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@emotionalcadaver wow...what a chapter â¤ď¸. The ending left me lost in thought with Tommy's reaction. My heart completely broke for him đĽ.
Before I get into the heavy emotions of this chapter, and boy were they heavy đ, I need to talk about the fine smut at the beginning đ.
Hot, hot, HOT! These two are just phenomenal together đĽ. I feel I always pick out the smallest of sentences that stand out to me. I don't know why but this one did something to me...âFuck,â he hissed, suddenly pulling back. âFuck, do you want toâŚ?â I think it's the neediness I can hear in his voice when I read it đŠ. âShit, shit, shit, canât hold itââ he grunted, another perfect line from him, I will never, NEVER, get enough of Tommy being unable to hold it in (literallyđ). A horny Tommy will always send me feral. And you wrote their mutual need for eachother just, perfectly! He's the gift that keeps giving, I feel like he was out to reach a world record with her in that scene đ. Merry Christmas indeed! Hun, you need to guide me to the chapter where they first get down to it đ!
"The call came in the morning"...fuck. I wondered how you would write this upcoming part. I love the fact that this is really Lucy and Tommy's story. It revolves around scenes we saw with Tommy, and parts that would be uniquely about him. And this entire part broke my heart as much as It did to see Esme hugging John's dead body. It had just as much emotion and depth in it.
Outside, Small Heath was still asleep. It would only remain like that for maybe a few minutes more. Once the sun cast a few more bright rays onto the cobblestones, the city would rise. Men and women going to work. Children playing and begging in the street. Horses and dogs roaming both the alleyways and roads. How you mapped out this whole part was beautiful, Laur. With Lucy inside taking the dreaded phonecall, we have a small moment of peace with Tommy outside with Asher. I honestly felt like I was with him in that moment, thanks to the beautiful description you gave above. I go back and forth in my head whether I think Tommy is really best back in Watery Lane or up at Arrow House. But I think your writing about him wishing to be anywhere but there perfectly depicts the inner turmoil he's battling with when it comes to him having to face all the problems that comes with being back in Small Heath.
My heart was thumping when Lucy approached him. One, I didn't know how he was gonna react, and two, the way Lucy lovingly comforted him before she broke the news. What an absolutely sublime woman. I mean, from then on until the end of the chapter, her mindfulness to Tommy's pain and needs was incredibly heartwarming. Her soft approach, honestly had me a little teary â¤ď¸.
âIâll stay out here,â Lucy said, once they got to the door and Tommy wrapped his hand around the doorknob. He shot a look that almost seemed a little panicked. âYouâre not coming in?" Gosh, my heart can't take it đ. The panic from him, not wanting to face it alone without his biggest support, gahh... đŠ. But once again, Lucy put her emotions aside, encouraging him to take the moment to say goodbye to his brother with Arthur.
Esme's reaction was as equally as heartbreaking as the entirety of this chapter. I'm so happy you left that part in. But what made my heart flutter was this...As he passed her, he took Lucyâs hand, walking with her to the doors. This subtle gesture from Tommy, told me everything I need to know about how strong their relationship is. That when everything's gone to shit, he doesn't push her out, he leans on her and they get through it together â¤ď¸.
Otherwise the people on the street below would be getting treated to quite the view. I know this is not the time and place but, he could have turned around for a quick sec for us all to have a quick peek đ¤đ!
Bath, love?â she asked, angling her head towards the steaming tub. He glanced over like heâd only just remembered it was there, and nodded. His absent mind from what's going on around him, is a perfect depiction of how deep Tommys sorrow goes. He lost not only his brother, but his brother in arms. They had been through war together. The pain of losing another person to a different kind of war must be soul destroying for him and for Lucy to see.
Alright, I shed a tear. Yep, Brummies dark cold heart was able to cry. I blame your fantastic writing đ. The next part honestly left me a little speechless and breathless. If my heart wasn't thumping enough before, it was literally rattling in my chest after Lucy gave him the reassurance to cry....âItâs okay,â she murmured, and it was as if he were waiting for her permission before the floodgates opened completely, and a strangled sound left his throat. âItâs okay,â she repeated, holding him tighter. Tommy crying is a rare thing, and I don't think we saw a reaction from him like this in the show when John died. But I'm so glad we did here, in the private of his old bedroom with Lucy. It felt incredibly fitting for him to let it all out in front of her. I'm taking this as canon now. Because I'll bet money on Tommy having a moment like this in the series, in private. But he would have been alone, which makes this scene so much more special that he had Lucy with him.
And in her arms, Tommy finally allowed himself to weep. So beautifully written â¤ď¸.
What an incredible chapter, hun! Your writing is a joy to read đ¤Š. I'm so looking forward to reading the chapter tomorrow night. It's like my own little bed time story, I love it â¤ď¸!
Part 21: The Shadow of the Abattoir
Fandom:Â Peaky Blinders
Pairing:Â Tommy Shelby x OC
Summary: Tragedy arrives even faster than they'd anticipated.Â
Word Count: 4,416
Notes:Â Warnings for depictions of smut, minor/canonical character death, blood, injuries, and references to violence.
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Chapter 4: No Peace For You Ever
Right. So.
They may or may not have failed to properly think over the sleeping arrangements before they decided to return back to the Shelbyâs home in Small Heath.Â
In all fairness, theyâd been a little preoccupied.
Lucy watched Charlie cuddle up into the narrow bed shoved in the corner of the all too familiar room. It felt strange to be back in here. She could recall so many nights spent, sneaking up into this very room after dark, her and Tommy plastered up against one another in the tiny bed.
No matter how small both she and Charlie were, though, she doubted all three of them were going to be able to fit. Not without risk of someone getting squished or elbowed in the middle of the night. Â
She probably shouldnât have sold the flat sheâd once had in Small Heath. But after they bought Arrow House, she almost never used it, and if she ever needed to spend the night in Birmingham, she could stay here at the Shelbyâs house or book a room at the Midland Hotel. Â
It didnât really matter one way or another tonight. Neither of her or Tommy were likely to get much sleep. But they were going to need to figure something out for the future.Â
Who knows how long they would be here for.Â
âGoodnight, Charlie,â she said to the sleepy boy, pressing a kiss to his brow. âSweet dreams. Merry Christmas.â
âMerry Christmas, Lucy,â he chirped sweetly. She smiled at her boy, giving him a fond ruffle of his hair before stepping away so that Tommy could perch on the edge of the bed and say goodnight. âIâm going to run to the loo,â she mumbled into his ear. He nodded, and with one last kiss blown to Charlie, she slipped out the door and down the hall to the tiny washroom.Â
Hands bracing on the edge of the sinkâs basin, she stared for a long time at herself in the mirror. She looked horrid: a couple faint blood stains still present along her jaw and one of her cheekbones. Dark circles under her eyes. Curly red hair even more unruly than usual, makeup smudged and making her look a little like a raccoon.Â
With a sigh, she turned on the water, splashing it on her face, scrubbing away the remnants of her eyeliner and any more lingering blood on her skin. There was a bathtub in the room, but she was frankly too tired to put in the work to get it filled and bathe properly at the moment.Â
Maybe later.Â
A soft knock at the door roused her, and she realized that sheâd just been standing there for who knows how long, staring numbly at her own reflection.Â
She opened the door to find Tommy there, coat off and rubbing at the back of his neck. Â
âHey. You need to come in?â
He shook his head, even as he stepped into the tiny space with her and closed the door. âJust wanted to splash some water on my face.â
Lucy nodded, stepping back to give him room in front of the sink, watching him rub cold handfuls of water onto his face and neck.Â
âYou missed a spot there,â she said, indicating a strike of blood near his left ear. He turned his head to the side, examining the spot in the mirror before washing the crimson away.
âThanks.â
âWeâre going to have to sort out sleeping arrangements. Especially if we end up being here for a long time. No way all three of us can fit in that tiny bed. And no,â she poked him in the chest when he turned around, âyou will not be sleeping on the floor.â
His lips quirked up, hands landing on her waist. âI donât think everyone will stay here. Weâll have to see. You and I might be able to take one of the other bedrooms if they donât.â
âI suppose we just have to wait now, donât we?â she rested both hands on his chest. âHope everyone gets here on time.â
âYeah,â his thumbs rubbed circles into her hips. When she looked up, he was staring at her with a funny expression on his face.Â
âWhat?â
His hands tightened against her waist. âCâmere.â
She couldnât fully contain the giggle that left her when Tommy pulled her flush against him and kissed her. Arms winding around his neck, she pulled him tighter to her, mouth parting against his. With a groan, Tommy suddenly picked her up, spinning them around and propping her up against the small counter top. Lucy gasped, kisses growing deeper as her legs dropped apart so he could slot himself between them.Â
âFuck,â he hissed, suddenly pulling back. âFuck, do you want toâŚ?â
âYes,â she replied immediately, as if her hands currently sliding up under his shirt werenât answer enough. He moaned lowly, kissing her again, fingers fumbling at the fastenings of her trousers. He stepped back just enough to pull them down along with her knickers, and then he was between them again, huge hand sliding up her thigh.Â
Lucy sighed, eyes closing blissfully as his fingers teased her entrance while his mouth moved to brush and suck against the most sensitive part of her neck. Â
âTommy,â she said, and he chuckled softly when she reached down and grabbed a handful of his ass, squeezing him through the layers of his trousers, urging him closer until she could feel his growing bulge rub against her.Â
In retaliation, he slipped two fingers inside her, crooking them and beginning to work her over with quick pumps while his thumb circled her clit.
With a small whimper, she undid his belt and slipped her hand into his trousers, Tommyâs mouth pressed to hers again, and they both moaned when she wrapped her fingers around his hardening length, stroking him with movements that matched the pace of his fingers inside her.
âPlease,â she half begged. She was plenty wet, and they both knew that they couldnât take too long. Other members of the family might arrive soon. Or Charlie could wake up and go looking for them.  Â
Tommy cupped the side of her head, fingers dipping gently into her hair while he kissed her. She whined softly when he drew his fingers out of her, but then he was hooking both her thighs over his hips, his cock nudging at her entrance.
âMmâŚâ she looped both arms around his neck, burying her face in his neck while he eased himself slowly inside of her, large cock stretching her wide as it pushed deeper into her. Tommy growled, hand that had guided himself in resting on her hip, helping to keep her in place as he pushed forward until he bottomed out. Â
His lips pressed to the side of her head, nuzzling in silent request until she lifted her face so he could kiss her again, both of them breathing deep and heavy as he slowly started to move in and out of her.Â
âTommy,â she grabbed at his shoulders, pushing her hips forward to meet each of his thrusts. He groaned in reaction to his name on her lips, kissing her harder, pressing himself near flush against her as he did.Â
By this time tomorrow, she had no doubt that it would be a madhouse. There would likely be shouting and screaming. Someone might even try to pull a gun or a razor. The house would be filled with people who despised them, united again only because of their shared desire not to be slaughtered.Â
But for now, it was just them.
Tommyâs thrusts picked up in pace, his head dropping down into her shoulder, pushing aside the fabric of her shirt to kiss the skin there. One of his hands cupped her breast, squeezing and running a thumb across her clothed nipple. She grabbed at his hair, head falling back as she moaned, teeth clenching to try to keep it somewhat contained. He felt so good, hitting all the spots inside of her that made her see stars with every stroke, knowing exactly where to touch her to have her crying out his name in seconds.Â
She clenched tight around him, feeling herself starting to get close. Tommy made a pained sound, cock twitching.
âFuck, sweetheart, too goodâŚâ he was kissing her neck again, tongue sliding across the spot just under her ear that made her shiver and squeeze unintentionally even tighter around him.
He was plowing into her so fast that if the counter hadnât been bolted down, it likely would have been rattling against the wall. His cock throbbed inside her, sliding right up against her g-spot with each stroke, her walls pulsing around him desperately. Lucy ran her fingertips tenderly through his dark hair, down his strong back until she was gripping one of his biceps, the muscle flexing under her palm. Â
âShit, shit, shit, canât hold itââ he grunted, and a moment later he was coming hard inside her. His hips continued to thrust, prolonging it until he started to soften and he pulled out. Before she could even begin to lament the loss of him inside her, he was on his knees, face burying in her cunt and eating hungrily.Â
She cried out, half in surprise and half in pleasure at the first swipe of his tongue across her folds, hand flying into his hair, steering him by it. Tommy purred in approval, burying his face even deeper into her as he let her guide him, tongue teasing her clit and fingers gathering up his seed where it was starting to seep out of her, fucking it back into her. He moaned at the combined taste of them on his tongue.Â
âFuckkkkâŚâ sheâd already been on the edge when he came, and it took but a few pumps of his fingers and well-timed swipes of his tongue to have her tumbling into bliss, coming hard on his mouth. But Tommy didnât stop, instead lapping up everything she had to offer, fingers still moving inside her, and her eyes widened at the realization that, even with the aftershocks of her orgasm still running through her, he was going to make her come again.
A strangled sound uttered from her lips, head tipping back and muscles tensing with another climax that made her head spin, latching tightly onto both Tommyâs head and the counter for stability as it shot through her.Â
Tommy continued to lap lazily at her, cleaning her with long strokes of his tongue, but when his movements started to pick back up again, she winced and pushed gently at his head.Â
âNo more,â she gasped out, inner thighs still twitching with sensitivity from the two previous climaxes. âToo sensitive.â
He leaned back, wiping his mouth and looking quite pleased with himself as he stood, hands skimming up and down her sides and forehead dropping against hers. Lucy hummed, hugging his shoulders and nuzzling closer. Tommy touched her cheek, then kissed her.Â
âMerry Christmas,â he said, in a soft, quiet voice. She let out a breathless laugh.
âMerry Christmas to you too.â
â â â
The call came in the morning.Â
The sun was already rising slowly from behind the horizon. Tommy had gotten a fire going in the hearth in the kitchen downstairs, and was just setting about making some tea for him and Lucy while she ransacked the pantry to see if there was anything good to eat. And then the insistent first shrieks of a phone in the betting shop started up.Â
âIâll get it,â Lucy said, straightening up and heading into the darkened shop before he could argue.Â
âThanks,â he told her, reaching around to pluck up two teacups, setting them down on the table behind him along with some cream and sugar. He could hear Lucy fumbling about, the betting shop still quite dark with all the curtains drawn, and he raised an eyebrow at the sound of a light thunk and Lucy cursing quietly under her breath when she tripped on something. âAlright?â he called to her.Â
âYeah, Iâm fine!â
He snorted a little to himself, shaking his head fondly while removing the kettle from the stove to pour the steaming water into the teacups. Asherâs nails clicked against the floor, coming to stand expectantly beside Tommy with his tail wagging.Â
âWhat, boy?â Tommy asked, reaching around to scratch him behind the ear. âYou need to go out?â
Asherâs tail thumped against the floor, ears pricking with interest.Â
âAlright.â
In the shop, Lucy finally found the phone that was making all the racket and picked it up.Â
âHello?â
âLuce, Iâm taking Asher out,â he called to her. She was a little hard to make out in the dark shop, but he was able to see her head bob in an acknowledging nod. âCome on, boy,â he urged, opening the back door and watching the dog bound out and about, sniffing around.Â
Outside, Small Heath was still asleep. It would only remain like that for maybe a few minutes more. Once the sun cast a few more bright rays onto the cobblestones, the city would rise. Men and women going to work. Children playing and begging in the street. Horses and dogs roaming both the alleyways and roads. Â
Pinching at his brow, Tommy closed his eyes against the city heâd once dreamed of leaving, first as a child, then as a young man. Heâd long ago accepted that he probably would never be able to escape Small Heath. But this past year, heâd been able to distance himself from it. At least slightly.Â
And yet here he was, back home. Called back to the bowels of hell with nowhere else to turn.Â
Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest against the chill in the morning air, he watched Asher raise his leg and piss on a corner of a wall. Once the dog was done, Tommy whistled, once, and he came immediately trotting over, tongue falling from his mouth and tail wagging. Tommy stroked his head absentmindedly, ushering him back in and shutting the door.Â
Sniffing, knuckles brushing along his nose, he returned to the kitchen to find Lucy standing there, face pale and hands fiddling with the simple golden rings she was wearing.
âLuce?â
âTommy, loveâŚâ she took a tentative step forward, reaching out to him and grasping both of his arms. Her grip was tight. As if she were afraid that he would disappear if she didnât cling to him hard enough. Immediately, his heart dropped, dread filling his chest, like a sinking ship steadily filling with water.
âWhatâs happened?â
Her wide green eyes looked at him sadly, wetting her lips once. âTommy, sweetheart, Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry.â
She took a deep breath, and Tommy braced himself, for a moment worried he might bend over and vomit all over both of their shoes with the way his stomach had tied itself into knots. As if sensing this, her hands squeezed him even tighter. A reminder that he clung to that she was there.Â
If the news that she was about to deliver caused him to break, sheâd hold him together.Â
Her green eyes were sad, but steady. Prepared for exactly that, if need be.Â
His hands folded around her forearms, holding onto her in preparation.Â
âTell me.â
Lucy took a deep breath, and began. âChangrettaâs men attacked John and Esmeâs house this morning. Michael was there. Heâs wounded. Esmeâs already called an ambulance that is going to take him to the hospital,â she hesitated, stuttering a little around the last part before actually being able to bring herself to say it. Though Tommy already knew what was coming the second after the first sentence of her report had left her lips.
âJohn is dead.â
â â â
Pale blue light illuminated the double doors that led into the mortuary. There was something ominous about those doors. As if passing through them would lead you to the place between life and death. The acrid smell of chemicals permeated through the hall, growing stronger with each step they took. The chemicals they used to preserve bodies for burial.Â
There would be no need for that for John. He would not be buried, and they would not wait long enough so that his body would have time to sour before they lit his pyre.Â
The glass on the doors was frosted, making it hard to see what was going on inside save for a few darkened shapes moving about. It was cold. Like being stuck in a freezer.Â
They came there straight from the hospital. Theyâd beaten the ambulance, and when it arrived they escorted Michael on his stretcher through the halls to a room. Blood was gushing from bullet wounds in his torso, and his teeth had been gritted, trying not to make too much noise or writhe in pain. It was a battle he ultimately lost, back arching and hands balling up into fists while strangled sounds burbled from his throat.Â
Polly had been there, remaining at her sonâs side save for one moment when she screamed at Tommy that she wanted men who were former soldiers guarding Michael while he recovered.Â
If he recovered.Â
But Lucy had felt bad for her. Differences between them aside, no mother should have to go through what Polly was experiencing. Especially not when they had already lost one child.Â
She looked so unlike how Lucy was used to seeing her; half mad in the eyes and with tears streaming down her face while it crumpled. Terror set in the shape of her mouth.Â
Ada had come to look after her, and it was her who told them that Arthur was already at the mortuary, with John.Â
What was left of John, anyway. From what Michael had told them through gritted, bloody teeth, it sounded as though he was more bullet holes than person, now.Â
âIâll stay out here,â Lucy said, once they got to the door and Tommy wrapped his hand around the doorknob. He shot a look that almost seemed a little panicked. Â
âYouâre not coming in?â
With a sad half smile, she touched his shoulder. âYou and Arthur should have a moment alone with him.âÂ
It was no secret she and John hadnât exactly gotten along. Especially after the whole mess with Angel Changretta had gotten Grace killed. But still, he was Tommyâs brother. And it hurt her to see Tommy look so lost and torn up over his death.Â
She squeezed his shoulder. âIâll be right out here.â
Tommy wiped at his mouth, looking to the doors that led into the gloomy, dimly lit room. âRight.â
She sent him on his way with a quick kiss to the cheek, sighing and leaning against the wall by the doors, lighting a cigarette while she waited. Two men came out, one a policeman and the other a mortician of some kind, neither making direct eye contact as they walked passed.Â
She heard the sounds of something being thrown or knocked over inside the mortuary, but other than that, it was quiet. Tilting her head back against the cool tile wall, she looked up at the ceiling.Â
Already, one of them was gone. How many more would die before this vendetta was done?
The door at the end of the hall, leading to the outside, blew open, and a small figure with tangled hair and wild eyes charged at her.Â
âWhere is he!?â Esme demanded.Â
âEsmeââ Lucy started, moving to block the door, catching her by the shoulders.
âIs he in there!?â she demanded, wrestling against Lucyâs grip. Her dark makeup around her eyes was smeared, face contracting with a look of grief even as she tried to fight against her.Â
âEsme, stop, waitââ Lucy didnât want to hurt her, and that was ultimately what allowed Esme to wrench herself out of her grasp and blow through the doors before Lucy could stop her.Â
Lucy hurried after her, into a room containing a row of slabs, a little medical table containing autopsy tools at the end of each one. John was not the only body being housed there; other corpses lay out on the slabs, waiting to be cut open by the coroner or identified by family members. Â
John was lying on the second slab from the right side of the room. Still. A cloth, half red with blood soaked up from the wounds in his stomach, was laid out across the bottom half of his body starting from his waist. His shirt was open, revealing his bloody abdomen riddled with holes. His eyes were closed. Â
âYou cunt!â Esme started to scream, raging and sobbing in equal measure. Tommy turned at the sound of her voice and caught her when she charged at him, pulling her to his chest in a hug. Esme collapsed against him almost instantly with a sob. She remained there for only a moment before she pushed away from him, staring at Johnâs body with nothing but agony written across her face.
âLeave me with him,â she requested, in a quiet voice. Tommy nodded, gesturing for Arthur to follow him out. As he passed her, he took Lucyâs hand, walking with her to the doors.  Â
â â â
The fire crackled and popped in the hearth, steam rising from the bathtub in the center of the room. Charlie was still asleep, snuggled in warmly under the quilt, passed out cold after being up for a good part of the night. Â
Lucy toweled off her wet hair. Sheâd taken a bath first, scrubbing off the dirt, sweat, and any lingering blood from her skin quickly, giving a hasty wash to her hair before jumping out and getting dressed in fresh trousers and a button down shirt, replacing the dirtied, lukewarm bathwater with hot, clean water for Tommy.
Heâd come up just as she was finished filling the bath for him, having been busy downstairs coordinating with Charlie Strong, Johnny Dogs, and Finn, who were all already arrived at the house, helping to prepare things for the family meeting that would take place as soon as everyone had gathered.
He had undressed in silence, and she watched him nervously where he was standing naked in front of the window, broad, strong back to her. Good thing that the drapes were still closed. Otherwise the people on the street below would be getting treated to quite the view. Â
He had said barely a single word since theyâd gotten back from the mortuary.  Â
She wished that they could take a moment to rest. That she could pull him into bed or some quiet little place and just hold him. Comfort him. Misery seemed to practically radiate off of him, and she found herself feeling helpless as to how to make it better.
âTommy?â she asked, timidly. He didnât seem to have heard her, so she approached him slowly, like she would a skittish animal. âTom?â she touched his shoulder gently, and he finally turned to her, expression vacant.
âHm?â
âBath, love?â she asked, angling her head towards the steaming tub. He glanced over like heâd only just remembered it was there, and nodded.Â
âRight.âÂ
She backed off a little, going to pull on her waistcoat while she watched him sink into the warm water. He lit a cigarette for himself, water sloshing as he leaned back in the tub. Â
Finished buttoning herself up, she went to kneel behind him by his head, arms wrapping around his bare, damp shoulders, face tucking into his neck, kissing him just beneath the ear. Tommy sighed, hand not occupied with his cigarette settling on her forearms, rubbing absentmindedly. His head tipped back, until it was practically resting on her shoulder.
âIâm so sorry,â though her voice was quiet, it felt loud as a thunderclap in the otherwise quiet of the room. Tommy shook his head, turning to press a small kiss to her arm.  Â
Soonâtoo soonâfor her liking, a knock sounded at the door, Finn announcing from the other side that everyone was gathered downstairs.Â
âRight, justâŚgive us a few minutes, Finn,â she called over her shoulder. Tommy leaned forward, rubbing at his eyes, finishing his cigarette and tossing it into the bathwater before rising. He took the towel that Lucy offered him, drying himself off and moving to the chest of drawers to pull out some clean clothes. She finished dressing, keeping an anxious eye on him as she did.Â
âTommy,â she said softly, stopping him before he could go to the door after heâd pulled on his coat. Cupping both sides of his face, she angled his head to look at her. His eyes were so sad and miserable, Adamâs apple bobbing as he swallowed in the way she recognized was in an attempt not to cry. âCome here,â she ordered, pulling him close, arms wrapping around him, hand on the back of his head guiding his face to rest in the crook of her neck.Â
Hesitantly, his arms wrapped around her. And then a little more of his weight rested upon her. Not even to tip her over, but enough for her to worry that if she werenât holding onto him, he mightâve crumpled to the floor. The shaved sides of his head prickled her palm as she stroked the back of his head.Â
âItâs okay,â she murmured, and it was as if he were waiting for her permission before the floodgates opened completely, and a strangled sound left his throat. âItâs okay,â she repeated, holding him tighter.        Â
It reminded her of when Grace had died, the sudden deja vu so strong it nearly knocked her over. Except that time she had not been able to hold Tommy together. They had been equally a mess, sobbing into one anotherâs arms in the dark of night. Barely able to keep themselves pulled back from the precipice of going mad with grief.Â
At least this time, she could do more for him.Â
She let him collapse into her, hands holding onto her so tight, it was a wonder it didnât hurt. But still she held him, his face pressed into her neck, body shuddering.Â
Lucy did not let go. She held him together, keeping the broken pieces cinched tight, not allowing them to unravel. Doing all she could to take away the agony threatening to rip him apart.Â
And in her arms, Tommy finally allowed himself to weep.Â
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Work Meets Love.
Pairings: Madara x reader
Warnings: 18+ not for minors. Slight degradation. NSFW. 100% Smut. Slight fluff. Overstimulation. Mentions of pee
You woke up to the sound of light rain hitting the window of the large office space. Wrapped in a black and white throw blanket comfortably sitting in Madaraâs lap, your legs dangled on each side of his work chair, arms loosely wrapped around his abdomen while your head rest on his chest. You initially came here to cuddle for a little, snuggling into him while he worked on some important documents regarding the establishment of the Kage summits that would be taking place more often, to maintain peace amongst different villages.
The rise and fall of his warm chest lulled you into a nap you didnât intend to take, but you had no willpower to fight the inviting slumber, Madara not having the heart to wake you up either, a smile pulling at his lips as he watched you rest. Madara worked more often than he took breaks, leaving you lonely most of the time. After voicing out your mutual need for affection and attention, you were both able to work out a way to cater to each other. One of solutions being that youâd get to cuddle with him while he worked in his office, as long as you promised to stay quite and be good. No trying to get off on him like you usually enjoyed, or else youâd be sent away to await a long and hard punishment as soon as he finished his work.
His chin lightly rest on top of your head, hands flipping through stacks of paperwork, peacefully signing away, the weight and warmth of your body against his own calming, helping him think through a couple of problems that were recently brought to his attention at the previous Kage summit. He lifted his chin as you lifted your head, instinctively pausing at what he was doing so you could get comfortable again. You shifted in his lap to try and find a cozier position, bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck, placing a few kisses on his cheek before nuzzling your head into his neck. Once your shifting had stopped Madara was able to go back to his working, careful about not being to loud with the papers on his desk so as to not wake you up. Even though he gave you specific instructions to not fall asleep on him while he was working, you obviously ignored them, which Madara thought heâd remember for later, but for now heâd leave you to your nap, seeing that you werenât as distracting this way.
The small smile on his face from your kisses was gradually replaced with his serious work face again as he went back to reading and signing the documents. A few minutes later you shifted again, a minute later again, until your constant movements began to bother him. Your eyes slowly opened, your hips still shifting in his lap, realizing that you needed to go pee. You whined, deeply annoyed at the inconvenience of having a bladder. You reluctantly pushed yourself off of him, stopped by the large hands on your waist. You looked at him, your eyes half lidded as you attempted to shuffle off again, still being held in place by the strong hands on your waist. âHey sleepy headâ, he teased, pulling you closer to his chest to embrace you. âI need to pee!â, you whined out, voice muffled as he held your head down onto his shoulder, drowning you in his loving embrace. âBaby, I thought we agreed you were only to come cuddle for an hour twice a day?â, he musingly questioned. âYouâve been here for nearly two and half hoursâ. âIâm just really tiredâŚand I miss you too much. I didnât want to nap by myselfâ, you sleepily responded. âI need to peeâ, you repeated, trying to break away from the embrace you couldnât fully enjoy while being so pressed. âBut baby I missed you tooâ, he said, holding you tighter as he planted small kisses on your cheek. âMadaraâ, you warned, a hint of mischief in his smile as you finally managed to lift your head up to look at him. âI need to go pee right now. Please let goâ, your voice a little louder , growing slightly impatient. He leaned in closer to you, placing his a hand at the back of your head before pushing you in for kiss. You whined in his mouth, hands flat against his chest desperately trying to pull away. His arm snaked around your lower back, keeping you flush against him while the other kept your head in place, his mouth ravishing your own in a passionate kiss. The sound of the rain was much louder now, the pattering at the window coaxing you to pee all the more. You whined again before Madara finally broke the kiss, his lips slightly parted to catch his breath, loosening his hold on you. You were able to shuffle back and swing one leg off him to stand, the blanket dropping to the floor. Just as you turned your back to him his hands found their way to your hips again, pulling you back down to ungracefully plop onto his lap. He pushed you slightly forward, adjusting you so you sat on only one of his thighs, your crotch resting against the fabric of his pants. âMadara, Iâm really going to pee, you need to stop!â, you warned, the tone of your voice serious, knowing exactly what he was up to. âStop what?â, he teased. You couldnât believe he was taking this as a joke. He slowly pushed his thigh up, keeping you firmly planted against it as his hand gripped your waist, moving you back and forth as he repeatedly pushed his thigh up into you, forcing you to ride him. The only thing between you and his thigh was the thin, black lacy underwear you wore, underneath the baggy shirt you borrowed from your husband. That didnât help your situation at all! The pressure you felt on your clit mercilessly poking at your bladder. âMadara pleaseâ, you whimpered, knowing you stood little to no chance against his actions before youâd pee. Your husband simply ignored all your pleading. He pulled you back against his chest before spreading your legs wide with his own. His hand reached in between your legs, pulling out another desperate plea from you as his middle finger pushed against your clit through the the thin material covering your forbidden fruit. You felt your bladder about to explode, not sure if you could hold it any longer as Madaraâs finger stroked your clit. âDo you think you can hold it in a litt- â, but you finally let go, unable to hold it in , you finally let go, making a mess all over Madara. He felt the warmth of your pee quickly spread all over his lap, completely soaking him. He sat in complete silence, the sight of you peeing on him making his dick twitch in his pants. He should do this more often.
âFuck babyâ, he whispered directly into your ear. âLook at the mess you made. Peeing all over me. How filthyâ. You couldnât see the sly grin planted on his face as he spoke. Looking down in utter shame you apologized,âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to itâs just th- mmm!â, he cut you off in a kiss. His hands lifted the shirt you wore up, quickly pulling it up over your head, leaving your upper body bare. He infused chakra into his hand, damaging the fabric of your underwear easily enough to rip it right off of you, leaving you naked on top of him. His lips immediately returned to yours, one hand cupping your boob while the other possessively cupped your naked pussy. He ran his tongue along your lips, demanding entrance as two long and slender fingers stroked between your other lips, forcing you to open up for him with a moan. His tongue explored your mouth, swallowing all your moans. His fingers stimulating your clit in quick and rough strokes, flicking on the little nub to bring you closer to your orgasm much too fast. You couldnât stop moaning into the heated kiss that threatened to burn you as he brought you closer to heaven, pinching and pulling at your sensitive nipple. You braced yourself, feeling the first wave of pleasure tower you like a tsunami about to wreck an entire city, when his fingers suddenly stopped, immediately snatching your orgasm away from you. âNooo pleaseâ, you reached one hand up to bury it in his thick black hair, your other gripping his forearm as you desperately tried not to bring your hands to your pussy to finish the job. Kami help you if you ever dared to give yourself an orgasm after he denied you one. You whimpered, not looking forward to being edged tonight.
He totally ignored you, his hand lightly slapping your wet pussy, causing you to whine at each slap, before tilting your head up so he could kiss you again. You were way too lost in the kiss, Madara groaning into it as he slipped two fingers into your heat, remembering how good this would feel on his dick, your tight pussy swallowing him in. His fingers immediately setting to a slow and steady pace, curling as they stroked your g spot. As much as he lived for tongue fucking you, he broke away from the kiss only to hear the pretty sounds you made as he slowly finger fucked you. His other hand joined the assault, two fingers spreading your lips apart as his thumb came up to massage the little nub. You moan aloud, almost screaming as he introduced you to shocks and jolts of intense pleasure. âFuck yes baby, is daddy making you feel so good?â, his voice much deeper as he groaned into your ear, his dick pressing against your ass as you squirmed on his lap, enjoying the pleasure he was blessing you with. âAnswer me!â, he growled this time, startling you to respond, âYes! Aaahhh, ooohhh fuck daddy! That feels soâŚ.aaahhhhh! Please donât stop!â, you pleaded, nearing an orgasm you knew was about to destroy you. You screamed as he added more pressure to everything, generously stimulating you to a shuddering, drooling mess before he stopped. You let out a high pitched whine at the loss of his fingers, all stimulation stopping at once. You bucked and squirmed in his lap. You couldnât even babble any words, having to wait for the pleasure to subside before you could complain once again. âWhy would you stop!â, you were finally able to cry out. Madara kissed the tears flowing down your cheeks, bringing both his hands up to massage your breasts, his second favorite part of your body. The first being your ass, he swore the sight of your ass jiggling as he pounded into you would be the death of him. Especially when he fucked you in front of a mirror and he got to see your boobs bounce and ass jiggle at the same time, prepare the funeral because you stole his fucking heart with how gorgeous you were. He never lasted too long when he fucked you like that. You strained your neck to look him in the eye. He looked back at you, relishing in the intense eye contact as he rolled your pretty brown nipples between his fingers. âPlease, can I c-cum. Please daddyâ, you sniffled, hoping that he would sympathize if he saw the needy look in your dark brown eyes. His heart fluttered when you called him daddy. Having a beautiful and strong, young woman like yourself totally submit to him definitely boosting his ego. But unfortunately for you he was the in the mood to make you cry tonight. Especially since you interrupted his work with your cute self.
âGive me one good reason to let you cum and Iâll gladly make you squirt all over my lap my loveâ, he said, trailing his hands back down to your pussy. You stuttered as his fingers took their position again. Two thick fingers sinking into you, the other hand spreading your lips apart as his thumb pushed up against your sensitive clit making you throw your head back, a long whimper leaving your lips. You were so beautiful like this, completely submitting to him without him even having to ask for it. âLet me know when youâre ready to answerâ, he spoke before lowering his head to latch onto your nipple, his warm tongue flicking around it before he started sucking. His thumb began massaging your throbbing clit again, his fingers curling has they repeatedly stroked your g spot, the tantalizing actions leaving you a whiny mess. âI n-need t- to⌠to.. cum d-daddy pleeeaaseeâ, you cried out, trying your very best to keep up with such blissful cruelty. âWhy?â, he breathed out, your sweet sweet nipple leaving his mouth with a pop, his hot breath fanning over it. âBecause! I..I-Iâm daddies angel, oooooh fu- aaahhhh!â, you tried your best to answer. âMy sweet baby, of course thatâs true, but did you forget that falling asleep here in my arms while Iâm working is against the rules?â, he spoke loud over your cries, unrelenting in the way he lovingly stimulated your private parts. You broke down, your juices adding to the mess you made earlier on as you neared your orgasm. Your piercing cries were slightly muffled by the rain pouring outside as you came closer and closer, body shaking and drool falling down your chin as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Madara watched his wife convulse in his lap, the erotic sight proving to be too much for him at the feel of his painful erection straining against his pants. A soft moan left his mouth, completely inaudible to your ears, your body violently shaking as you finally came, Madara trying hard to continue stimulating you through it. He wouldnât stop until youâd let it all out. Even if he was mercilessly over stimulating you he didnât care because you asked for this anyway. You couldnât handle the orgasm that possessed you, the vice grip on your husbands hair forcing a deep warning growl out of him. He knew you probably wouldnât hear him because of how far gone you were, his big hand cupping your pussy as you came, preventing you from squirting all over the place, creating a little puddle in his hand until you were finally done.
âShhh, babyâŚI know, youâre fine. Just breathe. You need to relaxâ, he whispered in your ear, his arm wrapped around your waist and his hand running up and down your tummy, holding you flush against his warmth, slowly bringing you back down to earth. âLook at all this mess you made, my angel. You and I both need a shower donât you think?â. âMmmhmmmâ, you hummed in response. Basking in the glow of your orgasm. âDonât worry, Iâll take care of you. Letâs get you all cleaned up my loveâ, he spoke, standing up with you in his arms. You clung onto him as he carried you to the bathroom. You were ready to spend the rest of the night making long and hot sweet love.
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BnHA Chapter 299: No Chains Left
Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all âand then AFO broke out all of the inmates from six other prisons and took a nap. well anyways, hereâs the hospital angst.â Kacchan woke up two days later and was all, âWAIT BUT HOW ARE DEKU AND TODOROKI AND ALL OF THE OTHER CHARACTERS EXCEPT IIDA DOINGâ and then we cut to Shoutoâs room where the other U.A. kids were sitting around being Mutually Traumatized and giving each other moral support and such. Everyone was alll, â...â, and then the rest of the Todofam showed up, INCLUDING POSSIBLY REI?! which, omg. The chapter ended with Kacchan STOMPING THROUGH THE HALLS all âWHADDYA MEAN DEKU HASNâT WOKEN UP YETâ, dragging along Satou and Mineta behind him, fueled by the power of ALL OF THE FUCKS HE NOW GIVES. He gives so many fucks now you guys. This boy cares so much he can probably deduct it on his taxes.
Today on BnHA: SPEAKING OF PEOPLE WHO GIVE A LOT OF FUCKS, the story cuts abruptly to Hawks, freshly recovering from his near-death experience, and pondering the threads that have weaved the tapestry of his life and led him to this moment. Basically he grew up in poverty with his Jerk Dad and Jerk Mom until his dad got arrested one day and his mom sent him off to go Find Money Or Something, and so he rescued a busload of people and found himself a new career. Back in the present day, Hawks and Jeanist ride around town in Jeanistâs Jamborghini having awkward encounters with civilians in a country on the brink of social collapse, and visiting Hawksâs motherâs home. Hawks is all âI know from an outsiderâs perspective it must look like my life currently sucks, but now that the HPSC is gone, my public image is shot, and my parents are finally out of my life, Iâm actually feeling SURPRISINGLY GOOD.â Anyway so heâs gonna go meet up with Endeavor now, and p.s. this chapter was fucking fantastic though, damn.
oh my god?? is this Hawks narration?? something about him growing up watching the heroes on TV and thinking of them as fictional characters
okay I scrolled down a little bit more to see the rest of that âKeigoâ panel, and wow
this is basically a shed. poor boy definitely grew up rough. let me tell you guys, I came in here ready for some BakuDeku shenanigans; I was not prepared for Hawks Flashback Angst. I AM HERE FOR IT, but also wow I gotta brace myself now lol
HELLO MISTER HAWKSâS JERK DAD, SIR
BnHA sure does have an array of Jerk Dads, doesnât it. makes me appreciate characters like Masaru and JirouDad all the more for bucking the trend
anyway. so Horikoshi, you really thought that one itty bitty chapter of hospital catharsis would be enough to calm us all before you went right back to showing us child abuse huh. my god man can we rest
BABY HAWKS
swear to god this kid canât be more than five or six, and yet he has this completely blank look on his face even with his dad looming over him being all threatening and shit. like heâs shut down his emotions to protect himself. imagine what has to happen to a child for him to have learned this at such a young age. fuck
AND MEANWHILE THIS GUY
donât mingle with humans?? not âotherâ humans, just humans?? what is this implying here?? and also holy shit Hawks definitely didnât inherit his looks from his dad orz
then again he doesnât really bear much of a resemblance to his strung-out mom here either
omg omg omg. and this child is basically trapped here in this environment with these two people. this explains a SHITLOAD about Hawksâs personality though you guys. his ability to completely separate his real thoughts from the face he presents to the outside world. his pragmatic approach to analyzing and solving problems. his layers of emotional walls. turns out almost none of that came from the HPSC training -- that was all learned hands-on in his own personal do-or-die survival nightmare childhood!! oh, boy
and small wonder then that he latched on to Endeavor so strongly if he really is the one who brought down his dad and inadvertently saved him from this. also, just putting this out there, I know people are always talking about him and Dabi being foils, and I think itâs very interesting how Touya grew up in a household where he saw firsthand the dark side of hero society, and so ended up becoming a villain in order to bring it down. whereas young Keigo had almost the exact opposite experience, growing up experiencing the dark side of villain society and becoming a hero in order to bring about a world where no one else has to experience that. just. both of them are so determined not to become their fathers. some interesting parallels there
so Hawks was sort of an accident after his parents had âthanks for helping me not get caught after I killed that guyâ sex, and now this little boy is growing up in squalor and being beaten by his father for things like Sitting In The Wrong Out-Of-The-Way Corner Trying Not To Be A Bother To Anybody. holy fuck. this is so rough to read through you guys
wait so does Jerk Dad have a an eyeball manipulation quirk?? because he doesnât have the wings like his son, but wth are these things??
this presumably also means that Keigo has never been to school or anything either. he basically doesnât exist. he thinks heroes are fictional characters, he doesnât realize that theyâre real people. these are people who could help him if he could escape and find them, but he doesnât know, and they donât know about him
OH MY GOD HEâS JUST SITTING IN HIS CORNER HUGGLING HIS ENDEAVOR PLUSH OH MY GOD
how could this child possibly have an anti-fandom when heâs done NOTHING WRONG HIS ENTIRE LIFE. huh. just explain that to me. lol I mean Iâm not looking to pick a fight with anyone, but also, MAYBE I AM, idk?? this kid has gotten me all riled up lmao
anyways, Protect Keigo 2021, and thank you Horikoshi for these three very terrible pages. I am pleased to inform you that youâve effectively gotten your point across and you may now commence saving this kid already
YAY
oh no, Keigoâs dumbass jerk dad tried to steal a car and the popo nabbed his ass and now his mom canât just sit around neglecting her VERY YOUNG SON all day long, oh horrors. sorry lady my tiny violin is on backorder. just imagine that Iâm playing a very sarcastic song on it for you
anyway so what are you gonna do now, abandon him? I can hardly imagine heâd be worse off, if anything it might be a near-instant improvement
LMAO HEâS ALL âWAIT WHAT ENDEAVORâS A REAL FUCKING DUDE?!â
AND THEY SAY THAT A HERO CAN SAVE US~~~~ IâM NOT GONNA STAND HERE AND WAAAAAIT~~~~~ IâLL HOLD ONTO THE WINGS OF THE EAGLES, WATCH AS WE ALL FLY AWAAAAAAY~~~~
lol what a randomly pivotal moment in his young life. TIME TO GO MAKE THESE MEMES INTO DREAMS YOUNG ONE
anyway so his mom freaked out and grabbed him and they wound up at a train station with her TELLING HIM TO GO GET HER SOME MONEY, oh my god. SURE MOM LEMME JUST WALTZ RIGHT ON DOWN TO THE âJOBS FOR FIVE-YEAR-OLDSâ STORE AND TELL THEM I NEED SOME CASH. ffff manifesting someone to come help him in 3... 2...
...
SIGH, JUST GO RESCUE THE PEOPLE FROM THE BUS, KEIGO. is this the outfit he was wearing when that happened?? it must be, right?? I canât imagine them surviving more than a couple days out here unless this starts getting REALLY dark in a way I know that even Horikoshi wonât explore, so yeah. cut to the HPSC now please. never thought weâd be glad to see them. I mean sure, it may be an âout of the frying pan...â case, but good god
THANK YOU!!
and I guess it was his momâs eyeball quirk then. anyway, whatever, see you again never, hopefully. lol oh man. thaaaat, was upsetting. need to center myself here for a sec. NAMASTE
OH YAY THE PRESENT
so we cut from Baby Hawks Angst straight to Present Day Hawks Angst, huh. not that this exhausted and traumatized lil lad isnât still a baby to me too, Iâll have you know
BEST JEANIST, ALWAYS WITH THE JOKES
âWHEW, THOUGHT YOU DIED ON ME FOR A SEC THERE KID.â lmao. Caleb will no doubt ruin this by making his word choice all stiffly formal as usual, so Iâm just going to treasure this âWOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT, IâM FRESH OUT OF FUCKSâ version of Jeanist while I can
look at him, driving his Jeanistmobile
again, is it any wonder Kacchan was bitching about Endeavorâs dinky little car when he was used to riding around town in style like this. anyone else staring at this panel trying to figure out how this car is somehow secretly made of jeans
NOOOOO
FUCK YOU DABI LMAO. PUTTING THESE VOICE ACTORS OUT OF A JOB ONE BY ONE
anyway so Jeanist is all âGOOD THING ITâS THE FUTURE AND WEâRE SO GOOD AT MEDICAL SCIENCEâ to handwave how Hawks went from one step shy of being a very handsome corpse, to sitting around texting Jeanist in a car all of two days later
OH MY GOD, AND FINALLY AN EXPLANATION FOR THIS
wait a minute. Iâm so confused lmfao. soooo, was Hawks all âanyway, hereâs Jeanistâs dead body, you can examine it but please donât look at him too closely and also Iâm gonna need that back unharmed.â how tf did you pull that off lmao
(ETA: also isnât this technically confirmation of the olâ Noumu Jeanist theory lol. Iâm gonna go ahead and say it is.)
NO BUT PLEASE, CONTINUE. I unironically love reading Horikoshiâs overly convoluted âSEE ITâS NOT A PLOT HOLEâ explanations
lkldslfk so wait, youâre telling me Hawks convinced Dabi and the League to put Jeanistâs body in storage, and basically just hoped they wouldnât use him for any experiments until he could put his plan into action and have the HPSCâs people break in and find and revive him?? WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG. A FOOLPROOF PLAN IF IâVE EVER HEARD ONE
fff this man really asked Jeanist to risk it all to prop up his little cover story, and Jeanist was all âsure why notâ omfg. anyways, thanks for recapping all of this out loud for no particular reason in your car conversation you two
LMAO NOW WHAT
TROUBLE YOU SAY? GOOD THING THE NEW NUMBER ONE HERO IS ON THE JOB THEN
okay no itâs just some random thugs strolling around terrorizing the downtown. fuck âem. so Jeanist is making short work of them now
uh oh
wonât come? not canât, but wonât?? what???
WOW
well I guess that makes the local heroes A BUNCH OF SHITHEADS now doesnât it?? jesus
and okay, serious question, if the cops are spread too thin and the heroes have literally walked out on the job, what exactly is stopping everyone from deciding to use their quirks to defend themselves, legal or not? nothing, as far as I can tell. society just got a hell of a lot more chaotic
anyway so this is an interesting panel here
man, Dabi really did pull it off, didnât he. well anyway so hereâs that better world all of the villains were wanting, you guys! isnât it so great?? everyoneâs terrified and angry and losing hope and society is inches away from collapsing into total anarchy! but hey, at least we exposed the number one hero as a hypocrite
anyway so what are these guys up to
fucking hell, heâs visiting his mom. I really wasnât prepared to commit this much emotional energy towards reading this chapter today. BUT VERY WELL, WE PRESS ON
?? wait sheâs not there?
is this supposed to explain how Dabi knew who Hawks really was? except that thereâs the little matter of how he even know where to find his mother in the first place. feels like weâre still missing something there, but oh well
OH MY GOD
RHA I TAKE BACK EVERY WORD I EVER SPOKE AGAINST YOU. YOU ARE A SCANLATION GROUP FILLED WITH ANGELS LMAO. I WILL TAKE THIS PANEL IN MY HANDS, AND TREASURE IT AND KEEP IT SAFE
ANYWAY, BECAUSE MY TIRED BIRD SONâS LIFE SUCKED SO MUCH ALREADY, IT TURNS OUT HEâS ACTUALLY PLEASED WITH THIS NEW TURN OF EVENTS LOL HOW ABOUT THAT
GOOD FOR YOU BBY. YOU GO OUT THERE AND BE YOUR OWN PERSON
and in all seriousness, I love that identity he chooses -- chooses, because it actually is him making a choice now, possibly for the very first time in his life -- is âguy who helps peopleâ, though. it really is nothing short of miraculous that he held on to that kind of optimism and desire to do good even with everything heâs been through. there were so many times he could have chosen to turn his back on the world in retaliation for the way it treated him. but he didnât!! and here he is now, finally free, and what he wants to do with the rest of his life now is simply to help others. anyway please excuse me for a moment, I need to go find some sort of basket or a big vase to put all of my fresh new Hawks Feels in, pardonne-moi
YEAH BOIIIIII
âFIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS, MISTER JEANIST, WHERE DID YOU FIND YOUSELF THAT SWEETASS CAR.â hey, all Iâm saying is if this boyâs wings really arenât growing back, heâs gonna need to find himself a new means of transportation yâknow?
oh my god you guys itâs a flashback to his mom buying him the Endeavor plushie when he was like two because, and I quote, ALL MIGHT WAS TOO EXPENSIVE
oh my god oh my god. my boy out here with a new lease on life finding hope in the darkest of times
wasnât your throat supposed to be all fucked up lmao. Horikoshi was suddenly all âoh shit the VAs are gonna be pissed at me if I keep this up huhâ
âthatâs why Bubaigawara was such a great guyâ motherfucker IT IS A TERRIBLE DAY FOR RAIN. FORECAST SAID NOTHING ABOUT THIS
:â)
yes maâam. yes indeed. confirmed, I really will straight up fight some motherfuckers for this child. well not really, but YOU KEEP YOUR DISCOURSE OFF MY LAWN AND OUT OF MY BLOG YOU HEAR. THIS IS A HAWKS-FRIENDLY SPACE. WE RESPECT TAKAMI KEIGO IN THESE STREETS
and heâs saying (or is he thinking?? what a weirdly shaped speech bubble this is) that even if what Dabi said about the Todoroki household is true, âIâm not sure itâs the same now.â which happens to be ABSOLUTELY CORRECT. man this whole chapter really is all about saying âfuck the pastâ and moving forward and I am living for it
SON!!!!
âthe first step is at my beginningâ fklkjlk. what an iconic fucking line??
AND HIS WINGS!!!! THEY ACTUALLY ARE GROWING BACK AHHHHHHH. âPUT A RAINCHECK ON THAT CAR, JEANIST-SAN.â THE HAWKSMOBILE CAN WAIT, RIGHT NOW HE HAS TO GO INSERT HIMSELF BACK INTO THE TODODRAMA WHETHER THEY LIKE IT OR NOT
you guys. I came here ready for some BAKUDEKU HOSPITAL ANGST, and I got DIDDLY SHIT of that, and none of my other kids were even in this chapter, but!!! ASK ME IF I CARE LMAO omg. because bird son is hanging with his new best friend, and heâs out here Finding Himself and picking up the pieces and putting them back together stronger than ever because RESILIENCE HAS A NAME, AND ITâS SPELLED H-A-W-K-S, and you guys. profound, my love for this child. holy shit. hey google, play Silence by Marshmello
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Idea for a smut with tom that he's somewhere far off for filming, so you video chat before bed. One day you decide to tease him a bit by wearing something that shows off your boobs but tom being the gentleman he is, tries not to look, maybe you're still in the early stages of dating. But then when you hang up he admits he had to hold himself back from looking at you to which you answer that you did it on purpose. And he's like FUCK and calls you up again to show you how hard you made him andđđ
this concept...ooft. I absolutely love it, thank you so much for sending it my way !!! 2.2k, nsfw; 18+ minors dni!!
âclearing out the askbox: smut editionâ
extended warnings: cyber sex, mutual masturbation.
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As your phone screen buffers and loads the video call, you pull at the top of your tank top, mischievously dragging it down your chest in order to expose some more skin. The moment youâd got the text from your boyfriend, Tom, asking if youâd like to call him, youâd pulled off your bra and slithered into the very tight, very form-fitting top. Youâre resting over the bed now, on your front, and as you check out your reflection in the dark loading screen of your phone, you realise that your objective has been completed: your boobs look great, and you look hot.
You enjoy teasing Tom, love the way he always tries to act like such a gentleman when heâs around you. Youâve only been together a few months, and over the past two weeks that heâs been away on location shooting his new film, youâve had fun stripping down and slipping into a different provocative outfit each night, just to see how far you can push it before he snaps. So far, youâve gotten away with a variety of interesting garments: tight dresses, thin bra straps, no shirt... And yet Tomâs resolve has remained strong as he looks anywhere but your figure, eyes fixed firmly on your face as his cheeks dust red with arousal over the course of each call. You know you have an effect over him, but he isnât allowing himself to show it, which is just testament to his endearing chivalry.
Itâs fun, and you love teasing him like this, but youâve grown fed up with the games. Now, the only objective you have is to push him over the edge, to the point where youâve slipped on this tight top, applied a coat of your favourite lipstick, and greet him with a slightly seductive smirk as the call connects through.
âHey, Tom,â you say, smiling at him.
Your boyfriend looks very handsome tonight. Heâs sitting up against the headboard, wrapped up in an orange and green striped rugby shirt. He looks tired, deep bags hanging beneath his sparkling brown eyes, but as he meets your gaze through the camera, he grins. His entire face springs to life, a wide smile unfurling over his lovely pink lips.
âHi, darling,â Tom replies, accented voice crisp and familiar. You sigh happily as you sit forward a little, your eyes following the lines of his brown curls, heart fluttering in your chest as you see him again. âHow are you?â
For a while, you exchange pleasantries. Tom tells you all about his day on set, talking about the acrobatics involved with swinging around on high wires, and then the topic turns to you and your day. You keep steady eye contact with him, smirking softly every time you reposition and you watch Tom try very, very hard not to look at your bust. The way youâre laying, spread out across the mattress, means the tops of your boobs inhabit the entire lower section of the screen. After a while of watching Tom slowly getting more flustered, you start to play around with the thin strap of the top, enjoying the way he continuously clears his throat and tries, almost painfully, to keep his eyes up on your face.
You have to give it to him: his attempts at preserving your dignity are very valiant and well-mannered. It amuses you to work him up like this, to see very obviously the effect that you have over him as Tom resorts to scratching at his neck and pulling at his hair as he tries to distract himself from looking at your tits. He reaches breaking point about ten minutes in when you sit up straighter and the camera picks up the line of your pebbled nipples, straining against the shirt.
âOh, uh, Y/N, darling, Iâm- Iâm going to have to go,â he mutters. You see him swallow, eyes wide.
âOh, really?â You coo, pouting softly. âHow come?â
Tom shifts around on the bed, managing a very weak smile. âJust remembered I have some, uh, things to do,â he says. âTalk tomorrow?â
You exchange some farewells, and then your heart sinks as Tom disconnects the call and your phone screen falls black. You scowl as you throw yourself back onto the bed, wishing that Tom wasnât so lovely, and respectful, and kind. You love those qualities, and your boyfriend is nothing but incredible towards you, but part of you wishes that you were at that stage in your relationship where you could just cut to the chase and enact your darkest desires over video call, instead of having to try and goad him into releasing his frustrations with you.
After a few moments of contemplation, your phone screen lights up and interrupts your reveries.
Tom <3: were you doing that on purpose
You raise an eyebrow as you reach for your phone, biting your lip as you continue the conversation with him.
Y/N: idk...what are you talking about?
Tom <3: your shirt Tom <3: did you wear it so low on purpose or is it just like that
Y/N: did it on purpose Y/N: cute to see you try not to look at me Y/N: very innocent
You see the message come up with the notification for read, then watch as the text bubble for Tom typing pops up, only to disappear a moment later. Just as your eyebrows start to furrow with confusion, your phone begins to vibrate again, and you smile as you see another incoming video message from Tom. You quickly press accept, then roll onto your back and lay back on your bed, head resting against your pillows as your free hand goes to rest on your lower stomach.
The call connects, and your eyes widen as you take in the sight of your boyfriend, bare-chested now, his hair slightly messier than before. His bright brown eyes are wide as he looks at you, glaring mischievously at you as he licks over his lower lip.
âYou little minx,â he murmurs, narrowing his eyes into slits. âI knew it.â
You just shrug, humming softly. âYouâre cute,â you reply. You waggle your eyebrows as your eyes shamelessly take in the expanse of his naked chest. âAnd hot.â
Tom chuckles. âSo are you,â he returns. Heâs a lot looser now, you realise, his face less a bright red, more a gentle pink. âI had to try so hard not to look at you, didnât want you to think I was being weird.â Tom licks his lips. âIf Iâd known you were doing it on purposeâŚâ He clucks his tongue, and as he sees the lust in your eyes, he adds, âMakes me so fucking hard to see you like this, love.â
Your eyes move over the screen, and you realise you canât see one of Tomâs arms. With an arching eyebrow, you bite your lip.
âShow me?â You ask, softly.
Tom glances at you, seeming to contemplate it for a moment before nodding. âWill you show me?â He asks.
âWhat do you want to see?â
Your boyfriend groans, as if the question brings him unrestricted levels of pleasure. âEverything.â
You chuckle as you nod. âGimme a sec.â
With excited hands, you put the phone down and stand from the bed, making quick work of your jeans as you wriggle out of them. Next to go are your panties, and then the very thin tank top. You settle back on the bed, fully naked, picking up the phone and holding it in front of you. You keep it angled towards your face, but you know heâs able to see the tops of your chest, complete bare now for him.
âSo gorgeous, love,â he murmurs, voice warm and familiar. âLook at what youâve done to me.â
Your throat runs dry as Tom flips the camera on his phone and the image changes. Heâs still laying on his hotel bed, but youâre greeted with the sight of his hand, wrapped in a fist around his hard, leaking cock. The sharp camera picks up the precum leaking from his flushed tip, and you moan softly as you watch him run a thumb over his length, spreading the precum down his length as he goes back to jerking himself off, slow but deliberate, his quiet grunts coming down the line.
âWas that all me?â You reply, captivated as you watch the muscles in his forearm flex. Your cunt clenches, wetness pooling at your entrance as you reminisce on the times youâve spent with his cock in your mouth, or your hand, or buried deep inside you. You let your hand slip down between your legs, fingertips brushing at your cunt and gathering some of your arousal before spreading it up to your clit.
âYes,â Tom replies. His voice is louder now heâs holding the phone closer to his face, and the sound of his tone in such high quality makes you shiver. âShow me, please?â
You continue to rub your clit, teasing your bud with delicate circles as you fumble with your phone and flip the camera too, holding the device above you as you get a shot of your chest. You know he can see your hand between your legs, but the strategic position of your fingers blocks out the sight of your pussy, flushed and wet for him.
âFuck, darling,â Tom groans. âYou look incredible.â
You bite at your lip, shifting around on the bed and angling the phone so he can see your naked chest.
âThanks, Tommy,â you reply. You pause for a moment, breath hitching when you reach down and slip two fingers into your tight heat. As you work yourself open, you look into the camera and speak directly to him. âI feel so empty without you,â you complain, lips rolling into a pout. âWish you were here to fuck me properly.â With a mischievous smirk, you pull the phone further down your body, parting your thighs properly and letting him get a nice, long look at the sight of your fingers fucking your cunt. âIâm so wet for you.â
Your boyfriend whimpers and the sound makes your cunt throb. You keep the phone trained between your legs, but angle it so you can watch the screen, enjoying the sight of Tom stroking himself, his cock red and fully erect. Thereâs something so seductive about getting off together, something very intimate about exposing yourself like this to him, and in return being able to see the power that you hold over him.
âSo pretty, baby,â he says. âI think about your pretty fucking pussy every day. Get off to it with my hand around my cock, just like this. I imagine being inside you, feeling you- fuck, feeling you taking me so well, so tight.â A strangled groan comes up his throat, and you whimper. You readjust your hand so the flat of your thumb hits against your clit, a high forming in the pit of your stomach. âDoes that feel good?â He asks, and you know he can hear the sounds of you fucking your wetness with your fingers. âDo you like showing me your cunt like this?â
You moan, your chest heaving as you curl your fingers up to stimulate your g-spot.
âYes, Tom,â you reply, your voice coming out weak. âLove it.â
âThatâs my girl.â Tomâs tone is high and tight, stretched thin with lust. You see the way his phone shakes as he gets nearer to peaking, his hand moving quickly over his cock. âGonna let me watch you cum, hmm? I want to see you get your fingers wet for me, lovie.â
You moan in response, nodding your head despite him being unable to see him. âFuck,â you whimper, feeling it near. âGonna cum.â
Tom grunts. âGo on,â he encourages, voice raspy. âIâm gonna blow, darling, let me see you. Fuck, pussy looks so sweet. Bet itâs so tight and warm, isnât it? Are you going to let me watch you cum?â
You moan as you peak, warmth spreading out across your centre in powerful waves as you climax with a cry. Your eyes squeeze shut as the intensity of your orgasm takes you off guard, and when youâre able to open them a few moments later, youâre greeted with the sight of Tom cumming. His pretty moans and whines make you shiver, prolonging your high as you watch him peak, white cum shooting from his tip and all across his stomach. Itâs so messy, and frenzied, and itâs all for you.
âFuck, Tom,â you groan, basking in the afterglow. âYouâre so hot.â
After a few moments of his ragged breathing, Tom flips the camera and youâre greeted with his face again. Once youâve done the same, youâre able to look into his eyes, finding comfort in the warm slopes of his lips and the gentle love reflecting from his gaze. You feel closer to him - closer than ever before.
âYouâre stunning,â Tom compliments, causing you to smile at him. âSo beautiful, love.â
You bite at your lip, shrugging almost bashfully. âThank you,â you mutter, using a hand to tame your hair. You wink at him as you relax, slowly recovering your breath. âThat was fun.â
Tom nods, his curly brown hair a mess over his forehead. âIt was,â he agrees. His teeth glint as he smiles at you, wide and proud. âHow about, next time you feel like having some fun, you just come out and tell me?â He suggests.
You grin. âYou mean you didnât enjoy my teasing?â
He chuckles. âOh, believe me, darling, I did.â Tom grins wickedly. âJust I much rather enjoy the sight of you fucking yourself for me.â
You bite your lip, feeling your cunt throb in response to his words.
âSounds good to me.â Your hand creeps back down between your legs, and you look at him slyly. âRound two?â
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take on the world - chapter two
Pairing: Frankie âCatfishâ Morales x Fem!Reader
Word Count:Â 5.8k
Warnings: SMUT (18+), oral (m receiving), protected p in v, alcohol consumption, bad banter, possible typos
Summary: A whirlwind romance takes you by surprise when Frankie rescues you.
A/N: Aaaand hereâs chapter two! I finally decided to work on an outline for this and it made things much smoother so go me! The angst will, unfortunately, come in at some point so enjoy these two while theyâre being hopelessly cute. I hope you all enjoy and you can read it on AO3 here.
CHAPTER ONE | MASTERLIST
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Wednesday rolls around quicker than you thought it would and your work day goes by even faster.
Your walk home is quiet and you enjoy the peaceful atmosphere; it wasnât often that the sidewalks werenât crowded with groups of people trying to get somewhere in a hurry. You were in a blissful state at the idea of seeing Frankie again and nothing was going to change that.
There wasnât much you could compare this feeling to- this feeling you had about Frankie. All of your past relationships were one and done, if you could even call them relationships. A few dates, a hook-up, and usually that was it. Nothing clicked and it was always mutual. Only one guy had gotten further than that but only barely. Heâd managed about 4 dates in total until you realized you were the one carrying the conversations, that you had nothing in common, and the only thing you could remember about him was that he hated fish. Relationships seemed more trouble than they were worth.
None of those feelings were present when you thought about Frankie. So, what was it about him that made you feel so different? So willing to let your guard down?
Was it the fact that he sounded genuinely interested in your thoughts, feelings, and passions? The fact that he was willing to be open about himself and tell you things other than the shallow, on the surface stuff? That you could talk all night and not run out of things to say? There had yet to be any sort of awkward silence between you two- both of you eager to fill the space with something funny or just a random thought, slowly learning one another.
Two dates, dozens of texts and a couple phone calls and you were already falling deep. The phone call only the night before had lasted until 2am, Frankie regaling stories from his army buddies that had you in stitches. It felt too soon to even think about but the thought was there, in the back of your mind. Was this love? Everything about this entire situation was foreign to you but welcome in a way that it usually wasnât.
If this was even close to what falling in love was like, why hadnât you tried sooner? Maybe it was because you hadnât even been trying this time- Frankie had just fallen into your lap, rescued you really, and it felt like some kind of universal sign to try. Except it didnât even feel like trying with him because it all came so natural to you.
It seemed to make the most sense for Frankie to come to your place for dinner that night since he already knew where you lived. Your apartment was thankfully previously cleaned up and you were glad for the chores youâd already taken care of earlier in the week so that was at least one less stressor.
Frankie had called on your lunch break to tell you he was grocery shopping for dinner, asking your opinions on what sounded good and if you had any allergies.
A soft sigh passes through your lips as you push into your apartment, kicking the door closed, tossing your bag on the island in the middle of the kitchen, and all but collapsing on your couch. Nerves were starting to eat at you and you scream loudly into the cushion, your legs thrashing behind you.
It takes a few moments for you to try and collect yourself, your heart still beating quickly from your anxiousness and it slowly starts ebbs away as you breathe deep and the tension releases, your cheek smushed on the couch cushion and you sigh.
âFuck.â
Changing into something more comfortable than the work clothes youâd been in, you pull on a pair of leggings and a sweater. As much of a date this was, you were also in the comfort of your own apartment and werenât about to dress up just to sit on the couch and eat dinner while you watched a movie with Frankie.
You busy yourself with watching YouTube videos on your TV for the next couple of hours, curled under a soft blanket while you wait for a text from Frankie. The distraction was needed because you knew the more time alone with your thoughts, the more time youâd overthink everything and make it worse.
Now time seems to creep slowly, your eyes drifting towards the time on your phone. The nerves are slowly creeping back in and itâs jarring for your phone to start vibrating when it does, your heart beating quickly.
âHey,â you answer, âAre you here?â
Frankie grunts through the speaker and you laugh quietly, âYeah. Do you need to buzz me up? Someone in your lobby is eyeing me weirdly since I canât figure out how to get in and my hands are full of groceries.â
You jump up quickly and head to the buzzer on your door, balancing the phone on your shoulder. âYeah, just push the button for 1202 and Iâll let you in. 12th floor.â
âSee you in a sec,â he tells you and hangs up. The buzzer comes through seconds later and you hit the button in front of you, going to unlock your front door while you wait.
The silence of your apartment suddenly feels stifling and you pull up Spotify on your tv, playing Fleetwood Mac to fill the room. It feels better at least and you slowly start to sway with the music. You wonder what itâs like to dance with him, if he was silly about it or had rhythm in his hips. The smile on your face is probably comical at the thought but a knock breaks you out of your day dream and you rush towards the door, pulling it open quickly to see him smiling.
Your heart squeezes at the sight and you move to the side to let him in, shutting it behind closed and flipping the lock.
âGot enough there?â
Frankieâs arms are laden with bags and you canât figure out what heâs going to be making when he goes to set them on the counter and turns to you. âI sure as hell hope so,â he chuckles, motioning for you.
Itâs easy to fall into his arms. They squeeze tight around you in greeting and you turn your head to place a kiss to his jaw, the one spot youâre now determined to kiss every time you see him. He feels warm and smells great and you dig your nose into his chest, the softness of his t-shirt, and his chest rumbles as he laughs at you.
âYou good there?â His voice is teasing and you mumble an affirmative, not quite ready to let go.
You finally pull back from his embrace to lean against the counter opposite him, kicking his shoe with your bare foot. âGet comfortable while I go through these.â
Frankie rolls his eyes but doesnât say anything while you start to pull out what looks like pizza ingredients. Sauce, pre-made dough, and every topping you could ever imagine.
âIâm guessing you canât really cook,â you turn over your shoulder to look at him now in just his socks with his jacket thrown over a barstool at your kitchen island and he shrugs helplessly.
âWhat makes you say that?â He tries to look indignant but he breaks the facade seconds later. âNot really. I had to call a friend and ask for help and he suggested just ordering pizza so at least this is an upgrade right?â
The thought really is sweet and you nod quickly, hoping to appease the bit of nerves you can see creeping in over his expression.
Frankie tugs his hat off and runs a hand through his hair before readjusting it back on top of his head. Itâs a nervous tick he does and one youâd picked up on at the bar when youâd met him.
âIâve honestly never done this? Like, made pizza before. Have you?â
Frankie shakes his head in reply, âCanât be that hard, can it? Seems pretty easy.â
He shuffles over towards you and pulls the rest of the ingredients out- different types of cheeses, some oil, and a couple spices you donât recognize. Two bottles of wine are in the last bag and you raise your eyebrows until you spot the 6 pack of beer that heâd left by the door.
He looks over everything spread out on the island and turns to you sheepishly. âWell, maybe we should look it up.â
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The pizza doesnât turn out to be all that hard to make and Frankie teases you about your lack of toppings- basic cheese with a few scattered veggies. His is loaded and probably weighs twice as much as yours does but he insists itâs better like that, pinching your ass as you walk away to let them cook.
Your music still plays softly in the background and Frankie collapses on your couch, tugging his hat off and tossing it on the coffee table. You like how comfortable he seems in your place, and you sway softly to the music, just looking at him.
Frankie catches you staring, a curious look in his eye and he laughs. âWhat are you looking at?â
âCome dance with me.â Youâre still slowly moving to the music, the song switching to Tiny Dancer, and you hold your hand out for him with a pleading look. âPlease.â
You watch him hesitate, debating with himself until he pushes up from the couch and takes your hand in his. âI donât really dance,â he tells you, a hand going to your hip while his other clutches yours.
Cautiously, you both move around the small space in your apartment. Itâs careful and quiet, Frankie giving your hip a squeeze. It brings your attention to him and he nudges his nose with yours. âYou know what I was just thinking?â
âHm?â
âThat I havenât kissed you yet. You kiss me where I canât grow facial hair but you wonât kiss my lips.â
Heâs teasing you again and you step on his toe, feigning innocence. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â Your thumb brushes against the spot in question, the skin there smooth.
âShit head,â he mumbles with a deep chuckle. Moving the hand thatâs clutched in yours down to your back, he whirls you around, dipping you low. âYou sure about that?â
âNo.â
Your balance is off and you know youâre going to fall in the next 20 seconds but you surge up anyway, arms wrapping around his neck to find some balance and press your lips to Frankieâs in a slow kiss.
Itâs just what you thought it would be- soft and sweet. His lips a little bit chapped but warm, your hands finding his hair and pulling him in deeper.
The timer for the pizza sounds loudly on your phone, interrupting you, and it catches you both by surprise, Frankieâs arms going slack around you and with your arms around him you bring him down to the floor with you as you both fall in a tangle of limbs, laughing loudly.
âWas that worth it?â You try to catch your breath, poking him in the stomach and he laughs even harder, batting your hands away.
âNot if the pizza burns,â he groans, rolling away from you and getting up to check on the oven.
It takes a second to try and catch your breath so you stay, sprawled out on the floor, turning to watch Frankie pull the pizzas out and turn off the oven. âThey alright? Or do we need to order pizza?â
âCrust looks a little crispy but I think theyâre still edible,â he glances around, looking for you and snickers when he sees you still on the floor. âWhereâs your pizza cutter?â
âDrawer next to the fridge.â
Shuffling around on the floor, you finally stand up and bump Frankie out of your way to grab the bottle opener, pulling the wine bottle closest to you across the counter and popping it open.
âDonât think I didnât notice that 6 pack you brought in here. Go on, I donât expect you to drink wine too,â you nudge him.
Frankie shoots you a grateful look while you bring the cut pizzas to the coffee table and sit on the floor, legs crossed and leaning back against the couch.
âYou donât wanna sit on the couch?â Heâs looking at you strangely, but you shrug.
âI like the floor but you can sit up there if you want.â
He takes a seat next to you and you both dig in.
Watching him try to eat his massive pizza is hilarious- making you laugh so hard you almost snort, the drink of wine a bad choice as it threatens to come back up through your nose.
âI didnât know your mouth could go so wide,â you manage to choke out, coughing to try and clear your throat from your laugh.
Frankie almost chokes himself at your bad joke, dropping the slice on the plate and chugging down his beer to try and breathe.
âWeâre a fucking mess.â ---
Youâre rinsing the dishes while Frankie loads the dishwasher, a solid system set up, because despite your protests that youâd just do it yourself, Frankie insisted that he help.
âI think I might have ice cream if you wanna share some,â you offer the dish towel to him after drying your hands. He waves you off, running his palms over the thighs of his jeans with a cheeky smile and you roll your eyes.
âDepends on the flavor,â he tells you as if your response is make it or break it.
Cookie dough is apparently an acceptable flavor so you share a bowl on the couch while you try to explain to Frankie that the new Jurassic World movies are trash.
âItâs just a cash grab!â You explain, pointing your spoon at him. âAnd sure, the second and third Jurassic Park movies arenât great, but theyâre at least better than these new ones. I canât believe theyâre making sequels.â
âThe effects are good though, you canât deny that,â he insists, grabbing a spoonful of the ice cream and shoveling into his mouth.
âYeah, yeah. Thatâs not the point. The story isnât good and that is the point and makes it not worth watching. Even if I do like Bryce Dallas Howard.â You pause, thinking for a second. âBut I do now suddenly remember that Jeff Goldblum is gonna be in the next one so maybe.â
You eat the last bit of the cookie dough left in the bowl and set it on the coffee table, licking your spoon clean and dropping it inside.
Frankieâs eyes are trained on you and you touch your cheek, wondering if youâve got left over pizza sauce on you. âHave I got something on my face?â
Nodding, Frankie drops his spoon in next to yours and leans forward. âJust a little ice cream here.â Heâs close, just a breath away, and his mouth presses in towards the corner of your lips, his tongue darting out to lick there and you gasp, turning your face into his to press your lips together.
The kiss starts a chain of events that make your head spin. Frankie wastes no time pulling you into his lap, his hands settling around your hips. Your arms loop around his neck, hands finding his hair and tugging as his teeth nip at your bottom lip. The kiss is all tongue and teeth this time, licking into each otherâs mouths. The faint taste of vanilla from the ice cream is there and it makes you smile against this lips, breaking the kiss to try and catch your breath.
Youâre suddenly thankful youâd only pulled on leggings for the night, the heat between your legs easily finding his growing erection behind his jeans and you press down, seeking friction.
His lips move down your neck and Frankie pulls at the shoulder of your sweater to kiss across the skin there, teeth sinking in and sucking harshly. You know there will be a dark mark there come morning and a moan bubbles up in your throat at the harsh contact and you swallow it down, self conscious. Youâd once been teased about the noises you made and you didnât want anything to stop the delicious feeling you were experiencing with Frankie if he didnât like them either.
You pull his mouth away from your shoulder, tipping his chin up to look at you. His dark eyes are blown wide, his mouth wet, and hair a mess. Itâd been only a few minutes and already Frankie looks entirely debauched- and in your opinion, never looked sexier. âYouâre so fucking hot,â you tell him, running a hand down his jaw, across his chest, down to the button of his jeans.
âBedroom,â he chokes out as you palm him through the denim while you fiddle with the button there. âWe should- bedroom. Take this to the bedroom.â
Heâs right, despite how much you donât want to move. The couch was comfortable but not the ideal place for sex so you slipped off, offering him your hand and pulling him towards your room.
Your bedroom is small and the bed takes up most of the space. A queen bed youâd treated yourself to when you had moved downtown placed in the middle with two thrifted nightstands on either side and a dresser tucked in the corner by your bathroom.
It wasnât much but it was comfortable and you couldnât wait to get Frankie under the sheets.
Swinging your legs up onto the bed, you settle yourself in the middle, back pressed against the pillows and crook a finger towards him. Frankie tugs his shirt off and joins you, crawling up the mattress and lying next to you.
âYou are so beautiful,â he tells you quietly, running a hand across your cheek and you close your eyes at the feeling of careful intimacy. Turning your head, you press your lips to his palm and lean in to nudge your nose against his.
The kiss turns quickly heated again, your hands running across his shoulders and back, digging into the soft skin. You can feel scars and bumps beneath your palms as they explore him and youâre eager to learn his body.
Frankieâs hand slips up the front of your sweater, hands seeking more and you bite back a moan as his palm glides across your breast and squeezes, testing the weight and slowly starts to massage the flesh.
âCome on. I wanna hear you, baby. Donât be shy.â
You close your eyes and will yourself to just let go. Nothing about Frankie has indicated that heâd tease you for something that comes so natural and you nod, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips.
His hand slides behind your back to unclasp your bra and the material slackens against you. Next he pulls off your sweater, your head popping out of the collar and you throw it to the side. Your bra is tossed in the same general direction and Frankie descends on your chest, mouth seeking more skin to mark.
Frankie brushes his mouth around your left nipple while his fingers pinch at the right. The dual sensation makes you keen, your hips thrusting up in search of friction. There was a fire burning between your thighs and you ached to have him fill you.
Your fingers find the edge of his jeans and tug. Pulling away from the kiss you whine, âOff. I want them off. Too many clothes.â
âIâd say weâre pretty even,â he jokes against your nipple, tugging at the band of your leggings.
âSo do something about it.â
Frankie grips the material, fingers finding the band of your underwear too, and he yanks them down your legs, your feet kicking them off the rest of the way.
The cool air of your room raises goosebumps along your skin, Frankieâs hand sliding up your calf, to your thigh, and he parts your legs to allow him better access to your aching core. You know youâre soaked, wetness coating your inner thighs and down to your ass.
âIs this all for me?â He asks you, running a finger across the curls at your core and down between your lips to coat his finger in your juices.
âYes. Fuck, Frankie please,â you promise him, watching his hand play with you.
Heâs focused on everything else.
Frankie drinks in your naked form while his finger teases you up and down, his eyes scanning your body. When normally you would shy from such an intense gaze, your nerves are nonexistent. Not here, with him- not with how comfortable youâd grown with him despite your earlier misgivings.
Your eyes zero in on the denim still covering his legs and you nudge his thigh with your toes. âTake âem off Frankie.â
Itâs like youâve pulled him out of a daydream and he nods, sliding his finger into his mouth to clean it off before undoing the buttons on his jeans and pulling them off to toss them on the floor.
Heâs back on the bed in a flash, sliding between your parted thighs and he surges up to kiss you. Your hands find purchase on his back, pulling his chest against yours and you arch up into the contact, your nipples rubbing against the sparse hair on his chest.
Frankieâs cock lays hard on your thigh, thick and dripping on your skin. Your fingers ache to touch him, feel him in your hand so you reach down while still kissing him, thumb brushing along the wet tip before you grip him firmly.
He breaks the kiss to moan against your mouth, forehead against yours while he relishes in your touch. Frankieâs hips thrust into your hand and you squeeze his cock tighter in your grip, sliding your hand up and down him in a practiced rhythm. âDoes that feel good?â
Barely managing to nod, Frankie brokenly moans against your cheek on the uptick of your thumb smoothing over the head and you bring your wet hand up to your mouth, licking it clean of the pre-cum smeared across your skin. âWanna blow you, Frankie. Will you let me?â
He nods quickly, shifting until heâs flat on his back and watching you situate yourself over his cock thatâs laying hard on his stomach. You drag a finger up the length of him, Frankie shuddering at your touch.
You move closer, your mouth leaning down to press kisses against his lower stomach and around his leaking cock. Your eyes trail up to find his eyes closed, head pressing deep into the pillows while he breathes slowly and you smirk. Finally your mouth makes contact with the head, your tongue darting out to lick at the mess heâs made, moaning at the taste. The feel of your hands make up for what your mouth canât take- Frankieâs big, thick and stretching your mouth wide and you struggle at first to take him deeper. Eventually you find a steadying rhythm, mouth sucking him in and hands tightening around the base. His moans are encouraging and music to your ears, only spurring you on further.
Itâs sloppy and youâre sure you look obscene with your lips stretched wide around the girth of Frankieâs cock, spit and pre-cum dripping down your chin and fist. Your hand moves from the length of him down to cup his balls, rolling them in your palm and giving them a gentle tug. That seems to get Frankieâs attention and his eyes shoot down to lock with yours, pupils blown wide and neck veins straining.
Pulling off slowly, you give the head a hard suck and start sponging kisses along the girth of this shaft. âDo you not wanna cum?â
Frankieâs hand reaches down and rubs his thumb across your bottom lip and you suck it in, unable to help yourself. He swears in Spanish quietly, looking up to the ceiling before glancing back down to you. âIâve got condoms- in my wallet. Wherever my jeans are. I need to be inside you.â
His thumb drops from your mouth and you move off the bed in search of his jeans. Theyâre on top of your sweater and you dig his wallet out, finding two condoms tucked around a five dollar bill. You leave one, dropping Frankieâs wallet back on the ground and tearing into the packaging of the other once youâre sitting back between his legs.
You sheath him quickly in the condom, moving your knees to sit on either side of his hips. You donât realize your thighs are shaking until Frankie sets his hands on them, squeezing gently. âYou okay?â
âIâm great,â you promise him with a quiet laugh.
Reaching between you, you grasp his cock and slowly lower yourself down until your hips meet his, flushed together.
The feeling of being full- stretched to the brim and full of his cock is intoxicating and you bite your lip, trying to hold yourself together. Frankie isnât much better beneath you, his hands still gripping your thighs tight, his knuckles gone white with the pressure. His neck is bared, head pressed into the pillow behind him and he swallows, Adamâs apple bobbing as he tries to gain his composure.
You start off slowly, a slow dip of your hips to try and get used to the feeling of him inside of you. It lights a spark up your spine, a low simmering that builds the more you move. Frankie watches you, completely entranced; the way your breasts move while you start to bounce on his lap, his hands sliding up past your stomach to grip them tightly in his hands. His fingers pinch and pull at your tight nipples, a moan slipping past your lips and you fall forward, bracing yourself against his chest.
It takes no time at all for Frankieâs lips to find yours now that your mouth is closer, tongue licking in. His hands slide to your waist and they hold you there, his hips thrusting forward as he starts to pound into you. Itâs too much and not enough, your mouth falling from Frankieâs to lay open against his chest while you try to breathe, panting loudly.
âFuck, you feel so good,â he grunts, hands moving to your ass and pulling apart your cheeks to allow him to slip further inside of you. âTouch yourself for me, I know youâre close.â
Youâd do anything Frankie told you to in that moment and you snake a hand between your bodies, rubbing quick circles over the slippery bud, fingers bumping against Frankieâs cock as he works into you. Your body is shaking above his, a high pitched âfuck,â slipping past your lips as you start to cum around him. The feeling is like nothing you remember. Stars burst behind your eyelids, your orgasm washing over you in waves. Your toes are numb at the sensation and your breathing is heavy, mouth still open and pressed to his chest.
Frankie groans lowly as you tighten around him and he continues to thrust into you at a lightning quick pace in search of his own release. Heâs not too far behind you, swearing in Spanish, and he trembles below you as he cums. His thrusts donât stop, just slow down while you both catch your breath. Itâs comforting, intimate, that youâre both still connected and you kiss up his chest to his neck, lips latching on to your favorite spot along his jaw. Light kisses go up his cheek until they finally land on his lips and you kiss him languidly, resting your hands on either side of his face.
Eventually, Frankie pulls away. His hands run up your sides, across your back and he noses against your cheek. âWe should probably get up.â His voice is quiet and you nod slowly. The last thing you want to do is move but your thighs are sticky with your release and itâs starting to grow uncomfortable.
Your legs shake as you move off of Frankie, losing your balance once your feet are back on the floor and you giggle once you catch your footing. âIâm good, Iâm good,â you say mostly to yourself, moving around the room and padding quietly into the bathroom.
By the time youâve cleaned yourself up and wet a rag to wipe down Frankie, heâs disposed of the condom and is pulling back the blankets to your bed. âHere, just toss it to me,â he tells you, hands out to catch the washcloth. Itâs a perfect throw and he wipes himself down- tossing the cloth onto the floor and sliding into bed.
Itâs perfect how heâs picked the right side to settle down in; you always slept on the left, no matter how hard you tried to sleep in the middle and you slip in next to Frankie, maneuvering yourself until youâre tucked in under his arm, cheek to his chest.
Frankie tucks a finger under your chin to bring your lips closer to his in a quick kiss and you canât help smiling into it. An unexpected yawn passes through you and he laughs quietly, âWe should sleep.â
âI know,â you pout, âI set my alarm early so I can make breakfast for us before I head into work.â
âThought you mightâve forgotten,â he teases with a light pinch to your hip.
The feeling makes you squeal and you go to pull away but Frankie just tugs you in closer, arms wrapping around you tightly. âI owe you right? And Iâm not one to back out of a promise.â
âIâll remember that.â
âGood-,â another yawn passes your lips and you settle back into Frankieâs chest. âYou should.â
âNight querida.â
âNight Frankie.â
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Your alarm wakes you up only a few hours later, blaring loudly in the living room where you left your phone. Itâs a struggle to get out of bed, untangling your limbs from Frankie and padding in there quickly to turn it off.
Despite the lack of hours you slept, you still felt refreshed. Not once had you tossed or turned during the night, waking up in the same position youâd fallen asleep in.
Shuffling back into your room, Frankie rolls over and blinks an eye open, a slow smile sliding across his features when he looks at you. âMorning,â he rasps, scratching at his jaw.
âMorning.â You lean over, pressing your cursory kiss to the spot on his jaw that was becoming easier and easier to land on when you leaned in. âIâm gonna hop in the shower real quick.â Frankie only nods when you pull away and youâre almost bummed when he doesnât offer to join you.
The shower is quick, efficient and youâre eager to get started on breakfast, wanting to show off what little skills you had in the kitchen.
Frankie whistles when you emerge in only a towel and you wave him off, embarrassed. Despite having shown off your body last night, it was different in the light of the day and you close the door to the closet while you dress for work. Your pull on your favorite top paired with the pants that make your ass look good and slip back out to find Frankie dressed in his jeans and shirt from the night before sat at your kitchen island.
Frankieâs eyes never seem to leave you as he watches you cook; asking questions about what youâre doing and its purpose. You answer him carefully, smiling at the fact that he genuinely seems to want to learn about what youâre doing.
You serve up french toast only a few moments later, bacon and eggs on the side.
Youâre both quick to dig in, the activities from the previous night having worked up an appetite and youâre done in record time, rubbing your belly. Frankie isnât far behind you, downing the rest of his orange juice and wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand.
âWell, that was well worth the win. Much better than the pizzas,â he tells you, patting your thigh and stacking your plates together to bring to the sink.
You watch him move around your kitchen, rinsing the plates. Itâs domestic and sweet, seeing him clean up for the both of you. Your heartbeat picks up a little at the thought that this, at some point, could be a regular occurrence. You and Frankie waking up early for breakfast before work, cleaning up and seeing each other off. The image is something you know youâll hold onto, one you hope will come true.
Your name is being called and you blink, realizing Frankie was saying something. âSorry, what?â
âI asked what time you had to be at work, itâs 15 til.â
âShit, I didnât even realize the time. Yeah I need to be there at 9, Iâm sorry,â you apologize.
You hop off the barstool and start gathering your things. Your laptop and files youâd pulled out yesterday that were never touched get tossed in your bag and you turn to Frankie. âHow do you feel about giving me a ride?â
âYou got it.â
The ride is silent with the exception of Frankieâs truck rumbling beneath you while he navigates through downtown.
âGot any plans Friday night?â
You turn your head towards him, tilting it slightly as you think. âI donât think so, no. Why, whatâs up?â
âWas thinking about taking you to a movie. Thereâs a theater around my place that does showings of old movies and I think they might be playing Jurassic Park this weekend.â
The fact that Frankieâs here, asking you out again, has your stomach in knots. Was this too much? Frankie clearly didnât think so and you hesitate.
âIf itâs too much, I get it. Iâve taken up a good chunk of your time and we can figure something else out another time,â he tries to clear up, turning to watch you once the traffic light turns red. Heâs tapping quickly at the steering wheel with his thumbs and you know heâs just as anxious about this entire situation between you two as you are; putting yourself out there is terrifying.
âNo, yeah Iâd love to. I really would Frankie,â you promise him, taking one of his hands off the wheel to lace your fingers with his. âI just donât want to mess this up by going too fast and like, I know it seems like it is but⌠it doesnât feel like it? Not really?â
âYouâre right. Normally Iâm not like this, I swear. I have fucking boundaries,â he laughs, âbut I like being around you. A lot.â
âSo, Friday then? Jurassic Park, popcorn, and candy? Maybe a little hand holding?â
The light turns green and he squeezes your hand. âYeah. Sounds perfect.â
Frankie sends you off to work with a quick kiss and a honk as he pulls away and the smile never leaves your face that day.
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prompt:Â Yay it's finally letting me ask you! I'm wondering if you could do anything with sick Jason? that'd be awesome. thank you for taking the time to read this :). and also, you're easily my favorite author, and I love you so much. thank you for all you do <3 - anon
prompt:Â Hey there. Could you do anything, like literally anything with sick!Jason? - @lettheseabirdscry
âIs everyone in position?â
Tim spares a glance down to see Damian crouched behind a large trash bin, the Robinâs starting position for the recon mission Bruce called all of the bats too, but when bringing his gaze back to the rooftop across from him, itâs empty.
âHoodâs not here,â Tim informs with a frown, unable to shake this nagging feeling that somethingâs wrong.
âUnsurprising,â Damian scoffs into the comms, his flat tone clashing with Bruceâs deep sigh.
âRobin,â Dick warns over the comms. âOne sec; Iâll call him.â
Tim waits, staring hard at the empty spot across from him as if expecting Jason to just manifest before his very eyes, to just stretch through realityâs fabric with some quip about being fashionably late.
âDamn. No answer. Oracle, can we get a ping on his location?â
âHeâs probably out becoming intoxicated with Harper.â
Tim doesnât need to see Damianâs face to know the pull of muted disgust twisting at his lips.
âArsenalâs out of town,â Barbara mutters flatly in the comm. âAnd Hoodâs phone tracker is showing heâs in his apartment. I canât get much of a read on anything else. Looks like he finally cashed in on his word that he was going to rig his security systems to block us out.â
âWe should move forward with the mission without him.â
Tim considers nudging a loose brick over the ledge of the roof, right above Damian. âHe said heâd be here.â Tim knows Jason is a lot of things; he knows that Jason thrives off of disappointing his family, but heâs not one to go back on his word, not with something like this.
âMaybe something came up in Crime Alley? He did say heâd meet us after patrol.â
Tim can hear the worry hidden behind Dickâs easy tone, and he assumes Dickâs carefully redistributing his concern, spreading it out evenly so he doesnât lose his cool.
âHuh,â Barbara mutters absently into the comms. âHis phone tracker says heâs been in his apartment all day.â
âMaybe he left his phone in his apartment?â
âI donât know. Iâve pulled security camera feeds from Crime Alley, hitting all the locations he frequents, and... well, nothing. Not a single sight of him all day.â
Tim stands fully, narrowly scanning his surroundings for any sign of Jason. He canât shake the uneasy pull at his chest, and though heâs not physically close to the others, he assumes the feelingâs mutual based on the silence that follows.
âB, I donât like this. He promised me heâd be here.â
Dickâs no longer working to hide his concern, and that just heightens Timâs anxiety that something isnât right. He tries to puzzle together and explanation based on the four times heâs seen Jason this week: twice in Crime Alley on patrol, once two days ago at the Bat Cave, and yesterday walking out of a convenience store. He canât recall anything out of the ordinary, but Jasonâs closed off, more so thanks to the lingering pull of the Lazarus Pit, so normal, outward, physical appearances mean little to nothing.
âCan we delay the recon?â Tim asks. âIâm only ten minutes from his apartment. I can go check and see if heâs there.â
âI donât want you to go alone.â
âB,â Tim fights back with a groan. âYou and Nightwing are thirty minutes out from my location. I can be there and back before you even get here.â
âTake Robin,â Dick says, and Tim has to fight back the unconscious need to sigh loudly. âI know youâre capable, Red, but humor me. You two are stronger together.â
âDo I get a say in this?â
Damianâs voice is bleeding annoyance, and for once, Tim can agree with how heâs feeling.
âNo,â Bruce mutters, sounding almost distracted. âHood has made many enemies since coming back to Gotham, and you have no idea what you are walking into. You both go, and you both come back immediately if heâs not there.â
âKeep the line open, and stay in contact, Little Wings.â
Tim rolls his eyes and grapple hooks off the building, landing near Damian. âOkay,â he mutters into the comm, and Damian only scoffs at him and starts off toward Jasonâs apartment, leaving Tim to catch up.
***
âYouâre going to hack his security system?â
âYes?â Tim frowns at Damian. âHow else are we going to get in?â He starts tapping at a keypad outside of Jasonâs apartment door.
âKnocking?â
âTried that once,â Tim mutters, mind half-focused on the conversation and half-focused on working around Jasonâs security. âAlmost got shot.â
âYou what?â Dickâs voice is alarmed in Timâs ear, but he disregards it.Â
âAnd you think breaking and entering wonât get us shot?â
Tim shrugs, working around the final code until he hears multiple locks click open. âDonât get hit,â he mutters, slowly opening the door. He tenses to alert, and he can see Damian match his stance at his side.
They step inside, quietly and carefully, and though Timâs been here before, heâll never not be mutely surprised at how domestic the entire place is. There are books stacked on a small coffee table. A blanketâs draped across the couch, and the TVâs on with the sound muted. The lights are on in his living room, kitchen, and bathroom.
Tim glances at Damian, sharing a silent conversation before they begin their quick, quiet search. Tim starts to the kitchen while Damian pads silently down the hall.
The kitchenâs a mess. Dishes are piled high in the sink and are littering the small kitchen table. Thereâs a bag on a counter, the same bag Tim remembers seeing Jason walk out of the convenience store with. He moves to it, looking to see various medicines tipped over in the bag. Frowning, he makes to pick one up, but then he hears a very loud gun shot accompanied by a very uncharacteristic curse.
âDamian!â Tim drops the bag and whips out of the kitchen to the bedroom, ripping his domino off as he walks in to see Jason shakily propping himself up on one elbow in bed with an even shakier hand aiming a gun at Damian.
âJason, stop! Itâs just us!â
âWas that a gun shot?â
Tim ignores Dickâs frantic question in his ear, instead edging around the room, eyes searching over Damian in the dark. âWere you hit?â
âOf course not,â Damian spits out, stepping forward toward the barrel of the gun and ripping it from Jasonâs hand. He clicks the safety and drops the gun to the floor, and then heâs tugging a glove off and slapping a hard hand to Jasonâs forehead, interrupting Jasonâs deep, wet coughing.
Damian clicks his tongue, a frowm sharp on his face. âYouâre burning up.â
Jason weakly slaps Damianâs hand away, staring a look filled to the brim with sharp daggers between the two, stopping on Tim.
âDid you break into my fucking apartment? Again?â
âTim, what the hell is going on?â
Ignoring Dick once more, Tim reaches around to hit the light switch on the wall, frowning when Jason winces hard.
âYou didnât show up for the recon,â Tim supplies, his stomach twisting at the sight of Jason, of the angry red splotches coloring his otherwise pale cheeks, the sweat shining on his forehead, the inconsistent shivers wracking his broad frame. He studies the way Jasonâs face twists around his words.
âThatâs because itâs Thursday.â
Timâs heart clashes with worry, and he and Damian share a glance. Heâs surprised to see Damian sporting a similar look of muted concern.
âJay, itâs Friday.â
âNo, it ainât,â Jason grumbles, hand slapping around on his bed until he finds his phone.
Tim watches as Jasonâs face falls.
âOh.â Jason spares a glance through his messages, unable to read much because his headache is making it hard to concentrate. He looks up from his phone, turning to see a rubber bullet lodged into the wall beside Damianâs head. âDid I hit you?â
âNo,â Damian mutters, frowning. He slips around the room, pausing by Tim on his way out. âIâm going to talk with Father and Grayson. You should get a read on his fever.â
Nodding, Tim waits until he can hear Damianâs quick talking with Dick and Bruce before he moves to Jasonâs bathroom to find a thermometer, snagging a traditional, under the tongue, mercury one before making his way back to Jasonâs room.
âHow long have you been sick?â
âHow did you hack into my security systems again?â
Tim sighs, cocks his head to the side. âDo you really have to ask?â
âFuck,â is all Jason replies with, and he takes the thermometer Tim hands him and slips it under his tongue.
âThree minutes,â Tim says, ignoring the sharp look Jason shoots him. âYou know they make thermometers now that will tell you your temperature in seconds, right? Why the hell do you have this old thing?â
âAlfred left it a few months ago.â
âNo talking,â Tim points out, and Jason glares hard under glassy eyes.
âThen stop asking me fucking questions.â
Timâs mouth snaps shut, and once he counts to the 180th second, he leans forward and snags the thermometer from Jasonâs lips, studying the 102.4 degree reading, equating it with Jasonâs other, apparent symptoms.
âHave you been around anyone whoâs had the flu recently?â
âI donât have the flu,â Jason mutters despite the chesty coughs that rip up his throat. âJust a cold.â
Tim takes a step back and crosses his arms. âHigh fever, coughing, chills, I imagine you have a headache based on the wince when I turned on the lights, and you probably have a sore throat since your voice is physically hurting my ears.â
âWhat? Are you a doctor now?â
âNo, Iâm just not an idiot,â Tim spits back, and Jason only grunts and flops back against his pillow, tugging his blanket up with a hiss.
âGive me a minute, and Iâll suit up.â
Tim... does not expect that, and heâs about to scold Jason in a way heâs sure would make Dick proud when Damian slips back into the room.
âFather called Clark. They are pulling in backup for the recon.â
âWell, whyâd he go and do something stupid like that?â
Tim rips his eyes from Damian back to Jason to see Jason shuffling around his room for his suit.
âJason, what the hell?â Tim spits out, moving to Jasonâs side when Jason starts to sway. âSit down.â He nudges Jason back toward the bed, but Jason, despite how sick he is, fights against him.
âWe have a recon, donât we?â He turns to Damian and barks out a cough. âDemon, call B and tell him weâre coming.â
âTodd, youâre too sick. Youâd just hold us back.â
Tim takes the distraction to lightly shove Jason back onto the bed.
âI think Iâd rather have Dick here,â Jason groans, coughing harshly into his pillow. âAt least he has good bedside manner.â
âHe and father are already on their way.â
âFantastic,â Jason growls, curling in on himself and coughing harshly.
Tim moves to pull the blankets up over Jasonâs shivering frame, stopping when Damianâs hand wraps around his wrist. âLet me go, Dami.â
âNo. I have very specific instructions to relocate you away from Todd.â
âWhat the hell? Why?â Tim digs his heels into the floor when Damian pulls on his wrist, but he stumbles forward when Jason lazily kicks him in the back of the leg.
âNo spleen, idiot. Get the fuck outta here.â
âIâm fine,â Tim tries, but Damianâs grip is hard enough to bruise, so he relents with a loud sigh. âJesus, fine...â He rips his hand free and stalks to the door. âGet him medicine and make sure he doesnât die.â
***
The deep inhale of nicotine burns Jasonâs lungs and brings forth a chesty round of coughing that hurts. He absently rubs at his chest, shivering, and takes in another puff of his cigarette, and then another, desperately repeating this action to chase away the edge of angered anxiety that comes when heâs near Bruce. He leans over the balcony with another shiver, watching his shaking exhale cloud before him.
He hears the balcony door open, but the footsteps are too light to be Bruceâs. They are also too determined to be Timâs, and too deliberate to be Damianâs. He doesnât look back when a blanket is draped over his shoulders, and he only scoffs quietly when Dick plucks the cigarette from his fingers and drops it over the side of the balcony.
âYou would still smoke when you have the flu.â
Jason doesnât reply, not finding the energy for a snarky retort. âWhat have you all been doing out there?â he asks instead, tugging the blanket tighter around him to fend off the chills.
âDamianâs cleaned your kitchen, and now heâs reorganizing your movie collection. Tim started reading one of your books, but he fell asleep. And Bruce has been staring at your bedroom door as if willing you to run out and give him a big, bear hug.â
Jason huffs out a laugh that quickly morphs into deep coughs. He can feel Dickâs hand on his back as he coughs into his shoulder.
âAnd you?â
âOh, Iâm alternating between Candy Crush and Words with Friends with Barbara. Sheâs kicking my ass.â
Jason smiles, tired but genuine, feeling the anxiety flutter off with Dickâs presence. âHow long til you all get the fuck out?â
âI donât think Bruce is going to leave until heâs sure you are okay. Not sure that we can wake Tim right now, and Damian wonât leave until Bruce does.â
âAnd you?â Jason repeats, and Dick cocks his head to the side with an easy smile.
âIâll stay as long as you want me to stay.â
Humming, Jason shivers again, and he allows Dick to guide him back into his room and to his bed. Dick carefully tucks him in, and Jasonâs too tired and too feverish to mind.
âIâm sorry,â he rasps out suddenly, and Dickâs hands freeze, and he frowns.
âFor what?â
âI promised I would show up.â
âHey, Jay, itâs okay. Iâm just glad youâre safe.â Dick brushes the back of his hand against Jasonâs forehead, a sympathetic hum slipping up his throat at the heat. âNo more smoke breaks until youâre better. Youâre still burning up.â
âYouâre saying youâll support my chain smoking when Iâm all better?â Jason bats his eyelashes, and Dick sighs and stands, swatting at Jasonâs covered leg.
âDonât twist my words. Iâm going to toss all your cigarette packs out.â
Jason growls lightly, a few coughs mixing with it, and he curls onto his side, wishing the stupid medicine Damian forced into him would kick in a lot faster. âYou have until 99,â he mutters to Dick, whoâs already filling a small trash bin with cigarette packs.
âWhat?â
â99,â Jason repeats with a harsh cough that hurts his chest. âWhen my temp hits 99, I want you all out.â Thereâs no heat to his tone, and he struggles against the fatigue pulling against him.
â99,â Dick clarifies with a soft smile. âYou got it, Jaybird.â
#batfam#batfamily#sickfic#whump#whumpfic#batbros#batman#dc#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#dick grayson#bruce wayne#barbara gordon#red hood#red robin#robin#nightwing#oracle#my writing#my batfam writing#idk why i like writing in Tim's perspective so much?#i tried writing this twice in Jason's perspective and could not get this to flow for some reason#so i swapped to tim and there we have it
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Sorry, Iâm Married
word count?: 3.5k
warnings: canon-typical violence, i donât describe it graphically tho, just a minor skirmish. happy ending :)
requested? no
ship: dousy/daisy johnson x daniel sousa & dad!coulson
hey guys! i wrote this on a whim after hanging out in a dousy group. i was inspired by the chat at the end of the fic. as always, thank you for reading!! and drink some water ;) fic under the cut!
Neon lights reflected off rough concrete walls as Daisyâs combat boots walked down the steps to the underground club. Light up signs glowed and glittery heels flashed as crowds of people surged and stepped on the technicolour dance floor. The sequins of her dress reflected spotlights that roved the entry area. There were booths with cushy red banquettes lining the walls near the bar, giving college girls a place to rest their feet and hotshot businessmen a table to sip beer. Currently, the club was full, young men and women crowding the bar and dance floor. Decades night, Daisy deduced, as most of the inhabitants were wearing flashy dresses or denim bell bottoms. Deke wouldâve loved this, she thought. I wonder how Deke is doingâŚ
Daisyâs mind drifted as the light up jukebox in the corner switched songs. She didnât spot the target anywhere, so she pushed in a quarter, chose her favourite 80s hit, and watched as the jukebox queued her song. The vibrations of the speakers were reverberating through her, pumping her adrenaline up. Good, more energy for a fight if I need it.Â
Three leather stools were open at the barâone by itself, and two side by side. She nodded at the bartender and sat in the single empty seat. Her comms crackled in her right ear, reminding her of why she was here in the first place.Â
âDais, can you hear me?â She located where Coulson was speaking across the room, sitting in a wooden booth near the side exit. He casually leaned back and sipped his drink.Â
âLoud and clear,â Daisy mumbled.Â
âNew intel from HQ just came in. The weapons the target is dealing? Alien tech.â
âGreat, she said sarcastically,â said Daisy, clearly annoyed.Â
Coulson laughed. âOn your 3.âÂ
Daisy rested her elbow forward on the bartop, scanning the selection of alcohols as a premise to look down the row of people to her right. She noticed two young lads dressed in all black suits, carrying briefcases. There was no way these guys were in charge of the illegal operation. Well, at least they wonât be a problem if it comes down to a fight, she thought.
As Daisyâs eyes roamed the club, she locked eyes with a muscular, bodyguard-type with a small, raised scar over his eye. She smiled then turned around. She recognized the uniform he was wearing as standard bouncer garb, but his side-piece was not. CF380, Princetown standard issue. Daisy signaled his presence to Coulson.Â
âThese guys? Again?âÂ
Princetown was a group of rich, privileged sons of international diplomats and of heads of large corporations. They slipped through the FBIâs fingers like sand. Now, they had alien tech. No diplomatic immunity would allow them to get out of an arrest now.Â
Coulson nodded behind her. She subtly turned her head and glanced in that direction. Wearing an overly expensive silk suit and holding a glass of champagne, stood Luca Casagrande. Son of the Italian Minister of foreign affairs. Notorious for his parties, wealth, and lack of self-control. He winked at a blonde waitress who slipped him a piece of paper, which was very obviously not a bill. Daisy rolled her eyes. Criminals these days are so stupid, she thought.Â
Coulson bit back a laugh at Daisyâs reaction. âAlright, Daisy, youâre up.â
âRemind me again why I was chosen for this part of the mission?â she murmured while sipping her drink to hide her words.
âBecause, youâre good at it.â Coulson went quiet for a second then added, âAnd I'm not Casagrandeâs type.â
Daisy flashed her eyes in Coulsonâs direction, frustrated. She mentally went over the calming exercises May taught her. Deep breath, exhale. Letâs do this.
Daisy slid off the barstool, and approached Casagrande slowly. He only looked her direction when she sidled up next to him.Â
âHey, sweetheart. Whatâs a beautiful girl like you doing out here all by yourself?â A smooth, accented voice inquired.
Daisy bottled up a sarcastic remark and stocked it on the shelf for later use. Only Daniel is allowed to call her sweetheart.Â
âWell, I was hoping,â she blinked up at him, batting her eyelashes. âto find some product. Heard you had all the good stuff. I'm lucky I even caught you here, considering your reputation.â
âGeez. Laying it on a little thick arenât we?â Coulson couldnât help it. The snort Daisy covered up as a cough was too hilarious.
Luca smiled. It was charming, but unsettling. âOh? And what reputation would that be?â
âWouldnât you like to know?â Daisy countered. She looked around before continuing, âLook, I've got pressure on me to deliver. Iâd appreciate it if we talked business before pleasure.â
 âHard to get.â Lucaâs eyes sparkled. âAlright. Letâs talk business.â
He leaned over the bar and signaled the bartender to bring him two glasses of whiskey on the rocks. Once a glass was in his hand, he gestured to Daisyâs. âYou donât drink?â
âNot when I'm on the clock. My employers frown upon it.âÂ
Casagrande nodded. âI see. So, what type of product were you looking for?â
âAnything I can sell. Uncle Sam called and said they need a next gen advantage for soldiers. Weapons, maybe?â She ran a finger down the lapel of his suit. âThey pay generously.â
âYou work for the US military.â
âWe have a... mutual understanding.â Daisy flashed a brilliant smile. It was kind of fun playing an undercover persona.Â
Luca studied her face. âI donât get details?â
Daisy scoffed, âOf course not. Son of a foreign diplomat, itâs a risk the US canât take. If other countries found outâŚâ
âYes, I understand," He responded carefully.Â
âAnd I understand that you also do some dirty business with governments.â
A menacing half-smile rose on his face. âOnly the beautiful ones.â
Looking up into his eyes, Daisy felt the same disgust that had been worn by everyone at the mission briefing. Au contraire, Luca seemed to find Daisy extremely attractive.Â
âWhy donât weââ
âNo.â Daisy internally cringed, but on the outside she seemed relaxed and blasĂŠ. She risked a glance at Coulson, to see his reaction. His entire body was rigid. She didnât blame him. Hearing some douchebag proposition your daughter...yulgh. She wished Daniel was here to watch her back, too... this guy was getting under her skin. Everything about Casagrande pushed her buttons.Â
âNo?â
âNo,â Daisy affirmed, tilting her head. âBusiness first. We can talk about any other deals after.âÂ
âBut there is a possibility?â He cheekily remarked.Â
Not a chance in hell, Daisy thought. âMaybe. But for now, I need to move product ASAP.â
Luca mulled thos over and sipped the burning whiskey. âI may have some contacts that could help you. In return, what will you give me?â
Though the question was innocent, his intentions were obvious. That was exactly what she wanted.Â
âDepends on how good the product is.â She stepped a little closer âItâs a little crowded in here, donât ya think?â
He pushed off the bar, inches from her. He smelled like overly expensive cologne, and not the good kind. âI'm meeting some business associates out back in a few minutes. Weâll make a deal after that.â
âWould they happen to have anything I couldââ
âSorry, sweetheart, I do business privately.â
Daisy faked a sweet smile and resisted the urge to punch him.Â
Luca took two steps toward the back door, then turned around and strutted back. He tilted his head towards her. âA good luck kiâ?â
BRing. BRing. Bzzzzz.Â
Best. Timing. Ever. Daisy shot Luca an apologetic look before picking up.Â
âHello? Oh, Dad! One sec.â Daisy took the phone off her ear, and whispered to Luca, âItâs my Dad. Heâs in the hospital. Doesnât know what my real job is.â
She brought the phone back up to her ear as Luca irritatedly glanced around.Â
âDad? Yeah... No, I'm fine, how are you feeling?... Thatâs great, Dad.â She winked at Luca and held up a finger. Daisy was glad he didnât notice Coulson over her shoulder, also on the phone.Â
âI'm with some friendsâŚâ Luca raised his eyebrows. âLuca Casagrande... He does business with my marketing firm.â
Daisy waved Luca away after noticing him checking his Rolex twice in ten seconds. He nodded and headed out back. She made sure he was out of earshot before alerting Coulson.
âCoulson, heâs headed out.â
âYup, QJ-6 is on the way. Iâll stay to watch his lackeys.â
Daisy gave the bartender a tip and walked towards the back door, grabbing her gauntlets from behind the bar. He dipped his chin and continued wiping down the counter.
As she walked into the chilly night air, Daisy was greeted with silence. Droplets of water dripped onto the leather of her boots from the rooftop. The concrete crunched in the darkness of the alley. Light from the streetlamps was scarce, melding shadowy corners with the dim alleyway.. Daisy could hear faint music through the brick walls of the club. A smirk formed on her face as her pick from the jukebox played. Walking towards the street, she checked behind the moldy trash bins for a sign that Casagrande was hiding. The opening guitar grew louder as the safety of a gun clicked off behind her.Â
âSo,â Daisy raised her hands up. It was a trap. âwhat happened to your business associates?â
Luca chuckled behind her.Â
âYouâre not stupid. You can figure it out.â
Daisy slowly turned around to face him.Â
âYou bluffed to see if I would follow you.â She wasnât surprised. She had counted on this. âYouâre a decent liar.â
âSo are you.â Luca lowered the gun a bit. âWho are you? CIA?â
âThatâs classified.âÂ
Luca laughed, haphazardly slinging the pistol to the side in a grand gesture. âOf course it is.â
âI wasnât lying when I said that the government and I have a mutual understanding.â
âBut that isnât the whole truth, is it?âÂ
Daisy smirked. âOf course not.â
Technically, this was true. Her status as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent was protected knowledge, no one but people inside her agency and a handful high-ranking world intelligence officers were aware.
Daisy decided he might as well know who she was. He was going to be locked up in a max-security cell pretty soon, anyway.
He fell against the wall as Daisy hit him with a small quake, just enough to get her point across. His expression was one of pure shock.
âYou- Y- YouâreâŚâ
âMarââ
âDaisy, whatâs going on?â Coulson must have felt the vibrations. She didnât think she had hit Luca that hard. Daisy could hear the quinjet approaching, the comforting vibrations of the engine helping to calm her nerves. She stepped toward Luca.
âYou have two options: come peacefully with me, or I call the cavalry to take you in by force.â
Luca stayed on the ground, silent. He reminded Daisy of a pouting toddler.Â
This toddler had a few tricks up his sleeve.Â
Coulsonâs voice came through her ear. âDaisy, do you haââ
Daisyâs blood ran cold as she received static from the other line.
âCoulson? Coulson?!â
Wide brown eyes turned to watch Casagrandeâs smirk grow.Â
âProblem?" He said smugly.Â
Daisy quickly knocked him out with the mini-ICER she kept inside her boot and ran back inside. Opening the solid metal door to the inside of the club, she registered the panicked screams from the main room. As she hurtled through the plain hallway towards the crowds, she wished she had a way to tell the backup team that they were flying into trouble. He mustâve known weâd be here. How did he know weâd be here?Â
The walls were a blur as the confusion and fear from the civilians in the club became palpable. The door squeaked on its hinges as Daisy threw it open. She didnât see Coulson anywhere. Actually, she couldnât see anything at all. An EMP. Cool. Fun. Alright. Thatâs fine.Â
Itâs all fine.
Wandering the crowds, Daisy tried to find a way to contact the team. Surely they had a landline in here?Â
The bartender pulled her aside as she passed him. He silently pointed to the jukebox. It was the only thing still on and functioning. Of course, Daisy didnât know how she hadnât seen it before!Â
She walked to the jukebox and searched the sides for a dial, a button, something... Aha! She unlatched the panel and bent down to dial Piperâs number. She pressed the call button while her vision grew blurry. Her eyelids drooped. A sluggish head turn towards the dance floor gave a view of unconscious bodies asleep next to each other. Daisy tried to stand, to walk to the nearest victim of the sleeping gas. A burning zap that seemed to travel through her veins rendered her unconscious. I have to find CoulsonâŚ
Daisy knew she probably shouldnât have left Casagrande in the alley by himself. She was playing right into his hand.
Coulson was more important.
Coulson. What would he do?
Daisy slowly tried to open her eyes. She felt like she had a hangover. The light was dim, the floor beneath her cold as ice. Her hearing slowly came back as she took in her surroundings. A pair of black dress shoes blurred into her frame of vision.Â
âHey, youâre awake.â Coulsonâs voice flooded her with relief.
âWhat happened? WhereâŚ?â
Coulson helped her sit up against a rough stone wall. âI have no clue. Best guess? An Italian castle.â
Daisy was suddenly very awake. âWeâre in Italy?â
âHey, I said best guess.â Coulson pointed his fingers to the ceiling. âI heard footsteps up there earlier.â
Daisy just nodded. Last time she was in Italy, she had a hell of a lot better time. For starters, no one zapped her withâ wait, what was she hit with?
âWhat was that weapon I was hit with? It felt like it was melting my insides.â The thought scared her. The only other time she had felt that type of pain was when... she didnât like to think about it.Â
âYou know the alien tech that Casagrande was running?â Daisy nodded. âYeah, it was that.â
A loud groan solidified Daisyâs frustration. Her eyes closed while she tried to concentrate. She tried to feel any vibrations near her, to soak up anything that could signal where they were. Instead of feeling the vibrations of a mountain or a plane, she felt footsteps. Coming closer, closer... Daisy opened her eyes.Â
Luca entered the chilly cell through the thick steel door. She would have quaked him back about a hundred feet if it werenât for Coulsonâs hand on her arm.Â
âYou two seem comfortable. Can I get you a drink? Water? Coffee?â His smile was smug and irritating.
Coulson replied before Daisy could. âNo, weâre good thanks. How about instead, you give us some answers. Starting with: where are we, and whoâs your source?â His voice got harder and colder as he went on. Luca acted unfazed.Â
âNo. You are insurance. You have physical evidence of my illegal trades. I was going to leave you on the curb, but then this guy,â Luca pointed over his shoulder at a soldier then slapped the short lad on the back. Daisy recognized him as one the short lads with briefcases at the bar. âThis guy had to go and shoot you with the Widowâs Bite!â
Coulson's eyes grew wide in recognition. Daisy could connect the dots herself.
âYou stole Black Widowâs weapons?â They said in unison. Coulson and Daisy looked at each other and fell silent. By Daisyâs profile, if they kept acting surprised and in awe, he would keep giving them answers.Â
âYes, I did. Amazing right?â Luca stared off into the distance. âLast month I hired a thief to get into the Avengerâs Compound. She got a copy of Starkâs old hard drive, picked up some old relics, modified them with alien metal stolen from Hydra. But every time I tried to open it, it would corrupt my servers. I took the damn thing to every hacker I knew, now they all want to kill me because I crashed their servers. Some of them used to be part of the Rising Tide, when they were still young and hotheaded. They told me about a hacker named Skye. She disappeared, never heard from again. She has no information on her. She has no records. Not even in the top intelligence departments of America. She doesnât exist.
âBut Daisy Johnson does. Daisy Johnson, a hacker who rose in Skyeâs place. Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.â
âAnd you need us to get to her,â Coulson finished. âI hate to burst your bubble, but weâre expendable. Youâre better off throwing us in the ocean than you are waiting for her to come.â
Luca seemed to be seriously considering this. Then he nodded. Youâre right, I need to up the ante. Raise the stakes a little.â
He jerked a thumb over his shoulder as he turned on heel and swaggered down the hallway. âBring them.â
Two soldiers came in to get Daisy and Coulson. They reached down to grab Daisy, and she swiftly brought her head forward to hit theirs. Stunned, the soldier took a step back, giving Daisy time to stand up before she gave a hard kick to his stomach. The other soldier was similarly impaired, having taken a startlingly strong punch to the jaw from Coulson. The crack! of the bone echoed off the stone walls. Daisy quaked them against the wall for good measure, realizing they hadnât taken her gauntlets. Coulson was waiting by the door.Â
âLetâs go.âÂ
They ran through the halls, following where they thought Casagrande might have gone, stopping in several rooms on the way to hide from Casagrandeâs soldiers. They ran into him at the front of what was, indeed, a stone castle. He stood on the uneven steps gazing out at rolling hills and cottony clouds hung high above a choppy lake. The wind blew hard, just enough to make you wish for a sweater from someone warm and comforting. It was all quite picturesque.Â
Except for the criminal standing in front of them.Â
âCongrats, you escaped! Iâm so glad.â Luca smiled and opened up his arms.Â
âSomehow this guy still sounds smug. We just escaped from his prison and this guy still thinks heâs won.â Coulson turned to Daisy.Â
Daisy shook her head and shouted, âHey, Luca! The fightâs not finished yet!â
âReally, sweetheart? Because it looks to mââ
He was interrupted by a violent quake in his direction. She strided over to where he was struggling to get up.Â
âIt looks like what? I canât hear you.â Daisy rested her hands on her hips.Â
âIt looks as if you are lost. Even if you escape, you have no way to get home,â he wheezed.Â
Daisy rolled her eyes. Coulson walked up behind her, squatting down beside Luca and using a hand on his shoulder to keep him in place.Â
âWeâre resourceful. And while we were hiding from guards in some of your fancy tech rooms, we found an old sat phone. Theyâre easy enough to use, all we had to do was phone a friend and tell them exactly where we are,â Coulson explained.Â
âAh, but you donât know where we are, sweetheart.â His rebuttal was pointed at Daisy. She decided it was her turn to prove him wrong.Â
âSee, thatâs where youâre wrong. You counted on us not being able to crack your hard driveâs encryption and get past your feeble firewalls. That took less than five minutes. The only remotely hard part about hacking you to find our coordinates was trying to read everything in Italian.â Daisy laughed.Â
Luca tried the wiggle away from them. âIf you have my hard drive, then you know there isnât anything of importance on there.â
As she pulled a pair of handcuffs out of her boot, Daisy exchanged a look with Coulson.Â
âYouâre right, there isnât anything of value on that hard drive,â she said. âThere are about 100 other files I downloaded from your personal computer that do have important intel, though.âÂ
Coulson pulled a face and sucked in a breath. âYikes.â
âSo, I guess if youâre arresting me, there isnât any chance we could ever do business, if you know what I mean?â
Daisy mentally pulled that bottle off the shelf and dusted off her sarcastic remark.Â
âSorry, Iâm married.â
Daisy locked the cuffs into place and stood Casagrande up. Two quinjets touched down thirty minutes later, one with a team of agents to search the castle, and one to take Daisy and Coulson home. Agent Piper met Daisy on the ramp of QJ-6, something metallic and glittery in her hand.Â
âThanks for holding onto it.â Daisy hugged Piper before taking her ring back.Â
âNo problem. Wouldnât want this rock to get lost in the field!â she laughed.Â
Daisy slipped the smooth metal on her finger and sagged into the jump seat next to Coulson. She rested her head on his shoulder, softly gazing at her hand.Â
âI canât wait to be home with Daniel.â
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A/N: heeeey! this fic was inspired by @starkmaiden âs post in a dousy group iâm in. thank you!! if you have a request, question for me, or want to be added to my taglist go visit my ask box! i love each and every one of you :)
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Somebody To Remember
Andrew (The Dark Pictures Anthology: Little Hope) x Reader (Female)
Warnings: Swearing (maybe), slight Spoilers
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Y/N wakes up in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by unfamiliar people and with a big chunk of memories missing. Sheâs told she, along with her professor and classmates, was in a bus crash while passing through the town of Little Hope. From that point onward she is trying her best to contribute into the groupâs efforts of finding a way out of that place and also piecing together the shards of her broken recollection.
Requested by Dot Anon! Hi there! Sorry for the long wait, but itâs finally here and I hope it makes it worth it! I love writing for Little Hope and Iâm very grateful you gave me an opportunity to write for Andrew with your request! Hope you enjoy the read, looking forward to hearing more requests from you! Love, Vy â¤
My eyelids lift just barely before an intense pain takes over my entire skull. Instead of battling through it, I just shut my eyes again. I feel like my head is swimming as though Iâve been spinning in circles for the past five minutes. Speaking of the last five minutes, I donât remember them. Actually, I canât recall anything from...I canât even recall how long itâs been from what I last remember. I hear voices but they arenât clear - almost like Iâm at the bottom of a lake and they are calling out to me from the shore. I make another attempt at opening my eyes, succeeding this time, despite the intense pain.
âHey, there you are.â Unlike the rest, this voice sounds to be closer which makes it a lot clearer and easier to understand. âStay with me now, Y/N.â
I blink a couple times, struggling to get my eyes in focus. When I finally manage, I am met with a pair of greenish blue eyes looking back at me.Â
âHi? Um, where am I?â I utter hesitantly, letting my gaze wander all over the picture in front of me. I see a boy who appears to be in his late teens, maybe early twenties, I canât tell. Behind him I see a shorthaired girl and an older man talking. I tap my fingers on the surface Iâm sitting on - itâs no doubt gravel. And wait, did he refer to me as Y/N? âAm I Y/N?â As I speak, I feel a sharp sting on my cheek. I lift my hand to touch the spot where the unpleasant sensation is coming from just to pull my fingers away with a wince, seeing them covered in blood. A pit of fear and panic forms in my stomach. âWhat happened? Why am I bleeding?â
His eyes widen. He looks border-line horrified as he backs away from me, never taking his eyes off me, though. âProfessor, can you come here for a sec?â He says, his hand waving over the older man.
He walks over and crouches next to the boy. âWhatâs wrong? How are you feeling, Y/N?â Heâs looking at me when he asks the question, so I can only assume I really am Y/N.
âShe canât remember anything.â The boy says, his voice shaky due to what seems like panic, âWhat do we do?â
I switch my focus between the two, the panic growing stronger within me as well. The professor contemplates his next move carefully before calling out to the girl who is trying to catch a signal with her phone in the air. âHey Taylor, give me your phone. I need a light.â
âComing!â The girl power walks to us, a smile spreading on her face when our eyes meet, âOh thank God youâre awake, Y/N! I was terrified!â
I brave through the pain so I can return her smile, âYeah, Iâm happy to be awake too. Would be happier if I could recall anything though.â
Her expression morphs into the same one the boy had when I insinuated that I donât remember anything. Putting her initial shock aside, she hands the professor her phone. He holds it above my face so the screen could illuminate any injuries I might have. Or the injuries I definitely have cause this headache is most certainly not the result of dehydration or lack of sleep.
âI can see some blood beyond your hairline and a cut on your temple, but thatâs it. You are probably concussed. Donât freak out, though, if you can still make sense youâll be alright.â He assures me. âIâm John, by the way, your professor. This is Andrew.â he points to the boy. âIâm your professor, these two, and the other two we donât really know the whereabouts of are your classmates. This was supposed to be our field trip for a project, but we got in a crash. Thatâs how you got those cuts and bruises. But, again, donât worry we will be just fine. Your memories will come back sooner or later.â
Taylor chuckles, âI wouldnât worry too much. Sheâs still got her sarcasm.â
âYou bet I do.â I choose to lift the heaviness of the situation, remove the worries from the group. I feel like I owe it to them for not remembering who they are while they obviously care about me. âNow help me up, I donât plan on sitting here any longer. Itâs quite uncomfortable.â
The professor and Andrew lifted me off the ground by my arms, steadying me on my feet. Concussed or not, I have to be prepared for a night of wandering around in a dark and foggy ghost-town. I canât be a weakling and depend on my team the whole time.
                                * * *
My head hurts even more now, I didnât know that was even possible. Whatever expectations I had for this night, they got thrown out the window the second Andrew and Angela were dragged five centuries back in time. Oh yeah, I also met the two other classmates John mentioned - Angela, whoâs a very...interesting woman. She is a little high-maintenance and a little stuck up, but nothin I canât tolerate. Unlike Taylor who Iâm afraid will kill the woman just by glaring; and Daniel who is the complete opposite. Heâs kind and sweet and really in love with Taylor. They are very cute together. Despite Angelaâs attitude itâs clear that she deeply cares about John. I can tell the feelingâs mutual.
But demons and witches aside, my memory thatâs slowly repairing is whatâs bothering me most. The fragments that are coming back to me are so disconnected from each other and so far apart, itâs almost like Iâm just making them all up to fill in the blanks. Iâve gathered most memories for Taylor, who I think is my best friend and some of Daniel, who is also a good friend of mine. Hell, I can even recall a bickering session Iâve had with Angela and I faintly remember arguing with John about a grade. But nothing of Andrew. Not a single memory involving him. I even pulled Taylor aside to ask her if Andrew and I were even friends before this. Her answer only made me feel worse, though. She seemed rather upset when I told her I canât remember anything regarding him. She said she was surprised. When I asked her why she gave me a vague response that she assumed Iâd remember him most.Â
Well thanks a lot, Taylor.Â
Iâve only started exhausting my brain even more now that her words are stuck in my mind.
âThatâs surprising. One would think youâd remember him first.â
Weâre currently taking a break to catch our breath. The past few hours are just a jumble of running away from these terrifying creatures and being pulled back in time. I canât piece the logic of anything that has happened and itâs bothering me, probably more than it should.
âHey, you ok? Youâve been cracking and biting your knuckles for a while now.â Andrewâs voice shakes me out of my trance. He puts a comforting hand on my shoulder, sitting down next to me.
Thatâs another thing that has been bugging me - his touch. Itâs so damn familiar and so natural! I canât explain it, but every time he touches me, it just feels like his hand belongs there. It sounds ridiculous, Iâm aware, but itâs true. I feel so horrible that I canât remember anything about him - the fact that he has been my biggest support and comfort this whole time isnât making me feel any better either. He hasnât left my side for even as much as a second.
âYeah, just frustrated. And Iâd be lying if I said Iâm not scared right now.â I decide to rant and just get everything off my mind, I feel like heâll understand. âI canât piece anything together. Not from whatâs happening to us and most certainly not from my past. So many large chunks are missing and itâs driving me mad.â I cover my face with my hands, âI wish I could understand at least 10% of this insanity. That would be enough to give me peace.â
I can no longer feel him touching my shoulder. Instead, his hands take gentle hold of my wrists, pulling them away from my face. Holding both my hands with one of his, he uses the other to lift my chin so our eyes meet. âItâs OK, Y/N. I know how hard this is for you. I understand this is taking an even bigger toll on you than it is on us. Just know that you can trust us. I mean, itâs not like we know any more than you do, but if anything attacks you, weâll make sure you make it out alive.â He swipes his thumb over my cheekbone. âI would go through a beheading for you, believe it or not.â
I canât help but laugh, âI believe you, Andrew. Thank you. Just know that it goes both ways.â I squeeze his hand.
I do believe him. I believe all of them. I have faith in this team and I trust it with my life. I trust Andrew with every fiber of my being.
                               * * *
Itâs over. I can hardly believe it. I canât believe it.
âWe can leave itâs over! Oh my God, itâs over!â Taylor excitedly engulfs me in a tight hug. Tears are streaming down her face. Tears of relief and joy.
I return the hug with the same amount of strength and tenderness, âI canât believe itâs over. Oh my God.â
âIt is. It really is.â she whispers to me reassuringly before pulling away and giving me one final encouraging nod.
We are finally free to leave that ruin of a house and this town in its entirety. We can now leave it all behind. We can go home.
I watch as Daniel wraps his arm around Taylorâs shoulders pulling her closer to his side. I see the encouraging smiles of pure happiness that John and Angela exchange. I feel all the positivity radiating off of them.
A gentle warm hand takes hold of my frozen and bruised one. I tilt my head to see Andrew falling in step with me. The warm smile on his face confirms what Taylor told me - the nightmare is indeed over. With the horrors left far behind us and 80% of my memory having returned, I feel reborn.
âFeels amazing, doesnât it?â He asks, his grip on my hand is tender but firm - heâs afraid of accidentally letting me slip from his grip, but also afraid of causing me pain by touching the many cuts that litter my skin.
âWords canât describe it.â I say with a content sigh, instinctively intertwining our fingers together.
And that puts together the remaining 20% that are missing. That special and intimate contact makes something in my brain click.
I stop dead in my tracks, causing Andrew to stop with me. He raises a confused eyebrow at me. âWhatâs wrong?â
A laugh escapes my lips, a huge grin plastering itself on my face. âYouâre my boyfriend.âÂ
His eyes go even wider than when I told him I didnât remember anything. This time itâs due to a different emotion.Â
He stutters, âYou remember?â
I nod eagerly, âWeâve been dating for seven months now. Daniel introduced us. Taylor kept teasing us saying we should date. We went on our first date more as a joke for the amusement of two of them and then....â
He cuts me off by hugging me twice as tightly as Taylor did. He has put every last bit of his energy into this hug and Iâm returning it with every last bit of mine.
âWelcome back completely, Y/N.â He says, pulling away while still keeping his arms wrapped around me.Â
âGlad to be back finally.â I canât wipe the dopey grin off my face, not that Iâm even trying to at this point.
With zero regards for our audience of four, Andrew presses his lips to mine, marking my return to our reality with a love-filled kiss.
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DGS/TGAA 2 CRACK THEORY/HEADCANON + SPOILERS MENTIONED
So I remembered a thing about Dr. Sithe and Vortex/Stronghart character designs and not only that but look at this for a sec
I'm not sure what these thingies are supposed to be and I guess it's kind of a symbol or some such of how she's his right hand and all but no one else working for him had anything resembling this stuff in shape or anything...
Perhaps I'm looking too much in it but what if there's another meaning to it? I'd even go as far as to assume that maybe, maybe the two of them had something of a hidden not-so-formal relationship (or maybe they're just shopping bffs).
Maybe Mr. Goulloyne/Gorey was a guy who courted Dr. Sithe and that she married for convenience because she was already pregnant at the time (did he die when she was still a baby?) and yes, I'm getting at the possibility of Maria being actually Vortex/Stronghart's daughter. I mean look at her eye color
It's not exactly the same as his but it's close enough, not to mention how light her hair is.
He's shown to have white (almost white? Ash blond?) hair in canon even though a man in his 40s (yes, I get it they couldn't make an entire ass model for a single flashback) and 50s usually doesn't have all his hair white yet and he's actually blond (ok maybe it's the stress of his machinations and of being evil and they hadn't hair dye back then - or did they? Idk).
Or what if "Goulloyne"/"Gorey" was just a fictitious name Maria liked combined with hers (and the man she married in her 20s to cover Maria's real father's identity had another last name entirely) and somehow her mother thought it was a good idea to come up with an original last name for her daughter should all the truth come out?
Perhaps her second marriage was for love once she met another man or she got married (again or not) to put distance between her and The Boss⢠at the eyes of the public (the fact she remarried so recently after the exchange assassination plan was put in action makes me strongly suspect this was the case, it's impossible she knew nothing about it, she must have known at least something if nothing).
Also if he had Wilson and Gregson killed why not have her killed as well? Where does all that mutual trust and loyalty come from? He never seemed to have threatened or blackmailed her either (as far as I remember, at least). Hiding such a relationship would have made it more difficult to imagine that the two of them could have been accomplices into so many big secrets, too.
If Maria is indeed his daughter I don't think he was aware of it or he had his suspicions but decided not to do anything about it for the sake of his position and thus, to feign ignorance.
Though he strikes me as the type of father who wouldnât care about his children anyway so perhaps he was aware of it but didn't give a fuck đ¤ˇââď¸
I mean, Idk if this makes sense or not but if Maria isn't his daughter he and Dr. Sithe still fucked
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you donât get a win unless youâre playing the game: Daveed Diggs x Reader. Chapter 2.
Reminder: this is gonna be a long fic! please be patient :)
You are finally ending an excruciating first week of dance rehearsals.
Youâre gearing up finishing Act I finally, your brain feeling completely fried from all of the material given, especially the vocal parts. You were so used to singing the melody line of all the songs and being given the alto part was a challenge in itself, let alone applying singing while doing the choreography. The dancing was second nature but you didnât realize how much stamina youâd actually need to getting the notes out without sounding breathy, pitchy or exhausted. You did NOT want to embarrass yourself in front of the OBC when it came time to integrate.
You had only worked with the ensemble closely so far and were getting close with Stephanie, the universal dance captain of the show. She had mentioned to you that the principals and ensemble members would be having a little hang out session at her brotherâs penthouse apartment downtown after rehearsals ended tonight.
âBrilliant work today everyone. I know itâs been tough. But take the weekend to really review the material and let everything sink in.â Stephanieâs eyes were lit up. The way she was so attentive to detail and every backstory of every movement was so inspiring and eye opening.
You wiped the sweat off of your face as you partner, aka M3, aka George Eaker, aka Cedric, gave you a wink and a thumbs up. You were way too lucky to be matched with Cedric. If you jumped across the stage, somehow youâd trust him to catch you with seconds to spare before landing.
The ensemble cheered together and began to pan out to the house to grab their things and head up to their dressing rooms to get ready for the party.
âIs everyone coming tonight?â Stephanie yelled excitedly.
You heard a cannon of yeses and hell yeahs around the group.
âThe wolfpackâs coming too!â That was her nickname for the OBC crew. âItâs gonna be a raaaaaager!â She started gyrating her hips. Everyone erupted with laughter.
âA safe one at that, of course. Be on your best behavior around Lin⌠just kidding heâs an absolute child.
Alright now go, get out. Go get hot.â
You followed the ensemble up the stairs backstage to end up at your dressing room which you shared with W4, Michelle.
âGirl... whatâre ya wearing tonight? I canât decide.â Michelle asked while anxiously rummaging through her back full of scribbled on legal pads, muscle rollers, and random items of clothing.
You had packed your favorite black jeans that made your legs look flawless, your signature suede boots, and a Kith hoodie. You wanted to look put together but also casual and cool. Most importantly, you wanted to impress all of your idols. This was your only chance to give them the best first impression of you.
You thought about grabbing your Oakland sweatshirt that your parents got you as a gag gift for Christmas, in honor of your celebrity crushâs hometown. You immediately regretted even thinking of wearing it, as Daveed would definitely find it way too weird. You were from Massachusetts... not California. The Bay Area would be embarrassed for you.
âI just brought these little guys. All black, of course. Feel like it does the job. Also, the sweatshirt will let me eat alllllll of the pizza guilt free.â
Michelle stared longingly at your suede boots. âThese are fuckin fancy!â
âTheyâre only Steve Madden!!â You were proud of your ability to find luxury looking goods for a cheap price. You donât think that will ever change, even when you saw your first broadway check hit your checking account.
You were happy you could share a safe and fun dressing room space with Michelle and knew the two of you would become close friends.
You both ran into the shower room across the hallway, and quickly washed off. You decided you were going to straighten your long light brown hair. You loved your hair, but it got so curly and tangled when you sweat. Thankfully they were going to put you in a wig for the show instead of using your natural locks. Being a head sweat-er was the worst. Your makeup was minimal, as you looked best with a nice dewy makeup glow, with highlighted cheekbones. You wore a nude matte lipstick, which matched the natural color of your lips, and lightly liquid lined a cat eye over your big (insert eye color) eyes.
You saw your reflection. You didnât know if it was the confidence of finally reaching your goal or if you just were having a good hair/makeup day... but you were stunning.
âDamn mama!â Michelle gasped as she saw your finished look. âWhose mans are you about to steal at this gig? Better not be Cedric, heâs mine.â
You laughed. You couldnât help to think about who you already had your heart set on.
âDefinitely not Cedric.â
Michelle opened her iPhone 11 plus and immediately opted for a mirror selfie. She quickly opened Instagram and posted it to her story.
You opened the app yourself to go check if it looked good.
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âReady?â Michelle asked, putting the final touches of her gold Fenty highlight on her cheeks. âWe should grab a quick bite before hitting the place. I plan on drinking my weight in Truly seltzers tonight.â
âLetâs get it.â You smiled. âIâll call the uber.â
ââ
You called the uber, hopped in, and began driving downtown. You felt your anxiety creeping up on you.
âTrulys? Really? Iâm gonna need to be doing shots of Jager in order to be able to speak a single word to any of these principals.â
âWhat are you... nervous? You already got the role. Youâre equals with these guys.â
She wasnât wrong.
âGuess Iâll just have to act as chill as possible. Thatâs the plan anyways... also Michelle, wanna know something ridiculous?â
âWhat?â
âIâve had a middle school full fledged crush on Daveed since I can remember.â
She blurted out with laughter.
âWell girl he is on the market now. Shoot ya shot.â
You already knew this. Daveed was recently single and focusing on rebuilding himself up. His breakup with his last girlfriend wasnât bad. It was mature and mutual. You knew he was taking time to himself, so you didnât want to be overbearingly flirtatious when you first met him.
You also couldnât stop thinking about your ex, whom you left last year around this time. His goals just werenât lining up with your future. He hated musicals, he hated almost everything you liked... but you couldnât stand the fact you shattered his heart.
âIâll see what happens... after 5 shots.â You responded, winking at Michelle.
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You arrived at the cutest little Italian place downtown in TriBeCa. You knew carbs and wine were the perfect pregame for this shindig.
After loads of pasta and splitting a bottle of wine, you began to feel the confidence needed to shake the nerves from you. You hit the bathroom to give yourself a double check before walking to your final destination.
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As you walked up to the massive high rise residence, you couldnât believe this was your lifestyle now. As you approached, you noticed an extremely familiar face exit the revolving door.
Holy shit, thatâs Rafa.
Rafael Casal. Daveed Diggsâ best friend.
You stopped in your tracks stunned.
He turned his head immediately in your and Michelleâs direction.
âY/N?! Whatâs going on?!â
âShut up shut up shut up...â you whispered through your teeth. âJust keep walking.â
As he passed you both, he smiled, and turned into the Duane Reade on the corner. Probably picking up something he forgot.
You realized you would be on edge all night not being able to keep your cool. Rafa wasnât even in the damn OBC and here you were, freaking out entirely on the freaking sidewalk.
Through the doors you went, passing the crystal clear marble floors, giant chandeliers, and up to the doorman.
âCan I help you beautiful ladies?â
Michelle blushed. The doorman was actually attractive.
âWeâre here for Klemons? Penthouse 2?â
âOh yeah! Hamilton!!! Love that show. Have fun!â
You hit the elevator as you looked down at your phone.
9:18pm
Perfect timing. Almost 20 mins late. Fashionably late, of course.
âOh shit shit shit.â
You realized you havenât changed your wallpaper from Daveed grabbing his crotch.
Michelle laughed as you fumbled to change your wallpaper to a pic of you and your family from when you were younger. Perfect. A conversation starter. Your overthinking was killing you softly.
Your teeth were legit chattering. You felt anxiety waves rush through your nervous system. The pit in your stomach grew. Your heart was beating a mile a minute. This was it. Your chance at something greater than you ever thought was possible to achieve.
The elevator doors opened to the open concept apartment. Voices were clashing over the blaring hip hop music in the dimly lit room. A full bar in the corner, Joeâs pizza scattered over the island in the kitchen. Beer pong set up on the dining room table.
There they were. Every single one of em. Scattered across the flat. Starstruck wasnât even the beginning of what you felt.
Your eyes scanned quickly around.
There he was. Curly headed locks and all. Leaning up against the floor to ceiling windows that circled the place, holding a cocktail in his strong, large right hand accessorized with a few rings. Simply staring at the sights of the city. He looked like a million bucks and he was in a simple casual outfit. Light washed jeans, black boots, with his left hand in his black hoodie pocket.
Wait. You guys were wearing the same hoodie.
The same fucking hoodie.
Of course this would happen.
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When Your Love Hurts - fic
Characters: Damian Wayne, Conner Kent Pairings: jondami, timkon Summary: Damian didnât expect his brother-in-law to break into his office today. He also didnât expect the reason that he did so. A/N: In which I write about Tim but Iâm actually writing about myself, whoops. Tim did show up to Jonâs office, whatever that is I havenât decided, and Jon just immediately took him back to his and Damianâs house. I might write more for this little scenario, or I might not, I dunno. As soon as they kind of make up a little, Tim and Conner immediately bombard Damian and Jon with questions about when theyâre getting married. Damian surprises himself by not regretting a single bit of it. He loves this new life.
Freedom AU
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He heard a commotion in the lobby. Nothing new, not in a place like this. Dogs barking, scared cats, sobbing persons giving up their animals, angry ones trying to steal theirs back. The shelter was almost like Gotham, but nothing he, or his staff, couldnât handle.
In fact, this commotion was more his staff than anyone else, he noted. Trying toâŚstop someone? Or get more information, perhaps. The dog currently recuperating in his office, Isabella, heard the noise too, and raised her head to growl.
âSirâŚsir, wait!â The call was much closer than the lobby. Damian glanced up just as his doorknob turned. âYou need an appoint-â
The door swung open to reveal a man in red plaid underneath a leather jacket, jeans and sunglasses. He let the office door smack against the wall, and under Isabellaâs barking, Damian could only sigh.
Not the boy from Smallville he liked to see.
âHey, Dames.â Conner grinned, raising the sunglasses to sit on his head. âHave a sec?â
âIâm so sorry, Damian, I tried-â the receptionist rambled behind him. Damian waved them off.
âItâs fine, heâsâŚfamily.â Damian said reluctantly. The receptionist glanced between them and nodded, disappearing back into the hall. Damian glared at Conner. âI told you not to call me that.â
Conner shrugged, closing the door behind him and dropping into the chair across from Damianâs desk. Immediately, his âcooler-than-thouâ façade dropped, and he ran his hand down his face. Isabella gave a small woof and stood, jogging over to slot her face between Connerâs knees.
âIf youâre looking for your brother, for the millionth time, he does not work here. He has his own job.â Damian hummed, going back to his paperwork. âBut Iâm sure heâd love to catch a late lunch-â
âNot looking for Jonno.â Conner droned. Dropped his hand and gave a weak smile to the dog waiting for love. âI am actually here looking for you. I guess. I donât know.â
âOh?â Damian put his pen down, giving the other his full attention after fixing his glasses. âEverythingâŚokay?â
ââŚYeah.â Conner sighed again, taking Isabellaâs muzzle in his hands and petting along her whiskers. ââŚYour brother is an asshole.â
Ah.
âI mean, they all are, but Iâm assuming youâre speaking of one in particular.â Damian surmised. ââŚDoes he know youâre here?â
âNo. And if he does, he clearly doesnât care.â
Damian almost scoffed, because that couldnât be further from the truth. Tim cared about Conner more than probably anyone else. He did marry him, after all.
âI see.â Damian said instead. âWhat happened?â
Conner shrugged, focused on Isabella.
âConner, you just broke into my office.â Damian hummed calmly. âI think I have a right to ask what you and my brother fought about that caused you to do so.â
Conner still held out, still remained silent for a few moments.
ââŚHe doesnât care about himself. He doesnât take care of himself.â Conner muttered. âSays itâs a waste of time, and that his energy is better spent taking care of other people. Taking care of me.â
âYouâve known for years weâre all a bitâŚself-sacrificing.â Damian admitted. âWhat made it so bad this time?â
âHe just...wonât even consider it!â Conner snapped. âI even begged him to take care of himself, for me, and he refuses.â
âIt isâŚa flaw. One heâs carried for years. Even Grayson couldnât rid him of it.â Damian sighed sadly. âHeâs never thought he was worthy, or mattered.â
âAnd he does! He matters!â Conner cried, slumping back in the chair. Isabella tried wagging her tail to regain his attention. âHe matters to me, to our friends. To you, Iâd hope.â
âOf course he does.â Damian agreed quickly, trying to push down the feeling of being offended. Itâd been years since he and Tim had been at odds, Conner knows that. âTo me and the entire family.â
âAnd thatâs why Iâm here, because you get it. You get him.â Conner deflated. âBut more than Dick or Bruce, you donât feel a need to go running to him and tell him everything I said orâŚor try to fix everything right in that moment or whatever.â
âBecause heâs a grown man. I canât fix his problems for him, and pressuring him in a demand he talks has the opposite affect. One day our father and brother will get that.â Damian nodded. âHoweverâŚin Drakeâs defense, I know the feeling. You know, of not mattering, or being worthy.â Damian snorted. âI know it all too well.â
âYeah, but you got over it.â Conner whined.
âWell, for one, thatâs a far too oversimplified conclusion, as I donât entirely agree with that personally.â Damian scolded. Isabella whined at Connerâs knees and jumped up to put her paws on his thigh. âAnd two, Iâm only dealing with it in a healthy manner because of your brother.â
âWhat, did he just overwhelm you with his undying love, to the point your brain couldnât not believe what he said to you?â Conner pouted, crossing his arms. Isabella tapped at his leg, but he ignored her.
âIn the attempt to not, again, oversimplify it while not getting into a discussion of my own personal health and derail this entire conversation â yes.â Damian snapped his fingers and Isabella hopped down, trotting back to his side. âBut that also took years to even get to that point, and Jonathan knows it continues to be an ongoing process.â
A pause to glance down at Isabella. She gave him a doggy grin.
âBut that is also me. A person who had a poor upbringing and was not told explicitly I was loved until I was eleven, by Grayson.â Damian explained. âTimothy, if I had to guess based on observation and experience, did not have that tragic past. His idea of his lack of worth most likely comes from dealing with our fatherâs grief in the aftermath of Toddâs death, and then continually losing loved ones to violent deaths every few months for a number of years. He believes it his fault, that his presence somehow forced those tragedies to occur, or that he should have been able to fix said emotional issues of others, like with my father.â
âSoâŚwhat youâre saying is that me telling him I love him more than the goddamn sun like Jon did and does for you wonât work.â Conner exhaled.
âNot necessarily.â Damian admitted guiltily.
âSoâŚwhat do I do?â Conner asked pathetically. âBecause I donât think I have to tell you that I love him more than anything in this solar system. But I canâtâŚheâs breaking my heart, Damian. I canât live this way.â
âAnd you shouldnât. But I am sorry you are.â Damian nodded. âBut, again, if I had to guess, based on what youâre telling meâŚhe knows that. He knows heâs breaking your heart, and he blames himself for your frustration. He probably believes if he was better, if he wasnât so worthless, or maybe even selfish, he wouldnât have frustrated you.â
Conner tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. Isabella barked at Damian.
âAnd if in your arguments heâs yelling at you, itâs because heâs also frustrated with himself. Because he wishes he could believe you, wishes he could fix his brain and make all the disbelief in himself go away. But then it restarts the cycle of believing he could and should be better, thus cementing the idea that since heâs not, heâs worthless.â Damian leaned back in his chair, circling his hand in the air as he spoke, reaching out to pet Isabella with the other. âLogically, Iâm sure heâs fully aware of all these problems. But emotionally, he just canât fix them, as much as he desperately wants to.â
âSoâŚâ Conner repeated. âWhat do I do?â
âEducate yourself, for the time being. I told you what I believe, take that into account if you wish.â Damian shrugged. âBut in the meantime, just stay with him. Know heâs trying, even through your mutual frustrations. And as clichĂŠ as it is, donât go to bed angry.â
âWhat?â
âItâsâŚwhat Jon did.â Damian admitted quietly. âWe would have fights that probably rival you and Drakeâs. One of us would often storm off, without anything being solved.â Damian looked at Isabella, giving a soft smile. âButâŚevery night, even if it was past midnight, Jon would come home, or find me wherever I went, and just lay in the bed with me. We didnât always apologize, or even say anything. But we still went to bed together, still held each other.â
Conner waited.
âIt didnât fix everything, or probably really anything, but it was evidence, to that little demon in my brain.â Damian continued. âItâŚalso helped when I, when we, left the costumes. But Iâd never ask that, or even suggest that, to you or him.â
Conner smiled. âBecause you and Tim are different people.â Damian chuckled. âAnd you each need different solutions.â
âSo you do listen sometimes.â Damian shook his head. Just as he did, he got a text, his phone buzzing underneath some of the papers on his desk. Already having a feeling he knew who it was, he dug it out and picked it up.
It was a picture. Tim lying pathetically on his living room floor, surrounded by many of their pets, clinging to the closest cat.
I believe heâs here looking for you.
Damian snorted, texting back, âBe home soon. Please speak with him in the meantime about how you and your brotherâs minds work. Also ask him what he wants for dinner, since it appears weâre having guests.â
âI should charge you and Drake for therapy services.â Damian murmured, lifting his phone to snap his own photo of Conner, slumped childishly in his chair. He sent it immediately.
Jon quickly responded. Niceeeeeeeee.
Damian grinned at the childish response, then glanced down to the dog at his side. âWould you also like to accompany us for dinner, Izzie?â
Isabella barked and wagged her tail.
âWhat?â Conner asked dumbly. âWhoâs going to dinner?â
âYou.â Damian hummed, standing. âAnd then Iâm locking you and Drake in our guest room where you can fight or fuck it out. You choose. Then youâll be staying the night.â
Conner shook his head. âGot patrol tonight.â
âAs Iâm sure Drake did too. But considering heâs currently trying to smother himself in the fur of my cat, I believe those plans are all cancelled.â Damian walked by, Isabella following, grabbing his car keys from the hook by the door. âAlso, if you really think youâre leaving without staying the night, you donât know your own brother as well as you believe you do.â
Conner groaned, but stood anyway, following behind Isabella like a scolded child. âI wasâŚkind of hoping Jon wouldnât know I was here.â
âAnd I would have let that happen if my brother didnât show up on his officeâs doorstep as well.â Damian smirked, opening the door. âYou and Drake are predictable and far too similar.â
âAlmost like weâre an old married couple.â Conner drawled. Damian laughed. ââŚThanks for your help, though. I do appreciate it.â
âIâll accept that appreciation only if anything I told you actually helps Drake heal, in any way.â Damian countered. He hesitated in the hallway, though, and glanced back. âRemember, this process will take time.â
âI know.â Conner smiled, he put a hand on Damianâs shoulder. âThatâs why if you lock us in your guest room tonight, weâre absolutely fucking. Because this fight wonât be over for a long time.â
Damian frowned. âYouâre disgusting.â
âBut you love me?â Conner tried, waving to the front desk staff as they walked out.
Damian sighed as Isabella ran ahead, jumping and barking back at them. âOnly for the sake of my boyfriend and my brother. And even then, only sometimes.â
âIâll take sometimes as a win.â Conner grinned as they got into Damianâs car. Isabella happily wiggled in Connerâs lap. âNow, chauffeur, please deliver me to my husband.â
Damian just sighed and pulled out of the lot.
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Digimon Adventure 2020 Ep 13 Reaction
A strange blend of âthings that feel wonderfully nostalgicâ and âsuddenly, Star Wars (with bees).â
Man, Toei is having a field day with taking inspiration from other franchises lately! One moment Iâm grinning at the nostalgic âhey Koushiro, Iâll hit your tablet to make it work!â jokes and the traditional Digital World jungle setting. The next, Iâm like...
Giant... bee... space... ship? Captured natives? Disposing of the heroes in the garbage compactor? I canât decide if this is amazing and fun, or if Iâm more in the âwait, wutâ camp!
But first of all, THESE KIDS ARE GIVING ME HEART ATTACKS FLYING ON BIRDRAMON WITH A LOG SEAT. Like, of course someone fell! Good god, how are these children surviving this stuff? Are they made of steel?!
ANYWHO, we see more of Soraâs compassion in this ep. She insists on helping the (really freaking cute) Funbeemon, even after theyâve saved Jyou-
Speaking of Jyou for a sec- Jesus, kid. First, heâs air sick. Then, he falls from waaaaay up high. THEN, he gets captured... THEN! Heâs thrown in the garbage compactor. THEN!!!! He doesnât have the sense to move out from under the chute?!?!?! THEN HE CRIES TO GOMAMON (WHO IS! NOT THERE!!!!) FOR A HUG BECAUSE HE IS COLD! THEN HE DOESNâT MOVE WHEN SORA WARNS HIM TO AND ALMOST GETS CRUMBLED WITH A WALL. THEN GOMAMON SURFS IN ON A WAVE OF FISH, AND I AM DEAD, AND THEN THEY HUG AND I CRY, and I swear they gave the pairâs likability entirely to Gomamon, like Gomamon is overflowing with the goodness and lovability of at least three characters. AND THEN JYOU IS PANICKING BECAUSE THEY ARE SURROUNDED! AND THEN JYOU FALLS AGAIN, AND GOMAMON LANDS ON HIS TUM AND HE GOES OOOOF! AND THEN THEY BACK SORA UP AGAIN AS SHE TRIES TO HELP DIGIMON BECAUSE HE! IS! A GOOD DISASTER CHILD!
Iâd say something like, âAre you okay, Jyou?â But we all know the answer. What a mess! Like, THIS ISNâT EVEN YOUR EPISODE, GET IT TOGETHER!
Ahem.
ANYWAY, this ep showcases Soraâs compassion a second time, and we have it direct from Sora that she is personally choosing to take up responsibility for not only saving earth, but the digimon, too. Sheâs doing it out of compassion, but... Kiddo, please be careful. Thatâs a lot on anyoneâs shoulders. I wonder if weâll see the fatigue that loving that much tends to cause in the reboot, like we did in Adventure? Iâm definitely interested in how the series handles this as time goes on. Sora was so good in this ep, but Iâm also hoping these are seeds to explore the downside of having such a huge heart and the willpower to carry through!
(Hopefully I donât sound like Iâm complaining! I thought this was a great episode for Sora, soooo much better than her intro episode. Iâm just personally interested in this topic, and I always hope for more character exploration.)
 And I found the mutual respect between Sora and Yamato so, so interesting. You know... We all know that Taichi and Yamato simultaneously respect each other and butt heads throughout all of the original Adventure material. Over time, we see that Yamato actually respects Taichi so damned much that he gets personally offended when Taichi is âfaltering,â from Yamatoâs perspective. Â
But Yamato has always treated Sora respectfully, and we are seeing that in this ep in such a huge way. He was able to foresee what Sora would want to do, based on the Neamon incident. This time, instead of fighting it... He offers his own plan (get captured on purpose to rescue Jyou and Gomamon) and follows her... slap-dash two step plan without question to rescue the remaining captives. And after he does his part, he just... Just waits for her to get her end done, knowing that the power balance is all off (adult vs perfect form). This indicates how much he respects Sora, but also how heâs stepped up since trying to go his own way a few times already in the Reboot.
And Iâm just saying, if someone was going to inspire this level of trust in me, personally... Well, Iâd go with Sora, too. Good choice, Yams.
(Yamato I think is the closest we have to a fully-fleshed character so far, with both good points, bad points, and a ton to respect about him despite everything. Although Gomamon is the only one who is somehow getting away with being a pure, flawless ball of perfection).
AND THE NEXT EP IS KOU-CHAN! HOW WILL I MAKE IT TO NEXT SUNDAY! IâM SO, SO READY! I wonder why Koushiro has âan older model tablet,â according to Mimi (who would certainly know!). Ugh, I loved Mimi leaning over to see Koushiroâs tablet, KOUSHIRO SO SO SMOL. And another note, Taichi and Agumonâs in-sync hive mind bit at the end? God, I love it.
It kind of makes me assume that thereâs sentimental value to Koushiroâs tablet! Or maybe heâs so attached to it because heâs placing so much of his self worth in his abilities, which he canât utilize without the tablet? Ie, without the tablet, Iâm worthless... But then, in that case, it would make sense for him to use the latest tech! Hmm... Maybe he just canât afford it? Or is there something else here...
WE SHALL SEE!!!!!
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ATEEZ trying mutual masturbation with you
â°Seonghwa:
Seonghwa is down to try anything that includes you and him in a bed naked together
And he already is a dominant person as your bf, but heâs still gentle and sweet
But he loved any chance to break out of his sweet and gentle nature
Which he never failed to show you when it comes to your sexual experiences with him
So youâll always get a little bit more of his dominant side, even when he wasnât allowed to touch you
And you bet he was more than ready to take you up on your offer
He finds fun in this way more than youâd thinkÂ
So youâll be surprised to see how you will end up being the one who couldn't handle not touching him
And did he take this opportunity to tease you? 100% most definitely he didÂ
Seonghwa will keep eye contact as he rubbed his growing cock, saying the dirtiest shit to you
âFuck, look how hard I am getting for you. Too bad you canât suck me offâÂ
âYou like watching me stroke my cock like this, donât you?â
Heâll even start instructing you on how to touch yourself
âOpen your legs wider, let daddy see you finger yourselfâ
His eye contact will be so intense
Ends up controlling the situation
âDonât cum without meâ
When he lets you cum, heâll continue to watch youÂ
Then heâd release himself, groaning shamelessly as he cums on his thigh
â°Hongjoong:
Is crazy in love with masturbating with you
Like the idea is so exhilarating to him
Boy strokes his cock very quicklyÂ
And moans super loudly
Enjoys it more than you do tbh
Like doing something he once only did in private in front of you was exciting to him
Edges himself to try to last longer than you
Like heâll jerk himself off until he feels like heâll cum
But then heâll stop himself and catch his breath
Is the type to still find ways to touch you
Bc as much as he tried, he just has to
Like when you least expect it, heâll grab you by the neck and sloppily makeout with you for like 10 secs
And his lips would be on yours before you could do anything about it cheater
Heâll also nibble on your neckÂ
But like itâs helping you get closer to your climax so you wouldnât mind
He really gets lost in the moment tbh and will probably end up cumming before you anyways
Expect to witness how he sounds as heâs getting himself off when youâre not around
Like how heâd let out a few staggering moans and grunt as he came
And he cums all over his stomach
If youâre still not done, heâll offer to eat you out until you were
â°Yunho:
Letâs be honest, Yunho is lowkey a very dirty minded one
Like normally, heâs a soft ass who makes jokes that genuinely make you laugh sometimes
But heâs a completely different person when it comes to all things sexualÂ
And heâs down to try almost anything with you
But when you brought mutual masturbation on the table, he would giggle
Normally, heâd stop being goofy when it comes to said sexual things, especially when youâre going to be completely naked
But you two were masturbating by each other in bed, and he found that to be kind of funny a childish manâ˘
But then he would hate the idea of not being able to touch you
So he really though this through before agreeing
Even though he knew it wasn't his cup of tea, he decided to do it once for you
He was still going to have fun with you regardless
Ok so probably halfway in, he somehow turns it into a competition bc boyâs competitiveÂ
So heâll watch your every move and tries to make himself last as long as you
"Youâre going to cum before me, I just know itâ
You two would end up competing to see who cums last
And heâll hold it in until you couldnât
You could see him struggle to hold himself in, but as soon you came, so did he
Cums all over the sheets same as if he were by himself
Laughs afterwards, telling you to never suggest that ever again unless you wanted to lose...again
â°Yeosang:
Tbh is so fucking awkward about it at first
Like heâll mess up with even taking off his own clothes bc he has no clue on what to expect
Is quiet at the start
Is a bit timid because heâs jerking off while youâre there, something he usually just did by himself
Even though youâre also touching yourself, he still feels shy
But once he sees that youâre getting into it, youâll see him growÂ
His eyes would go back and forth between your face to your fingers
Heâd lick his lips as he watched you rubbed your clit and finger yourself
Heâll move closer to you, groaning and enthralled, looking down at his own cock occasionally as he played with himselfÂ
He finds that he actually likes it...well, for the most part
Heâd like it even more if you let him at least kiss you
Yeosangâs very sensual when it comes to doing intimate things with you
So he would end up kissing you deeply as he continued to stroke himself
And his kisses would be so slow and comforting
So if you were nervous before, like him, youâll both end up enjoying it more than when you started
It would be a pretty lengthy experience with him, and he prefers to take his time with it
Yeosang would make it into something more than just masturbating next to each other
And heâs very patient with you, so if you werenât ready to cum at the same time he was, he wouldnât mind holding it inÂ
Would love to cum on your stomach or anywhere on your body since youâre there, he finds it more intimate that way
â°San:
When you first ask San to try it, heâs super excited
Like this boy will love trying anything sexual with you
But then almost instantly regrets it
He just would not have the patience
Literally this boy could probs jerk off 2-3x a day easilyÂ
You would think he would be into it for that reason aloneÂ
But honestly he would rather not touch himself when youâre literally right there
And heâll tell you that
âwHy CaNât wE jUsT fUcK?â annoying ass
Like you being right in front of him while he touches himself is one thing
And you being naked is another thing
But you touching yourself while naked??? and in front of him???Â
And youâre telling him he can touch himself but canât touch you????
Thatâs a big FUCKÂ and NOÂ in Sanâs book
Will most definitely try to touch you, so youâre going to have to swat his hand away multiple times
Does it on purpose and itâs obvious
âAre you sure you donât want me to do that for you?â
Honestly youâre going to have to deal with him one of two ways Â
You could 1. promise to try something heâs been wanting to try with you
And just like that, he would switch up and comply with you
Like suddenly there would be enthusiasm
However, this lil shit would just hurry up and try his best to cum fast so he could get it over with so he could try that new something
Or 2. just give the boy the head/quickie he wants
Either way, San wins
â°Mingi:
First of all, Mingi would try anything with you, no matter how unsure he was about it
And boy was he unsure about this
But heâll try his best bc he's whipped for you
Expect lots of questions though
âSo I just touch myself?â
âMhm.â
âLike this?â
âMingi, have you not masturbated beforeâ
Youâre going to be the one guiding him since heâs never done it before in front of you or probably anyoneÂ
Is so fucking nervous and might need a little help getting hard at first
âJust touch yourself like how you normally wouldâ
â...Okay, Iâll tryâ
And so heâll close his eyes and naturally start stroking himself as if heâs the only one there
Breathes loudly and bites his lip, and heâll open his eyes to look at you every now and thenÂ
His glancing will turn into staring and admiring you
Becomes so tempted to touch you
Especially when youâre sprawled out like that with your legs spread as youâre moaning and watching him back
It makes him so weak
âI really want to touch you right now, baby. This is so hardâ
But doesnât reach out to touch you or anything bc he wants to still give it his all for you
Asks if you were close, and waits so that you both could cum together
He really just wants to take in whatever he could from the experience
Releases himself quietly bc he likes hearing your moans
So much more when he hears you moan his name
Leaves a mess as heâs cumming, gets a little bit on you
Would only try it again if you two were going to touch each other, bc he would find it more enjoyable that way
â°Wooyoung:
Another impatient bitch
Literally whines the entire time
Doesnât get the point of doing it because youâre right there
âLetâs just have sex insteadâ-Wooyoung one minute in
You probably wonât enjoy it for this reason in particular
Tries to get you to change your mind about trying it out
âWouldnât it be better if IÂ finger you and you jerk me off? Wouldnât that be more fun?â
âI feel like if I wanted to touch myself I would do it on my own, you know?â
When he sees you wouldnât let him get his way, he stops pleading with you and gives you what you want
So heâll pretend heâs getting into it
And youâll never know he was just fakingÂ
That's his way of finding a way out of itÂ
Bc this one was not about to cum from stroking himself when youâre with him
So you better believe heâll stroke himself super slowly and just wait for you to cum first
And the second you do so, it gets him even hornier
So before you knew it, heâll be on top of youÂ
âWell, looks like I failed at this. I have no choice but to fuck youâ
Youâll probably never try this with him again bc this one practically sees it as a form of torture
â°Jongho:
Tbh when you bring it up with Jongho, heâll be confused
Like it didnât make sense for you to touch yourself in front of him when he was there, and vice versa
Goes in very skeptical, but heâll still try it with you bc you wanted to
Doesnât get hard right away because heâs extremely shy about it
Like even just normal intimacy with you made him hella shy alreadyÂ
So jerking off in front of you is something he's not going to get used to any time soon
Thinks itâs something that should just stay in private
So heâll have that mindset going though with it
But again, bc he loves you, heâll do it with you
Even though heâd rather touch you and not himself at the moment
So heâd sigh and agree reluctantly
But when he sees you enjoying yourself, he starts growing and getting all hot and bothered
And heâll have a change of heart when he hears you moaning his name
Is more fascinated with how you masturbate more than anything
âIs...this how you do it all the time? You moan my name?â
So heâll end up watching you for the most part and doesnât really tend to himself
So his hands just kind of sit on his hard member, rubbing slowly at the sight of you
Before he knew it, youâll end up cumming before him
And then heâll feel awkward bc youâre already finished and just watching him touch himself
Youâre probably going to help him finish bc he was now sexually frustrated and unable to cum on his own
#ateez#ateez reactions#ateez smut#hongjoong#seonghwa#yunho#yeosang#san#mingi#wooyoung#jongho#ateez imagines#kim hongjoong#park seonghwa#jeong yunho#kang yeosang#choi san#jung wooyoung#choi jongho
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A Whole Mess of Unused Keys To The Kingdom Content
Because sometimes when Iâm working on Keys, I get overzealous and write scenes that donât contribute anything so I decide to cut them out or change them to make the flow better. So hereâs a bunch of unfinished scenes from the first third of the fic (since we just passed the first third of it, Iâm sure Iâll make a follow up to this once we get 2/3s done with it). Make of these what you will, Iâll try my best to explain why they were cut as we go along:Â
From Chapter 7; I largely cut this bit when I remembered Kairi would actually know who Aerith is because of KH1, but of course I didnât remember that until AFTER I wrote this scene out, either way its a pleasant interaction between the two, I think, even if I cut it because it makes no sense in terms of what actually happened in past games (I also had to straight up screencap this one bc its on word and my use of word expired so it wonât let me straight up copy stuff anymore lol):Â
From Ch. 17; I originally wanted the Moana chapters to sort of carry all of the same songs as the movie did? And for the most part they do, what with Your Welcome and Know Who You Are and stuff like that but when I got to Tamatoa, I realized that the Shiny scene just wasnât working as a musical number, hence I rewrote the whole thing and cut all this out:Â
âBecause if you are⌠I will gladly do so. In song form!â
Sora and Moana only had the briefest chance to look to each other, absolutely confused before Tamatoa launched into said song, one that was filled with nothing but all the self-adulation the crab could possibly give. Which, of course, was quite a lot.Â
âWell, Tamatoa hasnât always been this glam.Â
I was a drab little crab once.Â
Now I know I can be happy as a clam,
Because Iâm beautiful, baby!â
To show off said beauty, Tamatoa began to spin around his cavern, allowing the mass of treasure heâd collected to glisten off its walls as he continued to latch onto his captive pair all the while.Â
âDid your granny say listen to your heart?
Be who you are on the inside?
I need three words to tear her argument apart:
Your granny LIED!
Iâd rather be shiny!
Like a treasure from a sunken pirate wreck,
Scrub the deck,Â
And make it look shiny!Â
I will sparkle like a wealthy womanâs neck--
Just a sec-â
Tamatoaâ already wide grin grew as he glance up at the pool of water hanging above his head, one that was filled with a swarming school of fish just waiting to be devoured.Â
âDontcha know--
Fish are dumb, dumb, dumb,
They chase anything that glitters!
Beginners!Â
Oh, and here they come, come, come,Â
To the brightest thing that glitters!â
The giant crab opened his maw wide as the fish swam down toward him, attracted by his glistening glow as they fell directly into his waiting mouth.Â
âMm, fish dinners!
I just love free food,
And you look like seafoodâŚâ
From Ch. 22; Iâm surprised the longest chapter of Keys so far doesnât have more cut content but I had started writing this bit before realizing that it would have been redundant. I wanted this information to be explained to Sora and the reader at the same time to give it more potency and emotional weight, hence why I cut this out (also cut it out to give more flow following the scene between Kairi and Axel near the beginning of the chapter that this would have immediately been after):Â
Despite this reassuring thought, the mood the pair was met with upon venturing back into the house was anything but based on the first thing they heard upon entering. âWhat do you mean thereâs nothing more you can do for him?!â Donald asked, both him and Goofy looking to Aerith for answers.Â
For her part, Aerith still remained as calm as she had been before, though she did let out a small, sad sigh, stealing a glance back at Sora as he lay, still unconscious, on the makeshift cot behind her. âIâve healed just about all of his wounds, but⌠to be honest, there werenât even that many of them,â she began to explain. âThe problem is that he was poisoned. Heavily poisoned at that.â
âSo? Canât ya just get rid of the poison using some sort of spell?â Yuffie asked.Â
Aerith shook her head. âI tried that, several different spells in fact, but⌠none of them worked. Iâve never seen anything like it before. Whatever kind of magic Maleficent created it from must have been very powerful and very devastating, but⌠she definitely knew what she was doing when she cast it on him. Itâs like she gave him just enough to incapacitate him completely. Any more than whatâs already flowing through his blood stream would have-â She stopped short as she happened to glance over Kairiâs way, a brief spark of dread flashing through her expression before she put a hasty end to her explanation. âUm⌠n-never mind.â
From Ch. 26; the longest cut scene so far, pretty much a song-less version of Iâve Got a Dream (which I happen to be listening to while posting this, oh the irony); Itâs a cute, fun little scene but it ultimately adds nothing to either the Tangled side of things or the original Keys side of things. In fact it kind of ruined the entire chapterâs pacing as a whole (I didnât cut this out until the chapter was done as a matter of fact). Anyway here it is, because I still like it but again, it brought the chapter crawling to a huge grinding halt and I didnât want that:Â
âBut more might show up,â Sora pointed out. âItâs hard to tell when they might-â
âYep, exactly,â Flynn interjected hastily. âWhich is why maybe we should get out of the woods for a bit. Just to wait âem out. Is anyone hungry? I know a great place for lunch.â
âLunch?â Sora raised a curious eyebrow at this. âI thought you wanted to get to the kingdom as soon as possible.â
âYeah, well, we canât do that on an empty stomach,â Flynn urged the others to follow him. âNow come on. Youâll know the place when you smell it.â
***
The place Flynn led the group to was rather underwhelming compared to how heâd described it:Â a squat, rather misshapen building that certainly looked its age based on the withering wood it was built from. It was practically propped up against the overgrown tree it stood in the shadows of, casting the entire restaurant in a rather shady light.Â
âAaaaand here we are!â Flynn grinned in satisfaction as he began making his way down the path that led to the diner. âThe Snuggly Duckling. Donât worry, very quaint place, perfect for you, blondie. Donât want you scaring again and giving up on this whole endeavor now, do we?â
âWell⌠I do like ducklings,â Rapunzel shrugged with an oblivious smile.Â
âYay!â Flynn returned her bright grin almost mockingly.Â
âSo, what makes this place so âgreatâ anyway?â Sora asked, curiously.Â
âOh, youâll seeâŚâ Flynn said, an air of mystery even as he threw the restaurant's door open. âGarcon! Your finest table, please!â
Rapunzel couldnât hold back a terrified gasp upon getting her first glimpse at the other patrons of the restaurant. If there were any men who fit the description of âruffians and thugsâ perfectly, then they were all right at home in this restaurant, or tavern, to be more precise. The dingy dining room was packed with all manner of big, burly men, a vast majority of whom were scarred, unwashed, or weapon-wielding as they all turned their intimidating glares toward the group that had just stepped through the door. Rapunzel didnât hesitate to lift her frying pan up in self defense and likewise, the trio was somewhat on edge as well, only barely hesitating to summon their weapons since none of the thugs had really made a move to attack them. Even so, they didnât really rule out the option that they might based on the threatening manner they all mutually carried.Â
âYou smell that?â Flynn was still grinning as he began to guide Rapunzel onward into the tavern, despite the fact that she was clearly terrified by the frightening assemblage around her. âTake a deep breath through the nose. Really let that seep in. What are you guys getting? To me, itâs part man-smell, and the other part is really bad man-smell. I donât know why, but overall it smells like the color brown. Your thoughts, sunshine?â he asked Rapunzel, who let out a horrified gasp as one of the thugs suddenly grabbed her hair.Â
âThatâs a lot of hairâŚâ the thug noted, even as Rapunzel hastily pulled it away from him so she could flee.Â
âSheâs growing it out,â Flynn remarked. âSay, is that blood in your mustache? Blondie, look at all the blood in his mustache!â
âHey, Flynn?â Sora interjected, his expression aptly suspicious in light of the circumstances. âWhatâs the big idea here?âÂ
âWhy, I have no idea what you mean, kid,â Flynn rebuffed, feigning innocence. âI just wanted to give blondie a taste of a real five star establishment here.â
âThis is what you call five-star?â Donald asked dubiously.Â
â...More or less.â
âI dunno⌠Rapunzel looks awfully scared... â Goofy frowned, glancing over at Rapunzel, who had essentially backed herself into a corner, her hair bundled up in her arms and her frying pan still held at the ready to attack.Â
âWell, hey, you know, if thatâs the case, then maybe we should just take her home and call it a day,â Flynn shrugged apathetically. âSheâd probably be better off anyway. If she canât handle this place, then maybe she should just go back to her tower.â
Despite his smooth, convincing grin, the trio only offered him a shared, disapproving glance at this, none of them on board with his plan to coax Rapunzel back into the sheltered, stifled life sheâd known before. Still, Flynn didnât get much of a chance to sway them otherwise as one of the larger thugs suddenly spun him around roughly to face him.Â
âIs this you?â the thug asked, pointing to the wanted poster in his hand that sure enough, depicted Flynn Rider.Â
âUh⌠n-no?â Flynn shrugged, hoping the man would somehow believe him.Â
âOh, itâs him alright,â another thug, one with a hoof in the place of one of his hands, spoke up with a greedy grin. âYou!â he pointed to another nearby ruffian. âGo get some guards. And as for you,â the thug used his hook to pull Flynn in by the collar of his shirt. âThat reward is gonna buy me a new hook.â
âI could use the money,â another thug stepped in, grabbing Flynn roughly before another one did the same.Â
âWhat about me? Iâm broke!â
âNo, that reward is mine!â
âBut I want it!â
From there, an all out brawl began to break out between the thugs, with each of them clamoring to apprehend Flynn so they could claim the hefty prize that came along with his capture. Rapunzel and the trio were aptly startled by this sudden, violent shift, and even though they were greatly outnumbered, they all rushed in to try to put a stop to it.Â
âR-ruffians! Please, stop!â Rapunzel cried anxiously.Â
âYeah! Leave him alone!â Sora shouted, finally calling upon his Keyblade. Donald and Goofy gaped at this, both of them realizing that Sora was more than likely to get himself into an unnecessary scuffle in doing so, but that hardly seemed to matter to him as he joined Rapunzel in trying to pick through the burly crowd Flynn was struggling to escape.Â
The hook-handed thug was just about posed to land a heavy blow to Flynnâs jaw to cease that struggle when Rapunzel finally put a stark end to the aggressive outburst. All it took was using her hair as a whip to land a sharp, yet effective blow to said thugâs bald head, to get everyone to freeze in surprise at just how bold this unassuming girl seemed to be.Â
âPut him down!â Rapunzel ordered fiercely, catching an ire-filled glare from the thug in the process. She gasped, afraid as the thug began to approach her, pulling out the axe hanging from his back as he did. Fortunately for her though, Sora hurried in to her defense just in time.Â
âBack off!â he warned, brandishing his Keyblade against the much-larger thugâs weapon.Â
âTch, what are you gonna do with a key that fancy, kid?â the thug sneered. âUnlock the worldâs biggest door?â
âOh, believe me, you donât wanna see what I can really do with it,â Sora retorted, more than ready to use it to keep both Rapunzel and Flynn safe.Â
âSora-â Donald and Goofy tried to mutually protest, though it didnât really do much good as the thug inched his axe in closer.Â
âTry me,â he growled coldly.
âW-wait!â Rapunzel interrupted from her spot behind Sora, not wanting to see any additional fighting break out. âL-listen, â she pleaded with the hook-handed thug. âI donât know where I am, and I need him,â she pointed her frying pan at Flynn, who was still being held aloft by the rest of the thugs. âTo take me to see the lanterns because Iâve been dreaming about seeing them my entire life! Find your humanity! Havenât any of you ever had a dream?!â
The thug said nothing to this at first, his expression still just as stoic as dense silence filled the bar. That is, until that stoicism finally wavered into a softer, wistful expression. âI⌠had a dream onceâŚâ With this, he tossed his axe aside, and as it struck one of the barâs already weapon-ridden walls, he headed over to the piano on stage and began to play a surprisingly jaunty, upbeat tune. âIâve always yearned to be a concert pianist!â
At this, the other thugs in the pub began to ease up a bit as well as a few of them started voicing their own hopes and dreams. âI really want to make a love connection!â a rather large-nosed ruffian proclaimed with a romantic gleam in his eyes.Â
âI want to quit and be a florist!â another thug cried as he quickly began fashioning a surprisingly lovely floral arrangement.Â
âInterior design!â a ruffian remarked with a flippant flair as he expertly rearranged a small corner of the pub.Â
âUlf here is into mine,â a thug pointed out his companion, who sure enough was playfully miming next to where Flynn was sullenly hanging as he watched this ridiculous display play out. Even so, Rapunzel was instantly charmed by it, and likewise, the trio eased up, confused yet curious to see where this bizarre and wholesome scene might be going.Â
âYou have to try Attilaâs cupcakes, theyâre sublime!âÂ
âI knit!â
âI sew!â
âI do little puppet shows!â
âAnd Vladimir collects ceramic unicorns!âÂ
âWhat about you?â the hook handed man asked Flynn with a suspicious glare.Â
âIâm sorry, me?â Flynn scoffed, rolling his eyes.Â
âWhatâs your dream?â the big-nosed thug pulled him down off the hook he was hanging from.Â
âNo, no, boys,â he rebuffed with a laugh. âIâm not into the whole sappy dream thing.â He quickly changed his tune however, as just about all of the thugs pointed their deadly weapons right at him threateningly. âAh-ha⌠o-ok, well⌠I-Iâd like to be filthy rich and live on my own private island faaaar away from anyone else. Does that work for you fellas, or what?â
The thugs let out a rowdy shout, catching Flynn off guard once more as they all threw him up into the air once more. At the same time, Rapunzel climbed up onto one of the tables, more than eager to voice her own life-long desire as well. âIâve got a dream too!â she announced brightly, all of the thugs turning to her to hear it. âI want to see the floating lanterns! You know, todayâs the first time Iâve ever left my tower, but Iâm so glad I did after everything Iâve seen and all of the lovely people Iâve met like all of you!â The thugs all let out a solid cheer of support at this as Rapunzel grinned down at the trio standing on the ground next to her. âWhat about you guys?â she asked them curiously. âDo you have a dream too?â
âOh, uhâŚâ Sora hesitated, facing sudden scrutiny from both the thugs and from Donald, who was sending him the unspoken order to maintain the world order in his answer. âW-we⌠we want to find a special Key and use it and a bunch of others to help our friends!â he proclaimed, knowing that was a very simplified version of the whole story, but fortunately, it was enough to satisfy his companions and the pug thugs alike.Â
âSo you see?â Rapunzel turned back to the thugs, still maintaining her warm grin. âWeâre all not so different after all! We all have dreams we want to see come true someday!â
The thugs and ruffians all let out another round of cheers at this, their excitement palpable in the aftermath of everyone sharing those dreams. The levity wasnât able to last too long, however, as the tavern door burst open to reveal the thug that had been sent off just a while ago. âIâve found the guards!â he announced, sending a startled ripple through the entire pub.Â
Even so, Flynn wasted no time in grabbing Rapunzel and the trio alike at this, pulling them all out of sight as a handful of armored soldiers stormed in. âWhereâs Rider?!â the captain demanded. âWhere is he?! I know heâs in here somewhere. Find him! Turn the place upside down if you have to!â
The captain only barely missed spotting the group hiding under the bar, not really having anywhere else to go, especially as even more guards filed in. Flynn narrowly peaked over the edge of the bar to see that they werenât the only ones either, as he just so happened to spot them toting in his now-arrested former partners in crime: the Stabbington Brothers. Former, in the sense that heâd been the one to abandon them with the prize theyâd stolen together, not only to escape the guards but that first round of marauding Heartless alike.Â
Yet despite Flynnâs apt panic at such a daunting situation, the entire group was caught off guard by the hook handed thug. He said nothing as he joined them behind the bar, instead nodding for the group to silently follow him over to the far side of it. From there, with the flick of a single inconspicuous switch, a secret door opened up, revealing a passageway down into a cavern that led out of the pub completely. Just about the best means of escape they were going to get, all things considered.Â
âGo,â the thug whispered with a warm smile. âLive your dreams.â
âI will,â Flynn replied, immensely relieved.Â
âYour dream stinks,â the thug scowled. âI was talking to them,â he nodded to Rapunzel and the trio. Flynn simply carried an annoyed scowl as he began to crawl into the passageway.Â
âThanks for everything,â Rapunzel said, the trio offering the same grateful sentiments as they also began to make their way into the cavern. They did so just in time as the hook-handed thug closed the door to the passage way up, concealing it from sight right before the guards began to search behind the bar, only to find not a single sign of Flynn Rider, or anyone else for that matter, to speak of.Â
From Ch. 27: aka the chapter Iâm currently working on. Idk Tangled has a lot of scenes that went unused in KH3â˛s take on things and I figured this one would be necessary to explain why Rapunzel and Eugene got separated but I only ended up writing a paragraph or so of it last night before deciding I wanted to shift focus back over to the trio instead at that point. So here it is:Â
âAh! There you are!â Eugene greeted the Stabbington Brothers with a show of faux camaraderie, knowing he was just about the last person they probably wanted to see in light of his earlier betrayal. âIâve been searching everywhere for you guys since we got separated. The sideburns are coming in nice, huh?â The brothers simply eyed him harshly at this, silently telling him to get the point already. âA-anyhow, I just wanted to say that I shouldnât have split. The crown is all yours.â He tossed the satchel their way, the crown spilling out of it as it landed. âIâll miss you, but I think itâs for the⌠best...âÂ
He trailed off as one of the brothers stood to approach him, hardly paying any mind to the crown as he did. âHolding out on us again, eh, Rider?â
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Happily ever after - Jensen Ackles x Reader
Title: Happily ever after
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Warnings: None
Prompt: Can you write a Jensen x Reader where the reader is like 24 and a shy, aspiring author who owns a bookstore. Jensen goes in one day and sees her and talks to her but sheâs really awkward and quiet. Heâs nervous to ask her out and comes back virtually every day to talk to her and then finally gets the courage to ask her out? Thanks!
You had been staring and rereading the same line for what felt like an eternity now. But despite how interesting the book was, your mind simply refused to focus on it and just like a clockwork, you'd glance every one minute at the clock on the wall. Chewing on your lower lip, nervous and disappointed to see that time just refused to pass by. You shook your head and let out a frustrated sigh. Wether you were frustrated with time for not going by faster or yourself for being unable to stop thinking so much about it, or maybe him, you didn't know. You just wished you could stop.
Just like you could wish you'd stop jumping and looking at the door every time the bell rang. Because you only got disappointed to see it was another customer, which shouldn't really be the normal reaction for any bookstore owner that wanted and needed to make money but it happened inevitably; your heart dropped and a small sad sigh left your lips. The things that man did to you.
You gave a small smile to the newest customer, adding a âIf you need any help don't hesitate to ask me.â and when you got a nod from the girl, you went back to fidgeting with the page of your book.
You could stop looking at either the clock or the door, hoping he'd walk in any minute now the way he'd done all that time ago and put your wildly-beating heart to rest, or at least calm a bit.
-Flashback-
âUhm hello?â you heard a gruff voice only a couple seconds right after the small bell on the door rang, indicating a new customer was in âIs anybody here?â
âBe right there with you in a sec!â you said as loud and clear as you possibly could, trying to pile up all the books you needed to carry but only managing to take hold of half of them. Yet somehow you managed to hide yourself behind the pile. Your steps were careful and slow, making sure no books fell over as you brought them all to the front desk.
âAre you sure you don't want any help with that?â you heard the voice say in sympathy, the fact that sounded so familiar totally going over your head because of how focused you were to balance everything. The only glimpse you got was of a tall and broad figure but again didn't give it a second thought.
âNope, I'm for most part fine. Almost. But you're the customer so- whoa!â you stopped for a second when the books swinged in your hands âKind of the policy here, it's my job to help you. But, you know, maybe if you were Dean Winchester I really think I'd use that extra hand.â
An undeniably beautiful chuckle left his lips and was soon followed by the words âNot exactly, but I'm probably the closest you'll get to that.â
And this time it did register in your mind, which you regretted because it made your balance slip away in a matter of second. Your curiosity and hopes got the best of you and you dared look past your books to meet the ever-so-striking green eyes of the man you'd just thought about. And it happened just like that, in mere seconds, that the books were falling right off your hands.
âShitâ you winced when one or two, or more, books hit your leg.
âOh fuck I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen!â he, being ever the wonderful guy, hurried to help you pick up all the scattered books.
âN-no, please, no. This- it's my fault and this is my job, there is no need for you to-â you sad in one breath, hurrying to gather everything and hopefully embarrass yourself less.
âAre you kidding me? This is my fault, please just let me help you.â he still insisted, and didn't even wait for another 'no' as he started picking up books as well.
âI'm such a clums sometimes, y-you don't have to.â you mumbled, growing more embarrassed with each second passing by.
âWell, I certainly didn't make things easier, did I? In fact I-â he started but the moment he looked up it was as if the entire world stopped spinning.
Almost as if time froze. And definitely everything around him except for you became blurry. He had heard the phrase so many times, all of them actually, sometimes from his own father at least when he was mostly younger but could never believe them. He thought about how he heard it over and over again when watching a movie, mostly his mother's favorite ones, while growing up. If only she saw the scene play out in front of her, she'd say it was meant to be but he couldn't let himself believe it. He had never truly believed in something like this, despite how much he'd always wanted as he remembered. And he certainly remembered reading about it over and over again, every time the author would use their own unique words put perfectly together in different sentences that got his attention but never to the point where he could feel it. Not the way he felt it when he looked back at you.
It was one of the cheesiest things he could ever experience, one of the most surreal ones and one he always believed was simply not real. A moment he wouldn't experience, even with the woman that he would end up marrying â if he ended up finding her that is. And apparently he just had, and the thought scared and excited him at the same time.
âA-are- are you alright?â you stuttered softly, eyes big and beautiful as you stared up at him, pausing for a second from gathering all the books.
But no response.
âMr Ackles? Mr Ackles are you alright? Did any of the books hit you o-or something?â you quickly resumed to gathering a few more âIf so, I'm terribly sorry.â
âI'm- I-â he blinked rapidly, shaking his head when he realized he was probably acting like an idiot. Long gone was the confidence he usually carried around after years of being an actor. He really thought after so much time, he had things under control and looked like a man who really knew how to carry himself not that he really needed to. But apparently when did need it the most, it all came crumbling down and he was feeling no older than 16 again with two shaky hands and dry mouth that refused to form any words.
âN-no.â he admitted shakily, forcing his eyes to focus on the books he was gathering and then maybe he'd remember how to breathe again âI am sorry. That- that was probably a terrible... joke. I suppose. I just-â he cleared his throat, freezing for a moment when he realized you had both gathered all your books and he'd have to look up again and see you. He didn't know what was more scary: his excitement at the prospect and his eagerness or his fear that he'd screw up. âI just wanted to make things a little more uhm comfortable. I realized that I probably didn't though. It just...â and there you knocked his breath away when your eyes met.
âI-â he blinked âI always get a bit too excited when I meet a fan. Unless you're... probably not one and only have watched like an episode or two. Which would now make this even more awkward because I guess it's a bit stupid to instantly think-â
âMr Ackles!â you nearly yelped and he immediately pressed his lips together. Realization dawned on him that he was indeed rambling and because of that, he felt heat rise up his neck to his cheeks and ears. âThere's nothing wrong with assuming I am a fan. I've actually been one for very long a-and I'm kind of... sort of... maybe... totally freaking out on the inside right now. Mr Ackles.â gosh, your soft giggle had to be the most beautiful sound he'd heard in his entire life. Alright, that was it. Great. He was a gonner.
It was like breathing. He tried to stop it but it was only for so ling he could resist it. The geedy feeling in his chest turning into that of excitement and pure happiness when you confirmed you were indeed a fan. He never thought that he'd wish for it but even more he wished deep down that you were one of those fans that did feel a different kind of way than-
He cleared his throat but in reality wanted to shake off the new kind of hope he had never felt before in his life âPlease, Mr Ackles is my father. I'm just... Jensen. I'm not that old... hopefully?â
âNo, of course not Mr- Jensen. You're not old at all Jensen, and I am not that young myself.â you gave him an insanely adorable smile that was adorned by the soft red of your cheeks. You cleared your throat softly âAnyway, how could I help you? I'm assuming you're looking for a book. Supernatural maybe? I've certainly got those! No wonder you'll be able to relate with one of the characters, although at some point it might get, well, predictable.â
Sadly a moment of silence followed after your small joked which made your smile fall. Granted, he was too caught admiring the way you spoke so softly that your voice calmed him down and your presence seemed to give him a new kind of sense he had never felt before, that he didn't hear a word you said.
You winced âTerrible one, wasn't it? I- I'm sorry.â you looked down, shaking your head âI should just focus on my job. Uh what- what were you look-â
âWhat's your name?â his lips formed the words even before his brain could comprehend it. It was his turn to wince this time âSorry uh that came out a bit weird. I uh just- you know my name a-and I really wanted to-â
â(Y/n). (Y/n) (Y/l/n).â you said softly, a smile barely visible on your lips but he certainly caught it âAnd it's ok, I- I suppose I'm acting a little weird because I honestly didn't expect that. I'm 24 and acting like I'm 16 again and it's totally unprofessional, I know.â
âFeeling's mutual.â he wished so bad he could say out loud but oh it would make things even more awkward and he didn't want it. So instead he said âNo, I'd say quiet the opposite. I'm just not making it easy for you, I'm sorry for that.â he paused, rubbing the back of his neck âSo you probably need help with those books?â he asked again when he realized you were struggling to put one on the top shelf.
âNo, please, I've got it under control.â and you did âBesides, it's fine, you're the customer you don't have to apologize for anything.â you shrugged slightly, focusing more on putting every book in its rightful place mostly to avoid meeting his eyes âSo, how can I help you?â there was something different in your voice and he realized it was your effort to avoid being any more awkward - not that he was feeling any more confident himself but at least he did do a good job at pretending to be.
Uhm well, I'm looking for a gift and the person it's meant for really likes Stephen King's writing, so I figured that a book or two for her birthday would be nice.â he saw you give a small nod, moving away from the front desk towards another place of the bookstore âShe has read almost every book so I have only a few options left and every bookstore I've been to didn't have any of it. Hard to come by I suppose.â
âStephen King, that's a great choice right there! Sometimes I swear there is nothing else I would want to read other than his books.â you said softly âEven more often, I swear there isn't a bigger inspiration than his writing. And as it seems... this is your lucky day, Jensen.â
he couldn't help want to focus only on you at the moment. You and the smile that was on your lips but you didn't really seem to notice. You seemed like the person that it would be hard for him to get a word out of you, quiet and reserved; but perhaps â and hopefully â for everything else but books. If it wasn't such a heartwarming sight that made him never want to pull his eyes away from you then he would have noticed the small chair on his way and not run straight into it, which of course he didn't until he had almost knocked it down. He was thankfully fast to catch it before it could draw your attention and he was sure he wasn't going to survive the embarrassment of that too.
âTrust me, I have a great feeling it is.â he almost whispered, or maybe he did, but he was fast to clear his throat and say even louder âI'm taking it you have Stephen King books?â
âI have all the Stephen King books.â you said with a smile full of pride and it managed to make his own smile resurface although, he wondered, had it ever disappeared? He doubted that. âSo if there is one or two she hasn't read, then this is the place to find them. Your girlfriend is a very lucky one today too.â
âOh oh no!â did he say faster than he should have? Probably yes, but he couldn't fight this. He didn't want you to think there was somebody else in his life for reasons that... he was probably a bit scared to admit to his own self too. âNo, she's... she's just a friend. Only a friend. Nothing more. Now that I think about it she's probably a very very distant relative or something like that. I'm pretty sure her aunt is-â but he stopped himself when he realized he was spilling unnecessary information to make any fear or doubt disappear. And when he actually saw the relief flash through your eyes he let himself relax as well.
âOh great!â it was that very small word that so easily had his heart jumping out of his chest âI- I mean, it's great to have such a good friend as yourself to get her a Stephen King book. I think a book in general is the best one.â
âI'm assuming you would too?â he asked softly and you hummed, nodding your head âYou uhm you said something about inspiration too. Are you, maybe, studying anything in college concerning Literature o-or something similar?â he felt like he was pushing his luck but he couldn't stop it. His curiosity and need to know you more.
âWell, more like aspiring to... you know, become an author myself.â you said in a low voice
âReally?â the awe in his voice when he breathed out the words managed to make you visibly relax âThat's incredible!â and instantly he felt so proud for the smile he managed to elicit from you âI can't even begin to describe how much I admire people that can write stories, let alone books. Being an author must be so hard but so exciting at the same time.â
âYeah, I mean sometimes. But nothing can compare to the sheer joy I get when I create new characters and a new world every time you start a story. I- I feel like I could go on about writing or reading books for hours to no end. Hence why-â you looked around you âThis bookstore. There's always plenty of inspiration around here, both literally and metaphorically. More so than my own home.â
âI can certainly imagine a bookstore is like heaven for an author and this one... you've done an incredible job with it. Does feel very homey if you ask me. Have you had it for a while now?â
He really didn't want to intrude in any kind of way and definitely didn't want to look like some kind of creep. But when the questions poured out one after the other, there was no stopping them simply because with every word he got out of you he felt like craved for more just like he craved air when he held his breath for too long.
Someone would say he could easily all those and just as many questions he wanted to get to know you over a nice dinner but if only Jensen had had enough courage. That day or any other upcoming one.
-End of Flashback-
You told yourself over and over again that you wouldn't look at the door every time you heard the bell rang because apparently the universe had decided to turn this into a busy hour, with new customers walking in every couple minutes. And yet every time you told yourself that, you went ahead and looked. You were sure that the one time you didn't look it would be him and sure, every time you resisted longer to glance but in the end you always did.
Some customers came and went, some even bought books which you were thankful for because they kept you away from your thoughts. And, once more, as if the universe wanted to play some sort of joke on you; the very second you actually forgot why you were so impatient today â the feeling was still there no matter what â there he was. You almost yelped in surprise, because it was still Jensen Ackles and even after so long you were so not used to this, but his smile thankfully immediately made you relax.
âJensen , hey.â you breathed out, only for his smile to widen if possible âI was actually starting to worry you wouldn't show up.â you wanted to kick yourself for what you just said.
âYou tell me.â he sighed, still keeping the fond smile on his lips âJared kept... messing up his lines and teasing me and we barely got a scene done in time. Today of all days he chose bring it up all the time and make me even more nervous.â he rambled as he rubbed his eyes.
âNervous about what? And... teasing you about what exactly?â you asked with a frown and he seemed to freeze for a moment.
âI'm uh- I mean I- Uhmââ he probably looked like a deer caught on headlights. He had prepared for this, he had been preparing and thinking about it for far too long but he had hoped he'd have a couple more minutes so all in all he didn't feel prepared at all.
â'S ok, don't need to get so flustered with me Ackles.â you said softly but actually with a teasing tone that after all this time you had finally just gotten comfortable enough to use around him âPlus, remembering how to breathe would be nice to, you know, keep living?â
âWell someone's in a good mood today.â his eyes met yours as he whispered softly in addition âI'm really happy to see you like this.â
âI'm happy to be like this too.â you returned the look âBut don't think this gets you off the hook. You were still considerably late today Mr. Ackles to the point I thought you weren't interested to hear how the story goes on.â
âTrust me, I would never dare miss the continuation and you know you have me on edge already. Plus-â it was getting harder to swallow and he was this close to just running away... if it wasn't for him making a fool of himself and having waited for this moment for so long that is âTo make up to you for the time we uhm wasted here because I was late how about we continue this outside of your work. As in- as in see each other besides when you're at work? You know, go somewhere nice or for a drink after- after you've closed the bookstore? Or anywhere you'd-â
âJensâ you cut him off gently and deep down he was thankful because he feared he was going to keep rambling like a flustered 16-year-old forever âAre you... asking me out?â
âWell, I uh- I-â but he shook his had a bit, taking a deep breath âYes, yes I am. So, (Y/n), would you like to go out with me... on a date, today after your work's over?â
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Girls Interrupted, Chapter 2: She Wants To Dance Like Uma Thurman, But She Canât (Vatya) 2/2 - Maeve
A/N: Hi, itâs Maeve here, and holy fuck this is long! Sorry for the wait, everyone, itâs been a real time. Iâll admit that I spent a lot of time collecting firsthand accounts of real teen parties because homegirl has never been to one of the cool kid ones. I feel no personal shame! I hope you all enjoy it. Iâm a one woman show over here, but Iâve tried to be as accurate as possible with the characterization of the queens. There are some parts of this chapter that might be a little confusing, but thatâs because the story is told through Katyaâs eyes and she doesnât always have all of the information. She will soon, though! As always, constructive criticism (really feedback of any kind) is welcome. If thereâs interest, Iâll drop my sideblog one of these days. Hereâs some petty teenage bullshit to take your mind off of the outside world.
What do normal people wear? Whatâs âinâ with the youths? Katya furrowed her brow. She grew out of following trends in middle school. The clothes werenât her, and they didnât magically assimilate her into a friend group either. So Katya was no manic pixie dream girl, more of a manic sexy carny And that was okayâŚmost of the time. There would be a wide variety of teens at the partyâAlaska ran in many different circlesâbut all of them had eyes, and Katya wasnât about to make Alaska question her judgement over unironically worn Hawaiian print. Sheâd have to pass for artistically different. Dresses were risky, so Katya opted for a pair of skintight black denim shorts and a well-worn Warner Brothers Studios shirt. A good french tuck and a statement jacket were just enough to polish off her shabby-chic ensemble. It would have to be good enough.
Katyaâs freshly washed hair had dried in loose waves that framed her face beautifully. Two things she refused to guilt herself into were shaving her legs and putting on makeup, and she wore her bangs down to hide the hairline she was so self-conscious about. It wasnât like she was trying to impress anyone. Katya had given up on that a long, long time ago. She glanced at the clock. It was only a few minutes past 6:00. Living in a constant state of perpetual anxiety was a real bitch.
Katya sighed, Wheel of Fortune and Diet Coke it is. Her parents were at the neighborhoodâs annual Back to School Barbecue, so she had the entire house to herself. She hoped there would be a familiar face or twoâor at the very least caffeineâat Alaskaâs house.
Katya could hear the music coming from the inside of Alaskaâs house through her massive front door. It was a hot and humid evening, yet Katya chose to linger in the yard. She wasnât the first one there, and she wouldnât be the last one, either; there was just something about crossing the solid oak barrier that made her presenceâŚpressing. Awkward, even.
Alaska wouldnât have invited you if she didnât want you to be here, Katya reminded herself. She knew this was trueâAlaska Honard was an absolute sweetheartâbut her paranoia got the best of her. She pulled out her phone and sent a message to âBianca del Realestâ:
Iâm outside. Walk me in? I donât wanna know if pigsâ blood comes out of denim.
Her phone vibrated seconds later with a response from Bianca:
Pussy.
Soon, the door opened, revealing a smug Bianca del Rio. Katya grinned, âYes, I do have a pussy, mama, and Iâm serving fish all night.â
Bianca howled, âI donât put things in me if I donât know where theyâve been, and youâre a filthy whore.â
âYou rotted cunt! That was a rash, not a herpes sore!â Katya protested.
âJust get your ass in here, Zamo, before the neighbors call the police to report a solicitor on the premises,â Bianca stepped aside so Katya could enter.
The first thing she saw was an ornately framed oil painting of Alaska and her family. It had to be at least her height. âHoly mother of pearlâŚâ Katya gaped.
âMother of Alaska, actually. Father and sister, too,â Bianca corrected. Katya gave her a shove. âWhat? I do this out of love, honey.â The blonde rolled her eyes. âCome on, thereâs someone I want you to meet,â Bianca grabbed hold of Katyaâs arm and steered her towards the kitchen.
Alaskaâs kitchenâwhich was a literal gourmet kitchenâwas relatively empty save for an entire island of snacks and several coolers with drinks. She could still feel the thrum of the bass in her teeth, but the walls muffled the musicâs full volume. What Katya found most shocking was actually who was in the kitchen. Trixie Mattel was leaning against the sink in a pair of light wash jeans and a flowing pink top.
Wow, Katyaâs eyes went wide. She was in the same room as Trixie Mattel, about to be introduced by their apparently mutual friend, and she desperately needed to be able to pull herself together.
âOh, honey, send in the clowns!â Trixie exclaimed, noticing Biancaâs return.
âI prefer to be called an erotic clown,â Bianca shot back. Katya snorted. âThis is the creature I was telling you about.â Bianca gave Katya a small shove forward.
âHi, Iâm the chemical burn from the spiral perm, Trixie Mattel,â Trixie introduced herself extending a well-manicured hand. âI sit across from you in English, but weâve never really talked.â
âYekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova. But your dad just calls me Katya,â Katya winked and took Trixieâs hand, gently kissing her knuckles. Inside her head, Katya was screaming, Fuuuuuuuck. However, Trixieâs smile only grew. The life-sized Barbie doubled over with laughter.
Trixie turned to Bianca, âIâll keep her!â Katya scrunched up her nose. She didnât realize she was for sale.
âJust make sure to walk her often. Sheâs not house trained,â Bianca warned.
Katya wasnât given the chance to retort because the door that connected the main room to the backyard flew open, and all three girls reached to cover their ears as Travis Scottâs voice grew three times as loud. An out-of-breath Jinkx Monsoon stood in the doorway, and her mouth began to move.
âWhat?â Bianca shouted over Sicko Mode.
Jinkx came further into the kitchen and screamed, âI said the hotshots just pulled up! If you donât wanna get trampled, we should probabââ
âBottoms up, bitches!â Willam shouted from somewhere in the hall. A cacophony of voices seemed to flood the space all at once, and then the kitchen was swarmed with all of the juniors on the cheer squad and football team. Hands and bodies were everywhere. Katya, standing at 5â1â, was swept away in the sea of future frat boys. Thankfully, the kitchen was only a stop on their route, and once the kitchen had been successfully raided, the four girls could get their bearings.
Jinkx straightened her dress. âLeave. I was going to say leave,â she finished her earlier thought and slumped against the kitchen island. âThe real partyâs out back. Now with added kegs.â
âNow, this I gotta see,â Bianca chuckled, âYou in?â Katya shrugged and followed Bianca and Trixie past the horndogs sucking face in the living room and into Alaskaâs massive backyard. She didnât know what sheâd gotten herself into, and she didnât see it getting any better.
The glass doors let out onto a patio with a cabana and firepit. Stone steps led down to yet another seating area and a resort-style pool filled with floats, fountaints, and colored lights. There mustâve been at least a hundred people outside. Sheâd never seen so much illicit activity in one place. What was the word? Collusion? Collusion. Collusion vibes but not in a good way, Mama. Weâre all going to hell, Katya swallowed thickly. The blonde was overwhelmed by the sweaty bodies, loud music, and flashing lights. Was this what a rave was like? The kegs by the pool were a happening place, and she planned to avoid them as much as possible.
When she looked to her right, she noticed Bianca had slipped away unnoticed, leaving her completely and utterly alone with one Trixie Mattel. Fuck. Again.
âCome get a drink with me!â Trixie insisted. She might not have been entirely comfortable alone with her crush, but tagging along was a significantly better option than hiding in a corner. The two pushed their way towards the booze. Trixie filled a red solo cup for Katya before grabbing one for herself and maneuvering them over to the poolside loveseat.
Katyaâs drink felt awkward clutched in her hands. She knew that most highschoolers had experience with alcohol, but it was different watching her peers getting trashed. Whatâs the point? Katya wondered.
âThatâs gonna get warm, you know?â Trixie snapped Katya out of her thoughts.
Katya gave her a sheepish smile, âI donât really drink. Like at all. I just took it so you didnât think I was lame.â
âOh, honey,â Trixie began softly, âI would never judge you for something like that. Here, let me take that.â She made a grab for Katyaâs cup, but Katya pulled it away.
âOne sec!â Katya stuck two fingers of her free hand right into her beer and pulled them out. She saw the confusion on Trixieâs face and gave her a mischievous look. Katya took her beer fingers and wiped the alcohol across the pulse points on her neck. Playing it safe, she repeated the action until all the places sheâd usual spray with perfume were sticky with beer. She was sure she smelled like a distillery. Perfect. Once again, Trixie made a grab for the cub, but another hand beat her to it. Alaska Honard in all her glory snatched it from Katya and drained its contents.
âThanksss, Kati,â Alaska slurred. âJusâ needed a lilâ liquid courage before I go on.â She swooped down to give Katya a sloppy kiss on the cheek. Alaska was sloshed. Her makeup was smudged she was swaying on her feet, and she smelled worse than Katya, who had just taken a bath in her beer.
âGo on what, Alaska?â Needless to say, Katya was a bit concerned. Because the two had done most of the work for their partner scene the previous class, Alaska and Katya were able to spend the dayâs 3rd period chatting away. The demure girl from earlier was nowhere to be found. She was beginning to wonder if her friend had even processed her question when Alaska finally responded.
ââM gonna be a star, Kati,â Alaska giggled. âBritney, bitch!â She then proceeded to fist up the fabric at the bottom of her dress and try to pull her black bodycon sequin gown up and over her body. Katya could only watch as she writhed around and made pitiful whining noises in her attempt to undress. âOff!â Alaska pouted, giving Katya her best puppy dog eyes.
Katya shared a look with Trixie before standing up and carefully spinning the blonde around. Her small hands were perfect for pulling down tiny zippers, and the dress slid down Alaskaâs lithe body and pooled at her feet. Katyaâs throat went dry.
Underneath her dress, Alaska wore a lacy, black strapless bra and a matching set of panties. Katya could not handle it. She didnât mean to stare, but she couldnât bring herself to look away. Soft, pale, flawless, Katya took in the beauty in front of her. Talk about body-ody-ody. Alaska was toned with the supple legs of a dancerâunfortunately, she lacked a dancerâs poise. Katyaâs aneurism was cut short when the cheerleader stumbled trying to get out of the offending garment.
âGeez, Alaska,â Katya exclaimed, âWould you be more careful?â
âI may not be gracefulâŚâ Alaska trailed off, beginning to sway on her feet.
âI need my Lasky!â Detox shouted from the edge of the pool. Alaska visibly perked at her nickname and gave Katya a sloppy goodbye kiss on the cheek before teetering off towards Detox and Roy.
What the fuck? Katya raised her eyebrows. She turned to Trixie in search of an answer as to what just happened, but all the blonde had to offer was a shrug. Katya looked back to Rolaskatox and noticed a few pertinent details sheâd missed in her first glance: Roxy and Detox were also in their skivvies, three chairs were now in a row on the bridge that separated the two halves of the pool, and the music had stopped.
Katya tried to do the math in her head: liquid courage + 3 scantily clad girls x 1 chair - Kendrick Lamar = ???? She had to be missing something. ââIâm gonna be a star,ââ Alaska had saidâŚFame = liquid courage + 3 scantily clad girls x 1 chair - Kendrick Lamar. Katyaâs brows knit together. Some kind of performance? And then it hit her. ââBritney, bitch,âââŚTheyâre performing a Britney Spears number practically naked. Obviously the ideal way to spend a Friday night. Katya could think of no other explanation for the weird happenings of the last few minutes, but the answer sheâd arrived at wasnât any less of an acid trip.
The three girls took their places behind the chairs, and Roxy, who had at some point manifested a microphone, gave pearl a thumbs up.
âWhere my party people at?â Roxy shouted into the microphone. Praise Putin for Pearl because the feedback on the mic might have made their ears bleed. The crowd around the pool hooted and hollered. Yuck, Katya gagged on the high school movie realness. âWeâve got a special treat for you tonight! Our little Lasky here,â Roxy pushed Alaska forward, âDidnât think that she was going to make the varsity cheer team.â Alaska flushed at her friends divulgence and squirmed in her grip. Naturally, Roxy paid no attention to her friendâs discomfort, âSo Toxy and I, we made a bet: if Lasky didnât make varsity weâd have a Golden Girls marathon, but if she didâŚsheâd have to show off her sweet moves at the Back-to-School Bash!â
âHit it, Pearl!â Detox shouted. Roxy tossed the microphone to someone near the end of the walk, and the three girls took their places by their chairs. Alaska was clearly less thrilled about the performance than she was when she had been talking to Katya minutes ago. Liquid courage? No dice. The instrumental intro into Britney Spearsâ âToxicâ began to play from the outdoor speakers, and Alaskaâs gyrated her hips mechanically to the beat.
Baby, canât you see
Iâm calling
A guy like you should wear a warning
Itâs dangerous, Iâm falling
Katya was dumbfounded. Mouth agape, she wondered, Does this shit happen at all high school parties? Mother, I swear Iâm sober. She hadnât had anything to drink, so she couldnât have been drugged or anything crazy like that. This was, in fact, happening. And Katya had thought she was fucking mental. A glance to her side told her that she wasnât the only one questioning her sanity; Trixieâs eyes were bulging out of their sockets.
Thereâs no escape
I canât wait
I need a hit, Baby, give me it
Youâre dangerous, Iâm lovinâ it
Dangerous. There was something sinister about the atmospheric red that bathed the trio and spilled into the audience. Her hands began to tremble. Brenda, not now, she willed herself to calm down.
Too high
Canât come down
Losinâ my head, spinninâ âround and 'round
Do you feel me now?
It wasnât just her shaking, though. Alaskaâs body was vibrating with tensionânot âloving itâ. Her sisters in scandal moved a lot smoother than she did, and she was concentrating hard on keeping herself from falling off of her chair. How much ââliquid courageââ did this bitch have? The trio had gotten up on their chairs at the beginning of the chorus and were doing what looked like Christina Aguilera choreography circa Genie in a Bottle. Katya wouldnât be surprised if Rotox had actually gotten the wrong blonde when choreographing. Katya frowned, Alaska, please donât crack your head open.
With a taste of your lips Iâm on a ride
Youâre toxic Iâm slippinâ under
With a taste of a poison paradise
Iâm addicted to you
Donât you know that youâre toxic?
And I love what you do
Donât you know that youâre toxic?
She regained her breath when the chair acrobatics were finally over. The dance routine had evolved into what could probably qualify as softcore porn. Roxy, Alaska, and Detox were writhing on the platform in an obscene manner. Katya thought they looked like cats in heat. Alcoholic cats in heat. Which was actually quite a shame because real alcoholic cats in heat were something that Katya would totally like to see.
Itâs getting late to give you up
I took a sip from my devilâs cup
Slowly, itâs taking over me
Too high, canât come down
Itâs in the air and itâs all around
Can you feel me now?
Britney Spears you are a cruel bitch, Katya chewed her lower lip. She was trying her hardest not to feel anything.
With a taste of your lips, Iâm on a ride
Youâre toxic, Iâm slippinâ under
With a taste of a poison paradise
Iâm addicted to you
Donât you know that youâre toxic?
And I love what you do
Donât you know that youâre toxic?
Donât you know that youâre toxic?
If she werenât so put off by the course the night had taken and concerned for her friend, she might have been more than a little turned on. There was no denying that Alaska was attractiveâeven as she flopped about like a fish on a marble platterâbut her mother raised her right. We do not objectify women, and we definitely do not allow others to take advantage of inebriated ones.
Taste of your lips, Iâm on a ride
Youâre toxic, Iâm slippinâ under
With a taste of a poison paradise
Iâm addicted to you
Donât you know that youâre toxic?
With a taste of your lips, Iâm on a ride
Youâre toxic, Iâm slippinâ under
With a taste of a poison paradise
Iâm addicted to you
Donât you know that youâre toxic?
Katya had to admit she was impressed. There really was no better way to draw attention to yourself than repeatedly slamming your pussy into the makeshift stage. It certainly seemed to be working now; she might just have to try it sometime.
Intoxicate me now
With your lovinâ now
I think Iâm ready now
I think Iâm ready now
Intoxicate me now
With your lovinâ now
I think Iâm ready now
Roxy, Alaska, and Detox all struck their final poses. Katya could see their chests heaving wildly as they held for the raucous applause of the party guests standing poolside. It was certainly strange, but she couldnât knock their performance. Kids would be kids, right? She was about to chalk it all up to a bit of harmless fun, after all, when tweedle dumb and tweedle dumber broke formation and pushed Alaska straight off of the platform. Suddenly, the tall blonde was in the water, limbs thrashing about in response to the sudden change in environment.
âPool party!â Willam shouted, stripping off her own dress. Leave it to Willam to make a splash. Literally. For some reason the most inebriated of the guests decided that it was a fantastic idea to accidentally drown themselves instead of their sorrows. Soon, the pool was full of bodies and she could no longer keep track of her friend.
Alaska finally scampered to the steps with the stability of a newborn fawn. She all but fell out of the pool and took half of the water with her. Alaskaâs mascara streaked down her cheeks, and her hair hung limp and matted. Roxy and Detox were nowhere to be foundâeither to help her clean up or to read her for filth. Coco Montrese and her longtime frenemy Miss Alyssa Edwards, however, were more than happy to fill in.
They sound like those brain dead hyenas from The Lion King, Katya snickered to herself. Maybe not that lady one, though. That bitch was fierce.
Alaska coughed up a mouthful of water right at their feet. âHey, Coco,â She began, âYour makeup is terrible.â Coco wasnât laughing anymore. Point Alaska.
âHave you seen yourself, mama?â Coco fired back, The blonde rolled her eyes and snatched the drink in Cocoâs hand. Alaska tossed it back all in one go.
âThanks,â Alaska drawled, tossing the empty cup back and wrapping herself in the first available towel.
Katya turned to Trixie with a question on her lips. âDoes this happen often?â She asked. Trixie gave a low whistle.
âPearl has dragged me to a lot of weird shit, but I think this might just be a first,â Trixie answered with gusto. She checked her watch, âAnd itâs not even 10:00! The night is still young, honey!â
Right, Katya thought, the night is still young. Just great.
Trixie soon ditched Katya for Pearlâsomething about the stupid pumpkin carriage coming to steal her friend after midnightâand Katya hadnât known Trixie long enough to reasonably protest the abandonment. She hoped Bianca was somewhere inside the house.
There were still people in the living room, but it looked like the horny gremlins from earlier had finally gotten a room. Literally. Unfortunately, the cheerleaders that had taken their place were not much better. Head bitch Violet Chachki had her legs draped over one of the arms of a stately armchair in a carefree yet superior manner. Why anyone would want to be queen of the hot messes? Katya couldnât tell you. But apparently powerâor at least the perception of powerâgave one Violet Chachki a raging hard on. Gag.
Bianca wasnât in the room, but the blonde was determined to see her valiant quest through. Hopefully, sheâd stumble upon a nunnery with some sexy ladies along the way. Sneaking past the wicked bitch of the west and her flying monkeys, she regrouped in the kitchen. Katya went down her mental checklist: Keys? Check. Assorted limbs? Check. Clothes? Check. Inhibitions? Check. Virtue? Debauched. Sanity? Remaining hopefully optimistic. Bianca? Still M.I.A. The kitchen was empty due to the commotion happening poolside. Chips crunched under the soles of Katyaâs sneakers. That was another reason she didnât enjoy being out in the general public for extended periods of time: bitches be nasty.
The second floor was significantly cleaner than the first. An entire floor of the Honardsâ house was dedicated to entertainment. Katya knew that Alaska had an older sister, Nebraska, but she couldnât fathom why any childâor two children for that matterâneeded an entire floor to play. How could the rooms not feel soâŚempty? Katya wondered, shuddering involuntarily. The blonde couldnât picture Alaska spending much time up here now. She felt as though she was looking at an abandoned playground and couldnât help but think it made Alaska sad, too.
After a few moments, it became clear to Katya that Bianca wasnât there, but she continued to linger on the landing. Her blue eyes were drawn to the set of stairs that would take her to the third floor. It was an idea for the pantheon of bad ideas; she was tempted nonetheless. Katya could hear her grandfatherâs words in her head: âCuriosity killed the kitty, НиŃиŃка,â What her Deda didnât know wouldnât hurt him. Besides, Iâm not that kind of pussy, am I? She justified.
Katya crept up to the dark third story of the house with the innocence of an intruderâsheâd plead the fifth if necessary. The second door down from the landing was ominously open. Honestly, there may as well have been a big red arrow pointing towards the room because Katyaâs feet were already carrying her towards it. Darkness engulfed the room, itself, save for a rectangle of warm light.
âJinkxy, is that you?â Alaska groaned, presumably from the same direction as the light. âJusâ leave the dress on the bed. Save the lecture for the morning.â
Katya cleared her throat, âAlaska? Itâs Katya. Can I come in?â She received a grunt in response. The blonde followed the sound into what turned out to be Alaskaâs master bathroom. Her friend was curled up against her marble tub with a beach towel wrapped around her.
âHow was I, Kati?â Alaska drawled.
Katya took a seat in front of her and pulled her legs to her chest. She thought for a moment before speaking, â80% sexy, 20% disgustingâŚlike me.â Alaska whined. âWhy are you still in your wet clothes?â She asked. Her friend shrugged. Right, Katya sighed. Alaska was half asleep; this wasnât going to be a one woman job. Thankfully, Jinkx appeared moments later with her heels in one hand and Alaskaâs little black dress in the other. Katya raised her hands in surrender. âI swear she was like this when I found her,â she blurted.
âThis isnât even the worst of it,â Jinx spoke candidly. She tossed her shoes onto the floor and pulled up her long, red hair. âIâll wrangle the monkey if you go and find her some dry underwear and something to wear to bed.â Jinkxâs tone left no room for questioning.
Mother, I never thought Iâd be a panty snatcher, much less an invited one, Katya made a face. Alaskaâs dressers were easy to find, and she felt undeniably dirty as she began her game of panty roulette. Pulling open the first drawer, Katya sprang back, ready to strike. Assorted pajamas were hardly a foe, and she vanquished them swiftly. Rebel athleticwear laid in wait behind drawer number two. They, too, were no match for her feet of fury, Katya kicked the drawer shut with a battle cry.
âKatya, what the hell are you doing out there?â Jinkx called.
Katya had the dignity to look sheepish. âNothing!â She shouted back. âBe there in a second!â The underwear turned out to be in the next drawer down. She thrust a hand inside without looking and tightened her grip on the first piece of fabric her hand found. Her feeling of triumph only lasted the few seconds it took for her to realize what sheâd managed to retrieve: a lacy black teddy. Katya dropped the offending garment as if sheâd been burned. I am going to hell, she shook her head, Straight to hell. I will not pass go, nor will I collect $100âŚDeuces never loses, right? The scarlet thong she fished out next begged to differ. Her face was almost as red as the fabric, itself, when she flung it across the room. Fortunately, the third time was the charm. The pastel pink boyshorts seemed like a more appropriate item to put on a drunk girl, so Katya returned to the bathroom to present her nightwear bounty to Jinkx.
The motherly redhead, unsurprisingly, was not impressed. Jinkx arched a brow expectantly.
âYou see,â Katya began, âI wasnât comfortableâI didnât um feel right digging through her things without, you know, her permission?â She swallowed thickly. âSo I thought maybe it would be less creepy if I just reached in and grabbed the first thing I touched. Well, you see, Alaskaâs got such a wide range of tastes, and it-uhâŚIt took a hot second to find something appropriateâŚfor theâŚoccasion?â She was expecting to find disgust when she raised her eyes to meet Jinkxâs, but the redhead cackled loudly instead.
âLemme guess, you saw something you didnât want to see?â Jinkx chortled. Katya managed a weak nod. âIâm sorry, doll, I forget that not everyone is as acquainted with Miss Honardâs unmentionables as little olâ me.â
Not everyone is as acquainâOh! Blue eyes threatened to burst from their sockets as Katya processed her words. Â
âOh, for heavenâs sake, not like that,â Jinkx exclaimed, reading the thoughts reflected on Katyaâs face. âLasky and I did community theater together. Iâve known her since the first grade. Drunk proof her nightstand for me? Iâll dress blondie over here.â
âDoes this happen often?â Katya asked Jinkx after Alaskaâs door was closed. The incapacitated cheerleader was finally sound asleep in her bed, and the two girls didnât think sheâd be up anytime soon.
Jinkx sighed sadly, âIt didnât use to. Roxy and Detox are more toxic than Drano, and thereâs no one to stop her from going out with them. Look, Laskyâs a sweet girl. A good, smart girl. But she makes bad choices sometimes, and thereâs nothing that Iâthat weâcan do about it. Sheâs gotta be the one to say enough is enough.â
Katya understood. Katya understood more than she wanted to. Sheâd been a shell of a girl drowning in the voices in her head not too long ago. It didnât matter how many hands reached out to her if she refused to take them. Alaskaâhappy and hopeful Alaskaâmight just be drowning, too. Katya wondered if she drank to impress, to keep up, or to forget.
Jinkx promised that sheâd look over Alaska until the next morning, so Katya reluctantly chose to rejoin the land of the living downstairs. The first floor was significantly louder than it was when she left it. Games of flip cup and beer pong had picked up in the dining room, and Violetâs flock had not only grown, but had grown to include both Trixie and Bianca, who were trying their hardest not to laugh at the spectacle in the middle of the living area. Willam and Courtney were having a major bitchfest for all to see. Normally, Katya would run for the hills, but if Bianca and Trixie werenât afraid of getting caught in the crossfire, she figured it was safe enough to stick around and tuned into the conversation.
âYour tone seems really pointed right now,â Willam pursed her lips. She was clearly the calmer of the two, as Courtney was beet red and positively radiating tension. Katya could tell Willamâs nonchalance was only winding the Australian up more.
Courtney folded her arms defensively. âWell, Iâm sorry you think that, Willam,â she took a deep breath. âI feel like everything I say kinda comes from the heart, and Iâm truly hurt that you threw yourself at Daniel when you knew how I felt about him.â
âSorry âbout it,â Willam scoffed, picking at her nails. Her words reflected everything but the sentiment they were meant to.
Katya knew that Willam was a bitch, but this was a little much even for her. Willam and Courtney had been best friends since Courtney moved from Australia the summer of their freshman year; it was hard to believe that Willam would throw their relationship away. Katya held her breath. Everyone in the wings was uncomfortable during the pregnant pause. The scene before her was straight out of a 90s teen movie, and she didnât have the popcorn to go with it.
All movement stilled when Willam finally looked up. âI tend to think emotions are for ugly people,â she deadpanned. The room let out a collective gasp. Courtney was across the room in a flash, and her palm made contact with Willamâs cheek. It would be logical to assume that Willam, who was just slapped across the face by her best friend, would be the most in shock at the sudden turn of events; it would also be the wrong conclusion. Courtneyâs features were frozen in fear. The offending hand still hovered in the air, trembling like a leaf.
Willam was the first to reactâand in a very uncharacteristic way. She engulfed the smaller girl in a tender hug. Courtney began to sob muffled apologies into her neck, and despite her obvious desire to recoil, Willam continued to hold her close.
Maybe Willam actually does have feelings, Katyaâs eyebrows raised. The sight of Willam whispering words of reassurance into Courtneyâs ear was enough to make even the coldest heart melt. Well, the coldest heart with the exception of Violet Chachkiâs. Katya was pretty sure the stick up her ass was a permanent installment.
When the two pulled apart minutes later with smiles on their faces, they were met with a round of applause. Courtney wiped at her eyes, careful not to smudge her makeup. If she noticed Willamâs arm around her waist, she didnât give any indication as she addressed the spectators that had gathered, âWell, Iâm gonna need to be less sober before I spill any more about myself. Truth or drink, anyone?â
Truth or drink? No thanks, Katya turned to sneak out. Unfortunately, Bianca had also chosen that exact moment to glance in her direction, and Katya was caught in the act.
âBitch, you canât leave yet. Itâs not even midnight!â Bianca half whispered, half hissed.
And Bianca doesnât associate with losers, Katya reminded herself. Donât be a loser. âIf my locker gets filled with worms next week, I will personally marinate you like a chicken,â she promised her friend.
âYeah, yeah, yeah, Iâve heard it all before. Blame it on Bianca Del Rio. Take a number, sweetheart, youâre holding up the line,â Bianca patted the space next to her on the floor.
Laganja had batted her eyelashesâand used her mouthâto coerce one of the mindless jocks to bring in one of the kegs from outside for their âslumber party secret seshâ. There were fifteen girls, including Katya, who stuck around for the potentially risky game, and Katya wasnât thrilled to be playing with most of them. Adore finished off her beer and placed the empty bottle in the center of the circle.
âParty!â Adore shouted before giving the bottle a good spin. Around, and around, and around it went before coming to a stop at Cocoâs feet. âMiss Coco Montrese, truth or dare?â She asked.
âIâll pick truth, mama,â Coco answered.
Adore thought for a moment before speaking, âAre you afraid that youâll always be the runner up?â There was a chorus of oohs. Everyone knew that the race for junior varsity squad captain their sophomore year was a sore spot for both girls. It was no secret that Alyssa was originally chosen to be captain by her teammates. However, when she became implicated in a cheating scandal, Coach Calhoun was forced to denounce her and give Coco, Alyssaâs best friend and the candidate to receive the second most votes, the position. To make matters worse, it was rumored that Coco was the one who suggested that Alyssa had committed academic dishonesty in the first place. Alyssa and Coco had patched up their friendship over the course of the last year, but there was no telling whether or not the structure would hold if tested.
âOut of respect for me and Miss Alyssa, I am going to drink,â Coco responded without hesitance. Adore poured her a shot, and Alyssa gave her hand a grateful squeeze as she tossed it back. âAinât no use bringing up whatâs past.â
Coco spun the bottle next, and it chose Trixie as its victim. âTruth or dare?â Coco asked.
âI think Iâll pick dare?â Trixie responded with hesitance. Katya didnât know much about Coco Montrese, but for Trixieâs sake she hoped Coco was one of the nice ones.
Said cheerleader gave Trixie a small and genuine smile, âOkay, mama, I dare you to let Miss Pearl over here do your makeup. Something has got to be done because you arenât doing a pretty girl like yourself any favors.â The reactions to Cocoâs dare for Trixie were mixed. Some of the she-demons tried and failed to hide their amused laughs, Pearlâs eyes opened fully, Violetâs grip on her chair tightened, and Trixie seemed to be not entirely opposed to the idea.
âPearlie girl,â Trixie began, standing up and crossing to her best friend on the opposite side of the circle, âTreat my face like a princess and then fuck it like a slut.â The life-sized Barbie batted her eyelashes animatedly, earning her a laugh from pearl and a glare from Violet. The ice queenâs elevated irritability prompted Katya to reconsider her previous assessmentsâmaybe it was an entire branch up her ass.
When Pearl and Trixie left, there was a void that seemed to swallow Violet whole. The physical space around her remained largely unchanged, but Katya could feel the emptiness that moved to fill the space Pearl left. And for the first time it occurred to her that Violet Chachki might be alone. I guess there might be some truth to the saying, she mused. After all, if youâre at the top, how can anyone else be? When you stripped away the glitter, the makeup, the clothes, you were left with a girlâalbeit an arrogant, entitled, straight up cuntâplain and simple.
âHeavy is the head that wears the crown, huh?â Bianca nudged Katyaâs arm, snapping her out of her thoughts.
âWhat?â Katya asked. Had she missed something while she was contemplating the character of Violet Chachki?
Bianca chuckled, âYouâve been staring at Chachki since Trixie and Pearl left.â The blonde feigned innocence. âYou know how I feel about that 48 Hours show, Zamo. Share with the class before your peanut brain short circuits.â
âWhatâs her problem?â Katya whispered. âI mean, aside from her general disdain for anything that has a pulse and moves.â
âWith Trixie?â Bianca confirmed. Katya nodded. âOh, this is old news. Her Royal Hardass doesnât share, but Sleeping Beautyâs got a soft spot for one Trixie Mattel.â
The dots aligned in Katyaâs head once again. âVioletâs the pumpkin carriage!â She whisper-shouted.
âBitch, that was not English,â Bianca snarked, âYou been hanging around with Jose Cuervo?â
Katya rolled her eyes at her friendâs question, âI have ninety-nine problems, and substance abuse wonât be one of them if I have anything to say about it.â She turned back to the circle just in time to see the neck of the bottle stop on Bianca, who didnât even flinch. Katya was secretly proud; her friend had bigger balls than most of the âmacho menâ at the partyâthis was going to be interesting. Since Trixie had gone upstairs to get her face redone, Detox decided that she would be the brave volunteer to issue the next truth or dare.
âBianca, truth or dare?â Detox asked smugly. Katya couldnât guess which one would be worse. Unsurprisingly, Bianca chose dare. âI dare you to ask Max for his number.â There was, again, a chorus of oohs, and it was Biancaâs turn to roll her eyes.
âReally, bitch?â Bianca asked. She stood up and righted her denim shorts before striding over to the meatheads playing beer pong with a clear purpose and her head held high.
Because Bianca could run with the boys, no one batted an eyeâunless she wanted them to. She hoisted herself up onto the pool table in front of Max and held out an upturned palm. They were too far away to make out their conversation, and Katya was a terrible lip reader at best, but she could picture how the exchange would go down:
âGimme yaâ numbah, beefstick,â She imitated Bianca in her head. The 1920s gangster voice was a bold choice, but she wasnât going to mock it just yet.
âDâuhhâŚokay,â Fake Max droned.
The blonde chuckled to herself as the real Max stuck a fist in the pockets of his jeans and fished around. Finally, he produced what looked like a wadded up gum wrapper and snagged a pen from his pal, presumably jotting down his number. Bianca hastily took the offering and sashayed back to the group of girls. She dropped the wrapper in Detoxâs lap before taking her seat by Katya.
While the hens squawked over her success, Bianca leaned over to Katya and whispered, âNever let a bitch see you sweat.â Katya had so many questions, but she wouldnât be able to ask them until later. It was Biancaâs turn to spin the bottle, and Adore, unsurprisingly, chose truth when landed on.
âAdore, which girl on the squad is the skunkiest?â Bianca waggled her thick, black brows. Because she was the mascot and didnât change in the locker room, she genuinely had no idea how rank the girls smelled after practice or a game. Sue her; she was curious. What Bianca also didnât know was that the question had a definitive answer, and that answer would do damage far beyond her intent to poke a little harmless and innocent fun at one of the girls.
Even completely sloshed, Adore recognized the gravity of the question. âFuck! If I drink any more, Iâm gonna be sick,â Adore groaned. Her teammates looked at her with pity in their eyes.
âYeah but itâs not like anyoneâs ever died from drinking too much!â Laganja came to her rescue, topping off her cup, âWhatâs one more?â Adore could only offer her a weak smile.
âUh, I think Iâm just gonna spin the thing nowâŚFor everyoneâs sake,â Adore informed the group. The bottle landed on Gia, and she picked dare.
The turns only seemed to bleed together as time went on. After Gia drank from the toilet, Roxy refused to reveal her weight. Laganja told her dad she was eloping in Vegas, and when she spun the bottle it landed on Violet. Because ladies donât kiss and tell, the brunette tossed one back instead of revealing the number of sexual partners sheâs had. Alyssa confessed that she was afraid she would never achieve her dream of owning her own dance studio. Courtney shared that sheâd never been in love, and Willam exposed her entire browser history, telling Katya a lot more than she wanted to know about the girl. For obvious reasons, Joslyn refused to eat a raw egg. Detox followed by removing Adoreâs socks with her teeth. Katya played it safe and suggested that Bianca would be a bad date because sheâs insulting people all the time before daring Gia to reveal any childhood nickname she had. Things didnât start going downhill until the bottle landed on Violet a second time.
âViolet,â Gia cooed, âTruth or dare?â.
âTruth,â Violet answered with an unreadable expression.
Gia thought for a moment before asking the first truly problematic question of the night, âWho in this room do you like the least?â
Ruh-roh, Katya winced.
Violet didnât waste a moment before answering, âWillam.â There was a collective gasp across the room. Willam, on her part, didnât seem to be phased in the slightest. Then again, you could never really read Willam Belli.
Pearl and Trixie returned, arm in arm, before Violet could spin the bottle. Katyaâs jawâalong with all the other girlsââdropped. Trixie looked gorgeous. Pearl reclaimed her seat next to Violet, much to the cheerleaderâs delight, but brought Trixie with her. At the groupâs insistence, Trixie was allowed to take the turn that she missed, and Detox was dared to call a random number in her phone and deliver the worst pickup line she could think of. Katya was glad for the change in the roomâs atmosphere after Violetâs confession until Detox took her turn. After the call, Detox dared Violet to spend the next hour trapped in a bathroom with another girl from the circle chosen at random. Anyone who didnât know Detox might think she was trying to create a seven minutes in heaven type deal, but even Katya could pick up on her intent to stir up trouble. She pitied the poor soul who ended up stuck in there.
Of course that poor soul ended up being her, and she wasnât about to pussy out in front of the most popular girls in school. Peer pressure was a bitch. Judge, jury, and executioner had all decided it was her time, and she accepted that; she just wished her death march had a better soundtrack. Katya would be cooped up in one of the Honardsâ bathrooms with a less than pleasantâsoon to be considerably more less than pleasantâViolet Chachki. She was going to punch Detox in her stupid mouth.
Katya entered the bathroom the same way sheâd rip off a band-aid: quickly and without much thought for the immediate consequences. Violet, who was perched on the bathroom counter, had been engrossed in her phone when the door swung open to reveal the one girl that she just couldnât seem to get away from. Unsurprisingly, the cheerleader wasnât thrilled.
âReally, bitch?â Violet griped, giving Katya a once over. It wasnât like the situation was ideal for either of them.
Katya put her hands on her hips, âYou know what you can suck? My whole dick.â She unenthusiastically plunked herself down against the wall opposite of the door. âWeâve got two options, Chachki, we can either suck it up and spend the next hour in here in silence, or we can French a little.â Violet was aghast at her words. If Katya were a proper woman, she might have been able to hold in the cackling fit prompted by the girlâs scandalized reaction. Violet wasnât impressed with her wheezing, either. Katya finally calmed down and attempted to explain herself, âSorry, I could have been more clear, but your reaction was priceless.â She wiped at her eyes. âThanks. I needed that. Detox said she was ââfeeling generous,ââ Â and if we so choose, we can suck face and then get the hell out of Dodge.â Violet sneered, and Katya wondered if it was with anger or disgust; she didnât know which one was better.
âAs fucking if,â Violet scoffed, clearly feeling as though Detoxâs so-called coup de grâce was more of a personal attack.
âWell, I donât see anyone lining up to get the kiss of the spider woman, either,â Katya observed. âI told you that you werenât going to like it.â The cheerleader exhaled sharply, and she was surprised not to see steam come out of her flared nostrils.
Violet pursed her lips, âJust shut up and stay on your side of the room.â With that, Violet returned her attention to her phone, but Katya didnât fail to notice that her expression didnât soften. If Katya werenât trapped in the room with her, sheâd probably find Violetâs situation hilarious.
Katya had made the mistake of leaving her jacketâand consequentially, her phoneâon the coat rack in the hall. Call her old fashioned, but it was a force of habit. Besides, she didnât need her phone because Bianca was supposed to be there to pull her out of trouble if it arose. But are we really surprised to find ourselves here? Katya asked herself. No. Not at all. At least she found herself entertaining. Hoping to bring forth inspiration, she laid back on the floor, let her gaze unfocus, and tried to lose herself in the plain ceiling. Katya didnât know how long sheâd been drifting for when Violetâs voice shattered the silence.
âFuck!â Violet cursed, and the sound of hard plastic hitting the floor made Katyaâs whole body go rigid. She squeezed her eyes shut. I am not going to be equipped to handle this, Katya bristled. Maybe if I just keep my eyes closed, I can fall asleep. It seemed like a feasible plan until she heard the first sniffle. Of course I find out she has feelings when Iâm stuck in a room with her, the blonde facepalmed inwardly. Why today, of all days, to be railed in the ass by life? Her left eye opened first, searching for any signs of danger before being followed by her right eye.
âI knew you didnât like me Chachki, but I didnât think you found me this repulsive,â Katya spoke. âQuite frankly, itâs offensive.â
âFuck you,â Violet spat, but the usual venom in her voice was gone. Katya propped herself back up against the wall to get a better look at the girl on the counter. Her attention was unwanted, and Violet turned towards the door with a huff.
Clearly comedic relief wasnât the answer. âDo you wanna talk about it?â Katya tried again. No response. The girlâs side profile was growing red and blotchy, and Katya had sent her mom enough photos of her crying to know that Violet was trying and failing to stifle an emotional response. Go figure. âI wonât tell anyone if you cry, you know?â She said softly. âBottling it up is just gonna make you feel shittier than you do now.â
âDo you think Iâm a goddamn idiot?â Violet barked. She wiped furiously at her eyes before whirling around in an attempt to intimidate the blonde. âBetter make your fifteen minutes last.â
Katya was genuinely taken aback. Does this bitch really think Iâm in on this? She shook her head incredulously. Her airhead friends would literally eat me alive, and Iâm pretty sure I havenât given her any reason to think that Iâm faker than Malibu Barbie. If I were made of plastic, why in the hell would I keep my hands this small? âAre we really back on this bullshit, Violet?â Katya snapped. âIâm sorry you think that the universe revolves around you. I hate to burst your bubble, but I have better things to do than conspire against you with your teammates over scones. Get over yourself, Princess.â In her head, Katya blew the smoke from the pistols in her hands. Call me perestroika, Mother, for I am reforming problematic practices, she hooted.
âWhatever,â Violet grumbled. Katya, on the other hand, wasnât willing to let this go; some conversation was better than nothing.
âHowâs the back?â The blonde inquired and was pleasantly surprised when Violet outright snorted at the shift in conversation. Katya took her in as she threw her head back in laughter. There was something about this Violetâthe unguarded and natural Violetâthat captivated her. Violetâs eyes crinkled, and she clasped a hand over her mouth in a flimsy attempt to stifle the noises she was making. It was frustratingly endearing.
Violet cleared her throat before answering, âFucked. Iâm considering outlawing acrylics on the squad. That shitâs not even practical for a cheerleader, and itâs hurting like a bitch to corset.â
âYouâre wearing a corset?â Katya gasped. For the first time that night, she took all of Violet in. She wore a nude illusion dress with a loose black lattice pattern. It covered just a little more than her ass and was cinched at the waist with a rocker belt, squeezing her in a way that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. How in the world do you hide a corset under that? Katya wondered. In addition to the dress, she donned thigh high, slick black boots and a thick, black leather choker that looked more like a collar. Hot damn, Katya could n e v e r, and she knew it. She finally composed herself, âFirst of all, youâre literally a cheerleader with a body to die for. Second of all, why wear something that hurts you?â
The cheerleader didnât even seem phased by the inquiries, almost like sheâd dealt with them hundreds of times before, âPain is beauty, and Iâm the prettiest.â Katya couldnât argue there. Violet was beautiful, but she still thought her ideology was questionable.
âSo what actually happened at the pep rally? We all saw you fall, but Iâll believe it was your fault when the garden is full of ducks holding pastry in their hands. Youâre too much of a hardass.â
Violet raised her eyebrows, as if daring Katya to say it again, âI will let that slide only because itâs technically a compliment. And youâd be correct; I am a professional, unlike others. Youâd do well to take note: one of my biggest pet peeves is when people donât take the things I love as seriously as I do. I accept nothing less than perfection.â
âThat must be lonely,â Katya couldnât stop the words from spilling from her mouth. âYou know, having such high standards? Does anyone ever make the cut?â Opening her mouth was clearly a mistake because Violet seemed to shut down all at once.
âWhat do you know about how I feel?â Violet fired back, crossing her arms over her chest.
Keep digging yourself deeper, why donât ya? Katya shook her head. She needed to tread carefully. It was a miracle that she had even been having a civil conversation with Violet in the first place, and she didnât want to ruin the progress they had made. âI know that you work harder than anyone else on that squad, and nobody gives you credit or appreciates you for it,â Katya began. âI know that people are fast to discredit your talent because of how young you are. I know that youâre waiting for the day those bitches stop hoping that youâll screw up or get hurt, the day you can finally stop looking over your shoulder, the day that you no longer have to prove yourself. I know that youâre tired of fighting tooth and nail for the respect that youâll probably never earn, and I know itâs fucking hard for you to pretend that your peers arenât harboring resentment towards you. I know that at night you try to wash it all away because youâre still holding out hope that it will all be worth it in the end. Cheer and theatre arenât that different. It was obvious in the gym, and itâs obvious now.â Katya took a deep breath. Maybe sheâd been thinking a little more about Violet that afternoon than sheâd like to admit. She hadnât meant to go off on a tangent like that, but she certainly didnât regret what she said. Based on Violetâs reaction, however, maybe she should have. The brunetteâs hands were clenched into tight fists at her sides, and tears began to roll down her cheeks. Katya tried to backtrack, âViolet Iââ
Katya was cut off by the bathroom door swinging open. Pearl, who stood oblivious on the other side, immediately noticed the state of her friend. âVi?â Pearl approached her hesitantly. Violetâs gaze didnât move from the floor. âHey, whatâs going on? Talk to me.â She moved to lift Violetâs chin up, but Violet recoiled from her touch.
âDonât touch me!â Violet shouted, her voice almost frantic. Katyaâs eyes darted from one girl to the other. Pearl, who was visibly shocked by her reaction, looked hurt, which was very uncharacteristic for the mellow girl. Katya, herself, had never seen anything but characteristic nonchalance reflected on Pearlâs face, and the change made her uneasy.
Pearl took a reluctant step forward and spoke in a whisper, âViolet, did something happen? You know you can tell me anything.â
âIs that the truth, Pearl?â The brunette questioned. âBecause clearly I donât know you as well as I thought I did.â
Pearl shook her head in frustration. âCut the crap, Vi,â She demanded, âYouâre literally my best friend, andââ
âBullshit!â Violet interrupted. âI call motherfucking bullshit!â Both girls were standing now with less than a foot between them, the situation escalating by the second, and Katya was stuck in the middle of it. She tried to push her back further into the solid wall behind her, but there was nowhere for her to go. Fuck me! Katya grimaced. Why is Toxic so damn appropriate right now?
âWhat the hell, Violet?â Pearl shouted back. âGod, youâre fucking impossible.â
âFuck you, Pearl!â Violet pushed Pearl, and the blonde hit the wall with a dull thud. âFuck you! You and I are done! You hear me? Done! Save your goddamn lies for that pathetic dress up doll. I never want to see you again.â With a huff, Violet stormed out of the bathroom, leaving an uncomfortable Katya and a drained Pearl alone. What the fuck just happened? Katya tried and failed to process the encounter.
She was caught off guard when Pearl finally acknowledged her presence. âForecast predicts drinking to forget,â Pearl deadpanned, nodding her head towards the door Violet had just stormed through. âWant in?â Katya shook her head furiously. Getting piss drunk with those two would be like making smalltalk with a Molotov cocktail. Sheâd pass. Sheâd pass hard. Pearl seemed to understand. âItâs flazĂŠda or whatever,â The corners of her mouth turned up slightly. âJust do me a solid and remind me to fuck with Willamâs weed on Monday.â
Katya didnât know what ââflazĂŠdaââ meant, or the why and how of Pearl tampering with Willamâs weed, but the questions werenât enough to persuade her to stick around the party longer. When Pearl left, Katya made a run for the Honardsâ front door. She grabbed her jacket before taking off down the street. The blonde didnât stop until she could no longer hear the music pulsing from the house. Her phone buzzed in her pocket with a text from âBianca del Realestâ:
Bitch, where are you?
What the fuck happened in there?
Earth to Yekaterina?
Katya sighed and pocketed the phone again. Sheâd call her when she got home. That would buy her some more time to put the experience into wordsâŚand to decide just how much information she should share.
The drive home from the Honardsâ was quietâtoo quiet. Music normally made being in the car enjoyable, but there was something about the night that didnât allow BjĂśrk to keep her out of her own head. It didnât feel real, and that terrified the shit out of her. Life was monotonous, life was mundane, life was one of those stupid time loop movies where you had to learn from your mistakes over time and find out what was important in the stupid haystack of chaos. Violet Chachki and her ex best friend potentially ex best friend were not supposed to have the Chernobyl of all relationship meltdowns in Alaska Honardâs guest bathroom right in front of her. Katya didnât know who opened this tragic can of worms, but when she found them, she was going to slap a bitch silly.
#rpdr fanfiction#katya zamolodchikova#violet chachki#alaska thunderfuck#bianca del rio#trixie mattel#roxxxy andrews#detox icunt#high school au#lesbian au#slow burn#fluff#angst#enemies to friends#enemies to lovers#girls interrupted#maeve#tw anxiety and depression#tw drinking
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