#it made my fingers bleed XD

[peachsayshi]

Hi Peach! I’m pretty new around here but I’m here to get in on your WIP tag. I wanna take a sneak peek at two different things but to save the effort for you to not do that I would really wanna see what the next Older Brothers Best Friend Geto x Reader pt. 4 🫣

“whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same pt. 4”

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✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄ older brother’s best friend geto x female reader ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ 

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni)  ↬･tags: (check my masterlist for previous parts) tension; alcohol consumption; reader is gojo’s sister; reader has a big fat crush on geto; size difference; kind of angsty but that's because I'm keeping this as an on going drabble as ideas hit me; this ends a bit abruptly but there will be more parts once I conjure up some other ideas( age gap; reader is 22 and geto is 27

⥽ notes: hello! thank you so much for reaching out, and I'll be happy to add you to the tag list! I was originally going to share just a snippet, but in honor of suguru's birthday I decided to go back and clean up the next part to share with you! I know I said I was taking a break from geto fics but something sparked when I reread this XD I hope you enjoy this update hehe

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You're hyper aware of the confined space, of the sound of the car slowly purring when Suguru hits the acceleration, of the intoxicating aroma wafting off of his body, and of the gnawing, aching silence that's hanging heavy in the air.

The two of you haven't said a single word to each other once you dropped off your friends. Suguru tried to eliminate the awkwardness by turning on the radio, but the sound of the low bass was only matching the erratic pace of your heart.

You squeeze your hands into two small fists on your lap, keeping yours eyes on the road as you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth. Your cheeks sting with embarrassment, the heat scorching the apple of your cheeks. You bounce your leg up and down, trying to steady your breath as you muddle through your jumbled up thoughts. A shiver ripples along your exposed spine when you recall the bubbly tone of your friends voice, cringing to yourself as you hear her sing "isn't that also the name of the guy you have a crush on?"

You would do anything to hurl yourself out of the car at this very second.

You aren't even sure if you should apologize profusely for her behavior, or to try and offer Suguru some semblance of an explanation behind her statement.

A hand finds your thigh, a gentle touch bringing your awareness to the present. You gaze down and stretch out your tense fists, fingers spreading where the tips barely touch Suguru's palm.

You freeze.

He lightly traces his thumb back and forth, the tender gesture forcing your will to look up at him.

His sharp eyes are still on the road, and he relaxes into his seat while using his other hand to steer the wheel. "Relax, sweetheart," he coos warmly, a hint of a grin ticking at the corner of his mouth, "I'm not going to bite."

There's a tickle in your throat when you speak, your voice leaving your body in timid horror. He makes it so hard for you to conceal yourself - like you're a an open wound bleeding freely before his eyes.

"I'm mortified," you admit quietly, shameful tears forming as the champagne bubbles in your veins.

Suguru's hand doesn't leave you, but hearing your reply cracks the gentle grin on his face.

"Why are you mortified?" he replies steadily, his brow quirking with intrigue but there's a playfulness in his tone that makes you wary, like he's trying to pry the answer out of you himself.

"Um, because of what she said-" you exhale, as you turn away once Suguru tries to catch your stare. You return to look at the tips of your fingers so close to his palm, the slither of distance sending tingles up your forearms.

"Don't sweat it. Besides, nobody is worse than Satoru, right? He's particularly embarrassing when he drinks," Suguru consoles.

You swallow nervously at the mention of your brother, wishing that Suguru didn't bring him up at this very moment. You mindlessly extend your index finger out, the pad slightly ghosting Suguru's knuckle, and your heart flutters when he flexes at the featherlight contact.

The car halts abruptly, and your heart stops.

You didn't even notice that you made it back home.

The street lights around you glow like a thousand stars, a dewy mist hindering their radiant halos. Suguru lifts his hand away from your thigh to shift the gear into park, and you feel an unwanted chill from the vacancy.

"Yeah," you anxiously snigger, trying your best to play off the moment with ease but there's something in your heart that's stopping your performance.

You're defenseless against the influence of the alcohol in your system, the mask you've so carefully been wearing cracking to lay bare the truth beneath.

You breathe out as you undo your seat belt.

"It's just..." you carefully add on, your courage bravely egging you on to just tell Suguru how you really feel.

There's no point in lying, you reiterate. Come clean.

When you turn to face him, you find yourself faltering once again. He looks bigger than he is with you both trapped inside the vehicle. The expanse of his broad shoulders stretching across miles. His dreamy eyes pierce through your own irises, plunging themselves right into the depths of your soul. You're suddenly shrinking under the heat of his gaze, curling into yourself like a small creature hiding in it’s shell.

Suguru tilts his head, always considering you thoughtfully.

"Just?"

You angle your body towards him, wishing you could just pour out your feelings in an effortlessly cool manner. You think about how Utahime, Shoko and Mei Mei act. Each one of them moving and flowing with self assurance that you can only admire.

Right now all you have is the softest parts of you, your delicacy at the forefront. All the drinks you've consumed have eroded away the shield of your concern, and you feel everything spin once again while Suguru remains firmly in his own place.

Strong. Poised. A beacon that your heart keeps gravitating towards again and again. It pounds in your chest - thump, thump, thump - and the longer you linger in his space, the less you find yourself willing to resist your own desire.

"Remember when we um...when we kissed?" you feebly inquire, a slight shiver making your shoulders tremble.

Suguru's eyes dip to your lips, the memory an anchor of temptation that constantly weighs him down when he's around you.

"You were...guiding me, a-and you said something along the lines of how some guys like it when the their partner can be...assertive..." your body moves faster than your mind can catch up with itself. You inch closer, leaning your torso forward as you tilt up your chin to place your face directly in front of his. "There's...there's something I need to tell you..."

Suguru's expression transitions from curiosity to caution. He visibly stiffens when you close the gap, your innocent lips brushing against the corner of his mouth.

"Sweetheart," he mumbles warily, but releases a petite sigh when you press firmly down.

A peck so small for a gesture far, far too big.

"Would it be so bad if I said it?" you wonder, when you notice him visibly stiffen. "Would it be so bad if we just-"

Your mouth goes dry at the thought, your stomach twitching with uncertainty. Your hands find his shoulders, and you trace the outline of his lips with your own, lingering for just a minute as you hold his gaze.

You faintly lick your lips before moving in for a real kiss.

Just like he taught you.

You feel his palm against your waist, a wave of goosebumps bumping all over your bare skin. Suguru parts his lips to grant you entrance, and you hungrily slip your tongue in for a taste. You ribbon your arms around his neck, whimpering gently when he digs his fingers into your flesh. He eagerly returns the kiss, in the same way he did before when the both of you were lying horizontally on his couch. Your lips crush together, your tongues locking into ties and twists.

He drags his electric touch upward, slipping underneath the flimsy fabric of your top. You gasp into the kiss as his fingers tease the curve of your breast, grazing the underside and making you sink your own digits into the forest of his shadowy mane.

But just when you've almost lost yourself into the haze of your addiction, Suguru suddenly pulls away.

Your name spills out of his lips in frustration.

You widen your eyes slightly.

For as long as you've known the man he's always ever addressed you with one of his many cutesy pet names.

His "sweetheart", his "doll", his "princess".

Every one of them left his lips with indifference but they always held so much affection while maintaining a safe distance of attachment.

But hearing your name, which always leaves his lips like an affliction, which he only calls out in moments few and far in between, seizes your heart pitifully.

"We shouldn't," Suguru points out, his voice deeper than the color of his midnight hair. "We can't."

You thought about the girl he was kissing on the night of his party. The way his body tangled in between the fabric of her purple dress.

"Why not?" you press, anticipating your long awaited answer.

You wanted to hear him say it himself - to admit that there was somebody else. Maybe the rejection will help you finally get over this long winded crush. Maybe the heartbreak is just what you needed to set yourself free.

Suguru's hand was still resting precariously underneath your top, but neither of you were perturbed by the intimacy of your bodies loosely intertwined.

"Because," he breathes out bitterly, “I told Satoru that I wouldn't."

Your jaw goes slack, your mouth dropping in obvious surprise when you part your lips.

"You...what?"

There's a twitch in his jaw. He dotingly presses his forehead against yours, allowing his eyes to flutter close. Leaning into the touch of the one thing he's forbidden to have.

He slithers his hand away, and your body twinges in agony, like it's begging him not to. Tears prick your eyes, but you aren't sure if it's because you can feel your heart crumple or if you're simply overwhelmed.

"I shouldn't have-" Suguru murmurs, "I shouldn't have let things go so far."

"But-" you sniffle, blinking back your tears and your reaction makes him instantly pliable, like you can mold him easily between your fingers

"Satoru is too familiar with every part of me. Too familiar with my history. The good, and the bad." Suguru explains, "And he's fiercely protective of you."

The truth sinks in, the awareness of yet another obstacle in your way.

You slump in your seat, feeling foolish for not considering the extent of how deep their friendship lies. "Oh."

Your hands fall away from around his neck, and you fidget as you shift to look forward. Your chest hiccups as you try to resist the full shattering of your docile composure.

Suguru's eyes don't leave you.

"I should...um,..." you announce with a furrow of your brow, shedding all aspects of your embarrassment and grief in the hopes to leave them behind in the front seat of his car. "I should go..."

You gather your things, ignoring Suguru when he calls out your name a second time. You slam the door behind you, your heart effectively dwindling into nothing but ashes at your feet.

One tear falls, and then another. You initially perceived that the strike of rejection would bring you a sense of catharsis, a final out of the clutches of these sinking emotions… but you didn't expect the sting to hurt this dreadfully.

You carry your feet with as much strength as you can muster to your front door, fumbling with the keys as you struggle with blurry eyes. You sniffle quietly to yourself again when you insert it into its lock, taking a minute to compose yourself before stepping inside.

You freeze taking a step over the threshold when a brush of warmth traces the outline of your waist.

There’s a shadow that drowns out the light behind you, whispering for your return.

You spin on your heel to find Suguru behind you, his lamenting eyes apologetic.

You quickly wipe any rogue tears away, clearing your throat as he takes another step forward.

“Please,” you beg, “let’s just forget about it…”

Suguru nods his head - not because he wants to, but because he has to.

He doesn’t ask for permission when his hands grip your waist, nor do you deny him the access.

“Please, don’t cry,” he soothes in return, his voice angelic and lovely. “Seeing you upset kills me”

You know it’s the truth.

Suguru has always been blunt about how soft he is towards you - even going as far as putting Satoru in his place when your brother tries to overstep.

“I’m fine, just tipsy…” you lie.

Suguru doesn’t point out your fib - taking it at face value even though he doesn’t want to. You nuzzle into his arms when he extends his embrace, enveloping yourself into his protective hug.

One his hands seeks your jaw, and he cradles it with care, ensuring to handle your fragility with a delicate caress. He tilts your face up towards his helpless eyes, hoping you’ll eventually make peace with this like he did. His thumb traces your bottom lip, he tugs at the muscle and watches it gently bounce back. Resisting the urge to kiss away whatever pain he’s caused.

“I don’t want you to think that I don’t want this, because I do,” he confesses, maintaining a balance between the scale of your relationship lest you feel weighed down by him. “You make me feel things that I shouldn’t.”

He seals the truth with an honest peck and a spark ignites inside you but you hastily put out the flame.

Yet, his admittance eases some of your woes and you count the minutes passing as you two linger into the kiss far longer than intended.

tags: @brownskinnedgirll @chibigetoo

[luimagines]

Still a shy poodle, but I wanted to share a WIP that I'm not sure I'll ever post.

Imagine reader joins the chain and Legend takes a liking to them. He isn't in denial, he absolutely knows he's crushing, but every time he catches himself looking at them or daydreaming about them he feels a flash of guilt because he can't let go of Marin. So he pushes his affection down deep and keeps them at arms length at all time.

Then they get hurt. He saw it happen. A lizalfos got behind them, and they didn't notice in time. He watched in horror as they fell, bleeding profusely from the head. Their body limp as they went unconscious. He yelled for Hyrule, as he sprinted to their side. Rage and guilt filling him as he fought the monster.

With nothing left to kill, he turned to them; adrenaline burning hot through his veins. Hyrule and Four were hovering over them, and a fairy danced around their head, frantically trying to mend your skull. Their eyes remained closed, body unmoving, except the shallow rise and fall of their chest.

Why? Why weren't they waking up. He didn't realize he was shouting until Warriors pulled him away; shaking his shoulders and telling him to calm down.

"There's nothing more to do than wait," Warriors told him. "It's on them now." Warriors looked at him with sympathy; having guessed the Vet's feelings long ago.

Legend wouldn't leave their side. He needed them to wake up. He begged Hylia, the three and any other being he could think of. "Please, please grant me this one thing. Let them come back."

Two days later they woke up. Confused and dazed the chain agreed that they were in no condition to move yet. Legend volunteered to stay with them, as the others got supplies. He refused to leave them alone, but he had no idea what to say after he had pushed them away for so long, but the silence was killing him, so he hesitantly called their name; pretending to be just checking up on them.

Still dazed they gave him a tired smile and a thumbs up. Legend smiled a little. "I'm glad you're okay," he said, softly. Almost too soft for you to hear.

They laughed. "Well the pretty redhead said Link needed me, so if course I had to be okay."

Link rolled his eyes. "Malon is going to be upset that a little hit to the head made you forget her name." Was it okay to joke about now that they knew they'd be alright? "Maybe lead with pretty if it gets brought up."

"I know who Malon is, Legend." Their grin grew a little dreamy. "No, the pretty redhead in the blue dress." Legend's heart nearly stopped. "She held me, told me you needed me still, but she'd hold and sing for me until I was ready."

Legend stopped breathing as you hummed a song that had haunted him for so long. He didn't realize he'd gotten up until he was right beside them. Didn't realize his own intentions until he put an arm around you, returning the dazed smile with a slightly watery one. He hummed the ballad until they fell asleep.

For the briefest moment as he looked up, he could have sworn he saw a flash of red and thought he heard a familiar voice on the wind telling him to hold the person in his arms close. Legend let his guilt wash away like the tears falling to the earth.

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Oh snap!

I like this a lot! What an interesting concept. Given what I was expecting, I too initially thought that mentioning Malon was a slip of the fingers. XD

I went back to see if I missed them being at Lon Lon until it made more sense in my head. I got it now.

Legend better let himself feel for Reader whole heartedly now. They held on just for him. Time to reciprocate now! >:D

[katyspersonal]

So, Ymir was full of shit or rather, lost his marbles! I've made some more SOTE progress!

1) So, first I was exploring the various corners I've missed (again, Val's advice since I was despairing to do anything but 'important' points gvghgb) Went in order!

2) I killed the second big red horned bear in this game! And before that, killed two Rune Bears with some success..? Still got hit hard, but I am finally learning to dodge roll properly! Most of it is rolling in, not away x)

It dropped an incantation that is like those dragon head ones.. but like, bear head one gfhhhg And there was another variant of Brave Set nearby (the clothes of bear-hunters)

3) Coincidentally, the very next guy was using this same incantation! It was sending a series of roars that knock the person off! AND he was in the last Mausoleum that I did want to find very much!

AND he also was a Redmane!! They have so many distinct friends of Radahn in this DLC xD

4) The next one was a forge and I was done with running across them orange woods. This is when I finally realized that the big rocky guys needed to be hit while back turned, in the weak spot on their backs, whereas I've been hitting them in the front this whole time... :^)

5) This guy would later become important:

So, they just freeze eventually? It kind of seems like eventual fate of all rock creatures I guess, since they can't age. There are Ancient Dragons in Farum Azula who are just walls now for one

I instantly had a feeling that this would be a good summon seeing how much damage and defence those guys had, and hoooo boy was I right!!

6) OKAY SO I finally did it! @fareehaandspaniards REJOYCE!!! Basically Metyr and Fingers predate Elden Ring/Beast, because it also was a shooting star and Metyr was the first:

I struggled with this boss as you remember, and wasn't even trying to go without summons but just couldn't find the right ones xd THIS guy though staggered her like two times letting me do critical, and lasted ungodly amount of time (until magic attack blasted him since rocks are wear to magic in this game)! But he was SO helpful?

So it was this guy causing ungodly stagger and me stabbing bleed with Mohg's spear jfghyj I also finally realized to NOT, no matter what, get myself caught on the side of her body 🙄 That attack with rapidly moving fingers from her side is NOT survivable nghgf If anyone here makes the same mistake: don't, just always face her.. face, lol

7) Also my idea confirmed! When I first saw this location, all watery and the giant "tubes" going from here to "above", I saw it like the giant fingers so it is some hammerspace version of womb water! Turned out the grace of this place marks location as Finger Birthing Grounds, so yeah!

8) My instant reflex was to go back to Manus Metyr! ...and I got attacked when I had hands full of runes because I forgot to spend them after the boss 🤡 I didn't die, but NEVER forget to level up lol

Jolan first attacked me as an invader, saying we've hurt Ymir so much that he now wished our death, and then Ymir was there as a boss (thankfully a weak one). ?? I was just sitting here like "wait a second, the whole operation was your idea?" because Ymir gave me the map here?

9) So, I started to think about it and recalling what happened before. His last map was captioned "May you join the glimmering stars above" which was sinister, but so was he so I didn't give it an extra thought back then! Now it does seem like he intended for us to not survive that encounter, like same sacrifice thing as with "meeting" Rykard, but there was more

Back when Anna attacked us, I assumed she was sort of enemy. I did tell Jolan about it, but her dialogue was vague:

I interpreted it as Anna getting on the way and Jolan implying that she will or will not kick her ass depending on what Ymir says. But oh boy, seems like I was wrong.. When you kill Anna, the text 'RECUSANT VANQUISHED' appears; the term reserved for Tarnished that hunt other Tarnished! So, knowing that Anna habitually kills people (her own?), and knowing that I was not supposed to kill Metyr despite being sent directly to her, Jolan's reaction to us telling about Anna can be seen as: 'Damn, I started to really like you, but turns out that Ymir wants to sacrifice you (?) and I can't speak against him so pretend that my ally did not try to kill you, okay? :/' but I wasn't aware just HOW right I was!

10) Turned out that Jolan also had the decision split between Iris of Grace (gives Spirit Ashes) and Iris of Occultation (gives her weapon)! Like it was with Queelign! Damn, they made SURE that people either replay this DLC or talk with other players for full lore x) Respect!

11) ALSO turned out that this whole time, there was a secret way to drop atop of the upper section of Rabbath Rise from Shaman Village, where you find a person in the same set sitting in the same fashion as inactive puppets of Seluvis! And it was ANNA, that we could combine with Ashes of Jolan!

frail and WHAT? AND WHAT gdghhgh The text didn't fit, oh my god!!

I asked Val about it, the missing word was 'and pliant'.

12) I also asked him about the 'doll' part, because by all means it should have been 'puppet'! He confirmed that it IS the same term in original because he was confused too and checked earlier: 'doll' here is 傀儡, and is the same used for Puppets in the main game. So, obviously, they were trying to save the letters space! And still failed... XD

13) So, yes, a totally normal thing for Carians to do! Granted, Nox were the ones who started the Puppet dids, but Carians are basically infamous for making Puppets, which Ymir is!

That makes it apparent that Anna attacked us due to him wanting it :^) I assume we were supposed to be food for Metyr, because since he lost his shit over her death he needed her for something. The power to bring Yuri back to life, I suppose.

This made me wonder whether Jolan herself was a puppet? We don't know whether they can still talk and think from the base game, maybe they can! What we do know is that puppets will attach spiritually attach to the master and unquestionably do their bidding (which Jolan does), that they are crafted through blue star shards thus uniting their fates since blue stars control fates of humans (and Ymir and Jolan do affectionately call each other their stars), and that a puppet can be given to someone else despite who made it (since Seluvis can gift his and we now can use Anna).

Jolan is not referred to as a puppet, so maybe her devotion and dependence bordering insanity happened to be her true feelings and not some magic (yet it wasn't the case for Anna, apparently...).. But interesting thing to consider. (LOL I can SEE Ymir simps jumping at me and asking how the heck Jolan's behavior is supposedly magic and not normal reaction gfggnfhhg)

14) Turned out that Ymir's clothes can be altered into... this:

15) I also checked at the Roundtable Hold, for more Metyr lore:

I already read that Greater Will stopped communicating with her, but interesting information! Besides.. the staff to cast sorceries AND incantations sounds SUPER useful! No more switching between seals and staffs xD

The second weapon is simply Metyr's head that mentions there is an eye at the center of it. Yes, I could tell from getting blasted with lasers hfhhjj

16) Also I don't have pictures space left, but if you collect everything like I do, don't forget to check Yuri's grave for a sorcery after Ymir is defeated!

[medusapelagia]

Girls' Night [NSFW]

First of all a HUGE thanks to @dragonflylady77 that's the was super quick in beta reading this! And... this is my first wlw fic so I hope it's not a total disaster XD!

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Stevie Harrington/Billie Hargrove WT: wlw, genderbending, enemies to lovers, modern AU, college AU, roommates, strap on, cunnilingus, Billie uses pet names for Stevie, Billie is Stevie's gay awakening, fingers sucking Words: 6444

tagging those who were interested ;): @romeren, @idkevenknowwhattoput, @womp-womp-waa, @nikkitheseance

@akichania, @kiraixi, @bbygirlbilly @katyawriteswhump, @darleenjade

Read here or on AO3

Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

God, her mom always said she wasn’t the brightest girl and she was right, as always.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The air is freezing and she’s walking around in a super short dress and high heels because Jonathan was supposed to drive her to the party, which he did, and drive her back, which he didn’t. Yeah, because Miss Stephanie Harrington, the richest girl on campus, managed to be dumped by the charity case Jonathan Byers, during a party, in front of half the college’s students. And to make things even worse, in front of Billie Hargrove and her boyfriend Tommy Hagan. The same Tommy that followed Stevie around for years.

Not that she’s jealous of Tommy. She never liked him, she’s fucking jealous of Billie.

Yeah, because, as if it wasn’t enough that Stevie’s personal life was wrecked in front of everyone, it should have happened in front of the hottest and cleverest girl in the entire school, the same one who sleeps on the other side of her room: Billie Hargrove.

Fuck.

Crossing her arms around her chest to warm herself a bit, Stevie keeps walking down the deserted street while she replays the entire night in her head again and again, trying to understand where she fucked up so badly. She asked her boyfriend to go to a stupid college party, what’s wrong with that? Would it have killed Jonathan to go to a party for once? She always went with him to see all those boring niche films with subtitles and never once she complained, but the one time she asked him to come with her, and he begrudgingly agreed to come, the night ended up with him accusing her of being too mundane and careless about the world, and then he left her at a party, alone, in high heels and clothes far too light for going home on foot. She should have probably called an Uber, but she felt too humiliated, and when Billie stepped toward her, looking at her with a mix of astonishment and compassion, she couldn’t stand it anymore, and she just fled like a thief.

That's how she found herself walking alone, at night, trying to get back to the dorm. Stevie's still deep into her thoughts when one of her heels gets stuck in a manhole. Perfect. Just fucking perfect. She tries to free herself, pulling her stuck foot free, but she loses her balance and falls onto the pavement, scratching her knee. For a moment her brain freezes, occupied with trying to understand how liking designer dress and an alternative guy brought her to sit on the ground, holding her bleeding knee and crying out loud like she broke a leg.

It’s just a scratch, Stevie should grab the fucking shoes and walk back to the dorm, but the world is ending right here and there, her heart is broken in so many pieces she feels she’ll never be able to fix it, and even if her leg isn’t broken, her knee hurts badly and it’s bleeding, and she doesn’t even have a fucking tissue because she chose a bag so small it barely fits her phone and her keys. She wipes her eyes, wondering how terrible she was in a previous life to be treated like this in this one.

Her mom never liked her. Stevie's legs are too long and muscular, her chest is too big, her smile is too wide, and she's not feminine enough for her mom’s liking. And her boyfriend dumped her because she’s too dumb to understand that her designer clothes are made by a brand that employs child labor in Bangladesh, wherever that stupid country is. And every lesson she’s attending is so fucking complicated that she spends all her time with books and tutors. But no matter how hard she tries to study and to make new friends, she’s always the rich girl whose father’s name is engraved on the new wing of the campus. And she’s definitely not living up to the expectations.

A car passes by, stops a few feet from her. After a few moments of awkward silence, the driver puts the car in reverse and stops right at Stevie’s side. The girl tries to avoid making eye contact with whoever might be in the car, she's already in deep shit and doesn't need to add being kidnapped to the list of bad things that happened today, but the voice that comes from the car sounds awfully familiar. 

“Harrington? Are you ok?”

God no. Please no. Everything but not this.

“Hey? Did you drink too much? Do you want me to drive you back to campus?”

“I’m fine,” Stevie replies, her eyes pinned on the pavement in front of her, trying desperately to maintain a little bit of dignity.

“Harrington, you’re sitting on the pavement, you’re bleeding and your lips are blue. Get in the car. Come on.” The blond woman in the car leans toward the passenger seat to open the passenger’s car door. When Stevie doesn’t move, she smirks, “I’m not going to bite you.”

“As if I care about that. Where’s Tommy?”

“I dumped him.”

“You what?” Stevie asks, turning toward her.

“Oh, Stevie…” the woman sighs, almost with sympathy. “Come on. Get in the car. It's fucking freezing and you’re dressed like a…”

“Like a slut. Thanks. I know. Jon already told me.”

“I was going to say like a princess, but that's not important. Get inside. Please.”

Stevie stares at Billie for the longest time. They have been roommates for two years and she never heard her use the word please. Not even once in two years. 

She tilts her head up to stop the tears, as her mother taught her, even if her makeup is already ruined, and gets up, limping a little before getting in the car and slamming the door closed just to piss Billie off. The other girl glowers at her and when she reaches out with her hand toward Stevie, the brunette instinctively flinches, moving closer to the door to avoid getting hit, but Billie is just turning on the heating.

“I don’t punch women, Harrington. Not even the bratty one who tries to damage my precious baby.” 

“Sorry.”

“You’re fine,” Billie replies, her eyes on the street.

The air quickly warms up and Stevie lets out a little satisfied moan.

“Better?”

“Yeah. Thanks.” she replies, still looking out of the window, “Thank you for picking me up, and sorry about the door.”

“What happened to your knee?”

“I fell.”

Billie turns toward her with a soft smile. “I get that, babydoll, I was wondering how bad it hurts.”

“Not too bad. But I need a tissue to stop the bleeding.”

“My bag is in the back, grab it, there should be a packet of tissue somewhere.”

“Your bag?”

Billie turns toward her confused. “Did you hit your head too, Harrington? Should I drive you to the hospital?”

Shaking her head, Stevie takes the bag from the back, staring at it for a long time before daring to open it and look inside. The bag is the most precious possession a woman has, it contains all her secrets, but Billie doesn’t seem to worry at the idea that Stevie will snoop around in her bag, so she roots around until she finds a little orange packet of tissues and takes one out to dab the cut on her knee. She hisses a little, cleaning the cut from the dirt.

“We should disinfect it as soon as we get back to the dorm.”

“We?”

Billie snorts. “I’m quite used to patching up people. Especially myself.”

“Oh, yeah. I almost forgot you are on the boxing team.”

“Yeah, that’s why.” Billie chuckles, and Stevie stares at her in confusion, feeling that there’s something she’s missing and feeling too dumb to understand what that is. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” Billie winks, before pointing at her bag. “Would you mind getting me a cigarette and lighting it up for me?”

“Lighting it up for you?”

“I’m driving, if you hadn’t noticed, I would prefer to avoid getting into an accident because I was trying to light up a cigarette, so what do you say?”

Stevie nods sheepishly. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Of course, Billie needs help lighting the cigarette. The fact is that Stevie isn’t really a smoker. She smoked some weed a couple of times with Jonathan, but cigarettes aren’t really her thing. Pretending to know what she’s doing, she gets a cigarette from a crumpled packet, holds it between her lips, clicks a silver zippo open, and breathes in while the cigarette starts to burn. And she immediately starts to cough, holding the cigarette between her fingers.

Billie bursts out in a loud laugh while she grabs the cigarette from Stevie's trembling fingers. “Let me guess, not really a smoker, huh? I should have known. It’s not good for polite girls like you to hold something in their mouth, huh?”

“Fuck you! I just don’t like it,” Stevie replies, still coughing.

“There’s a bottle of water in my bag.”

“Who the fuck are you? Mary Poppins?”

Billie lifts an eyebrow, dragging some smoke with deep calculated breaths before lowering the car window and putting her hand out to keep the cigarette out of the car. “I like to be prepared,” she simply states, while she keeps smoking and Stevie can’t avoid thinking that Billie’s lips are exactly where her own were a moment before, and when Billie turns toward her, she catches Stevie staring at her lips. 

“You sure you don’t need to go to a hospital? You seem a little bit out of it.”

“I’m fine.”

Billie gives her a crooked smile. “Yeah. Obviously. That’s why I had to pick you up from the fucking street, crying like a toddler.” 

“Fuck you! You didn’t have to! And if it pisses you off so much, pull over and I’ll get back on foot.”

“With those shoes? Those are inappropriate weapons, not a way to walk.”

“They complement my dress beautifully!” Stevie snarls.

“Your legs complement that dress beautifully,” Billie says, and for once it doesn't sound like a snarky comment. "But you would look hot even wearing a trash bag. I’m merely suggesting that you don’t want to jog back home in high heels, especially since one is broken.”

Stevie stares at her shoes and realizes that, when she fell, the heel broke. The red sole of the Louboutin seems to mock her. Those stupid shoes cost a fortune and they broke on the worst night of her life. Great. Absolutely great.

If only she hadn’t insisted on going to that stupid party.

“It’s all my fault.” She sighs, covering her eyes with her hands when she feels her eyes burning, “I shouldn’t have insisted.”

Billie scoffs but doesn't reply.

“I knew Jonathan hates to party. But I insisted. I wanted to go to a fucking college party! And for what? To be humiliated and dumped in front of everyone and walk my fucking walk of shame? Great job, Stevie. You aren’t even able to keep a stupid boyfriend. Mom will be so fucking proud of you.”

“Jonathan was an asshole, but he’ll think twice before doing something similar to another girl. I’m sure it is not enough to heal your bruised ego but trust me when I say he’s pretty bruised too.”

Turning to stare at Billie, Stevie notices that the skin of her knuckles is broken. “What have you done?”

“Gave him a lesson in gallantry,” Billie replies, taking another deep drag from her cigarette.

“You didn't have to.”

“Why not? He was an asshole. He treated you like garbage. You always followed him around like a faithful puppy. Whatever he wanted to do you were on board, and the only time you asked him to do something you wanted to do, he acted horrified because you wore the wrong designer dress? Fuck him. If he really cared about child labor, he would have said something before, maybe even told you about which brand to avoid or not. The truth is that he knows shit and he doesn’t give a fuck, all he wants is to show the others he cares about the environment when he drives a car that pollutes more than a fucking plant.”

“Why are you so angry? He just… He…”

“He treated you like shit in front of everyone! That’s why I’m so angry!” Billie snaps.

“You treat me like shit every single day,” Stevie replies with a self-deprecating smile.

“I don’t. I’m not all cotton candy and pink clouds like you, and I might not be the most effusive person on the planet, but I respect you and I would have never treated you like he did. Why the fuck did you get into a relationship with someone like him? He doesn’t get you! All he cared about was shaping you like he wanted and showing the world he could change you, and that’s horrible. You’re your own person. You have your tastes and your ideas! That’s what makes you!” Billie complains, punching the steering wheel.

“Why are you so angry? It’s not like he did something to you.”

“Because he did it to you!” Billie growls. “And you are my roommate.” she quickly adds.

Stevie looks at Billie with confusion, she never thought they were so close that Billie might have gotten upset at the idea of her being mistreated by her boyfriend, but Billie doesn’t explain herself, so Stevie tries to change the subject. “What happened between you and Tommy?”

“That fucking asshole? He told me I was fucking crazy for punching Jonathan in the face, and I told him that if he liked him so much he could fuck him instead of me. Not that it was a great loss anyway, he definitely has no idea where the clitoris is and his sexual prowesses are way worse than he tries to sell you.”

“Why were you in a relationship with him if you despised him so much?”

Billie lifts an eyebrow, taking her time before answering, “My father. Tommy’s family is rich and well known, nothing better for his waste of a daughter.” Billie then takes a turn so sharp that Stevie’s body gets dragged toward Billie’s, and for a moment her shoulder bumps into Billie’s arm.

“Sorry,” Stevie mutters, trying to grab the handle inside the passenger door.

“My fault. I was going too fast.”

“You like to drive fast.” 

“I do. I love the adrenaline. I used to dream of becoming a Formula One driver when I was a kid. But guess what? I’m a fucking woman. So my father signed me up for ballet classes. Ballet. Me. Can you imagine?”

Billie’s tights are massive, and Stevie can’t really imagine her on her toes dancing the Nutcracker.

“I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“For your father. I know what it means to have someone that forces you to be different from what you are. I have been on a diet since I was a kid. I was always too much. Too big. Too tall. Too strong. Too noisy. Nothing I did was good enough for my mom. I played volleyball for years but my passion is basketball.” Stevie says, wrapping a lock of hair around her fingers. “Jonathan was the first choice I made on my own. Mom hated him from the first moment I told her about him, but I wanted to try something different. A man dedicated to doing something for the planet seemed like a good option. And maybe I even thought that he wasn’t going to leave me because where else would he have found another dumb rich girl? But it seems that he really didn’t care about the money.”

Billie reaches out and takes Stevie’s hand, “I’m sorry babydoll. He’s an asshole and he doesn't deserve you.”

“That’s what my Nonna used to say, but I’m starting to think that if no one deserves me, maybe that’s really something wrong with me. Why am I like this? Why can't I be like the other girls? I would pay good money to be just the rich dumb bitch everyone thinks I am… but I have feelings and I can’t hide them.”

“It’s a good thing, Stevie. You really care about people. I like that.”

“Yeah? Well, I fucking hate it. People step on my heart like it’s nothing and I just keep smiling politely, begging them to take another piece of my soul, and then I’m left with holes everywhere.”

“You need to find the right person. They’ll fill all your holes, and not only the one in your soul.” Billie winks, throwing the cigarette butt out of the window.

“You’re so gross,” Stevie replies, blushing.

Billie chuckles, parking the car, and getting to Stevie’s side before she can’t even open the door. “Do you think you can walk to the dorm or do you need me to carry you?”

“I can walk! It’s just a scratch!” 

Billie hums and puts Stevie’s arm around her shoulders and the two of them limp toward the dorm. Luckily, they don’t meet anyone in the parking lot or in the corridors, and when they finally get back to their room, Stevie plops on her bed with a loud moan, but her relief is short-lived because Billie drags her toward the edge of the bed, a red emergency kit in her hands. She takes a chair and gently lifts Stevie’s calf, putting Stevie’s foot on her leg.

“It’s not too bad. We just have to clean it with some antiseptic and put a nice tight bandage on it. No doggy style for at least a week.” Billie winks, holding Stevie’s foot when she tries to escape from her tight grip.

“Not that I have anyone to have sex with anyway,” Stevie replies, blushing even more.

“You never know. I’m sure that as soon as the campus finds out that you are single, there will be a line out of our door.”

“I doubt that. Everyone saw how stupid I was.”

“Everyone saw how rude Jonathan was. You were just having some fun,” Billie retorts, cleaning the cut with some peroxide pads. When Stevie hisses, Billie lowers her head and gently blows on the broken skin. “Better?”

Stevie doesn’t trust her voice so she nods, remaining as still as she can.

“Such a good patient. I might give you a lollipop once we are done,” Billy replies when she starts to wrap her knee.

“I don’t need it. It’s just a scratch.”

“Who’s the doctor?”

“No one? You’re no doctor!” Stevie chuckles.

“Fine, smartass, I’m no doctor, but I’m sure I have cleaned more cuts than you. So shut up and let me work my magic, okay?”

Stevie nods, feeling a little cramp in her stomach. The good kind of cramp. The kind she gets when she feels excited. Billie’s warm hands are gentle and softer than she thought.

“So no more Tommy, Stevie murmurs.

“No more Tommy.”

“You don’t look desperate.”

“Because I’m not. I already have eyes on someone else, and now that they are single too, I might even get my chance.”

“Oh… were they in a relationship?”

“Yeah. A shitty one.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Well, I wish you luck. Whoever they are, they'll be lucky to have you.”

“Do you really think so? I’m not exactly a catch. I work three minimum wage jobs to pay for my studies and I have a bad temper.”

“You don’t have a bad temper.” 

Billie quirks an eyebrow.

“Ok, you have a bad temper. But you’re not a bad person. You’re just passionate.”

“Passionate? I like that.” Billie chuckles, lifting Stevie’s foot, but then she stops, looking at the other girl in the eyes, holding the ball of her foot.

“Billie?” Stevie asks, trembling.

Without breaking eye contact, Billie bends down and kisses the sole of her foot and Stevie’s stomach cramps again.

“What… what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“You… you kissed my foot.”

“I did. And I would like to kiss more of you. Would you like that?”

Stevie never thought about it, but now that Billie is sitting between her legs, staring at her with her icy blue eyes, all she can think about is that she would like it very much. But Billie is a girl, and they shouldn’t.

“Are you gay?” Stevie asks, biting her lips. She has seen Billie walking around with girls before but never suspected that she was gay. And she had Tommy.

“Bi. And if you want it, I’d like very much to fuck you.” Billie replies, harsh and honest as she always is, and Stevie feels a familiar warmth move from her stomach to the folds between her legs.

“What? How?”

“There are ways. Many ways. Do you know that black box I asked you not to touch? It might contain a few toys. And my strap-on.”

“Your… oh god. Oh god. You have…  Did you… Did you fuck someone in our room?” Stevie asks, covering her mouth as if those words were too much for her.

“Of course I did, Stevie. How could I not? I have lived two years with you: a fucking goddess, sleeping on the other side of my room! There’s only a finite amount of masturbation you can enjoy before starting to need something more. And I wanted and needed something more. Something I never dared to ask you. But tonight, when you looked at me in the car, I felt it. I felt the electricity. Tell me, am I wrong, Stevie?”

No, she’s not. Stevie’s sex is throbbing with excitement.

Staring with no shame at Stevie's pink thong, Billy murmurs, “Your thong is soaked, baby. Do you want me to do something about it?”

Stevie tries to cover herself with her hands, both aroused and ashamed at the surprising turn the night has taken. Less than an hour ago, she was crying on the pavement, and now Billie is looking at her with hunger and desire, and Stevie really doesn't know what to do. And there’s her little problem too. The one she’s never told anyone.

“I... I can’t.” she mutters, and Billie tilts her head in confusion.

“What do you mean, you can’t?”

“I… I can’t come. Okay? I’m… I’m broken. And you’ll get bored and then you’ll be mean to me, and we still have two years to spend together and…”

Billie gently lays Stevie’s foot on the ground and sits next to her, grabbing her chin and turning her head toward herself, “What are you saying?”

“I have… Jonathan said I should have gone to see a doctor because I’m not normal. I… have never… not even alone,” Stevie tries to explain.

“Let me get this right: the shitty boyfriend who publicly humiliated you, told you that you have some kind of illness because you never had an orgasm?”

“Yeah…”

“Should have punched him even harder,” Billie mutters, her piercing blue eyes fixed Steve’s caramel ones. “The only problem you have is a boyfriend too selfish to dedicate enough time to your necessities. I’m sure we can fix this. And even if we can’t, I don’t care, okay? I’ll keep going down on you until you’ll beg me to stop. And if you are into it, I will keep going even then. I want to bury my head between your thighs, hold you open with my fingers, and eat you out until you’re screaming in pleasure. But first, I’d like to kiss you.”

Stevie loves kisses, but Jonathan never took enough time to kiss her, his kisses were sloppy and quick. Not an appetizer, just something he wanted to get rid of quickly.

“I’d love to kiss you. Can I?” Billie asks again and the only thing Stevie can do is nod.

“Please…”

“You’re made to beg, sweet girl, ideally kneeling at my feet, but this should wait a bit.” Billie chuckles, cradling the back of Stevie’s head before kissing her, nibbling at her lower lip, pulling it with her teeth before releasing it and making it bounce back. Billie cradles Stevie’s face between her hands while exploring her mouth with her tongue, and Stevie tastes the cheap punch in Billie’s mouth. She doesn’t know how long Billie kisses her for, but when she steps back and they lock eyes, she sees that Billie’s flustered and her lips are red from Stevie’s lipstick. 

Studying Billie’s face, Stevie feels hot and needy like she never felt before. Stevie brushes her thumb on Billie’s plump lips and the blond girl quickly catches it and starts to suck it. No one has ever sucked Stevie’s fingers, but the feeling of the rough tongue on her sensitive fingertips makes her shiver, jolting her hips to get some friction.

“You’re so needy. Did Jonathan treat you so badly? Didn’t he know what a treasure he was gifted?” Billie asks, getting closer, and their chests brush against each other, making Stevie shiver. Even under the clothes, Stevie’s nipples are hard and sensitive.

Billie quickly lowers the neckline of Stevie’s dress, freeing one of her rounded tits from the constriction of the expensive garment. Her soft skin has a long indented line made by the seam of her bra. 

“Poor thing. Did it hurt?” Billie asks, smiling like a wolf, “Did the bad bra hurt you? Or did it brush against your nipples just right? Sending shivers down your spine?” The blond girl licks her thumb and then starts to rub at Stevie’s nipple before pinching it hard enough to make Stevie whimper. The dark pink rosebud becomes even darker while Billie licks the long column of Stevie’s neck.

When she finally frees Stevie’s nipple, the girl moans loudly at the feeling of the blood rushing back.

“So sensitive,” Billie praises her, whispering in her ear. “How could Jonathan say that you’re frigid?” She chuckles.. “You’re so wet I could just slide into you and make it my home.” 

A shudder goes through Stevie’s body, while Billie’s right hand drops to Stevie’s knee, brushing gently against the inside of it, before moving up to her inner thigh. Tickling her.

Billie’s hands are calloused but gentle while they pet her, moving slowly but relentlessly toward the top of her legs. When she gets to Stevie’s thong’s elastic band, she stops, making swirls on the sensitive skin that connects her thigh to her sex.

“Is this ok?” Billie asks on Stevie’s lips, and Stevie nods, spreading her legs even further.

In the back of her mind, a voice that sounds like Jonathan’s calls her a slut, but she doesn’t care. Billie has shown her more kindness tonight than Jonathan in a year and a half.

“So needy. You’re so wet, baby. Is this all for me?” Billie whispers, making the words roll on her tongue, purring like a big cat. Or maybe a tiger.

Stevie nods, and her half-closed eyes widen when Billie spreads her labia with her fingers, and the fabric of the thong brushes against Stevie’s swollen clitoris. One finger gently slides under the thong and strokes her opened labia, taking Stevie’s breath away. A few more strokes and then Billie’s finger leaves the warm nest between Stevie’s legs and ends up in Billie’s mouth. Billie sucks on it, looking Stevie in the eyes. It’s so intimate and so hot. Stevie should close those stupid legs and push her away, preserving whatever is left of her honor, but Billie’s looking at her like she was the most succulent meal she had ever had, licking her lips with her pointy tongue. How come Stevie never noticed how pointy her tongue is?

“You taste so good. Can I have more? Pretty please?”

Billie’s tone is clearly mocking, but god, Stevie wants her mouth on her, so she grabs her pink thong and slides it down, revealing a perfectly shaved pussy. 

Grabbing the elastic band with both hands, Billie helps her out of it. 

“You want to lie on the bed for this,” she suggests.

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to eat you out for hours, and I don’t want you to get tired. You’re a pillow princess, aren’t you?”

That’s not true. Stevie has put the work in it when needed, but if Billie’s going to worship her, she won’t complain.

She quickly strips off the tight dress she was wearing, revealing a matching bra that is still cupping one of her breasts, while the other is dangling, the pink fabric crumpled under it. With a smooth movement, Billie unhooks her bra, which falls on Stevie’s thighs like a big pink feather.

Billie crawls on the bed, pushing Stevie toward the head of the bed and boxing her head between her elbows.

She stops just a few inches from Stevie’s mouth, waiting for her decision and Stevie doesn’t make her wait for long. She grabs Billie’s hair and yanks her towards herself, taking control of the kiss. If there’s something Stevie can do is kiss, and when Billie lets out a little moan, she feels really satisfied. But her satisfaction doesn’t last long, because Billie frees herself from her tight grip and grabs Stevie’s wrists, pinning her hands above her head.

“Are you going to behave?” Billie asks, “Are you going to keep your hands out of the way, letting me do what I want?”

“Are you going to make me behave?” Stevie asks with a mischievous smile.

Billie’s fingers brush over Stevie’s inner thigh. 

“I know that all this brattiness is just an act. You want to be a good girl. You want to be praised and cared for, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do,” Billie whispers before kissing her again. Just a peck. A gentle brush of lips against lips. “Be good, huh?” she says before diving between Stevie’s legs.

The first touch of Billie’s tongue feels like electricity and Stevie tries to close her legs, but Billie’s broad shoulders prevent her from moving too much. Billie lifts her eyes, staring at Stevie, and her pink tongue flickers again, brushing against Stevie’s clit. Stevie grabs the wooden head of her bed, holding to it to avoid moving her arms.

“Good girl,” Billie praises her, spreading the folds of her sex with her fingers before starting to lap at her again.

Stevie moans at the feeling that has nothing to do with what Jonathan used to do. He used to touch her with no patience, trying to open her quickly and efficiently, while Billie is definitely taking her time. She bites the soft skin on the inside of her thigh, while she penetrates her with a finger, and the sudden sting of pain makes her flinch.

“Sorry, couldn’t hold back,” The blond girl replies, lapping at Stevie again, moving her pointy tongue up and down, side to side, sucking at her swollen clit.

“It’s too much. It’s too much,” Stevie whines, her legs trembling like a newborn deer around Billie’s head. The girl lifts her head just enough to get a good look at Stevie. She’s still holding tight at the head of the bed like a good girl, so Billie keeps going down on her, pumping her fingers inside Stevie’s pussy faster and faster, while Stevie moans gibberish and squeezes her eyes.

That’s what her first orgasms feel like: like it was squeezed out of her, she thinks while all her spasming muscles relax, her hands release the grip on the head of the bed and she melts on the sheets like fresh snow.

Billie keeps fucking her with her fingers through the aftershock of her orgasm, slowly slowing down the pace, then she cleans her mouth with the back of her hand and crawls toward Stevie’s face.

“You ok?” Billie asks softly, her blonde hair curled by the sweat on her forehead.

Stevie nods, unable to talk, and Billie grins. “See? Nothing wrong with you. You orgasmed just fine.”

Stevie slaps her, trying to shut her up, but she’s so uncoordinated that Billie easily stops her hand.

“Do you want to stop or do you want to keep going?”

Keep going? How?

Stevie blushes remembering the comment about the strap-on and her legs shiver.

“Would you like that? Would you like me to fuck you with my dick till you’re a moaning mess?”

Stevie’s cheeks burn while she nods, but she just had the first orgasm of her life and she wants more. She’s greedy like that.

Moving like a cat in the semi-darkness, Billie opens her closet and grabs a black box. Inside there’s a black adaptable harness and a few toys.

“Which one would you like, Princess?” Billie asks, showing her her dildos. Stevie grabs a black one, confused by the little tube on the side.

“That’s for ejaculation,” Billie explains, “Do you want to be filled with my cum?”

It’s so nasty. Girls don’t talk about ejaculation. But Billie is so confident and Stevie is wondering how it would feel for Billie to fill her with her cum, but then her eyes see a purple dildo. Her favorite color. It’s thinner than the black one but longer.

“This one?” Billie asks and Stevie nods quietly. 

“Great choice.” Billie winks, grabbing it and the harness. Billie quickly strips out of her tight jeans and her red shirt, remaining in a pair of red boxers with a huge wet stain on her groin. 

“You did that, baby. Are you proud of yourself?”

Stevie’s mouth feels immediately dry like the Sahara while she stares at the girl,  keeping her boxers on she adjusts her harness and pours a huge quantity of lube on her dick.

“Next time I’ll ask you to make it wet. But I want you on your knees while you suck my dick, so it’ll have to wait. Sadly.” She grins, spreading Stevie’s legs even farther and making herself comfortable between Stevie’s legs one more time. She strokes her dick, brushing it against Stevie‘s hole before starting putting it.

Billie’s dick is hard and a little bit cold, but she definitely knows how to use it. Stevie’s legs instinctively wrap around Billie’s waist, the ball of her feet digging into Billie’s back, urging her closer and closer.

“Just like that. Look how well you’re taking me,” Billie praises her while her dick opens Stevie like a flower.

Once Billie is seated comfortably inside her, she kisses Stevie, deeply and hungrily  before she starts to move. Her pace varies between deep and fast thrusts, and slow and strong ones, in a crescendo that makes them both moan loudly.

“Touch yourself,” Billie begs, “Touch yourself while I fuck you.”

Stevie nods, but instead of sucking her own fingers, she pushes them inside Billie’s devil's mouth and the woman immediately starts to suck them, making them wet with her spit.

Once Stevie starts to touch herself, she’s a goner. A few more trusts and she’s coming, screaming, but Billie quickly puts her lips on Stevie’s mouth, eating every moan directly from the source.

Billy holds her closer and keeps moving inside her while Stevie’s hips jolt against her out of her control.

“Look at you. Not bad for a girl who allegedly can’t come,” Billie whispers, kissing her cheeks.

When the waves of pleasure finally slow down and let her breathe, Stevie asks, “What about you?”

“You don’t have to reciprocate, babydoll. That’s not how it works, even if someone made you think it was,” Billie chuckles.

“What if I… what if I want to?” Stevie murmurs, blushing with embarrassment and biting her lower lip.

“You sure?”

Stevie nods, and Billy smiles.

“You could eat me out if you want to.”

“I… I want to but I have never done it before.”

“I can teach you. Would you like me to tell you what to do?” 

Stevie never nodded so quickly in her life. 

“Okay. Okay. That’s what we are going to do. I’m going to ride your face. We don’t want to hurt that pretty knee of yours, do we?” 

Stevie shakes her head, her eyes wide with excitement, while Billie removes her harness and her soaked boxers.. 

“Stick your pretty tongue out for me,” Billie asks, and Stevie immediately complies.

Billie moves swiftly, getting above Stevie’s face and it’s the first time Stevie sees a pussy that’s not hers so closely. Billie’s is different from hers: first of all, it is surrounded by a mass of blond curls that tickle her face, her labia are longer and pinker than hers and her scent is musky. Stevie can’t wait to taste her first pussy, so she tries to reach out for it.

“Calm down. We don’t want you to strain your neck. I plan on riding your face for a long time,” Billie chuckles, lowering herself onto Stevie’s face. 

As soon as Billie’s sex is within  reachable distance Stevie gives it a first shy lap. The taste on her tongue is metallic and spicy, almost intoxicating, and she laps it again, moaning. 

“You enjoying yourself baby?” Billie asks, with a satisfied smirk. “More?”

“Please.”

“So polite. If I had known that a taste of pussy would make you so soft, I would have hit on you sooner, pretty girl.” The blond woman chuckles. But her laugh quickly turns into a series of soft moans while Stevie keeps lapping at her sex, probing inside with her tongue as if her life depended on it.

Stevie sucks, licks, and nibbles, eager to give pleasure to the woman that just gave her the first two orgasms of her life.

“Stevie…” Billie moans, grinding harder against Stevie’s mouth. 

Stevie grabs Billie’s muscular tights, holding so tight as to leave bruises, keeping her pinned on her face until she feels the other woman squirm in pleasure, her mouth flooded with Billie’s juices.

“Fuck!” Billie moans, collapsing at Stevie’s side. “Not bad.”

“Not bad?” Stevie asks, disappointed, and Billie pinches her chin and turns Stevie’s face towards her.

“Best fuck I had in a long time,” she tells her, looking into her eyes.

“What now?” Stevie asks, feeling unsure.

“Now we clean up and we sleep. And tomorrow we’ll talk,” Billie promises her, and Stevie finds the courage to snuggle up to Billie, kissing her shoulder.

Billie turns around, moving Stevie's head on her chest, just above her beating heart.

“Tired?” she whispers.

“Yeah,” Stevie replies, trying to suffocate a yawn.

“Sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up,” Billie murmurs into her hair, and Stevie falls asleep with a big smile on her face.

[blackjackkent]

Returning to Basilisk Gate we head towards the sewer entrance to follow up on Jaheira's planned meeting with Nine-Fingers, which is conveniently nearby.

There's a lot of ambient dialogue in the area, mostly Flaming Fist giving trouble to the locals. In one direction, a set of refugees are getting their animals confiscated by Lord Gortash's administration "for the duration of the ongoing emergency". In another, a young woman who a Fist claims "is on the list" has been beaten into unconsciousness by a Steel Watcher in the process of being arrested.

Banter on the way:

Wyll: Mercenary they may be, but Father always demanded discipline from the Flaming Fist. Seems some grew unruly in his absence. Jaheira: Your father made a fine job of polishing them up some - but a sellsword is still a sellsword. They are just following their nature. Wyll: And you think the Harpers are more dutiful? Jaheira: I should hope so - they certainly don't get paid half so well.

XD

All in all, it's not an extremely heartening first view of the city for Rakha, who is immediately overwhelmed by the sheer number of people and voices happening in all directions.

On the bright side, meeting this fellow doesn't really feel any weirder than anything else happening around her:

"Come to have a go? Give it your best shot."

Narrator: An air of decay hangs over the stooped beggar's form. The smell of rot. The smell of death.

(A/N: Still amused remembering when Hector found this guy and Selune took time out of her busy day to ping his divine sense and inform him specifically that this is a zombie. XD Also I'm 90% sure this is Aradin's voice actor. )

Rakha must look puzzled, because the strange figure clarifies eagerly: "Gold first. Then you can hit me."

"Usually people pay me *not* to hit them," Rakha says, bemused.

"Tried that once," the figure quips. "They took the gold and hit me anyway. Better this way; I still leave with gold in my pocket. So - you having a go or not?"

Rakha has to think this over for a moment. She has plenty of gold, so the price isn't at issue, but it's not an offer she expected to be given. She would be lying if she said that hitting someone guilt-free wouldn't be a welcome stress-release just at present.

Her biggest concern is the beast Urge in her head - but surprisingly, it seems uninterested in this particular target, in a way that she recognizes. In the past, it has had no particular hunger to 'kill' things which cannot bleed and have no life to drain away, from which she determines that the smell is very pertinent indeed - this creature, whatever he is, is already dead.

She reaches into her pocket, pulls out a platinum and five gold, and hands it over wordlessly.

It's a strange impact, a sort of wet thud into flesh stretched slightly too tight. It stings up her arm into her shoulder.

And, if she's honest, it feels good. And the beast remains mercifully quiet through the whole process.

[moodymisty]

requests are open???????? oh??????? okay okay hear me out, I know this might seem weird but I just love how you write for our clones and since I know you love him as much as I do..... what about "finding out they have a momento of you somewhere on them they bring everywhere" + Tai? 👉🏻👈🏻

Author's note: -yanks a barbie-like doll version of Tai from your hands- He's mine to play with now >:3 and I shall make his life perfect and full of fluff as he deserves. I can't be mean to him on my first time writing him xD

Also Wrecker, since you mentioned him in another message. His is a small bonus featured at the bottom ;3

Relationships: Tai(homeless clone veteran from Kenobi to anyone unawares)/Gn!Reader, Wrecker/Gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Your friends had always insisted you had a bleeding heart. But you never really got why it was always considered something you say about someone to insult them.

You care for other people; Is that so bad?

Well, here maybe. There's no shortage of individuals looking to take advantage of that. But you're careful, it's not like you would've gotten far if you hadn't been. But sometimes you can't help it. You'd lost count of how many times you'd come out to give him some food, as he sat camped out close by the entrance to your work.

"I," He hadn't heard you at first, your voice filtered into the crowd and was carried away by it. You spoke again, louder; With more confidence, you had thought.

"I brought you another."

When you'd finally caught his attention he turned to you, the brightness of his eyes contrasting against the still somewhat disheveled nature of his hair and beard. He'd trimmed some of it not too long ago, but in the situation he was in, it was difficult to find the proper tools to do so.

You'd handed him one of the two mealboxes in your hand- it's still warm on the bottom as your fingers brush over his gloved ones. He had hesitated, but after the last few times where you had, and quite aggressively insisted, he take the food, this time he just takes it.

"You're beginning to make a habit of this," His thumb fiddled with the tab to pull up the lid and take a peek at what was inside. "You know you don't have to."

He makes good company, and you don't hesitate to say as such.

"There's some storage crates behind the store; Do you maybe want to eat together?"

You were never able to stop the expectant look on your face, maybe hoping to puppy dog eyes him into joining you. It had seemed to work, but who knows if it was the pleading tone of just the offer of some company.

He went to haul himself to his feet, so you reached out a hand. He didn't exactly shove it away, but he didn't take it; Standing fully and giving you a small smile. It still surprises you sometimes how tall he is at full height, especially with those thick plastoid boots adding another chunk of height.

"I'm not that old." Putting the hand back on your mealbox, it had been hard not to teasingly roll your eyes.

"You said it, not me."

To think, that felt like so long ago.

It really hadn't been, but time passes so wonderfully slow sometimes when you're around him. And how lucky you'd ended up, now getting to say 'good morning', instead of 'good night'.

The blankets still cover your legs, looking to the side as you watch him dump out his ratty old bag all over his side of the bed. You can tell he still doesn't think he should be here, but you were quick to give him his own little spaces of his. He deserves it, and you want him here.

Various little things come tumbling out out his worn rucksack; Some credits, a roll of bandages, a piece of candy and an empty blaster mag, even.

He's such an early riser- you're not even out of your nightclothes and he's up and moving. Already gave you a kiss and made a cup of caf.

You'd bought Tai a new satchel when you noticed the rips and holes in his current one, that were making it nearly unable to fulfill it's purpose as a bag. The one you'd bought wasn't anything fancy, but part of you had been concerned about implying he replace the old one and finding out it had sentimental value. Thankfully it didn't seem to, and now he's eager to make use of your gift.

Shaking it once more a piece of foil also comes tumbling out with his various doodads, and given it looks looks like nothing else he owns, you decide to curiously reach for it. He doesn't vocalize that you shouldn't touch it, but you still hesitate just a moment to make sure you aren't snooping.

He looks at you and then the foil in your hands, before giving a soft smile that shifts his grey speckled stubble.

"Open it."

Carefully the crumpled metal makes noise as you unfold the edges, before revealing what's inside on your lap.

A flower is pressed and dried, wrapped up in the foil. The stem is cracked from being folded to fit in such a small pack, but it's still secured with the actual petals.

"Is this," You question, even though you think you know where this is from. Not too many plants have the chance to grow and blossom in this sort of smoggy, dirty city.

It must've been blown down from a rooftop garden not too long before you'd both walked by, it late into the night and both your bellies full from some hot, cheap food. The flower had been a bright blue just like the fading paint on his armor, and picking up off the ground you managed to save it from getting stepped on- holding it up to his chestplate. Commenting on the color match had made him smile, before he stuck it in the hair right above your ear.

You don't remember ever taking it out, so it must've fallen sometime during the night and he'd snatched it back up. There had been so much happening; The smell of food and booze, Imperial troopers chasing a mugger, Tai had an arm around you the entire time, and it had tightened with they came a bit too close. That warm feeling had made your stomach turn in knots.

"Why'd you keep it?" You're curious, gently rubbing one of the petals between your thumb and index finger. It's so soft, even the slightest touch and you're nervous you'll ruin it.

He must've had this safely in his satchel for weeks now, and you'd never even known.

"Thought that even if you didn't stick around, I'd still remember having fun that night." He didn't get many of those sorts of days, not after everything that's happened. So much of his life has just been survive to the next day; Next hour, next minute.

"You know," Gently folding the flower back up in it's foil you still hold it in your hand, glancing towards him. "I was already in love with you when you gave me this."

There still exists a small degree of self doubt that exists in him; That he's not the right man for you. Though after vehemently denying it and insisting he stay when he tried to beat himself into leaving your home, you do everything in your power to make sure he has no reason to think those things.

Your confession made him falter for a moment, as you look at him with those sweet, irresistible eyes.

Putting his knee on the bed he moves closer to you, eyebrows raised as his slightly hooded eyes stare you down. He's still a little bit sleepy since the caf hasn't quite kicked in, and neither of you have eaten yet. He's been wanting to make it, he says to make up for all those meals you gave him.

"Did it make you love me more?" You put the flower down safely out of the way, so it isn't as risk of getting crushed when you lean forward and meet him at the middle; Nose just brushing against his. You want to kiss him so fucking bad, feeling his beard against your skin when you mutter your answer.

"There's no words to describe how much it did."

✦ Bonus! Some Wrecker goodness ✦

Wrecker always runs so hot; On a cold planet like this, it's particularly nice.

He makes this sort of heat bubble, that radiates around him like the burning sun of a solar system. Warming up your thighs with the arm leaning across them, he does so as well with your back and side as he uses his other arm to pull you against his chest. Sitting sideways in his lap is nice, especially as you watch the stars.

This is the sort of thing normally makes you quite sleepy- though it doesn't help that Wrecker insists on being the most comfortable sleeping spot. At least this time it won't be terrible if you end up falling asleep, because at least he'll be here to wake you back up. Or keep an eye on everything for you.

He occasionally has to check the scanners, leaning forward to do so when he feels enough time has passed without taking a glance. The continuously snow obscures vision outside the viewports of The Marauder to a degree, but it's not bad enough that you can't see the sky. It is however, bad enough that you have to keep an eye on the scanners to check if anything is getting close, lest you end up noticing only when something's right on top of you.

Not that anyone or thing, other than maybe what little wildlife can survive out here anyways would; It's just Hunter being cautious.

When Wrecker tightens his grip on your thighs a bit an leans forward to check, you notice something underneath the armor of his wrist, and gently reach to grasp his arm. Wrecker doesn't resist and lets you have his arm but he is a little confused, until you expose the thin chain that's wrapped around his body glove but underneath his gauntlet.

"I didn't know you kept this."

You remember way back when, on your first what you would call an 'official date', your necklace had snapped. It wasn't one that had any sort of extreme sentimental value, but you had really liked it; Though when Wrecker had picked it up off the ground to see multiple links were ruined, you elected to trash it.

Apparently Wrecker hadn't done that, and had instead used the long chain and tied it around his wrist with a haphazard double knot, the small little gold pendant long since having been lost.

"I, uh," Wrecker takes his arm away from your hands, and rubs the portion of his neck just below his ear. The chain is easily hidden underneath the plates of his armor, which more than explains why you'd never spotted it up until right now.

"It reminded me of that first date." He looks at you oddly for a moment, his brown eyes trying to read your expression. "It isn't weird, is it?" You shake your head.

"No, not at all. Maybe I can use some of Tech's tools so we can fix it? Then it won't fall off."

He noticeably perks up at that. His hand goes right back to cupping the side of your thigh, his gloved palm covering a good portion of it.

"Yeah, I really don't wanna loose it after this long."

Gods, Wrecker is too sweet for you.

"Well now you got to give me something of yours, so we can match. Right?" He almost instantly starts wracking his brain for ideas, his fingers tapping against your thigh.

"I got an idea," Your eyebrows raise, waiting. "But it's a surprise."

Of course it is.

He laughs as you drop your shoulders, having been denied the instant satisfaction of knowing what memento he's going to give you.

"Awww Wrecker come on, please? Tell me?" Your arms raise to wrap around his neck, attempting to pull him for a kiss, but his torso is too tall for you to get anywhere in this position. He pinches the side of your thigh, making you squeal just a bit.

"I'll tell you later. Promise."

[empressofthesunwriter]

You and I 01

Whether in canon or in fantasy, whether already in love or falling, whether naughty or nice, You and Izuku always find your way to each other.

The Bracelet SFW

Hello and welcome to story 10000000 or so. XD

This is a little project I’ve been thinking about for a while.

Izuku Midoriya is not only my favourite character in MHA, but he is also currently number one of my anime crushes.

I swear if this boy was real and my age I would marry him on the spot!

Since I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who loves our Green Bean I thought about making this One-Shot Collection for all us Izuku-Fangirls.

It will be cute and also dirty.

So there will be for anyone something there to read.

I will update this story when I get ideas for a One-Shot.

I take requests, but only if I feel comfortable writing this story you propose, some things like suicide in it I won’t write as examples.

Please understand.

Now enjoy the first love story of Izuku and You!

The first One-Shot is just a little cute and short story with a bracelet. SFW.

Love hurt.

Love was a bitch.

Love was a fucking villain who beat you up and left you bleeding to death on a dirty alleyway, you were sure.

It felt like a thousand knives rammed themselves into your heart as you saw Izuku, your crush and Uraraka, your frenemies, playing together a card game and being sugary sweet with each other.

God, you wanted to throw up.

Since you guys all moved into the dorms of U.A. you could see how these two grow closer any day.

Of course, it was like living together...with 18 other people but whatever.

The most important thing was, how Izuku and Uraraka got closer and you considered joining the villains to get rid of her.

Kidding, of course, you were kidding, but the jealous side of you had unkind ideas towards your rival.

Stupid Uraraka with her cute face and stupid cute quirk!

She was the perfect girly girl and you...we're so not.

First, you had a pretty manly Quirk, as Eijiro liked to say. 

Second, you weren't all pink and glitter and rainbows.

Yeah, why should Izuku choose you over Uraraka?

No one would.

Signing you got up from one of the couches and made your way to your room.

Not noting how your bracelet, a gift from your dear grandmother, fell from your arm, you were just too depressed.

However, someone saw.

/*/

You lay in your bed like a death starfish staring at the ceiling like it has all the answers to your love problems as it knocks on your door.

"Come in.", you said with a lifeless voice.

"[Your Last Name]...are you okay?"

You sat so fast up that you nearly got whiplash.

Izuku!

Izuku was here!

In your room!

Oh my god!

What did he want?!

"Hey Midoriya.", you quacked out. "What brings you to my humble home."

Shyle he holds your bracelet up in the air.

"I saw how you lost it and wanted to give it back.", he explained.

You jumped out of bed and took the bracelet.

"Oh thank you Izuku, this bracelet is so important to me, I would be so sad if I lost it."

"I had a feeling, you wear it even in your Hero Costume.", he noted with a cute blush.

He took so much note of you, that he remembers this?

"Yeah, you are right.", you say a bit stupified. 

Nervously you try to put it back on, yet thanks to your sweaty fingers, the bracelet slips away from you.

"Erm, may I?", ask you Izuku, pointing at the bracelet.

You just nod, cheeks a flame, as he puts the bracelet back on your wrist.

"You know my grandfather gifted my grandmother this bracelet.", you hear yourself say to him. Why are you telling him this romantic story? "He asked her with it to be his girlfriend when they were both 16 and then at 18 they married."

Izuku looks at you with his beautiful green eyes and smiles softly.

"That's a really sweet story."

"Grandma gifted it to me on my birthday, saying the bracelet would bring my destined love to me. Isn't it funny, hahaha? And you brought it back to me, erm I mean, forgot what I said."

You would shut your mouth up with Sero's tape! 

Why are you such a basket case?!

Why do you say such things to him when he has Uraraka?

You are making a fool out of you!

Only Izuku didn't look at you like you were an idiot, he had a soft blush on his cheeks.

"Oh really...this sounds nice.", he mumbles and rubs his neck.

Huh?

You blink and your mouth is faster than your brain: "Do you wanna get a juice with me?"

His green eyes sparkle formally in happiness and your heart beats faster.

Oh...!

 "It's a date."

You both giggle and Izuku takes your hand in his.

Together you make your way to the next cafe to get your juices.

Maybe your grandma was right...

/*/

Two years later when you and Izuku are 18 and marry you wear of course the bracelet that brought your destined love to you and when your daughter is 16 you hand it to her and tell her how this bracelet would lead her to her love, like it with you and her father.

Izuku hugs you from behind and kisses you, eagerly you kiss him back, while your daughter rolls her eyes at you two.

Uurgh, you were so lovey-dovey it gave her caries!

[assortedvillainvault]

Hmm... 29 x Reader with Warp Darkmatter? If you don't write him, then 25 x Reader with Hades!

"Don't bleed on my carpet"

I can just picture him saying this while shooing minions out the door XD Sorry I don't write for Warp, can't nail down his character and haven't watched blosc (at least the parts without NOS4A2) or the movie in donkeys years. Hades I can do tho!

Hades x Reader

Well SOMEONE is reaping the consequences of this dumbass decision.

You're an indentured servant, like Meg, but you actually like it here most of the time so your sass meter is way lower. Usually.

You stand - albeit not steadily - in the rec room Hades keeps for his staff in one wing of the palace as one leg steadily drips blood all over the Fates' latest knitting project (it's twenty feet long and made of human hair. They were bored)

You can hear Hades literally roasting the imps upstairs for failing their mission. He's going to be in foul mood if you're not in there soon to report success on yours, but you really can't fathom the stairs to get there right now and wow, ok , has it always been this cold in the underworld? Your shawl isn't doing much-

Hades teleports innto the rec with his back to you and a bottle of fabric cleaner clenched in one hand. Oooh his flame is still orange. Shit. You wince as the wound on your leg gushes a little and the blood stars pooling onto the floor under the human-hair-rug-monstrosity.

"Oy, babe, mind telling me why the Fates tossed this at me and said you wouldn't be coming upstairs to our little debriefing?" Yep. He's still mad. "I mean, geez it's not like it's your first day on the job y'kn-" he turned around just as you managed to plant a bloody footprint to the side and, huh, you've never seen his flame do That before, funky.

"Hi." you weakly wave. "Uh, mission was a success I guess? Didn't know political parties could get so stabby." Silence. His eyes are glued to the pool of blood under your feet. You chuckle and weakly snap a couple of finger guns at your horrified employer/boyfriend. "Guess they really wanted to make a point, eh?"

You don't get much further before your knees buckle and Hades rushes forward in a blur of smoke and panicked embers.

Your memories become foggy after that, but you do remember Pain getting beaned in the head by the fabric cleaner bottle as Hades roars at them for...something.

You come to clean, bandaged and burrito'd in Hades himation. An excellent outcome, all things considered. The cloak absoluelty dwarfs you, but it's warm and soft and...still wrapped around the god himself. You're in his lap.

You snuggle down harder. Hades sighs and pushes his eternal paperwork away to glance down at you.

"No more almost-dying on duty, ok? Geez."

You would respond, but a wonderful side effect of Hades' smoke is that he can form as many hands as he likes with it and there's at least three petting you right now. You yawn instead.

If almost-dying gets you this, you might get stabbed more often. As a treat.

One of the smoke hands flicks you in the forehead. You...you said that last part out loud didn't you.

"NO. Just, just ask or something for crying out loud! By ME, dating a freaking masoschist here..."

[dotieeee]

unhinged spicy thot: Morpheus getting absolutely obliterated by his equally twinky but also (normally) super sweet partner 🤩like they just wreck him and he's lowkey surprised how strong and forceful they can be when they want and oh fuck I hope this doesn't awaken anything in me um yes it has let's do this more xD

I will keep this gender neutral as I can, but oh my oh my

***

Morpheus laid on his back quite comfortably as he watched you closely: you, hovering above him, the most beautiful, ravishing creature he had ever laid eyes on, catching your breath, beads of sweat running down your face and your neck (which he'd very much like to just lick), the effects of an earth-shattering orgasm still lingering on your pretty features.

It was a sight to behold, and it was one of those moments where he wished he could just freeze time itself to admire the strength this lythe, little body holding him down on the mattress possessed.

The Endless in him had seen and experienced a multitude od things in his time in this universe, but to say he had been taken aback at the way you had almost (his pride refused to admit just how close you were) ruined his corporeal body with your...skills was understatement. He was sated beyond belief, true, but never in his imaginations did he see you responsible.

He simply couldn't tear his eyes away from you.

He had observed you the entire time he and you had laid together; how your innocent eyes darkened as you commanded him to strip before you, how your plump lips curled into a cruel smirk as you yanked his wrists and pinned it above him with so much force he could've bruised if he was any lesser than a cosmic being, and how you growled mine over and over in his ears as you ravaged him the way you wanted. The memory of you taking him over and over sent shivers down his spine - he'd like to do it again, and again, and again, if you'd be willing. His cock was hard, again, uncomfortably throbbing in pure want. He could never get enough of you after this.

And judging by that sly grin on your usually soft features, you knew. You knew the effect you had on him.

"Something on my face, my King?" You whispered from above him. Normally such an insolent tone would warrant a severe punishment among his subjects, but right then, he couldn't even begin to care. All he wanted was more of you.

"Hmm. Have you had your fill, mortal?" He teased back as his finger made its way to your collarbone to trace your skin. He'd very much like to mark it, but this time was yours. There would always be another time, he surmised.

With a force he didn't know you still had in you after such a strenous session, you gripped his wrist and threw it back on the pillow, just above his head.

"I have not given you the permission." It was a warning. Oh how he loved riling you like so. "And I am not done with you, your Majesty."

The way your eyes shifted, hardening with resolve and an unspoken promise to wreck him as much as your little mortal body could, stirred up an urge in him to just beg. He'd give you a run for your money of course, but there's no saying you couldn't break him like only he knew you could.

He felt his own eyes bleed onyx at such a sumptous threat. So much surprise in such a fragile little package. Happily, he laid still and let you work your wonders.

[chenziee]

Chains meant to be broken

@lawluevents - Day 1: Soulmates/Loyalty @onepiece-bingo: Chains

Alternate summary: that one broken roof in Dressosa can fit so many fics...

I couldn't have possibly made this year's LawLu week fit into the It's the little things verse (repeated prompts and also too many canon scenes already covered there xD) so I had to ask myself, "How do I make this harder?" And then remembered my OP bingo card so here we are with day 1/square 1!

[ Read on AO3 | series ]

—————

To have a soulmate is a blessing, Law’s mother used to say. She always did so with a soft, knowing expression on her face while stroking Law’s arm, tracing his soulmark with gentle fingers.

Law used to believe her… but that romantic naivety soon burned away—leaving behind nothing but the growing white spots on his skin and a clock ticking, counting down the seconds of his remaining lifespan.

He didn’t believe anything after Flevance. He didn’t believe anything except destruction and he most certainly didn’t believe in some random person he had never met swooping in and making everything right just by the virtue of being his soulmate. That was something that happened only in fairy tales—stories of princes appearing before damsels in distress to save them, to give them a better life, fixing whatever fucked up mess there was in a matter of minutes with little effort. Law always thought it was stupid, even as a child; life never worked that way after all. No matter what kind of magic you used, shit would always happen. And in his life… 

Shit happened and then kept happening.

There was no magic.

There was no soulmate.

There was nothing left.

Nothing but Doflamingo and the hope to make Cora-san’s ambition come true.

By the age of 15, Law knew that even if he ever met his soulmate, it wouldn’t matter to him in the least. After all, what was a soulmate if not a chain meant to keep you from doing what you needed to do, to hold you in place and restrict your freedom.

Some days, Law had to laugh at the metaphor.

How ironic for his own soulmark to be a chain that covered his entire left arm, running from his wrist all the way to his shoulder like a snake trying to break him. Break him, just like the chain itself was broken—just like everything else in Law’s life.

That was how it was, and how it was supposed to be.

After all, everything Law did in his life after Minion Island was for one reason and one goal and he didn’t care how many things he broke along the way.

—————

Law was 26 years old and barely alive when he first realised what a broken chain stood for.

He had never bothered to think about it until that point; it didn’t matter to him—he thought it didn’t matter to him.

But then he found himself sitting on the roof of a half-broken house in what used to be the bustling heart of Dressrosa. His entire right arm was throbbing with white hot pain from where it had been severed and then sewn back on, the injury still fresh and bleeding and painful, but Law barely noticed it over the sounds of destruction around him—sounds of Doflamingo turning the entire town into strings, Straw Hat throwing his own, just as damaging punches right back at him, people screaming…

But all Law heard from it all, all he felt… was the chain around his heart creaking, its metallic links straining against each other as if Straw Hat himself had grabbed it and pulled, trying to rip the thing apart with bare hands.

And then…

Straw Hat tore down the Birdcage and with it, the chain finally broke as well.

And in that moment, Law understood.

“How stupid,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head. He wasn’t sure if he meant the metaphorical chain Doflamingo had on his heart, the soulmark on his arm—how long has it been since he had called the thing that?—or if he meant himself.

He supposed it didn’t matter right then.

“Room.” It took a great deal of willpower to force his ability to work but he refused to give up. He gritted his teeth, making the Room grow as big as he could make it. “Shambles.”

A split second later, Straw Hat appeared on the roof next to Law. He looked terrible, covered in dirt and sweat and so much blood, but there was a smile on his lips as he snored softly, already dead to the world.

Law huffed to himself; how careless of him to fall asleep the second he had defeated Doflamingo. Was he so certain his crew had taken care of every single person who would still be out to kill him? Did he think someone would catch him? Or did he honestly think would be okay just crashing to the ground, even being a rubber man, and then just staying there like that?

With a sigh, Law closed his eyes. He could feel the exhaustion pulling him under too… But he at least refused to sleep until he was sure it was safe.

“Torao?”

Law’s eyes snapped open as he startled at the weak call of his name. He blinked, turning to look at Straw Hat to meet his half-lidded eyes and lazy grin that only widened the longer Law looked at him.

“I knew you’d catch me. Thanks,” Straw Hat said in a voice so quiet it was barely audible.

“Don’t be stupid. You think I’m that loyal to you after meeting again yesterday?” Law retorted. He wasn’t even sure why he bothered to defend himself when all the evidence was so painfully obviously against him.

Straw Hat snickered at his words but didn’t argue. He only gazed up at Law, something so incredibly soft in his eyes that it almost hurt and Law wasn’t sure if he was brave enough to face it. 

But… considering who he was dealing with…

Law wasn’t sure if he would even have a fucking choice.

He barely knew Straw Hat but he already knew all too well how goddamned stubborn this man was.

“Our soulmarks finally make sense together, don’t they?”

Stubborn, perceptive, and completely fucking shameless.

Of course he had noticed. Of course he had figured it out way before Law did. And of fucking course he just had to toss it in Law’s face without any regard for the situation or their surroundings.

“Shut up, Straw Hat-ya. Go to sleep,” Law growled instead of acknowledging what Straw Hat had said.

Before Straw Hat could so much as giggle at Law’s admittedly pointless defiance, a shout came from somewhere close to them.

“LUCY!!” 

Law jumped, having almost forgotten about the two women who were on the roof with them. Clicking his tongue, Law turned away, not about to watch as the young kid in skimpy armour sobbed over Straw Hat, thanking him over and over and over again.

How annoying.

Did she have to move Straw Hat just put his head in her lap in the first place? He was injured for fuck’s sake. Just let him rest and have a doctor look him over and give him treatment…

Although, well… Law didn’t have any room to talk. He himself hadn’t done much in that department and he was the doctor here. But he was just so tired. It was okay to sleep now, right? It didn’t seem like anyone was coming after them anymore; if they were, he probably would have noticed their presence by now. It was fine. Probably. 

Hopefully. 

And if not, well—then they were fucked because Law couldn’t fight the pull any longer, exhaustion and blood loss working hand in hand to drag him under.

Law didn’t have the strength to fight it anymore—not the sleep and not the way the broken chain on his arm burned from having found its missing link. The link that broke it and set Law free.

Law was going to sleep now and then…

Then they could see where the ocean took them.

[aphroditestummyrolls]

Wylan Whump Fic bc i am predictable af xD

My friend! ❤️ I’ve been working backwards through the second chapter, but I wrote the beginning of it just for you!

The darkness was an oppressive thing. It weighed down his eyelids. His blood felt sluggish and thick in his veins.

And when he finally managed to pry open his eyes, the light felt like daggers.

All that Jesper knew in that moment was that his fucking head hurt. It throbbed like it had its own heartbeat, white hot pain radiating out from his left temple. Up was down and down was up, he could scarcely even tell where his feet were. Was he lying down? Had someone sat him up? It left him fumbling and disoriented, made his gut roil, flipping and twisting– it was only by some minor miracle he hadn’t been sick.

He breathed through a long few seconds with his eyes screwed shut, just barely squinting as he adjusted to the lamps in… wherever he was.

It wasn’t the Slat. It wasn’t anywhere he recognized.

If he could think logically– or see normally– he’d be rolling his eyes at how dim those painful lamps actually were. Their ember-like glow wasn’t from any type of window or opening, emanating instead from dusty looking, cracked sconces fixed to the walls. They were nestled between dug-in shelves. Dug-in because, the more he blinked the world into focus, Jesper could tell they were made of packed earth.

This was some type of cellar. The world was coloured in shades of shadowy brown and grey, and it would be hard to see even if he was in the best of conditions– something he was not. But he could feel the soil under his hand, caking itself under his nails as he clawed weakly into the floor where he had been dropped. It smelled like a cool spring night on the farm– tilled earth, a fallow field with nothing planted yet. What was different, though— made his lungs feel tight and ache for home— was the musty, recirculated quality to the air. It was cold, but still. Stagnant. Like Black Veil.

Jesper shivered even as he felt something warm drip down his cheek, and wondered idly if he was sweating or bleeding.

His brain stayed a foggy, thoughtless thing, for even longer than his eyes stayed bleary and burning. It wasn’t until his body adjusted to the new, elevated baseline of pain that the throbbing started to ease off. Dimly, he acknowledged his own body, taking stock— his hat and gun belt were gone; he was stripped down to his trousers, waistcoat and shirt, and it made him shiver. Whoever had taken him had thrown him carelessly to the dirt floor, leaving him a heap on his side. There was no doubt that he was already bruising. And then there were his hands and feet— his wrists and ankles felt heavy and rubbed raw, but he hadn’t thought about it too hard. Not until just then, when a feeble kick of his legs sounded like clinking metal. He blinked down to where he’d dug into the dirt, and his followed the chain of his shackled hands.

Shit.

He remembered the acrid tang of blood and smoke, chemical compounds tingeing the air as he pushed open the workshop door. The apology he was rehearsing abruptly trailed off as he took in the state of the place.

And the state of Wylan.

Wylan.

Across the small room, crumpled into a dead-looking heap of scrawny limbs and singed curls, was a body. A Body. The thought was unthinkable but he couldn’t turn his mind off of the terrible chant of it– dead, dead, he’s dead, his brain uselessly supplied. The body was so still, one ghostly pale hand laying limply out toward Jes with something rusty smudged into the fingertips. The body was still faceless, fully hidden in the crook of an elbow and a careless flop of curls– but Jesper would know him anywhere. That unmistakable, untamable hair; that too-big overcoat; the slender line of his hand with those precise fingers.

It had to be some trick. Some terrible trick by some… who would do this? Any of it?

“Wy—“ his voice was nothing but a ragged croak, but there wasn’t much moisture in his throat to help him clear it. It hurt, fuck, everything hurt. “Wylan, Wylan! Wake up! WYLAN?”

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What's in Your Bag, OC? Tag

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rules: name five things your oc would always have in their bag (at work, school, etc)

Let's do my two neurodivergent babies from my teenage superhero wip The City is Ours, Kylee and Chase!

Kylee's Bag

Pencils and inking pens, along with her sketchbook. Any free second they get they'll whip it out and start drawing

Fidget toys! She's autistic, so they're a must everywhere she goes. They prefer fidgets that spin and or don't make a lot of sound- like spinner rings, fidget spinners, stress balls, and those ones with the marble inside mesh where you push the marble around. (the spinning ones are extra fun with her superspeed powers, but she has to be careful not to go too fast and break it XD)

Over the ear noise cancelling headphones, for when they're overstimulated. She listens to a lot of movie soundtracks and lo-fi. Sometimes songs with words, they like bands like the Beatles and Mumford and Sons

Band-aids, since they tend to chew on their fingers and pick at her skin until it bleeds without realizing it. Having band-aids on hand is helpful

A notebook to write things down in for communication, in case their phone died and they're unable to use their hands for sign language (she's non-speaking autistic)

Chase's Bag

The mini laptop he frankenstien-ed together, made of a mini laptop and a few salvaged phones and keyboards- for hacking on the go

Their medications. He has OCD and Bipolar Disorder, and sometimes with the superhero thing he might end up somewhere away from home or the base when it's time to take the medications they need to, ya' know, function

Energy drinks. He's an insomniac and kind of a caffeine addict. They can go through several drink packs in one night of superhero work being the Guy in the Chair, and he can and will mix them with coffee

A little tool set of tiny screwdrivers, in case he needs to fix tech or break into something on the go

A small picture of his mom before she got sent to the psych ward, nobody knows about it and they'll bite you if you bring it up

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[zizygy]

darkolai, “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.” ;) Bonus if they're actually worst enemies.

I'm such a mess I wrote one and a half whole scenes and STILL didn't get to the quote so I'm just going to drop the complete scene XD at least the confession is here Nikolai Sun Summoner AU uh important context, The Darkling is being tried for his crimes as the Black Heretic and he gets a little bitty triggered --

Shadow blades stick out of every surface. The deck, the Reader of Sins, the Sun Summoner cult leader and almost everyone unfortunate enough to be on the stage. The audience had escaped the worst of it but Nikolai had jumped onto the stage and now…

Shadow knives, with their handles trembling just like a real dagger would, splayed out from his stomach, arms… he might be okay, it wouldn’t be the first time Aleksander stabbed him, except there was also one in his throat.

“I love him,” he said again, terrified that his previous protest had been forgotten in the violence. “Stop-” he would have said Stop the trial but blood poured out of his mouth and out of his throat with every attempted word.

His eyes met Aleksander’s and he understood immediately. The blown pupils, deathly pallor, complete stillness even though the metal chains holding him down had been bent and warped. Soldier’s heart. He wasn’t here. Nikolai needed to get to him.

Though the cult had offered their best healer, Nikolai’s hands were nothing like they should be. His fingers shook - something not helped by the blood loss - and he needed to make his summoning symbols almost three times as big as usual to summon half the power. His hands sizzled against his ruined throat but it wasn’t enough. He was going to bleed out and die right here in front of Sasha. He made a pathetic sound, something that might have been an apology or a plea, then he was overwhelmed by darkness.

Aleksander ran to Nikolai’s side. He couldn’t just banish the shadow daggers, as much as he wanted to, because they were plugging the many many wounds he’d inflicted on the man. He fell to his knees and pulled Nikolai into his lap, hoping against hope that the wounds looked worse than they were, that Nikolai was being his dramatic self.

But Aleksander had seen death and he recognized it in front of him. A healer wouldn’t get here fast enough to save Nikolai. He’d lose his sun summoner.

Unless he did something about it.

Before all this sun summoner business, he’d returned to his experiments with merzost. He’d been trying to make soldiers out of nothing, but the Making always demanded something in return. He realized that he needed to give it a body. A life. He’d shelved that particular project.

But here was a body, a life Nikolai, bleeding to death in front of him.

Between this and the ache of losing his daughter, he hardly needed to pull to unravel himself. There were the physical wounds from his trial, but deeper than that, his soul was frayed. It took very little effort to reach in and pull a few of those strands away. They became physical in his hand, long and thin and shining in a way that shadows didn’t.

He opened Nikolai’s mouth and put one strand in it, then pressed - ripping reality slightly - into Nikolai’s chest, until he could feel that brightly glowing soul. He wasn’t sure how the man could ever have doubted what he was when his soul shined like burnished gold, though it was rapidly fading and fraying.

Aleksander didn’t try to grab those threads, he just wove his own shadows into the golden fabric. Once the first was in, it became child’s play to continue to weave, to patch Nikolai’s life with shadows, until they started to flow around his body and patch up the wounds.

He doesn’t stop until Nikolai’s chest rises and falls on its own. Then he wraps his arms around his sun summoner. Let the cult think what they will. That he has a heart or that he’s manipulating Nikolai or that even this is part of his plan, he doesn’t care. Let Nikolai hate him when he wakes, for now he runs his hand through the man’s hair and holds him close.

[mushroom-for-art]

So this takes place in the au where May doesn't escape Team Rocket and becomes an asset, specifically an au with @blues-sues 's Rue so like Rue!Au I guess? XD idk hope you enjoy

Cave-in

It was meant to be a routine area sweep, it was meant to just be a normal routine area sweep! Survey, look for anything out of place, report it, track it if valuable or useful, apprehend and capture. It had all happened so fast, one of the people's Voltorbs had a wobbly and used self-destruct. The whole mountain side shook, people and pokemon went flying, May and Rue had avoided the initial devastating blast but the rocks beneath them crumbled before either of them could react around the ringing headaches. They'd hit the cavern floor hard and lost consciousness, Mays AEI's (artificial energy introducers) had shattered when she hit the floor.

They fizzled and hissed before sending a weak current of electricity through Mays body jolting her awake in the darkness of the cave, she sat up looking around and could hear Rue quietly huffing and maybe crying. She glanced around struggling to see in the darkness realizing her glasses were cracked and that the hole they fell in through caved in on itself somehow so they couldn't get back out that way.

"Rue…?" She barely whispered, very aware that other pokemon may be inside this cave system they had fallen into and that they could attack, her eyes blinking and slowly adjusting to the darkness.

"Yea. I'm over here." Rue answered shortly her tone slightly pained as May slowly hesitantly walked over, promptly stubbing her toe on a rock and whimpering an "ow ow ouch!"

"What happened?! Was it a pokemon?! Are you okay??" Rue's voices betrayed her panic as she tried to sit up and quickly yelped, falling back down and making another pained sob, "Arceus dammit! Muk!" She gritted her teeth in frustration as May more cautiously tip-toed closer.

"hey hey easy, I'm sorry I just stubbed my toe, what's the matter you sound hurt how bad is it?" May crouched down besides Rue feeling more than useless as she asked questions she moved her arm tapping a broken AEI hoping the electricity might spark enough to life to offer some light to no avail. Frowning she could only squint the best she could to see moving her hand cautiously to tap around to really find Rue.

"I'm fine-" Rue lied, badly. Her tone gave away her pain and she growled as May lightly tapped her arm, "stop that, stop fretting!" May pulled her hand away quickly putting her hands up in surrender though she wasn't sure if Rue could actually see.

"Sorry sorry! I can't see very well, I was trying to find you, see if I could give you a quick check over." May fumbled as Rue snorted.

"In the dark? When you can't see?" May made an awkward noise as Rue continued with a sigh, "I think I hurt my leg, pretty bad too, and my arm. Just everywhere where I landed hurt. I'm surprised you're not more hurt. You landed on your face, your nose is bleeding."

"It is?" May asked dumbly, moving to touch her snout, it had been hurting and running more than usual but she'd thought it was from the cold in the cave, sure enough her fingers felt wet as she made a slight "huh" sound tilting her head back saying "gross. Sorry if I bled on you." Rue puffed a light scoff.

"Quit apologizing, you didn't." Rue looked at the other, besides cracked glasses bloody nose cuts from the broken glass of the AEIs which were bust she'd faired pretty alright, "sure you don't have increased defense?" Rue playfully asked, laughing before hissing in pain as that hurt. "Shouldn't you be leaning your head forward?"

May blinked making an "uuhh" sound that sounded strange from where she was pinching at her nose before moving to lean forward rather than back offering a quiet "sorry" which Rue would've bat her for was she not making an effort to be still.

When her nose finally stopped bleeding May awkwardly mumbled, "I'm sorry you're here badly hurt and I'm here with a stupid nose bleed and you're helping me, what can I do?" Rue could only sigh.

"I don't know, I. I think we're meant to keep me still? If anythings broken and you shift me about then it'll only get worse? And surely the others will be looking for us. So we need to stay put and wait for them to come and collect us." May could only nod lamely offering a quiet, "yea" of agreement.

May awkwardly reached out again before stopping "am, I on your hurt side? Did I hurt you before?" Her voice was soft and guilty.

"You're fine, no I was just, annoyed, I don't like this situation is all." Rue sighed softly in frustration as May awkwardly tapped about finding Rues arm after a bit of uncertain prodding and awkwardly holding her arm in one hand attempting to offer comfort and also kind of scared in case she somehow lost Rue to an after shock or a pokemon snatching her away silently at least if she had hold of her she knew where she was.

Rue shifted her uninjured arm and May awkwardly let go, putting her hands up in surrender once more, trying to hide her concern and hurt. Rue tutted at her impatiently, grabbing one of Mays hands in hers and pulling both their arms down to rest over her chest bump. Mays' tail swayed shyly as her other hand came to rest on her lap as she sat on her knees.

"I can sense you fretting. I'll probably sense anything before you, we'll be fine they won't dare try and attack two of us!" Rue reassured May, giving her a confident grin despite her injuries. "Plus maybe you'll give me some of your defense like this," she gave a soft laugh and another smile. May wished she could give Rue some of her health simply by holding her hand, she squeezed softly and Rue squeezed back. They could only wait.

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Rues pain had gotten worse and it had surely been a while, on the cold cavern floor she was shivering which didn't help her injured half the shivers sending twitches of pain through her body. They'd thankfully been left alone by any pokemon but May quietly wondered if that meant there was something bad about this point in the cave, she hated that no one had come for Rue yet she hated that it was surely getting dark out and that the cold was seeping in ever faster.

"Muk it's cold…" Rue quietly hissed in pain, her teeth chattered slightly as May could feel her hand shaking. She felt helpless, knowing no moves and Rue couldn't use any moves in her state or risk making herself worse. She wished she had one of those coats the people wore so she could lay it over Rue but she didn't. She gently squeezed Rue's hand.

"Do, you want me to lie with you and try to warm you up?" She offered unsure, not wanting to hurt Rue by accident.

"No, no, if we do that and fall asleep we might not, well if it gets too cold that could be really bad and one of us needs to stay alert. Plus your knees must be freezing already." Rue spoke softly, and May shrugged, her knees hurt but if it meant being by Rues side then she'd live. She felt Rue slowly let go of her hand.

"Maybe you should go look around, maybe you could find something for me or maybe there's someone nearby that you can lead here?" Rue offered, she was clearly unsure and May was worried about why Rue was sending her away. "Look it makes sense you might find something fluffy or a camper to rob," Rue gave her a playful grin.

May frowned uncertainly but if Rue thought she should, "I promise I'll be back," she slowly stood ignoring the pain in her knees and chest she had started to ache from the cold and probably bruising, "I'm not gonna go far though I'm not leaving you." Rue puffed softly.

"I know you ain't. You're soft like that." But smiling softly and kindly to her as May gave her an awkward nod looking around and tiptoeing through the cavern. She stopped, "you'll yell if you need me right?"

"Yea I'll let you know." May nodded once more before wandering awkwardly into the cave system.

'Got to find something to help Rue, got to find help or something to help Rue, got to find help or something to help Rue,' She repeated those thoughts over and over as she looked around sniffing faintly at the rock walls and mosses that grew for any indication of good healing properties.

'Can't you do that yourself?' A voice spoke in her head that wasn't hers, she spun around quickly trying to spot any nearby activity, any psychic types that might be projecting into her brain. 'There's nothing else in this cave but you and Rue, that explosion scared everything away.' it spoke again to her, right in her head, a female voice she didn't know.

'Who,, are you?' May thought awkwardly, 'Consider me an inner monologue.' the voice replied. 'don't people usually, control their inner monologues? Like it's just their voice right?' She heard the other voice scoff, 'well if you don't want my help.' Her mind went silent as the cave sounds drifted back into focus. 'Wait no! If you can help, please come back!' She thought loudly and helplessly spinning around shouting in her head to please please come back!

'Oh stop shouting, you'll give us both a headache,' they returned, sounding irritated. 'I'm sorry, please, I need your help desperately. Rues hurt and-' they scoffed again, 'I'm aware, inner monologue I know what the situation is and I'm very much aware that you have the power to fix it.' May shook her head, 'I'm powerless unfortunately, I can't do anything.' It laughed, 'you can mega evolve can't you?' it almost mocked. May huffed a frustrated snort looking at her AEIs, 'not with these bust, I thought you knew this? I think you're just muk-ing with me.' She sneered in annoyance, moving to look around again annoyed at wasting her time.

'What if I told you how you could mega without those silly little bracelets?' It chimed in sweetly after a few minutes causing May to pause in contemplation, 'how?' If she really could mega right now, well she was very powerful when mega she could help Rue. 'just like that. Think. Why do you want to mega?' May furrowed her brow in confusion, 'so I can be strong and be useful and so I can get Rue to team base and get her help of course! She's my friend and she's hurt and I want to help her! I have to help her!' The megastone in her chest faintly buzzed with energy though she didn't notice.

'You're overcomplicating it. Pick a single goal, focus on that goal, will every fiber of your being to achieve that goal force yourself to bend and snap and break if you have to to get there!' The voice took on a dark undertone as it commanded but May could barely notice for the buzzing in her ears as she clenched her hands into fists focusing on what she needed to do, she had to get Rue out of here to the base, she had to get Rue medical treatment and get her out the cold, she had to help her, she had to help her friend, she had to-!

'I have to help Rue!' Her voice yelled in her head as a strange rush ran through her body, she felt power breaking out of the mega stone in her chest flowing through her, altering her body, the power was warm and came in waves like a flame and, it didn't hurt, not like when the AIEs were used on her.

She stumbled slightly on her elongated toes and blinked looking around, she could, see? And she. She was aware? Normally when she went mega she lost awareness and only came to afterwards when back to normal. This was great! It means she could focus and knew she'd be getting Rue help! Now, which way back to Rue. The mega evolving left her slightly discombobulated, at least until a psychic wave like echolocation left her body and pinged back where it met Rue. She moved quickly on her longer legs rushing back a bit ungracefully to get to her friend.

Rue shivered on the floor still, hoping that May came back with help or something warm, though after feeling a wave of psychic energy she went on high alert. She could hear something rapidly approaching and she couldn't really do much to defend herself. She struggled to crane her head to look lifting her uninjured hand trying to summon any kind of energy as a warning shot as whatever it was got closer and closer, until-

A, mega mewtwo came into view and May beamed at her friend as she ran over while Rue remained alert and aware of the fact the mega version of her friend was a brutal fighter. But. Her eyes were different as Rue opened her mouth while looking at her confused.

"Your eyes are brown?" Rue asked, evidently confused. And this question only served to confuse May in return.

"Aaahh??? Yes?? My eyes are brown!" May answered in confused certainty moving to crouch down beside her friend once more, looking over Rue and frowning at the damage she could now see. Half of Rue was badly bruised, her arm was hanging limply at an odd angle and her leg also looked damaged.

"Normally, they go yellow?" Rue said now unsure as she watched Mays eyes almost shift as they scanned over her looking past and through her body almost. Mays face only pulled deeper into a frown as she looked at Rues leg seeing her bones and how one of them was definitely broken, thankfully it was a clean break. Her eyes drifted to Rues arm, thankfully just dislocated and bruised up with no broken bones though she hoped the dislocating cold and continued position it was in didn't cause nerve damage.

"Your legs' broken, arms only dislocated though," May reassured, blinking her eyes back to normal, "do, you want me to?" she moved her hands as though grabbing an arm in the air and doing a vague shoving up motion to indicate relocating it. Rues eyes fell to look at her arms, she was part fighting type now and it showed she was big and powerful and Rue had seen her in fights. But she didn't seem the same. Normally when mega she was quick and brutal and didn't speak and barely seemed like the mewtwo Rue knew, and yet right now she did just seem like a bigger version of her friend as she blinked down at her sweetly.

"Everything okay?" May tilted her head as she looked down at Rue in concern and care. Rue made a noise giving her a smile.

"Yea, you're just different to usual. Well. Relocate this arm girl I'm cold," Rue chuckled grinning at May hiding her fear of how much this was gonna hurt. May moved carefully sitting Rue up letting her lean against her leg as she knelt on one knee and kept the other just bent, she carefully moved to hold Rues arm who winced softly.

"I'm sorry," she moved the arm carefully into position so it would go back in the socket, "I'll relocate it on 3 okay?" Rue nodded with a slight whimper, "okay, one," Rue breathed trying to steady herself already feeling the nerves creeping in, "two." May quickly popped the arm back into the socket while Rue was distracted and less tense earning a long squeak of pain followed quickly by a "YOU GIT" And Rue quickly batting at her with her uninjured arm. May figured she deserved that as Rue swatted at her before huffing out a growl in her general direction.

"I'm sorry you'd have gotten all tense otherwise, do you forgive me?" May awkwardly pleaded.

"You're a swinub," Rue grumbled as May made an apologetic noise, "you're gonna hate me even more when I do your leg." Rue glared "Do not try to pop my leg back."

May waved her hands in surrender, "oh! No no not what I meant, I'm going to use my powers to hopefully realign the bones then I'm hoping I can like use psychic to lock hold it in place so your bones don't float about and also put psychic on your whole leg so it doesn't move?" Rue raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

"You can do that now?" To which May uselessly shrugged in uncertainty, "I hope I can!" Rue was not that comforted by that. She moved her hand over Rues leg holding it above to not touch, focusing herself, she wanted to align the bones then lock the whole leg so it didn't move easy enough. Rue watched her eyes change again observing her bones it seemed and made a noise of discomfort at the sensation in her leg.

"Sorry sorry," May apologized as psychic energy quickly gripped and binded to Rues broken bone and leg. She made a soft ooh in her discomfort once more as it felt strange and ached but less so than before and when she'd tried to move it on her own.

"Guess you could do that…not bad," Rue awkwardly nodded, feeling just slightly jealous at Mays newfound capabilities. May didn't pick up on this shifting to Rues good side while still holding her upright, she slipped an arm under Rues legs and while supporting and holding her back she lifted easily scooping Rue off of the floor making a concerned noise, "you really are freezing! I'm so sorry I took so long!"

Rue hummed leaning into May feeling the warmth radiating off of her, "I'll forgive you since you're warm." May looked around once more a wave of psychic energy flowed from her, causing a warm wave of energy to flow through Rue too. After a few moments she sighed.

"That explosion and aftershocks caused cave-ins, that's why no-ones came to get us, no one can get in, all the other pokemon must've known this was a danger spot and fled." Rue made a noise, she could use psychic energy waves to see far away like echolocation too now apparently.

May looked over to roughly where they fell in from, "I have an idea. Sorry if this hurts" The arm supporting Rues back and holding her side shifted wrapping her hand under Rues legs with Rue being carefully shifted so her back was more against her shoulder effectively holding her in one arm like a baby, Mays arm was slightly pressing on her injured side but it would've happened had she used her other arm too.

Eyeing up the wall she mentally marked out where she needed to hit, she wiggled her fingers on her now free hand clenching them into a tight fist and gearing her arm up pulling back to punch, she WAS going to make a way for them to get out, her eyes glowed and her fist glowed brighter with energy before she shot out a punch her bound up elasticated energy penetrating through the stone wall with devastating power and efficiency.

May grinned with teeth at the hole she'd made looking mighty proud of herself before quickly jogging over still holding Rue like a baby though her free arm quickly coming to hold and secure Rue properly in her hold as she hopped up leaping onto the edge of the entrance she'd made before adjusting her feet to slide down the side of the mountain they'd been trapped in.

It was dark now, as she slid down not minding the cold of the snow on her toes but holding Rue close when she shivered in the cold night breeze. She leapt from the mountain once close enough to the bottom landing in the frosty grass before the forest. Looking around she sensed camp, glancing at Rue to make sure she was still secure and okay she set off in a light run.

Though a light run for the mega was a speeding bullet for Rue still held securely in her friends arm watching trees shoot past them at dangerous speeds, while Rue was worried one wrong judgment could leave them splatted against the bark of a pine-tree for May she barely processed the speeds at which she was achieving her brain going just as quickly to allow her to run through the trees safely.

She slid to a stop at the edge of the team rocket base camp sighing softly and chuckling, "huh I guess it wasn't that far away after all," May spoke naively glancing at Rue who looked half terrified, "ah? What's wrong, are you okay?"

"Almighty Sinnoh, Arceus! Do you have any idea how fast you were going?!" Rue demanded, earning a startled confused look from the mega who glanced back and saw the dust and frost cloud she kicked up in her haste, "ah..i'm sorry I didn't realize but we're here now! You're going to be okay. Let's just get you to the medic!"

Taking another step forward there was a faint glow and Mays mega form dissipated leaving her back to her usual self still holding Rue who felt significantly bigger in her arms. She wheezed softly more so from the sudden exhaustion that smacked her in the face than Rue resting on one knee still holding onto her friend, before pulling herself back up to stand to carry Rue. Despite her powers fading the psychic binding on Rues leg seemed to have remained as she was carried to the medic tent.

The team doctor looked at them both opening their mouth in disbelief at their return considering what happened before motioning to a bed saying snippily, "put her there," May nodded placing Rue on the bed, quickly rambling "she had a dislocated arm, I relocated it, she's also got a broken leg bone clean break here," she motioned without touching, "I realigned it with psychic and held her bone and leg still with a psychic grip too and she's got bruising-" "Right. I got it I'll deal with it thank you," they cut in with no sincerity in their thank.

"Go run along go, carry something around we're in absolute chaos after that stupid voltorb nonsense so go make yourself useful. I don't want you underfoot." They had no patience for her as they went about checking over Rue. May awkwardly swallowed, saying softly, "okay, I'll see you later Rue," waving a hand she left to go help. Rue opened her mouth to protest, to tell them May was hurt too and should get looked over but was quickly given a heavy sedative and painkiller cocktail followed by an oxygen mask as the medic spoke, "deep breaths now count back from 10 or something so I can fix this blasted leg."

May busied herself making herself useful around the base carrying this moving that, none of the grunts really looked at her as they told her what to do. Her mind was filled with worry for Rue hoping that she'd be okay and that the doctor would fix her leg up no problem, her mind was so consumed by her own thoughts she didn't feel the creeping in the back of her mind as a voice that wasn't hers considered this experience very interesting and she didn't really notice the ache of her chest bump anymore.

[illwynd]

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🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

I tried to find a few good lines in the thing I've been recently writing that's a sequel to a fic from like 7 or 8 years ago, but most of the good lines in that one are filthy. So here instead is a bit of the other thing I've been working on.

Thor is noble and ever-true? Thor is generous, offering his hand even to his enemies?  Loki suddenly cannot remember what ever gave him that idea, and the realization makes him feel ill.  No, that is a lie. He does remember.  Because he remembers burning with envy when it seemed all of Asgard praised Thor for whatever he did. And he remembers burning with something else as well. Something that made everything about Thor gleam.   Thor’s voice coming from behind him in that moment makes his hand slip, the point of the knife he had been using as a tool slicing into his finger. He lifts his fingertip to his mouth and sucks on it for a moment, inwardly cursing, before he chooses the more dignified route of casting a quick spell to stanch the bleeding.  When Loki turns to face him, he finds Thor watching with an amused look.  “Apologies for startling you,” Thor says, though he does not really sound apologetic.

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Oh man idek. I try not to repeat myself so the times I've caught a story going into a familiar pattern I've tended to try to rethink it. But there are probably more detaily things that I don't even notice. If anyone else has spotted any, let me know, yeah? XD

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Word Find Tag

Catch up p3 - Thanks for the tag, @verkja!

it was also in may my bad XD

My words: dirt, sharp, intricate, and softly

Your words: hidden, health, hold, and hurt

Gently tagging: @yet-another-heathen, @clairelsonao3, @imaginativemind29new, and You, if you want! Have an Open Tag :)

Moving on down the list, next up is Hidden Depths :)

CW for bloody injuries & spoilers lol

Dirt

"Noooo," she moaned. She couldn't see Mieste; he would find out. He would know. "You're bleeding too much. You need to be bandaged," Resh said, and she knew it was true. She could feel the blood running down her back, soaking into her pants. Could see the dark patches of dirt around her where it dripped off. She shook her head anyway.

Sharp

Her vision blurred when Resh raised his head and frantically searched the tunnel ahead of him. She could tell he could barely see through the pain, but his violet eyes, which had dimmed significantly, finally found hers. The look of relief that crossed his face broke her fucking heart. Get up, get up, get up, she chanted in her head, willing Resh to pick himself up, to get out. Carr broke free from her paralysis and clawed desperately at the rubble in front of her, completely ignoring her cracked and splitting fingernails, the sharp edges of rock slicing into her skin. Tears fell unchecked down her face, and she couldn't have cared less. Resh shook his head, and the light in his eyes went out. The whole fucking bluff the tunnel surfaced from rumbled, raining dirt and stone that glanced off Carr's shoulders. She was forced to back away or risk being buried as the rest of the tunnel collapsed, taking Resh with it. Carr covered her face with her bloody hands and wailed.

Intricate

"Ah, ah, none of that, now," Marcus admonished. He moved over to Carr's fisted left hand, pinned to the wall by the vines. Resh watched as more vines forced Carr's hand open, watched as they curled around each individual finger, intertwined in an intricate pattern over his hand, and wrapped around his wrist.  Marcus sliced off the extra length with his dagger. "Now, this should do the trick." Carr's expression was confused; Resh looked at the cage the vines made around Carr's hand with horror. Oh no, oh no, oh no.

Softly

Nykim's footsteps were barely audible as he crossed the room, stopping behind her. She twitched, but he didn't try to touch her again. "I'm sorry," Nykim said softly. Tears pricked her eyes, and a sob lodged in her throat. She swallowed it back, but her chest hurt. Every beat of her fractured heart reminded her of who she was missing. Who she might always be missing.