake closed his eyes, took a deep breath and waited for the source of the sound to round the corner. When he opened his eyes again, there was a group of men and women staring at him.

“I need help”, Jake tried, but he saw the confusion on their faces immediately.

One man cautiously stepped forward, eyeing him up and down.

“Help? You need help?”

He had a heavy accent, but he seemed to understand and speak English. At least a tiny bit. Jake was willing to take anything at this point. If only he still got the chance to go home.

“Yes, please! Can you help me?”

“You American?”, the man asked, pointing at Jake’s uniform.

“Yes, I’m American. But I won’t hurt you. I’m not dangerous. I just need help”, Jake pleaded and showed him the wrist he was cradling.

The man turned around and instructed his friends. Two of them came over to Jake and grabbed his arms roughly. He winced and the men loosened their grips a bit.

“We help you”, the man from before said to Jake while walking next to him, “but you not hurt us, okay?”

“I won’t, I swear. Thank you so much.”

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They took him into one of the houses, sitting him onto a chair. Three women brought in bowls of water, linen cloths, some jars, and other supplies. The two men who brought him in stayed by the door, keeping watch. The English-speaking man stood in the corner of the room, with his arms crossed over his chest. One woman stepped up to Jake, took his wrist out of his grasp and inspected it. When she tried turning it, Jake yelped and yanked his hand away. The woman furrowed her brows and tried taking his wrist back, but Jake refused. She seemed to scold him for it, but Jake didn’t understand a word and kept staring at her.

“She wants you to give your hand”, the man translated, and Jake behaved.

The woman inspected Jake’s wrist once more, and much to his relief, she was a bit more careful this time. Then she shouted over to the other two women, instructing them on how to help her. Turning back to Jake, she started talking to him. He just shook his head, signaling that he didn’t understand her.

“She asks for your name and says that you shouldn’t worry.”

Jake nodded, smiling friendly at the woman.

“Jake”, he said, holding out his left hand.

She chuckled and shook his hand.

“Amira.”

She then pointed at the man leaning on the right side of the door frame and asked the English-speaking man a question. He answered her in a hushed tone.

“Jahan, my husband”, she repeated after him, still pointing at the man at the door.

Jake nodded and waved at the man introduced as Jahan. Amira beamed at him, realizing that Jake had understood her. She pointed at the man in the corner next.

“Isaad.”

Jake smiled and nodded. It was nice, being able to put names to the faces of the people who had helped him out of his misery. It made him feel less anxious and a little more comfortable. He was starting to gain trust.

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Amira and her two friends treated his wounds as good as they could. They built a wrist brace out of two wooden sticks and two linen cloths, pulling them as tight as possible. Same for his injured foot. His cuts and bruises were cleaned and bandaged if needed. After making him drink a glass of water to slowly get him hydrated again, Jahan and Isaad supported him beneath his shoulders and walked out of the house to a different one down the sandy gravel road. Amira hurried past them to open the door and pull out a chair at the small kitchen table, helping the men settle Jake into the new chair. Amira rushed around the house, throwing clothes and various things into different corners of the rooms while simultaneously shouting around. From her facial expressions and the sound of her voice, Jake guessed that she was swearing. Isaad grinned sheepishly, while Jahan stared at the floor, embarrassed.

“Amira is angry because it’s messy here”, Isaad translated, “and she not like messy when guests are here.”

Jake smiled at her when she dashed past him, carefully touching her arm to calm her down.

“It’s okay, Amira.”

The corners of her lips curled up into a smile, before she walked over to the small oven and placed a pot on top. Amira barked out a few more orders before focusing on her task in the kitchen. Isaad waved goodbye and left the house hastily, while Jahan sat down next to Jake, studying him closely. For a few minutes, the only sounds in the house were the ones coming from Amira’s kitchen, the two men sitting in complete silence. Jake stared at his left hand in his lap, avoiding eye contact with Jahan as good as possible. He would never admit it, but he was slightly afraid of the other man, who had some sort of a piercing stare.

But the silence was cut through by squeals of a child and the beautiful deep belly laugh of three others. Four kids dashed into the house, abruptly halting when their eyes fell on the scene inside. Jake recognized the tallest of them immediately. It was the boy who’d kept watch until the grown-ups had been notified by the kids. And when he looked at the other kids, he found a familiar face in the younger boy too. He was the one who’d tried to talk to Jake. The two girls were strangers to Jake though.

Amira had turned around in the meantime and walked over to the kids. She talked to them in Afghan, ruffling the boys’ hair and straightening the tunics of the girls. Then she looked at Jake, grabbing the shoulders of the tall boy.

“Lianh”, she introduced, patting his shoulders.

But before she could move onto the next kid, the elder of the two girls had already stepped forward, reaching her hand out to Jake and smiling friendly.

“Zahra”, she said, shaking Jake’s hand firmly.

“Edris”, Amira continued, pushing the younger boy forward and making him shake Jake’s hand too.

“And Ava.”

The smallest of the kids, the little girl, was shier than the others, as she tried to hide behind her mother’s legs. Amira chuckled and scooped her up instead, brushing a few stray locks out of her face. Jake smiled at each of them again, placing his left hand on his chest.

“Jake”, he introduced himself.

The kids nodded, and even the faces of the boys were softening now. Jake felt like a massive weight had been lifted off his shoulders. This family seemed nice. He felt safe and welcomed, which was a strange feeling to have in a country where the US military was seen as the enemy. But the people in this village didn’t seem to have too much of a problem with him being here. He couldn’t tell for sure, but he figured that, if asked, they would take the side of the American and Afghan military in a heartbeat. He let himself sink further into the chair, watching the kids and Amira swirl around the kitchen and house. His mind slowly calmed down. And when he met Jahan’s gaze, and the other man smiled tight lipped at him for a brief second, Jake knew for sure that this situation would eventually work out in his favor.

*-*

“Hey Nat, you still with me?”

Shannon gently bumped her shoulder, laughing when Natasha jerked her head away from watching the children, Jake and Penny slowly completing the sandcastle. Natasha looked like a deer caught in headlights, causing Shannon to laugh even more. It was a rare sight, seeing Natasha lose her cool.

“Sorry. You were saying?”

“How was the first night with him back?”, Shannon repeated her question, studying Natasha’s face closely.

Although she did her very best to fight it, a blush spread out across Natasha’s face and a tiny smile crept onto her lips.

“Good… Very good.”

Shannon picked up on it immediately. She sat up more properly, analyzing Natasha’s dreamy gaze and smile.

“Did you–“, she started, but gracefully stopped when Natasha glared at her, nervously checking if Payback and Maverick had heard anything.

Instead, Shannon chuckled and smirked.

“I see… still as good as back in the day, I assume?”

Natasha smacked Shannon’s thigh gently and snorted.

“No comment.”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Well, he certainly still looks as good as back then, so–“

“I swear to God, Shannon, stop. There are children around.”

“Alright”, Shannon gave up, laughing and held her hands up in defeat, “we’ll save that conversation for a girls’ night.”

Natasha shook her head, her gaze already back on the sandcastle building crew. She just couldn’t stop looking at him. Most likely out of fear. As if she woke up any second from this dream and he’d vanished. Highly unlikely, but her mind hasn’t really caught up with what had happened since yesterday noon.

Down the beach, they currently added the last fit of towers to the main part of the castle. Jake and Penny were patiently explaining to the younger kids that they needed to be cautious in order not to destroy the finished parts. The kids hung on their lips as if they were telling them the biggest secret of the universe. Lynn refused to let go of Jake, either holding his hand or sitting on his upper thighs while he pointed at various places of the castle, making her laugh with his explanations. As if he had been there the whole time…

“But seriously… how’s it been, having him all to yourself? Being a family again? Or rather, finally being one?”

“Huh, Penny asked me the exact same question…”

“She did? Well, what did you say to her?”

“It’s great”, Natasha answered, turning her head properly to Shannon for the first time.

“Yeah?”

“Yes. I mean, I don’t know yet how he’s been feeling since yesterday, but I’ve been nothing but happy for the last 24 hours. And Lynn too.”

“I can see that. You’re glowing”, Shannon remarked, a sheepish smile on her face.

Natasha rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stop that dreamy smile from before from creeping onto her lips again. Shannon grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently, making her look at her again.

“You don’t have the slightest idea how happy for you I am that he’s back. I’ve been praying every Sunday for the last five years that he’s still alive and comes back one day. I’m so glad that my prayers came true.”

Natasha nodded, feeling a few tears well up in the corners of her eyes.

We have lost him too.

For the first few months, she hadn’t been able to understand why exactly Emma had said that to her on the first “anniversary” of his death. She hadn’t been able to properly understand that her friends were grieving too. That they weren’t just understanding, but that they knew exactly how she felt. Well, maybe not 100% exactly, but pretty close to that. Of course, he was her husband, the father of her child. She loved him more than anything in the entire world. But their friends loved him too. Each one of them had their own memories with him, from then on the only thing left of him.

“I won’t ever be able to thank our fate enough for this second chance. My head hasn’t caught up yet with what happened yesterday and I’m not sure if that’ll happen anytime soon. I’m so afraid that this is a very lively fever dream that I could wake up from any moment and he’s gone…”

Her breath hitched for a second as her emotions threatened to overwhelm her. She looked at Shannon, a single tear escaping down her cheek.

“I can’t lose him a second time, Shannon”, Natasha whispered, thankful that her friend hadn’t yet let go of her hand.

She needed the physical contact to ground herself and to get her emotions back under control.

“Then make sure you don’t! And let’s pray to God that you won’t”, Shannon answered, carefully brushing Nat’s tear away with her thumb and wrapping her in a hug.

They sat in silence, wrapped in each other’s arms until Payback cleared his throat, him and Maverick shooting them worried looks.

“You good?”

Shannon nodded, before (almost) jumping to her feet and reaching her hands out to Natasha to pull her up.

“We’re gonna take a quick walk and then I’m up for a little swim. You going to join me?”

Payback smirked and nodded, before getting up too and walking over to help Jake and Penny keep the kids in line. Maverick just shook his head in amusement, before lying on his back and getting comfortable to take a quick nap. Shannon and Natasha took off down the beach.

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They stayed at the beach until way into the afternoon. It was actually early evening, when the Seresin’s (finally) returned home. Jake dropped the bags full of sandy towels and wet swim gear near the door, while Natasha carried a sleeping Lynn right up the stairs to the bathroom. He proceeded to lock the car and shake the sand off his flip flops on the front porch. Casting one last look over the driveway, almost in an analytic manner, Jake closed the door. He’s come to realize this habit of a long time ago. And since joining the military, but especially since Afghanistan, it was even harder to get rid of.

Natasha gently shook Lynn awake by brushing her air-dry locks out of her face and humming Lynn’s name.

“Wake up, sweetheart”, she cooed softly, smiling when Lynn slowly opened her eyes.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, I’m here. You can go to sleep soon, but first we gotta get you in the shower to wash the salty water and sand off your skin.”

Lynn nodded sleepily, barely able to keep her head up.

“We’re gonna be real quick about this, I promise”, Natasha said, already letting the water run in the shower to get the temperature right.

Lynn tried to take her bathing suit off by herself, like the big girl she already was, but her arms got stuck and her exhaustion fueled her frustration even further. Natasha was quick to help her though. In no time at all, Lynn was in the shower, washing her body with her favorite shower gel and scrubbing the sand off her skin. She seemed to have regained some energy, as she was humming her favorite melody while dutifully doing her task. Natasha used the time to get her make up and the sunscreen off her face, listening to her daughter with a smile on her face.

“You done, baby?”, Natasha checked when the water suddenly shut off.

“Yes. Where’s the towel?”

“I’ve got it. There’s a step, be careful.”

Lynn cautiously stepped out of the shower, letting herself fall into Natasha’s towel-clad arms with a giggle. Natasha chuckled too, gently drying Lynn’s skin and inhaling the rosy scent of her shower gel. When her body was dry, Natasha wrapped the towel around Lynn’s head and helped her put on her plushy bath robe. Scooping her up, she carried her giggling daughter into her room, dressing her in one of her favorite summers-pj’s. After a little fuss from Lynn, Natasha sat her down on the bed and blow-dried her hair, gently combing through the blonde locks with her fingers.

“There you go, freshly showered and dressed. How do you feel?”

“Good. But I’m hungry”, Lynn grumbled when Natasha fluffed up her pillow, carefully placing her stuffed sheep on top.

“I know, me too. I bet Daddy’s already working his magic in the kitchen. Shall we go see?”

Lynn nodded frantically, immediately taking off for the stairs.

“I’ll be down in a minute!”, she shouted after her daughter, but she doubted that Lynn still had ears for her.

Natasha turned the corner to her room, changed into some sweatpants, a comfortable shirt and brushed the sand out of her hair. She’d have to wash it later to get everything out, but that’ll do it for now. Carefully, she slipped her wedding band and engagement ring back onto her finger. Usually, she never took them off, except she was headed for the beach. Beside her fear of having them stolen, she was even more afraid she’d lose them in the water. And she wasn’t sure whether her rings would get damaged by the salty water, which was a risk she’d rather not take. They meant too much to her for that.

Throwing her sundress into the hamper in the corner, she left the room and headed straight for the kitchen.

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Dinner was a short affair, since all of them were exhausted and barely able to stay awake. Natasha stashed the dishes in the dishwasher while Jake carried Lynn upstairs. After wrapping up the tasks downstairs, she shut off all the lights and walked up to Lynn’s room, enjoying the view she had from the doorway.

Jake tucked the blanket under Lynn’s chin, feather-lightly drawing patterns on her face to lull her to sleep. Her eyelids grew heavy and soon, she was off to dream land, her breathing evening out. Jake just watched her, unmoving. When he was sure she was asleep, he shut off the light on her nightstand and softly kissed her on her forehead.

“Goodnight, princess”, he whispered into the darkness.

Natasha smiled at him when he walked up to the door and handed him the night light to plug it in before closing the door.

“Let’s go take a shower”, she said, tugging on his hand.

“Together?”, he asked, fighting a smirk.

“Mhmm”, she hummed in response, softly closing the door behind him.

They undressed each other slowly, enjoying the process as they weren’t in a rush. When Natasha reached for the hem of his shirt, he stopped her hands momentarily. She met his gaze, her eyes silently asking “why”. He never broke their eye contact while removing his shirt by himself, dropping it onto the pile of clothes on the floor.

“There’s something I need to show you”, he whispered, not really trusting his voice.

Taking a deep breath, he cautiously turned around, his back facing her. Seeing his back, and therefore his scars, properly for the first time, she gasped. His shoulders tensed slightly at her reaction, his hands clenching into fists.

“Not pretty, I know”, he said, shame and a little anger coloring his voice.

Natasha reached out, feather-lightly tracing the longest one on his left shoulder blade. Her gaze jumped from one onto the next, not really knowing where to look first. There were so many. Like on a map, she brushed her index finger over the scars, wondering where each one had come from.

“Jake”, she breathed out.

He turned back around, already reaching for his shirt again, but she stopped him. Removing their last articles of clothing, she dragged him into the shower with her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, they stood under the spray of water for several minutes in complete silence. Natasha grabbed her shower gel, poured some into her hand and turned him around again, slowly applying it to his back. Her hands moved circular over his back, massaging it into his skin. His shoulders lost some of the tension the events of the day had caused, his head hanging down.

“Will you tell me where these came from?”

Natasha had to gather a lot of courage to ask the question, but she figured cutting straight to the point was the best option. Jake turned his head to look over his shoulder.

“Yeah, sure. Do you mind if it’s not happening tonight?”

“Fine with me. As long as you promise to tell me.”

“I promise.”

She washed the soap off his back, just as gentle as she applied it. Then they switched places. He gently worked her shampoo into her hair, massaging her scalp in the process. Leaning back against his chest, she closed her eyes and reveled in the moment. How many times has she stood in this shower over the past five years, wishing he stood behind her like now? She had lost count after the first few months.

“I love you”, Jake whispered against her temple when the shampoo was washed out of her hair.

“I love you”, she whispered back, wrapping his arms around her.She’d refused to believe it when her mother used to tell her that the arms of a person you love with all your heart feel like a safe haven. She’d brushed it off as a cliché born out of romance novels. But life, as it usually does, proved her wrong.

#5 years #hannix au #hannix #hangman x phoenix #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #top gun: maverick #writing #fanfiction

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youreallyshouldtalkmore · 2 years ago

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Fairy Gala_Part 3

A.N: A five part Fairy Gala fanfic with my Twst Yuu Oc Mia! So far, Fairy Gala is my favorite event!

Twisted Wonderland Masterlist————————————————————————

Over the next few days, a grueling training began. Vil had given Mia some pointers with her fan that she took to with a sense of glee. She had always thought fans were elegant and was too happy to learn it. Vil also gave some pointers to Ruggie, but his main concern was Leona’s gait and Kalim’s and Jamil’s dance routine.

As had become Mia’s usual routine, she came everyday even after Vil was done with her, in a show of support. Usually she sat in the corner of the room, drawing and watching. She ate lunch and dinner with them, sometimes helping out in the kitchen. She was also too happy to get away from the sauna that was Ramshackle.

On more than one occasion, she was glad that she was on Ruggie’s team. Vil had quickly gotten fed up and placed vases on Leona in an effort to help his walk. She really couldn’t tell if Leona was really bad at it or just couldn’t be bothered enough. At least Jamil and Kalim were trying to perfect their dance, but they were having a bit of trouble keeping 100% in sync. Mia was half surprised that it took until day two for Leona to finally snap.

“Nope, that’s it!! I’m done!!” Leona growled as the vases fell for the umpteenth time, “It can stay winter for the rest of my life, for all I care. Anything beats all this clowning around.”

“Leona’s in shabby shape, and Kalim and Jamil’s dancing is all stilted.” Ruggie commented, “Are you guys gonna be ready in time for the Fairy Gala?”

Grim looked ready to weep, “If you guys don’t steal the show, we’re not gonna be stealing much of anything else.”

Mia was beginning to get worried as Fairy Gala was mere days from now. Vil already had them working from 7am to 10pm. And it wasn’t any later because Vil believe in a good 7-hour sleep pattern. At least that was a mercy with the training they had. But after two days of full preparation, they didn’t seem like they were reaching that final huddle.

“If I may ask, why are you making them practice in the clothing they will wear to the gala? Wouldn’t it help if they were in more comfortable clothes?” inquired Mia.

Vil folded his arms as he answered, “Muscle memory. They need to do well in these specific clothes, so it makes sense to wear them while they practice. It will help their bodies conform to the clothing and eventually become a second skin.”

Mia nodded.

Made sense.

Then Vil gave that creepy smile and Mia knew something was fixin’ to go down.

“I will make this Operation Steal the Show a success. My professional pride demands nothing else. As such, there is only one surefire way to succeed: Drilling until your muscle memory couldn’t forget even if it wanted to!”

Then with a swing of his magic pen, the boys jumped as if they had been kicked.

Mia’s eyes widen. If she thought it was bad for them now…

“He gave them a magical kick in the pants!” cried Ruggie.

Mia’s head spun as she listened to the new rules that Vil laid out. She unconsciously reached out to Ruggie next to her as she turned away from Vil, “Mommy, I’m scared…” she whimpered.

“Shishishi…”

After a brief moment of shock, Leona just glared at Vil, “Who are you to order me to do anything?”

“Vil Schoenheit! World Class top model, that’s who!”

Mia didn’t expect Vil to answer seriously, but Leona just gave a yawn in response, “Not. My. Problem. I’ll be seeing you herbivores. I quit. Oh, and Vil, you hit me again, you best be prepared for the consequences.”

It seems even Vil had to think about it as he raised his magical pen.

Everyone watched, helpless, as Leona started for the door. Mia’s eyes widen. Of course, Leona would be the hardest to convince to tough it out.

“Wait, Leona!! I know you can do it!” Kalim called out.

“Don’t care to.”

Jamil growled, “So you’re giving up? Running away with your tails between your legs?!”

“As you can clearly see, I’m walking.”

Vil growled, “None of that will work on Leona! If he decides to quit, unlike most of us, he has no pride to uphold.”

Mia’s mind raced as Leona reached the door. There had to be something! Something that would get him to…!

“Ahh, I take it you’ll go and get a nap, first thing you get back, huh?” she asked.

Everyone turned and stared at her. That was helping how?

Leona turned the knob and opened the door, “Naturally…”

“I ask, seriously, but, can you sleep right now? Isn’t it dead winter in Savanaclaw?”

“Such things as blankets.”

Mia knocked her head against her hand, “Of course silly me, but if it gets much worse, won’t it get colder? I know you are beastman, a lion, but can you hibernate like a bear?”

Leona turned, leaning on the open door as he looked back at Mia. “Is there a point, somewhere?”

“I’m just concerned about how well, you are going to nap. I mean it’s winter, might get worse. Sure you have blankets but will that really work? And what about the other students in your dorm?”

“Not my…”

Mia cut in suddenly, “But if they get cold, won’t they complain? And you’re the dorm leader, so wouldn’t that mean eventually they’ll be waking you up all hours of the day and night because of it?”

Everyone’s saw Leona twitched once as Mia spoke calmly, “So as dorm leader, you need to deal with the freezing weather and eventually finding enough blankets for not only yourself but your entire dorm. But even if you found enough blankets, would that stop your dorm from complaining? Eventually they’ll be hounding you to make Savanaclaw livable again. They are really fond of warm weather, and most beastmen need it to literally function.”

Mia reached up to hold her chin, “But I guess you could escape it. I know you are fond of the botanical garden, which is a problem for two reasons.”

Ruggie couldn’t help the grin as he asked, “What reasons are that, Mia?” His eyes darted to Leona who miraculously hadn’t left yet.

“Well, right now it is Fairy Gala, he can’t use it anyway. And even after Fairy Gala is over, isn’t the weather there tumultuous? The magestone or the fairies, not sure which, are regulating the garden right now, but chances are, it’s going to get cold. Which is why, Leona I asked, will your naps be okay?”

Mia said it so earnestly with a straight face as she looked across to Leona who was really twitching now. Jamil elbowed Kalim who wanted to start laughing; he accidentally let out a snort as it was.

Ruggie crossed his arms behind his head, “Mia, does have a point. There will come a riot in our dorm if this goes on any longer. I’m already trying to manage everyone’s complaints. Reason why, you haven’t heard too many yet.”

Vil eyed Leona, “So, what are you gonna do? Quickly make up your mind, so we can plan accordingly.”

Leona let the door slam before marching back to the others with a growl. The tension in the room eased as Kalim looked wide-eyed as Mia. How did she manage to do that? Jamil smirked, silently impressed. Leona glared at Mia who only clasped her hands behind her back with a smile.

“Leona, if nothing else, those fairies will have the fortune and privilege of meeting you. Give them a show they can’t even dream about!” She ended with a dramatic snap of her fingers.

Leona sighed, “Why do you think that saying such things to me, works? You rehashed that line often!”

Mia’s voice was sweet and honest, “But is it any less true? I know you can do it and do it exceptionally well!!”

Leona just sighed before Vil promptly put them back to work. Mia, Ruggie and Grim exited the ballroom.

Grim cried, “My life just flashed before my eyes!”

“Your life? What about my sinus’?” Mia almost cried.

“Shishishi, I thought we were done for!” Ruggie elbowed her, “How you managed that? Mia, you just saved Fairy Gala!”

Mia rolled her eyes, “Don’t be so dramatic, Ruggie!!”

Part 4

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twst #twst fanfiction #twst fairy gala #twst leona #twst jaml #twst kalim

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beck-hartman · 1 year ago

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They shouldn't be allowed in public spaces, their friends had been telling them that for years. However, when Shosh looked at him like that, he was happy to oblige in taking her away from the public...or as far from the public as they could get. "Maybe I'll accept other sounds," he teased, "if you think I should make that exception?" Smirking against her lips, he stole one more kiss, in case she needed any reminders that he didn't mind at all wearing marks from her.

"I never did, so I wouldn't dare expect it now." Playful though it was, the underlying truth remained in the words: I was always yours. "Oh, yeah, very shy. I remember that when you were suggesting your other ideas," he feigned agreement because shy hadn't really described her since somewhere around kindergarten. Laughing as she did her math, even more as she mentioned the bases. "We may have been rounding second." Though he had no idea what year that actually was to even make an educated guess. "Now I'm starting to think you were looking to your novels for how to seduce me?" They definitely needed chaperones, though their study sessions were a lot more fun. Even if not productive. "JD being there was helpful for you because you were trying to drown out our football talk anyway," he replied with a light snort in amusement. JD would be there to keep them accountable to hands to themselves, but then Shosh had to be there to keep the talking focused on the task at hand.

He knew she'd argued about the Red Room thing. "No, we can't," he doubled down, "we'll call it something better. I don't think we need to take our guide from Christian." Though he hadn't read the books, he thought the guy was a bit overrated. He lost it at her next suggestion, still very much an immature boy at heart. "That's something else," he choked out, trying to collect himself, "maybe we just name it after you, call it the Hart Room." He then focused on her excitement over his ideas, one in particular, and he was a grown up again. Mostly. "A greenhouse it is. We'll make it as big as you want it, fill it with all sorts of plants and flowers and other things people put in greenhouses." If Mama wanted a greenhouse, that's what she was gonna get. One way or another. "And the outdoor one can be heated, so we can swim in either year round. We can have a sauna too, not that we need help in working up a sweat."

Touché. He might be incredibly familiar with her weaknesses, but she absolutely knew his too. That bite, though he had no one to blame but himself for the move that led to it, sent a jolt through him, a rush of pure adrenaline. Her subsequent tease did not help, especially in that voice. "People who get lost scream sometimes, don't they?" He asked, forcing a casual tone, but his hand moved to be slightly less gentle on her jaw, tilting her head to give him a little more access to her neck. "Especially if they're in a very secluded part of the house where no one would see them, might only hear. So many things could happen to an innocent girl in places like that..." Giving her one kiss to that spot he knew very well, he let her go and kept them moving forward. "But if he's mysterious, no one would know about the fortune, right? He'd have to rely on other things to get laid, unless his partners get to know who he is." She had him on the next question. "I mean, I have heard that rumor. Most people say it's a man, so I always figured we at least knew that. However, didn't Gossip Girl turn out to be a man? So why not?" Then he pulled her back in, he asked playfully, "is it you?"

Shosh's grip on Beck tightened as he cursed, just as affected by his words as he was hers. She lowered her eyelids almost subconsciously, looking up at him through her lashes in a way that she hoped was screaming throw me over your shoulder already! "Hm?" She asked, then smiled as he told her what the secret was. "Well, sometimes you make it hard for me to speak," she murmured. Thankfully, Shosh was granted a momentary reprieve from her desperation as he kissed her, though it only ended up stoking the flames. "Not one bit," she confirmed when they separated.

"You're not getting them back." Despite the teasing tone of her voice, Shoshanna meant every word as she leaned into his kiss. "I was shy back then, obviously!" Doing the math in head, which took longer than she'd like to admit, she continued. "Actually, I think that might be the truth. The first time I read those books, I don't think we'd even gotten to third base yet." A sudden round of giggles burst out of her. It was so juvenile to use the bases as a reference, as if she were still that young girl dishing to her girlfriends. "Oh, we definitely owe it to Harls. Or JD." Even if the other person was studying something else, Shosh and Beck often needed that buffer to keep their hands off each other.

"We can't call it the Red Room? Would we call it a different color, or something entirely different? I think Christian only called it that because it was literally a red room. Or maybe it was because that's the color he was turning Ana's...aspen. Or, since it's a wing, I guess it would be the Red Wing." Her eyes went wide. "Wait, no, I think that's something else." Moving on, she laughed loudly as Beck searched for the word he wanted. Before she could tell him, he found it on his own. "Yes, a greenhouse, that would be amazing!" She could grow year round with a greenhouse. And if she were being entirely honest, she had always wanted to get married in a greenhouse. And...do other things in a greenhouse. Plants thrive off carbon dioxide, so it made sense, okay? "We need two pools. One outdoor and one indoor. With jacuzzis, of course."

Her feet faltered as Beck's lips met her neck. That was one of her main weaknesses, and he knew it well. But then, his hand came around to touch her face, intensifying everything. His touch was gentle, but it branded her skin just the same. She opened her mouth and captured her thumb between her teeth, biting down softly before releasing it. "Who would be screaming?" Shosh managed to tease him, her voice taking on a husky tone before the mood shifted again, laughing as they walked. "No, he definitely gets some. A mysterious man in a mansion with an unknown fortune? He's getting laid. I mean, if Elon Musk can get laid, I'm sure this guy is. Although, has anyone considered the fact that the Benefactor is a woman?"

#( thread | shosh. )#( event: halloween masquerade. )

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imagine-organization-xiii · 4 years ago

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Want to go on vacation so I have to live vicariously through this blog - org xiii going on a cruise?

oh my god let’s get this chaos rolling - I’ve never actually been on a cruise before but I would absolutely love to go on one

if i had drawing skills i would totally draw some of this because it just cracks me up to no end

EDIT: i added some stuff about Xigbar because i forgot about him lmao

Xemnas: “Whoever is humming the Jaws theme song is going to get their ass kicked.“

They’re all sorely in need of a good vacation, something that they can all enjoy where they can do their own things but not be bothered by each other. Someone mentions a cruise in passing and some of the members are doubtful at being stuck on a boat with one another for a long period of time, but... Well. The boat is large and there’s an open bar and a WATER SLIDE so it doesn’t take long to get everyone on board with the plan.

They know that a lot of rooms on cruise ships don’t actually have windows, but Lexaeus, Marluxia, Vexen, and Xemnas all demand rooms with windows. Lexaeus and Marluxia can get a bit seasick if they’re in the bottom of a boat without seeing where they actually are, Vexen is high maintenance, and Xemnas isn’t having anything less than the best.

They don’t plan on paying out the ass for rooms, so they all decide to share. Roxas and Xion get their own room that’s connected to the room shared by Vexen and Lexaeus. Lexaeus, who was originally going to share with Xaldin, was forced to switch when Vexen refused to room with Xigbar. Xemnas refuses to share with anyone other than Luxord (because Luxord spends most of his time out and about and is actually rarely in the room), while Saix shares with Axel. Larxene and Marluxia cling to one another while Demyx and Zexion claim the last room with a window because Demyx wanted to see the ocean.

Vexen: Okay, kids, just remember to stick with your buddy when you’re on the ship and that if you go overboard, none of us are going after you.

Zexion: I have a question.

Vexen: Yes?

Zexion: What happens if you go overboard? Do we just not go after you?

Vexen: If I go overboard then it means I went overboard on purpose to get away from all of you.

There are so many things that you can do on a cruise ship and everyone is ready to stay far enough away from each other while they still enjoy themselves. Even if they’re attending the same event, chances are that they won’t be sitting near each other. They have ONE night where they all sit and have a nice dinner together, but otherwise it’s free roam for each and every one of them.

The younger ones spend most of their time lounging in or around the pool, playing around on the water slides and generally causing a lot of chaos. Roxas and Xion enjoy swimming and playfully splashing each other with water when the life-guard (and Saix) aren’t paying attention, and they all enjoy trying to tip Lexaeus and Xaldin over when they decide to join them at the pool. Axel and Demyx manage to literally carry and drag Zexion out to the pool sometime during the second day, and the young magician actually manages to enjoy himself even though he’ll never admit it.

Demyx: Zexion, stop being a sourpuss and come terrorize people at the pool with us.

Saix is also at the pool, only so he can keep an eye on the others. It’s a good thing he does because chances are that someone is going to get in a fight with someone else - probably Larxene, when she and Marluxia decide to do some sunbathing - because some asshole thought it would be cool to hit on Larxene when she’s relaxing and that’s just going to be hell for everyone.

Some mornings are for GETTING PUMPED. Not wanting to get lazy just because they’re on vacation, Xaldin and Lexaeus do spend a bit of time in the fitness area, lifting weights and waking themselves up before they enjoy themselves with other activities.

Near the gym is the SAUNA/steam room! You can bet your ass that Axel will NOT be working out but he’ll definitely be in the steam room a few times during the trip. Demyx will join him on occasion and they usually get a big kick out of all the old people that end up there. Overall, they just like sitting and chilling like two bros

SPA TIME. You can guarantee that Marluxia and Larxene are spending a lot of the time in the spa with giant mixed drinks - mimosas in the morning with fancy breakfast treats, mai-tais in the evening. Facials, manicures, pedicures, massages, everything they can think of until they’re limp and pliant and lazy. Xemnas joins them one day for a back massage, much to Marluxia’s chagrin, while Demyx joins them when they get facials.

Saturday night brings a casino night in the main area of the ship, a tiny competition that has Luxord all but shaking excitedly with energy. Of course, he sweeps the floor with the competition during a giant poker match, and wins a nice $2500 prize for coming in first place. They’re all shocked and extremely impressed at how good his poker face is. He spends a good amount of time in the casino area during their cruise, but takes frequent breaks to go swimming, to the spa, or to tan on one of the Adults-Only decks with Xemnas.

All of the eating areas are a big hit. The younger group tends to go for the tiny food places by the pool, where they can find burgers, curly fries, hot dogs, tator tots, and giant slushies. The older ones like the sit down restaurants. Expensive wine, lobster with a delicious garlic butter, top rated filet mignon with a specialty seasoning, and live entertainment - usually someone playing piano, occasionally accompanied by a singer. Overall, they both agree that they have wonderful dining experiences.

Holy shit, when I tell you that Vexen somehow ends up entering and WINNING a shuffleboard tournament? It takes the whole organization by surprise. Somehow he just ended up on one of the decks and was observing some of the skilled, veteran players, and one of them asks if he’d like to give it a shot. He does and DAMN, he’s like an expert immediately????

Vexen: *comes back to the room he’s sharing with Lexaeus with a giant trophy in one hand and a margarita in the other*

Lexaeus: Uh... what’s that?

Vexen: Hm? A margarita, what does it look like?

Xemnas is the one who mostly sticks to himself the whole time. He tries a little bit of everything. Swimming, the hot tub, reading on a chair and getting a deep tan, relaxing at the spa, getting a bit of a work out, etc. He’s a fancy bitch who enjoys the fancier things in life, and holy shit they paid a LOT of money for this cruise for 14 people so he’s absolutely going to get his money’s worth.

Movie night is every night on a cruise ship, so everyone will gather together and lounge either in the pool or on one of the deck chairs and relax as a movie is played on a giant screen. It’s a good way for them to do something together without bothering one another. Axel and Saix help pass out sodas, icee’s, and popcorn before moving to lounge in the hot tub before the movie begins.

Xigbar has made himself known to the waitstaff on the ship for two reasons - he has good taste in alcohol and he’s an incorrigible flirt. He doesn’t mean any harm with it and he has no intentions of acting on it any further than a few playful words, so everyone knows not to take him seriously when they spot him flirting with a cabana boy or the staff in the gym.

Xigbar also has a secret night time routine, surprisingly with Saix. One night, Xigbar just couldn’t sleep and he found himself walking around the ship at three in the morning, when it was quiet and most people were asleep and the halls were almost empty. He ended up on the bow of the ship and it was AMAZING to look out on the water and the sky and just enjoy the sea breeze. He did the same thing the next night and found that Saix had beaten him there. After some quiet glaring, they mutually agreed just to enjoy it and not bother one another.

Finally, most of the younger group barely get any sleep. They order room service like crazy for various midnight snacks and have fun in the arcade beating high scores on all of the games they can manage until they all end up dragging themselves back and passing out in a single room together.

#i am also in dire need of a vacation my friend #organization xiii headcanons #kingdom hearts headcanons #organization xiii

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libsterslobsters · 4 years ago

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The Wanton Song

Summary: How do you broach the topic of sex with the 90-something super soldier you've found yourself dating? That's the reader's question. Luckily, she and Bucky are no strangers to awkward conversations...

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x fem!enhanced! Reader

(Reader can see bits and pieces of the future in visions and understands all languages)

Warnings: SMUT, tiny bit of angst, lotsa fluff, maybe some past dub!con if you squint

Author's note: Wow... here I am posting smut on the internet. Never thought that would happen. Tmi, but I'm married, so I have a good amount of sex 🙀 and I actually had a great first time, but some people don't, and that's what I tried to represent. That, and CONSENT!!!! Consent is sexy, y'all. Safe, sane and consensual all day every day.

As always, the reader's name isn't stated so that you can read as a self insert, but I've written so much at this point that I refer to the Reader as Violet in my own mind.

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Life has been going swimmingly these past few months. Better than ever before in fact, or at the very least, better than in a long time. She’s still a fugitive, living life looking over her shoulder, but now she has a steady job, a steady paycheck, and oh yeah, a steady boyfriend. Those three things have never aligned for her before (especially the last one). Overall, she’s pretty happy. But, because she’s her, there’s still a question niggling at the back of her mind.

The transition from “you’re my only friend” to “we’re together now” went smoothly, helped in part by the fact that Barnes had been at that particular juncture the whole time. From the outside looking in, the only major changes have been the addition of those three simple but very key words and an upping the anti in the cuddles department.

Speaking of cuddles, that’s a very mild term for what’s going on these days. It starts out innocent enough. The usual location is on the couch at one or the other’s apartment. There hadn’t been much distance between them since that first time where they ended up talking more than watching the movie playing from her laptop, but now, the space is nonexistent. As a general rule, within the first ten minutes, her legs somehow end up over his lap or in some way intertwined with is. The intention is always to pay attention to what’s on the screen but, well, when you’re that close, it would be rude not to snuggle up. And, when the other person looks that damn kissable, it would truly be insulting not to take the plunge.

Now, considering the angle, one of them has to lean in. Otherwise, it would be awkward. That generally determines who, somewhere from two to ten minutes later, is on top of who. Of course hands wander, and even though it’s understood that the word “no” can be employed at any time and immediately obeyed (not to mention the copious amounts of “Is this okay”’s being asked), she can’t remember a time either of them have said it.

If she had to attach a term to what comes next, it would be ‘dry humping.’ And then… nothing. It always ends far too soon, leaving her flustered and with her heart racing. At first she thought it was because he simply didn’t want her, but, well, there’s certain physical signs that point to that not being the problem. Her next guess was that he’s simply being respectful. Well, as sweet as that is, she’s ready to get on with it. She’s only human after all, and as such, has needs. Sure, she could take care of them herself, but if she had to guess, he’s experiencing those needs too, and from what she’s heard, it’s more fun to take care of it together.

The only issue: how the hell do you bring something like this up, especially when the person you’re bringing it up with grew up in a much more repressed era than you did? She’s been debating it for the past week, and despite having multiple visions, none of them have given her that key insight into what to do.

Finally, she decides to just say it. They’ve made a point to be honest with each other, and it’s probably best to get it out of the way. They’re adults, after all. They can have this discussion. She’s going to come straight out with it.

“Hey, can I ask you something? It’s kind of personal, and maybe a little uncomfortable.”

“Sure, Doll.” The response is immediate. “Fire away.”

Glancing up to make sure they’re not at a pivotal scene in tonight’s movie (they have a system; at his place, watch something he grew up with, at hers, something made literally anytime after 1945), she spits out the whole sentence in one breathless go. “Are we ever going to have sex?”

It feels like a branding iron where his arm is still wrapped around her shoulder. Still, it’s comforting. At least he’s not moving away.

“I gotta admit, that’s not the question I was expecting. What brought this on?”

She shrugs, carefully keeping her eyes trained on the wall behind his head instead of on him.

“Nothing in particular. Just…” is there a delicate way to put this? “...I think things are going well between us, and sometimes when we’re together… I’ve noticed that there’s a physical response.” She’s really hoping that’ll suffice, because she can’t think of a good way to say “I can feel that you’re hard when you’re on top of me”.

“Oh.”

Apparently, her meaning is indeed clear enough, because he removes his arm from her shoulders. She’s about to apologize (all the while mentally berating herself) when his hand closes over hers.

“I’m sorry about that, Doll. I’ll try to stay calmer.” Wait, that’s not- “It’s just an issue guys have. Don’t think it means you have to do anything that you don’t want to, because I would never-”

“I know you wouldn’t.” Without thinking, she cuts him off. “And I want to.” It feels like she’s sitting in a sauna, she’s so flustered from this conversation. “But only if you do, and I understand if you didn’t-”

“No.” It’s abrupt, cutting her off. A definite answer that leaves no room for questioning. “No, I do. I just-” He clears his throat. “-I didn’t want to bring it up, in case we weren’t on the same page. “ This seems to be a recurring theme, so far. “And it’s not a must. If you change your mind-”

It’s pure instinct. There’s no thought involved as she closes the gap between them, this time with her on top, and presses her lips against his. The response is immediate and enthusiastic. She considers just going on, not putting a stop to things, but realization hits that, although overall she’s ready for this to happen, she’s not ready for it to happen tonight. There’s still things she needs to take care of. Most importantly, protection.

So, gasping for breath, she pulls away. “I’m calling for a rain check, but if after that, you still think I’ll change my mind-” she pushes back her hair and forces herself to take a deep breath. “-then you may just be beyond help, Barnes.” If the chuckle is anything to judge from, she’s made her point.

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Wow. Bucky thinks to himself as he exits out of the browser tab on his phone. That’s enough internet for one day. Too much, actually. He knows that it’s the information superhighway, but good god, no one needs THAT much information. He really needs to be more specific with what he googles… or less… or just not at all.

He’d never admit it (and really, who the hell is gonna ask him anyway), but he spent the last hour looking up how to have sex. He’s engaged in the act before, yeah, but it was seventy years ago. Plus, it used to be this huge taboo thing that you suspected was going on behind closed doors, but no one (not even the married couples) owned up to it. If you were ever found out, there were severe consequences. As a man, he didn’t have to worry as much, but if whoever the woman was had her dirty laundry aired… oh boy. She’d be a pariah, a “scarlet woman”, unfit for marriage or to even give the time of day. That led to limited encounters, and, well, it just seemed smart to brush up on what information is out there. As it turns out, people have written a lot about the fine art of love making. Unfortunately for him, most of it is absolute garbage. Some of the positions he just read about (because at that point, the article was like a train wreck; he badly wanted to look away, but he couldn’t) don’t even sound possible, much less pleasurable. He’s all for society being freer, but good grief!

He’s halfway through a bottle of straight vodka (it won’t have any effect, but he’s hoping maybe the alcohol will travel to his brain and sanitize his eyeballs from most of the shit he just read) when his phone rings. Great. He’s always happy to talk to her, but right now… wow. It’s gonna take him some time to recover, so he hopes she doesn’t need him to say much.

“Hey, Doll.”

“I am so fucking pissed off right now.” That sounds promising.

“At what?”

“The city of Bucharest, my apartment, the landlord, whoever the fuck did the plumbing in this building! God!” She’s clearly out of breath, so it takes a minute before she can speak again. “I’m sorry, Buck. It’s just that I came home from work, and one of my neighbors told me the entire sixth floor is under a good inch, inch and a half of water.” Wait-

“How-”

“I don’t know. Busted pipe. It’s leaked down onto the fifth floor, so I’ve got about fifty other pissed off people for company.”

“Jesus.”

She chuckles harshly. “Yeah, we could use him right about now to perform a miracle. This is a shit show, and I haven’t even told you the best part.”

“So the spontaneous flood wasn’t the highlight of your day?”

“I fucking wish! So, naturally, I tried to call the landlord, along with basically everyone else. Get this: since it’s after five o’clock on a Friday, he’s not gonna do anything. Told us collectively to suck it up! And of course, when there’s a leak, they have to cut the power…” He’s starting to see a pattern here.

She sighs. “I really needed to get that off my chest. How are you?” Still slightly weirded out by the information overload, but feeling a little more steady now that he’s got a good catastrophe to concentrate on. However, that’s probably not the best answer to go with.

“Better than you are.”

“What, the sky isn’t falling where you are?” He chuckles.

“No, it’s right where it’s supposed to be.” Which reminds him… “But since it seems like you’re short a functional home, why don’t you just stay here until they sort things out?” He’s got a couch that, while it doesn’t have anything on an actual bed, he can manage to sleep on for the next few nights. Or maybe they can share his bed. He shakes his head. That thought needs to be put to the side, even if it’s meant in the most innocent way possible. Of course, in case she decides to cash in that rain check…

“Yes. I mean, that would be great, if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.” Actually, he can’t think of a better way to spend the weekend. The plan was to meet up either Saturday or Sunday, possibly both, so this isn’t that far out of the ordinary.

“Okay, but just a warning: They’re not letting us go up to our floor in case there’s been electrical damage as well-” That’s smart. If the pipes are in that bad of condition, who knows what the wiring looks like. “-so all I have is my purse, backpack, and what I wore to work. No toothbrush or pajamas, or anything like that.”

“That’s alright. All you have to bring is yourself.” He’ll have to look, but he’s pretty sure he has something in his closet that’ll work okay for her until she gets the all clear to go into her apartment. Plus, there’s a laundry mat just around the corner, not to mention a pharmacy.

“Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

“Not a problem.” He glances at his bedside clock. Five thirty-four. It takes roughly half an hour to get across the city by bus, so… “I’ll see you around six fifteen?”

“See you then.”

As soon as the line goes dead, he springs into action. First thing’s first: make sure there’s no dirty clothes, old dishes, or trash laying around. That takes all of five minutes. He should probably check that he does indeed have something she can wear so they won’t have to fumble around later. Tshirts are pretty universal and… yes, he has a few pajama bottoms that have a drawstring waist. How much time does he have left? The phone screen lights up, giving him his answer. Twenty-seven minutes. More than enough time to run around the corner and pick up a few things.

His intention is to buy the basics: spare toothbrush, deodorant, hairbrush, maybe a different shampoo than his three-in-one body wash (it’s convenient for him, but she might prefer something designated for hair specifically). But, well, there’s quite a few aisles, and he gets sucked in. Does he need to buy razors, or is that rude, like he thinks she’s hairy? What about aspirin? How often do most people get headaches? He honestly can’t remember.

By the time he realizes that he really needs to get a move on, his basket is full and he has no idea what aisle he’s on. Desperately, he looks around, and his eyes land on… huh. So they just have them out in the open these days. Last time he was in the market for that, he had to beg a married friend to make the purchase for him. He briefly wonders if he’ll need to produce proof of marriage or something similar, but pushes the thought to the side. It’s the 2000s. He can probably just go up to the register and pay, and no one will give him a second look. But there’s just one problem: which brand? He should google… suddenly remembering his adventure from earlier today, he decides to just go with his gut and pick one. There. Now, he needs to pay and get the fuck out of here because there’s only ten minutes left, and he’d rather not have these out in the open, in case she thinks that’s the reason he’s asked her to stay over. If it happens, great. If not… well, he’s made it for the past seventy years. What’s a few more?

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She was still pretty shaken up when she arrived at his apartment, carrying her backpack and purse, slightly damp from the drizzle of rain now covering the city. But immediately receiving a long hug, being instructed to make herself at home, and hearing the offer to take a shower so she could warm up did a lot to restore her good mood.

It was one of the sweetest thing she’s ever experienced in a lifetime where most people have showed her their worst, going into that bathroom and finding a new toothbrush, stick of deodorant, nail clippers, hairbrush, and even shampoo. That and Barnes bashfully informing her that, “I’ll stay in the living room until you’re done. Take your time.” She almost suggested that he just join her in an attempt to broach the subject they left off on two nights ago, but thought better of it. She’s just started to strip when a knock comes from the other side of the wall.

“Sorry. I just remembered that I forgot to give you a change of clothes. Can I leave them outside the door?” A smile forms on her face.

“Sure. Go ahead.” No one’s given this much thought to her comfort or boundaries before. Yet another reason she knows this is the right decision.

She doesn’t stay in the shower for long, just enough time to wash and stop shivering. After toweling off and brushing out her hair, she cracks open the door. Sure enough, a worn but clean tshirt and pair of pajama bottoms are waiting for her. The familiar scent of the laundry detergent he uses envelopes her as she dresses and, at long last, leaves the safety of the bathroom.

True to his word, he’s still sitting on the couch, thumbing through a book she gave him some months back (he’s missed so many feats of literature that have made their way into pop culture; today’s choice is The Hobbit because, while it was out before everything happened to him, he’s never read it) when she emerges. Just in case he’s so absorbed that he hasn’t heard her, she repeats his gesture from earlier and knocks softly on the wall.

“Hey. I’m out. You can have your apartment back.”

“Hey.” That smile always makes her feel slightly unsteady on her feet. “Find everything okay?”

“I did.” She settles into the place next to him. “Thank you, by the way. You didn’t have to go out and get supplies.”

“I know.” He nods, hand closing around hers. “But I wanted to make sure you had whatever you needed.”

They chat for a while about their days, discuss what they should do with the weekend ahead, even throw out ideas for dinner. The entire time, she’s trying to figure out the best way to bring up that she’d really like to finish what they started the other night. However, by the time he’s left to grab some sort of takeout, she’s still no closer to an answer.

Fortunately, their dates usually follow a pattern. Food, a movie, and then the not-so-innocent cuddles. This time, he’s on top of her when she feels the tell-tale sign that he’s as fired up as she is, so she suggests,

“Do want to maybe move to somewhere more comfortable?” His already dilated pupils grow even larger, and he nods.

“Yeah. That sounds like a plan.” She waits for him to roll off of her and head towards the bedroom before she grabs her purse and, digging around inside, grabs one of the foil packages she bought after their last date.

It’s only once she closes the door behind her, shutting them into an enclosed space with a bed (not to mention it’s pretty damn clear what both of their intentions are), that nerves get the better of her. He takes a step towards her, and she leans up to kiss him, but he ducks his head out of the way.

“You’re shaking.” His hand ghosts over her arm, making it obvious that, by comparison, she’s practically vibrating on the spot.

“Sorry.” She chuckles nervously. “It’ll pass.”

“It’s alright.” As he says it, he meets her eyes. “We can stop. Nothing has to happen.”

“I know.” She nods, swallowing hard. “But I want it to.” Their lips briefly meet before he pulls away again.

“Let me ask you, just before we get started, is this-” He stops short, eyes darting from her face to the wall and back again. “...have you… before?” Oh. “Not that it matters, not to me, I just wanted to know so that-”

“I have.” She nods, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. “Once. I was eighteen, and-” It was awful. She’d been seeing the guy for a few months and he kept whining about her not putting out, so she decided to get it over with. He went in dry without any warning, and when she asked him to stop, give her a second to adjust, he told her he couldn’t. She was bleeding and in pain for days afterwards, and to top it off, when her period was late, she thought that, even though he’d pulled out, she was pregnant. That turned out not to be the case, but it, along with the fact that she usually doesn’t stay in one place for very long, has put a damper on her ever wanting to do that again. Except for now. “-it wasn’t a great experience.”

“I’m sorry.” On instinct, she searches for the judgment in his face, the disgust. It’s nowhere to be found, only genuine sympathy. “I’ll do my best to make sure this time is better. That is, if you’re still up to it.”

“I am.” Not waiting for a reply, she wraps her arms around him and starts trailing kisses up his neck towards his ear. “I am. I trust you.” She hears his breath catch, but before she can comment, he’s hoisted her up and is carrying her in the direction of the bed.

As he sets her down, she pulls him on top of her, letting her hands wander over his sides, up his back. After a few moments, she feels his fingers move from her hips to toy with the hem of her… his.. shirt.

“Is this okay? Can I take this off?” She starts to nod, but remembers just in time that he’s so close, they’d butt heads.

“Please.” She expected to feel exposed once she was at least partially undressed, but instead she feels… adored. His eyes are roaming over her newly exposed skin, though his hands have respectfully returned to her waist. In a moment of confidence, she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. There. Now she’s completely shirtless.

“You’re so beautiful.” The flush from her cheeks is spreading down her neck, but she still smiles.

“Care to make things even?” It’s brief, but she catches the look of hesitation.

“Sure.” Before she can offer to do it, he shrugs his shirt over his head, revealing to her, for the first time, the entirity of his metal arm. She must look for a moment too long, because with a shrug, he informs her, “I can put my shirt back on. No big deal. I know there’s some scarring…” That’s not going to fly. She needs to reassure him, make him feel as desired as he’s made her feel.

“Or if you want to stop-” She stands and, after briefly making eye contact, places a kiss on the most prominent scar.

“Don’t you dare think that way for a second.” They’re flush against each other, chest to bare chest. “Not for one.” Slowly, she slides her hands from his shoulders down to his waist, hesitating just over the button. “Is this okay?” Another shakey breath.

“Yes.”

Going forward, it’s much less awkward. The rest of their clothing is shed, and soon they’re back to their previous position; on the bed, with him on top of her. She feels his fingertips brush the inside of her thigh and gasps.

“May I touch you?” She nods.

“You’d better.”

It’s gentle, more of him feeling her out than anything else. Still, she can’t help but think this is infinitely better already than last time around. Suddenly, he pulls his hand away, and it takes all her effort not to whine at the loss of contact. Before she can ask if something’s wrong, does he want to stop, he’s flat on his stomach, head between her legs.

“Tell me if you need me to stop.”

“What-” Her breath catches as it becomes infinitely clear what he’s doing.

Again, she’s expecting pain when, after several minutes he eases a finger into her, but at this point, she’s so wet that there’s absolutely no difficulty.

“Are you okay?” She nods.

“Don’t stop.”

The process is agonizingly slow, he’s so intent on his task. When, finally, he pulls away, she’s so close that she can almost taste it.

“Do you still want to-”

“If you don’t stop asking me that, I’m gonna slap you.” It’s a joke, and she thinks he knows it, but just to be sure, she siezes his hand (the metal one, which is usually cold but has now warmed from being held close against her body. “I’m ready, so long as you want this too.”

“I do. You wouldn’t believe how much.” Yeah, she thinks she would. “Just give me a second.” Perfect timing. He rolls off of her, which gives her the opening she needs to grab the packet she managed to hide under the pillow while he was… otherwise distracted. When he returns from digging inside the wardrobe, she holds it up, only to realize-

“Oh.” He’s got one as well. “Seems like we both came prepared.”

He chuckles. “Just in case, although that wasn’t why I asked you to stay.”

“I know.” She nods and pats the space next to her. “Not why I said yes either, although I can’t say I’m disappointed.”

He returns to the bed and drops his packet onto the nightstand. “Save this one for later?”

“Definitely.”

There is a bit of discomfort once he starts to push inside her, but it’s not painful. Just… overwhelming. Slightly embarassed she asks,

“Can you wait a second? Please?”

“Of course. Are you alright?” She shifts her hips slightly, making them both groan.

“Fine. You can move now.”

She may have only done this once before, and she has no idea what his experience consists of, but as she hits her peak mere seconds before he does, gently coaxed over the edge, she can’t help but think some things are better the second time around.

“I love you.” It’s whispered against her neck as, once she cleans up and returns to bed, she settles herself against him.

“I love you too.”

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The first thing he thinks when he realizes that he’s not alone in bed is that HYDRA’s found him. He’s being activated. His eyes shoot open although apart from that he doesn’t move a muscle, and that’s when he recognizes the person next to him. It’s her. She’s here.

The events of last night come back to him all at once, and he feels a smile forming on his face. It’s been a while, and in any case, it would be wrong to run a comparison, but what they shared, the pure intimacy of it both physically and mentally was incredible. Maybe he should feel a sense of shame. That’s what he was taught growing up. But instead he feels… peaceful.

That is, until her eyelids flutter and she rolls over, shifting the covers so that he gets a good view of her still naked body, and with it, the bruises on her thighs and hips. Bruises unmistakably left by his fingers. Dammit. He’s done the last thing he ever wanted to do: he’s hurt her.

“Good morning, sleepy head.” She yawns, the teasing words muffled. “It seems like we overslept.”

His mouth goes dry, and all he can manage to choke out is a simple, “Yeah.”

She frowns, sitting up slightly, and lets out a small groan. “You alright there, Bucky? You look a little off.” The late morning light only serves to highlight more marks he’s left, this time on her shoulders, neck, and breasts. Stubble burn. Hickeys. Why the hell was he so rough? At the time, he thought he was being gentle, but obviously he’s just as much of a monster as Bucky Barnes as he is once the Winter Soldier takes over.

She’s still staring at him, brow furrowing in concern.

“Fine.” He clears his throat and begins to sit up. “Stay here. I’ll make you a cup of tea, maybe some oatmeal.”

“Alright. Don’t be gone too long.”

Her words follow him out of the room, and into the kitchen. Fuck. He should’ve known better.

Maybe once upon a time, he was a decent man, one who could be with a woman like her and not do her a disservice. But now, it’s clear that he falls short in every way. In an act that was supposed to be pure pleasure, a way of communicating how much they mean to each other, he’s hurt her.

“I trust you.” The words from last night ring in his ears. He shouldn’t have let her. It’s pretty damn obvious that, even at the best of times, he can’t be trusted.

“Tell me what’s going on.” Even with his enhanced senses, he still jumps in surprise as the unexpected words come from behind him. He turns around slowly, not wanting to startle her. She’s standing there, clad in only one of his shirts, arms crossed over her chest (now bearing his marks), staring him down.

“Nothing.” He shakes his head.

“Bullshit. I had a vision of you staring off into space, and here you are, jumpy as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.” At another time, her choice in phrases would make him chuckle, but right now, he can’t muster it.

“Last night-” Her eyes widen, but she stays silent. “I hurt you.”

“No, you didn’t. Not at all.”

“I did.”

She frowns. “Bucky, I think I’d know if you’d hurt me, and I’m telling you, I’m fine.”

“Doll, look at yourself!” He reaches out to take her arm, but immediately freezes. “Go in the bathroom and take off your shirt. Take a good look in the mirror and then tell me I didn’t hurt you.”

“Alright.” Her jaw clenches, and she marches off in the direction of the bathroom. A deep sickness gnaws at the pit of his stomach and, completely worn out, he sinks into a kitchen chair.

Not thirty seconds pass before she walks back into the room, this time completely undressed.

“Tell me you’re not talking about a few love bites.”

“And bruises! You may not have noticed, but they’re in the exact shape of my fingertips.”

“Oh my god!” She shakes her head. “It’s a sex injury. A minor one at that! If you didn’t heal so damn fast, you’d probably have nail marks all over your back!”

“That’s not the same thing.”

“How is it not the same thing?”

“I’m a monster! And you’re not.”

She takes a determined step towards him, and he leans as far back as the chair will allow.

“Bucky, you are not a monster, and I am not afraid of you.”

“Then you’re stupid.” He hates himself for his sharp words, but she needs to take this seriously. Underestimating how dark, how evil he can be, is a mistake. A deadly one.

“Hey!”

“Don’t you get it?” Without any input from his brain, he stands. “They could find me, and with a few words, I could stare you dead in the eyes as I murdered you! If you were my mission, I wouldn’t even hesitate, and you’d be dead before your body hit the floor!” Her mouth falls open, but she immediately closes it again. “This isn’t something that can be worked through with some patience and a positive attitude! I could kill you!”

“So could a million other things!” Her voice rises in volume, and before he can contain it-

“But they’re not in the bed sleeping next to you!” He’s shouting at her. God. Everyone is right. He’s beyond saving.

A few tense seconds pass before she looks up at him, a steely look in her eyes.

“Look, I get it. I know what you could do to me.” As she speaks, she pulls out a chair and sits. “But I could also get run over when I cross the road, or the room could fill with carbon monoxide while I sleep. I could have an aneurysm and drop before anyone knows what’s happening.”

He opens his mouth to tell her the likelihood of any of those things happening is far lower than the chance that he’ll hurt her, this time in a major way, but she holds up a hand, silencing him.

“I’m gonna be cautious, but I’m also not going to live my life in fear that the ceiling is going to collapse or nuclear war is going to strike, or that someone is gonna turn up and say the magic words that make you go cuckoo for cocoa puffs-” What? “-and I just realized you’re too old for that reference.”

“That’s another thing-” He’s about to remind her exactly how big their age gap is, that although he’s physically close to her age, chronologically, he’s closer to the age of her great grandfather, but she lets out a sudden groan of frustration, and that makes him bite his tongue.

“Oh, fuck off, Barnes! If you’re about to start in on how you’re too old for me, then I’m not gonna wait for you to go full Winter Soldier before I kick your ass!” Out of all things, that’s what snaps him out of it, makes him feel like maybe, just maybe, there’s still a chance they can make the best of things.

Smirking, he asks her,

“You think you could kick my ass? Really?” It must be the breaking point for her too, because she snickers.

“Of course. It’s the little bitches you have to watch out for.” That’s it, he’s laughing, nearly doubled over, and from the looks of things, she’s in much the same state.

“You’re something else, you know that?” He asks between stilted breaths.

“I think we both fit in that category, Pal.” Her smile fades, but only slightly. “Bucky, if you really want me to go, if that’s what’ll give you peace, then I’ll do it, but I meant what I said. I trust you.” Never. He’ll never want her to go, he’s sure of it. Well then, that only leaves one option.

“I know what we’re doing today.” It’s an abrupt segue, but it’s the only thing he could come up with on short notice.

“And what’s that?” The microwave dings, reminding him that he needs to stir the oatmeal, and he pushes past her.

“Sit down and have your tea. You’re going to need all your energy if I’m gonna show you how to use a gun.” If she’s staying, then at least he can teach her how to defend herself beyond the basics she already knows.

“So I guess this means you’re keeping me around for a little while longer?” It’s spoken like a joke, but he turns to her, meeting her eyes to drive the point home.

“Yeah, Doll. As long as you want me."

#marvel #captain america #the winter soldier #bucky fanfic #fanfiction #bucky barnes x ofc #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes #pre civil war

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Chapter Three: Attack On Trost

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You reminisce your old passions and dreams when you meet an old friend–but the peace quickly ends.

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Connie Springer’s entire family is quite alive.

You learned this unexpectedly when you were working on your assigned duties of the day. Every new graduate was taken to Trost to ‘celebrate’ their new found ‘freedom.’ The new cadets were to do the dirty work for the next three days while assignments were being made.

In Trost, assigned with five others you didn’t even know the names of, you were on the ground transporting wagons of dry solider feed and blades to the supply center, or, for Garrison soldiers, headquarters.

You wouldn’t have had any qualms with this job. It was nice to be outside among actual people, breathing fresh air. Trost is a little bubble village along the southern mouth of Wall Sina. Since the breach five years ago, Wall Sina served as the only defense against the titan beyond. Everything beyond it, including your old home, would now be ridden with them.

You’d half hoped you’d be assigned to the suppliers along the top of wall. Not because you wanted to see Titans, but because you would have wanted to look out to the vast fields that you had once lived amongst. But Shingashina wouldn’t be at all visible to your naked eye, not even from the highest point of the world. The idea that you’d never again see Shingashina did hurt your heart more than you cared to admit.

But that pain was naught compared to that which you felt when you watched Connie Springer, a younger boy apart of your corps, become embraced by a group of people you could only presume to be his family. A woman had him wrapped in a motherly embrace.

He looked entirely surprised, and while he acted embarrassed, you could see in his body language that he was over the moon with joy. Who wouldn’t be?

After over a year of spending time sharing showers in the community sauna with the other cadets that regularly kicked your ass, being with your family is much like being in Heaven.

Your stomach ached as you turned back to your duties. You lifted bags of wheat and grain to the carts that would soon be taking off for HQ. You realized through the blurred vision of tears and sunshine that you were trembling all the way down to your knees.

Now more than ever, you wish desperately for Annacka. Even just a letter from her in her swirly script would be enough. You half hope that she’s lingering somewhere, trying to catch a glimpse of you so she could make her grand, surprise visit. Maybe at any moment little Freda would attach herself to your legs, crying your name with that angelic lilt the way she used to.

You wiped your eyes quickly with the back of your jacket sleeve. The scratchy material was clearly made to protect a body, and not to soothe one’s skin.

You and the rest of your squad seemed to notice the surplus of family members gathering about the village center. It is the village center, but you can’t help yourself from getting annoyed. How could they just stand around and watch you all work? They were mostly in the way.

With some annoyance gathering as a scoff in your throat, you hoisted a large sack of dry feed over your shoulder. As you walked to the transport wagon about a yard away, you were suddenly stopped by a person.

You tried to keep yourself from expressing your discomfort as you averted your eyes. You walked around her, but she stepped in front of you again.

You couldn’t avoid her any longer, so you dropped the dry feed from your shoulder into your arms, holding it like an oversized baby.

“You’re Y/n L/n!” The young woman gasped. Her eyes were wide as plates, and they stared at you with such confidence and familiarity that you were a little bit frightened.

“I don’t know you,” you tell her cautiously.

Her ginger lashes fluttered like butterflies as her bow of a mouth shaped into a thin smile. “My name is Fable Rippley. We grew up at the orphan house together.”

The dry feed slipped out of your arms, falling by your feet with a thump.

“My god,” you say. “You’re so tall now!”

Fable Rippley held her freckle arms open for a hug.

Though you recognized her, and were of course happy to see her, you hesitated to accept her hug.

As her arms wrapped around you, you felt how bony and thin she was. You lightly touched her back with your hand, using the bare minimum of a hug to get by.

“I had no idea you—!” She exclaimed, but she quickly pressed her lips flat. “The other girls never responded to my letters. Eventually they were being returned, so...”

"So you figured that I had died,” you assumed for her.

Her thin mouth smashed into a pale line. “I did,” she admitted, the words sounding as though they were being ground from her throat. “I always felt as though it should have been me rather than the others,” Fable continued on a trail of thought.

“That’s not your fault,” you note to the tall girl. “It’s a blessing that you were adopted when you were. How old were you then?”

“I was ten,” she said with a faint lilt of happiness as she recalled the simpler times. “I’m sixteen, now. My birthday’s just passed.”

“Happy birthday,” you tell her with a half of a smile. “What brings you to Trost?”

“I am only visiting. My parents have relatives who’ve just had a child. The little boy survived, and so we are all shopping the market to celebrate.”

“Oh,” you said. You didn’t know how you were supposed to respond to such a broad statement. ‘Glad the kiddo didn’t die,’ you could say, but she might not appreciate such humor.

“I’m so, so happy to see you,” Fable suddenly burst out. “I never thought that I could see anyone from my past ever again. And to see you, now, to see that you’ve gotten so much older...it makes me so painfully happy that you could carry on the legacies of our sisters.”

Fable’s sudden outpour of emotion struck you like a bolt of lightning.

The blood rushed to your face as you looked up at the taller girl with a feeling of queasy-ness crossed with embarrassment. “I suppose so?” you worded very carefully.

Fable just chuckled-a light little noise like that of a pixie.

“We all loved you so much. That’s what I mean. The other little girls bickered for your attention, and somehow, you managed to spend quality time with all of them. All of us. Do you remember the shoe shine box? Oh, it was that special box with the expensive balms to treat leather. And one Yule, every girl got her own pair of real leather Mary-Janes. There was only one shoe shining box to go around. You found a way to split the balms amongst all thirty girls and even yourself! You were a sister to us. Even a mother to the littler girl, what was her name...Freda? Yes, yes, Freda. Oh that child clung to you or to Annacka, and she wouldn’t accept anyone else. Don’t you remember the time when-”

Fable’s voice had risen to a giggle, but she cut herself off shortly when she took a stern frown to her mouth and examined your face.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly.

Tears poured down your face like damn waterfalls, and you couldn’t get it to stop. You did remember the shoe shin box. You remembered trying to use it so sparingly between all the children. You remembered panicking when the balm ran out and scrounging together all of your spare change to buy more.

You even remembered having none left over for yourself.

And you did remember little Freda. Her shoes were purchased many sizes to big so that she could grow into them. She sat on your lap at the tender age of three, swinging her legs as she didn’t pay attention to your lecture on how to care for leather.

She wanted to wear them as soon as you were done, and vehemently insisted the shoes would fit miraculously when you informed her they wouldn’t. She had to take such careful little steps around the place so she wouldn’t trip or fall.

“I shouldn’t have mentioned her at all,” Fable murmured. “Or any of them.”

You wiped your eyes with the mounts of Venus, shaking your head negatively. “Freda didn’t die that day,” you said, your voice sounding dreadfully thick with sorrow. “Freda is very much alive. She lives with Annacka now. Annacka, Freda, and I, we were the only survivors from the orphanage. And also you. Annacka is her mother. I doubt Freda remembers me at all.”

“How couldn’t she?” Fable asked. “You were such an important part of the house to all of us girls. It’s strange...strange to think that you were only fifteen, then. You gave up your childhood to help raise children. And now you’re a solider!”

You stifled an informal chuckle. “That’s one way to look at it,” you agreed.

“You know,” Fable said with a eye crinkling grin, “I remember how badly you wanted to be a doctor.”

The words made your heart flutter. “You do?”

“How couldn’t I?” Fable laughed. “You were always talking about the hospital in Calaneth. You wanted to go so badly to be a nurse. Somehow, being a solider suits you more...”

Fable drew you in close for another tight hug. Her boney arms were strong, and her finger tips may have even bruised your back, but her embrace was the most comforting.

“I should find my family now,” Fable said with a shy gleam in her eyes. “I live in Fairkelt. It’s a little village near Stohess. I’d like to write to you.”

“Then I will write to you,” you assured her.

“Amazing! I live in Fairkelt,” she repeated. “But I guess you could just mail the letters to Stohess. The disctrict’s messenger can bring the letters out to our farm. But, you could just label it to Fairkelt if you’d like that more. I really don’t mind. But what do you think would work better? Maybe a letter to Stohess, marked with a note to deliver to Fable Rippley, would be more clear and concise. It couldn’t get lost that way.”

She titrated on with her childish charm and rant.

“I’ll write two,” you amused yourself. “Both letters couldn’t get lost, could they?”

Fable went red in the face as she laughed. “I’m sorry for ranting on. You have duties to attend. I’m so happy we’ve bumped into one another. I’ll look out for your letter.”

As Fable skipped away, further into the marketplace of Trost, you looked after her, her red hair swinging back and forth like a lick of fire in the air. She was white as a ghost. She must never get any sun, you think as you bend down to retrieve the dry feed you’d dropped earlier.

Fairkelt, just off of Stohess. The mental image of the map in mind led you to pinpoint Fairkelt somewhere along the forest. Perhaps she lived in a secluded little cottage under the shaded canopy of trees.

You carried the feed to the heavy carts mounted to four large horses.

The Garrison solider that supervised your squad chastised you as you set the sack down. “I ought to write you up for idle chatter while on duty.”

You tucked your chin downward. “Apologies, sir,” you echoed the template you’d been so dutifully taught by Sadies.

He seemed to considered saying something else; another set of lecturing words, perhaps, but he didn’t. He waved you to continue.

You and your squad continued the painful march back and forth, over the same dirt and stones of the two 1/2 yards.

“Why can’t the damn wagons be closer together?” a girl of your squad grumbled.

“Maybe cos thee Garrison don’t wan’ no pussies in thur ranks,” someone retorted.

The girl mocked his words in the same thick accent he spoke with. “Wut makes yu think the Garrison gun wan a dumbo like yu?” she fired back, her hands on her hips.

Well maybe Fable just doesn’t get outside much, you were thinking again of her wispy white skin, as if she were a ghost.

You’d read a wonderful story, though long ago, about a ghost coming to warn the village of a coming attack. The attack came every century on the same night, and only one boy in the whole village believed the ghost.

Wouldn’t that be exciting?

To know a ghost? To be that bridge of life for them?

Oh, but how painful it must be for ghosts, for they can watch forever what they can never have.

You hoisted another sack of dry feed over your shoulder. Turning on the balls of your feet, you looked at the full wagon that would be making it’s way to the Garrison’s supply center. Your final bag would be it.

The sun blazed down across you, the heat beating past the thick material of your uniformed jacket.

You tossed the final sack of dry meal onto the wagon, and your squad cheered at the sight of their chore being completed.

“So we get to see the center now, right?” one of the girls from your squad politely asked the supervisor. He gave her a stern look over his thin glasses.

“Yes,” he said, finally.

You collapsed against the side of the cart as your squad cheered. You could feel the sweat that saturated you underneath your clothes and uniform.

The leather straps and belts seemed to slide around easier than they had this morning, which made you feel better. The harness usually made you feel bloated. But with all the sweat, you were like butter on a hot griddle.

You looked down at your own knees. Sweat stains formed at the joints of your white pants.

You began to shrug out of your jacket when, all too suddenly, a group of cats ran past you.

It was a strange sight, to be sure, for these cats did not only run-they sprinted. They went bolting as if they were hiding for their lives. You looked after them, counting them each in your head.

One...two...three...f-

The CRACK of the thunder quaked through the earth you stood upon, jolting even the wagon. There had been a brief, brief flash of light, one that you doubted you’d even seen.

The entire village came to a standstill. People muttered, asked questions, looked about for signs of storms. But you just looked after that group of alleycats whose tails were upright and haunches were breaking past their fur.

The sweat dribbled down your neck as you spun around to look up in the air, which itself had a fresh smell of smoke. The sort of smoke that was layered with hot, raw meat. The scent made your eyes water. You looked to the sky. It’s emptiness filled your stomach with violent anxiety and just when you’d began to comprehend what was happening, the screaming started.

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davidxhall · 2 years ago

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A game of truth and dare that ended with a rather entertaining – and honestly expected – dare in a place like that. David should be surprised at it but frankly? Considering where they were, the only shocking thing was that the dare didn’t involve the other man dropping on his knees to suck someone off or grab the first stranger he came across and took him to his bedroom. Again, he wasn’t exactly innocent when it came to having sex with men and he definitely had a little kinky side of his own but that didn’t mean he would openly pursue something along those lines without having a reason to do so. Everyone could fuck everyone there. All they needed was opportunity and a partner. And right now, with both of them sitting at the center of the Grotto and one of them playing with himself… it would appear that all that was needed was indeed a partner. “I suppose I can get behind the whole scenario here. The little show you’re putting on – whatever the endgame may be.” A gentle laugh rolled from David’s lips at the little comment regarding the whole hand-shaking thing and all he could do was nod – completely understanding why they wouldn’t do that just yet. Also, it would be kind of awkward to just shake hands with a guy that he was watching jerk off. There were plenty of other options for them to properly introduce themselves. And as far as first introductions and impressions went? This one would surely be one for the ages. How many times has he stroked a conversation with a guy that was just casually masturbating by his side? Stuff like that usually happened in saunas and there was usually no talking involved. Just a head between someone’s legs and the rest was absolute history. “It’s a tad early to come up with a nickname to stroke your ego a little bit more but I’ll be sure to come up with something in due time. I mean, I do have your permission to come up with a nickname that would please you.”

At Renan’s mention to scoot closer, David considered his options for a moment or two, deciding to slide closer to the other man just in time to see him pull down his underwear and finally reveal what he was keeping hidden underneath it all. Boy… that was quite a stunning view. David’s eyes lingered for a moment, admiring the size and shape of Renan’s erection while hearing all the things that he wish they could be doing right now. To be touched, to have hands all over him, to feel some degree of contact with someone else. All things that David knew too well how they felt – and how badly one could crave for them. “Oh, I’m not worried about your friends. Not one bit.” Co-star or just a random viewer. That was the decision Dave had to do and he opted for the first as he moved one hand to cover Renan’s, slowly assisting the other man in his pursuit for pleasure. “Since I wasn’t playing the game, I might limit my interactions a little bit.” Yes, he did love sex as much as the next guy but he wasn’t going to just go for it for the sake of getting his rocks off. “You wanted to be touched, right?” He leaned closer, his lips curling into the most innocent smile he could bring out – one actually without ill intentions. “Then I can touch you. Offer you a helping hand at the very least. I mean… like you said, you don’t really know the logistics of the whole dare, so maybe a hand would do the trick.”

“Do you consider this a loss?” He asked, another soft moan escaping as he just couldn’t help himself, he was a total slut when it came to getting himself off (though it was always so much more fun when others were the ones doing it). “Truth or dare, actually,” at least so the other knew that he hadn’t lost a bet, not that he even considered this to be that much of a loss. He was getting off, enjoying the grotto, and now he had a gorgeous man sitting beside him just out of arms reach. That was definitely a win as far as Renan was concerned. He found it adorable though, the way this man so casually worked up a conversation while Renan was mid jerking off, but if that’s what he wanted then of course Renan would oblige and answer. “Never really got the logistics of it,” he breathed out slowly, “was just told to put on a show, figured the rest was left up to me.” Whether it was just putting on a show personally, or inviting someone else to go all the way, or whatever would come - quite literally - as long as he entertained those around him he would feel he did well.

When the other introduced himself Renan couldn’t help but grin, “Dave,” Renan would jump right towards the friendlier of the two names, considering he was watching him jerk off right now he figured it was only right. “It’s a pleasure,” he smirked, quite literally at this point, “I’d shake your hand but I’m kind of busy,” he teased, unable to keep from chuckling as he figured he might as well introduce himself since he’d very soon have his cock on full display infront of the other man. “Renan, but I do love a good pet name,” obviously they were not at that point to give each other pet names, but Renan would coo like a damn dove no matter what he was called so long as it wasn’t derogatory. As the other weighed his options, being that he could join him, or perhaps even…well did he just put the ball into Renan’s court? “Oh, darling, I always want co-stars,” he smirked as he motioned with his free hand for the man to come closer, “you’re far too distant,” he told him, hoping that the other would move freely without Renan having to beg for it.

“Want to know what gets me off the most David, er, Dave-“ he smirked as he leaned a little closer to the other, “having someone’s hands all over me, I’m a slut for touches, so the fact that you’re sitting there, gorgeous as all get out, and your hands aren’t on me yet? What’s a guy got to do to get some attention?” He pouted, though the briefs became too much for him as he gave them a simple tug to free his erection, able to stroke it to the best of his abilities now. He did so slowly though, cock now on full display for not just Dave, but also everyone around the Grotto that looked over. “Don’t be shy,” he whispered, “I don’t bite…unless you’re into that sort of thing,” he flashed his teeth with a teasing little chomp, “god you’re gorgeous…”. Renan couldn’t help himself, no longer needing a fantasy as he had one sitting here beside him now. “Forget about those guys, keep your focus on me, and only me…right now we’re all that matter, so what’ll it be, Dave?”

#( location: the grotto )#renanxcarvalho

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nightklok · 4 years ago

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Why hello it's time for me to be a nuisance and post my detailed Picklegail manifesto after a year of keeping this hidden underground, now it will be raised upground as part of my revenge plan-Under the cut is how I would've wanted their relationship to progress throughout the series-I converted a twitter thread i had into something readable so apologies if some things still don't make sense sdflkj

I like the challenge of trying to keep key elements of the show the same so Abigail won't be introduced until season 4 because I am like this. However, she would be mentioned in passing throughout the series by Pickles. The scene where Nathan mentions wanting to be a regular jackoff in Dethdoubles would probably have a few more lines by Pickles about 'settling down with that nice person you still think about' though the rest of the guys would think it's weird to think that. This would officially start in Snakes N' Barrels Part 2, the scene where Pickles began describing LA.

"Oh yeah, here's where I hosted my first concert in this small club. Got to meet a lot of fans and stuff. Especially this one girl, shit, wonder where she's at now."

This would also kinda explain why Pickles never even seemed to show interest in finding romantic partners throughout the series; almost everyone had an episode where they had a crush on someone even if it never went anywhere in the end. Pickles just never bothered dating because he knew that finding someone genuine as a celebrity was tough and he knew he wouldn't be connected as well as he did with that girl he met back in the 80s. There might also be a scene in Rehabklok where the doctors mention 'letting go of the past', which could also mean both letting go of his trauma from his family and letting go of the idea that he will get the relationship he really missed.

Season 4 comes around and now they all meet. Nathan notices how Pickles looked at Abigail like you would with trying to figure out if you recognize someone.

Nathan: "oh hey was she the chick you went out with back in the 80s?" Pickles: "Ehhh I dunno she is familiar though"

Will it get addressed by the characters? Probably not. Will it instead be painfully dragged out long because the readers will know? Yes, as per the MTL way :D

The two do eventually get some alone time. Abigail interacts with Nathan, Skwisgaar, and him one on one since they're the brains of the band and she wants to get through to them to help get progress on the album. Pickles and Abigail would get more one-on-one time; he especially becomes her translator when it comes to trying to understand what the boys are talking about when brainstorming.

They end up warming up to each other, making jokes, and probably the first time they really did comfy with each other was when Abigail asked Pickles to read the sheet music and he says seriously “I can’t read music”. she laughs thinking it’s a joke (he’s really not)

Abigail: “You know, I met someone back in the 80s who wanted to be a musician but didn’t know how to read music.”

Pickles: “Really? That’s crazy haha wonder if I met em too”

(this is in fact to piss readers off. There will be more dialogue to describe how oblivious the two really are.)

In the background of this, Nathan would be trying to impress Abigail. Her mistake would be beating around the bush instead of telling him upfront, causing very minor miscommunication.

But overall, the progress in the album is coming faster than ever thanks to Abigail's efforts. Though once again Nathan gets the dreams telling him the album isn't ready.

Pickles and Abigail pull an all-nighter to finish one of the last tracks. They get to talking a lot more about their personal lives, finding themselves having quite a bit in common. Abigail mentions meeting a singer back in the 80s who had inspired her to take up music production. After all, it would've been very hard for her to go to college at the time but the man had his own secrets too (being LGBT+ in the 80s) and he somehow managed to be successful. They don't kiss despite the tension but they do fall asleep on the couch together. Nathan sneaks into the recording studio while they're asleep and assumes they're dating which made him quickly back off on trying to flirt with Abigail. It would also make Nathan feel guilty as he realizes that Pickles is still mad at him if he won't tell him about his relationship. However, he wasn't there for that.

He catches the glow of the monitor and sees the album is almost finished. It isn't ready. He quietly attempts to delete it but the light of the monitor changing for him to delete the files slowly wakes Pickles up. He is groggy but then he realizes what's going on and attempts to stop Nathan but once again he's too late.

Abigail wakes up and quickly snaps out of her grogginess when Pickles explains frantically what happened. They both yell at Nathan for destroying their months of progress but Nathan only says, “it’s not ready. We need a better album. Trust me.” But since he doesn’t give a thorough explanation it’s hard to trust him.

Now is Going Downklok. They are in the submarine, Nathan is trying to fix things between him and Pickles but Pickles won’t have it. So he decides instead to let Abigail and him have as much free time as possible.

Nathan just talks about how great Pickles is to Abigail, accidentally dropping hints that she may have known him as the guy from before. And he does the same to pickles though he doesn’t talk to him much anymore and ignores him.

Pickles and Abigail are once again alone at the recording studio, both ranting their frustrations over working with the album once again. Eventually, it carried over to their own personal lives. And finally, they have the braincells to realize that maybe they did meet so many years ago. The room is so stuffy it feels like a sauna and only adds to the growing tension between. It only increased when they tried to leave the studio to remain as professional as possible but one of them instead locks the door. They both end up making out and eventually having sex in the recording studio.

Years of pent-up frustration, loneliness, and overall everything that had led up to the moment washed over. They decide to keep a secret relationship afterward because even though they did find each other, much like in the past, they found each other at the wrong time.

The dinner scene comes up. The two sit feet apart just to make sure no one would be suspicious. Nathan is at his height of frustration because he knows he had to delete the album but everyone is mad at him. He gets a little too drunk, and like the friend he is, outs their Relationship like a drunken wedding speech. Pickles quickly refutes that, instead he screamed at him over broken trust, deleting the second album that Charles had made sure the public wasn't aware and finally decided to quit the band. The news spreads like wildfire.

Abigail is quickly put to blame however it lasted very short since there became other conspiracies surrounding it. Nathan did say quite a lot after all to the point where it’s clear Abigail wasn’t part of the equation. But of course, some people blame her still and she decides to lay low. Pickles has to deal with his own consequences too so he decides to stay at her parents’ place with her as they wait for the news to blow over. While he’s happy to finally be with her, he does miss music terribly. Specifically, he misses playing with Dethklok.

She reminds him he can always talk to Nathan to sort things out but he knows Nathan isn't the type to apologize. The day of the concert comes, things happen as expected in the show. He doesn’t come home because they are in the submarine and he has to explain everything to her through a phone call where he’s beginning to break down, saying he has a terrible feeling that things will never be the same. She tries to calm him down but given how Selacia’s appearance is all over the news, she has the same feeling. They reunite briefly before the funeral.

I haven’t decided on the official ending so here’s ending one:

Toki offers to give up his seat so Pickles can sit next to her. He accepts as he doesn’t want to sit anywhere near Nathan. Magnus seems bothered but doesn’t say anything. There would be a funny scene of them just recreating 'Hello Magnus' 'Hello Pickles' once again.

But Magnus' tension quickly dies down when he hears them whisper to each other. He sees them hold hands discreetly and relaxes.

Magnus: "So I see the rumors are true between you two?"

Pickles: "I-yeah. What are you gonna fuckin' do about it?"

Magnus: "Nah, nothing. Just happy for you, is all."

Magnus does gain Pickles' trust enough to let his guard down by just sharing small talk. When the service begins, MMA texts Magnus over why Toki is sitting so far and how the plan is ruined. Magnus is hesitant to respond for a few moments (regret over what's to come, perhaps?) but he goes through and texts back that there is a change of plans but this plan would be better.

Well, couples would do anything to make sure the other is safe in such extreme circumstances.This plan could be much better, after all.

Ending two: pretty much exactly as canon. Pickles probably a lot more emotional- The end :D

#metalocalypse #pickles the drummer #abigail remeltindtdrinc #picklegail #my writing #I am surprised i managed to get this down #was it wise to post this when the big talk is the movie?#maybe but its part of the plan I think fskjl #gonna @ this to brendon small as my cover letter to let me be a writer just wait fdjld

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valkyrieofsmut · 4 years ago

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Hi! I just wanted to tell you that I really love your story!

Also, how would the skeleton boys react to their S/o flirting with someone else to get them jealous? Would They punish them? How?

(Could you make it a bit steamy?)

Hello! Thank you! I’m glad that you’re enjoying it!!! Steamy, huh? I think you’ve come to the right place... But I have trouble breathing in steam, so... *steps out of the sauna/ steam room* - lol

Alright, so, S/o and skeleboy are at some stupid party they had to go to for some reason or another, just another lame obligation to pass the time... They have a bar there, too! S/o goes up to it, feeling a bit down because their skeleboy seems to be ignoring them. After getting their drink ordered, S/o is standing politely, waiting for it, when a guy next to them starts chatting them up. He’s not pushy, but he is trying to get them to end the night with him. They’re about to tell him that they’re taken, when they notice their skeleton looking over at them, and chose their action. FLIRT.

Classic- He’s going to play it cool. He’ll come over and “check in”, see how his S/o is doing, but he’s onto the game. He’s going to show every flaw that the guy has. “wow, he really asked ya to come home with him already? does he think you’re easy or somethin’?” “nah, i’m fine, no more for me. i wouldn’t want to put the lives of those i love at risk just for another few fleeting moments of enjoyment.” The guy looks pretty bad at the end- and while he was a decent enough guy, he’s got a lot of flaws that show how shallow he actually is... And, while Classic might lean in close and tease how he knows what they’re doing and they’re going to get it when they get home, he may also lean, just so when he leans over to do that, his hand slipping down the band of their pants... his phalanges sneaking to stroke and rub over them, while he continues a conversation with the guy. “try not to make too much noise, huh, babe?”

Creampuff- JEALOUS? THE GREAT PAPYRUS DOESN NOT GET JEALOUS! Ok... Maybe A Little, But... NOT VERY OFTEN! Instead, he looks at this as an opportunity to make more friends! Many more friends... And if he takes the chance to sit next to his new friend, between him and his S/o, it’s nothing but a chance to sit next to him... nothing intimidating going on here...

Red- Whether or not he thinks he deserves them, he’s going to fight with everything he has to keep them. He’ll appear next to the two, sit down and drag his S/o onto his lap, one hand on their inner thigh, one on their ribs, holding them against him and nuzzling their neck, all while striking up a conversation with the guy. His S/o is about to be getting flustered beyond reason- not only because he’s going to be giving very public displays that they’re his. And they might not end with hands outside the clothing in non public places... or under clothing... I’m not saying that he’ll have his S/o spread on his lap and one hand groping their chest under their shirt, the other not so stealthily stroking them under the band of their pants if their shirt gives even a hint of coverage- oh wait... I might be saying that... And they’d better be trying to come quietly; they’re sitting at the bar, bar staff on one side, crowds of people on the same side as them... and he won’t let the guy leave the conversation. His S/o wants to play, he’ll play, but he’s not worried about getting caught, and by the time he’s done, he’s made it clear to everyone involved that the person in his lap belongs to him- only him.

Edge- His S/o won’t hear about it until later. He’ll act like it didn’t affect him. And then, they’ll get back to their room, and he’ll tie them. Not necessarily to anything, but they will be tied so they can’t escape. And then they will be punished. Spanked, over stimulated, denial, forced orgasms, riding crop... He’s going to be hard during most of the punishment, but getting face fucked while he’s lecturing them about remembering who they belong with will be a way they can help him with that. By the end they’ll be sore and dripping cum- not all the cum will be their own...

Blue- He honestly doesn’t understand how his S/o could feel like he was ignoring them enough to think they’d have to flirt with someone else to get his attention back... but he’ll be glad to show them otherwise. He looks so cute and innocent when he’s telling them that it’s been enough and it’s time to go; he’s thoroughly finished with this ridiculous party. When they get back to their room, he’s going to tie them up, they may be surprised to find themselves tied- maybe they were kissing and he handcuffed their hands while he had them distracted or something. Any way it happens, they’re tied up, now. He puts them on the bed and poses with a, “MWEH HEH HEH! NOW, DOVE, YOU’VE BEEN VERY BAD... AND IT’S TIME TO PUNISH YOU... DON’T WORRY, I’LL LET YOU FREE WHEN YOU’VE SEEN THE ERROR OF YOUR WAYS... MAYBE...” It’s going to be a loooong night...

Stretch- He’ll play it off like nothing’s going on, but then he’ll drape himself on them, resting his chin on their shoulder. “what’re ya up to, honey?” He’ll stay quiet the whole time, but his hands will be teasing, sliding up over their ribs, down over their hips, his skull nuzzling into their neck. When they get home, he’s going to have them all spread out on the bed, over them, making them feel good. Definitely teasing, asking while his mouth is busy down low, “think he can make ya feel this good?” He seems lazy, but he actually likes doing all the work in bed, and he’ll go until his S/o is sore. “ya sure ya want me to stop? i got more i can give ya... it’s here if ya want it.”

Black- Somehow, his S/o got far enough away from him to think that he’s not paying attention to them? Ha ha ha- not for long. Black is next to them and is poised to show them, his S/o and the guy hitting on them, how much better than this random guy he is. He’s going for his intelligence, and he’s going hard. Black is deceptively smart, and this guy is going to look like a moron when he’s done with him- not only that, just you wait ‘til he gets his S/o home. “DO YOU THINK HE’D BE ABLE TO DO THIS FOR YOU?” And then they’ll be fucked within an inch of their brain melting as he shows them that he is the only one they need, and that guy, who? they forgot what happened...

Mutt- He’s one to torment, and show off- remember, he likes public displays and claiming... {(this part started as a joke, but I put it in anyway lol) During the initial flirting, the next time they look at him, he’s spinning a suspiciously familiar pair of undies on his finger... and his S/o will realize that they somehow mysteriously lost any underwear they had on. Where’d he get it? “fooooound it.”} His S/o thinks they’re being so clever, trying to make him jealous? He saunters up to them, nuzzling in close and trailing his hands all over their bodies suggestively. “nyeh heh heh... this the one ya want ta watch us, darlin’? ya thinkin’ of askin’ ‘im ta come watch me fuck your sweet lil hole ‘til you’re moaning and begging for me ta fill ya?” Yes, that is loud enough that everyone can hear, and yes, they definitely hear. Also, yes, the guy is going to leave. Mutt is fine with that, though. He may also now be a new accessory, as he’s draped over their shoulders, often touching in borderline inappropriate for public ways. And when they get home? He’s going to make due on his promise to pound them until they forget anything but him.

Axe and Crooks/ Bun- Please don’t do that to these poor boys... These two have been through hell, and the thought that the one they love is flirting with anyone else, to make them jealous or not, will just make them feel inadequate- not to mention that if their S/o felt like they were being ignored, it was probably because these two were busy trying not to have some sort of attack, be it panic or anxiety; neither one of them are good in crowds, around large gatherings of people, around lots of noise- yeah. These two are more likely to be stuck to their S/o’s side like glue.

Dusty- oh. that so. He’s going straight for the ‘problem’; the guy hitting on his S/o. “ya think i’m gonna let ‘em go that easy? heh heh heheheheheheh... paps- stop, you’re gonna get me all excited and ya know how much they hate it when i kill in public- hehehehehehehe....” Yeah... that kinda backfired...

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human-hetalia-imagines · 4 years ago

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☆ Rules & Information ☆

This is a blog dedicated to doing imagines surrounding my original human au. Here’s a description for each character's place in the au and rules for requests — I’ll be adding more characters as I get more comfortable writing for them.

*I did change the names of some characters so that they would reflect the countries they come from

*Also: this shit long, so strap in and get ready

☆Rules for Imagines☆

I’ll do imagines, or a bullet point list of up to 6 characters at one time, or a written scenario for up to 3 characters

I’ll also do nyos and genderbends of each character (ngl, I simp after nyo!America), their placement in the au won't change.

I include South Italy and Prussia in the axis, and Canada in the Allies

I’ll write fluff, smut, angst, and everything in between

I absolutely won’t write: incest, explicit sexual assault or excessive gore

The only time I will do romantic/sexual imagines for the characters who canonically have the physical appearance of people under 18 is if you explicitly state that you want them aged up, or if the reader is also underage. If you request adult x minor, I will discard your ask & invert your rib cage.

☆Rules for Matchups☆

Before submitting, check if they’re open or not, they won’t always be due to not wanting my page cluttered with them

When requesting, include personality, interests, dislikes, any pets you have, fun facts about yourself, and possibly clothing style

Don’t bother to include physical features as those will not be taken into account when pairing you up with someone

Include whether you want the matchup to be romantic, platonic, or one of each

☆Character Au Placements☆

North America

America | Alfred Jones, age 19

A young man that's cheerful and strong, with a strong sense of justice. He often can't read situations and has a habit of ruining the mood, whatever mood that may be. While he’s usually labeled as “incompetent”, he’s attending college (or university, depending where you’re from) to obtain a bachelor's degree in aerospace engineering. He plays as the pitcher on his college’s baseball team, able to throw a devastating fastball. He lives in a two bedroom apartment with his twin brother, Matthew. He had a crush on Amelia Earhart when he was younger, and it’s something that Matthew teases him about on a weekly basis.

Canada | Matthew Williams, age 19

On the surface, he's an easygoing, softhearted and gentle young man, around his twin brother and close friends, however, he can be quite sassy, nearly bordering on rude on occasion. He's in his first year of college for a degree in statistics. For the college, he plays as the Center on the hockey team, where he lets out steam on his opponents. He has a pure white rag-doll cat named Kumajirou that follows him around his and Alfred's apartment. He curses regularly in french.

United Kingdom

England | Arthur Kirkland, age 23

He's either a quick-witted, sarcastic and stubborn man, or the paragon of a perfect gentleman. He enjoys reading, writing (although he doesn’t show anyone his stories), and embroidering. He’s gotten so skillful at it, that he has a well-traversed Etsy shop. He’s currently in his last year of getting his Postsecondary Education degree and a minor in linguistics. When he was a teenager, he was a delinquent, going to loud concerts, fighting, dyeing his hair wild colors, and smoking. While he says he’s over it, he still keeps various CDs of OK Go and The Rolling Stones, as well as band t-shirts. It’s something that his 3 older brothers refuse to let go of.

Baltic

Estonia | Eduard von Bock, Age 19

He's a graduated honors student who has avoided many problems with wit. Usually in front of people he acts calm, logical, and businessman-like, but in private he’s actually pretty chill, albeit a bit quiet. He’s awesome with technology, and works part-time at his college as an IT advisor while he studies to get his Quality Control & Safety Technologies degree.

Latvia | Raivis Galante, age 15

He’s a boy who has been through quite a bit, making him an introvert, easily intimidated, and kind of a crybaby. He’s in his first year of high school, but due to him having an anxiety disorder, he does it digitally. The only problem is that he strives to have friends who are close to him and care for him unconditionally. He secretly likes to read cutesy romance novels from the young adult section.

Lithuania | Toris Laurinaitis, age 19

He's a patient, shy, and gentle person who has the ability to become pretty serious when he needs to be. He works as a librarian assistant while he decides between a degree in social work or education. He, unfortunately, usually over-thinks his decisions too much, causing him to have anxiety attacks. When he’s not working, he’s typically just dragged around by his close friend, Feliks, but he has a good time nonetheless.

Nordic

Denmark | Mathias Køhler, age, 19

He’s a genuine sweetheart who often accidentally always yells. While he is kind, he’s also a bit thick-headed, although he always has the best of intentions. He considers himself to be very close to his friends, especially to Lukas, although the other man’s opinion on the matter is about the opposite. He attends college for a master’s degree in, surprisingly enough, Business Administration. When he isn’t studying, he enjoys clinging to his friends and drinking. He has the habit of playing online video games with Alfred and Gilbert for way too long at a given time. He also gets oddly competitive over his degree with Tino.

Finland | Tino Väinämöinen, Aged 20

He's a gentle, cheery young man with a tendency to like the more simplistic things in life. He seems very mature, yet can be childlike. He loves relaxing in saunas, especially with his close friends. He has a small Maltese pup named Hanatamago who attends dog shows. When he’s not attending dog shows, he does online college for a masters in Medical Assisting.

Iceland | Emil Steilsson, age 17

He’s a mysterious boy with a cool exterior and a hot interior, being a bit easy to provoke with teasing. His older half-brother often insists that he was ‘born in his emo phase’. He taught his pet puffin (geniously named Mr. Puffin) a lot of profanity in Icelandic, Norwegian, and English. He attends high school, which he is absolutely over. On a side note, even though Lukas is his half-brother, he often refuses to have any connection to him whatsoever in public.

Norway | Lukas Bondevik , age 18

He is, like his half-brother, very introverted. However, he is considerably more cold to strangers, but to his close friends, he can (sometimes) be very sweet. He just recently finished highschool, but intends on going straight into college for an Applied Data Science degree. He practices Modern Paganism, or Wicca, as his religion.

Sweden | Berwald Oxenstierna, Aged 21

He’s a guy with an intimidating air who doesn’t talk much. On the inside he’s playful, but it doesn’t show at all and he just seems intimidating. He works as a carpenter after he went to a trade high school, a job that he greatly enjoys. Other than that, he likes decorative arts and being a part of debates on his free time. While he can create furniture out of wood scraps without any blueprints, he can’t put together IKEA furniture to save his life.

Eastern Europe

Belarus | Natalia Arlovskaya, age 19

While she can be extremely possessive over her older brother and sister, she means well. She openly looks up to both of them, as they are the only two people in her life that have remained constants. She lives with both of them in a house and works part-time at her sister’s flower shop. She’s also a part-time online student with a pursuit of a criminology degree.

Russia | Ivan Braginski, age 21

He has the simplicity of a country bumpkin, an easy-going personality, and the cruelty of a child, all mixed together. Coupled with his personality traits and the fact that he’s well over 6 feet tall, he constantly (and accidentally) gives off an intimidating air. He attends college for a Avionics Technology bachelor's degree. Deep down, he’s incredibly passionate about ballet, more specifically Russian ballet, his favorite being Don Quixote, with Sleeping Beauty as a close second.

Ukraine | Katyusha Braginskaya, age 24

Ivan and Natalia’s older sister who always recklessly gets dragged into their messes. She's an absolute sweetheart who strives to make the people around her happy, even at her own expense. She can be very emotional. She owns a flower shop where she let’s her younger siblings work part-time while they go to school.

Central Europe

Germany | Ludwig Beilschmidt, age 20

He's a young man with an overly serious personality and a pessimistic nature. He's very by-the-book and has a pet peeve for a lack of cleanliness. He attends college for mechanical engineering and dorms with Feliciano and Kiku. His older brother, Gilbert, regularly breaks in and hangs out with them. His hobbies are reading, making sweets and taking walks with his dogs (that live with Gilbert). He’s in a garage band with the three aforementioned guys. He does, however, want to be a soldier like the other members in his family. Unfortunately, due to an injury to his leg that he sustained as a kid, he can’t.

Hungary | Elizabeta Héderváry, age 26

She’s a sweet, reliable woman with a bit of a boyish streak. For a career, she works doing maintenance on a farm that belongs to a close friend, Basch (Switzerland). In her free time, she likes riding horses, going hiking and practicing instruments, one of which is the tekerőlant. She has a young child, Julian (Kugelmugel), from a previous relationship with her ex fiance, Roderich (Austria). Thankfully, things are civil between the two.

Liechtenstein | Lili Zwingli, age 15

She’s the darling, adoptive younger sister of Basch (Switzerland). She has a big heart and helps out on her brother’s farm wherever she can, and because she spends so much time on the farm, she’s gotten decently close to Elizabeta. She enjoys feeding, brushing, and cuddling her two angora rabbits on her free time, as well as knitting. Sometimes she’ll submit her bunnies to be participants in rabbit shows (Cocoa has 1 and Cinna-bun has 3).

Poland | Feliks Łukasiewicz, age 19

He has a fierce anxiety towards strangers, and upon a first meeting, he'll act very shy. Once he gets used to someone, he'll act goofy and a bit childish, clinging onto his closest friends. He attends college for a degree in fashion design and marketing. He is also very opinionated. He often drags his friends to Francis’ patisserie for cute aesthetic pictures.

Prussia | Gilbert Beilschmidt, age 24

He comes off as rude, loud and self-centered, but he’s actually incredibly sweet and loyal almost to a fault. He’s catholic and takes his religion seriously to the point of keeping a cross necklace with him nearly all the time. While he wanted to join the army like the rest of his family, his albinism keeps him from being able to. Because of this, many members of the family see him as the Family Disappointment™, causing a strain between him and them. Unrelated, but when Ludwig lived with him, he caught Gilbert trying to play all three parts of Suite en trio, Op. 59: I. Serenade by himself with all three instruments at 2 in the morning.

Switzerland | Basch Zwingli, age 25

He’s an intimidating man with a soft heart. He owns a farm that has been in his family for generations, and it’s a job that he’s greatly proud of and fiercely protective over. He has technically adopted Lili as a daughter, but they both view each other as siblings. Regardless, Francis has still referred to him as a DILF before. He doesn’t understand what it means, and Elizabeta has assured him that he doesn't want to. On a more pure note, he enjoys attending rabbit shows whenever there’s any in the area, and has encouraged Lili to participate in them with hers.

Africa

Seychelles | Veronique Bonnefoy, age 17

She’s a southern country girl with a big heart. She's a bit sloppy and has the tendency to laze around when the weather gets warmer. She often laments over her being lonely to her friends, especially to Alfred and Matthew. She enjoys cooking, singing, and dancing. She takes after her brother figure (technically adoptive father), Francis, being a bit of a romantic herself. She’s in her senior year of high school, and is excited to be done with it. Once she ate pizza rolls in front of Francis and he almost cried.

Asia

China | Yao Wang, age 19

He’s a (mostly) easy-going person, if not a bit of a hermit. He works as a waiter currently, but attends several courses in hopes of getting his food-handlers permit to, one day, open his own authentic Chinese food restaurant. He lives with his 5 other siblings, all of which jokingly refer to him as “grandpa” due to how often he complains about back pain and makes acupuncture appointments every 2 weeks. When his 6th sibling, Kiku, moved out for college, he was pretty salty. In his free time, he mostly plays Mahjong the practices the Érhù. He’s unabashedly likes and collects cute things such as small charms and plushies.

Japan | Kiku Honda, age 19

While, at first glance, he seems quiet and serious, he can actually be quite goofy and irresponsible with his money, buying anime memorabilia and American comic books. It’s something that one of his roommates, Ludwig, lectures him about quite a bit. His other roommate, Feliciano, sees nothing wrong with it. He attends college for a degree in animation. He enjoys messing with machines and drawing.

South Korea | Im Yong Soo, age 16

He’s a hyperactive young man with strong aspirations when it comes to schooling. He shows the upmost respect to strangers and his elders alike, but when he’s around friends and immediate family he tends to be more loud and silly. He’s currently knee deep in the K-pop wave sweeping the world and practices idol dances on tiktok.

Taiwan | Mei Xiao, age 18

She is a strong-willed, fashionable young woman, but she's also said to have become more of a nervous type in recent times, unable to stop worrying. She has the tendency to be a bit smart-mouthed with a somewhat quick temper. Other than that, she has a sweet and cheerful disposition. She lives with all of her siblings (China, Japan, Vietnam, Hong Kong, Korea, and Thailand) and works as a hostess as a restaurant while she takes a break from schooling.

Mediterranean

France | Francis Bonnefoy, age 24

He's someone who does things at his own pace and has an abundance of affectionate expressions for friends, family, and strangers alike. He owns his own patisserie which has become increasingly popular as a spot for dates and hipsters to eat cute, artfully made sweets and drink aesthetically pleasing coffees and teas. He loves culture and the arts, as well as paintings and clothing.

North Italy | Feliciano Vargas, age 20

He's a cheerful guy who can be a little bit of a crybaby. While he relies on his friends a lot, he deeply cares for them. He's attending college for a fine arts degree where he shares a dorm room with Ludwig and Kiku. He enjoys painting, singing and designing clothes. Also, while only a few people know this, he can play both acoustic and electric guitar. He’s in a garage band with Ludwig, Kiku, and Gilbert

South Italy | Lovino Vargas, age 22

He constantly starts arguments and fights, however he’s also a bit of a coward. He has the ability to be hardworking, but often doesn’t out of laziness. While he’ll never admit it, he’s quite the hopeless romantic, striving to find someone who will love him despite his flaws. He’s in college to obtain a bachelor's in agricultural studies with a minor in history, but absolutely refused to share a dorm with his younger brother, who he often teases about choosing to get a ‘useless art degree.’ He enjoys gardening, dancing, and playing the acoustic guitar in his free time. He also likes sketching, but due to feeling insecure, he never shows people his work, or even tells them that he does it.

Spain | Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, age 24

While he can be oblivious and even insensitive, he’s a generally friendly person with a cheerful deposition. He works as a bartender in a decently popular bar in the downtown of his city that’s within walking distance of his house. When he’s not working, he enjoys playing the flamenco guitar and practicing dancing. Since he’s very sociable, before work, he typically stops by Francis’ pastry shop to talk to him as he closes up.

Also, did you know that, in canon, Feliciano can play electric guitar and Ludwig can play the drums?? What I’m saying is: punk garage band w/ Kiku on vocals. Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk.

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wayward-mikaelson · 4 years ago

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Ain’t My Fault

Request By: @rileynicole1967

Request: hi!! i was wondering if you could do a one shot for deanxreader based off the song “aint my fault” by Zara Larsson. maybe she could be singing it to him idk i’ll keep the specifics to you ;) do whatever your heart desires. maybe end it with implied smut or actual smut 😏 (it’s okay if you can’t or aren’t taking requests right now. but if you ever have time i’m sure you’ll have fun with it cause it’s such a fun/sexual song :)

Word Count: 2089

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Dean and Reader

Summary: The Reader puts on a sexy show for Dean. But Dean is blindfolded.

Disclaimer: Language, Drinking, Mention of death, Angst, Blindfold, Sexual Choking, Hair pulling, A whole lot of touching and feeling, Implied Smut,

A/N: This was AWESOME to write guys!! I listened to that song many time just to get the motel part perfect!

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I sit in the bar and throw back another shot. My hunt didn't go as planned. Lost a friend and good hunter. Well, he wasn't that great of a hunter, but still. He didn't deserve to go out that way. May he rest in peace. Now to go back to Cheyenne, and tell his wife. I throw back another shot.

The door to bar opens and I feel the cool evening breeze. Out of habit, I look towards the door to see who is walking in. That's when I see him walk in. The red shirt he wears stands out more than anything in this bar. The way he runs his hands through his short hair makes me catch my breath. The way his body moves around, I instantly know he's a hunter. But not just any hunter, this is a Winchester.

He looks around the bar as if he's looking for someone. Even from across the bar, I can see his green eyes flutter this way and that. I have never seen green eyes like that. So bright and that they look almost fake. When he doesn't find or see what he's looking for he makes his way to the bar. He takes a seat a few seats away from me and orders a beer. He takes a couple glances around and those green eyes land on me. With a small smirk, he winks at me.

Quickly looking away, I order a few more rounds of shots. When the small drinks are placed in front of me, I shoot back the golden brown drink. I can still feel his eyes on me. A quick sideways glance, I see that he has turns part of his body towards me. I look away and shoot back that last three shots. I start to slip out of my chair and when I look up I see him standing right there. Beer bottle in hand.

How did he get here so fast? I wonder. I mean, I've heard stories about the Winchesters, so I'm not going to doubt anything at this point. "Sorry," I try to move pass him but his green eyes hold me there.

"Have we met?" His deep rough voice suddenly has my brain sending signal all the way down to my core. Fuck, the sound of his voice was almost better than the whiskey I just shot. I mean, this could be the alcohol talking too.

"I wouldn't forget you if we had." Did I really say that out loud? Yep, I'm an ass who will most likely regret this in the morning.

He chuckles which makes me wish I had my legs crossed. Fuck. I'm starting to feel the ache and pulling in between my legs. I knew I had to get out of here. Silent rule between us female hunters: Never sleep with a Winchester. If you do, don't get attached because those Winchester men are a love them in the moment kind of man. Then they are gone without a word the next morning.

"Good one," His smile lingers on his too perfect face. "I'm Dean Winchester." He stretches his free hand out.

"Figures. I've of heard of you," my hand, having a mind of its own, takes it and shakes it. "I'm YN YLN."

Dean Winchesters smile gets a bit bigger. He sits in the empty chair by him and without thinking, I do the same. I make sure I cross my legs too. "I've heard of you, too." Damn it, his voice really needs to stop doing that. I squeeze my legs tighter together. "Word on the street is that you're a badass hunter with a tongue who takes and gives no fucks."

"Is that what they're saying about me?" I chuckle and look down. "I get the job done. That's all."

For the next two hours we talk. We exchange some of our hunting stories. He has saved the world a several times and lives up to the stories I've heard from other hunters. As we talk, He drinks and I chug water and snack on some crappy bar fries. Before the clock hits ten, I get up out of my seat and tell him I gotta get back to my motel and get some sleep.

"Do you need a lift?" Deans voice, sexy as it is, is a bit slurry.

"No, It's just around the block," I say.

"Don't like it," He gets up and throws cash onto the bar counter. He takes keys out of his pocket and shakes them. "I'll take you back."

I smile and can't help but feel the tightness in my core. It's practically screaming right now. "I'm a big girl," I say remember that silent rule.

"I'm afraid I have to insist, sweetheart," He gently takes my arm and hooks it around his and walks me out. "You never know what sick bastard wants to get his hands on a beautiful thing like you. Hunter or not, you could get hurt."

So I let Dean Winchester take me back to my motel room.

Sitting in the parking lot in front of my room, we talk a little bit more. I haven't talked that much to just one person before. I have always kept talks with others short. I start to get out and Dean gets out with me.

"Don't say anything," He says walking around to my side. "Let me just make sure you make it inside alright."

I throw my hands up and let him walk me to the door. I repeat the silent rule in my head. Never sleep with a Winchester. Never sleep with a Winchester. Never sleep with a Winchester. I open my door and step inside, Dean watches my every move.

"Do you want to come in?" I catch myself asking.

"Sure," Dean follows me inside.

I don't know what the fuck I just did, but I am not backing out. My body seems to know what I what more than my brain. "I'm going to use the bathroom real quick." Before I close the door to the bathroom, I see Dean take a seat in the motel table chair and pull out his phone. I turn to the bathroom sink and splash my face and see the look in my own eyes. The lust. The hunger. The need. I pull the hair band from my hair and shake it out.

"Here we go," I smile to myself. I instantly become a whole new person.

I make my way out of the bathroom. Dean is leaning back in the chair. "I hope you don't mind, but I raided your mini fridge." He points to a few empty mini bottles of alcohol.

"Oh that's fine," I walk over to my phone that's on the table and find the perfect song. Setting it down, I open up my bag and pull out the tie that I carry with me. "I hope you don't music."

"I love music," Dean says shifting in his seat. I can see a noticeable bulge forming tightly in his pants.

"Good," I turn towards Dean. "Just feel the music once the music starts." He eyes the tie in my hand. He smirks and raises an eyebrow. I bite my lip as I feel the wetness in my pants start to form. I take the tie and gently wrap it around his eyes and tie a knot so it's secure.

I press play on the phone and lean behind him. "Like I said, feel the music."

As the song starts, I slowly run my hands over his shoulders. Feeling the firm muscle under neath the layer of red. I suck in a soft breath. I lean behind him and press my lips to his neck and trail them to his ear. I feel the muscles tense and relax. I move to the other side and put my lips to his ear and whisper the lyrics to him.

"It ain't my fault you keep turning me on. It ain't my fault you got, got me so gone. It ain't my fault I'm not leavin' alone. It ain't my fault you keep turning me on." I slowly push away and notice a small little smile on his face. I walk around straddle his lap and start on the buttons of that red shirt. Figures, there's another layer under it.

I push this first layer down and when I do, Deans hands grab my hips. With one hand and take both of them and pin them down between our bodies. One of his fingers slips out and starts to firmly stroke the crotch of my jeans. I bite my lip and suck in a breath. Just the touch alone sends sparks throughout my body.

Taking my free hand, I grab the back of his head and grip the small hair. I feel his hands ball into fists. I press my forehead to his and he tries to bring his lips to mine. He can't due to my firm grip. "So if I put your hands where my eyes can't see. Then you're the one who's got a hold on me. No I, can't be responsible, responsible." I softly sing along to the song. I softly and quickly press my lips to his.

Dean's lips part and I feel the tip of his tongue on my lips. I push away and slid off his lap, making sure my hand brushed against his already hard erection. I make my way around the chair again and slowly slide my hands back down his chest. Sighing as I feel the muscles again. As the lyrics of the song start again It ain't my fault you came in looking like that. You just made me trip, fall, and land on your lap. Certain bad boy smooth, body hotter than a sauna. I don't mean to be rude, but I look so damn good on ya. I grip the bottom of his black t-shirt and pull it up over his head. Without the blindfold moving either.

Nothing prepared me for Deans hand to grip my neck gently but firmly from behind. Dean pulls my neck down and presses his lips to mine. He slips his tongue into my mouth and explores it. His tongue runs along my teeth and pushes my tongue aside. Trying to claim dominance.

I push away from him. His hand reluctantly pulls away from my neck and falls back to his lap. I walk around him and un do my pants and shimmy out of them. Dean tilts his to the side as he hears my pants hit the ground. I got back and sit on Deans lap but this time, my back is a hundred percent to him. I grab his hand and use them to run over my body. From my shirt covered breast to my naked thighs. My head rolls back and to the side as he take control of his hands back.

"Too much shirt," he whispers into my ear. He grabs the hem of my shirt and flawlessly takes it off. I hear the fabric fall floor and I bring a hand back to his face. As swiftly as he took my shirt off, he takes my bra off. Both his firm and calloused hands squeeze both my breast and pinches the sensitive nipple making them hard under his hands.

My head falls back onto Deans shoulder. He takes hold of my neck again and kisses my neck and his free hand trails my body and slowly disappears under my lace panties. His finger slowly circle around my clit and that's all he does. I suck in a breath and bite my lip as my own arousal slowly turns into a climax.

Dean kisses my neck again as the lyrics of the song say So if I put your hands where my eyes can't see. Then you're the one who's got a hold on me. No I, can't be responsible, responsible. Then without warning, Dean pushes me off his lap. I turn to see him rip the tie of his face. Those gorgeous green eye were filled lust, hunger, desire, the whole bit.

He closes the gap between us and backs us to the bed where he pushes me down onto it. I lay on the bed and watch as he takes his pants off and slowly takes my panties off. He smiles at how wet they are. He sets them aside and settles himself between my legs. He takes my hands and pins them above my head.

"You're turn," he nips my ear and he slips inside me.

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amarantine-amirite · 3 years ago

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One Last Time By Moonlight

I’m in the car with my schoolmates William and Hanna. I don’t normally hang out with them after school, nor do I go anywhere with Hanna when she's driving. Hanna’s wearing a princess costume, but it’s cold and snowy outside. “So what’s with the outfit?” I ask.

“It’s a long story," Hanna replies. She doesn’t engage me because she’s trying not to hit a patch of black ice and drive into the ditch, “I’m due to receive some big award.”

William shakes his head. “Hanna, you don’t. They never give those awards to fat girls.” He's not wrong, but Hanna is not really what you call fat. I think a better label for Hanna would be "skinny fat" rather than fat because she doesn't have a lot of muscle but has a lot of body fat.

“Then why would I have been invited to a gala reception?” she laughs. It sounds like someone struggling with a pilot light, “Come on. Think, people, think.”

It occurs to me that perhaps this gala reception isn’t real. If someone who gets picked on as much as Hanna does gets an award with a gala reception; chances are, it's a prank. I look at Hanna, take a deep breath, and ask, “What if it isn’t real?”

I can feel her eyebrows move like Volkswagens trying to parallel park. “What if what isn’t real?”

“It just occurred to me that the gala thing is more likely than not the setup to a cruel prank.”

“It’s real,” Hanna scoffs, “I know it is. I’m so excited that my heart’s racing, my right arm is numb, and hang on a second.” She rolls down the window, sticks her head outside, and vomits.

I chuckle a bit at first. It slowly occurs to me that what I just witnessed may be a medical emergency instead of a funny story. “Well," I giggle darkly, "that gala may end up being a fake, but the heart attack was real.”

William recoils. “Hanna's having a heart attack?” He seems more stunned than concerned. I get the sense that William would be useless in an emergency.

“Yes, everything she described screams heart attack.”

William's eyebrows dance in confusion. “Even throwing up?”

“Yep," I nodded, "throwing up is one of the symptoms of a heart attack."

William tells Hanna to pull over. Hanna gets out of the car and chases us out so she can lie across the back seats. “Shouldn't we call an ambulance?” I ask.

“Just get in the driver’s seat and get Hanna to the hospital, Louise,” William whines as he throws me the keys.

I swap places with Hanna and sit down in the driver's seat. I start the car and we get back on the road. "OK William, where's the nearest hospital?"

"I don't know," he says, "you're the one who's driving the car."

I clench my jaw and jerk my head in a semicircle. Lazy ass William, I mumble. I pull up my phone on Google the nearest hospital on my phone and use the GPS feature to navigate there.

I could see the sky get darker. The snowfall becomes thicker, like when corn starch turns into a non-Newtonian fluid. The road becomes devoid of cars. The usual markers of civilization vanish. The visibility worsens. I feel uncertain as to how much further I can keep driving. Reality feels altered beyond repair. It’s almost like I became disconnected from the rest of the world.

Some 45 minutes later, the GPS feature on my phone tells us we have reached our destination. I look out the window and see not a hospital, but a casino. “What the fuck?!”

By now, Hanna has gone pale. She breathes raggedly and sweats like she’s in a sauna. “Look, Louise, no offence, but you’re an idiot who can’t tell the difference between a hospital and a casino," she wheezes.

“That’s not true!” I clap back, “the map must be wrong. Besides, we can just turn around.” I go back to start the car, but it sputters. I look at the fuel meter. We’ve run out of gas.

We don't want to leave Hanna waiting in a cold car, so all three of us abandon the car and go into the Marriott across the street from the casino. I struggle to carry Hanna across the parking lot. She looks so slender, I never would have guessed that she weighs as much as she did. I guess that's what happens when you're skinny fat.

We enter the lobby of the hotel. William and I sit down in the chairs after I lay Hanna down on the sofa. "Why did you make me do this?" I snap at William.

“Do what?” he says, playing dumb.

“You made me try and drive Hanna to the hospital!”

"What choice did we have?" he replied.

"We could have called an ambulance and saved ourselves so much trouble." I look back at Hanna. All the color appeared to vanish from her skin. She only opens our eyes about halfway. She nearly falls off the couch, but she's alive. Barely conscious, but alive. It's enough to make me wonder how she didn't die. If you go 45 minutes out of your way to get a heart attack victim from their current location to the hospital, their chances of survival go bye-bye.

William utterly fails to understand this. He looks at me with puppy dog eyes and wrings his hands. “Look, if I could have called an ambulance for Hanna, I would have, but I couldn't.”

Inside, I could feel my internal organs shooting each other. The words if I could are so painful. They remind me of the abject refusal to solve a problem. If I hear anybody use the phrase if I could, I give them hell. Simple. “No,“ I said, “you could’ve avoided all this, and you chose not to!”

He continues to dissemble. “But it wasn’t my problem to solve,” he protests.

I don’t buy it for a minute. “Oh, it most certainly was.”

He nods obsequiously. I watch him as he walks down the hall slowly and softly. He turns the corner and disappears. The fire alarm rings out; people exist in a state of either tempered nuisance or subdued worry.

I stand outside by the side of the road in the snow. I see what looks like a ghost of a young boy watching me out the window of the building across the street. I get the gnawing sensation that this place isn’t meant for me.

He looks at me and points to the road. It means get out, you don't belong here. I head down the path; now I know that I am not supposed to be here.

It gets dark. The street lights come on. The path feels like it continues forever. I settle into the fact that this road may continue into infinity. Without warning, I fall through the ice and plunge into the frigid water.

The water doesn’t smell like a lake or river. It smells chlorinated, like somebody’s swimming pool. I force myself up to get a glimpse at the house. Their house looks like one you would see in a movie.

The lights come on. The inhabitants of the house wake up. I hear them sulk downstairs as they slog to the backyard. They will soon learn that someone fell in their pool. I bet they’re wishing they bought a pool cover.

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