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anemonelovesfiction · 3 months

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20~ Age Gap

So’lek x Fem! Human Reader

Warnings ⚠️: P! In V!, fingering, unprotected sex

Part two to this

Not proofread

MDNI 🔞

It’s the last day of Heatwave In Pandora and I’m saddened by this but also excited for having been a part of all of this with y’all. Thank you so much for those who participated and enjoyed my stories as well!

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To say I was embarrassed about what happened during just before the comet’s raining across the sky was an understatement, I had been completely mortified of the situation, I’d basically masturbated in front of So’lek, and I think he did too? But the fact that I had been caught talking in my sleep- like I do most nights- had been too much for me to attempt to show my face around him again. I’d practically grown to avoiding him during any situation possible.

He’d attempted at steering my mind in the opposite direction that night by helping me draw giant penises on my coworkers masks, making sure each of them had a different kind of drawing on it. And the comets also helped for the time being, each of them pretty much being wished upon as they flew past us in a beautiful shimmer.

But another reason I had to learn to avoid So’lek was his age. He was in his forties and I was only twenty two, I was undeniably too young for him- and not even the same species. That was a considerable age gap and I’m sure the reason he doesn’t have a mate is because everyone in his clan had perished, but had any woman from his clan caught his eye, I’m sure he would have been mated with children by now and I’m certain he doesn’t even tolerate me to begin with- I’m human!

I’d been avoiding having to come into contact with him, strategically avoiding all of the areas he frequents, ensuring that I had something to do far from our base whenever they had their meetings -or went up or down on a different level when it was raining- and when all else failed and he was near I either ignored him or found a way to push someone else into his direction to hold a conversation with him. It was pretty easy considering Priya was a chatter box, she often went off on tangents, and did very well at allowing me the perfect amount of time to escape.

But today was a different day. Priya had gone on a patrol with Anqa while all of the Sarentu were busy doing some kind of training quest without So’lek, and here I was trying to look into a way I could quickly disappear while being in his sight, finding it futile to find a hiding spot and not being able to find a single one I give high hopes that Eywa is listening to my prayer that he wouldn’t need anything from me only to be proven wrong.

“You and I need to talk.” He stated as he stands directly in front of me, arms crossed and his hip tilted to the side, he looked so babygirl, but I couldn’t even think to laugh at a time like this. I could feel the adrenaline starting to course through my bloodstream and I felt jittery.

“In private.” He adds after having looked around before staring right at me. I could only gulp and nod at this moment wondering why the great mother would betray me at my most vulnerable moment, I can see So’lek turn around and motion with his head for me to follow him, and like a lost puppy with my head hung down in defeat, I do.

It hadn’t taken us long to reach the fourth floor which housed all of our rooms. I’d ended up spacing out long enough to pass him before looking up and realizing he was behind me, turning to face him and realizing I’d cornered myself between a wall and his body. Damnit.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He asks without beating around the bush and I start to think of a million excuses in my head, opening my mouth to spew whatever first bullshit lie could come out, closing it as he speaks again.

“Don’t lie to me.” He states as he crosses his arms waiting for my answer and I couldn’t help but chew on my bottom lip.

“I was embarrassed.” I admit and cross my own arms to try to shrink into the wall, my room was just around the corner and if I bolted I think I could make it, but I looked down instead.

“Why?” His voice is deep and holds me captive as I stand there looking like an idiot and shrug.

“If you have forgotten already I joined in too. You saw the evidence on the ground.” He speaks so steadily that I’m tempted to look up past my lashes but refrain from doing just that.

“Thats not it- well mostly- but not all of it.” I pull myself closer together and pray to Eywa that I could disappear at this moment to walk away from the conversation but feel his finger underneath my chin, lifting it up and forcing me to look into his eyes.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He asks once more and I couldn’t stop the shiver from running down my spine.

“I know you won’t reciprocate my feelings, I’m too young for you, and I’m not Na’Vi.” I stated honestly and want to look away but can’t find it in myself to do so, only for him to throw his head back with a chuckle, I could feel the embarrassment creep up on me once more and anger from him laughing at me.

“Whats so funny?” I asked with a huff, wanting to hit him on the arm for laughing at me.

“I do not care that you are tawtute nor your age. You are old enough to make decisions for yourself and you can choose if you want me or not, that is what matters to me.” He responds and seems genuine for his answer and it causes me to freeze.

“What are you saying?” I asked as the confusion was settling over my features, brows lifted and furrowed together, eyes searching his for clarification.

“Must I show you?” He asks simply and I’m still confused.

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He sits me onto my own bed as he kneel’s before me, being taller than me even if I’d been standing, he cranes his neck down and captured my mouth with his, his hands on my hips as he slowly shimmies my pants and underwear off in one go, tossing it off elsewhere without breaking the kiss. His hands returning toward my thighs as he squeezes them gently, his tongue inserted into my mouth as soon as I gasp, my own moan following after.

Our tongues don’t battle for dominance as I knew he’d win, his massaging mine as our lips toss and turn for him to do whatever he wanted to me, I didn’t even know how wet I’d gotten until he’d inserted a finger into my cunt and it slid right in. Another moan slipping through my lips as I lean my body back for him to get a better angle, finally breaking the kiss.

“So’lek~” I moaned right as he inserts a second finger easily, I’d thrown my head back at some point, lifting it back up to see him looking right at me with a smirk.

“Wipe that smirk off your- f-f-fuck,” I cuss as he moves his fingers swiftly in, caressing my sweet spot the entire time he’d gone in, my head lolling back and eyes closing as I attempt to focus on the pleasure.

“Lay back.” He instructs and I listen, laying my body back onto the bed while my legs dangled off the bed as did the bottom half of my ass, but I didn’t care at this point as the pleasure was too good.

“Lift your legs up and don’t let them touch the ground.” He stated again, I lifted my legs and settled the hells on the edge of the mattress, feeling his breath on my cunt and constricting myself around his fingers, a dark chuckle rasping through, driving me absolutely wild. His tongue takes a swipe up my cunt and I couldn’t help but gasp followed by a moan as he thrusts his fingers back in.

“Fuck, please go faster-“ I struggled to get out as he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of me, kissing my sweet spot periodically and making me thrash my head around the bed, surely adding knots to my already messy hair.

“I want to make you cum.” He mutters before placing his lips around my clit and giving a harsh suck, my hips jumping up at the sudden contact, a wail escaping me as he continues suckling and fingering.

“So’lek, fuck!” I yell out as he runs a stripe along my clit, his rough tongue catching in it and rubbing against it deliciously I couldn’t help but buck my hips upward. A pleasing hum running through his body and from the depths of the obscene noises happening in this room, I could hear a gentle rumble, almost like a purr.

“I’m coming-“ I could feel my eyes crossing behind my eyelids and my vision turning white as I feel myself rhytmically grasping his fingers, his movements never ceasing as he continues to plow through my own orgasm and I could feel myself start to lose my own breath in the process.

“You taste delicious.” So’lek comments as his fingering comes to a standstill, I lift my head and open my eyes even when they felt too heavy to keep open and looked at him with a lopsided grin. He only stares right back at me, taking his fingers out of my cunt, and sensually licking the juices off them. I could only stare at him as my own grin fell, the heat returning to my core as I watched him and heard him continue to purr with approval, I lunged toward him and brought his face onto mine and kissed the ever living fuck out of him, breaking the kiss as I started breathing heavily to catch my breath and placed my hands on the fingers of his loincloth.

“You are eager.” He mutters.

I look up at him and see he’s smiling down at me, I blindly undo the knot keeping his loincloth on as I stare into his eyes as well, the look of surprise crossing his features as he looks down at himself to see his loincloth falling off. His cock coming up to slap him in the stomach.

“I’m efficient.” I corrected him and watch the amusement dance around his eyes.

“How’s about you take a turn on the bed while I play with you?” I ask with my hand on his chest running it down his abs sensually, looking back up at him through my lashes.

“You couldn’t handle me.” He threatens and I take that as a challenge.

“Oh yeah?” I asked with a brow lifted as if I was taking him up on his challenge.

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I bounced on his cock again as I could feel the fire in my belly growing larger, one of his hands had been settled on my hips, guiding me up and down his length, his purring had returned tenfold from the moment he’d slipped the tip in, and here I was taming him and taking his cock like I promised.

“How is it you can take so much of me in your tiny body?” He strains through his teeth as I continue bouncing off his cock not bothering to quiet down.

“P-pu-pure w-will,” I rasp out while continuing my task, leaning my body over to rest slightly as I move my hips up and down his giant cock, close to the edge already.

“So’lek, I’m- fuck- I can’t!” I wail as I feel my clit being brushed against his pelvis every time I slam myself down.

“Let go, I’m right there too-“ He squeezes my hips tight and I look up to him eith my own eyes struggling to stay open, his own eyes closed as he basks in the pleasure I’m providing him, deciding to fight to keep my eyes open to see his orgasm face when a sudden thought occurs to me.

“I w-wanna s-see you,” I rasp out desperately as I slow down in my pace but continue going rough. I feel his other hand carefully caress my cheek up toward his face, his eyes already opened and looking at mine, and with that I come, it took everything in me to not close my eyes but the euphoria I felt dancing around my body.

“Fuck!” He groans out loudly as his hands go straight to my hips, holding me down on his cock as I feel the tip of him kissing my cervix and explode all over my womb, spurt after spurt of come hitting my womb in a way that sent tingles through my toes.

“Holy shit-“ I mutter as I feel my body ramped up into yet another orgasm, feeling entirely spent as my body limply falls onto So’lek’s my breathing heavy as I attempt to catch my breath, the orgasm still coursing through me as my pussy contracts around him, his own purring dying down as his hips slowly push up against mine.

“No no no, wait-“ I begin before feeling his knot forming and pushing into my body, locking us into place for the time being, but I was too spent to fight it anymore.

“I’m sorry yawne, I didn’t plan for this to happen.“ So’lek begins apologizing but I shake my head as I struggle to lift myself for him to see me.

“It’s okay, we’ll just have to stay here for a bit.”

“You do not mind being tied to me?”

“Think of it as our version of Tsaheylu.”

#HeatwaveInPandora2024 #avatar #avatar smut #afab reader #human reader #avatar frontiers of pandora #solek frontiers of pandora #solek x reader #solek smut #so’lek #so’lek x reader #so’lek smut

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gayofthefae · 2 years

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Thinking about unreliable narration and how Mike called Will a “douche” and he wouldn’t be so upset and say that if he didn’t really believe. So let’s recap a bit from Mike’s POV instead:

Will hasn’t been calling Mike back, which is the only way for Mike to actually reach him since the line is always busy, then he shows up to see him and goes in for a hug but catches himself because that would probably just make things more awkward and he can take a hint. El has their whole day planned so they go around town showing him Lenora and Will doesn’t engage much so - yeah, guess he was right about that. I mean, really, 9 months, like two calls, and he doesn’t even miss him enough to not seem like he’s looking for an escape? This continues at the roller rink and he’s just letting it slide and trying to enjoy his day anyways and if Will wants to talk to him, he will - he hopes. Will doesn’t. Not until, of course, he tries to vaguely accuse that El is lying to him which - okay, he knew he was ignoring him, but now he’s actively trying to ruin the time he’s spending with El too?! Okay, turns out she really was lying. But if that was the case, why not tell him in the morning when she first lied about Stacy and Angela? Why commit harder to avoiding him than telling him something like that? Why even wait until today? She’s been lying in her letters too! He couldn’t call even just to say something and then hang up? Either way, there were plenty of opportunities all day to talk to him with that excuse even if it was just to say that but he still didn’t even take those. So he says all that because god damnit, he tried to brush it off but it’s been building in him all day. So he tells Will - he calls him out for ignoring him all day. And then Will says - “Sorry if I wasn’t smiling” all smartass and that’s not what he meant! Why is looking for the worst in what he’s saying? If he wants an excuse to stop being his friend just say that, not all this bullshit. He wasn’t ignoring Will. Will was ignoring him. Why make something up just to have something to fire back? So yeah, he walks away. Because he certainly doesn’t see this conversation getting any better and maybe they can come back to it later but right now they need to find El so Will, can we please just put down whatever this is and do that instead? But then he says “what about us?” And it sounds...genuine. “...what?” And Will...Will says he didn’t talk to him because he thought Mike didn’t want to talk to him. Because he didn’t call? But that’s not what happened? And he’s bringing up the letters and comparing himself to El and it’s getting a little too close to home and maybe it even feels a little like the comment Mike made to Will last year. It isn’t as direct but still - just in case that’s what he meant - he defends himself: “we’re friends. we’re friends” is the answer he thinks Will is looking for. Because comparing himself to how Mike treats his girlfriend (in the 80s?) sounds a hell of a lot like an accusation, really. "Well, we used to be best friends”. He’s right. And they’re not. Not right now at least. And it’s sad. It’s a reminder he didn’t really wanna let himself fully acknowledge. And he hopes all this means Will does want to be best friends again but for right now, he doesn’t how to make that happen and he’s tired and this is all just a lot and right now, their focus should be on El anyways. They can talk about this later.

Then there’s chaos and it distracts them from their whole fight and everything. And all three of them sit in the back not talking. He thinks maybe El just wants to alone with her thoughts as she’s staring out the window right now. And it didn’t seem like Will really wanted to talk to him at the moment. Jonathan and Argyle are stupid high when they get home for dinner and one of them says that everything is fine and the stuff that went wrong wasn’t that bad and that’s not true. The whole day was absolute shit and in retrospect he definitely phrased that wrong, he didn’t mean to say that El really injured Angela or that she was a bad person or anything, just that he can’t just pretend like everything is fine again. It wasn’t when Will wasn’t calling, it wasn’t when El was bullied today, it wasn’t when she hit Angela with that skate, it wasn’t when the backseat of the van was silent and the front really couldn’t read the room. “She didn’t look fine”. Because she wasn’t. He wasn’t. None of this was fine. [to reference s2: “No! It’s not! It’s not okay! None of this O-KAY”]. El doesn’t come to breakfast the next morning. So he just sits in awkward silence with Will. Jonathan suggests they go to a movie and he’s just trying to help but yeah, they should probably just cool off today. So he takes El’s Eggos to her - and he doesn’t notice Will looking at him.

He tries to check in with El and hopes she’s ready to open up. She isn’t. He pushes, gently, because they really should talk about it. She opens up a little and he tries to understand even when she says he can’t. Because he wants to. And he really wants to be there for her. So he tries his best to understand and to comfort her and to validate her and tell her he understands it’s hard to see when you’re insecure but he really doesn’t see her negatively. But apparently somehow, just like yesterday with Will, he’s saying all the wrong things because he says “care” and she hears “not love” and he tells her of course he does! But then she brings out proof and he honestly hadn’t even noticed he didn’t sign his letters “love” but now it’s right in front of him and she needs him and she needs it and...he can’t say it. And he doesn’t know why.

She gets...arrested before they can make up but it is nice that in that chaos, Will drops the whole “not talking to him” thing (but he’s a little distracted because the fight with El still isn’t resolved. And she wrote “From, El” which can’t be a good sign.) But then Will tells him it’s gonna be okay and he looks at him and remembers that he can’t control the El thing right now, but what he does have is that Will is talking to him again. So he’ll just be in the moment and be grateful for that. And he really doesn’t wanna fuck things up any more by waiting until stakes and emotions are high to talk so he thanks Will for bringing him back to the present earlier and apologizes - because in retrospect, having had more time to rework the fact that Will really does still wanna be his friend (even if some of the events and things said are still a little confusing) and in retrospect with that in mind, yeah, he can see how some of the things said would have been okay to someone who didn’t wanna be his friend but that wasn’t the case. So he wants to make sure Will knows he only said that stuff because he was upset and he thought it was too late because now he knows it isn’t too late and he doesn’t want to wait until it is again to say that. So he asks to be best friends again. Because that actually did seem to be something Will missed too. And he said yes :) (he said yes![s2 ref again])

He wasn’t really a douchebag the rest of the season, I just wanted to that little character study on that line where he calls Will out and flip it because the POV we get to see is Will’s so it seems like he’s standing up and finally calling Mike out, but it’s a lot different if you think of it as Mike standing up and calling Will out. And by “a lot different”, I mean exactly the same for both of them.

#stranger things #mike wheeler #mike wheeler character study #can be #byler #but works either way #byler povs

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k3rm1e · 3 years

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hi! can you write wilbur with a very VERY chaotic reader? like completely different to what people portray his s/o to be in fanfics! the reader has a very schlatt and techno personality? and they don’t like showing pda unlike wil and he makes them really flustered.

thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!

chaos is what killed the dinosaurs darling

thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hi anon! sorry for taking a while to get back to you. i hope you like this either way (and yes the title is a heathers reference)

cw: cursing

chaos is what killed the dinosaurs darling:

after being kicked out of his office, wilbur had to stream in the house for a while. which, sure, it was fine there’s nothing inherently wrong with him streaming there - except for the fact that you were so bored, your brain was melting. you felt like the simuloid transforming to look like alex rogan.

knowing he was in the room just a few feet away was killing you. when he was in his office he was too far away for you to bother him, so it was fine. but now you were dying. whatever. he wouldn’t care if you barged in. definitely.

standing up from the couch, you barged into the room. you walked toward him as he questioned you. “uh, what are you doing in here? i’m, uh, live, y’know.” you walked behind his chair, ignoring him. you pulled him away from the desk by the back of his spinny chair, causing him to go across the room. behind you, you heard a small crash and a “shit!” yelled from your boyfriend. oops.

“hello chat. my stream now.” chat was having a freak out of its own, some mad that you threw wil across the room and some laughing. sometime during you’re coming in and throwing wilbur, he took of his headphones. putting them on, you listened to the laughs of one philza minecraft.

“hello philza minecraft. dadza. it is i, wilbur shit.” you stared deadpan at the camera.

through the headphones you could hear phil laughing through a “what the fuck”. “hello, uh, hello wilbur shit. uh, you sure that’s your name?”

“yes. it is i, wilbur shit. i write about train stations and hot bi- girls. hot girls.” wilbur walked over to you and was trying to rip the headphones of your head.

“give me back my fucking headphones!” you could hear him laughing through the one ear that was uncovered. you reached up in an attempt to keep the headphones on.

“don’t grab my headphones, fucking bitch!” you were pulling them back on with one hand and swatting his arm with the other.

“your headphones? this is my stream, my chat.” he had finally gotten the headphones from you and you were now turned around trying to get them. he put them on and was standing to his full height for once. fucking bitch.

“give me them back, now. this is my stream.” you were ready to kill this man. you come in here to have a good time and this is how you’re treated? you mentally sighed and ‘smh’.

“uh, no. what are you gonna do anyways, short bitch? call me names?” he stared at his monitor, trying to make sure you didn’t mess up his set up and that he didn’t miss any donos.

“yes, actually, i will call you names. bitchbur. bitchbur soot. bitchbur shit. yeah, i said it. you’re a bitch. and not even a pretty one.”

wilbur made a fake shocked expression. “now, now, don’t speak like that. go do something useful instead of traumatizing the poor people trying to watch the stream. like fixing the chair you threw or something.”.

“ok, ok, i know when i’m not wanted. i’ll clean for you.” you walked casually out the room until you got to the hallway, where you ran so fast your socks made you slip and slide into the other room, like in the breakfast club. to think of it, han solo also did the same, as did kylo. slido ren.

you quickly grabbed the handheld vacuum from the front room. wilbur appreciates your chaos, at least you think he does. he better, or else you have a boyfriend to fake breakup with. youtube video tears and everything included.

you arrived at the bedroom, and walked in with a “oh wilburrrrrr….”.

he mumbed a “oh god fucking damnit…” before yelling “come in!”. you walked in and over to him, turning the vacuum on as it was up against hsi coat. “what the fuck are you doing???”

“cleaning the dirt up, bitch.” you moved the vacuum up and down his arm.

“for the love of god, please stop.” wilbur stood up and began a play fight with you. he ended the fight by knocking the now switched off vacuum out of your hand and pick you up by your waist.

“put me the fuck down!!!” oh shit. pda pda pda. no no no nonononononono.

“hmmmm… no.” wilbur bonked you on the top of you head with his lips. fuck this bitch and his cutesy pda bullshit. he threw you on the bed and left to go end his stream. once everything was turned off, he went over to you. “why do you have to cause so much stupid chaos on my stream? just why?”

“because chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling.” you smiled at him.

“y’know, it’s very worrying to me that you’re quoting jason dean.” he stared at you with a fake judgemental expression.

“nah, it really isn't. now let’s go get slushies instead of going to therapy.” you jumped off the bed and dragged him out the room, lightly whispering “freeze your brain…”.

hello this has been finished i hope you enjoyed! please ignore all the movie references i made one and then i couldn’t stop

#mcyt x reader #wilbur soot x reader

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waynedunlaptheorgandonor · 3 years

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watched s11ep1

i will provide you with a quick review before i disappear back into the ether of twd avoidance

lots of spoilers under the cut. also i wrote way too much and i worked all night and haven’t slept so i didn’t bother to reread literally any of it, so it might be completely nonsensical, tho if you don’t expect that from me by this point idk whose blog you’ve been reading

enjoy:

hokay, first off, i’ll start by saying that i enjoyed it more than i expected to. i’ve been avoiding any sort of discussion about stuff, but my google algorithm is so fucked at this point that i still get recommended articles and stuff every now and then, so i was already pretty aware of what i was walking into, and was expecting it to be eh, but actually i prob enjoyed it more than i enjoyed the finale

(don’t get too excited tho, the finale was rly boring lmfao)

anyway

episode starts off with a tense scouting mission

it takes .005 seconds into the episode for caryl to exchange a look of longing, establishing that they are still having weird conflict and are both too fucking stubborn to do anything about it even tho they hate it desperately

i imagine that will continue for a while

rosita, kelly, carol, maggie, what’s her face with the bad hair, and lydia (i think that’s everyone?) lower down to some army bunker or something, where a bunch of walkers are taking a snooze, and the girls are very respectful of walker naptime, and do their best not to wake them up

obviously they eventually wake up, but i’ll get to that in a sec

as they’re tiptoeing through the walker tulips, there’s this split second where carol spots a machine gun, and looks at maggie with a face like, “can i plzzzz, i am mad horny for that machine gun,” but maggie tells her no. (i 110% expected her to defy orders and accidentally wake up all the walkers, but she actually behaved herself for once. well. mostly)

never fear, tho, after the girl gang collects a bunch of MREs they go back to wait for the dudes waiting up top to pull them up, and bc men ruin everything, one of the ropes break, and daryl catches it before it falls, but then a slow motion drop of blood falls on a walker’s face, and just like that, walker naptime is over, and carol uses her bow and arrow for two seconds before she is like “fuck this” and whips out the machine gun

yes, she is super hot using it

yes, daryl watches her do it

anyway, all the other girls get rescued, and carol is about to be pulled up, but bc she is a #girlboss, she first makes a beeline for one more crate full of MREs. daryl covers her while she gets the loot, and when she gets back up top they have another charged moment as carol hands him back his knife

just fuck already, jfc

titles!

cut to alexandria where everything is still not smilestimes

BUT, we do get to see uncle daryl run and hug rj and judith (and dog), and FUCKING HERSHEL JR, LIGHT OF MY LIFE is also there

istg, they could not have casted a better child, i a d o r e him

oh, and some friends of maggie’s show up too, idk

cut to a staff meeting where everyone is like, whomp whomp, we’re all gonna starve to death unless we figure out something quick

cue maggie going, “oh, i know where food is, but it requires me to tell you my tragic backstory, in case anyone didn’t watch my bottle episode”

she tells her dramatic backstory about all her friends getting slaughtered by the reapers for no apparent reason, and then she’s like “anyway, let’s go back there!”

no one thinks it’s a great idea, but a group of people decide to go anyway, including daryl and gabriel. rosita is super pissed that gabriel is going, and carol doesn’t go, probably partly bc it’s a shitty fucking idea, and also bc they have to keep caryl apart bc otherwise they’ll fix their problems ahead of schedule and they won’t be able to drag out the needless angst

daryl looks kind of annoyed that carol doesn’t volunteer to go

bitch, i thought you wanted her to stop putting herself in the line of fire! make up your damn mind!

moving on

cut to a thunderstorm, where, if you look closely, you’ll notice daryl is wearing the STUPIDEST hat i’ve ever seen. just get an umbrella, jfc

for some reason negan is with them, bc ig he knows his way around washington dc, and no one in six years has bothered to figure out how to get around the city and/or get a map, and he is like “hey guys, maybe we shouldn’t try to walk in this fucking hurricane,” and everyone is like “FUCK YOU NEGAN, YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF US!!!”

this will be a common occurrence

but eventually daryl is even like “actually, it’s rly unpleasant out here, and my hat is mad stupid, can we go inside plz?”

so they go inside an old metro station, which is actually a rly cool cinematic choice. i rly like the idea, and they executed it rly well

speaking of executions

there are some fucking RULL CREEPY walkers. idk why they bothered me so badly, but they were what they at first assumed were corpses wrapped up in tarps, but turns out none of them had been properly put down, so they go through killing these rotted bodies that had supposedly been there since The Fall, and it’s very gross and cool

this entire time, btw, negan is like “hey, i know i’m a shitty person, but i have some rational arguments about why we shouldn’t be doing this right now,” and everyone is like, “FUCK YOU NEGAN, YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF US!!!” and he’s just like “god fucking damnit”

(i forgot to mention that at one point, when they’re headed into the metro station, negan is trying to warn ppl of the potential danger, and everyone is ignoring him, and he tries to talk to daryl, and daryl is like “fuck you, you think we’re BUDDIES?” and negan is like “oh, ok, so you’re gonna be like that too? fanfreakingtastic” and it’s very funny)

anyway. a fat monster zombie escapes its tarp at one point, and tries to eat some npc, and negan saves him, again is like “hey, anyone else realize that this is a FUCKING BAD PLAN?”, and everyone is like “we don’t care, you’re still shitty and we’re not listening to you, and you don’t actually care about random npc i would literally not be able to pick out in a lineup bc his face is so generic, you’re not the boss of us!!!”

it’s at this point that negan finally is like, “why am i even here? bc i know how to get around washington dc? do none of you have a map?” and i was like, “right?! that’s what i said!”

it’s then revealed that maggie only brought negan along to murder him under the guise of “oops, he got hurt in the line of duty, it wasn’t my fault,” and daryl has this look on his face that says, “i seriously need to stop hanging out with lethal women bent on revenge bc it’s gonna give me high blood pressure,” and maggie has a badass moment where she points a gun she has for some reason at negan and is like “i have like, one shred of human compassion left inside of me, and if you keep pushing me i will fucking kill you without a second thought, so shut the hell up”

(in her defense, negan had just dropped glenn’s name to purposely antagonize her, which was rude as hell)

(for the record, i’m completely on maggie’s side here, but negan still is right that trapping themselves in a metro station is a bad call)

anyway, moving away from that briefly

i think this jump cut happens sooner, i don’t actually remember, but whatever who cares, point is, we get to the part of the show that actually matters, and that’s anything involving my love, juanita “princess” sanchez

and also eugene, yumiko, and ezekiel

they are being asked increasingly invasive questions by commonwealth ppl, some of which i wish they actually would of answered (what do they use to wipe their asses with?? surely toilet paper has long since become extinct)

zeke, who is so much more tolerable as a character now that he’s not larping as a king, has this incredibly weird and sort of sexually charged moment with a dude in an orange stormtrooper costume, where he’s like, “i bet you were an asshole cop back before The Fall, you stupid fascist, #fuckthepolice, mb literally? idk, this moment has a lot of pent up aggression that could easily translate to hate sex, it might just be the intense eye contact, but w/e, let’s just move along,” and then he has a coughing fit to remind the audience that he’s currently dying of cancer, and orange stormtrooper is like “lolz, loser, drink some water you dumb piece of shit”

cut to the wholesome foursome sitting at a picnic table in a guarded courtyard eating gruel, and yumkio, who finally has a personality, and princess are like “hey, this place fucking sucks, can we leave?” and zeke is like, “yeah, i met this orange stormtrooper who i think might be dtf and/or murder, so we should probably bounce”

but eugene is like, “but i want some hot stephanie ass, and also some bullshit excuse about how mb commonewealth will save alexandria” which, they left before things went super downhill, right? idr. it was after hilltop fell, but they don’t know alexandria got fucked either, if i recall? w/e, not important

two seconds after he says this, they talk to some people who are like “we’ve been here for four months, or maybe it’s been nine, i don’t actually remember, i’ve stopped processing the passage of time,” and the wholesome foursome takes this as a bad sign, tho that’s just the life i’ve lived as a night worker during a pandemic, so i was like #mood

but then they watch some guy get dragged away screaming to get “reprocessed” and eugene is like “ok, nvm, let’s bounce”

(my theory on what “reprocessing” is, is that they’re stuck in a room and have to watch hours and hours of customer service training videos on vhs from the 90s)

i definitely got my jump cut scenes mixed up bc i think the negan accusing maggie of a murder plot thing happened in between this scene and then the next commonwealth scene, but w/e, i’ll just finish what happens in the commonwealth arch

the wholesome foursome are trying to hatch a plan to escape, except princess, my love, is distracted watching some stormtroopers flirt, and the other three are like “wtf, dude, how can you even tell any of them apart?” and princess then tells them every stormtroopers backstory bc she is brilliant and pays rly close attention to shit, and the other three are like, “this is useful information, thank you for being an insane person”

their plan involves yumiko and eugene dressing up as stormtroopers and leading princess and zeke out of the place, which works fine actually, except on their way out they come across the Depressing Wall of Probably Mostly Dead Missing Loved Ones

they’re about to leave, when princess is like, “wait, yumiko, you’re on here, that’s weird huh?”

sure enough, yumiko is on the wall, with a note from ig her sister

the scene ends with yumiko going, “guys...i can’t leave...i have tragic backstory to unveil”

tragic backstory to be continued ig

back in murder metro town, npc and some other npc have stolen all the supplies, there’s a train blocking the track, and a horde of walkers are coming towards them, so things are not going fantastic

they horde is too big to take down, so they start to climb on top of the train car to get away

but dog runs away!

and daryl, being every pet owner ever, is like “gotta go get my dog, guys, try not to get killed while i’m gone, c u soon!” and he ducks under the train and disappears

#priorities

the episode ends with maggie climbing up the train car but getting grabbed by a walker and dangling off the edge, and negan is there and they have a lion king moment where maggie is like, “scar! help me!” and negan is like “long live the king, bitch” and walks away into the shadows, leaving maggie to a potential death

which, while i know isn’t actually going to happen, would be a really fucking funny move on the writers’ part

like, “look, lauren’s back! and now she’s dead, bet you didn’t expect that!”

anyway

my assumption is negan will actually end up helping her up or something, continuing his ambiguous morality bullshit that actually isn’t ambiguous bc he BEAT GLENN TO DEATH WITH A FUCKING BAT WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE IN FRONT OF HIS PREGNANT WIFE

the maggie/negan arch is kind of dumb, but whatevs, i’ll tolerate it, as long as my boy glenn gets justice in the end

anyway, cue credits!

final assessment: good episode. i’m much more interested in commonwealth than the reapers, tho i am hoping that daryl’s personality-less ex turns out to be a monster killing machine with no conscience, that’ll be fun. princess is a gift from god. hershel jr needs his own tv show. needs more carol (and caryl)

the end! going back into my walking dead free chamber! see you next episode!

-diz

#i didn't mean to recap the entire fucking episode lol #sorry #it's to make up for my lack of content lately #or something #anyway #caryl #twd s11ep1 #twd s11 spoilers #dunlap tp

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thevioletcaptain · 4 years

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A years-delayed 13.21 coda, in which Cas uses his grace in ways that it is probably not supposed to be used, and gentle-doms Dean into asking for what he wants.

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It’s been several hours since the rebels split off into groups—half retiring to their sleeping quarters while the others walked with purpose to keep sentry around the camp’s perimeter—and Castiel has made a point to visit every one, speaking with each of them until he understands as much of this place as he possibly can. Just in case.

Castiel supposes that he could have just asked Jack, but despite Sam’s unexpected return he’s been quiet all evening. Almost withdrawn. It makes sense, considering how Sam came to be here and who he’d been forced to bring with him, but it still makes Castiel uneasy. Even after all these years, after his slip-slide into feeling, the emotional discomfort is something he’s not quite accustomed to.

Close to one in the morning, he spots Dean sitting on a log by the remains of a fire at the center of camp, picking idly at the bag of Skittles he’d packed for the trip and referred to as “trail mix” to irritate his brother. Sam is nowhere to be seen now. Dean appears to be doing little more than quietly passing the time.

After what happened this afternoon, Sam’s absence from Dean’s side is noteworthy enough to make Castiel apprehensive about joining him, but he pushes past his reservations and powers ahead. He’d rather sit with Dean in silence than go anywhere else, and though Dean has never said so, he knows that he’s not alone in his preference for spending what little downtime they have together.

Up close, he can see that the fire has burned down to little more than coals and ash. Dean prods at the sole remaining log with a stick, disrupting sparks and dark plumes of smoke that curl up into the night.

As Castiel sits beside him, the log shifts, pressing down into the loamy earth. Dean glances over to look at him. The weak light of the embers casts him in its deep orange glow, reflecting in his eyes, bright as the long-gone sunset. Something in Castiel’s chest settles at the sight.

“You doing okay?” Dean asks, offering the bag of Skittles. Castiel can only shrug as he takes a few and pops them into his mouth.

Almost as soon as he starts chewing, they dissolve into their component parts—citric acid splitting into carbon and hydrogen and oxygen; sucrose molecules breaking down into fructose and glucose. With effort, he focuses on all of them at once and captures a glimpse of the intended taste, just for a moment, before an unfathomable number of branched chain starch molecules unravel on his tongue, overwhelming the bright flavor he’d briefly enjoyed.

He’s been working on this. Testing things, training himself to taste the sum and not the parts. It’s a work in progress, but it’s one that he’s resolved to see through until it’s an automatic process.

“Relatively,” he says, and swallows the candy before he has to taste it any longer. “How are you?”

“Relatively,” Dean parrots, folding the bag up and poking it into his jacket pocket. “What a day, huh?”

“Mm.”

“Where’s Sam?”

“With Mom and Jack. Sleeping. Don’t think he wanted to be alone while he’s in the camp.”

Dean doesn’t gesture toward the place they designated to hold Lucifer overnight, but Castiel looks toward it anyway. He imagines he can feel his brother’s cold, prickling energy down to the tips of his fingers. Like frostbite. He frowns and turns back to Dean; tries to soak in his warmth instead.

“You should get some rest, too,” he says.

“Yeah, probably. Tomorrow’s gonna be a bitch.”

“Even by our standards,” Castiel agrees.

Dean huffs, his mouth ticking up to the right, and scuffs his heel in the dirt. Castiel watches as he picks idly at the log they sit upon; the twitch in his cheek as he hisses and inspects his index finger before raising it to his mouth. The shape of his lips as he tries to suck a splinter loose from where it's buried itself beneath his fingernail.

“Damnit,” Dean mutters, pulling his hand back to look at it with a frown.

“Here.”

Reaching out, Castiel catches Dean’s wrist in one hand and his fingers in the other, expending a shimmering wisp of grace to work the splinter free. He’s not sure what compels him to make such a show of it — he could have healed the minuscule injury from where he’s sitting without touching Dean at all — but he can’t help himself.

At some point, years ago, his duty to help Dean and his desire to be close to him got all tangled up. He can no longer recall when he’d started healing him through unnecessary touch, but it’s the singular selfish thing that he does, and he’s not planning on stopping unless Dean tells him to.

The splinter falls silently to the dirt at their feet. Castiel curls the tip of his index finger against the tiny puncture in Dean’s skin, directing his grace as it knits back together.

Beside him, Dean lets out an unsteady breath, and a pulse of love stretches out from his soul to brush against Castiel’s true form. If he’s being truly honest with himself, this is another major reason why Castiel allows himself to touch him in moments like this; he knows that Dean enjoys it as much as he does.

Despite all his half-hearted blustering about personal space, Dean is a tactile person, and the moments when Castiel heals him are the moments when his heart is the most open. When he lets himself feel the way he feels without holding back, just for a breath or two. It’s enough. It’s always been enough.

But now—the feeling draws out longer than usual, shifting to something closer to hunger, to desire, and Dean’s fingers flex a little in Castiel’s hand. When Castiel starts to pull away they turn to gently grip him back. And this…

This is new.

Not the feeling—that has been there for years, poorly concealed and just below the surface—but the action that echoes it. Dean has never done something like this, and Castiel has never been brave enough to try it himself. He’s still not, he realizes as he looks down at their hands tangled together and tries to strategize a safe response.

He’s got no ideas, so he doesn’t move. Couldn’t move if he tried.

“Y’know,” Dean says, interrupting his thoughts with his voice pitched low, and Castiel glances back up to see that his pupils are blown wide. Apprehensive. Tense. Aroused, Castiel’s mind supplies, and he pushes the thought away just in time for Dean to make him wonder if he’d been too hasty in rejecting it. “I don’t think I can stand to be alone tonight, either.”

There’s a clear, deliberate weight to Dean’s words, and although Castiel recognizes it for what it is almost immediately, he hasn’t got the slightest clue how he’s expected to address it. How could he? They’ve kept such a delicate balance for so long that even this one sentence feels monumental. It’s as though Dean has casually dropped an anchor onto a scale that would have been thrown off kilter by a feather, and now he’s just sitting here, acting as though he hasn’t just thrown out the entire rule book of their relationship.

Castiel is afraid to respond at all. He wishes he wasn’t, but fear compounded by habit is hard to shake.

“I could watch over you,” he offers eventually, hating himself for taking the easy way out even as he says it, and waiting for the inevitable refusal. Dean exhales as he slowly pulls his hand away and shifts his gaze back to the glowing embers.

“Aren’t you tired, Cas?”

“I’m running a little low on grace, but—”

“No, I mean—aren’t you tired of… of this.” He waves between them with an open hand, the movement far too casual to be anything but calculated, and glances back to meet Castiel’s eyes. “We could die tomorrow.”

“You could say that about every day, for us.”

“Yeah, but,” Dean huffs. “Look, can we just—”

Pushing to his feet, Dean takes a few steps away before turning back to look at Castiel, his hands tense at his sides, clenching into fists and releasing, over and over as though he needs the movement to keep from… something. Castiel isn’t sure what. But his eyes are pleading. Begging Castiel to meet him halfway.

Castiel wants to. He’s just trying to figure out how.

“Can we skip this part?” Dean asks.

“What do you—”

“The—” Dean briefly lifts his hands, then lets them fall helplessly back to his sides. “The… I don’t know, man. The freakin’ confessions. The discussion. The… the whole what now thing. All that bullshit.” He looks up at Castiel. “Can we just skip it?”

Castiel blinks, slow.

“You mean—”

“I mean I’ve had enough, Cas. I’m tired, and I don’t— I don’t see the point in ignoring this anymore. I haven’t really seen the point in a while. Didn’t want to rock the boat, I guess, but now…”

“But now you’re tired.”

“Yeah.”

“So you’re rocking the boat.”

Dean doesn’t respond to the question directly; just looks at Castiel with a determination in his eyes that leaves no room for misunderstanding, and says, “I’m going to bed. You should come with me.”

He doesn’t wait for a reply. Doesn’t even pause to see if his assumption that Castiel understands his meaning is correct.

Castiel is surprised at his confidence. Not because he’s wrong to have it, but because even though this thing that’s been growing between them for near on a decade has been more difficult to deny with every passing year, even though Castiel has been able to feel Dean’s longing for him as sharply as he’s been able to feel his own, Dean has still never acknowledged it in any concrete way.

For his own part, Castiel has given him more openings than his pride would like him to admit, but Dean’s played things so close to his chest the entire time that Castiel has always assumed he didn’t want to deal with it at all.

He just didn’t think they’d ever get here.

There’s always been something in the way. An apocalypse, a near death, an actual death. Something. When he came back from the Empty, miraculously alive again against all odds, he’d thought to himself, it’s now or never, and Dean had barreled into him, fingers pressed to the back of his neck as they’d embraced in a dimly lit alleyway, and Castiel had felt love radiating from him like light from a star, and still nothing had changed.

So, never, he’d thought. He’d made his peace with it. Being near Dean was enough, if being with Dean was not an option.

But now—

Dean is already nearing the dilapidated mess hall he’s been set up in for the night—the camp only has so much space for sleeping quarters—and Castiel hurries to catch up. He slips through the door behind him and into the dark.

Inside, the main room is cluttered and overfull with folding tables.

A dozen or so chairs are stacked along the walls, and the faint scent of instant coffee lingers in the air. Ahead, Dean maneuvers through a tight gap between tables toward a dark red door. When they make their way inside, it’s to find a cramped storeroom, where a thin bedroll and blanket has been set out for Dean on the floor alongside several unlabelled boxes and a shelf of cleaning supplies. His backpack sits at one end like a makeshift pillow.

Near the ceiling, there’s a single narrow window, and the moonlight that filters through its dusty pane catches on the buttons on Dean’s jacket, reflects bright in his eyes as he turns to look back at Castiel.

Years ago, in a similarly cramped storeroom in the Rexford Gas n Sip, Castiel had knelt on the floor to gather his things while Dean waited outside in the Impala, and wondered if perhaps one of them would be brave enough to ask for a single room at the motel they were headed toward.

He’d known already, even then, that what they felt for each other was far beyond the limits of friendship. Had felt it for a long time before that night, too, though it had taken an abrupt fall from Heaven and a brand new soul grown under the worst possible circumstances for him to truly understand what it meant.

But just for a few minutes, kneeling in that storeroom, he’d thought that perhaps this was the night. That Dean would make his move. That he’d summon the courage to make a move himself.

The way Dean had looked at him earlier that night had him feeling recklessly hopeful, and he’d been halfway convinced that they’d arrive at the Rexford Motor Inn, and their hands would touch as they walked to the room, and some understanding would pass between them.

That they’d fall into one another before they even managed to get through the door.

He’d thought about it in sharp detail. Imagined confessing to Dean, telling him how the first thing he’d felt when the angels stopped falling was the overwhelming desire to hear Dean’s voice. To see him. To hold him. To breathe him in.

How his fledgling soul ached every day that they’d been apart; how he’d realized, finally, that this thing between them was love.

He’d imagined it countless different ways as he pushed to his feet with a plastic bag in his hand, as he left the building and locked the door behind him, as he’d gripped the cool metal of the Impala’s door handle. As Dean’s hand had settled on the back of his seat while they reversed out of the parking space, fingers brushing carelessly against the back of Castiel’s neck.

He’s lost in the memory, still trying to wrap his head around what they’re doing here when Dean laughs aloud. Castiel meets his eyes, and feels the soul tangled up with his grace sing at the sight.

“Sorry,” Dean says, and there’s a touch of wild hysteria in his voice. “Just…” He gestures loosely around them. “Kinda hilarious that this is… we’re basically in a goddamn closet.”

Castiel can’t help but huff out a laugh himself, and Dean’s gaze drops to his mouth. It’s not the first time that’s happened. It’s not even the first time Castiel has noticed. It’s different now, though.

Because this time, Dean doesn’t immediately look away. He doesn’t step back or crack a joke or lash out or deflect. He looks at Castiel’s mouth, and he keeps on looking. And looking. And looking. Castiel feels as though he might buzz right out of his body if he doesn’t just—

“Dean.”

Dean’s eyes lift to meet Castiel’s, and there’s a shade of reckless humor in them. Something devious and endlessly irritating that makes Castiel want to throttle him for making him wait, even now, when they’re supposedly not doing that anymore.

“Yeah?”

“What are you waiting for?”

The answer, as it turns out, is nothing. Dean grins, and crowds into his space, and kisses him. Just like that.

As though it’s always been this easy. Maybe it has been.

Raising one palm to rest against Castiel’s chest, Dean slides the other into his hair, thumb dragging soft against the back of his ear as he moves him into place, and Castiel lets himself be directed. Lets Dean push him back until he’s pressed firmly against the door. Lets Dean tilt his chin just so, and deepen their kiss.

The memory of Dean’s fingers accidentally brushing against his neck that night in the Impala comes rushing back full force now that Dean is holding him there so purposefully. Kissing him with a hunger that Castiel had resigned himself to thinking would never be sated.

Even now, he’s still not sure it will be. Dean is kissing him, but Castiel still longs for him as though they aren’t pressed flush together.

Castiel isn’t sure if his perception is skewed by love, but as Dean’s lips part, he decides that despite the molecules, Skittles taste better on Dean’s tongue, and it suddenly feels incredibly important that Dean knows. Not about the Skittles, but the rest. Everything.

Can we skip it? Dean had asked, but now that they’re here, Castiel realizes that doesn’t want to.

They’ve avoided talking for years, and as Dean put it—Castiel is tired.

With his hands on Dean’s waist, working under his jacket to pull him closer still even as he breaks their kiss, Castiel does what he hadn’t been brave enough to do in Rexford. He tells Dean the truth.

[keep reading on ao3]

#deancas fic #destiel fic #destiel fanfic #deancas fanfic #cass writes fic #here have some smut

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facelessfrey · 3 years

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Roswell New Mexico - Season 3, Episode 11

Definitely not my favorite episode of the season and I continue to be super confused about many things but it had some good moments.

While I was happy to get Rosa back this week, I hated that we lost Kyle, Alex and Maria (And Greg and Anatsa). What I hate more is that the show just straight up ignores their existence when they’re missing for an episode. Like why not have some follow up to last week and at least have Michael mention having to leave Alex to come meet everyone or something and that he’s going back to Deep Sky or some such. Or maybe he and Kyle are working on another angle or something. Maybe some explanation of where Maria is. Does she have to work? Something? I just hate that they all just don’t exist.

Also, while I was happy to have Rosa back and involved again, I did not ever need to see Wyatt again. And I completely fail to understand the point of that whole plot tangent. And why was Kyle the only person who ever knew about the Wyatt thing if it was going to be a thing. I feel like Isobel shouldn’t have been surprised. Why don’t these people talk to each other? Sometimes people like Greg just magically know all the alien secrets because they apparently found out off screen and sometimes we get this. And this is why I’m always confused about who knows what because you never know which you’ll get. But really, I just don’t understand the point of Wyatt this season. They magically cured him of his racism so....he could make Rosa feel like she could change? Umm...that’s a bunch of bullshit. So he could distract his family so Isobel could find her sword? Pretty sure it could have been hidden literally anywhere else or the family could have not been around. So he could mail Rosa’s application? Uhh...pretty sure they could have achieved that any other way. I also like the fact that he apparently just left during those episodes he was off screen? Were they going to tell us that? I mean...it clearly doesn’t matter anyway but still...just why was Wyatt a thing at all? Sigh.

I did at least like seeing Dallas more involved. Although that was a whole lot of exposition he was responsible for explaining, along with Jones to Liz. They have to figure out a better way to do this kind of thing than these massive info dumps late in the season. I mean this was nowhere near as bad as season 2 but still. I did at least like that Dallas wasn’t secretive about maybe needing to kill Max and just straight up told him. And I like that we at least got a tiny bit of Dallas grappling with the whole alien thing in this episode as a follow up to last week. It’d be nice if we saw Max reacting to literally anything going on. How does he feel about Dallas showing up? How does he feel about Jones being Michael’s father? Just...so many things.

I did at least enjoy that we briefly got the og pod squad back at the end there when they were going to take down Jones. That was nice. And that they were both understanding of Michael admitting his abilities.

Speaking of Michael, his scene with Sanders was of course my favorite of the episode. I really wish we got more of Sanders all the time. I just want more of him and more of Arturo. Give these characters their dad figures damnit. They clearly need them. Sanders was great in that scene with Michael. Also made me really wish we got that conversation Michael referenced when talking to Alex.

I also liked the scenes with Isobel and Rosa a lot. I really do like their friendship. I hated that it was partly about Wyatt but I did enjoy Rosa’s excitement over Isobel’s new power and just them continuing to support each other. It’s lovely.

I was kind of a bit bored by Jones laying out his past evil plans and his current ones, which meant the Liz and Heath stuff was also a bit boring. I mean it was fine but I can’t say I was gripped until everyone showed up at the end.

Isobel looked like a badass with her sword, especially that spinny knee move.

Jones locking them all in his mind at the end just felt a bit like they were just making up the rules as they went along but uhh...sure, I guess we’ll see where this goes.

So for next week...

I hope we’re done forever with this Wyatt nonsense. I hope we get everyone back and no one misses either of these episodes because I’m over that. I still wonder if that whole Maria’s vision plot is going to actually come back because I still don’t get the point of that? Will the Roswell Regiment have any further part to play or was that irrelevant too and merely there to help check some social justice boxes? Will we get to see Anatsa and Greg and get any further insight into their relationships with Isobel and Maria? Will Isobel and Anatsa finally get to kiss? Will Anatsa be a relevant character at all in the end or just randomly there? Will she be back next season? Will anyone acknowledge that Michael and Alex are together? Will Greg and Alex ever have another scene together? Same goes for Kyle and Rosa. Will we ever really find out what the fuck Deep Sky is? Will Ramos be more relevant? Will we be done with Max’s life being in jeopardy after this season? Please? Will anyone actually get killed off? Just...so many questions...

I feel like the final two episodes of a Roswell season usually feel like regular Roswell on crack so I’m a little afraid of next week but we shall see!

(Now I just have to find a way to covertly watch the episodes tuesday morning before forced family socializing...sigh...I hate this double episode thing. Such a bad week for it)

#roswell new mexico #roswell nm #roswell nm reviews #rnm S3e11

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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years

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TRUE COLORS ~ Ch. 1

Summary:

Maya is the sister of Gary Kayes, the Chicken Feed food truck owner, and from time to time, she helps him out. Everything seems to be as usual until a certain android comes along.

Suddenly, she sees herself faced with the task to explain emotions to an android who seems to be kinda lost in the world.

Pairing: DBH!Connor x OC!Maya

Words: 1.450

Warnings: small cursing? (It's Hank you know....)

A/N: So, this is my first series for DBH. I hope you enjoy it, guys. Feedback is always appreciated. Have fun :)

It was raining… again… well, as always…

As Maya looked at the gray sky, she asked herself how much water could be held in clouds generally AND if Detroit was the only place on earth where it rained so much. The weather forecast already announced snow coming the next few days. Different weather phenomenon, still wet. Maya was sure she could already smell the upcoming weather change in the air. There was something special before it started to snow.

Gary, Maya's older brother and the proud owner of the Chicken Feed, greeted the next customer Pedro and brought her out of her thoughts back into reality.

As Pedro spotted Maya, he greeted her with a wide, winning smile, showing off his white teeth and curved one brow what should look like flirting she guessed.

"What a beautiful sight for sore eyes. You should show up more often, sweetheart."

"Come on, bro. You already know that: no flirting with my baby sister.", Gary said playfully very serious.

"Yeah.. yeah… yeah... Calm down Gary, you just think no one would ever be good enough for her."

"Because it's the truth.", Gary said convinced but with a smirk on his lips.

"Excuse me, brother, but do I have to say something about it, as well?", Maya asked with crossed arms and one tapping feet. Gary turned his head slowly into her direction and pretended to think.

"No, not really.", Gary admitted grinning and shook his head. Maya rolled with her eyes and caught sight of a familiar, old car that had just arrived: Hank Anderson. He came over for his usual lunch break. It seemed to be a day like everyone else. Hank left the car and crossed the street, almost hit by an independent driving taxi.

"Hey, Hank. The usual?", Gary asked as the older man stood in front of the truck. Hank nodded.

"Hey, Hank! Long time no see."

"Hey, Maya. Good to see you.", Hank greeted her with a smile.

"Plastic with you?", Gary asked as he saw the android sitting in Hank's car. Maya looked curiously into the same direction and tried to catch a glance at it. The android left the car and crossed the street to reconnect with its partner.

"Only temporary.", Hank answered after he gave Pedro a small amount of money for the next bet. Pedro waved goodbye and left. The android stood behind Hank and waited patiently. Hank needed a moment to realize that the android was behind him.

"Oh, god damnit!", Hank cursed as he noticed the android next to him. The android was soaked by the pouring rain but it didn't seem to care at all.

"You don't have to follow me around like a poodle!", Hank grunted but the android didn't seem to be impressed.

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant, but my instructions are very clear.", the android answered. Maya noticed its smooth voice. She liked the sound of it and was intrigued immediately.

"Your new partner, Hank?", Maya asked very interested and looked at the android with a smile.

"Yeah...Unfortunately.",Hank muttered under his breath and rolled annoyed with his eyes.

"Don't listen to him. Hank's always a bit moody. I'm Maya. What’s your name?", she introduced herself to the android because she knew no one else would do it. It looked at her, inclining its head to the side. In that moment, she noticed the incredible warm shade of his soft brown eyes. As the light incided into them, she even noticed a hint of gold.

"My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by CyberLife.", he introduced himself politely.

"Nice to meet you, Connor.", Maya said smiling. The android watched her curiously, nodded and showed a soft smile as if he was imitating her behavior.

"Since when are you Hank's partner? I haven't seen you around here before."

"Officially, I became his partner today. But we already worked together yesterday."

“Every second is far too long.”, Hank muttered.

"Ignore him. He doesn't mean it like this.”

“Yes, I do!”, Hank insisted but Maya waved his complaint aside with her hand before she focused back on Connor.

“And how's working with Hank, so far? I hope it's not too challenging.", Maya asked and leant out of the truck while she listened to Connor with interest.

"I'm programmed to adjust to unpredictable human behaviour-"

"Here you go.", Gary said a bit louder than necessary and gave Hank the ordered food and drink to cut off the android. He shoved Maya out of the way to stop her conversation with Connor. Hank took the food and walked to the next table.

"Hey! Don't leave this thing here!", Gary shouted.

"Don't worry. It follows me everywhere.", Hank said. Connor looked after his partner excused himself from Maya politely and followed Hank as promised.

"See.", Hank said, pointing out. Maya turned back to work but now and then, she glanced over to the place where Connor stood, talking with Hank. She wasn't very good at hiding her curiosity because slowly, Gary appeared into her field of view and stood next to her.

"What are you staring at?", Gary asked as he saw that Maya was distracted by something.

"W-what? Nothing!", she hurried to say and turned away.

"Don't lie to me, little sister. Your attention has faded since this plastic thing appeared."

"Don't call him that! That's rude."

"And you shouldn't refer to it as him. That's rude to real living beings."

"I can't believe that you say things like this!"

"Maya, I don’t want to have this kind of conversation again with you!"

"Yeah...right...because you won't ever change your opinion.", she muttered annoyed.

"That's right.", Gary said seriously and turned back to the next customer.

Once again, Maya was distracted by the android. He spoke with Hank about something even if Hank didn't seem to be delighted about it. There were snippets she heard about calories in the food and a question about a highway earlier this day. Maya heard how Connor asked if Hank might want to know something about the android. Immediately, Maya had several questions in her mind she would like to ask. Hank shook his head but stopped and asked something about the androids goofy appearance and weird voice. Maya couldn't understand this point of view. Both were things she already liked about the android.

Maya was indeed fascinated by Connor. He was tall with a slim figure. His brown hair was looking soft with one hair flip falling into his face. Maya imagined how smoothly it would be if she would slide her fingers through it. Maybe it was as soft as feathers. She had never seen an android like him before with his fancy suit and friendly, polite appearance. Maybe humans would trust him more easily because he looked so...cute? CyberLife really outdone themself with this model.

"Come on! Stop that shit!", Gary muttered under his breath more angry as he saw Maya's glance at the android as it crossed the street to go back into Hank's car. Maya made a face and stuck out her tongue to her older brother.

Then, she had an idea. She took a cardboard cup and filled it with Hank's favorite lemonade: pineapple passion. She took the cup, put a straw in it and left the food truck under Gary’s observing glance.

"Here you go.", Maya said and placed the drink in front of Hank.

"Thanks but I.. I didn't order this."

"I know.. I-It's on the house.", Maya said and looked over to the car where Connor sat with closed eyes.

"Maya?"

"Y-yeah?", she responded...a bit too late. Hank noticed that and watched the young woman with a raised brow. He looked from her to his car and back at her.

"What's so interesting over there?", he asked even if he already knew the answer.

"Uhm, oh...nothing."

"Bullshit. You're watching the android, aren't you?", Hank stated and watched how Maya's cheeks turned slightly pink.

"Uhm.. w-what? No! No, of course not!", Maya chuckled nervously but Hank saw that it was a white lie.

"Maya?", Hank asked more serious to build a bit of pressure on the young woman.

"Connor seems to be nice.", she admitted low.

"This piece of plastic?", Hank asked confused with a hint of annoyance in his voice. Maya noticed it and frowned why everyone seemed to despise the android.

"I like him.", she admitted with a shrug and was about to leave but looked one last time to the car. Hank watched her closely. Two more times, the young woman looked over at his car before she bumped into the corner of the truck and finally, she disappeared inside.

#connor #dbh connor #dbh connor x reader #detroit connor #detroit become human connor #dbh connor fluff #connor dbh #detroit become human #fandom #fanfic #fanfiction #writing

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elsanna-shenanigans · 3 years

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April Contest Submission #20: Waves and Wonders

Words: ca. 2,500 Setting: mAU Lemon: no CW: mentions of drinking, minor injury

After two years of moving thousands of miles away from home, Elsa learned only one thing about herself: that she would never be able to avoid the love she has for her sister. She couldn’t get rid of the sinful feelings, no matter how far the distance she tries to put in between them. The yearning Elsa has for her sister, Anna, grows stronger with each passing day, and it terrifies her beyond measure. Nevertheless, she is determined to not let her fear ruin what she’s got planned for her sister’s birthday. She asked Anna what she would like for her twenty-first birthday, and Anna’s response was to spend time with her, so Elsa has been busy planning this mini-vacation for the two of them.

Elsa checks her phone for the hundredth time to see if there’s a new message from Anna. She offered to meet Anna at the airport, but her sister had insisted that she’s an adult now and can get to the hotel all by herself.

After staring at her phone intently for a few seconds or minutes, she doesn’t know anymore, a text from Anna finally arrives: Be there in 5!

The text makes her feel both nervous and excited. It’s silly but knowing that she will see her sister again after two years makes her ridiculously happy, and she smiles to herself. She slips her phone into her back pocket and heads down to the lobby to wait for Anna.

The first thing Elsa notices as she steps out of the elevator is how busy it is at the hotel today. She had suggested a less touristy spot like a cabin in the wood where they could enjoy playing board games and catching up on their favorite shows, but Anna emphasized that she wants to spend her vacation near a beach with lots of sunshine and ice cream, so they settled for San Diego, which was only a 2-hour drive for Elsa, and a 6-hour plane ride for Anna.

Elsa makes her way across the lobby, and just as she got to the front desk area, she felt a light tap on her shoulder. Startled, she turned around. And there she is, her little sister is beaming at her, that cheerful, infectious grin Anna seems to reserve only for her.

“Boo!” said Anna, still grinning.

“You know, giving your sister a heart attack at the start of a vacation isn’t the smartest idea,” Elsa said teasingly.

“Oh, come here you.”

Anna pulls her in for a hug she didn’t know she’d miss so much. Elsa hugs her back tightly.

“I miss you so much, sis,” said Anna.

“I miss you too, Anna,” Elsa whispers.

They continue their embrace for another minute or so before Elsa pulls back and reaches for Anna’s luggage.

“Wanna check out the room before we head out for some tacos and soft-serve ice cream?”

Anna gives her the biggest smile. “Yes!”

The taco shack that Elsa had found through Yelp only took the girls a ten minutes walk to get there. They settled for the table tucked at the very corner of the restaurant so they could be further away from the noises and have some quality time to catch up and enjoy their lunch.

“So, how’s work, Elsa?” Anna asks before taking a bite of the fish taco.

“It’s fine,” Elsa responds with a shrug.

Anna gave her a skeptical look. “Huh… that’s an interesting response. I was definitely expecting something more positive than it’s fine.”

“What do you mean?” she asks quietly, dreading where this conversation is heading.

Anna didn’t give her a response right away. Instead, she took a sip of soda and another bite before she mumbles through a mouthful, “Well, you did leave us for this job two years ago; it was so out of the blue, I thought that this is your dream job or something.”

“Anna, I—” Her response was interrupted by a young brunette with an apologetic look on her face.

“Sorry to interrupt your conversation,” said the brunette. “Would it be okay if my friend and I share this table with the two of you? All the other tables are taken, and we see there are two spots left here.”

Elsa looks at Anna, who gave her a shrug, and back at the brunette. “Yes, of course.”

“Thank you so much,” the woman takes a seat next to Elsa, and her friend takes the last seat next to Anna. “I’m Rapunzel, and this is Meg,” said the brunette.

The sisters gave the women a polite smile before they continued with their food in silence.

After a couple minutes of awkward silence, Elsa reminds herself that this isn’t the time for any weirdness and that the goal of this vacation is to enjoy their time together. “So, what do you want to do next?”

“Hm… I’ve always wanted to try beach volleyball,” Anna tells her.

“We need four people for beach volleyball… what about—”

“Rapunzel and I are looking for another pair for beach volleyball if the two of you would like to join,” Meg cuts in.

Elsa closes her eyes and exhales slowly; she could feel her irritation slowly forming, questioning why these strangers kept interrupting them. Still, she pushes her annoyance aside for the time being. “What do you think, Anna?” she asks instead. “We’ve got enough people now.”

When her sister gave her a smile and nodded excitedly, she almost forgot why she was annoyed in the first place.

The four of them make their way to the beach after lunch and split up into two teams. Elsa doesn’t like the idea that Meg gets to decide the teams, and she especially does not like that Meg had paired herself with Anna.

Rapunzel, to Elsa’s surprise, possesses exceptional quickness and agility in her movements. For each time she missed the ball, Rapunzel would spring up from behind her, returning the ball to the other team with force.

“Ready, Elsa?” ask Rapunzel as she picks up the volleyball as it’s their turn to serve.

Elsa gives her partner a nod, feeling guilty that her focus is not on the game at all. Instead, her focus is set on the other side of the net. She couldn’t stop the irritation that spread through her when she saw Meg giving Anna a high five and saying things that made Anna smile. She wishes she could be on the other side and be the one to put a smile on her sister’s face.

Gosh, she really needs to shake off these unhealthy thoughts and set her focus back into the game, she thought to herself.

“Elsa, look out!” she heard Anna yell out before she was knocked to the ground by the damn volleyball.

She must have blacked out for some moments because when she could finally feel her surroundings again and open her eyes, Anna is already beside her.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re okay,” said Anna before she turns to Meg, “It’s not nice to aim the ball at people!”

Meg takes a step back and puts her hands above her head, “Wow, I promise that was not intentional,” said Meg. “I’m sorry, Elsa, are you okay?”

Elsa nods as she slowly gets up from the ground. She catches the concerned look in Anna’s eyes. “I’m okay. Really,” she says with a smile. “It wasn’t Meg’s fault. I really shouldn’t have spaced out so much during such an intense game.”

“And the award for Spaced out Queen goes to… Miss Elsa.” Rapunzel teases.

The sisters bid their farewell after thanking Rapunzel and Meg for spending the afternoon with them and headed back to the hotel.

They spend the rest of their afternoon catching each other up on the events that happened since Elsa left. Anna did most of the talking, of course, but Elsa doesn’t mind it at all. Her stories were more interesting than Elsa’s anyway.

Later that evening, Anna suggests that they head down to the bar for some drinks so she could make good use of her ID now that she’s twenty-one.

When the bartender approaches them for their drink orders and asks to see their ID, Anna was happy to comply.

Elsa chuckles at her sister’s silliness. Oh, how much she’s missed this, Elsa thought to herself. She couldn’t help but wonder how different things would be if they are not sisters. Or better yet, if she could crush this feeling of guilt into a million pieces every time it makes its way through Elsa’s head when she thinks about Anna.

She must have spaced out for some time because she notices two familiar faces at their table when she snaps out of it. God damnit! These people are like cockroaches, Elsa thought to herself.

“You really are the Queen of Spacing Out,” Rapunzel comments as she takes a sip of her drink.

“Oh, hi,” Elsa mumbles.

“So, Anna, you were saying something about computer viruses?” asks Meg.

“Oh yes, did you know that you’re more likely to get a computer virus from visiting religious sites than porn sites?” Anna said proudly. “I learned it from my computer science class.”

“I call bullshit; that can’t be true,” Meg chuckles.

Elsa watches the interaction between the two, finding it harder to ignore the distress she feels with every passing moment.

“So Anna, do you have any plans for tomorrow night?” Meg asks.

This is too much for her. Elsa could sense her anxiety bubbling up, and she must get away before she breaks down in public, worst of all, in front of her sister.

“I got to go,” she announced before rushing out of the bar.

She heard Anna calling after her, but she didn’t stop. She can’t stop. But she wasn’t fast enough, because Anna caught up to her.

Stepping in front of her, Anna reached for her hands and held on to them tightly.

“Elsa, what’s wrong?”

Feeling a lump forming in her throat, not trusting her own voice, she shakes her head instead.

“You’re shaking,” Anna noted, “Was it something I said? Are you okay?”

“No,” she whispers, looking down at the ground to avoid making eye contact with her sister.

Without another word, Anna pulls her away from the lobby area, out the nearest door, and towards the beach, which was just across the street from the hotel.

She notices the beach has gotten less populated with the dawn of the early evening as Anna continues to lead them towards the east side of the beach. Anna stops once they’re far away enough from the tourists. She lets go of her hand then as they turn to face the beach. They remain silent for some time.

After watching the steady rhythm of the ocean waves hitting the sand repeatedly for what seems like forever, Elsa feels herself calm down a bit.

Few more moments pass by before Anna grabs her shoulder, turning her around so they could face each other, forcing her to make eye contact she’s been avoiding.

“What is it, Elsa? Why are you shutting me out again?” Anna asks quietly.

“I… I’m not,” she began, finding it difficult to speak. “I’m a messed up person,” she whispers.

Anna remains quiet, so she continues.

“I’m so sorry, Anna,”

“Why are you sorry?”

She takes a deep breath and continues, “You’re my sister, I can’t—” her voice broke. “I thought by putting some distance between us would make it disappear, and I really believed that it had worked. But when you gave me that hug in the lobby this morning, when I saw Meg getting close to you and her asking you out…” she let out a shaky sigh. “I can’t have feelings toward my own sister. It is wrong, but I can’t help it, no matter how I try to conceal these wicked feelings. I just can’t…” She looks down at the sand, getting overwhelmed by her feelings.

“But I can,” Anna said softly. “And maybe… maybe that’s enough for now.”

Elsa met her sister’s eyes, giving her a confused look.

“Let me start over,” Anna suggests. “I’m going to ask you some simple yes or no questions. You don’t even have to speak— just nod or shake your head, okay?”

Elsa nods slightly.

“Is this about what happened at your birthday party two years ago?”

She nods.

“You didn’t move across the country because you found your dream job, but because you want to run away from your feelings, right?”

She nods again.

“Feelings you know are wrong to have for your own sister, but you couldn’t stop it from developing?”

She let out a shaky breath and nod again.

“So… if I deduced this correctly, you’re… in love with me,” Anna asks quietly.

“God, yes, I—” she whispers, feeling a lump forming in her throat again.

“I told you, Anna. I’m a messed up person. I should be the older sister who would be there for you through all life events, but I can’t, because I realized that I… I want to be more than just your sister. Which is why I had to run. I had to keep my distance.”

“You were acting all weird around Meg because you were jealous of her?” Anna continues with her questioning.

Elsa nodded. “I was,” she said. “I couldn’t help but envy her because I want to be able to openly flirt with you, to be able to ask you out on a date. And be able to take you to that fancy restaurant down the street that serves really delicious maple bars that are even better than the chocolate bars you love so much. And after that, we would take a walk around the park, and you could continue to talk about all things you encountered that day while I would enjoy listening to you.”

“And then?” Anna whispers as she takes a step closer.

“And then… I would…” she paused for a few seconds. “wait for the right moment to lean in and kiss you,” Elsa said shyly. She can feel the heat spread from her cheeks.

Anna takes another step towards her. “And I would say yes,” Anna grins. “To everything on your list.”

“But what about—”

Anna cuts her off quickly before she starts going on the spiral path of incest guilt again. “Let’s just take a little break from being sisters for the rest of this vacation, a break from what’s right and what’s wrong; we could deal with the rest later on,” she smiles softly. “But for now, maybe… we could go through the items on your list because they sound pretty good to me.”

Elsa stares at her sister in disbelief. She couldn’t believe what was happening, but if this was her only chance to be with Anna, then she’ll take it.

“I like this idea very much,” said Elsa, feeling a sense of happiness radiating through her veins. Maybe this feeling isn’t so terrifying after all, she thought to herself before reaching out for her sister’s hand.

#elsanna #submission #April 2021 contest #prompt: break

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rosepetalmark · 5 years

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feelings mutual

↬lee taeyong x reader ↬1.7k words ↬this is short and written in one sitting/ barely edited but i hope you somewhat enjoy it!

relationships are tricky when you’re both too scared to share your feelings for one another

You were tired of the missed calls, the lack of texts, missing anything basic someone who was interested in you should be doing in order to grab your attention and show they care.

And it didn’t even clue into that brain of his that not contacting you for almost a week was eating you alive, making you question every word and action you’d presented to him, wondering what you had done wrong.

Obviously nothing, since he continued to send you snapchats and post on his instagram story rather frequently, but knowing something was lacking on both of your ends but doing nothing about it really ate you up.

All you wanted was for him to respond to the last text you sent him, even if it was five days ago, just to show that he still cares and wants to know how you’re doing. But you’re not a character in a Disney channel movie, and you can’t just wish for what you want to magically appear, so your only option was to grow some courage and contact him yourself.

Terrifying, obviously, but you knew you couldn’t remain in this state of mind, or this state of unknowing for a period longer than it’s already been in, because in the end it won’t be helping anyone.

Because you saw a beautiful, intimate future with Taeyong, and you needed to see if he was on the same page, and calling him seems like the only straightforward way you’d find out if he feels the same.

Your fingers were trembling as they hovered over the call button under his contact name, nervously wanting to lock your phone and throw it somewhere you wouldn’t be able to find for hours, because the thought of him saying he doesn’t want to see you again makes you sick to your stomach.

But somehow the gods of courage mustered up their magic and emitted it into your bones, because without even realizing you pressed “Call” and all you were presented with was your anxiety, and the ringing on his end, desperately waiting for him to pick up.

Six rings in, you were getting restless, so close to hanging up, assuming he just saw your name pop up and decided he didn’t want anything to do with you anymore. So when you heard the ringing stop, you already accepted where you stood and were ready to cry a little and then move on with life, but the sound of a little cough and a groggy “Hello” had your thoughts do a complete one eighty.

Fuck. You clearly didn’t think through what you would talk to him about, and here you are, your mind left blank.

“Oh, um hi,” you whispered, not even sure if your soft voice was audible on his end, because you certainly didn’t know what jumbled out of your nervous mouth.

Sighing, he took a few moments to say something, leaving the line full of tense air between the two of you. All you heard was ruffling, which prompted you to think you woke him up. It was almost midnight after all.

God damnit, not only do you seem clingy for calling late at night, but an ass who has no consideration for others sleep schedules.

“It’s late, I’m sorry,” you rush, biting your nails in the process because the thought of him getting upset at you right now on top of your anxiety surrounding your relationship status with him has you a mere four seconds away from crying.

“No no, it’s fine,” he says, the grogginess once present in his voice now gone. “How’ve you been?”

Great. Now he’s asking questions rather than acknowledging the fact that there’s been a shift in your dynamic.

“I’ve been okay I guess, just a little busy. How are things with you?”

You’re so awkward. You’ve suddenly lost the ability to hold a stable conversation without creating random small talk, and if you keep this up, you’ll be asking about the weather and ignore the reason why you called in the first place.

And how will he even respond? Will he be upfront and acknowledge your feelings? Or ignore you completely and call it a night, block your number, and forget about your existence for as long as he lives.

Damn, that’d be cruel.

But Taeyong isn’t like that. He’s polite, and warm, and always finds a way to make everything sound and feel comfortable.

He always made sure you had a smile on your faces, and never interrupted you when you were telling dumb stories about your childhood. He was attentive and soft and such an incredible human being who you want to call your boyfriend so badly, but not knowing for sure if he wants the same is breaking your heart, little by little.

“Pretty okay I guess, not much ha-,” he started to say, but your urge to know his thoughts and feelings took over the instant he opened his mouth. You couldn’t wait any longer.

“I have to ask you something, and please don’t bullshit your answer. I’m not trying to be invasive or annoying, but not knowing what either of us are feeling is eating me alive.”

“Shoot.”

Silence. All you could hear were your eyelashes blinking, and your rapid heart race now that you got his attention. It may be only you and him on the line, but it feels as if you’re about to pour your heart and soul out to all of the earth’s seven billion inhabitants.

“Look, I like you. A lot. And I know we never explicitly discussed what we wanted or where we want things to go, but I was just wondering if you felt the same way too?” you blurted out, practically out of breath by the time the sentence left your mouth.

Chuckling, he took a few seconds to respond, the gulp in his throat rather loud against his phone’s microphone and into your phone’s speaker. “You sound nervous”.

“Well, yeah, why wouldn’t I be? I practically just told you that I like you and want to be with you but I don’t know where we stand because we never discussed what we are, let alone the fact that you haven’t contacted me the last few days so I assumed you wanted nothing to do with me.”

“You’re funny.”

Was he serious right now? You wanted answers, not short, witty responses that only seemed to amuse him!

“And you’re being rude by not acknowledging my feelings and answering my question” you deadpanned, because if he was only here to waste your time, you’d rather it be short and to the point, rather than prolonged. The less detail, the less you’ll have to think about in case of the event of having to learn to move on.

“I know, and I’m sorry for that,” he sighs, taking a breath before continuing on with his speech. “I like you a lot too, I just didn’t know how to express my feelings to you. Texting would be informal, over the phone would be nerve-wracking, and I guess I didn’t ask to hang out and tell you because I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same.”

“Wait, really?”

“Um, yeah? I know I have a handsome face but you’ve spent time with me, you know I’m awkward and don’t want to put myself in situations where I’ll get hurt. It’s dumb, I know, and I should have told you instead of just going silent, but hopefully you’ll give me that chance to show you that I’m better than that,” he sighed, as if a giant weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

You could tell he was being genuine, because everything he said to you was true. He hates confrontation, and only wants the best for others. He’s told you multiple times that he’s never really fully delved into the dating scene, and yeah that makes him less experienced than most, but he’s always trying his best to be attentive and understanding of what’s around him, especially you.

And you know you can’t solely blame this all on his, because you too could have contacted him as well. Instead of sitting in your bed listening to sad music, or constantly checking your phone while at work or in class to see if he messaged you, you could have taken it upon yourself to do the same. Relationships are a two way street, and if neither of you are pulling your weight it simply won’t work.

“Thank you Tae, I really appreciate it,” you say softly, wanting him to know that you truly understand and care for what he’s saying to you. “It’s okay though, I was just getting in my head and should have taken your thoughts and feelings into consideration as well. I also could have been the one to text you first as well, but I’m glad my emotions got the best of me and made me frantically call you.”

“I’m glad they did too,” he chuckled. “So we’re okay now?”

“Yeah, we’re okay.”

“Just okay?”

“More than okay. Good. I feel good about us, and where things seem to be heading,” you smile, because even though you know he can’t see it through the line, you know he’s displaying that wide, toothy smile that makes your heart flutter.

“Me too, and I’m beyond glad that you called me. I’ll see you soon, hopefully?” he questioned.

“Most definitely. Now go to sleep, it’s late. Sorry for not using my brain and calling you in the morning instead,” you laugh, just now noticing that you’ve surprisingly been on the phone with him for roughly half an hour.

“Any phone call from you is always worth it. Sweet dreams,” and with that, his voice faded out, and the line went dead.

You weren’t ecstatic, nor were you disappointed. You were content. You were stable, and so was he. Things are going to work out, and you cannot wait to see what the future holds for the both of you.

You like Taeyong, and Taeyong likes you. Now that you both have the confirmation your hearts and minds needed, you’re more than positive that it will only go uphill from here.

#taeyong fluff #lee taeyong #nct scenarios #taeyong scenarios #lee taeyong scenarios #NCT 127 #nct 127 scenarios #nct fluff #superm fluff #i haven't written in so long lmao idk what tags to use

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buckysoldierstories · 5 years

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Not Ready For Love

1/?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Latina!reader, Javier Peña x Latina!reader (love triangle)

Summary: Set after Endgame. You’re the newest addition to the Avengers. After being a Hydra guinea pig, you are left with tattoos and piercings done to you during your time with the corrupted organization. What happens when a certain super soldier seems put off by your appearance and your lack to follow directions?

Warnings: Bucky is kind of an asshole at first, angst, so much smut to come but it’s slow burn for now, enemies to lovers, lots of jealousy to come, mature language, talk of torture, violence...

I made reader Latina because we need more love, damnit! LOL

“Remember, mija. You are no one’s door mat. You are no man’s toy. And you are certainly not to bite your tongue to please people.”

You sat up on your bed, remembering your mother’s tough yet loving words as tears filled your eyes. You had no idea when you had fallen asleep but the sun was shining directly into your room and you had almost forgotten why you were laying in bed in the middle of a work day.

Oh, that’s right. That horrific meeting you had just endured. You had remembered all your teammates’ faces when harsh words were thrown at you. Sam’s, Scott’s, Clint’s, and Bruce’s. The humiliation you were stabbed with when the one person you’ve tried so hard to like you stood there and spat venom at you.

“He didn’t mean it. He never means it.” Sam’s words ring in your head. But this time, it went somewhere it shouldn’t have.

Ever since you were rescued from Hydra and were recruited by Sam as an Avenger, everyone had accepted and loved on you like you’ve been with them forever. Everyone except the Winter Soldier. Especially if you weren’t covered up in hoodies and sweatpants. You were experimented on, tortured, and every other horrible thing imaginable... and your body showed it.

In some places, you had odd piercings, around your back and thighs, you had tattoos and carvings of Russian words that you never learned the meaning of, and on the back of your hand, you had the infamous Hydra emblem; the hideous skull octopus that constantly reminded you of what happened if you cut off one head. Two more will take it’s place. A horrific quote said to you as they drilled the marking on you while a group of vile and corrupted men promised you that there was no escape.

Your memories were interrupted when you heard a knock on your door and you were brought back to reality. You wiped the tears you didn’t even know had escaped your eyes when you heard the one voice you wanted nothing to do with right now.

“It’s-it’s Bucky. Can we talk?”

“Listen, Sam, I can do it! Nat taught me all she knew, I know I can get the intel, and I’m not a bad flirt!” You argued as Sam, Clint and Scott nodded in agreement. “Plus, she’s gorgeous!” Bruce enunciated, Clint laughed as he stretched his arms out as to make you the center of attention during the small mission briefing. Sam laughed and opened his mouth to give approval of you going on the assignment when in chirped someone who had a habit of ‘picking’ on you way too much.

“Eh, her face is okay-ish but the rest of her, the jury is still out on that one.” Bucky said, re-reading the assignment for the thousandth time and never looking up at the small group, feeling like this meeting was the biggest waste of his time. The four men stared at him in annoyance, knowing it wasn’t Bucky if he wasn’t picking a fight with you at some point in the day.

“Dude...” Scott said and you just rolled your eyes, trying your best to ignore the ‘harmless joke’ as you brought your attention back to Sam.

“Barnes, I wasn’t talking to you, pendejo! C’mon, Sam! I got this-“

Bucky dropped the assignment on the table and stood up, unamused by the Spanish curse words you spat at him daily and grabbed his coffee mug as you felt his eyes seeping into your back.

“Nobody wants you flirting with them! I mean what’s your game plan, doll? None. You can’t show off your figure without showing men... you know...” Bucky’s hand motioned to your body as he took a long sip of his coffee and you swallowed hard, feeling humiliated as he very verbally pointed out your biggest insecurities and flaws. “... Not gonna cut it. Get Wanda to do it.” Bucky said before turning on his heel as he mumbled something about being late for another briefing.

“Dude, why is he being such a dick?” Scott said as he and Clint cursed out Bucky but you weren’t paying attention to anything around you anymore. Sam squeezed your hand and told you he’d kick his ass once the meeting was done but you just rolled your eyes and shrugged it off, telling him it didn’t matter.

You stayed quiet and dug your nails into the palm of your hands, hoping Bucky would just leave so you wouldn’t have to hear his voice for the remainder of the day. The silence was short lived when he spoke up again.

“Um, well... Sam said you backed out of the assignment. Just thought that was odd. It’s not in your nature to actually back out of a miss-“ You stopped listening and stood from your bed, anger and embarrassment washing over you once more.

You walked towards the door and opened it, Bucky almost losing his footing as you backed up to look him over. His long locks framed his face and his usual ocean eyes seemed lighter than usual. Did he actually come to apologize? For once he wasn’t frowning your way.

“The fuck do you want, Barnes?” You crossed your arms, disgust plastered on your face and you tried to think back when did you two started hating each other.

He always passed up on sparring with you, training with you, hell, you even overheard a conversation where Bucky told Sam to make sure your room wasn’t near his when you first moved in. It hurt, all of it but you would push through and be the first one to put him in his place. Wanda said it was engraved in you to be hot blooded.

A part of you wondered if he just didn’t trust you; the latest recruit with the Hydra tattoos who was quick to call people out on their bullshit and the first to run into enemy fire.

“I already asked you, why the hell did you back out of the mission?” Bucky mimicked you and crossed his arms over his thick and defined chest, being a good height difference and towering over your frame as to intimidate you into answering. He knew it wouldn’t work, there was too much fire in you.

“Not that it’s any of your damn business but I gave it to Wanda. Why the fuck do you care?” Nobody got your heart to race as hard as Bucky and you hated that. Or maybe it was just him you hated.

“Well, A, it is my damn business because whether you like it or not, Sam isn’t your only boss and whatever reckless decision you make, I need to be in on...” You rolled your eyes and mouthed, ‘Here we go again’, knowing well that it aggravated the shit out of him when you did that.

“Stop calling me reckless, Barnes! I haven’t been reckless on our assignments!!”

“You’re ALWAYS reckless, y/n! What the fuck are you talking about?!” Bucky yelled right back, your hands going up towards him like you wanted to strangle him.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! I’VE DONE NOTHING BUT CONTINUALLY COVER AND SAVE YOUR ASS!” You screamed and you felt your face getting hot as he took a step towards you, meeting you in your heated blow out.

“I NEVER ASKED YOU TO! YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ANYTHING I SAY! YOU’RE A FUCKIN’ LIABILITY TO ME AND I DON’T NEED YOU DISTRACTING SAM OR ANYONE BY BEING YOUR FUCKIN’ BABY SITTER!”

Is that what the team really thought of you? If Bucky thought you a liability, surely they must’ve voiced their opinion as well. It hurt. Everything all at once.

Before you can open your mouth, FRIDAY’s voice rang out in your room, causing a sigh of relief to escape his lips.

“Miss Y/n, Mr. Barnes, a last minute mandatory meeting is being held in ten minutes by Mr. Wilson.”

You looked down at your hand where the Hydra tattoo was and rubbed it subconsciously as the AI spoke, feeling Bucky’d eyes boring holes into you as you waited for him to leave.

“Tell him we’re on our way.” Bucky said, turning and immediately leaving your room, not bothering to close your door.

Fuck, his words stung. You wondered if Bucky just enjoyed breaking you apart. If he really believed you were still Hydra or if he was just that disgusted with you.

You wanted to hurt him. Badly. But you knew there was nothing you could touch him with. Physically, he could overpower you. Emotionally, he was guarded. You’d find Bucky Barnes’ weakness one way or another. Even if it killed you in the process.

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cchellacat · 5 years

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“I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick. It even makes me rhyme. I hate it- I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh; even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call, but mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you; not even close; not even a little bit; not even at all.”

This was my prompt for @littledarlinhavefaithinme 10 Things Challenge. Sorry it’s so late my love xx

Wintershock

Bucky/Darcy

18+

“I hate you!”

“No, you don’t”

“Yes, I do....”

Bucky slides out from under the counter, pulling his hair back and snapping the elastic around it. Darcy stands in the doorway, hands on hips and silently fuming.

“Fine, why do you hate me today Doll?” He drawls it out, Brooklyn accent thickening as he cocks a brow and gives her a slow grin as he prowls closer to her.

Darcy bites her lip trying to stop the smile from forming, fuck it makes her knees weak when he looks at her like that.

“That, right there, that is why.”

Bucky frowns, consternation clear on his face.

“What? What did I do?” He reaches out and catches her wrist, tugging her playfully till she falls against his chest.

“Don’t talk to me like that!” She uses the now close proximity to poke his chest ineffectually with one pointed finger.

“Like what?” Bucky rubs his nose to hers before dipping and stealing a fast hard kiss that makes her moan low in her throat, her whole body now molding itself to his.

“Like you know what I look like naked, damn it!” She pushes away from him as he chuckles into her mouth and he lets her go with a reluctant sigh.

Darcy stomps off, cursing under her breath, Bucky is left feeling slightly confused. To be fair he often feels confused, especially since he started hooking up with Darcy.

He watches her go, hips swaying and licks his lips... he does know what she looks like naked, like a god damn fantasy. He’s determined she’ll give in eventually, let him take her out, date her, do things the right way. He knows she’s everything he ever wanted, but he also knows she’s wary of relationships, scared that if she falls for him he’ll just be another one of the jerks who used her and cast her aside when they were done. It drives him crazy the anyone has used her like that because she’s perfect to him in every way.

Bucky steps off the elevator running vibrainium fingers through his hair, it’s shorter than he’s had it since ‘45. It was strange watching the last of the Winter Soldier fall away as Natalia cut it this morning, like he was shedding his old life, or maybe even reclaiming his first.

He holds a tray of coffee in his free hand as he searches the labs for Darcy. It takes him longer than usual to find her, getting stopped by a half dozen people, most of them staring and smiling at him and trying to flirt, at least till they suddenly seemed to realize who they had come onto, then they’d make excuses to get away.

Darcy finds him before he finds her, the sound of her heels clicking purposefully have him turning to greet her. He’d know that Staccato rhythm anywhere, she walked with a purpose and vitality that exuded confidence, he’s come to appreciate that little twist of heel in her step, it makes him smile just hearing it. She stops in front of him, scowling.

“I hate you!”

“Doll, you wound me,” he brings a hand to his heart, “I brought you coffee.”

He turns on that old Barnes charm and offers her the tray. The way she eyed him actually had him a little unnerved for a moment and he wants to fidget, she always makes him feel this way, like he’s some bug under a microscope being assessed and judged, but she’s been looking more and more confused with each meeting, like she doesn’t understand why the other shoe hasn’t dropped yet, doesn’t get why he keeps coming back no matter how much she pushes him away.

He smiles anyway, tilts his head, taking in the pretty picture she makes in her black dress, it’s all business today which means she’s got meetings with some of the department heads. His girl practically runs the R&D department, there’s not a project she doesn’t oversee and secure funding for and the scientists love having her around, the place would be a mess without her.

Darcy grabs the coffee and glares half-heartedly, red lips pursed, watching as he runs his hand nervously through his hair again. She makes a choked noise and bites her lip.

He kept coming back, kept chasing her, she doesn’t understand why, he’s had her, multiple times, it seemed he’d spring up out of nowhere regularly and it wasn’t just for sex.

He kept bringing her flowers and chocolate and... fuck, he always seemed more interested in making her cum than taking care of himself. If she wasn’t careful she’d get her heart broken. She’d been through this too many times before, men always got bored of her, they only wanted her for sex and she’d come to accept that.

She enjoyed sex, I mean why shouldn’t she? It didn’t have to mean anything and sex with Bucky was insanely good, like, ruined her for all other men good.

Then there was the fact that he wanted to talk to her, listen to what she had to say and would laugh at her stories, always asking for more, it made her nervous. He was slowly turning her world upside down with his sincerity, but he seemed determined to wear her down, to convince her to him a chance... maybe it’s time to stop running.

“You cut your hair.” She stated, shooting a nasty look at Pearl from accounting who sidles past, winking at Bucky as she goes. Darcy reigns in the urge to slap her or make some snippy comment about taking a picture and refocused on Bucky as he shot her a smug smile, damnit. He seemed to know what she was thinking.

“Yeah... Felt like I needed a change.”

“I hate it.” She sounds less certain this time, eyes filling with heat as she really takes in the change. Jesus Christ, he looked hot. All she wanted to do was run her hands through it, maybe give it a hard tug while his mouth was between her legs. She closes her eyes briefly and tries to think of something else.

“You hate my hair sweetheart?”

He knows she doesn’t. Sees the way she curls her tiny fists as though holding back from something.

Darcy rolls her eyes and shakes her head, there was no way she was going to let him see that he was finally getting to her. He has that self-satisfied smirk in place like he thinks he’s won something.

“Did you have to cut it like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you just dropped out of a GQ cover shoot, no one is getting any work done, they’re all too busy staring at you.”

Bucky’s lips lift into a crooked grin, she looks cute when she’s flustered, he can see her resisting the urge to run her own fingers through the new cut.

“Here,” He digs in his pocket and brings out a pack of peanut buttercups, holding them just out of reach.

Darcy swears and reaches for them, he holds then above her, teasing her with her favorite treat.

“Bucky!”

“Thought you hated me Doll...”

“Give me the god damn candy Barnes.”

“Give your best guy some sugar, sugar,”

Darcy presses her lips together, stifling a giggle from the cheeky smile he gives her and stands on tiptoe, kissing his lip's quickly. He grins like he just won a prize and drops the treat into her hand, enjoying the childish glee which suffuses her expression. He grabs her hand in his and she follows along beside him right up until he suddenly scoops her up and tucks them both out of sight inside a supply closet.

Twenty minutes later a disheveled Darcy emerges from the closet, her shirt askew and her hair loose from the bun she’s had it swept into earlier. Bucky follows her out, catching her arm and pulling her back in to steal a soft heady kiss before letting her go again.

“Dinner.” Its a demand, not a question.

Darcy bites her lip, eyes bright and finally, after two months of trying to convince her he was serious about them, she nods her head.

“Saturday night, pick me up at seven.”

Bucky whoops and swings her up not caring a bit that half the techs in the labs were staring at them.

He’s got it, a proper date, he’ll plan the whole thing out. He wants to show her how special she is, that he’s not dating her on a whim or to satisfy some carnal itch, she makes him giddy, the way she smiles, how much she cares, she makes him laugh, to him, she’s everything.

“Jesus Bucky! Not so hard!”

“This damn car’s older than I am.” he gripes, foot pressed to the floor as he wrenches the wheel again, taking them round a corner at speeds Darcy could have lived without.

“I hate you! I am never letting you drive my car again!”

“I love you too Sweetheart, now pass me my gun and hold the wheel.”

Darcy shrieks as the hail of gunfire strikes the back window and does as she’s told. Worst first date ever!

“Would you stop that?”

“Stop what?”

“Staring at me.”

His shoulders rise nearly to his ears as he shrugs uncomfortably and looks away. The tiny confines of the jet make it hard to put any space between them, which is what Darcy had been trying to do since their clusterfuck of a date two weeks ago. Every time she got him cornered he ran, he couldn’t now though.

Eyes cast down again she pretends to read her book. He’d ignored her trying to talk to him when they first boarded, she’d given up trying an hour later when it seemed all she was going to get were noncommittal grunts.

This time only ten minutes pass before she feels the weight of his eyes on her again.

“What?” The demanding tone ricochets in the tiny compartment like shrapnel.

Blue on blue caught stubbornly as his mouth tightens in a thin line.

“Nothing.” He finally mutters, looking away, fingers tapping aggravatedly on his thigh.

Darcy slams the book closed and leans forward.

“I-”

“Hate me, I know, I finally got the memo doll.”

“Oh don’t try that bullshit with me, Barnes, seriously, what is your fucking problem? So what if the date went badly? You’ve not spoken to me since you left me in medical.”

“You nearly got killed!”

“I know! I was there!”

“Than why are you trying to talk to me?”

“Because all you’ve done for two weeks is make puppy eyes and run every time I track you down!”

“I nearly got you killed Darce... I didn’t know what to say.”

Darcy rolls her eyes hard and leans over, pointed finger once again poking his chest.

“You say, let's try that again Darcy, this time without the kidnapping and murder grenades.”

The look of confused surprise is adorable.

“You’d still want to go on a date after we got shot at?”

Darcy throws her hands up and leans back, crossing her arms.

Silence reigns in the compartment, heavy with unspoken words.

“Darce?”

“What?”

“Pick you up at 7 on Friday?”

Darcy’s brow arches, her arms falling as she sighs.

“I hate you.”

“It’s a date.” he grins before tugging her out of her seat and into his strong arms. Darcy yelps as she’s moved to straddle hard thighs, her heart racing already in anticipation of what was coming next....namely her. She smiles as his mouth covers her in a playful teasing kiss and melting into his hold wraps her arms around his neck, relieved to be back where she belonged.

He’s always in her apartment, it feels likes he’s all but moved in permanently. His books sit on the coffee table, a gun safe takes up a previously empty space under the kitchen counter, there are numerous knick-knacks from around the world he somehow has time to pick up from whatever mission he’s been on recently, littering the surfaces.

Darcy throws off her jacket and kicks her shoes off, wandering down the hallway to the bedroom. Just as she enters the room she finds herself suddenly tripping, gravity catching her and hauling her down.

“Easy sweetheart, I gotcha.” She’s caught by a warm, wet wall of muscle, her momentum now pressing every inch of her to him.

“Christ on a cracker Bucky, what the hell...” looking down she spies the combat boots that have been left loitering in the entryway to the room. Where on earth had he come from?

“I didn’t think you’d be home yet doll.” She takes in the damp hair and naked chest, beads of water still clinging to skin.

“Seriously? Are you trying to kill me?”

“Sorry doll, forgive me?”

A long-suffering sigh escapes her, she’s too tired to tell him off for leaving his boots lying around.

“One condition-”

Before she can complete her demand he produces a bar of chocolate, pressing a kiss to her cheek as he lets her go.

“Okay and I-”

A glass of wine is pressed into her hand like magic. Darcy squints at his all too innocent expression, mouth opening to-

“’m not a mind reader, just know what my girl needs after a long day.”

“I hate you.” she replies without any ire.

Bucky smirks.

“Love you too Doll.”

She’s never going to live this down, he’s told her a dozen times not to leave without her tracker, telling her she’d get her ass kidnapped.. again. God, she hates it when he’s right.

The cell is dimly lit, but oddly comfortable considering she’s been kidnapped by what she assumes is probably some previously thought defunct offshoot of Hydra.

Six hours later when the sounds of fighting break out and the thick steel door swings open she’s too thankful to say it out loud.

Bucky strides through the door, murder etched on his face and scoops her up without a word. Darcy just clings to him, thankful to wait for the lecture on personal safety till later.

He told her he was away on a mission. It’s why when she spots him, she decides to follow him. He’s meant to be in Egypt, not New York.

He loses her on 5th Avenue and she mutters angrily all the way back to the Tower.

When he appears the next morning she pretends like nothing happened, like she hadn’t seen him in the city and he acts like he hadn’t lied to her about it.

Silently she begins to count down the days till his things will surely disappear from her apartment before it’s only him left, the last thing to leave.

Darcy distracts herself with work and Jane and corralling her merry bunch of mad scientists, putting off the inevitable.

She’s going to enjoy whatever time they have left. In the deepest part of her she cries and tries very hard to hate him for the lies. She thought he was different, she thought he was the one.

Bucky pats his pocket for the fifth time and fidgets in his seat. The restaurant is half empty and the table service has been terrible. But it’s the place he’d first met her, although he’s not sure she remembers as they dither over ordering dessert or heading home to raid the freezer for ice cream.

“Have we been here before?”

The sudden question snaps him out of his reverie and he glances across the table. She’s been subdued lately, but he hasn’t been able to figure out why.

“I was wondering if you’d remember.”

“Remember what?”

“First time I saw you. I was having lunch here with Steve and Stark. You blazed in and threw Starks drink in his lap.”

She tilts her head quizzically.

“This is where... I don’t even remember you being here.”

“We weren’t introduced till the week after, you stormed right back out again after making him sign some papers.”

“Oh..” Her bottom lip is caught between a flash of white as he rubs his palms over the sides of his thighs. When she looks away he stands, coming round the table, dropping to one knee.

“Darcy...”

She turns back, eyes widening at his new position and location.

When he reaches into his pocket for the ring she gasps, one hand covering her mouth and the other gripping the tabletop.

With the worst possible timing, a passing waiter trips over Bucky’s foot, sending himself and a tray of food crashing to the ground, leaving Bucky kneeling there, covered in carbonara, mouth half open and a blue velvet ring box in his hand.

He gapes, horrified by the turn of events then closes his eyes. When he opens them again it’s to the sound and the sight of his girl giggling helplessly, head shaking as she laughs.

“Omg, your face... baby... oh my god were you going to propose?”

“What do you mean were, sweet cheeks, this is it, this is my life. I swear to god my Ma must be watching this from heaven and having a fit. My life's a disaster Darce, but you make everything better. I don’t want to do it without you. Even if it means getting coffee for breakfast and ice cream for dinner for the next sixty years. Marry me, Darcy, make me the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.”

She nods her head, still laughing, tears streaming down her face while he struggles to fit the ring on her finger.

“It’s beautiful Buck... when did you even have time to buy it?”

“Took a day a few weeks ago instead of taking the op in Egypt. Spend it scouring every jewelry store in Manhatten.”

The ring is new, but the design is old. A princess-cut diamond flanked by garnet petals sparkles in her finger.

A curious expression drifts across her face at his answer and she bites her lip hard before swooping forward and kissing him.

“I hate you,” she whispers lovingly into his mouth.

Warmth spreads in his chest.

“Gonna need you to do that for the rest of my life Doll.”

“Not gonna be a problem soldier.”

They pay and go home to eat ice cream. A long hot shower later they fall asleep on the couch where they were cuddled up reading to each other. Bucky snuggles her close and throws a blanket over them, thanking every deity he can name for giving him a second chance and her.

The phone is clutched tightly in her hand, the shape of it indented in her skin. Three days, five hours... That’s how long she’s been waiting for him to call and tell her he’s okay, that he’s holed up in some safe house or podunk hospital with no internet or cell service. She taps the glass, checking her call history before swiping and rechecking that the settings are right, the ringer’s on, she’s not on silent or do not disturb... Grabbing the wire beside her she plugs the phone in to charge, again. How many times had she done that now?

The phone rings, some telemarketer, she declines the call, furious that it isn’t him, that it might have stopped his call from connecting.

Running her hands through her hair she gathers it up, snapping one of Bucky’s hair ties around it in a sloppy bun.

The quiet of the apartment is getting to her. She stares out the window, watching the silent rush of life sixty stories below. It doesn’t make sense, how can everything look so normal, how can everyone else still be moving, living?

Cold cups of coffee are scattered around the apartment, keeping company with the small momentoes of their life. The book he’d been reading to her before he left, her socks left under the coffee table where he’d thrown them after he’d peeled them off her feet, intent on stripping her bare before he’d fucked her into the couch the night before he left. Her bag and shoes left at the door beside his combat boots, the ones he kept for weekends when he drove his bike upstate, her perched behind him, arms tight and body pressed into the soft leather of the jacket that hung on the peg beside her fluffy cardigan and the Gryfindor scarf she’d knitted for him last Christmas. He was everywhere, in every corner of her life, every crack and crevice, he’d wormed his way in, inch by subtle inch until she couldn’t remember what it felt like before she’d known him.

The soft wrap of knuckles on wood has her spring from the armchair. Opening the door the pale face of Natasha Romanoff stares back. Darcy steps back, silently allowing the women to come in.

“Why don’t we sit.” She’s never heard Natasha so quietly calm before. The other woman is usually three parts snark one part sincerity. Arms crossed, Darcy stands her ground, shaking her head.

“Where is he, Natasha?��

The widow tries to place a comforting hand on her arm but she angrily shrugs it away.

“He’s gone Darce...”

She whips round to see Steve framed in the doorway. He looks wrecked, face bruised and bloodied. It’s the way he looks at her, his eyes full of silent sorrow and apology that makes her prickle.

“No.” Darcy doesn't know if she’s denying the words or refusing to accept what he’s saying without speaking, but she shakes her head, futilely repressing the welling panic and grief threatening to overwhelm her.

“I’m so sorry.”

“No,” she snaps, “you don’t get to say that. He’s not dead.”

“The building was blown up Darcy. The whole thing collapsed and the fires were raging for over twelve hours... Even Bucky couldn’t survive that. We looked for him, no one saw him get out before it went up. There are no reports of anyone matching his description in any of the medical facilities within a hundred miles of the explosion. It’s been three days.”

Steve’s begging her to understand but what her heart tells her is that she can not give up on him. Not yet, not ever.

Bucky promised he’d come back. He’s never broken a promise to her, he’s not going to start now.

“He’ll come back. He always does.” The finality of the statement ends the discussion and both level sympathetic glances at her which she pointedly ignores.

They leave her alone, the apartment door closing quietly as she finally lets her knees fall out from under her. Bone wrenching sobs burst forth from her lips as her body heaves out her worry and grief.

“I hate you... I hate you so much right now... I hate how much I love you. You have to come back to me so I can tell you that...”

Whispered words of loss fall around her like ash. She hates it. She hates how alone she feels. Hates that he made her need him. Hates that when he’s not around it feels as though her world is falling apart. The engagement ring winks mockingly from her finger. A promise of a life together. He has to come home, he just has to.

~Six Weeks Later~

“I love you.”

Words spoken into heated skin as pre-dawn light suffuses their bedroom.

He came back, he’s all around her, every inch of him pressing into her. The affirming sounds of harsh breath, low moans, the symphony of skin against skin as his body slides over hers, fills her with warmth, relief, happiness.

His hips, safely cradled in hers, his cock buried deep in the tight, silky heat of her leaves him undone and yet complete, grounded, he’s home.

It’s slow, drawn out. They make love with each touch and kiss, breath life back into each other with each joining of their bodies.

Climax closes in for them both, her back arching further, meeting the increased pace of his thrusts as she clings tightly to his shoulders.

His body tenses as the tingling feeling creeps up his spine but he holds back, waiting... When he feels her finally begin to cum, he lets go, her walls clamping around him like a vice as he pounds faster, his hands gripping her ass so he can push deeper and then it hits, not a breath of space between them, bodies shaking and moving through it, his pelvic bone pressed hard on her clit as she gasps his name, her legs tightening around his waist, keeping him locked in place, he couldn’t get away if he wanted to, she was so tightly wrapped around him. He empties himself inside her, filling her up, some primal satisfaction that she’s full with his seed, that the scent of him will cling to her for days.

The scent of sex and satisfaction lies heavy in the air.

They lie there as the sun rises, bodies replete and at rest as the light slowly fills the room.

“I love you.” She says it again and he kisses her softly, slowly, burning the memory into both their minds.

“You don’t hate me anymore?” He asks her lightly and she rolls her eyes, sighing.

“ I hate the way I don’t hate you; not even close; not even a little bit; not even at all, because I never hated you. I hated that I fell in love so fast.”

“I loved you from the minute I saw you, doll, I’m never going to leave you again, I promise.”

She runs a hand through his hair gently, taking in the sincerity in his eyes.

“You can’t promise that.”

He shushes her with another kiss.

“I told Steve I quit. No more active duty.”

“Are you serious?”

“Completely.”

“Why?”

“Can’t risk it, not anymore, not when I’ve got you.”

“I’d never ask you to-”

“I know, it’s why I’m doing it. You deserve to be happy and so do I.”

She’s speechless, but it doesn’t matter, all that does is that she’s not going to lose him again.

“Besides, someone has to keep an eye on you. You might take over the world if I didn’t. My tiny megalomaniac.” He teases.

Darcy blushes hotly. He’s mostly teasing she decides after a moment, after all, she’d taken everyone out of her way to keep the search for him going, even against all the evidence. If she hadn’t he’d still be rotting inside some Hydra prison cell.

His eyes crinkle with mirth as he rests his forehead on hers and she wrinkles her nose.

“I hate you.”

The End.

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thehargrovewhore · 5 years

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shut me up | billy hargrove [18+, NSFW]

summary;

the classic enemies turned lovers cliche! in which; billy and his next door neighbor have never gotten along, but one night changes everything.

warnings;

swearing. smut. dirty talk. soft billy [if you squint]. this story is NSFW as fuck ladies and gentlemen👌🏻

authors note;

forbidden fruit part two is coming very soon! but for now, please enjoy this beaut.

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he was such an asshole. he was conceited, he was cocky, he was unnecessarily loud and he was always looking for a fight. billy hargrove was a nightmare, if you ask her. she knew from the moment she saw him that he was trouble.

billy played his music extra loud to piss her off, revved his camaro when she walked by and thrived off of cat-calling her in the hallways simply to get under her skin and make her squirm under his heavy gaze.

since the arrival of billy hargrove; her life has been hellish and the prick knew it. he went out of his way to make the most immature comments he could think of; every single time she walked past him in school. and, to make matters worse, he was her next door neighbor.

he would smirk at her smugly from his window when his classic rock music would interrupt her studying or stand on his porch to poke fun at her, when she was tending to her mom's rose garden in the front yard. overall - she did not care much for the brooding california native.

but was he beautiful? unrealistically. billy has those ocean blue eyes that made her weak in the knees, a pearly white smile, dirty blonde hair and a shredded body. he wouldn't be so bad at all, if his personality wasn't complete shit.

he was everything she was not. she was passive, shy and overly commited to her schoolwork. which of course had made her the prime target for billy and his friends. she's a bore, as most people say, who never let's loose. but, what people don't know about her, won't hurt them.

she wasn't innocent. she smokes like a chimney & swears like a sailor. she has been hooking up with an out-of-town guy for the last four months, and chooses to allow people their perceptions on her. what they thought was shy; was simply her having absolutely nothing to say.

but, if billy hargrove or his buddies, knew anything about these topics she would be done for. which is why she has kept her mouth shut, and tried to mind her business. but, as if he were a dark cloud hanging over her head, it was a fact that billy would fuck with her no matter what.

like right now, for example. she is walking down the halls, trying to beat the rush-hour of restless teenagers, and he is hot on her tail with that fucking smirk on his face. there was certain times that she wanted to slap it clean off.

she hated him sometimes. but, then again, she just could not hate him completely - she was in close range to billys home and could often hear what his father was doing. his life was terrible when you peeled back the layers.

"you know it's almost summer, babe. i don't see why you insist on dressing like a nun." he spoke, with a gruff laugh that rumbled in his chest and made her heart beat faster.

she looked down at her light pink sweater and blue jeans, before raising a single hand and giving him the finger. she was never one to show what she was packing, even when the weather got disgustingly warm outside.

"don't call me babe, asshole. why does it even matter how i dress? leave me alone." she huffed, pushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear and heading over to her locker with haste. she was supposed to be meeting her lover and was not keen on being late to an hour or two of satisfaction.

"normally, i would be happy too doll. but since your mom asked susan if i can bring you home today, i might as well have a little bit of fun while i'm at it." billy grinned. she's in no mood for his irritating bullshit right now, however.

she scoffed, pushing her books into her locker before she slammed it shut again. her mother was clueless when the matters came down to billy. she didn't see past the whole charming persona that he put on around all women.

"i don't need a ride home. my friend is already waiting for me outside. hate to burst your bubble, pretty boy. now if you'll excuse me, i'm going to be late." she scowled.

billy's eyebrows furrowed in confusion; and he raised one muscular arm up to block her in. "you don't have friends. i know for a damn fact that you're always alone. who is it?"

his brashness made her angry. who the hell is he, to make her answer that question? like it's any of his business. she rolled her eyes obnoxiously, putting one hand on her hip.

"it's not any of your business, hargrove. sorry that i refuse to surround myself with mindless idiots. please get out of my way now, your whores are waiting for you." she spoke, gesturing behind him to heather and tina.

when billy turned his head to smirk at the girls, y/n took a chance and sneakily slipped under his burly arm. "damnit! this conversation isn't over babe!" billy yelled loudly while she made a bee-line for the school's front doors.

"that is a funny concept, because i'm walking away." she sneered, before turning on her heel and going outside to eric's awaiting car.

a very angry and sexually frustrated billy was left behind, standing in the hallway with his fists clenched tightly.

he just had to find out what his little spitfire was doing, as it was obvious that she is hiding something, and has been hiding something for quite some time now.

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two hours later after being fucked in the backseat of her lovers car, she was now adjusting her sweater and fixing up her messy hair in the rearview mirror. with a cigarette in one hand and her notebook in the other; she gave the breathless boy next to her one final kiss.

eric was good fun. he was not the best, but he got the job done with enthusiasm as far as she's concerned.

"call me again soon, i had fun." she purred, getting out of his car and shutting the door gently. her parent's weren't home, which meant she was free to smoke in peace. she placed the cigarette between her lips, and walked up the front steps with wobbling legs.

as if clockwork billy had pulled into his usual parking spot while she was fumbling in her bag for the house keys. and her heart stopped within' her chest; when his eyes landed on her.

she still had the cigarette between her lips.

billy got out of his camaro with a wide smile, standing to the side of it and taking a drag off of his own cigarette. it was obvious that he was upset about something.

maybe one of his many dates wouldn't fuck him.

"am i dreaming or is that you, babe?" billy smirked. but it's not his usual smirk, which was condescending and cocky.

this one is dark and mischievous. she wondered what this nuisance has up his sleeve now.

"you're very observant, hargrove." she spat angrily. it was a quick response that was full of underlying irritation.

"looks like there is a lot of things i didn't know about you, princess. but you don't kiss and tell." he inquired smugly.

"oh, go fuck yourself." she snapped, getting her key into the lock and turning it once. she took one last puff, billy knew she smoked now, so no point in trying to mask it.

she dropped the cigarette on the ground, mumbling to herself about how arrogant he is before - and prepared herself for the brewing rumors to begin swirling. he will definitely let tommy and carol know about this.

this is the last thing she wanted tonight.

when she turned around to flip him off one last time, billy was already directly in front of her. she gasped -- backing up quickly and almost falling into the opened doorframe.

billy's thick arm shot out to wrap around her waist before pulling her flush against his chest. with one hand, he then moved a piece of hair away from her face lovingly making goosebumps arise on her skin.

she has never been so close to him before. she could feel the heat from his chest and was tempted to touch him. it was like seeing him in a new light; and she was cursing at herself internally for these newfound emotions.

"what are you doing? let me go." she bluffed, trying to pull back from his grip but he was not budging at all. his eyes; they were so damn dark compared to their usual blue hue resembling the pacific ocean.

"i saw you fucking him in his car. i don't like it." billy spoke lowly, backing her up into her house and closing the front door with his foot. she should of hit him, right in that self- assured face of his, then forced him to leave.

but, she just could not ignore the returning ache between her legs.

"why were you watching me?" she spat, crossing both of her arms over her chest with purpose. billy chuckled and shook his head at her state of oblivion. "you're supposed to be the smart one here, princess. i have wanted you for months now. do you have any clue what it's like to watch you fucking that asshole?" he snapped, closing in on her.

she was backed against the wall of her kitchen, and could barely see straight through her lust-filled haze. "you say it like that was such an obvious fact, billy. you've been such an asshole to me since day one. and all of the sudden you want to fuck me?" she quipped lightly, breathing ragged.

he pressed himself against her petite frame before taking her by surprise and lifting her onto the counter with ease.

SMUT.

he leaned forward, taking her lips in a breathtaking kiss. it sent shockwaves straight down to her toes. she has had a fair share of kisses in her life but this one decimated them all from her memory. it was full of fire and beautiful.

"i'm not going to fuck you, baby. i'm going to ruin you. i'm going to make sure that you feel my cock for days. when i am done with you; you are all mine. do you understand?"

she found herself nodding in submission, grinding herself against his clothed cock, absolutely desperate for him. he was making her stomach burn with hunger. she has never been one for being submissive, but with billy; she wanted him to have that control over her.

his hand drew back and sent a punishing slap directly on her clothed pussy; causing her to squeal sharply, and dig her nails into the shoulders of his leather jacket. billy was not happy with non-verbal responses, and she is learning that pretty damn quickly.

when she didn't respond to his command again, he sent a second slap to her pussy, and this time with purpose. and right now, she could quite literally orgasam on the spot. it was like electric shockwaves vibrating her core.

"yes! holy shit! yes, i understand billy." she relented before squirming away from his overwhelming touch. "i'm yours! please just fuck me already." she whined - biting his lip for some added persuasion, which seemed to do the trick.

he lifted her off the counter, her legs wrapped around his waist tightly, before walking down the hallway and to her bedroom on the left. she was kissing his neck the entirety of their journey teasingly, and billy was ready to pounce.

knowing they don't have much time; he was not going to waste any time with her. "did the frat boy make you cum? did he make you feel good?" billy taunted while laying her down on her silk sheets and climbing on top of her. she is quick to nod at him playfully, trying to piss him off a little.

eric did make her feel good; but he did not make her cum so it wasn't a complete lie. billy growled again and flipped her onto her tummy. she has never been manhandled this way and she was revelling in his strength.

she quickly lifted her sweater over her head, and groaned when billy's fingers traced up the base of her spine; so he can unclip her white bra and guide the straps down - billy hissed at the sight of her milky white indiana skin.

he pulled her back against his chest - one hand wrapping around her throat while the other unbuttoned her jeans & his hand casusally slipped inside her panties. she writhed against him, pushing her ass into his hard-on greedily.

with two fingers, billy began to rub her clit relentlessly. its unexpected and overwhelming, causing her to cry out. he smirked, his lips nipping at the soft skin of her neck, while the hand around her throat only seemed to tighten.

billy suddenly pushed her back onto her stomach before guiding her jeans down her legs - her panties coming off in the process. she mewled at the feeling of cold air now hitting her damp folds.

she felt his hands spread her cheeks; obviously taking a moment to admire the goods - and she flushed red with embarrassment and pure lust. his hand traced teasingly up her spine once more, before grabbing another hand- full of her hair as another throaty command sounded.

"stick your ass up in the air, nice and pretty for me." while she is already a trembling mess and legs felt like jelly, she did as told and arched her back, pronouncing her ass, for billy's anticipated viewing pleasure.

the two fingers began to travel downwards and tease her entrance lightly, before billy pushed them inside her, until he was knuckle deep and resting against her g-spot. "that is a good pussy right there." he groaned deeply, and she is only turned on further upon hearing his dirty words.

she cried out loudly, hands clawing at her sheets - as the rapid fire began to spread deep within' her belly. her hips, now thrusting back against his rapid moving hand had to be stilled due to her constant squirming. her mewling did not help matters when it came to billy's raging hard-on.

the sounds of his thick fingers plummeting in and out of her with pussy with violently fast strokes could be heard throughout her small room, along with her soft moans & billy's own grunts of approval. she was so close- but she wanted to cum on his cock, not on his fingers.

she knew they had at least 45 more minutes- but did not want to waste anymore time. she knew this would not be their last time seeing each other, so foreplay could wait.

"billy, please! i really need you to fuck me." she whined. he chuckled darkly, but obeyed her wishes nonetheless. with another low growl, billy withdrew his soaked fingers.

he shed his leather jacket off and unbuttoned shirt, while she flipped back around and got his blue jeans down and around his ankles, where he kicked them off with haste.

billy kept his boxer briefs on and simply sliding his cock out through the convenient hole in the front. she took a moment to marvel at his girth, before she was laid onto her back, her head hitting the soft pillows beneath her.

billy climbed in between her legs, his arms bringing y/n's legs up to wrap around his waist securely. he looked into her eyes, searching for consent - as if she didn't give him enough already, and she absolutely melted under him.

she has spent such a long time disliking him, that it didn't cross her mind just how much she really liked him. maybe being his wouldn't be a bad thing. maybe being his would be the greatest blessing in the whole world.

"make me yours, billy." she declared, thrusting her hips up and prodding her soaked entrance against his tip. he then kissed her with all the passion he could muster; before he thrust his hips forward and entering her in one thrust that took the breath from her lungs and made her toes curl.

"you feel fucking amazing, princess." billy hissed, drawing his hips back until only his tip was at her entrance, before slamming back into her and bottoming out again. shes an incoherent mess already; writhing and moaning under his heavy body that fit so perfectly against hers.

billy's hips began to piston against hers, fucking her into the mattress, making her breasts bounce with every one of his relentless thrusts. she was wailing loudly, her nails clawing his shoulders and back painfully; but he loved it.

"oh fuck! oh my god, please don't stop!" she moaned - as his cock began to hit her g-spot with expert precision. he was making good on his earlier promise. billy was ruining her, and she absolutely loved the sting of pain that came along with each rough movement of his hips.

"did the frat boy make you feel this good, baby?" his deep voice taunted once more. billy moved onto his knees, and pressed her knees against her chest; fucking her at a new angle that made her scream for him. she shook her head - unable to form any words besides loud pleas for more.

y/n has never been fucked like this. her eyes drifted shut; cherishing the way he began to slowly rub her clit before swiveling his muscular hips deliciously into her core. "oh! it feels so fucking good billy, please fuck me harder!" she cried out unashamedly. she just could not get enough.

billy obeyed her wishes with a deep groan, before leaning back some more and holding her legs in place against her chest. he snapped his hips into her harder; the sounds of his cock destroying her pussy with wet smacks, could be heard in the bedroom along with her growing screams.

"open your eyes and look at me, pretty girl. i know you are about to cum for me, and i want you to know exactly who you're cumming for." billy declared through heavy pants.

she opened her eyes, maintaining eye contact with him. it made the coil deep within' her stomach begin to tighten.

"such a pretty sight, princess. all fucked out, and ready to cum all over my cock." he growled, rubbing her sore clit in time with his brutal thrusts. billy was so close but wanted to see the girl who used to hate him; falling apart for him.

"oh my god, billy! yes! right there!" she screamed - feeling the coil tighten mercilessly before snapping. she saw little white spots in her vision as her orgasam washed over her.

"fuck! that's right baby, cum for me." billy growled, seeing the sweat begin to stick to her forehead; as her legs were still shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm. "this pussy is all mine now, princess. you are all fucking mine."

with that, billy pulled his cock out of the tight confines of her soaking wet pussy, before spilling his load on her little stomach. in that moment, he wanted to snap a picture, to commemorate this lust-filled moment fully.

he got off her bed, searching around the room for a towel so she wouldn't be soaked in his hot release. after cleanin' her up, she expected him to gather his clothes and leave.

but he didn't. instead, billy pulled her covers aside and he slipped into bed with her. she was shocked; but her heart was so overwhelmed with love that she didn't say a word.

billy pulled her into his chest after lighting up a cigarette. normally she would yell at him for smoking in her room & demand that he goes outside, but she could care less.

they laid there silently, his free hand now playing with the smooth locks of her hair. "i know that i'm an asshole. but i can change for you." billy confessed. she looked up at him with wide eyes, realizing that he wanted more than sex.

she shook her head, moving from her comfortable spot & straddling him. with one hand on her thigh, billy gazed up at her through cloudy blue eyes and thick black lashes.

she leaned down, giving him a passionate kiss. one that took the breath from his lungs this time. her gentleness, the way she touched him so lightly like she was afraid to hurt him and the feeling of her soft lips was pure heaven.

after pulling away; she looked down at the blue-eyed boy and genuinely smiled at him for the first time. he was just so beautiful, she could not find a single flaw on his face.

he was an asshole, that much is for sure, but he was hers.

"there isn't anything i would change about you, hargrove."

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klaussstilinski · 5 years

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Chapter 3

AN: So I've decided to post 2 chapters this week for being gone. I’m currently making a schedule and I’ll be posting 1 to 2 times weekly. Ya girl went and got a job and got distracted. But i’m back, a little rusty but none the less i’m back. Please leave any and all kinds of feedback, all is welcome. Thank you to everyone who supports me, it means the world to me! I hope you enjoy this chapter!!

DISCLAIMER: I DON’T OWN ANYTHING ABOUT THE SHOW ON MY BLOCK, JUST CHARACTER/S DAISY. Also please ignore any mistakes, i’m sorry.

WORDS: 1500+

Driving like a mad woman I make it to Ruby’s house in 10 minutes. Jumping out the car I just about run to the door. Before I even have a chance to knock the door swings open.

“Finally, we’ve been calling you all morning.” Ruby announces as I walk in past him.

“Well excuse me for wanting to enjoy my day off for the first time in 2 weeks. Plus, I don’t really want to spend all my time around teenagers.” Shaking my head, “I also had plans today.”

“Well if you ask me this is more important!” Jamal says waving his arms around. “Like hello Cesar joined the gang!”

“FORCED....he was forced.”

“We don’t know that Monse.”

“Well it makes sense if you ask me. Oscar got out, Cesar started following him around and then boom Cesar is “in” the gang.” Monse spits back.

“First everybody calm down, do we even know if it’s true?” Looking around I lock eyes with everyone. “Not everyone speak at once.!”

“He was jumped in, I saw the bruises on him the other night.” Monse responds looking everywhere but at me.

“And how did you manage to see his bruises?” I ask squinting my eyes and pointing my finger at her.

Swallowing thickly, “His eyes were pretty bruised and his arm when I touched it.”

I don’t believe her, I’ve had an inkling about her and Cesar ever since she left to go to writing camp. When she left all Cesar would do was ask about her, what she was doing, how she was doing. Which is very normal they’re friends, or was friends I'm not too sure now. But then he started asking if she had met anybody, made new friends, and if she had a boyfriend. That’s when I knew things between them had changed. Then when she got back the whole, he said she said fight they had. If you ask me, I think it happened. When Monse is trying to hide something, she diverts the conversation and then again she never denied what Cesar said. Hmm!

“Besides that, he told me why he joined.” There she goes changing the topic, “Oscar tried to claim me.” What the fuck!

“Wait what?”

“He told me the reason he said that we hooked up was to protect me. That Oscar tried to claim me when I got back from camp.” Monse shrugged.

“He tried to claim you? You’re freaking 14, that’s illegal. He thinks that little bit of time he served before was long. Whew he has no idea!” Jamal said putting his hands on his hips turning to Ruby and Monse starting their own conversation.

Fuming I tune them out. Of all people he wanted to go after fucking Monse. She’s a minor for gods sake. You wait until I get my hands on him. I’m going to wring his neck!

“Daisy? Earth to Daisy?”

“Sorry, um what did you say?” I ask shaking my head to clear my mind of my murderous plan.

“How do we save him? We need to get him out. He won’t survive in there, plus he doesn’t want to admit it but the gang life isn’t him.” Ruby said.

“No, don’t plan anything yet until I talk to if stupid brother,” They all wince at the same time. “Then I'll help you, but I'm telling you now any plan that you’re thinking of wont work. In order to “get out” of a gang is only 2 ways.”

“Well what are they?”

I stay silent for a bit before responding, “Either way isn’t a way that I'll let Cesar take if I can help it. Just let me talk to Oscar then I’ll let you know. Until then stay out of it and act as if nothing happened. Go to school, make good grades, and kind of stay underneath Cesar.” Looking at Monse I back track. “Actually, you two,” I point at Ruby and Jamal. “Stay underneath Cesar, watch him but don’t make it so obvious.”

“What why not me?” An offended Monse asked.

“Because I don’t trust you, plus you’re kind of like a honey badger. You never stop, and you take things way too far.” Turning around I start towards the door. “I’m leaving, im going to enjoy the plans I made for today then I'm going on a hunt for Oscar. Have a good day!” I yell slamming the door behind me.

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You see the plan was to enjoy the things I had planned today but I decided to jump ahead of those plans and go find Oscar. I spot his red impala parked behind the fence of his home. Parking in the driveway blocking his car in, and immediately hop out. I approach some of the homies sitting out front.

“Where the hell is Oscar?” I ask stepping in front of them and crossing my arms.

“Who the hell is Oscar? And why you coming up here like you own the damn place? Matter of fact who the hell are you?” Some guy jumped up getting in my face. Instead of backing up I get closer in his face and smile. But before I could respond a deep loud voice interrupts.

“That’s my girl now back the hell up before you get backed up!” Oscar says coming out the house and stepping down a step. The guys eyes get big as he backs up and steps to the side. Smirking at him, I lock eyes with Oscar and start stalking towards him.

“Pinky I told you before that that was his ole girl. What the hell were you thinkin?” Someone told him. Scoffing I grab Oscar by his ear and drag him inside to the living room.

“Everybody out...NOW!” I shout when no one starts moving. They all haul ass when I let Oscar go and he stands up straight behind me. Walking in front of me and sitting down on the couch me looks me up and down, then leans back stretching his arm along the back side of the beige couch.

“What is it you needed?”

“Firstly, you tried to claim Monse?” I ask standing above him with my hands on my hips.

Laughing he replied, “Do you really think I’d want a little girl?”

“I don’t know you’re so unpredictable Oscar. What do you expect me to think? She’s a fucking minor, and you’re, if you haven't noticed, over 20!” My voice is getting louder the longer he sits there smirking.

“She’s also your sister. Now, why do you think I “tried to claim Monse”?” He air quoted. Of course, that came to mind. He was only doing that in hopes of me coming around once I got word of it. Then it hit me, I did fall for it. Here I am standing in front of him confronting him about it and then here he is smirking knowing he got his way.

“Secondly, why Cesar?” At this question his smirk falls and he looks at me with hard eyes.

“Stay out of it.” Standing he goes to walk past me but I grab his arm and manage to push him back down on the couch.

“No, you’re going to listen to me damnit. I understand you and your family, but Cesar? Everyone knows that he’s not for that lifestyle. He’s going to end up like-”

“Like who? Me? I’m telling you right now Daisy stay out of it. I don’t want you involved.”

“Okay well when 3 scared kids call me worried about their friend I'm going to get involved. So, whether you like it or not I'm involved. I’m not going to argue with you nor will I waste my time trying to convince you that jumping him in was a bad idea. But the first time that any of those kids get hurt behind this bullshit, just know I'm going to raise hell.” Standing again, he walks to stand in front of me this time.

“Stubborn, headstrong, dedicated, god why did I let you go?” Reaching up to touch my face he leans his forehead against mine. “But just know if anything happens to you or the kids, I kill everybody. No harm will come towards any of you, and I protect what's mine.”

Closing my eyes, I sigh, “I’m not yours Oscar...and don’t make a promise you can’t keep!” Pulling away I walk to the door with him following close behind me. As we make it to the steps on the porch everyone goes quiet and all eyes goes to us. We continue to the car and as I'm reaching for the handle a hand lands on top of it and I feel warmth cover my back and warm breath on the back of neck.

“Drive safe Daisy! I’ll see you ‘round.” Surprised I turn to look at him. Shaking my head, I get in the car and slowly back out the driveway. I feel like I just got played. Now that Cesar is part of the Santos and I've made taken it upon myself to make sure he doesn’t end up dead that just means I have to deal with Oscar more. Groaning I slowly make my way to the salon deciding then that I was going to give myself the day to relax, after all I do deserve it. Picking up the phone I call the salon to add on a hot stone massage to my mani and pedi then I make another important phone call.

“Hello? You’re on speaker”

“Good. Friday. My house. After school. Just the three of you!”

“Wait, what? Did you find Spooky? Did you kill him?” A boisterous voice asked.

Snorting, I answer, “No Jamal I didn’t but he’s got one angry woman on his hands. Don’t be late.” Hanging up I get out the car and make my way into the yellow and blue doors of the salon. “Daisy!” I respond when the front desk receptionist asks for a name. Leading me to the back and into a room, I hear my phone ding signaling an incoming message which I ignore until after I get undressed and I’m lying face down on the massage table with a warm towel on my back. Picking up the phone I groan and open the message from Oscar.

‘Friday night, 8pm be ready’ I shoot right back.

‘I already have plans, and who said I even accept your not so welcoming “invitation”?’

‘It’s not up for discussion. Be ready!’ Comes in a minute after I hit send. Groaning loudly, I silent the phone, toss it on my folded pile of clothes and slam my face a little too hard in the hole on the table, which causes me to groan and whine in pain. Someone knocks on the door and then comes in.

“A stressful day I take it?”

“Oh, you have no idea!”

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zanybohbot · 4 years

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The Outsiders: A Trip To Santa Monica

The Outsiders: A TRIP TO SANTA MONICA (Episode 3)

Published: 10-16-19 - Updated: 10-17-19

They head to Button's house at Santa Monica. Brain's gotta new girlfriend called Tara, Button's sister. He has to man himself up and stop being a pussy so he can finally get it on. Which means, he needs an advice of how to make this scenario better without screwing it up. Will Brain get it? This is episode 3 of The Outsiders. Rated R for Strong Language/Sexual References

Part 1: Brain's New Girlfriend

(Squit N/R: So Brain whisked Button's sister, Tara, away for their romantic weekend, and it's fair to say it wasn't exactly as she'd imagined it.)

Tara: Can you slow down a bit at least, Brain?

Brain: OK, Tara. Sorry.

Pinky: Christ, what's got into you? We're only doing fucking 65!

Tara: I get carsick, especially in the back.

Squit: (sarcastically) There's no rush. Let's enjoy the drive. This is one of the more beautiful stretches of anonymous American highway.

Brain: It's not Tara's fault she gets carsick.

Tara: I can speak for myself, Brain.

Pinky: Oooohhhhh! Beep, beep, beep, beep!

Brain: (swats Pinky in the head) Pinky, shut up!

(silence)

Tara: OW! Something hard's digging into my leg.

Pinky: (scratching his head looking dizzy) Ha. Don't look at me. Although my ding-a-ling could reach from here! (laughs)

Brain: (annoyed by Pinky's comment) Pinky, prepare for more pain when we get there.

Tara: Shit, what is this? (picks up a bottle of orangeade from outta nowhere)

Pesto: Oh, sorry. That's mine. My bad.

Squit: Why are you taking a four-litre bottle of orangeade to Santa Monica?

Pesto: Well, duh. Polite, being a good guest, bring a bottle.

Squit: Bring a bottle means alcohol, Pesto.

Pesto: Nah, everyone likes orangeade. You make cocktails with it, like vodka and orangeade, or whisky and orangeade, or wine and orangeade.

Squit: Those aren't cocktails. That's just the names drinks with orangeade added to it.

Pesto: Ayy, coo off! At least I'm being polite here!

Tara: Thank you, Pesto, I'm sure my brother, Buttons, will appreciate it.

Pesto: But ya know what he wouldn't appreciate…(grunt)

Pinky: Oh, no, Pesto, you didn't?

Pesto: Fuck yeah, I did. (laughs)

Wakko: (holds nose) I'm gonna throw up.

Tara: What happened?

Squit: Unbelievable.

Tara: (sniff) Oh, my God, that stinks!

Brain: Pesto, have you farted again?

Pesto: Not sure. Could be fart, could be worse. (laughs)

Brain: (annoyed) For fuck's sake, open a window!

Squit: You really need to see a bowel specialist.

Wakko: Or a bowel exorcist.

Pinky: (teasing) Or he could ask his gay-ass dad. He likes inspecting men's anuses.

Tara: Oh, I feel really sick. Brain, can you pull over?

Pesto: Relax, it was only a Sausage and Cheese McMuffin.

(Tara moans again)

Pesto: No, wait. (farts again) Oh, forgot the hash brown.

Brain: PESTO!

Squit: Oh, for christ's sake!

Tara: Can someone please open a window?!

(Squit N/R: Fortunately, Pesto''s McFarts calmed down just outside Santa Monica. Which is more than could be said for Tara.)

Tara: They're getting the train back or I am.

Brain: Look, it'll be fine. Let's just remember why we're here, okay?

(Buttons saw Squit, Pinky, Brain, Pesto and Wakko as he knows them again but he looks unimpressed.)

Buttons: Oh no, It's you five again.

Pinky: We've just came to hang out, OK? No biggie.

Pesto: (points at Squit) Apart from him, he's lonely.

Squit: Some of us are going to work at the animation department next year, so I thought I'd come along, check the place out, maybe even make a few friends in case worst comes to worst and I end up at Santa Monica.

Buttons: Meaning?

Squit: Well, just it's not my first choice.

Wakko: It's your last choice.

Squit: But it is a choice. I think that's the key point.

Pesto: I've bought orangeade for the party.

Buttons: There isn't a party.

Pinky: Good. 'Coz we could make it a party.

Buttons: You couldn't. God, it's bad enough that Concord Condor's idiotic friends descend on us practically every night.

Squit: Jesus, is he still a nightmare?

Buttons: God, he's a complete tool, all he does is drink. I don't know why we agreed to share with him.

Squit: I know him before, interesting. Bit of a social hub is he? The big man on campus, the go-to guy?

(All of them, even Buttons, look confused by Squit's comment.)

Buttons: Whatever. Christian's away, so I suppose those four can sleep in his room. I'll share with Heike, although she's got the flu. That'll mean me catching it. Tara, you and Brain can have my room.

Brain & Tara: Thanks.

Buttons: I'm not keen on you having sex, but at least I know you're doing it somewhere comfortable.

Brain: Phew. Absolutely. Only in her vagina.

Buttons: Uhhh...I meant in my bed.

Brain: So did I?

Pinky: Then, why did you say "vagina"?

Brain: (confused) Huh, weird.

(awkward silence)

Buttons: Come on, Tara, I'll show you where the condoms and spare sheets are.

Pinky: Nice to see ya back, bruh.

(Buttons and Tara went inside.)

Wakko: Wait. Who's Heike?

Brain: Roommate. Sexy. Also Dutch.

Pesto: Cool, I've never met a Dutch.

Pinky: How comes you never met a single Dutch?! They're always the filthiest!

Pesto: You know this?

Pinky: Well, duh. I fucked a Dutch bitch. Remember?

Brain: (disbelief) Bullshit. Never been to Holland.

Pinky: Yeah, I have! It was when I had my Sweet 16.

Squit: (sarcastically) And what did she do to you at your 16th birthday that was so filthy? Give you a blow job in a windmill? Jerk you off with clogs?

Pinky: No, but I wish. Look, it was properly filthy, I shouldn't tell.

Brain: Oh, really. Go for it.

Pinky: Fine. (thinks of something) When I fingered her, she shat down my arm.

(All 4 look confused and disgusted by Pinky's story.)

(awkward silence)

Pesto: Shall we go and look where we're sleeping?

Squit: Yep. Good Idea.

(All of them went in Button's house.)

(Squit N/R: And to think, I had a Sweet 16. Huh?)

Part 2: QUESTIONS! DOWN IT!

(Squit N/R: We'd only travelled as far as Santa Monica, but Button's roommate, Concord, the one we know, and his friends including, Willie Wombat and Axl Gator, the actors from Taz-Mania are the ones I have known them before, but now they seemed to speak a different language for some reason. And yes, they're actually rappers.)

(Concord opens the door for Willie and Axl.)

Concord: Good evening, Commander, Bombardier.

Willie: Good evening, Admiral!

(Buttons came to the door, looking dead inside.)

Axl: All right, Butto, where's dat lil' sis of yours?

Buttons: She's upstairs with her boyfriend.

(They all gasp)

Willie: Boyfriend!?

Axl: Denied!

Concord: Denied!

Willie: Denied!

Concord: Come in, gentlemen, and we'll commence!

(They came in.)

Buttons: Don't break anything.

Axl: Chill, speccy.

(Squit N/R: Speccy. An insulting nickname. I think it meant they like you. Meanwhile, it was a good job that Pinky, Pesto and Wakko had their sleeves rolled down, cos there was a Dutch gal on the loose.)

(In the bedroom.)

Heike: Hello!

Pinky: Hey there, what's up?

Heike: You are Button's sister's friends?

Wakko: Oh, absolutely.

Heike: OK, very welcome. I have a fucking cold, so I am looking for the bloody tissues. (sneezed)

Pinky: Bless ya.

Heike: Thanks! (Pick up a box of Kleenex from the table) There are the bloody things. See you, guys, have a super fun night.

Pinky: Oh, we will have a super fun night. If ya know what I mean. (elbows Wakko softly) Heh, heh?

Wakko: Most definitely.

Pesto: Um-hm.

Heike: Great. Bye to you.

(She leaves the room.)

Pesto: (whispers to Pinky) She's hot!

Wakko: She looks like she loves dick.

Pesto: Do you have to do it different with dis Dutch ho?

Pinky: There are 3 things you need to know about European hoes, homies. They're filthy, they're hairy and they don't mind if you wipe it on the towel.

(Wakko and Pesto look confused by Pinky's comment.)

(Squit N/R: I'd always imagined my evenings at Santa Monica would consist of studing animation and filmmaking, heated intellectual debate and avoiding elderly homosexual hip-hop lecturers. The reality over here was a little different.)

Willie: The next game is Fuzzy Duck.

Axl: Duckmaster General, to da left, fuzzy duck.

Concord: Fuzzy duck.

Willie: Did he?

Axl: Fuzzy duck?

Concord: Drink! Yo lost, son!

Axl: Damnit! (drinks a bottle of wine.)

(Squit came into the living room to get a can of beer.)

Squit: Hey, fellas, you don't mind if I join ya, do ya?

Concord: Questions, motherfucka! Two fingers.

Squit: What? What does "two fingers" mean? Two fingers of what? (points at beer) This?

Axl: (singing) Pointiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnngggggggg!

Willie: A fine, Admiral? Mah only wan.

Concord: And the fine is…

Concord, Willie & Axl: Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...

Squit: Y'okay?

Concord, Willie & Axl: ...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…

Squit: Uhhh...do ya need help or something?

Concord, Willie & Axl: ...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...DOWN IT!

Axl: Yeah, c'mon!

Squit: Fine. But after that, can we speak proper English, please?

Concord, Willie & Axl: QUESTIONS! QUESTIONS! DOWN IT! DOWN IT! DOWN IT!

Squit: (slightly annoyed) Fine! I was about to drink it anyway, gosh! (he opens the can and drinks)

Concord, Willie & Axl: (rapping) Down it! Down it! Down it! Down It! Get it down ya, Zulu warriah! Get it down you, Zulu ho!

Squit: (confused) What? Zulu? Why Zulu?

(Pinky and Pesto ran to the living room.)

Pinky: Dafuq's dat noise?!

Pesto: Yeah. What's all da ruckuss?

Axl: Question! Down it! (hands 2 beers to Pinky and Pesto)

Squit: (annoyed) I honestly have no idea what's going on anymore.

(Wakko came.)

Wakko: Can I play?

Concord, Willie & Axl: Questions! (hand a beer to Wakko.)

(Squit N/R: It seems like a vaguely ghetto-gangsta moronic drinking game. But as these guys were real rappers, I assumed it was irony. In the kitchen, nothing ironic was happening.)

(Brain and Tara were kissing in the kitchen but Buttons came along.)

Buttons: Not in the kitchen, please. I eat in here.

Brain: Hi, Buttons. Didn't notice ya here. Heh, heh.

(Buttons ignores him.)

Buttons: Tara, did you find those towels to put down?

Tara: Yep.

Buttons: And the lotion?

Tara: Yep.

Buttons: Good. Well, just remember, it's when you're ready, not when he's ready, OK? It doesn't have to be tonight and it certainly doesn't have to be in the kitchen either.

Brain: (butting in) So what's your new career anyway, Buttons?

Buttons: Look, you probably won't enjoy it, but just make sure you don't regret it, OK?

Brain: (still butting in) You said you're directing, right?

Tara: Jesus, just give it a rest, please.

Buttons: Look, I'm only saying these things because I love you, okay?

Tara: Yeah, I know, but your friend loves me too.

Buttons: Huh. Does he?

(Buttons looks at Brain, as Brain was gulping, looking shy.)

Pesto: (from the living room) FUZZY DUCKKKKKKKKK!

Brain: Sorry, that was my friends. I should go and check on them.

Buttons: No, don't worry, I'll do it.

Brain: Bye, Buttons! Great to see ya again!

(Buttons looks at Brain angrily and leaves the kitchen.)

Tara: I think he really likes you!

Brain: Yeah, he LIKED us. I don't understand. We use to work together since 1993, now he seems like he hates me.

Tara: No, he's probably just jealous.

Brain: Really?

Tara: Yeah, cos I've got you. Let's not wait any longer, let's go to bed and get it on.

Brain: Great. I just need to run that by my friends first.

Tara: For what? Are you gonna ask them for their advice?

Brain: (shocked) Oh, shit, did Pinky tell you?!

Tara: I was joking!

Brain: Ha, good one. But I do need to talk to them about dinner, though. Pinky gets grumpy if he doesn't eat.

Tara: (gets annoyed) I don't give a flying fuck!

Brain: Look, why don't you go upstairs and get yourself ready, and I'll tell them they can order pizza.

(Squit, Pinky, Pesto and Wakko came into the kitchen.)

Pinky: Those motherfuckas are dope as fuck!

Squit: Yeah. Like dopelly need help! Do they even speak english?

Pesto: (he whacks Squit in the head) Ayy, quit ya whinin'! You're just dead inside because we fit in with da posse because we're da homies and you don't because you're a pussy!

Wakko: I love it. I think I wanna be a rapper now.

Squit: I wouldn't bank on it, Wakko.

Pesto: Ha. Good times.

Brain: Anyway, Pinky, I just wanna talk about dinner. (Hands Pinky $50) Here's $50, just order some pizza.

Pinky: Sweet, thanks, mah boy!

Tara: Brain, c'mon! Let's go.

Brain: Okay, just a sec, I just need to sort this out.

Tara: God! Fine! (she was about to leave)

Brain: But, don't worry. You won't forget the flaw, right?

Tara: What flaw?

Brain: The flaw is I'M GONNA FUCK YOUR FUCKIN' FANNY OFF, YOU FUCKIN' WHORE!

Tara: Nice, now your talking! That's what I need from a man like you! See ya in the sec, hot boy!

(Tara goes upstairs)

Brain: (he suddenly panics) Guys! Listen, I need your advice. You know you said I'd have a problem getting it up? I've got the exact opposite problem, it won't go down. If she touches it, I'm sure it'll go off, straight away. What am I gonna do?

Squit: Just be yourself, be honest with her.

(Pesto facepalms.)

Pinky: (in disbelief) Worst advice ever.

Brain: Pinky, help me!

Pinky: Look, it's somethin' simple. If I were you, go and jerk off now, then when she puts some protection around it, you'll be able to go for hours.

Brain: Pinky, you're a genius! Good idea. (looking confused) Wait...is it?!

Pinky: Fuck yeah! Now shut da fuck up, get up there, knock one out, start on her and don't embarrass yourself and most importantly, don't...be...a...pussy.

Pesto: Yeah, try and forget about how dis is da biggest moment of your life.

Brain: Thanks. See ya.

(Brain runs upstairs.)

Pinky: Good luck.

(Squit N/R: So Brain chose Pinky's advice over mine and as a result was now masturbating into a sink whilst inhaling his girlfriend's thong.)

(In the bathroom, Brain was masturbating.)

Tara: (outside the bathroom) Brainy-Poo, come on. Come to bed.

Brain: Coming, I'm just doing a...number 2. Promise, I'll be quick.

Tara: (outside the bathroom) OK. Wash your hands. (leaves)

Brain: Phew. (carried on masturbating)

(Squit N/R: Downstairs, after only a couple of hours in their company, I was already hopin' the Commander, the Bombardier and the Admiral - would get sent to Afghanistan.)

Willie: Yo, MC Pest, dare ya to down this shit?! (Holds a bottle of orangeade, but now with cigerette butts inside.)

Pesto: Oh, what, no way. (slience) Ahhh...fuck it, let's do dis!

Squit: You don't have to bow to peer pressure, Pesto.

Pesto: Ayy, coo off! I'm talking here! (silence) BITCH-MAGNET! (chugs down a bottle of orangeade with cigerette butts inside)

Squit: No, Pesto, c'mon! It's disgusting! Look, it's got fag butts in it!

(Pesto finishes the whole bottle and spits out a cigerette as everybody cheers.)

Pesto: HA! Smokinggggggg.

Squit: (sarcastically) Oh, great, cheer for dat. Because that was so impressive! What would you like for an encore, Pinky to punch himself in the fuckin' face?!

Pinky: Sure, why not. (punches himself as the other's celebrated.)

Axl: Y'some pussy-ass motherfucka.

Squit: No, no, I'm not.

Pinky: Y'still a bitch tho.

Squit: What, because I don't do dares?! It takes no time or effort or skill to down half a bottle of orangeade!

Wakko: Takes big balls, tho.

Squit: Well, I've got balls! More than you!

Concord: More than 2? Go ahead, do a dare!

Pesto: He won't, dat bitch is a bitch, son.

Axl: I know, look at dis dude.

Squit: So what, if I eat this…(grabs the bonsai tree)...bonsai tree, I automatically become more dope, do I?!

Everyone (in unison): FUCK YEAH! DOWN IT! DOWN IT! DOWN IT!

Axl: Do it.

Squit: Fine, I will!

(There's a short silence as Squit decides whether to eat it or now, despite that he's worried. Then he takes big bites out of the bonsai tree as he really is daring. The others are cheering for Squit.)

(Squit N/R: Unfortunately, it turns out bonsai doesn't mean "delicious little tree" in Japanese. Upstairs, Brain was striving to get some wood of his own.)

(In the bedroom.)

Brain: It is cold in here, isn't it? Like, really cold.

Tara: Cuddle up tighter?

Brain: Good idea.

(They cuddled up tighter as they kiss again.)

Brain: Jesus, does Buttons ever turn the heating on in here?

Tara: (unimpressed) Your sex talk is getting worse, Brain.

Brain: Sorry.

(They carried on kissing.)

Brain: Wait...is it gonna be his first directorial debut?

Tara: (annoyed) Look, he's a filmmaker, it's expensive, OK?! Do you wanna go and talk to him about gas prices?!

Brain: God no!

Tara: Good.

(Brain takes his top off.)

Brain: Are you gonna take your top off?

Tara: I'm cold too, you know.

Brain: Of course, sure, we established. Gimme the condom.

(Tara gets the condom for Brain until…)

Brain: Wait...could you put it on me? It's sexier.

Tara: OK, bad boy!

Brain: Are you ready?

Tara: I dunno. It doesn't look ready.

Brain: No, I'm fine. I just think it would help my, y'know, readiness a little bit, if you put it on with your mouth.

Tara: (confused) With my mouth?

Brain: Or ass.

(Tara looks even more confused.)

(Squit N/R: Or ass. Those two little words every girl dreams of hearing on her first time. Tut, tut, tut. Brain, what are ya doing?)

FINAL PART: The Night's Ruined, Literally

(Squit N/R: Back downstairs, I was halfway through dinner.)

(Squit is still munching up the bonsai tree and the others still cheering. Buttons came to the living room shortly after.)

Buttons: Guys, I'm going to bed, so can you try and keep it down 'coz my head is fuckin' killing me…(looks at Squit disgustingly) The fuck are you doing?!

Pinky: (tried offering Buttons a can of beer) Question! Two fingers. Therefore yo bitch!

Squit: I'm sorry! (burp) I was trying to satirise their bravado. But if you think about it, it worked.

Buttons: (looking disbelief) You ate a bonsai tree.

Squit: Yes, but...

Buttons: (annoyed) I think you should go to bed, and y'all should leave!

Concord: Yeah, fine, we're going back to the studio anyway.

Axl: (looks at Squit, sarcastically) Nice one, Specs, thanks for ruining da night.

Willie: (looks at Pinky) Oh, Pink-Boi, remember what we told ya about Heike, yo?

Pinky: Don't worry, my boy. No regrets!

Concord: No regrets.

Willie: No regrets.

Axl: (singing) NO REGREEEEEEEETS!

(They left as they shut the door, Squit was about to leave the living room.)

Buttons: Uhhh...where do you think you're going?

Squit: Bed. You told me to, remember? I'm tired anyways.

Buttons: Well, not without them, you're not. (sarcastically) Oh, and if you fancy a midnight snack, there's a spider plant in the bathroom. Night! (he goes upstairs)

Pesto: This has been the best night of my life.

(Squit N/R: So, while Pesto got emotional about drinking orangeade and fag butts, Tara was also doing her best to get something disgusting in her mouth: Brain's flaccid penis.)

(In the bedroom.)

Tara: I can't put it on at all when it's like that! Is it nerves?

Brain: Look, just stop talking about it, OK? It's not helping. Just get it on.

Tara: It's not working, it's too soft!

Brain: One more time, please.

Tara: Okay. Just don't push my head down so hard!

Brain: Sorry.

(Tara was choking on the condom but spits it out.)

Brain: Shit! Are you OK? Sorry, but you gotta be more careful. I was scared shitless.

Tara: Brain, it's still not doing anything!

Brain: I know. Oh, God, why won't it start? I do think if I could see your boobs, it would help.

(Tara looked slightly disgusted.)

Squit N/R: Unlike Brain, I could see nipples. Unfortunately, they were hairy and attached to 2 dickheads who wouldn't shut the fuck up.)

(In Button's bedroom, Pinky, Squit, Wakko and Pesto were in bed ready to sleep.)

Pinky: I know Heike wants to fuck me first.

Pesto: Uhhh...no. She wants to fuck ME first. Like the way she looked at me after she sneezed.

Squit: (half-asleep) Shhh. Sleepy times now.

Pinky: No! I've got young meat.

Pesto: No, I'VE got young meat! The Commander said she'd chose me first!

Pinky: Uhhh...no he didn't, motherfucka!

Pesto: Y'calling me a liar, bitch!?

Pinky: Y'calling me a bitch, ya bitch-calling liar!?

Pesto: DAT'S IT!

(As they were about to fight, when they were supposed to be asleep by now, Squit loses his temper and throws a pillow at them.)

Squit: (frustrated) You know what, I have a better idea! Why don't you two imbeciles go and do it together or something?! Get out of the bedroom, and ask her for the fuck she so famously wants! Just let me FUCKIN' SLEEP!

(They pondered as they agreed.)

Pesto: Ayy, good idea.

Pinky: Dude, you're a genius.

Pesto: We'll be right back.

(As they leave.)

Squit: No, guys, come on, I wasn't serious.

(The door shuts.)

Squit: Fine, fine, have it your way! I don't care. I'm sick and tired of babysitting you spoiled brats anyways. (he sleeps in piece)

Wakko: (whispering in his sleep) Ugh, it feels so gooooood.

Squit: Yeah, it does feel so…(He jumped out of the bed and finally realises Wakko was pissing in the bed.) Wak! WAK! WAKE THE FUCK UP, YOU PISSED THE BED!

Wakko: (finally woke up, but still pissing) Oh, no!

Squit: Stop! Stop pissing!

Wakko: I've gotta problem with that!

Squit: Well, go to the fuckin' toliet next time, how about that!?

(Wakko finally gets up and stops pissing.)

Squit: Oh, God, Button's gonna murder us! Why's it so green?

Wakko: Uh. My head hurts.

Squit: (furious) Well, thank you very much for reminding me this 'coz I'll suspend your sympathy once I get uncovered in your piss!

Wakko: It's good for you.

Squit: (sarcastically) Well, whooptty-doo! I'll piss on you, shall I?!

Wakko: Wait, really?

Squit: NO! GET THE FUCK TO THE TOILET!

(Wakko goes outside the bedroom.)

Squit: Ugh, it smells like pissy Sugar Puffs!

Wakko: I'm a mess. Which one's the bathroom?

Squit: More worryingly, where's Pinky and Pesto?

(Heike screamed from the other bedroom.)

Squit: (sarcastically) Well, what a surprise.

(In the bedroom.)

Pinky: Come on, Heike, just gimme a little fuck, I know you wanna.

Buttons: (angrily) Get out! You've got ten seconds to get out of my fucking room!

Pesto: Don't worry! I've got enough young meat for ya both. How about a fourway?!

Buttons: (gets out of bed and kicks them out) Get fucking out!

(Squit N/R: So while these two idiots had to get out, Brain couldn't get in.)

(Tara and Brain were trying to have sex, but it wasn't going so well.)

Tara: Brain, Brain. Nothing's happening.

Brain: (frustrated) I know, do you think I don't fucking know that?! I know that better than anyone! I know it's floppy!

Tara: Sorry! I was just saying.

Brain: Well, don't just say, OK?! I know better than anyone that my penis isn't fucking working!

Tara: It's OK.

Brain: (gets furious) It's not fucking OK! It's not OK! (looks at his penis) Why won't you start?! Every time I don't want one, you're actually there, and yet the one time I actually need it, nothing!

Tara: OK, you're scaring me now.

Brain: Just work, you stupid fucking thing! Get big! Get big!

Tara: (scared) Brain!

Brain: Why aren't you doing it?! Do it! Get big! Oh, please just work, you ugly cunt! (he burst into tears as he was hitting his penis)

Tara: (scared) Brain, stop it!

(Meanwhile, Buttons kicks Pinky and Pesto out of the bedroom and saw Squit and Wakko covered in piss.)

Buttons: What the fuck, man, have you pissed in my fucking room?!

Squit: Well, Wakko… (looks at Wakko angrily)

Wakko: My bad.

Squit: ...just had a little accident. But look, none of this is ideal, I am aware of that.

Buttons: (getting furious) You are disgusting! Disgusting! Oh, my God, the smell, the mess!

(Tara gets out of the room and hid behind Buttons to get away from Brain as she's scared.)

Tara: Buttons, Buttons, he's gone weird just like you said he would.

(Brain also gets out of the room.)

Brain: Yes! Tara, Tara, Tara, look, I've almost got it! Oh, hi, everyone.

(There was a short silence as Pinky facepalms and whispers "I told ya not to be a pussy", Buttons look disgusted, Pesto and Wakko looked confused and Squit looks shocked.)

Pinky: Buttons, look. I know we had some shitty times but look around us now!

(Buttons looked at them as the others were naked.)

Pinky: WE'RE NAKED!

(short silence)

Buttons: (getting livid) I swear to god! If you don't get outta my house right now, I'm gonna call the fuckin' cops!

(Pinky turned his smile into a frown.)

Buttons: GET OUT! (as he gets the phone)

Pinky: (angrily) Well, fuck you! It worked anyway!

Squit: Okay fine, this isn't perfect, sure, but let's be reasonable here, none of us have any clothes on.

(Buttons still looks disgusted.)

Pesto: Are we havin' dis four-way or what?!

(Buttons was losing his patients as he threatens them by calling 911.)

Squit: OK, OK. Fine. We're going. We're sorry.

(They all leave.)

(Squit N/R: No, we weren't gonna have a four-way, we were gonna spend the night in Brain's shitty-ass car naked and then when we'd sobered up, drive home at stupid 5 o'clock the next morning.)

(In a car, Brain, Squit and Wakko were still upset about earlier while Pinky and Pesto were vomiting in the doggybags.)

Pesto: God, I think I regret drinking a whole bottle of orangeade wit cigarettes in it! (vomits again)

Wakko: Didn't Tara want a lift back, Brain?

Brain: I think she's OK, Wak. (sarcastically) Oh, and I forgot to thank y'all for the advice, by the way, it went perfectly. I'm so glad y'all came along.

Pinky: I told ya not to pussy out. What exactly did you do to her anyway?

Pesto: Yeah, what happened?

Brain: (sarcastically) Nothing. I think that's what happened.

(Brain's phone rang from the floor.)

Brain: Get it, Squit.

(Squit picks up his phone and checks.)

Squit: It's Tara.

Pinky: (dizzy) Beep, beep, beep, beep.

Brain: Oh, cool.

Squit: (still checking) She says never contact her and Buttons again or Buttons will kill you.

Brain: Cool.

(Pinky vomited in the bag again as Brain tapped him in the back.)

(Squit N/R: I'd been inspired by my trip to Santa Monica. Inspired to get the best career I possibly could so I didn't end up at the asylum with Pinky and Pesto. But one good thing came out of the weekend: Tara dumping Brain meant I got my friend back. My silver-tongued,... (Brain (flashback): FUCK YOUR FUCKIN' FANNY OFF, YOU FUCKIN' WHORE!) ...slightly weird and still a "pussy" friend.)

Pesto: Guys, pull over to da hospital, I think I need ta get my stomach pumped! (farts) Whoops. (laughs) I think the orangeade and the cigarettes just slipped outta my rear end for somehow. My bad! (laughs again)

Squit: Oh, for Christ's sake!

Brain: PESTO!

THE END!

I hope you enjoyed my 3rd fanfiction episode of the Outsiders. Thx. Peace!

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A Fourth One

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader x Stephen Strange , some implied Surprise Avenger x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, cursing, topic towards the end may not be for everyone

Word Count: 4,287

Notes: This is my first ever IronStrange x Reader fic. I hope you like it and enjoy! GIFs are not mine. If you happen to re-blog, like or comment, thank you! I appreciate you.

You’ve been looking forward to reading this book for weeks now, but you’ve been stuck on the same page for the past hour.

You’re seated on your favorite chair at the Compound--much like Cobonpue’s bloom ones, only this was larger, fluffier. It’s situated by one of the giant picture windows that faced the lake. It was fair outside, the early morning sun casting a soft glow over everything it touched.

On any given day, this would have been perfect, but you’re grumpy.

“Making plans then changing them last minute. Jerks,” you mutter.

You kick yourself--as you always do during these self reflections--for even agreeing to be in a relationship with Tony No-Time-for-Anybody Stark and Stephen Always-Busy-Protecting-Sanctums Strange.

You didn’t want to be needy, because you weren’t. But these were peaceful times; the nightmare of the end of the world far behind.

You don’t even want to think about it but the memory barges in anyway.

The horror of watching Stephen slowly fade; not a single tear from you because you’re there, too, feeling everything and nothing all at once.

What a cruel place to be at the end of it all, a strange planet. Your heart breaks before you turn to dust; Stephen gone, fear in Tony’s eyes. You find solace that he remains in place despite the cry he lets out. And you try to reach him but you’re falling, so he runs to you.

“I won that bet, love,” you croak.

Tony is wailing. Shouting, begging, pleading ‘no’ over and over.

“It’s the end of the world, and I still love you, with all of--”

And then nothingness.

Your heart hammers in your chest. It’s ironic. You never have nightmares of that dark past, but when they do come, you’re always fully aware--always in a conscious state.

You drop the book. There’s no point in reading it now; your mood is ruined.

A floating small silver ball hovers, a faint violet light scanning you.

“Good morning, Agent Y/L/N. How are you doing today?”

“Urgh. Go away, FRIDAY.”

“Negative. Mr. Stark insists he gets an answer.”

“Mr. Stark can ask me himself.” You leave the comforts of the chair and decide to head out.

“He’s rather busy right now. Though your vitals scan show a spike in heart rate and blood pressure, which alarmed Mr. Stark.”

“I’m still standing, aren’t I?” You make your way to the staircases which no one really uses.

“If I may inquire, where are you headed, Agent Y/L/N?”

“Out.”

“That’s rather vague. Mr. Stark has instructions against letting you out of the Compound. You may want to reconsider.”

“I may want to, but I won’t.”

You glare at the hovering device and slam the door of the staircase access. It’s quite a long way down but you manage to find the exit soon enough.

You emerge from the far end of the building, the side facing away from the lake.

This area is very discreet and almost no one passes by here, which is why you’re surprised to see Carol Danvers making her way to you.

“Care?! You’re here!”

She lights up and you do a quick hug. “Just visiting.” Then she narrows her eyes at you. “Why are you here? As far as I know, I’m the only one who uses this way as an entrance.”

You laugh. “Well this is my quick exit starting today. Hey, would you mind giving me a ride to the city?”

“Y/N, I just got here. My car’s all the way there,” she points to the opposite side of the Compound.

“No. I mean you give me a ride to the city. Pretty please? Time is of the essence!”

“Hey, I’m not a rental!” She exclaims before adding, “What’s going on?” Concern on her face.

“I know! You’re a badass superhero who happens to fly. And… I’m kinda evading Tony. FRIDAY says he has some “instructions” against me leaving the Compound, so I’m gonna do exactly that.”

She scoffs. “What kind of bullshit order is that?”

“Right?! So what do you say?”

Her expression turns serious, then she sighs. “Y/N if you think I’m just gonna help you defy Stark’s orders…”

She shakes her head before grinning.

“Then you’re absolutely right.”

You squeal in delight. “Yes!”

“Come on, take my hand.” You take it then she wraps your right arm around her waist--having you side by side--before finally taking flight.

You land in a discreet alley. It’s deserted, but you hear music and smell a variety of aromas nearby.

“Wow. That was not my best idea.” You chuckle, still feeling a little dizzy.

“Yeah? That’s why they say be careful what you wish for.” Carol says smirking.

Oh, Carol Susan Jane. How unfair is it that you manage to look glorious in jeans and a plain black top after a flight like that? You try to reorient yourself with the ground. Momentarily you feel bile rise up, but it subsides.

You follow the scent of promising good food to distract yourself. “God, is that seafood I smell? Please let it be seafood.”

Carol looks incredulous. “Seafood at 8 a.m. Really?”

“What? You the breakfast police?”

“With that choice I think I might be.” She scrunches her face.

Just as you’re about to exit the alley, a round spark materializes before you.

“Wha--” Carol stops in her tracks.

“Damnit!” you mutter just as Stephen emerges from the portal.

This is so uncommon that you take time to process everything. Despite his wizard abilities, Stephen always made sure to travel to New York like a normal person.

“Are you out of your mind?!” He’s not yelling, but the tone of his voice stings. He throws you an accusatory look as the portal behind him closes. He’s clearly mad about something.

“Hey, what’s your problem?” Carol demands.

Stephen turns to her. “Hi, Carol. Now that you’ve asked nicely, let me just say that Tony and I do not appreciate the stunt you pulled just now.” He enunciates his words and offers a sarcastic smile.

Carol is about to argue but you interrupt her. “I asked her to take me here, Stephen.” You glare at him. “What are you doing here, anyway?”

His jaw clenches. “You asked her?”

You raise your eyebrow at him. You stand your ground. You are not repeating yourself.

He looks back and forth between you and Carol and seems to want to say something more, but he doesn’t. He sighs instead and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Okay, sweetheart. I’m sorry. Please, will you come back with me to the Compound?” He takes a step toward you. It’s only then that you get to take in how he’s wearing a pale blue button down paired with dark jeans. His hair’s quite a mess. A hint of stubble already forming.

You want to give him shit for his tone earlier, but you hold it back. Oh, how you missed him! He touches your left arm and snakes his other hand on your waist, eyes pleading.

You’re about to respond when Carol clears her throat. “I’ll meet you back there, Y/N. See you later.” She goes back further down the alley then she’s gone in a flash.

Turning back to him you say, “Okay.”

He leads you out of the alley and you both stand at the sidewalk.

“We’re not going through?” You wonder. You assumed that since that’s how he came here, you’ll portal your way home.

“No. We’re waiting for Happy.”

Your brow furrows but you don’t say anything. Now that you’re reflecting on it, it makes you think. Did something bad happen? Could there be another threat out there? Your blood runs cold.

“Why is this such a big deal?!” You blurt out.

Stephen is not surprised by your sudden exclamation. “Because. Tony wanted you to stay at home. And you defy him by escaping like a--for the lack of a better term--horny teenager.”

“Excuse me?!” You groan. “First of all, he didn’t want me to stay at home. He ordered me to. I don’t know, is this an era where women are treated as objects again?! And second, we made plans! I thought we were gonna stay in today and laze around like we haven’t done in a while. But what do you do? You both cancel. Tony’s chosen some shit project to tinker with again and you’re off to some-God knows-where location, making shitty excuses as to why you can’t come home. So, I’ve settled to do some random thing to entertain myself with and Carol was there. And wow, somehow that’s enough reason for you to show up.”

You usually have your temper under control, but today is different. Once the dam broke, the words just kept rushing out.

Panic and guilt crosses Stephen’s face. Before he could say anything, a black sedan stops in front of you.

You wordlessly climb at the backseat, Stephen following suit.

“Hi, Y/N, Stephen!” Happy greets cheerily.

“Hi, Happy.” You say back lacking the energy. Stephen offers him the same greeting. Sensing the tension, Happy drives away in silence.

You’re looking out your side’s window when you feel Stephen move closer to you. You choose to ignore him, but he takes your right hand and clasp it.

It’s a while before he speaks.

“Sweetheart, baby, please look at me.” He pleads. But you’re stubborn as hell.

He kisses your hair, smells it like he usually does, then moves his lips over the inside of your ear. “Please, sweetheart. I am sorry,” he whispers. The bastard! Warmth spreads from where he whispers those words to the rest of your body. Knowing full well his effect on you, he kisses down to your neck then to the sweet spot near your shoulder.

You stifle a moan and squeeze his thighs. “Okay, okay! Just…” you finally look at him then motion for him to move away a little. You squeeze his hands.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He says again, this time eye to eye.

“Okay.” You whisper.

There’s an intensity that burns in his gaze and before you know it he’s kissing you. At first it’s tender, but then you hug him and suddenly he’s a wild man, hungry, thirsty.

“God, I’ve missed you.” He says as he catches his breath. You’re not even given the chance to reply because he’s kissing you again, fervor all the same. I missed you too, love.

You feel his hands travel down from your hip to your thigh and it makes you weak--you melt in him. The world around you almost disappears, you’re lost in each other, but Happy clears his throat.

The kiss is broken so suddenly that you feel lightheaded. You look out the window as you’re entering the Compound.

“Thanks, Happy.” You say before you step out of the car, Stephen helping you out.

“You’re always welcome, Y/N.” Then he drives off again.

You’ve just entered the foyer when Tony marches towards you, a stern look on his face.

“What were you thinking!?”

You sigh in frustration. You’ve been through this with Stephen. You’re not stressing about it again.

“You’re overreacting, Tony.”

You walk past him and head for the elevator. He’s there close at your heels. Stephen lagging behind.

“I am certainly not! I told you to stay--”

“No. FRIDAY told me. You couldn’t be bothered, remember?” You didn’t intend to make it sound bitter, but it comes out that way.

You begrudgingly press your floor’s button and lean on the wall. It’s just the three of you in the confined space.

“I--”

The elevator dings as you reach your floor, cutting Tony off, and you stomp out towards your apartment.

“Don’t yell at her, Tony.” You hear Stephen say.

“I’m not!” Tony retorts.

You open your door and get in without bothering to look back at them. You close the door behind you.

You trudge to your bed, feeling exhausted all of a sudden and lie down. You hear Tony and Stephen arguing on the other side but their words are muffled by the barrier.

What a morning, you think. Then the arguing stops.

You hear the door open and someone comes in. Tony, you guess. The bed dips behind you and a whiff of metal, fresh linens, pears, wood, and coconut confirms your suspicion.

“Go away,” you grumble.

You feel him lie down too and move over to you. Then a hand wraps around your waist, warmth flooding your back.

“Sweetheart, baby, I’m sorry. You’re right, I overreacted.” He whispers, voice sincere.

What?! Your boyfriends may be unpredictable as hell, but one thing you know for sure is that Tony almost never yields. Never this easily. Your concern from earlier gnaws at you.

You turn to face him, the sudden movement throwing his back on the bed.

“What’s going on? Is something threatening the world again?” You whisper, not really wanting to hear the answer to that.

Tony’s expression changes to confusion. He brings himself up again to one elbow, matching you. “Baby, there’s no threat. Why would you think that?”

You narrow your eyes at him. It’s easy to catch him in a lie, but there’s nothing on his face that indicates he’s lying.

“You and Stephen are acting like there is a threat out there. He came through a portal! He never does that unless it’s an emergency.”

Tony chuckles, but then he sees the panic in your eyes and he caresses your cheek. “Baby, I assure you, everything’s fine.” He kisses your forehead, traces his lips to your nose, then plants a soft kiss to your lips. He looks at you again. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sure?”

“I am sure. I promise.” He smiles and your heart is calm again.

The irritation from earlier fades and it’s replaced with a desire to touch him so you do. You let your hands roam and his breath hitches. You smirk, then when you can no longer hold it, kiss him. There’s nothing sweet or innocent about it; you devour him. He kisses back but it’s not the same. There’s no life in it.

You draw back. “What?”

He sighs. Then look past your head, not making eye contact. “Of all people, Carol? Really?”

“Seriously?” You groan, then lie on your back and glare at the ceiling. Stephen didn’t make it an issue--at least not that way--but it’s always a deal with Tony. You look back at him. “She happened to be there, love. Hell, if it was Sam or Rhodey, I’d ask them. I just needed a ride.”

There’s a resigned look on his face. “You couldn’t drive like a normal person?”

You raise your brow at him. “I don’t know, there was this annoying AI ordered by some psycho to trail me. I had to get out, fast.” You attempt to look serious, but fail and laugh instead.

“Psycho, huh?” His voice turns husky. There’s a tingling on your toes. He grabs you closer to him, his hard chest and strong arms blanketing you. He nuzzles your neck and his beard tickles you. You giggle. Something stirs between you and he dips his head and trail kisses further down your neck, eliciting more giggles.

Then the door swings open.

“I knew this was taking longer than necessary.” Stephen walks in, arms crossed.

You try to say something, but you squeal instead because Tony’s not letting up on the kisses.

“Tony, love,” you plead breathless. “Stop it.” You look over his shoulder and see Stephen standing there, unmoving. Help, you mouth at him.

Just punch him, he mouths back, miming a left jab and donning a wicked grin on his face.

Your giggles turns to a boisterous laugh. Tony looks up at you then to Stephen. He frowns and sits up. “Honey, must you ruin this for me? You’ve had your turn.”

Stephen’s grin is wiped from his face and your eyes widen. Tony smirks. “You two never learn, do you?” He looks pointedly at Stephen. “I taste you so easily on her,” he turns to you, “and vice versa.”

“Well I’ve missed him so bad. You know he’s almost never around.” You say defensively.

“Hey!” Stephen protests, betrayed. He walks over to the bed and sits at the edge. “And don’t you give me crap about being unable to control kissing our girl, honey. You’re the one who’s always here with her and you manage to take it for granted every damn time.”

“No, I don’t.” Tony replies, hurt in his eyes.

They stare each other down before Stephen lets out an exasperated sigh. “This is not how we planned for today to go.”

Tony offers him a small smile. “No, it’s not.” He reaches out for Stephen’s hand and they interlace their fingers.

“Does this mean we can stay all day in bed like we intended to?” You whisper.

“Yes, sweetheart. But first we have to show you something,” Stephen says. He stands and Tony hops off the bed. They both look at you expectantly.

“I don’t know, I’m kind of really loving where I am right now.” You dramatically dissolve into the mattress, faking a yawn.

Tony chuckles. “Come now, baby. We’ll have all the time later. I promise. And I mean it this time.”

You sit up abruptly and hop off. “Oooh, I love it when you mean things.” You look at them both. “Let’s go then.”

Tony brings you to his Invention Lair, as you called it. It’s darker here, more blue and other colored lights from devices aglow than there is natural light.

You rarely come down here, mostly because when Tony tinkers, he’s not really your Tony. You glance at Stephen and you figure he has the same thoughts. He’s regarding the space like you do--feeling more intruding than visiting.

He stops at a dark section and turns to face you. You notice the nervous look he sneaks on Stephen before looking back at you.

“Y/N, baby, I love you. We both love you.”

Whatever he wanted to say, that is not what you expect. “I love you too,” you’re confused and surprised so the reply comes out a faint whisper. “You’re scaring me, what’s going on?”

Tony takes a deep breath, then turns on the light. At the center of the cramped room is a futuristic looking box. It’s hard to tell at first because the whole thing is transparent, but light catches on the soft curved edges, making its outline known. At this angle you see that it’s hollow--a box without a cover.

“Okay I don’t want to sound stupid but… it’s a box.”

Tony grins. “Not quite.” He grabs a small rectangular device from the table nearby and presses something. There’s a whirring sound before the box lights up a soft blue glow. You realize the transparent--is that glass? acrylic?--sides are screens, letters, numbers and icons glowing.

“Wow. That’s..” You try to find the word to describe it but fail. You still can’t figure out what that thing is.

You hear Stephen sniffle behind you and say, “It’s a crib.”

“A crib.” You repeat.

“Yes.” Tony’s voice croaks. As if this day couldn’t get any weirder, you see him teary-eyed. “Honey?” He looks past you at Stephen.

You feel Stephen walk up to you and he takes your hand, cupping your cheek with his other one.

“Sweetheart, baby… we think you’re pregnant.”

You feel your heart skip a beat. What Stephen says doesn’t register immediately because the world stills; you forget to breathe.

“You think I’m what?!” It comes out in a rush. Panic evident.

They both look at you, a weird combination of determination and nervousness in their eyes, but they don’t say anything.

“No” Not denial, just a plain statement. “I’m supposed to know more about that, right?” Uncertainty, a trembling voice.

They exchange a glance. “Sweetheart, you remember how you’ve been crazy about avocado your entire life?” Tony asks, walking close to you. “Then suddenly, last week after I’ve bought you an entire batch of them, you can’t stop retching?”

“I think we agreed that was a bad batch.” Your voice quivers.

Tony smiles a soft smile. “You’ve been having nausea for two weeks now.”

You had, but you always assumed that was all the stress and random food you’ve been eating lately.

“And may I remind you of the heart attack you almost gave Sergeant Barnes when you fainted in the middle of that recon mission in Bogotá last Sunday? He thought you were dying when you had extreme cramps in the quinjet on the way home.” Stephen chimes in. He turns to Tony, “You’d think we’re the drama queens--then there’s Barnes.”

Tony raises his brows at that. “Focus, honey.”

Stephen turns back to you, hope shines in his eyes. “How late are you, baby?”

You’re blindsided by the question because you haven’t thought much about it until now. Oh. Could it really be? God. How late am I? You wrack your brain as you trace the last you remember of your period. Shit. Has it really been two months?

You don’t realize you’re crying until Stephen croons. “Shhh, sweetheart, we’re here. It’s okay.” He wraps you in a hug. Somehow it makes you cry harder.

Is this the moment they write about in songs? One about finding something you thought you’d never find? Could I really deserve this kind of happiness? And just as you ask that, dread washes over.

“Oh, love,” you say to both of them, in between sobs. “I want this so bad. I never thought I’d want it but I do know now. But… what if you’re wrong?” You regret saying it because the fear that grips your heart is unimaginable.

Tony kisses the top of your head. “Then baby, let’s find out.”

Your world swirls. Ten weeks. At least that’s what Dr. Varshavski--Stephen’s friend--said. You’ve been carrying a new life for that long.

You’re seated at the doctor’s office. Unlike the hospital halls, Dr. Varshavski’s space is homey. Stephen and Tony has been barraging the young doctor with questions but you’re having a hard time focusing, lost in your thoughts.

I’m going to be a mom. Technically, I am already.

“Sweetheart?” Tony asks, rubbing your back. Your reverie is interrupted.

“What? I’m-I’m so sorry. I was just…” you stammer.

Stephen touches your hand reassuringly. “Baby, did you hear what Viktor said?”

“No, I’m sorry.” Tears fall again before you could stop yourself. “I’m so so so sorry. I should be more responsible than this. And now I’m just a mess.”

Viktor’s eyes are soft, understanding. “It’s okay, Y/N. I was just informing Stephen and Tony that what you have right now is a rare pregnancy.”

You nod. “Rare how?”

“It’s called superfetation. It’s a phenomenon when an already pregnant woman conceives again, leaving the development of two embryos of different ages. In your case, the two are three weeks apart.”

You freeze. Two? I didn’t even think I deserved one and now I got two? The thought scares you to death and warms your heart at the same time.

“That’s…” you start sobbing again but this time you don’t care. “That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Stephen agrees, tears in his eyes.

It’s an imbroglio, the three of you. Crying and trying to touch as much of each other in the small space.

Another thought occurs to you. “Wait, how do we know whose is it?”

Viktor smiles. “We’ll have to do more tests, but as these two asked me earlier, the superfetation case makes it possible for the two to have different fathers.”

Your eyes widen. You look at Stephen.

“Sweetheart, that’s science working right there. The case is rare, but there have been similar occurrences in the past. Before I came here, I was actually visiting one of those cases.”

“Oh.” You turn to the doctor. “Will.. they be safe?”

“You’ll have to come in for regular check ups, of course. But so long as there are no complications, it’s generally a normal pregnancy.”

You nod wordlessly. Stephen and Tony have a few more questions before you are sent home. The drive back to the Compound is silent, as is the elevator ride to your apartment. You sit on the bed.

“You were busy because of that futuristic crib project of yours.” You regard Tony. He nods.

“And you were away again because of research for… this?” You ask Stephen. He nods.

“That’s why you were both freaking out.” Then the sobbing comes again. “Oh God… *sob* I’ve been giving you… *hiccup* crap about cancelling today and now I’m actually *sobs* the crappy one in all this.”

They huddle over you. “Baby, you’re carrying our kids. You’re more than allowed to be anything you want.” Stephen kisses your hair.

“And you’re stubborn as hell, but never crappy.” Tony teases.

You laugh softly. “It scares me to be this happy.”

“As it does scare us, baby.” They say.

You lie down, feet still dangling at the side of the bed. They do the same, all three of you staring at the ceiling.

“I love you.” It’s always Stephen who says it first; a man who knows the power of time and the things it can take in an instant.

“I love you.” Your turn always comes next; a reply to one and a declaration to the other.

“I love you.” Tony says last; always the one who says it with the most passion, the most meaning--it resonates until the next time you’re together.

Then, for the first time ever, a fourth one. “I love you.” You say again, touching your belly.

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