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kthecutest · 1 year ago

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can u write ways that &team members being (kinda overly) protective of their s/o? thanks!!

✧˚ &team members being overprotective of you ༊*·˚

Pairing ➳ &Team members x gn!reader Genre ➳ Fluff ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ A/N ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Brain block wasn't wearing off for so long (╥ᆺ╥；)and this came out way longer than I thought cuz I got carried away; as usual ( ≖‿ ≖ ). Anyways hope you'll enjoy it!

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K : It’s been almost forever, catching up to the latest updates with your old highschool classmate. The hot coffee in your hand already loosing its initial heat, you were completely distracted in the chaotic chatter, and had forgotten that you two weren’t the only ones there. A set of dull piercing eyes were set tightly on your distracted figure and it wasn’t long before you felt an aggressive grasp on your snatched waist, turning to the side to check the situation in a surprised state. “Ah? Seems like you guys have a lot to discuss on… hopefully I weren’t much of an interruption.. right honey..~?” a soft tone spoken, anger and possessiveness dripping straight through each letter. Just that alone was enough to send out a warning to you; he’s jealous. The morning coffee cup in his hand is now being squeezed tight to the point the liquid was starting to seep out the lid. “oh babe um.. you’re done getting the coffee? Sorry I’m afraid I must take my leave now, Nicho” you quickly answered him while excusing yourself from your conversation mate trying to make best of the situation. Nicholas, your chatmate caught up to the situation fast, giving you a nod as a goodbye as he watched you both walked away with a slight stinging stare in his narrowed eyes, almost summoning invisible daggers at K’s direction.

Thankfully, you succeeded in separating you and K from Nicho but your sigh of relief was shortly interrupted by a loud thud as you were pinned to the wall of the alleyway, a tall strong figure towering above you.

“So.. finally done running that mouth honey~?”

Fuma : The radient purple and blue dwelled on the sky canvas as nighttime falls. You were pretty bored but was also filled with a spring of energy hence why you dragged your boyfriend, Fuma all the way to the night bar with you. The original plan was to simply hang out on your seats alone with glasses of red wine in each hand and sharing kisses but it was all rudely interrupted when a sudden ‘hello’ popped out from behind you. “Ah! Euijoo..? Long time no see!” You instantly got up from your seat giving him a warm hug which he quickly reciprocated, earning a slight glare from the man beside you two. “Didn’t knew you would show up in a place like this”, you teased the young boy in front of you. Euijoo always had a pure innocent look to him. He seemed like the type of guy who have never even held a girl’s hand let alone date one and he sure is definitely not the guy to show up at a bar. “Haha I just saw you through the glass pane so I wanted to come in and join you” Somehow this statement seemed to have only pissed your already fuming boyfriend off. He came here specifically just to see you? Hell no not on my watch. You felt a hand snaked right around your waist as you felt a figure shift closer to you. “Dear~, it’s pretty late already.. maybe we should head back what do you say?” You didn’t think much of it since Fuma wasn’t a type to be jealous anyways but you only took his words as him being caring. “Sorry Euijoo, maybe we can arrange a day where we can talk properly?” “Sure! I’ll see ya soon!” You waved goodbye to the sweet boy as Fuma dragged you out of the bar in a very unusual almost aggressive manner.

The car was steadily parked in front of the apartment block as feet and shoes clashed in the door way. Your breath was directed right at Fuma’s exposed neck as he unraveled his tie. His muscular arms trapping you in between while your back stuck to the wall.

“You’re testing my patience way too much love~”

Nicholas : You were seated cozily between the two taller boys, under a warm sky blue blanket as a horror movie played on the screen in front. The couch kept constantly swinging from the motions of your best friend K jumping and twitching at every jumpscare. “Seriously K, that was a really expected one you know” “Oh c’monnn! The face was still pretty scary though!” he defended back as he clinged onto you. “Oi you’re heavy c’mon get off” K was about to make another whiny remark when he felt the pressure of a strong hand gripping onto his. “You’re gonna end up giving her a muscle strain” a low voice followed by a chuckle arose from behind you. Still the teasing chuckle did not help on hiding the irritation in your boyfriend’s voice. The grip around K’s hand kept tightening until he finally caught up to his irritation as he let go of your shoulder, the grip weakening.

You three practically just coughed awkwardly and played it off as the movie kept advancing. It’s just been a few minutes until you felt a hand of someone on your thigh. The cold rings on the fingers sent tingles down your skin but before you could try to rule out the person, you felt a low breathy voice in your right ear.

“Don’t you think you’re getting too close to your dear best friend, babygirl?”

Euijoo : “Yah! That’s cheating you can’t cross that area!” you screamed your hands set on the game controller moving your fingers on the keys in a swift pace. “Oops, sorry~ well you gotta learn how to work around the rules, you should learn from me” a prideful voice arose from the towering figure sat beside you. “Excuse me?!” It wasn't long until you started tickling him as he reciprocated the action. Fuma is one of your boyfriend’s close friend that he introduced to you since you two started dating. And well you’re a pretty outgoing person so it didn’t take long for you to get comfortable with Fuma in a brotherly way of course. You guys always bricker and share a lot of physical contact which you believed your boyfriend, Euijoo would not mind at all. He’s always been sweet and understanding and definitely is the furthest thing from being jealous or possessive. Well that’s what you thought until you felt a hand stop the bickering between you and Fuma, as the hand grabbed you gently but swiftly away from him. “Alright guys enough play fighting” the sweet voice of your boyfriend was heard loud and clear behind your ear and throughout the room.

You and Fuma just went silent with a pout on each of your faces. The boy sticked his tongue out your way as he turned his head back towards the screen to return back to gaming and you still a bit pissed off at the taunt, planned to do the same until you felt Euijoo’s whisper in your ear.

“Baby.. you shouldn’t keep testing my patience like this..~”

Yuma : Even though your cat-like boyfriend could be quite chaotic most of the time but he sure does put all his effort into planning dates for you two. Except this time things didn’t went as expected. Your best friend had somewhere to be at immediately. This led to her basically yeeting her younger brother Jo right at your doorstep telling you to keep him accompanied for the time being. It’s not that Jo was a 1 year old child or anything, he’s pretty much almost 20 and a full grown adult. But he had a pretty overprotective sister who would either keep him with her or leave him to someone she entrusts so the age card didn’t really helped. And now here he was tagging along on you and your boyfriend’s well-planned date. Not that you mind it, you pretty much just noted it as a three-people hangout. He was pretty quiet and just listened to whatever you and Yuma had to say. He’s pretty much like a cute clueless little kid following you two but that same thought didn’t seep through Yuma’s head. Not that Yuma was making a big scene out of it all neither was he fuming from the head or something. But he sure was being a pouty clingy kitty.

And it wasn’t long until you felt his body heat on your back pressed up against you. You could see Jo being distracted by some kind of treat and you were glad he was. You felt a hand on your waist and fluffy hair sneaked cozily on the side of your neck.

“Hmph.. love~ you’ll need to pay me back with cuddles when we get back home~”

Jo : The gleaming sun was already up and high in the sky. You turned to your side to check the alarm as it read 10:02am. As usual you made your way downstairs, sprinting straight to your tall boyfriend standing in the hallway with a bowl of Japanese white rice in his hands, hugging him in a whiff as he stumbled back from your sudden force. “Baby! I’m hungryyy~” you opened your mouth expecting him to be sweet enough to feed you some of his rice. Instead you opened your eyes to witness him putting the spoon in his own mouth as a cheeky smug formed across his face. Your boyfriend is the most caring one in the world but food is an exception. He’s too much of a foodie to even share which didn’t really ticked you off but still always earned a pout from you. “Hehe no worries~ your savior is here!” you heard a cute energetic tone sprang behind you as well as the wrinkling of the plastic bags containing milk buns. “Yay! You’re the best!” you whined, hugging your friend Harua instantly earning a surprised yelp from him.

That’s when you felt a sudden pull from behind as your back was glued to Jo’s chest in just a few seconds before you tasted the white rice in your mouth. Jo was tilting the spoon into your mouth with fixed cold eyes on Harua. The eyes that seem unphased but also a bit irritated in the same sense.

“No need. She prefers rice for breakfast.”

Harua : Today was supposed to be the perfect food date for you and Harua; but things did not turned out as planned when you two decided to check out a dango stall around the corner.

Harua, your sweet boyfriend, is really keen on sweets and snacks so are you. Finally, you two came up with a plan that the very next date should be at a food market where dim lit snack stalls stand in a long line of queue awaiting for visitors. And as planned, the very next Sunday you both were at the location running left and right, an assortment of dishes sprawled out on each stall. Seeing the tri-colored dango stand on the other side of the line, the two can’t help but sprint right to there. “Hello! Can I have this, and this and that.. and-“ the orders were shortly paused when you caught a glimpse of the boy in front packing up the dango orders. “Taki!?” “Oh hey! Finally noticed me missy? Didn’t knew you would forget me that easily oh my” as dramatic as ever. “Haha jk! Anyways yea I’m just working parttime in the stall here for now, maybe you wanna grab a drink or two after work hours?” You smiled, a ‘yes’ about to leave your lips before you felt your boyfriend’s gentle hand on yours.

“Sorry, her evening is occupied.”

Taki : Woo hoo! Amusement park with Taki! Nothing could compare to how fun that would be. Until you were proven wrong.

You two ended up running into your boyfriend’s older brother, K. You were now convinced this date which has just turned into a hangout is gonna be even more fun! I mean who wouldn’t have fun with such a funny chaotic playful K in the equation. But that same formula doesn’t apply to your boyfriend because an obvious shade formed on his face as soon as K popped up. Before you realized your feelings for your best friend Taki, you had a deep crush on none other than his brother K. Not that you had confessed or anything, but you simply moved on later onwards and you obviously did not take account or take notice that little Taki would be a bit possessive and careful about that past statement. But Taki knew about it all and he is infact not as friendly about it as you thought. And now things turn for worse when you’re smiling and giggling, having way too much fun with K at YOUR DATE WITH TAKI. He’s definitely fuming. “Taki? Baby you’re awfully quiet. Something wrong?” you finally took notice of his absurd change in behavior. Him not wanting to ruin the day and the vibes; “Yea yea, just maybe the heat is getting to me” Obviously, Taki’s lie did not get past you but before you could even reply to his excuse, you felt yourself get dragged in a whip right into one of the capsules of the ferris wheel.

“Finally noticed me now huh?”

Maki : You never took Maki as the type to be a jealous person especially because he is always such a gentleman. The only image of him that filled your head was gentle, sweet, understanding and definitely the furthest thing away from the words possessive or jealous.

But it seems you didn’t know him well enough or he’s just too good at hiding it; he couldn’t hide it no more though, specifically when his older cousin, Nicholas paid a visit to you two. Just a simple helper who came to help out you two in your cooking session right? Except that the helper himself is a flirt; which was not helping the situation out at all. Nicholas unlike his cousin Maki got absolutely NO CHILL, and I’m talking he will rizz you up and flirt with you any chance he got, throwing smirks at Maki’s direction whenever he catches your boyfriend’s death glares. You were cutting up some Chinese cabbage when you felt a hand snaked around your waist. Assuming it was your boyfriend you turned around to find someone else. “Woah Nicho? ..what are you doing?” “Hm? Why? Can’t I just watch from here~?” a smug look on his face. Before you could recover from your shocked state, you were pulled right into a warm chest, far left from Nicho which pushed you to look up.

“No. No you cannot watch.”

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thefallennightmare · 4 months ago

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Just For Tonight: Part Two

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader x Nicholas Ruffilo

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, smut(voyeurism, p in v, oral-male and female receiving, fingering, degradation, spanking, choking, m/f/m relations that deal with three-way sex so read at your own risk if it's not your thing)

Summary: Ignoring everything the morning after a night of sheer pleasure was something this love triangle never expected. The familiar scars and electric hearts calling home to all of them.

Authors Note: Here's the long awaited part two! I would love to hear your thoughts on it. Enjoy my loves!

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PART ONE HERE

The bright rays from the sun broke through the curtains of my bedroom, casting our bare bodies in a warmth I’d been desperate for nearly all my life. I thought the two warm bodies were enough for me but I’d been wrong; there was only one warm body next to me, one that felt familiar. The other, unfamiliar one, had been long gone. His spot on the bed was almost cold to the touch.

Raising my head from Nicholas’ chest, I peered over to the other side of the bed where I expected to see Noah asleep but was only met with rumpled sheets. I furrowed my brows with confusion, doing my best to ignore the stinging pain in my hair when I realized he’d left sometime in the night. Something he said he wouldn’t do.

Seeing Nicholas was still asleep, I gently rolled over behind me to reach for my phone on the nightstand quickly working out a text to Noah.

Me: Where’d you go?

I tapped my phone on the mattress for a few moments, waiting for his reply, but was met with silence. Just as I was about to send another text, Nicholas’ calloused fingers grazed over my bare stomach as he pulled me into his chest.

“Morning, honey,” his voice was muffled by my hair.

I hummed with a smile. “Good morning. Sleep well?”

I felt him nod behind me. “Best night of sleep I’ve had in a while. How about you? You doing alright after last night?”

Last night.

Both of their cocks worked in spreading me wide for them. The room filled with the scent of all three of us, tangling together with the tellings of our ever growing affair. Some might have thought this was wrong but it felt so right; so free.

Blinking away the thoughts of last night, I turned over in Nicholas’ arms to place a tender kiss to his lips.

“I’m good. What about you?” I asked while trailing my finger over his cheek.

There was this lingering fear that he would have woken up today with regret for what happened last night. Yet the love that sparkled in Nicholas’ eyes told me otherwise.

“Surprisingly good,” he let out a low chuckle, hands grazing over my back. “I’m upset I can’t stay here in bed with you all day but duty calls.”

I frowned, remembering he had a full day of tattooing he had booked down at his shop. Nicholas would most likely be gone all morning and afternoon, meaning I’d be alone in the house with Noah.

All three of us were roommates and prior to last night, I usually didn’t mind staying alone in the house with Noah. We’d pass the time watching anime together or he’d show me what he and the guys had been working on in the studio. Nicholas never had to worry about his girlfriend and bestfriend hanging out together alone.

Yet now, things were different. Something I feared.

“You can’t stay? Reschedule the appointments?” I jutted out my bottom lip while rolling on top of him so I could straddle him.

Those dark eyes trailed over the purple marks that littered my neck, down to my breasts, and even the bite marks from last night that were forever etched into my skin. His fingers pinched my perky nipples and I let my head fall back in bliss.

“I can’t, honey. I have to get up and get ready.” his hand now gripped the back of my neck to pull me down to him, ravaging my lips with his own.

I moaned into the kiss, letting his familiar taste linger on my tongue as I rubbed my already wet folds up and down his growing cock. The kiss was messy and needy, telling me Nicholas was desperate for this from the moment he opened his eyes.

“I need to get up,” he said in between kisses.

“You don’t even have five minutes for me?” I teased him, leaving kisses across his neck.

Faint curses fell from his lips when I reached down between us, palming his cock. I knew I was still sticky and dirty from last night, never finding the energy to get up and shower, but it didn’t seem to bother Nicholas. With fingers wrapped around him, I guided myself down onto his cock and moaned out in pleasure. He always felt so good inside of me.

“Y/N,” he sighed just before our lips clashed again, this time slower.

It matched the pace of our thrust, both wanting to take time we didn’t have with each other. My breasts were pressed against his chest as Nicholas held me tighter, his strokes long as he dragged himself nearly all the way out, now only fucking me with the head of his cock.

My cries of pleasure were drowned out by the noise of the headboard smacking against the wall, Noah’s words from last night suddenly ringing in my head.

“This is what I would hear every fucking night. Imagining this scene in front of me; although seeing now, it’s much better than what I thought.”

“Honey,” Nicholas’ straight voice brought me back and I gazed down at him, cupping his cheek.

The look in his eyes was one I immediately recognized, so I urged him on with a nod.

“I’m so close too, Nicky. Let go.”

Both of our bodies stilled for a moment as I clenched around his cock with my release as he spilled inside of me. It was nothing compared to the rawness I felt from him last night, this time it was softer. I collapsed on top of him and Nicholas brushed away the strands of hair from my face so he could place a kiss on my forehead.

“Dinner tonight?”

I smiled into his chest and gave an eager nod. “I would love that.”

Whatever worry I had if things between us changed because of last night were quickly swept away. He meant what he said that regardless of what happened, he would still feel the same about me. He wouldn’t allow last night to affect us.

I, however, would soon realize that I was unable to keep that same promise.

Three hours later, I was dressed in a yellow bikini and trotted down the stairs towards the back yard. After Nicholas left for the tattoo shop, I allowed myself another hour of sleep before getting up to shower and decide to get something productive done.

The house had been quiet all morning which confused me because Noah always seemed to make some kind of noise as he stalked throughout whether it was his bed creaking as he got up in the morning or his voice lingering in the walls as he ran through the Bad Omens set, honing in on his craft. Yet this morning, it was as if he was a ghost roaming the halls.

After grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and connecting my phone to the outdoor bluetooth speaker, I stepped out into the blazing Los Angeles sun ready for an afternoon of sunbathing. It was a random off day for me so I planned on relaxing in an effort to forget about last night.

My plans were halted when I saw the lean tattooed body of Noah already outside, mowing the lawn. His body glistened with sweat from the sun and I squeezed my legs together at the sight. He looked God-like and memories of how his cock felt in my mouth made it water, wanting another taste. I knew I should go back inside to ignore him, especially since he ignored my text earlier this morning, but instead I set my things down on the lawn chair, quickly immersing myself into the book I’d brought out.

Ignoring Noah only lasted for a few minutes because as he turned with the mower, ready to come back the way he came, he froze when his eyes landed on my body laid out on the chair. My book was long forgotten as I felt his burning gaze travel over the material of my bikini, resting over the swell of my breasts the longest.

Neither of us said a word, unable to form the right thought because of how intense the battle was raging inside of us. It was wrong of us to have our gazes linger on places that didn’t belong to us but the gray shorts Noah wore left little to the imagination.

What imagination? You saw his dick last night.

I nearly choked when the thought plowed me and Noah raised a brow.

“Everything alright?” He wondered, the lawn mower still idling.

Running my sweaty hands over my thighs, I did my best to nod, which seemed to be enough for him because Noah was about to start mowing the lawn again. That was until my words made his shoulders go rigid.

“You left,” I let out a broken breath, my heart weighing heavy with his broken promise.

Noah ran a hand through his sweat slicked hair, those dark eyes all encompassing as they drank in the sight of me in my bikini yet again before falling into the chair beside me. “What did you want me to do, Y/N? Stay and pretend that this will work out between the three of us? You’re dating my best friend, you have been for years. It’s not right for me to want you; I can’t want you.”

“So we’re just supposed to pretend that last night didn’t happen? I’m sorry, I don’t think I can do that,” I admitted while pulling my knees close to my chest.

Noah snorted, eyes slicing into me. “It sure sounded like you moved on from last night with the moises you were making this morning.”

I blinked for a moment, suddenly realizing what he was talking about.

“You heard?”

“Of course I did, angel! Do you not realize I hear you and Nicholas every time he fucks you? I hear the way you moan for him, cry out for him, while I sit there wishing it was me? It’s been years of torture!”

Noah ran an aggravated hand over his jaw, doing his best to keep his composure.

“I-I didn’t know,” I admitted quietly under my breath yet I knew he heard me.

“Of course you didn’t. Because you were too busy wrapped up in your perfect life with Nicholas to see anything else,” Noah’s knees bounced rapidly.

This was not how I imagined the morning after to go. The delusional part of me thought that we’d all wake up together and figure out the complex parts of our relationship together. But it was clear that it was wrong of me to think that way.

“So what are you saying, Noah?” I scoffed. “You’re telling me you don't want me but yet, rambling on about how you wish it was you. You’re not making any sense.”

“Forget it,” he waved me off, casting his gaze over towards the end of the yard where he’d been previously watering all of my fruits and vegetables I’d been growing the last few months, the hose still extended all throughout the yard.

Gathering my things, I slowly rose from the lawn chair and motioned inside. “I should start getting ready. Nicholas is taking me to dinner tonight.”

Somber eyes landed on me for a beat and it was as if Noah’s feelings were bleeding out yet unable to correctly voice them. Instead, he let out a grunt of disapproval as he rose to his feet, beginning to move past me. Both of us trying to maneuver around each other was a hassle and I managed to trip over the hose, only seconds away from smacking my face on the concrete until strong arms wrapped around me. But the force of the fall managed to take both Noah and I down to the grass, him landing on top of me. The pain was nothing compared to the feeling on his chest on top of mine or his cock as it pressed against my thigh, in between his legs. Our erratic breaths were synchronized, almost like our souls were slowly becoming, and when he brushed a hand over my face, I leaned into his warm touch.

“Angel,” he breathed over my lips. “We can’t.”

“How am I supposed to forget you, Noah? I can’t. Last night meant too much to forget,” I scratched my nails along the tattoos on his chest.

Noah shivered from my touch as his eyes fluttered shut, his cock pressing against my thigh and I swore I heard a quiet moan crawl through his throat. It was evident in the way he clenched his jaw that he was holding himself back, it pained him not to consume me right then and there.

Our friendship was nothing more than a fading memory, this new and unsure future building a wall between us.

“All I crave is you, angel. I want every part of you,” his teeth grazed over my neck, leaving a tiny red mark just above one Nicholas had left this morning. Then his tongue dragged over the valley between my breasts, his finger ghosting over the thin material that hid my perky nipples. “But I can’t do that to Nicholas.”

Before I knew what was happening, Noah pushed himself off of me to retreat inside of the house. I gazed up at the suddenly dark sky, an incoming storm about to ravage the neighborhood, and couldn’t stop as I let out a groan.

“What the fuck did we do?”

"Oh Nicky," I moaned while arching my back off of the cool marble of the kitchen counter.

His words were muffled as he continued to lap up at my pussy, devouring me all to himself. It was as if something was driving him to pleasure me in ways he'd never reached before. Although, I knew there was no need for him to be in this competition with himself. It was futile because he knew my body like a book he'd been studying for years.

We’d returned from dinner moments ago to a dark and quiet house, Noah texting Nicholas that he had a training session with Ash and he wouldn’t be home tonight. I knew that it was because he wanted to be far away from our date. Earlier in the yard had acted like a block in my mind all night as I tried to enjoy dinner with Nicholas, who could tell something was on my mind. I didn’t want to talk about it because I wasn’t sure how he would react with the moment between Noah and I. It was made known that Nicholas knew how I’d always wanted Noah sexually yet he didn’t know how my heart yearned for Noah.

I loved Nicholas with my entire being. We planned a future together, we were each other forever, and I had no desire to change that because of one night of sexual frustrations.

All the same, was it fair to my heart to try and ignore the way Noah slowly crept inside of it? It was big enough to share this same love with both of them, no?

So to take my mind off of whatever was plaguing it, Nicholas was quick to capture my lips in a heated kiss, dragging me into the kitchen without breaking it.

“Need some dessert,” he mumbled against them before hoisting me up on the kitchen counter.

Nicholas’ teeth grazed over my clit before his lips wrapped around it, sucking eagerly. His fingers worked in and out of my walls, fucking me closer to the edge I'd been hanging off of all day. Ever since this morning in the backyard with Noah.

You can' think of him right now. Think of your boyfriend, Nicholas.

"That's it baby, cum for me. Soak my face," he demanded with a sharp bite to the inside of my thigh, slipping a third finger inside of me.

His thumb rubbed erratic circles on my clit and my body felt frozen, unable to drop off the ledge. My orgasm was right there, so close I could smell my arousal dripping down my legs right before Nicholas' warm tongue licked it up. I raked my nails through his hair, grasping onto the long locks to bring his face closer to my clit.

"'M so close. Don't stop." I practically begged.

Was it wrong to do this in a space we shared with Noah? Yes. Was it the first time? No.

Although, it was the first time we’d done it with someone watching.

Nicholas grunted, mouth now too busy for words. Yet, my attention was no longer on him but on the man standing in the doorway, shirtless with water dripping down his tattooed chest. It was apparent he’d just stepped out of the shower and the towel was hung low on his hips, the sunset from the large kitchen windows casting over his hard V line. Noah made no noise, simply watched with black eyes as Nicholas' tongue and fingers took turns fucking me.

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t even give Nicholas a warning that Noah was in fact not out; he was watching us with desire in his eyes. Just as I gathered the words on my tongue, ready to tell him, my head was rolled to the side as my orgasm began filling my veins. Half-lidded eyes watched as Noah dropped the towel to the floor so he could wrap his hand around his thick cock, stroking it slowly; up and down, his thumb smearing the beads of precum around the tip, almost using it as lubricant. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he tried so hard to remain quiet, not wanting to give way to Nicholas that he was watching. He leaned an arm against the doorway, movements around his cock still fast, almost punishing.

The sight of Noah pleasuring himself to Nicholas who was eating me out like a man starved was exactly what I needed to finally jump off the cliff edge, my orgasm wrapping its arms around me to carry me to blissful euphoria. As I came down from my high, panties still hanging around my ankles and skirt hiked up over my stomach, Nicholas helped me sit up against the countertop and I made a mental note to disinfect the area. His rough hands spread my legs wide so he could step between them and I allowed him to bury his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent.

“I love you so much, honey.”

My eyes were glued to the man in the doorway still, Noah’s chest heaving as he nearly collapsed to his knees when he spilled himself all over his hand; the milky substance painting over his limp cock. I licked my lips at the unholy sight of him, ravenous for the taste of him again. I wanted it to linger on my lips as I kissed Nicholas so he knew how his best friend tasted. I wanted Noah to fuck Nicholas’ cum into me. I wanted both of their seeds spilled down my throat.

Simply put, I wanted both of them.

Letting out a wavering breath, I ran my fingers through Nicholas’ hair and watched as Noah snatched up the towel from the ground, not bothering to clean his hand as he stalked back up the stairs; my eyes never leaving the sight of his perk ass.

“I love you too, Nicholas.”

Three days.

Noah had been avoiding me for three days and it felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest and stomped on repeatedly. True feelings aside, what hurt the most was that I lost my best friend. He’d ignore my texts asking if he wanted to watch a movie or if he wanted to go on a run together. I tried to understand where he was coming from, understand his feelings on the situation but everytime I did, it only made the lingering feelings of possible regret weigh heavy on my shoulders.

I had to put my best fake smile on tonight because Nicholas invited everyone over for a little get together and we all were piled into the living room as music blared through the speakers. This was the first time I’d seen Noah and the sight of him dressed in black paint and a matching tank top made my heart jump into my throat. His chain and bracelet glinted underneath the red neon lights we had hung around the living room which in turn made my white sundress glow radiantly; Nicholas humming endearing yet naughty things in my ear all night while I sat in his lap. His hands would occasionally slink up underneath my dress to ghost over my pussy, wet with arousal from his words. It went undetected by everyone; well, almost everyone.

Noah’s black eyes watched us, tracking every movement of Nicholas’ hands and lips as it nibbled on my ear. I giggled and dragged my nails over the exposed part of his chest, him opting to leave the first three buttons of his shirt undone.

“I missed you last night. I need to feel you around my cock, honey,” Nicholas purred in my ear.

I sucked in a breath, admitting I missed him last night as well. “Why don’t we send everyone home and maybe take a dip in the hot tub?”

His eyes sparkled even filled with darkness but simply tapped my thigh. “Soon.”

With a frown, I turned towards Folio, who had asked me a question, and conversed with him for a long while, every so often letting my eyes towards the man in the corner of the room. It seemed as if he’d been busy as well, a mutual female friend of Jolly’s girlfriend showing up tonight. As soon as she saw Noah, she was attracted to him like a magnet. Although, I couldn’t say the same for him.

“I need another drink,” Nicholas muttered before rising from the chair.

Gently, I pushed him back down and stood while smoothing out my dress. “I’ll grab it. I want some more snacks anyway.”

Leaving him with a quick kiss, I walked into the kitchen and felt a warm presence behind me. Just as I turned to see who it was, Noah wrapped his fingers around my elbow, dragging me into the small bathroom off of the hallway.

Darkness wrapped around us and our staggered breaths filled the tight space. My hand smacked the wall in an effort to find the switch but Noah linked his fingers with mine, locking both hands against the bathroom counter.

“Noah,” I gasped. “What are you doing?”

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could make out the faint lines of his face and nearly fell when I saw his pupils were blown wide with lust.

“I heard you last night,” Noah lifted my chin with his nose so he could leave a trail of feather-like kisses along my neck.

My face reddened in the shadowy bathroom, knowing what he was talking about. Nicholas had spent the night at Jolly’s place, getting a little too tipsy to drive home. So it was only Noah and I but we both kept ourselves locked in our bedrooms. I’d been left alone with one of my favorite dark romance books, one particular scene making me squirm with the need to know what it felt like to be blindfolded as a man ate me out. I tried to ignore the burn between my legs all night but even after my cold shower, it did nothing to help. So I laid spread out on mine and Nicholas’ bed with my black rose vibrator pressed hard against my clit and cried out with elation as I came.

I swallowed thickly and gripped the edge of the counter behind me when he let my hands go. “I-I-don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Noah hummed, the noise rumbling deep within his chest as his fingers slipped underneath my sundress, ghosting over my hip. One lone finger pressed inside of my walls and I hastily reached for anything I could to grab a hold off. His scent was intoxicating, rendering me useless as his strokes were so fast, my knees began to buckle.

“Does Nicholas know you called out my name instead of his when you came?”

The pleasure I’d been chasing vanished with his words and I angrily pushed back against Noah, growing tired of his games. “Fuck you!”

One hand wrapped around my throat, pulling me flush against the door, it rattled behind me with the force of it while the other hand rested on my swollen mound, his fingers gathering the wetness over my panties. It was made known I’d like sex rough so the feeling of his hands all over me made a pathetic whine fall from my lips.

“You can lie all you want, angel,” Noah murmured in my ear, still with a tight grip around my neck. “But I know you want this. Your pussy says otherwise.”

How dare he act like it was me that didn’t want this? All I wanted was him. And Nicholas. But it was Noah that couldn’t get over his feelings of betrayal with Nicholas.

I roughly pushed him away and flipped on the bathroom light, the room suddenly filled with the bright glow. Noah stood there watching me with a preying gaze but I continued to stand tall against him.

“Fuck you, Noah! You’re such an asshole for playing these mind games. You can’t tell me that you crave me but then continue to push me away. You don’t get the right to tell me we can’t be together but then in the same breath touch me like this! You don’t get the best of both worlds.”

“Y/N,” he stared, eyes softening, but I held up a hand to silence him.

“Go back to the party and the girl that’s ready to open her legs for you because I’m done with the fucking mind games.”

Ignoring the burn in my throat, I stormed out of the bathroom toward the living room and to Nicholas, whose smile radiated the light in the darkness that was consuming me. But when he saw the flustered state I was in, he rose from his chair and was quick to bring me into his arms. The dark locks I loved to run my fingers through were falling in soft waves around his shoulders.

“What’s the matter, honey?” Nicholas wondered.

I blew out a shaky breath while grasping onto the shirt on his back, desperately wishing that night didn’t happen. There was no way my friendship with Noah would ever be the same.

“I’m alright now. I just need you,” I admitted, burying my face into his chest.

He kissed the top of my head before falling back into the chair with me on his lap again.

“I’m right here, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere.”

We sat there in our own bubble as our friends conversed, Nicholas’ hand grazing up and down my bare thigh. I allowed myself to retreat into the familiarity of his touch, letting it calm my racing thoughts. Yet when my eyes traveled over to the man across from us, my heart sank to the depths of my stomach.

The girl who had been around Noah all night was now latched onto his side, whispering something in his ear. Our eyes met finally and it was an intense battle of who would look away first, neither of us wanting to falter. I’d been so consumed by Noah that I missed the way Nicholas watched both of us, realization finally settling on his face

As I saw everyone out, Nicholas and Noah separately retreating upstairs a while ago, I hung out in the doorway with Jolly as we finished up our conversation. Thankfully, the girl that was hanging out with Noah all night finally got the hint he wasn’t interested and left hours ago which was right after he sauntered up to his bedroom.

“Are you sure you’re alright? You seemed kind of out of it tonight,” he noted while stuffing his hands in his pockets.

I hesitated for a moment, deciding whether or not to tell Jolly the truth. He’d been a good friend of mine for a few years now but there were still parts of my life I’d like to keep hidden from him.

Yeah, like the threesome sex you had a few nights ago.

“Do you think it’s possible to love two people at once?” I nibbled on my bottom lip after glancing upstairs.

Jolly gave me a warm smile, squeezing my shoulder. “I think you and your heart already know the answer to that, Y/N.”

While it wasn’t made known how the three of us felt for each other, it was clear to the others. Bidding him a good night, I shut the door and locked it. Exhaustion from the day ached my tired bones and I slowly climbed the stairs to my bedroom where I knew Nicholas was waiting for me. Passing Noah’s bedroom, I paused for a moment to peer inside the open door. His bed was unmade which was unlike him but the room was empty. Shrugging, I continued a few more steps before entering my room, nearly running back out from what I saw.

Nicholas leaned against the dresser, arms folded across his chest, something clutched in the palm of his hand, and Noah sitting on the edge of the bed, head hung low. This was the first time I’d seen them alone together since that night and I cursed when I couldn’t tell if either of them were upset. They’d both changed out of their party clothes and while Noah was shirtless, wearing a pair of black joggers, Nicholas was wearing a familiar pair of red plaid pajama pants and donning a black shirt.

“What’s going on?” I asked, rubbing my elbow.

Nicholas sighed and pushed himself off the dresser, beckoning me over to him. “I’m tired of seeing my girlfriend and bestfriend at odds with how they feel about each other.”

“Nicholas,” I began as he all but practically pushed me onto Noah’s lap, who managed to catch me by resting his hands on my ass.

“I don’t know why you two are skirting around this. What we all did that night, it changed all of us in different ways,” Nicholas spoke behind me, rummaging around his dresser, most likely hiding whatever was in his hand when I walked in.

I turned my head towards him, trying to get out of Noah’s grip but it only made him hold on tighter.

“I never wanted things to change the way it had,” Nicholas continued before sitting down next to Noah on the bed. “All I want is for you to be happy, honey.”

I nodded. “I am happy, Nicky. With you.”

Noah gently turned my chin so I had no choice but to face him. “And me?”

The lines in my forehead creased with confusion. “You’ve made it clear how you feel about this, Noah. You told me we can’t because of Nicholas.”

“All you two idiots had to do was talk to me,” Nicholas chuckled. “If I wasn’t open to the idea of this relationship, I never would have suggested us having sex together that night.”

My head snapped over towards him while still in Noah’s embrace. “Wait, what are you saying?”

He merely cupped the back of my head to capture my lips in an ever telling kiss, his words pouring out through it rather than verbally. My tongue tangled with his, tasting the drink from earlier, and Noah began to lift the end of my dress higher up until it rested underneath my breasts. His hands worked over every inch of my skin as Nicholas and I continued to kiss.

Finally needing a breath, he pulled away to rest his forehead against mine. “Noah and I talked. We’re willing to give this three way relationship a try if you are, Y/N.”

I leaned back so I could look at both of them but then gave Noah my attention fully.

“I’m hurt that you didn’t talk to me, Noah. Sex aside, we had a great friendship and it felt like you threw it away,” I admitted with a wavered breath.

He cupped my cheek, almond eyes bouncing between mine. “I’m sorry, angel. You know how fucked I am when it comes to talking about my feelings especially when it comes to you.”

I fiddled with the chain around his neck. “What exactly are those feelings?”

Noah and Nicholas shared a look and when the latter nodded, Noah’s lips met mine in a tender embrace. This kiss, just like the first, caused fireworks to explode within me as what started as a short kiss slowly grew into a favored frenzy as his hands lifted my dress up over my head, breaking the kiss for only a second. As the material fluttered down to the ground, Noah flipped us over onto the bed and stared down at the only pair of clothes I now wore; a simple cotton thong.

“I want you, angel. Every day from this moment forward, I want all of you,” Noah proclaimed before shimming out of his joggers and briefs.

Somehow in the moment of our kiss, I hadn’t noticed Nicholas moving from the end of the bed to the headboard, making himself comfortable.

“Do you want me?” Noah paused before climbing into the bed with us.

I reached up to lock my hands around his neck and pulled him down with me. “More than anything.”

Our hands were everywhere, groping and needing to feel something more powerful than the love that was beginning to consume us. Noah spread my legs wide for him, snapping his eyes over towards Nicholas, who had worked himself out of his own clothes.

“Grab the blindfold.”

“Blindfold?” I repeated while looking over to Nicholas as he reached for something in the nightstand drawer.

“Do you trust us, honey?” He asked.

I nodded. “Of course.”

Nicholas smiled before brushing his lips over my forehead. “Good girl.”

Sucking in a breath at the praise, I allowed him to cover my eyes with the blindfold and suddenly my senses were heightened as my loss of vision was apparent. I felt the bed dip around me as Noah and Nicholas muttered quietly amongst themselves, the only words I picked up were “take” and “turns”.

My hands were tied together at the wrists and as I tried to yank on them, the headboard smacked against the wall.

They tied me to the headboard?

“What’s going on?” I asked, nerves taking over, and I began to writhe against the bed.

A kiss to the top of my breasts, long hair falling over my face.

Nicholas.

“Trust us, honey. We’ve got you.”

Swallowing the thick feeling of jitters, I felt warm breath over my clit and I shivered when a wet tongue began lapping up my arousal. My body arched off the bed as I tried to fight against my bindings. I needed to run my hands through the hair that tickled the insides of my thigh. I couldn’t tell who was between my legs and it made me let out an aggravated groan.

“What’s the matter, angel?” Noah spoke.

The tongue fucking halted and just as I was about to guess it was Noah, Nicholas’ warm breath fanned over my ear.

“Can you guess which one of us is tasting that sweet pussy?”

“I-I,” the words died on my lips causing both of them to chuckle darkly.

For the next handful of minutes, I felt both of them taking turns eating me out, one bringing me closer to the edge of bliss only to stop so the other could slowly drag it out. By the end of it, I was screaming with my pleas.

“I need to cum, please. I’m so close,” tears slipped from behind the blindfold, the edging nearly causing me to combust.

“Hm, I don’t think so,” Noah’s teeth sank into the side of my neck just as the pair of lips around my clit vanished with a loud pop.

I lay there exposed for them to devour, angry with my need for release only to be denied.

“I fucking hate you both,” I cursed at them.

My mouth was captured in a messy kiss, my essences lingering on the tongue that explored me.

“No you don’t, angel,” Noah sucked on my bottom lip before pulling away.

Bright light seeped into the room causing me to blink a few times when I realized the blindfold had been pulled off, allowing me to see the unholy sight in front of me. Nicholas was on his knees, hand wrapped around his cock as he stroked himself over my breasts, Noah not too far away. He sat on the bed next to me, forcing my mouth over to his awaiting cock with a bruising grip on my hair.

“Be a good girl and choke on it while Nicholas paints your chest with his cum,” Noah snarled; not in the mean way but in the way that the whole entire scene was causing him to feel things he knew he shouldn't.

It’s what we all felt.

How could anyone understand this? How would anyone react positively when we told them all three of us were together?

That’s the thing, dumbass. No one else matters beside you three. Your friends already can tell how much love is shared between you guys. That’s all that matters.

Agreeing with the voice in my head, I laid out my tongue granting Noah permission to slip his cock down my throat; meeting very little resistance. I held him there for a long moment, peering up at him through lashes to see he had one hand against the wall to keep himself upright while the other was still tangled in my hair. Darting my gaze over to Nicholas, I let out a muffled moan when I felt his warm cum spurt all over my chest, some hitting the underside of my chin. He let out a guttural moan, nearly falling on top of me but caught himself.

Nicholas gathered up some of his cum and tapped my jaw. “Open up for me, honey. Just a bit.”

Noah halted his fucking of my throat just long enough for Nicholas to stuff two fingers full of cum in my mouth, them grazing over Noah’s slick cock, making him shiver.

“Fuck man, too close,” he semi snapped.

Nicholas rolled his eyes before forcing my mouth closed over Noah’s cock again. “It’s bound to happen.”

“Still,” Noah grunted, now holding my head with both hands. “I love you but not in that way.”

With Nicholas’ cum still in my mouth, I used it as a way to help glide my tongue up and down Noah’s cock, reveling in the way they both tasted. It was a sinful gleam that filled my eyes as I watched both of them.

Nicholas dragged a finger through the cum on my chest, down to my pussy to press it inside of me.

Noah, so close to the edge of his own release, that his jaw was clenched and eyes screwed shut. The muscles of his stomach were taut as he tried to hold himself back, unsure what for. So with a gentle tap to his thigh, I allowed him what he’d tried hard to fight against. With a low groan, Noah’s hips stilled and soon his warm cum mixed with Nicholas’ still in my mouth and I swallowed it greedily when Noah slipped out.

My hands were still bound to the bed and the silk tie was beginning to cut deep into my wrists.

“These are starting to hurt,” I said quietly.

Nicholas reached up over to me to untie the binds and brought my wrists to his lips, kissing away the red marks.

“Still with us?” Noah wondered, running fingers through my hair.

I nodded in pure fulfillment, even though I had yet to cum. “I'm good.”

“That’s what I want to hear,” Nicholas praised before helping me to my knees, leaving a few chaste kisses along my spine.

Noah and him switched positions so he was behind me and Nicholas was in front of me, all three of us still on the bed that seemed suddenly too small for us. If this was going to be a recurring thing, we needed to talk about getting a bigger bed.

Nicholas cock was already hard as he brushed the head over my lips, precum glazing them.

“Open up for me, honey,” he tapped my jaw and I obeyed.

As I worked my mouth up and down his length, I felt the presence of Noah’s face behind my ass and pussy, his chest rumbling with approval.

“Look how wet you are, angel. Is this for us?”

I did my best to nod over Nicholas but it didn't seem enough for Noah, who smacked my ass with a viscous palm; my cries muffled by the cock in my mouth. While Nichiolas always was a gentle lover with the occasional rough ness, it seemed like that was all Noah; which I didn’t mind. I craved it.

“No one else gets you this wet, huh?” Noah chuckled dryly, typing his fingers through my arousal, making even more of a mess between my legs.

I dug my nails into Nicholas’ thighs, hoping he understood omy silent answer as I continued to bob my head up and down, doing my best to please him. I wanted to please both of them. Noah lined himself up behind me, slowly pressing himself in and very quickly, I clenched around him. I didn’t doubt the sight of us tangled like this was immoral but with the way our skin brushed against each other, our shared warmth emanating in waves throughout the bedroom, I didn’t care.

Our souls connected together, becoming one just like our bodies had, and I knew from this moment on, both of those two would love me until my last breath; even if one of them hadn’t verbally admitted it yet.

While Noah found himself in a comfortable position behind me, I could tell it was hard for Nicholas to keep himself up right due to the force of Noah’s thrusts. So he reached for Nicholas’ hand, linking them together and holding their arms above me, a way to anchor themselves together.

Nicholas’ twitched inside of my mouth, an indication he was close, so I laid my tongue out flat for him. Make up mixed with tears ran down my face and my jaw was starting to lock up from the force of his ruthless fucking of my throat.

“You took him so well, angel. Now, be a good girl and let him use your throat like the slut you are,” Noah growled through gritted teeth.

I felt his cock reaching points I’d never felt before, it bruising my walls but I continued to cry out in pleasure with each thrust. Nicholas’ eyes casted down to where Noah and I were connected, an inky black filling his once shiny iris’. The way their bodies pulled me back and forth between the two of them, almost a silent telling of the way my heart had felt the last few days.

“Fuck,” he squeezed Noah’s hands. “The sight of your dick sliding in and out of her. I can’t-. Shit.”

All at once, Nicholas spilled all over my tongue, shooting himself deep down my throat. The taste was different than Noah’s yet I still drank every last drop. Completely spent, he fell to the bed just as Noah slipped out of me momentarily lifting me into his arms, my legs wrapping around him.

“Where are we going?” I asked, almost breathless.

I caught sight of Noah in the mirror as we walked past it, naked and tattooed skin glistening with his sweat and my pussy clenched with the need to be filled again.

Noah’s strong arms carried me out of mine and Nicholas’ room over towards his, kicking the door shut behind him.

“He gets to hear what I had to for years,” Noah smirked before tossing me onto his bed.

The LED light glowed from underneath his bed and it made him exude a red aura around him, almost pulsating with his desire for me. He stood at the end of the bed, basking in the sight of me undoubtedly cast in the same aura, and I noticed the softest of smiles pull at the corner of his lips. His chain and bracelet being the only article of some kind of clothing as he ran a hand through his hair, slicking it back out of his face.

“What?” I sat up on my elbow, suddenly self conscious. “Are you having second thoughts?”

He quickly shook his head before crawling over me. “Far from it, Y/N. I love you.”

My heart swelled with his admission and tears burned in the corners of my eyes. I’d been anguished for so long thinking Noah wouldn’t feel the same. My love for him was something I admitted to myself years ago. After another night of shared moments between us that went unspoken; both of us pushing that night far back to the recesses of our minds because at the time, we thought it was wrong. But now, knowing how we felt about each other, maybe there was hope that moment could be talked about without the feeling of regret.

I seized his lips in a leisurely kiss, savoring everything about him.

“I love you too, Noah,” I proclaimed before kissing him again and basked in the feeling of how finally he was mine; both him and Nicholas.

He wasted no time in slipping back inside of me, wrapping one of my legs around his back so he could fuck into me with a new angle. Neither of us would last long, this we knew, so as our kiss became more frantic, his thrusts more uneven, I let my hands wander down to the cool skin of his ass, grabbing a hold of it to push himself deeper.

“I love you so fucking much, angel,” Noah panted, punctuating his words thrust for thrust.

My head fell back deeper into the pillows, his familiar scent engulfing me, staining deep into my skin, and as my orgasm finally washed through me after a night of denial, I cried out his name like a prayer; a woman praying to her king.

“I love you too, Noah.”

As the headboard slammed against the wall violently, matching his thrusts, Noah soon fell over with me and kept himself locked inside of me to make sure I took every last drop of him.

The earlier feeling of exhaustion suddenly clawed its way inside of me again just as Noah pulled out, his cum dripping down my leg, and collapsed next to me. I lay on my back with him on his stomach, a tattooed arm over my stomach to keep me in place. I dragged a finger over the colorful red colors of the tattoos, the one Nicholas did for him, and let out a sigh.

“What’s wrong?” Noah yawned, kissing my shoulder.

I frowned. “We left Nicholas alone.”

Before Noah could say anything, his door was almost kicked open, a very tired Nicholas stepping inside of the room with a pair of blue boxers hung low on his hips.

“ ‘m tired,” he mumbled while slipping into the bed next to me, arm resting just below Noah’s.

The three of us lay in silence for a few moments but before I could let the slumber consume me, I let my voice carry out into the air in front of me.

“So, does this mean we're officially a couple? Or technically would it be a throple? I don’t know how this works,” I admitted sheepishly.

Noah propped his chin up on his palm, looking down at me while Nicholas played with my hair.

“You can date both of us, together. We can do things as a trio or you can do things with each of us separately,” Nicholas said.

“But Nicholas and I won’t be doing stuff with or to each other. Like I said, I love you, just not in that way,” Noah chuckled before ruffeling Nicholas’ hair.

I turned towards the latter man, reading his expression to make sure this was what he wanted. I didn’t want him to give up his own feelings and beliefs to make me happy.

“You’re fine with this, Nicky?” I trailed a finger across his jawline.

His own fingers palmed my breasts. “More than fine with it, Y/N. I knew for a long time now that your heart wanted Noah’s along with mine but I wanted you to be the one to realize it on your own.”

Noah stifled a yawn behind his hand and went to snuggle up next to me. “I’m exhausted.”

I giggled as he buried his face into my neck while Nicholas rested his chin on my head. Noah’s bed was immensely smaller than Nicholas's and mine, but somehow, we managed to make it work. We could figure out the logistics of where the sleeping arrangements would be and fine-tune all the details tomorrow but for now, we would rest.

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COLD HANDS e.williams

☆ WORD COUNT - 2K

ELLIE WILLIAMS X FEM!READER

☆ SUMMARY - a drabble of the wintery christmas' spent with you and your girlfriend, ellie williams, in jackson.

☆ WARNINGS - none, pure fluff :) (that felt weird to say) petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

"for god sake, angel." ellie tutted as she cupped your hands in hers, ignoring the light tone she used with her almost harsh words. "what have i told you about wearing your gloves?"

you smiled, a ditzy, dumb smile at her as you tilted your head. she rolled her eyes and yet her lips curved up. it was hard not to grin at you when you smiled at her like that. but you couldn't help it either, she was so sweet when she fussed over you, it made your heart melt and your knees almost give out.

it was mid-december and jackson was covered in snow and frost. you adored winter and everything about it. even when it was just rain, no snow, you couldn't help but absolutely adore cuddling up in front of the fire with your lover, making hot coco that you had found on a run and using one of the old dvd players to watch some sappy christmas movie that again you and ellie went scowering for on a run.

you remembered blissfully, the very first one you had found.

it was merely approaching november, but you were a christmas finatic so naturally, you were already humming little christmas jingles that joel had showed you and ellie on the guitar. you dreamed of a normal christmas, without the apocalypse, with a santa clause and elves, with everyone dressed in red and green with little santa hats on their heads. you dreamed of putting up a christmas tree that you had bought, then again, you did adore the pine trees tommy and joel always found for the community of jackson, just as you adored putting it up with ellie in your shared living room.

upon seeing everyone elses christmas trees, you realised you and ellie had sort of failed the task. everyone chose set colours, whether it be red, or silver, maybe even black and gold whereas yours and ellie's tree was covered from head to toe in many different coloured baubles, green, purple, pink, red, yellow, you name it, it was stuck on the tree. along with the beeds and tinsel you had both found together, wrapping it all nicely. and of course, ellie always lifted you to put the star on the tree because she adored your excited giggle just as much as you adored christmas.

while you didn't have a santa clause, you still heard stories of the old saint nicholas from joel miller. sure, you knew he wasn't real in the real world anyway, but the thought of parents struggling to pretend to be a make-believe man in the sky just so they could see the happy smiles on their childrens faces, it was beyond admirable, the thought too made your heart swoon.

ellie never understood your fixation with the big fat man who fell down chimney's, but she always shared stories with you on what her friends used to tell her when she was younger, the older people of the boston quarantine zone would tell her all kinds of folklore and fairytails of the man, so of course she just had to share them with you too.

you were both on patrol, searching the area when you came across an old dvd store, so, of course, you both dived in as fast as you could. you were always one for movies. "careful." ellie muttered, lifting a large branch out of your way so you could enter the run down building. it looked desperate from the outside, as though it was merely remains of what a dvd store used to be. but upon entering, you and ellie both realised that the only damage was to the outside, for the inside was... ethereal, unlike anything you had ever seen before.

it was massive, so large that when you glanced up, you almost felt queasy of how high the building was. your eyes as big as saucers, your mouth hanging open, ellie just had to chuckle at your face. but you paid no mind, turning to grasp her hand. "c'mon, let's look!" tugging her along as she shook her head, still chuckling.

"okay, baby, just calm down." though, she knew you would indefinitely not calm down any time soon, and she didn't really want you to, for that pretty look on your face was enough to make her own heart melt, eyes boring into your face, gazing at you with eyes filled with so much love and acclamation, she truly wished to spend a million more days, a thousand more christmas', she wished to spend the rest of her future with you and she would. one day, she'd ask the question, one day. but you were both still young then, as you were now. so she'd wait, because she knew you would too.

it didn't take long for you both to become engrosed in the dvd's, flicking through as many as you could find. you had a pile, ones in which you would bring home today. of course, the dvd store was beyond huge, you surely wouldn't look through everything within a month, let alone a day. "oh my god!" ellie turned, brows knitted together at your loud yell. "look, ellie, look!" shoving a dvd in her face.

"what is it?" she laughed at you, taking it into her hands so she could push it down, away from her face and gaze at the cover. the title read 'the muppet christmas carol.' you and ellie had watched a number of the muppets, never had you thought there was a christmas version. the cover showed a picture of cermet the frog, another little frog sitting on his shoulder and standing next to them was miss piggy along with gonzo, swinging from a pole, all covered in snow.

she lowered the dvd to see your face, big bright eyes staring up at her. "Isn't it amazing!" you were over the moon. "can we watch it tonight?!"

ellie chuckled once more, hand reaching out to tuck some hair behind your ear, she loved when you were excited, so much so that it made her beyond dumb. "of course we can." she'd just about agree to anything you asked. pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head, watching as your face heated up in a pink blush. "now c'mon, we need to get back before maria thinks we're doing something else." wriggling her brows. that didn't just make you go pink, you went an insane red colour.

and that very suddenly became you and ellie's 'thing.' you'd constantly be looking for dvd stores on your patrols, always circling back to that one, taking a dig at boxes upon boxes. sure, you were both looking for any kind of dvd, but you knew it had been a good day when you found a christmas dvd. and very suddenly, your supply closet was overflowing with boxes.

however, not all days of december were filled with such joy.

"you need to listen to me more often." the girl stated as she kicked the front door closed, dropping her bags so she could cup your hands again, rubbing her own off yours so she could heat them up with friction.

"i do listen to you." you claimed and ellie couldn't help but purse her lips for she knew you did listen to her but sometimes that warm and fuzzy feeling inside of you when she told you what to do simply got too much for you to handle and you found yourself listening but not listening. "jus forgot."

a blanket of snow had fallen upon jackson at this time of year, so the cold nipped just a little harder, and the sicknesses bit a little rougher. she knew how prone you were to sicknesses, just as you were to accidents due to you being just so clumsy. she told you this morning to wear gloves and yet you left your gloves, hat and scarf at home, the only thing you actually showed up to the stables with that would help was a long jacket. she kept one enlarged hand over your two small ones, the other coming up to tuck hair behind your ear, thumb tracing the line of your jaw. she loved you but oh, how you'd be the death of her. "you go upstairs and get on some fluffy pijama's okay, i'm gonna light the fire 'n i'll be right up, alright?"

"okay, ellie." big grin on your face as you reached your face up, pressing a kiss to her soft lips. it wasn't a long sensual one, a small peck and yet so much passion was pushed into the little way your lips pressed against her own. her hand smacked your bum on your way causing you to turn and playfully glare, hands coming to cover your behind as you made your way up the stairs, ellie could only laugh.

the girl knew you took downright forever to get ready so she didn't have a care in the world as she found herself placing sticks into the fire, loading it up with coal and so on. by the time she was finished, you still weren't down so she made her way up to the shared bedroom of yours. she could hear you getting dressed in the bathroom, so while you were busy, she too decided to get into comfortable clothes. a grey baggy-ish sweatpants along with a white long tee, sort of tight but loose enough. she rolled her eyes with a smirk when you still were not ready. no matter how many times she told you hurry, you never did, always getting distracted by the little things, whether it be the little droplets of condensation on the mirror, or tying something on your top. your thoughts ran too fast, you'd get distracted, fail at tying it. stop, try again, think too fast, fail, stop, try again and again and again until finally, you yelled ellie's name and asked for her help. but she never got mad at you, on the contrary, she simply smiled and laughed while you stared up at her with big puppy eyes.

you found yourself ready soon after ellie headed back downstairs. you were in, as told, a fluffy pijamas. tommy miller had gifted it to you one chirstmas, it was a grey pijamas with three polar bears sitting on the front of the jumper. you loved the clothing dearly, always slipping it on in december, you loved the feeling of being cozy in the cold. it was one of the many reasons why you'd pick winter over summer over and over again until your last breath.

when you came down from the stairs, you spotted ellie sitting in front of the dvd player, between the now lighting fire and the coffee table in which two mugs of hot coco was sitting upon. you couldn't help the way your face lit up, that massive grin on your face as your eyes began to crinkle. the girl turned around, controller in her hand as she too matched your smile. "took your time." she joked, a soft look etched to her face. "can you grab the blanket, baby?"

you nodded your head, muttering a small 'okay' before making your way towards the couch and picking up the checkered brown and green blanket that reminded you of how close christmas was.

it didn't take long for the movie to start. ellie decided on the muppets christmas carol again, just as she always had, stating it was her favourite. you too loved it, so who were you to deny? ellie wrapped the blanket around her back, sitting up against the lit fire as you sat between her legs, your back to her stomach as her arms enveloped you, wrapping the blanket around you too.

the feeling made you drousy, the room was supposed to be dark, however, the lit fire, the tv playing the movie and the little christmas lights that danced on the trees made it hard not to alluminate the entire room. however, with your head falling on ellie's shoulder from behind, the taste of hot chocolate in your mouth and the feeling of her arms, enveloping you as if you were a baby.

well, you couldn't help the way your eyes began to close, your lips pushed together into a pretty pout as you slowly succumbed to sleep in the embrace of your lover.

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beaker1636 · 10 months ago

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Permanent Mark - Nicholas Ruffilo Smut

AN: This kinda spilled out, I'm really glad though because something finally broke my slump... so I hope ya'll enjoy!!

You let out a soft sigh as you stand outside the tattoo shop, hyping yourself up for this as you have never gotten a tattoo this large before. You have wanted to get your owl tattoo for awhile now, and when you saw Nicholas’ work you knew you wanted him to do it, his style something that you enjoyed.

Maybe that’s your problem though. One, he is the bassist of one of your favorite bands and you are going to have to sit and act like you aren’t a weird fangirl. Two, the two of you haven’t met in person, you have had to communicate over email and messages because of his tour, so your first time meeting and talking to him his hands are going to be all over your thighs. And three, you find him attractive, very attractive so him having his hands on you is going to be a slight distraction for you.

You finally decide to walk in, making your way towards the front desk to check in, Nicholas greeting you with a smile.

“I was wondering when you would finally walk in, that nervous about this?” He asks, teasing you lightly, trying to help you relax.

“No, not that nervous, just excited. I have wanted this tattoo for awhile, and based on your sketches I know it’ll be awesome,” you respond, hoping that you don’t come across like a weird fangirl or anything.

“I can understand that, I actually already stenciled up the one that you said you liked if you are ready to come back,” he asks, starting to lead you back towards his chair, still with a soft smile on his face, wanting you to feel comfortable.

You follow behind, waiting for him to show you the stencil and size.

“I know we talked about it and that it’s a thigh piece, if we need to resize it once we see how it looks that is no big deal,” he says, showing you.

“I-yeah, let me just take my jeans off…. Shit that sounded bad, I wore shorts under them to make it easier on you, I didn’t mean it in a weird way,” you ramble, now blushing bright red as you move to slip your jeans down.

“I figured, why don’t you hop up in the chair and I’ll apply it, we can then figure out if we like the size and placement yeah,” he says, motioning for you to take a seat, which you do, still blushing at how awkward you made things. Not realizing that he didn’t mind what you said, he was more focused on slipping his gloves on and applying the first stencil.

You watch him as his hands now touch your thigh, applying it for you. When it’s on he gives you a chance to look in the mirror, seeing what you think of the placement and the size.

“What do you think? I think we should go a little bigger but it’s your decision,” he says, glancing at you as you look at it.

You look at it for a moment, trying to decide what you think before you nod in agreement. “Yeah, I think you’re right, it would look better if we made it bigger. Hopefully it’s not too much work to change it up.”

“Nope, we will wipe this one off and then I will go resize it quickly,” he responds, taking a wet paper towel and wiping the stencil off my skin before going back behind the desk and doing a couple things, coming back with a larger one.

When he returns and gently places the larger stencil on you he looks up at you to see what you are thinking. “I think it looks much better like this, what do you think y/n?” he asks, waiting for you to decide if you like it.

“That looks much better, I like it,” you respond, a big smile on your face as the reality of you finally getting this tattoo you’ve wanted for so long is finally hitting you.

“Awesome, I will get started with the outlines. Did you decide what colors you wanted me to use or do you want me to surprise you?” He asks, getting all his materials ready before you hear the machine turn on, your anxiety spiking.

“I don’t know, I was thinking that galaxy-like colors would be cool. Like blues and purples, but if you have a different idea I am open to it honestly. You’re the artist here, not me, so you probably have more idea of what would look good.” You say softly, trying not to jump when you feel him start his first line.

“I was hoping you would say that, I wanted to use those colors honestly. I think they’d look great on your skin tone. So, let’s get started, enjoy the next few hours we have together. If you need a break or anything let me know okay?” He asks, making sure that you meet his eyes for a moment, to catch how serious he is before he looks down to get started.

“Of course, I can’t wait to see how it comes out,” you say excitedly, watching him get started. There is something so mesmerizing, watching him while he is so focused, while his eyes are so focused on what he does as his hands run along your skin.

The buzzing is a little annoying, but it is nothing you aren’t used to, having gotten a couple tattoos in the past.

As he works he can tell that you are watching him, that you enjoy watching him as he works. He’s not sure exactly why, but it’s flattering. Once he gets a little more in the zone he decides to try and talk to you, wanting to get to know you a little better but also to break the silence.

“So, is this your first tattoo you’ve gotten?” He asks you, continuing to drag the needle across your skin as he does the outlines, sneaking a couple looks at your face here or there as he goes to gauge your reactions, making sure that you aren’t too uncomfortable.

“No, I have a rather large one on the back of my shoulder that I had done awhile ago when I was in college and then a set of song lyrics that was added to it. It’s just not visible when I am in a shirt, I also have a magnifying glass on my bicep but you can’t really see it with the long sleeves I’m in. This one is one I have wanted and sat on for a while though honestly.” you admit, feeling a little shy while you say it.

“No wonder you are taking this so well, I was just thinking you are handling it well for someone’s first, so that makes more sense now. You chose a good spot though, it shouldn’t hurt too bad for you. What is the one on your back?” He asks.

The two of you spend the next few hours talking, a little flirting, and getting to know each other. Him laughing when he hits a spot where you grimace, not expecting you to lose your composure. You laugh when he tells you something funny that has happened in the shop, or on tour. The two of you honestly hit it off really well, despite the fact that you’re hurting you are almost disappointed when a few hours later he is wrapping it up and it is done. You absolutely love how it came out though, his talent and his attention to the details that you wanted to stand out made it come out absolutely beautifully.

When you make your way up front to pay and leave, you feel pretty bitter sweet, not waiting to walk away from him but absolutely loving how it came out. You don’t realize that he feels the same way, that something about you is different than other clients and he doesn’t quite want to let you leave either.

You sign the slip of paper you need to pay with your card before sliding it back to him, thinking nothing of it when he slides business card back to you… until you realize that there is a phone number written on the back of it when you get inside your car and go to set it in your purse. You can’t believe that he gave you his phone number, and wrote text me next to it. You realize that you aren’t the only one who felt something between the two of you.

When you make your way back to your house you decide to send him a text, just saying thank you for the tattoo, that you absolutely loved it and can’t wait for it to heal.

A week later

The two of you have consistently been talking for about a week now, getting to know each other as you do so… and maybe flirting with each other quite a bit. You still a little mind blown that this man who you find so attractive seems to be into you.

You got another message from him, this one asking you to come hang out, watch a movie at his place. That led to where you are now, on his couch while a movie plays, both of you laughing with it while his arm is around you, feeling close to one another.

“Hey, how’s the owl healing?” He asks you, his eyes meeting yours as you both smile at each other, enjoying how you are looking at one another.

“It is looking great, I know it’s not fully there yet but I love it. You did a great job,” You say honestly, wondering if he actually cares or is just worried you aren’t taking care of it, letting it ruin itself.

“I’m curious about the one you said is on your back, you never showed me a picture or anything, can I see it?” He asks you softly, his hand rubbing your arm softly where it is wrapped around you.

“Yeah, I’ll have to take my top shirt off though, but I do have a tank top on so it’s not that weird.” You say softly, feeling shy as you let him see this other part of you, one that honestly you love but with him being an artist himself you are worried about what he would think.

You sit up and slip your t-shirt off, turning your back towards him so that he can see it. His hands gently brushing your hair to the side as he looks, gently tracing his fingers down the dragon, sending shivers down your spine with how gentle his touch is.

“I don’t know why I didn’t expect a dragon and flowers but I didn’t. What does the line ‘Heaven wasn’t too far away’ with the dates mean?” He asks you, his fingers still gently tracing along your skin as he watches it closely.

“The dates are when my dad died, that’s actually why I got a dragon too, because he had a dragon on his arm so it’s all a tribute for him. When I was little he sang Heaven by warrant to me so it just made sense,” you admit softly, a little uncomfortable talking about what is a sore subject, unsure why you are comfortable telling him.

“Well it’s beautiful, really,” he says just as softly, before moving and placing a soft kiss on your skin there.

You stiffen for a moment, caught off guard by the kiss, him also wondering why the hell he just did that as he feels your body tense for a moment.

When you turn towards him, your eyes meeting his something changed. Next thing you know the two of you are kissing, his tongue quickly finding yours as the two of you give in, no longer holding back your desire from the other one. His hands settle on your hips as you eventually move, straddling his lap as he holds you tightly against him, one of your hands settling in his hair. The more intense the kiss gets the more you shift in his lap, able to feel his growing erection underneath you, which just fuels you even more.

His lips eventually pull away from yours only to settle on your neck, leaving teasing kisses along the length of it until they settle underneath your ear, nipping lightly at your earlobe.

“Please tell me you want this as much as I do right now,” he asks softly, practically begging you for permission to keep going.

“Yes, I want this,” you admit softly, letting out a gasp when his lips settle below your ear again, now nipping, kissing and sucking harder, determined to leave at least one mark along your skin if you will let him. Leave you with a reminder that he was there, that he made you feel this way.

When he’s finally satisfied with how it looks he pulls away with a smirk. Moving to slip his own shirt off before reaching for the bottom of your tank top, waiting for you to nod before he slides it off of you as well.

He moves you off his lap, urging you to lay back on the couch which you gladly do, wanting to feel him over the top of you as his lips lock on yours again, much more urgency in his actions this time as one of his hands trails slowly up your stomach. Making its way teasingly between your breasts before moving to lightly palm one of them over the top of your bra, slowly his fingers dip under the cup as they find your nipple, playfully rubbing it between his fingers before lightly pulling on it.

At this point his other hand reaches behind your back, unclasping it and sliding it off of you before he shifts his attention to your other breast. His fingers still playing with the one while he pulls his lips away from yours, settling on your other one as he slowly trails his tongue around it, feeling it harden in his mouth as he continues to tease you with his tongue, sucking on it while his fingers are on your other one still. He hears your soft moan which encourages him to continue, knowing that you are enjoying his teasing touches on them, knowing that he is making you want this as much as he does based on how you are shifting your hips up to meet his, making both of you gasp as you make contact.

One of your arms wraps itself around his back, lightly running your nails along his skin there as he continues, it starting to turn him on more than he thought it would as he continues his touches, his lips now trailing down your torso as he moves. Stopping just above the waistband of your leggings that you have on.

You glance down, looking at him as he slowly moves to dip his finger teasingly just under the waistband of them and your panties, watching as you squirm from his touches. He can tell that he is getting you worked up, and is enjoying the fact that he is. His eyes meeting yours, his desire obvious inside of them.

“Can I?” He asks you gently, waiting for your okay before he tries to remove them from your body.

When you nod he doesn’t hesitate, he slowly slides them both down your legs at the same time, quickly settling himself between your thighs as his hands teasingly trail over the bare one. He also takes a moment to admire his work, it really is healing beautifully and he thinks it looks incredibly sexy on you, that you let him decorate your skin for life.

He moves back up, his lips settling on yours again while his fingers teasingly slide through your folds, collecting your wetness on one of his fingertips before bringing it back up to use as lube while he lightly circles your clit. Watching as you instantly stiffen slightly, enjoying his touch while letting out a quiet sigh, enjoying how his hands are on you.

He pulls his lips away with a smirk, glancing at you as he mumbles something about how wet you are. Honestly, you didn’t completely catch what he says, you are so overstimulated and enjoying his touch so much that you can’t focus on his words. Nicholas is able to tell, his eyes meeting yours with an amused smile as he continues, moving his finger slowly against your clit, wanting you to grow desperate, crave more from him.

When you are squirming underneath him, whimpering, he decides that he may have teased you enough and quickly slips a finger inside of you, another joining right away when he realizes just how wet you actually are. Pumping them inside of you while angling up to hit that spongy spot, wanting to get you there quickly because he is struggling to hold it together at this point, wants to be inside of you desperately at this point. Watching you arch your back against the touch, bucking your hips up to meet his touch, all while whimpering and moaning, it's turning him on more than anything has before. You are total putty under his hands and he is enjoying it, a cocky smirk on his face as he watches you slowly fall apart.

“You want more, want me to make you come?” He asks you, voice deep and laced with lust.

“Please, I, I am so close Nicholas,” you whine, meeting his eyes with your own while he watches you closely, enjoying your reactions.

“Hmm, I think you can do better than that,” He says again, slowing his movements with his fingers down to prove his point.

“Fuck, Please, I feel so good, I, I want to come nicholas, want to feel even better,” You whimper out, unashamed to be begging at this point, past the point of no return.

He doesn’t say anything, just picking up the pace and using the pads of his other fingers to rub against your clit, pulling you closer and closer. He doesn’t stop this time when you are at the edge again, instead he tells you to come, demands you to, which somehow makes you let go.

Your back arching as you throw your head back with a loud moan, your climax hitting you harder than you expected, feeling so sensitive and overwhelmed by everything as your body relaxes back against the couch again, slumping against it as you come back down with a heaving chest while he watches you. While your eyes were closed he had lost his pants and underwear, slipped a condom on and is watching you, stroking his cock as he admires just how beautiful you look like this. Waiting for you to settle back down and be ready to take him.

When your eyes open and land on him stroking himself he figures that you are ready, settling himself between your thighs as he leans down to give you another kiss, slowly thrusting himself inside you for the first time while the two of you kiss. When you adjust to the stretch a bit more he lets go, his hips rocking to meet yours a bit more, working himself into you while he admires you. Watches how your breasts move as he thrusts into you, enjoying the sight of your chest heaving as he works you back up again, the sight of you alone is honestly almost orgasmic, he loves how responsive and sensitive you are.

He grabs one of your hands, moving it between your thighs to rub your clit, wanting to feel you come on his cock before he finishes. You do, starting to rub it as he thrusts harder into you, your other hand moving to play with one of your nipples, craving that extra stimulation as you find yourself hurdling closer to the edge, the pressure building again.

“Please, I’m close, need you to finish again,” he whispers into your ear, practically begging you to let another orgasm go for him. The feeling of him inside of you, your fingers on your clit, pared with his words is enough, throwing you over the edge abruptly as your second orgasm hits you, stronger than the last.

The moan you let out and the feeling of you tightening around his cock is enough to pull him over the edge with you, coming undone with a few more thrusts to ride it out, his head landing on your chest when he pulls out and collapses on top of you. Both of you laying there, basking in the afterglow of the moment you just shared. Both of your chests heaving as you come down together, one of your hands now moving so that you can play with his damp hair, earning you a soft groan from him.

Neither one of you wants to break this silence, both of you enjoying the moment but he eventually decides he should probably deal with the condom and slowly lifts himself off of you, leaving you another soft kiss before moving to take it off and throw it away before making his way back over to you.

“If you want we can maybe move this to my bed, restart the movie because we missed most of it and cuddle up for the night… and have an actual date tomorrow night,” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

You can’t help but giggle, before agreeing with him that it sounds wonderful, letting him slip his shirt that he had on over your head before you follow him to his room. Restarting the movie so that you both could actually watch it this time while sharing some sweet kisses, smiles, and cuddles.

“You know, I really want to make a joke about you leaving a permanent mark on me now, that yours is going to last longer than any others I’ve had before because of the tattoo but maybe that’s a bit too cheesy,” you say with a giggle, his head resting on your chest again as you play with his hair. Both of you have discovered that you like this, that it is relaxing for both of you.

“Yeah, with your garbage sense of humor I was waiting for it,” he teases, lightly tickling your side to make you laugh again. You retaliate by attempting to tickle him back, leading to a full out tickling war as you miss a good chunk of the movie yet again.

“Maybe one day we’ll actually finish the movie,” he says with a laugh. Giving up and turning it off, neither of you seem to care or notice as you both continue to laugh, talk and enjoy the night before falling asleep.

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risetherivermoon · 8 months ago

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because i have a lot of headcanons to do with the kiddads given they are npcs that we dont tend to get much information on, especially in season 2, heres a shit load more! a lot of these are sad because these guys make me sad

- Sparrow starts wearing glasses in Middle School a little after they get back from Faerun, Terry Jr. starts wearing glasses when he gets to his 30's, and Grant started wearing glasses when he was in Elementary school

- When Nicholas starts to remember stuff from the Nick timeline, (basically 'becoming' Nicky if you will) scars he'd gotten from stuff in that timeline start showing up on his body, notably one is a burn scar on one of his hands from him spilling acid on it in s1 ep 34

- Lark has very scarred hands from when he was buried in the rubble in Neverwinter, though his mobility stayed relatively the same because of how quickly the wounds were healed, there was a lot of left behind scar tissue

- Sparrow has a scar across his mouth from when he was latched onto Boreanaz by his teeth when the pyramid fell

- Grant takes video games way too seriously and has in fact made his friends cry over it (Most specifically Sparrow and TJ)

- Terry didn't tell any of the other kiddads how he was going to die, just that he knew how

- Terry also knew Grant was going to be the one to kill him, but he never mentioned it, Grant was very confused on why all of a sudden TJ was becoming distant

- And he found out how he was going to die before he met Veronica, so when he met Scary he almost debated not marrying Veronica, not because he thought it would prevent his death but because he wanted to spare Scary of that pain

- Lark is incredibly confused like half the time (with basically anything) and to cover it up he usually acts stoic and tough

- Nicky is the type of person to do anything if someone phrases it like "bet you wont do *insert thing here*" no matter what it is

- Sparrow has a ton of tattoos that Nicky did for him

- Lark is colorblind but hasn't told anyone because he's too embarrassed to admit it

- For Grant and Marco's one year anniversary the kiddads all got them Titanic themed gifts, (Nicky got them sixteen dvd copies of the movie, they dont own a dvd player)

- Terry was Nicky's best man at his wedding, and Nicky was going to be Terry's best man but the betrayal happened before Terry even met Veronica,

- to add onto the angst none of the kiddads attended the wedding because it was after code purple and after they'd decided not to be involved in eachother's personal lives outside of D.A.D.D.I.E.S.

- to make this at least a little funny Veronica just doesn't think Terry has any friends-

- On the topic of weddings, Lark got so drunk at Sparrow's wedding that for his best man speech he just started reciting the Declaration of Independence (he opened the wrong tab on his phone and didnt notice)

- Grant has claustrophobia (from being inside the chimera)

- Lark used to be way better at pretending to be Sparrow but now he lacks too much spirit and gives up way too quickly for it to be convincing to most people

- Terry Jr. is extremely gullible and is usually the one Nicky would prank and trick the most just because literally everything works on him

- Nicky activated the sprinkler system at D.A.D.D.I.E.S. so much they took it out

- Terry used to talk to Jerry the Whale like he was his therapist

- Nicky would take a bunch of polaroids of the other kiddads all the time, he kept a photo album at his desk at D.A.D.D.I.E.S., it still sits there because none of the kiddads had the heart to clean it out

- Terry had beef with Darryl for a while as a teenager, for literally no reason (it was probably because he still had a lot of emotions and didn't no where to put them so he decided to just hate on his friend's dad)

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korgbelmont · 10 months ago

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Male MC (Nick Taylor) x Stacy Green

A few weeks after the Blade of Morella was returned to it's home, a new portal has opened, and a visitor has arrived.

Written in the present tense

Tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations, @jerzwriter

Warnings: Mentions of death, swearing

Word Count: 1701

Notes: I don’t own these characters, they are the property of Pixelberry Studios.

Ash made on cooltext.com

It Lives In The Woods logo edited on Photoshop

Forcing himself out of bed after a night of what feels like a perfect nights sleep, Nick heads out to the kitchen where he grabs a coffee and a piece of toast. He finds Stacy at her desk writing an article, her eyes glued to the screen.

Nick - Working on anything fun?

Stacy - Just typing up my interview with Kamilah.

Standing behind her, he leans down and kisses the top of her head. She reaches up, running her hand through his hair.

Stacy - The black hair suits you, you know.

Nick - Still getting used to it. It's one thing to dye it. But given the circumstances, it feels weird at times.

Stacy - I know. It's why I left you to sleep this morning. First night in ages that you actually looked peaceful. Might be worth speaking to Dan, get it out of you.

Nick - I'll manage.

Stacy - Nick...

She tears herself from the screen and stands, holding him.

Stacy - Don't be one of those people. Please...

Nick's phone starts ringing and he grabs it from his pocket.

Nick - It's Ava.

He clicks answer, putting it on speaker.

Nick - Hey, Ava.

Ava - Hey, Nick. Got something... different for you.

Nick - Different?

Ava - Portal to another dimension with someone just come through. Asking for you by name.

Nick - What?

Ava - Tall. Purple hair.

Nick - What?

Ava - Says she's the from the Ash Empire.

Nick - What?!

Stacy - How about you stop saying what and we go look at this. Ava, where are you?

Ava - I'm in New Orleans. Been doing some work with Ivy.

Stacy - Okay, we can book a flight this afternoon and fly out either this evening or tomorrow.

A moment of silence passes before Ava speaks again.

Ava - She said she's willing to wait.

Stacy - We'll see you tomorrow.

The line goes dead and Nick pockets his phone, confused.

Stacy - You okay?

Nick - Confused. What the hell could this be about?

Stacy - I don't know. But don't think about it for now, okay.

Nick takes a deep breath, trying to process the information.

The next morning, the couple arrive at the Graveyard Shift bar and find Ivy and Ava sat in one of the booths with the purple haired woman Ava mentioned sat with them. She locks eyes with Nick and stands.

Valax - Nicholas Taylor?

Nick - Uh, just Nick is fine. And you are...?

Valax - My name is Valax of Morella.

Nick - Wait? Morella?!

Nick looks to Stacy, and she can see that there is fear in him. She keeps hold of his hand, stroking with her thumb.

Stacy - What do you want with Nick?

Valax - There's remnants of beings who sent the blade of light and shadow through. Their hopes are to use someone as a way to open up a portal and invade this realm.

Stacy - Like a signal.

Ivy - Sounds like it. And they have that signal now.

Ava and Ivy give Nick the same look as Valax.

Nick - Me...

Valax - Correct.

The strength in Nick's legs give out and holds himself up by placing his hand on the table nearest to him. Stacy balances him, turning to Valax.

Stacy - Is there a way to stop Nick being a signal?

Valax - There is. And I can do it.

Nick - How?

Valax - By taking out the residual shadow left within you from the sword.

Ava - Sounds easy enough.

Valax - It'll hurt. And there is a chance that the shadow could fight back and potentially take you over again.

Stacy - What?!

Valax - Or it could potentially kill you. Taking the shadow out of someone has never been attempted before.

Nick sits down, the weight of Valax's words sitting on his shoulders.

Ivy - Is there anything you need?

Valax - Somewhere quiet.

Ivy - I have somewhere. I'm guessing we should get this done sooner rather than later.

Valax - That would be preferable.

Nick - I'll meet you there.

Valax - There isn't time.

Nick - I just need a moment.

He takes his leave, heading out. Stacy and Ava follow after him. Outside they find him sat on a bench. They sit either side of him.

Stacy - I won't ask if you're okay.

Nick - Furthest thing from it right now.

Ava - This has to be done. From what Valax told us, if we don't, it could mean something worse.

Nick - Yeah, guess we can't have that.

Stacy - Ava, can you give us a moment?

Ava stands, heading in the direction of where she's been working with Ivy, leaving the couple alone. Stacy takes Nick's hand in both of hers, her breath shaking as much as his.

Nick - So this could be it for me. Completely.

Stacy - No. Don't think like that. We'll get this out of you, then have some fun here in New Orleans for a few days.

Nick can't help but smile at her hope, resting his head on her shoulder.

Nick - I love you, Stacy. So much.

Stacy - I love you too.

They remain like that for a little bit, Nick taking in the scent of her perfume for what could be the final time. After what feels like not long enough, they both stand, heading to join the other three.

Strapping Nick to a chair, Ivy and Ava check the tightness.

Ava - How's that feel?

Nick - Like it should hold.

Nick looks up at Valax.

Nick - So what exactly happens with this remaining shadow once it's out of me?

Valax - I can destroy it. And then I'll return home.

Nick - Simple enough.

Valax - If it doesn't ki--

Stacy - Please don't.

Taking a deep breath, Nick nods at Valax, steeling himself.

Nick - Let's do this.

Valax nods and reaches her hand out, shadow engulfing it. Nick feels something in his chest tighten, and it only gets worse.

Nick - Ah! Fuck! Ah!

Valax - Just hold on.

She closes her hand into a fist and it's then the pain hits Nick like a bus as his entire body tenses.

Valax - Come on... Let go of him...

Nick cries out in pain as Valax's straightened arm begins begins bending, pulling the shadow more and more from Nick. As the pain takes him over, he can feel more than just the shadow leaving him. Valax uses her other hand, letting shadow engulf it to pull the shadow once and for all from Nick. The shadow covering her hands turns to light and she surrounds the shadow pulled from Nick, and the light crushes it, soon leaving nothing.

Ivy - Is that it?

Valax - It's done.

Stacy - Nick!

Stacy rushes over to Nick, his head hanging with no sign of life. She places her hand against his heart.

Stacy - Hardly a beat.

Valax - Let me...

Valax creates light in her palm and presses her hand to his heart. Nick brings his head up, taking in a deep breath. Ivy and Ava quickly work to undo the straps and he nearly falls to the ground. Stacy catches him, holding him close to her.

Stacy - I got you.

Nick looks up at Valax.

Nick - Thank you. You weren't kidding about the pain though.

Valax - I did warn you.

The couple stands and Stacy keeps hold of Nick.

Ava - So is that it? No more chance of something coming and killing us all?

Valax - It is done. There's just one thing left I wish to do. Give me your hands, Nick.

Nick - What for?

Valax - You'll thank me for this.

She takes his hands in each of hers while Stacy keeps an arm around his waist. One hand lights up with light and the other shadow and Nick's veins on his wrists take the colour of both. Valax seems to pull a bit of each from him and crushes them together. She begins widening her hands from each other and as the gap becomes wider, the light and shadow intertwines, and begins taking form. The magic around her hands fade and she takes hold of a black and silver sword, handing it to Nick.

Nick - What's this?

Valax - Made from the a piece of the light and shadow already within you.

Nick - Should I be worried about how a small piece created this?

Valax - No. If it was more of one than the other, then yes. But I could feel within you how balanced it is. There may be more to you than you realise. But this will serve you for as long as you live.

Nick - Thank you.

Stacy - Thank you for saving him.

Valax - Of course. I've known love, and wouldn't wish it be taken from anyone. But now I must return to Morella and inform that the threat is over. Live well, Nick Taylor.

Nick - And you.

Valax opens a portal and steps through before it closes, leaving the four.

Nick - I think I want to sleep for a month.

Ivy - There's a room here you can both use.

Stacy - Thanks.

Long after Ivy and Ava have left, Nick and Stacy lay in bed with Stacy holding Nick.

Nick - I wonder if this means the black hair will start to go.

Stacy - If it does, I'll miss it.

Nick - I just hope it grows out back to it's natural brown.

They both laugh as they talk into the night, and soon enough sleep takes them.

MORELLA

Meeting with Tyril Starfury on a balcony, Valax gives him a nod.

Valax - They can't use him to open a portal anymore.

Tyril - Good. If we're to deal with growing remnants of the Shadow Court, we need to keep them in this realm.

Valax - Agreed. But if it should come to it, I believe Nicholas Taylor would make for a valuable ally...

#playchoices #it lives in the woods #stacy green #stacy x mc #korgfics

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the taming of the shrew | two

if i be waspish, best beware my sting

after some setbacks, penelope is willing to do anything to get you back on board. but has spencer already ruined things?

A/N: hello! im so sorry that this posting schedule is super inconsistent. the more i thought about this chapter, the less i liked the more technical aspects of it. but! i hope you enjoy to plot aspect of it nonetheless <3 thanks for reading!

category: fluff, slow burn series, spencer reid x fem!reader

wc: 4.4k

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Since that phone call with Penelope, she’d been over nearly every night for a week with plates of treats and onslaughts of apologies. Each time she came knocking, you told her there was no amount of persuasion that could change your mind. And yet the following night, she’d be there, a new type of pastry in hand and a new set of reasons why Spencer was worth the trouble.

First, she brought blueberry muffins and reasoned that deep below that prickly exterior, he really was everything she promised –– sweet and caring. But that must be deep, deep down. Like, The Lost City of Atlantis, deep down, because you didn’t expect it to surface any time soon.

Then, she brought fudge brownies and explained that his behavior wasn’t personal –– he was getting snippy with everyone lately. And while you maintained that anybody would have a hard time getting along with Spencer, you were absolutely positive that it was now impossible for you.

Quite frankly, it wasn’t just Spencer who was unwilling to play nice. You hated him. More than you’ve ever hated a stranger.

You wished him a lifetime riddled with minor inconveniences that would drive him to the edge of insanity. You wanted him to miss all his trains by just a quarter of a minute; close enough so that he could see it leave the platform, knowing he almost made it on. You wanted him to constantly feel like he was about to sneeze. You wanted his socks to be perpetually wet, and if he should happen to put on a dry pair? You hoped he stepped in a puddle.

That was all you could think about as you laid out on your couch, munching on one of Penelope’s lemon bars while she paced around your apartment. She kept going on and on advertising Spencer to you. As annoying as it was, she was also saving you a ton on groceries that week.

For the most part, you filtered her out. Not a single word that came out of her mouth was believable anymore, especially not when she was talking about Spencer. Despite what Penelope thought of him, you saw in him what she refused to accept.

As her speech came to a close, she looked at you like she expected a response to dignify her prattling.

“Give it a rest, Penelope. He’s a lost cause,” you laughed dryly. “He doesn’t need –– nor does he want –– anyone in his life.” At the very least, he definitely didn’t want you.

“Yes, that’s the problem!” If you’d been listening to her, you would’ve heard her saying the same thing. “He doesn’t want to date!”

Your head just about exploded when she said that.

There had been countless, fruitless conversations about this, and all along she saw the gaping hole in her supposedly airtight plan?

“If he doesn’t want to DATE, then WHAT was the point of this?!” Your fingers pressed the bridge of your nose; you suddenly felt a headache coming on. Funny how it always happened around the time of day that Penelope came to visit.

Penelope stopped pacing. She stalked over to your couch, picked your legs up by your ankle, and moved them to make space for herself. You begrudgingly sat upright as she took her place beside you.

“Because he’s not himself anymore. He’s not open like he used to be. Not to the people who care about him the most, and certainly not to the world.”

Penelope toyed with the hem of her dress, distracting herself from her quivering lip before pressing on, “Spencer Reid has always wanted love. And it’s not right that he no longer believes he can have it.”

You hadn’t seen Penelope look so desperate until now. It was concerning. Because what could make her look so hopeless? What could make Spencer so hopeless?

“Penelope, I don’t know what’s wrong with your little friend, but… there’s a lot more bubbling inside him than you’re letting on.”

She chewed up the insides of her cheeks, wincing to herself at your incredibly accurate claim.

“You are hiding something, aren’t you?” You narrowed your eyes on her. You were no detective, or whatever exactly her team did, but she was just awful at concealing her thoughts.

“It’s not my story to tell,” she murmured.

She could already feel herself about to give it away and doubled down her mental defenses against it. Focusing extra hard on keeping Spencer’s privacy intact. If only you knew her track record with secrets, you’d be proud of her for staying quiet this long.

“What isn’t your story?”

“That his girlfriend died last year.”

She spilled it before she even realized what she was saying. You’d just asked so nonchalantly that she forgot she was talking aloud. Penelope turned purple, terrified now that the whole truth was out there.

You couldn’t even take satisfaction in the fact that your trick worked. You were just as mortified as Penelope, and if you weren’t already sitting down, you knew you’d need to. You assumed there was something deeper going on with him, you didn’t think it was a dead girlfriend. That was some Nicholas Sparks shit.

“He pretends like he’s fine but I know he’s not. And if he found a way to move on, maybe he’d start feeling as okay as he claims to be,” she sniffled before snot could run from her nose, tears lining the rims of her eyes. “I know I should’ve given you the full picture, but I didn’t think you’d go for it if you knew…”

You were too floored to process it all right away. This added a whole new layer of complicated to an already uneasy arrangement.

“Well, I know you’re right about one thing. I would’ve said no.”

She gave you a set of pleading eyes, praying you’d see where she was coming from.

“I know,” she whispered defeatedly. “But maybe... now that you know, you can understand why he acts out the way he does.”

“Penelope, I can’t just… make someone move on, or –– or get them to believe in love! Especially when it’s fake.”

How on Earth did she expect you to pull that off? Did that guy from A Walk to Remember move on when Mandy Moore died? You hadn’t seen the ending of the movie, but you assumed not.

“I’m sorry, this is just… a lot bigger than the favor I thought it was ––”

“What if I could return it?” she cut in. The gears in her head started to turn, figuring ways to patch up the holes she made.

“There’s nothing I need from you.”

That couldn’t be true. Penelope looked around the room and it didn’t take her long to think of it.

“I can help you sell your art,” she tempted, gesturing to the scattered canvases. “You make all your income from this, right?”

You didn’t want to give any fuel to her fire, but you nodded. “What if… what if you didn’t have to settle for local buyers? What if I told you that you could make way more money selling them to the whole world?”

You chortled at her idea.

You were a local artist, through and through. Your art got put in local galleries and sold to local buyers. Nothing more, and that was fine with you. You realized it a long time ago that it was just a pipe dream to think you’d be more.

“I’m serious! You could get a separate painting studio, and stop living in one? Huh?” She wrapped her hand around your shoulder, waving the other in the air, urging you to picture it with her. “Imagine this: a kitchen that’s separate from your living room. A bed, inside it’s own four walls, and more than twelve feet from where you cook your meals.”

Pushing aside her so blatantly insulting your apartment, if that were a possibility, you’d want nothing more. But it already sounded foolish and you hadn’t even heard how she planned to pull it off.

“Penelope, I’m fine where I am. I make the money I need, and that’s... it’s fine.”

She gave you a pointed look. “You know, I can hack all search engine results to make sure you are what comes up first anytime someone enters the word ‘painting’, right?

An airy chuckle left your lips. Of course she could. You patted her thigh twice and stood up, prompting her to follow you to your door –– hopefully, so she can show herself to the other side of it. “Still no, Pen.”

“Just take some time to think about it!” Her voice carried through the wood as you shut it on her.

There was this one bench in Kenilworth Park – the one that overlooks the crystal clear pond – that you’d always been able to rely on to fix any problem.

There was hidden magic in the bushes that sprawled out from the edges of the water, surrounded by spiky green blades of overgrown grass. A simplicity you loved in baby ducklings paddling into the tiny body of water, swimming close together so they don’t get lost in, what seems to them, a whole ocean. And clarity provided by the freshest air in the world, under the shade of the big oak trees on a late summer afternoon.

But at the present, none of that came close to being enough.

The artist’s block started off as a minor inconvenience, but without your permission, had stretched into weeks of steadily declining motivation. Each new idea felt even worse than the last, and you were acutely aware that there would come a point where you’d officially hit maximum capacity for how awful they could get.

Still, that didn’t seem to light a fire under you. You happily coexisted with the blank pages of your sketchbook. Staring down at them, laying open on your lap in their stark-white glory, you felt like you were playing a waiting game. If you stared long and hard enough, maybe they’d flinch.

Unfortunately, you never got to find out who won, because your phone rang inside your pocket. As if the caller had interrupted an incredible genius at work (which couldn’t be farther from the truth), you hastily raised the phone to your ear, slamming your sketchbook shut.

“Hello?” Your voice wasn’t as kind as it could be for someone with nothing better to be doing. Two seconds later, you learned who was calling and came to regret it.

“Hi, This is Rebecca from District Arts, calling with a message from Andre ––”

“Oh, hi!” you tried to walk back your previous tone, straightening up in your seat and pitching your voice higher, “Yeah, I’ve been waiting to hear from him!”

While Rebecca intimidated you, Andre happened to be your closest friend at the gallery. He worked closely with the artists to curate their collection and help them make sales.

“Does he want to sort out what to set the opening bid prices at for my new pieces?” A handful of days ago, you sent him pictures of your new work and were waiting to hear his thoughts. You’d always been able to trust his opinion, and a vote of confidence from him might be just the thing to inspire you.

“Uhm…” There was a criminally long pause on the other side of the line, ended by Rebecca’s weary inhale. “Unfortunately, we’re calling to inform you that your pieces will not be included in the next rotation.”

For a minute, you weren’t sure what to make of what she said. You’d never heard those words before.

“What – what do you mean?” you laughed nervously. She probably misspoke. Perks of friendship aside, Andre always included you in sets.

“Ugh, let me just get him…” her voice faded away as she put the phone down.

That wasn’t exactly the reassuring statement you were looking for. In the time it took for the call to switch hands, your confusion finally melted in. And then quickly boiled into anger.

The District Arts gallery changed their entire collection every two months. The pieces shown accepted rolling bids throughout the full eight weeks, finally selling at the end of term to their highest offer. After that, the pieces got taken down, sent to happy new owners, and the entire gallery reset with entirely new works.

So if you missed one rotation, that meant waiting two months to get back in.

“Andre, how am I just cut from the gallery!” you barked before he could get a word in. If he didn’t like your work, he could’ve just said so.

“No one said that ––”

“Okay, let me rephrase.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, something you found yourself doing quite frequently lately, and took a deep breath in and out. It was seemingly just for show because it did absolutely nothing to calm you down. “Why wouldn’t you put me in the next set? I’m in all of them!”

“I know you are!” He sounded just as upset. “It’s just that… we give you the biggest space we have, because you always manage to fill it up. But this time… I’m not so sure you can.”

“That’s ridiculous,” you scoffed. “What makes you say that?” You asked that, but you knew.

“You’ve only finished three pieces… I’m worried how you’ll deliver seven more before we set up.”

“But… it’s four weeks away, I could do ––”

“And it took you four weeks to make what you have... I’m sorry. We couldn’t take that gamble.”

He took your silence as an opportunity to turn off the work talk and speak, just friend to friend.

“You know that I trust you and I’d hold that spot if I could. But, I also know what you’re going through right now, and… I don’t know, maybe letting yourself rest would be a good thing?”

Your heart paused. By, “knowing what you’re going through”, you assumed he didn’t mean the little artist’s block.

“If you’re implying that I can’t do my job because of what happened with Cyrus –”

“I’m not, I’m not....” he backtracked as quickly as he could. “But take another look at the paintings you showed me and tell me if they feel like you.”

Even if he was right, you wanted to fight him. You wanted to cry. You wanted to beg that you didn’t need that big space; you were willing to downsize and just turn in the three that you had. Even if they got shoved into the corner where hardly anybody bothered to look. You just couldn’t afford to go two months without the income.

But even with tears beading up, you realized that the gallery couldn’t afford it either. They needed to bring in money and you couldn’t do that for them this time. So they were right to go to someone who can.

“Right,” you sniffled, recollecting yourself so he can’t hear the shakiness in your voice. “I understand. It’s a big risk, like you said… It’s for the better.”

Andre tried to thank you for being understanding and spewed some sort of encouragement. The words flew over your head. You managed to toss in a few ‘mhmm’s and ‘sure’s at the right places to coast you along until the call finally ended.

As soon as it went dead, you dropped your phone to the side and brought your hands to your face, rubbing them furiously over your cheeks. Your fingertips pressed hard into your eyelids, trying to forcibly reabsorb the tears threatening to spill.

It almost worked, until you tried to breathe.

A full sob escaped in that one gulp of air and you succumbed to it. But the loud crunching noise of some pedestrian walking over the falling leaves destroyed your sense of privacy, and you quickly wiped away all signs of your breakdown. The crunching stopped just short of your bench and on instinct you flicked your eyes up to see who the intruder was.

You did a double take. It was him. That fucking asshole.

He was standing there, looking dumber than you could even remember, with his hands in his coat pockets and a curious look on his face as he watched you cry. Tucking your sketchbook under your arm in haste, you made it a point to stand up with as much aggression as possible, rolling your eyes at him.

“Don’t worry, I’m leaving,” you barked. “No need to yell at me this time.”

You bristled past him, barely refraining yourself from checking his shoulder as payback. You wanted to believe you were better than him, but it did sound incredibly tempting. He stood there for a moment before turning on his heel and following you.

“Wait,” he groaned.

You didn’t listen, neither stopping nor slowing down.

“I said wait,” he huffed as he caught up to you, popping up at your side and jogging along as you kept going.

“Yeah, because I need to listen to a guy who yells at strangers in bookstores.”

Now that you’d brought up the elephant in the room, your feet started moving even faster, working double time to get you away from him.

Damn the fact that he had those long legs. He didn’t even break a sweat trying to keep up. He was inescapable.

“Well, if you waited like I asked, you would’ve gotten an apology for the ––”

“Gee, thanks!” you yelled, stopping for only a second to turn to him and give him a mocking bow of your head, hands clasped together like you were praising at his altar. “I was waiting with bated breath for that! Thank you, kind sir, for now my life can go on.”

“Look, I’m actually sorry,” he snapped. Then in realizing the irony, softened his voice, “I’m sorry for being rude. I was having a bad day… not that that’s an excuse.”

You stared at him blankly, just watching his mouth moving quickly and waiting until it finally stopped.

“Did you need something?”

“Did you… did you not hear what I just said?!”

“No, sorry,” you smiled, voice sweet like sugar. “My ears filter bullshit. Wanna try again?”

He scoffed, looking away like he couldn’t believe you before stepping even closer. “What’s your problem?”

“Me!? The fuck –– what the fuck is your problem?” You turned and stormed off again, seething at his audacity. Spencer just couldn’t relent his annoying tendencies and followed yet again.

“My problem is that I’m trying to be nice, and you’re not letting me!”

You got a good, hard laugh out of that. “Okay, first of all, having to apologize for yelling at me and pushing me isn’t exactly the best starting point for the journey of becoming a nice person.”

“Like I said, I was having a bad day.”

Under your breath, you muttered, “Well, I hope this one’s even worse.”

“Why are you such a ––” He stopped himself from finishing that thought. Even in his worst mood, he wouldn’t cross that line.

But he didn’t need to finish it, you knew exactly where he wanted to take it. The soles of your shoes scraped against the loose gravel as you came to a grinding halt, ears ringing.

“A what?” You turned to face him, a sarcastic smile on your face growing wider as he started to shrink more and more. You got up close in his face, daring him to say what he really wanted to. So he could reinforce your belief in exactly the type of person he was. “A what?”

Spencer pursed his lips and shook his head, refusing to say it no matter how much you challenged him. If he wasn’t going to have the balls to say it, you decided to take it upon yourself.

“Tell you what, you keep thinking about it and get back to me the next time you’re in a cunty mood.”

The word he was thinking of was probably not as bad, but you had a habit of escalating things. Even if you took this one too far, you didn’t care.

Before you tried to take off again, Spencer’s hand flew to your elbow. He tugged you back, forcing you to turn around and face him. He didn’t know his own strength; without any resistance, you came stumbling into his chest, at risk of falling over if it weren’t for his tight grip on your arm.

It took you a beat to push him away with both your hands on his chest, vocalizing your disgust for being so close to him.

“Can you stop trying to disagree with me for a second? I’m trying to tell you that you’re right, I was being a… well, you know…” He avoided the word. Apparently ‘cunt’ was where he drew the line. “I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve it.”

Your nostrils were still flared and blood hot as ever, but he made you pause. He looked sincere, if not a little tinged with guilt as well. You were suspicious of it.

“You saw me crying and felt bad, didn’t you?”

He laughed darkly. “Well, I saw you, yes. Did I feel bad? No.”

“Oh, my God,” you growled, berating yourself for getting close to believing he might be capable of decency.

“I’m joking! I’m joking.” He squeezed your elbow twice in earnest. “I did feel bad, but that’s not why I wanted to say it.”

“Okay.” You weren’t ready to give him a real smile, so you flattened your lips into a thin line and nodded once slowly, and left it at that.

You still weren’t a fan, but the apology did dampen some of the resentment. Maybe he wasn’t the worst person alive. You’d settle for saying top ten most annoying, instead.

Minutes later, you came to the startling realization that he was still on the path, just two paces behind you. You flinched when you saw him out of the corner of your eye, not expecting him to still be here.

“Uhm. Where are you… why are you still following me?”

“I’m not. My car’s that way,” he gestured to the parking lot at the end of the long walkway. “I forgot my loaf for the ducks.” He didn’t mean to offer that information up, it just slipped out. He could practically see your smug expression coming before it even got there.

“You’re not supposed to feed bread to the ducks. It’s bad for them.”

“I don’t.” He didn’t care to explain this to you, but he couldn’t have you thinking he was any less competent than he really was. “It’s a special bread made from water and seeds that were ground into flour. It’s duck-safe.”

“They make duck-safe bread?” Now that was something you’d never heard before.

“No… I make duck-safe bread,” he said softly under his breath.

You didn’t know how else you were supposed to react to that besides laughing wildly.

“You make it?” He nodded like you were the crazy one here. As if he wasn’t the one spending his spare time grinding up seeds and baking loaves of bread for ducks, donning a frilly pink apron and oven mitts as he did so. At least that’s how you imagined it. “Why not just feed them the seeds?”

“Because, loose seeds will sink in the water and can potentially clog waterbeds and cause foreign bacteria growth in the pond.”

“So you… hand-make the seeds into a little loaf of bread so it doesn't do that?”

He confirmed. You pondered silently for a moment, then absolutely had to ask, “You ever eaten the duck bread before?”

Spencer was caught off guard by that question. His cheeks deepened to a rosy color.

“Yeah, well, it was the house so…” he laughed nervously and stared at his sneakers. “It’s actually not too bad.”

You weren’t entirely surprised by that. You remembered what his grocery basket looked like, and given those same options, you probably would’ve tried the duck bread too. Still, you cracked the smallest of grins at knowing he makes bread for ducks. The one, sole redeeming fact you’ve learned about Spencer.

You reached your car first, and Spencer stopped in front of it with you.

“I’m actually sorry, you know,” he whispered once more, hand resting at the top of your car door as you opened it. He wasn’t talking about the incident at the bookstore.

“Yeah…” For a while you were so busy being angry at Spencer that you forgot about your own problems.

He noticed your nose was still red around the edges, eyes still a little bleary. “Are you okay, by the way?” His voice was too soft, too genuine.

You shook your head no.

“Is there anything I can do?” You shook your head again. And then you had an awful thought.

You knew he was just offering to help just to say it, because that’s how people react when you say you’re not okay even if they don’t care. But there actually was something he could do for you… Something that Penelope could do.

“Uh, no but…” you fixed your hair and tucked it behind your ear, seamlessly switching to a flirtier voice. “If you still feel bad about the other day, you’re welcome to make it up to me.”

Spencer cocked his head to the side, unsure of how he could do that.

“Hang out with me sometime.”

“H-hang out?” You could tell that it flustered him, even if he tried to play it off. He swallowed thickly, nose twitching and brows scrunched together.

“Relax, I really do just mean hang out.” You were lying through your teeth. He didn’t need to know that.

As if he didn’t want to think about it for a second longer and just get out of this conversation as quickly as possible, he agreed without thinking it through. He didn’t even ask why an almost complete stranger would want to hang out with him.

You stuck your hand out, expecting him to hand over his cell so you could put your contact into it. He rocked on the balls of his feet, watching as you input your contact and sent yourself a text on his phone.

“Hi, this is…” you read out your message as you typed, pausing at just the right place. “What’s your name by the way?”

“Oh-uh, I’m Spencer.”

A devilish grin took over your face, hidden from his view while you were looking down at the screen. He was going to be easy to fool.

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zafirosreverie · 4 years ago

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Must be the eyes (Teacher!Agatha x Fem!Student!Reader) part 5

(Part 1) (Part 2) (part 3) (part 4)

a/n: I’m sorry if this is a little rushed, i did what i could with my laptop freezing at all times.

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You jumped when your phone beeped with a message. You quickly grabbed it from the bed, where you had carelessly thrown it. It was from Nick.

"Meet me in the lobby”

You frowned slightly. What could he want at this hour? Probably tease you a little more. You rolled your eyes fondly.

During the whole tour, he hadn’t been able to tease you as usual. From the moment the two of you caught up with the group, your teacher's hand was firmly positioned on your lower back and when you entered the library, she was never too far away, so any joke Nick might have made would have reached her ears. And during dinner, the teachers' table had been right behind yours, conveniently.

"I'll be there in 5" you answered quickly, before putting the phone in the pocket of your shorts and smoothing your shirt again. You tied your hair in a messy bun and grabbed your purse. You didn't want to pay attention to the way your pulse was racing, or the voice in your head telling you that you were going on a date.

Because no, you were definitely not going on a date!

"Oh, are you ready?" asked a voice from the bathroom door.

For a moment you had forgotten about the other person in the room (well, not about her, but that she was there at the time). You turned to see your teacher leaning against the doorframe, in dark pants and a three-quarter-sleeve blouse. She looked so casual, so relaxed. It was a beautiful sight.

"Umm y-yeah" you stuttered "I'll wait for you downstairs. I'm going to the lobby with Nick" you explained

"Jadu?" Agatha frowned, quickly feeling a twinge of jealousy "Mister Jadu should already be in his room" she said.

"W-well, I'm sure he'll be soon, he just wanted to tell me something. Could be important" you said nervously.

It was strange how the woman could change her attitude so quickly. A few seconds ago she had been so relaxed, as if the two of you had been living together for a long time (you blushed at the thought. You did not live together!) And now, she was the living image of a beast about to attack.

"Fine" she said after looking at you for a few more moments "I'll catch up to you there"

You nodded quickly and left the room in a hurry. As much as you wanted to, now you couldn't turn a blind eye, you knew Nick was right. Harkness was acting weird.

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Agatha sighed when the door closed behind you. She mentally cursed herself for scaring you like this. She shouldn't be jealous of you, she shouldn't want to control what's going on around you, and she shouldn't want to be by your side for as long as possible.

Shouldn’t. It was a word that she had been repeating many times in the last three days.

"Maybe, I shouldn't have done all of this" she murmured.

The original plan was simple: take you to Salem, see you happy, go back, keep seeing you from afar through the hallways of the school, the end. But you had managed to complicate everything from the moment you were late, making her panic.

Then you had fallen asleep on her, making her feel nervous, you had managed to be sacrificed as an offering for her, sharing a room and making her doubt her own self-control, then you had gotten into her dreams, making her do things that she really didn't want to think about right now (there was no time for another trip to the bathroom, thank you very much) and now you were simply torturing her, rubbing in her face everything you could do with that little friend of yours that you couldn't do with her, making her feel terribly jealous of something that didn't even belong to her.

And still, she couldn't help but want to be close to you. She wasn't blind, she knew exactly how you felt about her, and even though she was still struggling with morality and shit, she also wanted to see where all of this took you both.

"Well, nowhere if I don't hurry up" she murmured, taking her purse and leaving the room.

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"Sooooo" Nick smiled at you, making you roll your eyes for the fifth time in the last five minutes.

"It’s not a date" you said for the third time "She will only take me to the antique store because it isn’t on the itinerary"

"How strange" he said sarcastically "I don't remember hearing her invitation ... Oh wait! She didn't invite us! She will only take her favorite student, with whom she shares a room, and from whom she hasn’t taken her eyes off, to a night walk through the city, so that you can visit a store that you wanted so much to go to. Yes, totally not a date" he rolled his eyes

"Well, I can ask her to let you come with us if you want" you said, blushing

"No, no" he laughed "I'm not going to piss off the kraken"

"Nick"

"I'm serious. I mean, I don't get along with her as well as you do, princess, but I want to think that I'm not on her list of students to murder. And something tells me that being a third wheel in her, 'not a date', would make me top that list" he laughed "so no, thanks, but no thanks princess"

"You are exaggerating, you know?" you laughed

"Yes yes, you call it exaggeration, I call it knowing how to choose my battles. And believe me, we all know that making Harkness angry is a losing battle and a suicidal desire"

"You make her sound like a serial killer" you rolled your eyes

"You never know" he shrugged "talking about the queen of Rome, here she comes" he told you in a low voice, subtly pointing to someone behind you.

You turned to see the brunette walking towards you with a smile that seemed a bit forced. You couldn't help but notice the sway of her hips.

"Well, I better go" Nick whispered "don't forget to bring me something" he winked at you.

She saw him rush past the older woman, giving her a little goodnight, which she only answered with a slight nod of the head.

You saw your best friend disappear into the elevator, before paying attention to the woman in front of you.

"Everything alright?" she asked

"Y-yes Miss Harkness" you said

"So, was it important?" she pressed

"What?" you frowned confused

"The matter why you had to meet him here" she said she "didn't you say it might be important?"

You blinked a little at that. You hadn't thought that she really cared about what you said. It was a pleasant surprise, truth be told, it made you feel special and warmed your cheeks.

"Well he just wanted to make sure i bought him something" you lied.

The woman didn’t seem convinced, but she didn't say anything more on the subject. Smiling, she offered you her arm.

"Then we better go" she said she "we must find something for Mister Jadu, right?"

You giggled at that before nodding and, against your better judgment, you entwined your arm through hers.

Agatha smiled at this, unable to help but feel butterflies in her stomach, a quite refreshing and welcome feeling after the hot wave of jealousy that had washed over her when she stepped off the elevator and saw you so close to Nicholas.

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You tried to ignore the blush that was spreading across your face and neck when you walked into the store. You had thought that maybe you would take a taxi or something, but the brunette had told you that the store was not far away, so there was no point in taking a taxi when you were perfectly capable of walking there.

What she hadn't told you was that she wasn't going to let go of you. Sure, you linked your arm with hers, but you thought she would let you go when you got into a taxi. You didn't expect to find yourself walking to an antique store, arms intertwined with your crush, at night.

"How romantic" you thought sarcastically. Well, you could at least tell Nick that it was definitely not a date.

Your train of thought, however, stopped the moment you took a look at the shelves. There were old books, antique dolls, lamps, clocks, paintings, chairs, statues, among other things. You felt like a little girl in a toy store.

Agatha smiled at your look of astonishment. Your lips were slightly parted, you weren’t blinking and your eyes had a special shine that the brunette had never seen. Almost like a girl looking at the presents under the tree on Christmas day.

You looked so cute that she didn't care that you let go of her arm to get deeper and deeper into the place (although she immediately missed your warmth). She followed you carefully, not wanting to miss out on any of your reactions to the artifacts in front of you.

"I had one of those when I was little" you said suddenly, pointing to a beautiful porcelain doll.

Agatha looked at it for a moment. It had white skin, with black curlers tied in a half ponytail and a large purple bow. The dress, although worn and a bit dirty, still retained a bit of its purple color and the elegance of its original design.

But it was her face that had caught your attention the most. She had flushed cheeks, red lips (albeit a bit faded), and long eyelashes. And her eyes...her eyes were two big beautiful blue orbs.

"She looks like you" you said, smiling at the woman next to you

Agatha was a bit surprised and felt a rush of nerves when you stepped closer to her so she could see the doll better. It was true, it looked a bit like her.

"I guess so" she smiled at you

"I like her" you whispered.

The woman gasped silently, looking at you intently. You weren't looking at her, but at the doll in your hands, but something inside her, maybe a selfish part of her, told her that you were talking about her. And for the sake of her heart, she would hold on to that belief, regardless of your next words:

"T-the doll" you clarified quickly, cursing you for being so clumsy "I like the doll" you said, smiling nervously at her.

"Why?" she asked "Most people find them creepy”

“I don’t know” you shrugged “Must be the eyes” you smiled.

Agatha smiled back at you, but she didn't say anything. Suddenly feeling very exposed under her gaze, you set the doll back in place, before turning awkwardly to continue staring at the other shelves.

"Aren't you going to buy her?" the brunette asked, making you look at her again

"...no" you said "She’s beautiful, but too expensive for me. I prefer to save a little for other things that we can find in the following tours. It wouldn’t be smart of me to spend all my money on the third day, right?" you joked lightly.

Agatha however, noticed the look you gave the doll before turning around. You wanted it, of that she was sure.

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"My grandmother had one of those" you laughed

"Well, your grandmother had good taste then" replied the brunette, holding the locket in front of you.

"I suppose there is a certain beauty in it" you admitted, taking it carefully, smiling when the woman winked at you.

"Old is beautiful, Y/N" she said

"Much" you smiled and winked at her. You both knew that you weren't exactly talking about the necklace in your hands.

In the hour and a half that you had been there, something had changed between the two of you. It had started with something subtle, probably since the moment you said you liked the doll that reminded you of your teacher, but then it was an innocent comment about how beautiful a brooch looked in her, a hand on your back encouraging you to try on a necklace, a warm breath on your neck as she approached you from behind to see books over your shoulder. And without realizing it, you had been exchanging somewhat flirtatious comments with the older woman.

Nothing serious, you told yourself, but enough to feel like your relationship had changed. As if you had become closer.

"Well, I think I have everything" you said, separating a little from her

"Are you sure?" she told you "What about the gift for Mr. Jadu?"

"Here" you smiled, showing her the quartz necklace that you had chosen for your best friend.

"Excellent" she said to you "Why don't you pay and wait for me outside?

You shrugged and watched her get lost between the shelves. You paid for your things and left the store, shaking a little. It wasn't cold, but you needed a bubbly presence by your side.

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The next morning, there was no sign of the older woman. You frowned at that, but you guessed that she had simply gotten up before you, she was probably already in the dining room or waking up the rest of your classmates for breakfast.

You took a moment to remember the night before and how special it had made you feel. Too bad the spell had been broken as soon as you left the store.

You had asked her what was in the box she came out with, but she hadn't answered. In fact, she hadn't spoken to you the entire way back to the hotel. It was weird, but you hadn't minded because she had re-entwined her arm with yours anyway, so you were sure she wasn't upset with you.

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"So how was the no date?" Nick asked, immediately after sitting down across from you

"Great, they had very interesting things" you said

"Oh come on Y/N, give me the juicy details"

"There are no 'juicy details' Nick" you rolled your eyes "as you said yourself, it was not a date. We just went to an antique store and voila"

"Liar" he said "there had to be something! She took you by the hand? She pushed you against a shelf and kissed you?"

"Nick!" you hit him on the head

"Ouch" he said "Hey, don't be so aggressive"

"Don't be such an idiot" you said "Nothing happened. Period"

"Okay" he sighed in defeat "did you at least bring me something?"

"Yes, but I don't think you deserve it" you said

"Oh, come on!" he groaned "You don't give me juicy details and you’re also going to take my gift from me? Dark magic is corrupting you, Y/L/N"

You laughed at that, almost spitting out the juice you were drinking.

"You are an idiot" you said

"But?" he smiled at you and raised an eyebrow

You rolled your eyes "But, you are MY idiot" you said. You took the quartz necklace out of your pocket and threw it at him "Here, cry baby"

"Woah" he said, catching it in midair "Awesome, a rose quartz! Thank you princess"

"Yes, yes, you're welcome" you said "now, be a good slave and bring me more fruit, will you?"

"Right away, my lady" he winked at you and stood up.

You were so busy laughing at him, you didn't notice the brunette behind you getting up and leaving the dining room quickly.

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Agatha felt her hands shaking as she placed the package on your bed. She wasn't sure if she should, maybe she was crossing a line, maybe she had misinterpreted the signals. But last night she had seen a side of you that she didn’t know.

In that store, you had stopped being the tender and shy student who was always nervous for the presence of her teacher, and you were transformed into a playful and flirtatious creature that had made her legs tremble.

She hadn't expected you to flirt back, but she loved it and now she wanted more.

"But this" she whispered, looking at the gift on your bed "Will it be too much?"

She was breaking the agreement that she had made with herself. It was not night, and only the nights belonged to her. Leaving you a gift in broad daylight was against the rules.

Fortunately, Agatha Harkness was a woman who made her own rules.

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You opened the door to your room quickly, counting in your mind the seconds it took. You were only back for a pair of sunglasses and your wallet. You were about to leave again when you noticed the box on your bed.

"What is this?" you murmured, moving closer to it.

How did you not notice a box in the middle of your bed as soon as you entered? You didn’t know.

You took the card that was on top of the box, blushing immediately when you recognized the fine handwriting.

"You keep surprising me with your ability to love broken creatures, Miss Y/L/N, but I suppose you're right. It must be the eyes -A.H."

You opened the box and couldn't help but smile as a familiar warmth ran through you and butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

A pair of glass blue eyes stared at you as you hugged the doll and you wished you could hug the woman who looked like her too.

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therenlover · 3 years ago

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Orestes Fasting and Pylades Drunk (A Young Revolutionary!Zemo x Non-Binary Reader Oneshot)

(a/n: so, in honor of barricade day, have this young revolutionary!Zemo fic, which is basically just canon Enjoltaire dynamics but with a Zemo/reader twist on it, because that dynamic is literally my whole heart. Consider this a weird twisted Les Mis au if you want to, but you don’t need to know the book or musical to enjoy this, if it can be enjoyed...)

Synopsis: Helmut recalls the story of how he came to be the ruthless man he is and, more specifically, how he came into possession of his strange purple mask.

Tags: Canon Compliant, Angst, Young!Zemo, Non-Binary!Reader, Death, Enemies to Friends With Benefits to Lovers????, Implied Sexual Content, Friendship, Pining, Revolution, Speedrunning A Slow Burn

Rating: M (+16)

Warnings: Major Character Death, Implied Sexual Content, Gun Violence, Drinking, Minor Homophobia/Transphobia (it’s one sentence near the end and it’s very vague coming from Heinrich), Swearing, Survivor’s Guilt, Really Just Death Everywhere

Word Count: 10,200~

“What’s with the mask?”

The question was innocent enough.

Sam posed it while lounging on the expensive couch of Zemo’s Riga apartment, head tilted back and eyes closed in silent contemplation.

Bucky remained silent as Zemo glanced over from his place at the counter. Outside, the sun was long gone, giving way to a stunning moonrise over the city that poured through the stained glass windows and lit up the night with its glow. It was quiet, much quieter than things usually were between the trio. Still, things being quiet didn’t mean they weren’t tense.

Clenching his teeth, he took in a long breath through his nose. “I am unsure what you mean by that, Sam,”

“The mask,” Sam pushed, “you know, the one you wore during the fight in Madripoor. What’s the deal with that?”

“Ah yes. That mask,” As if on cue, Zemo took a long swig from his glass. It burned all the way down. He didn’t speak again, though, instead choosing to let his gaze fall on the elaborate tilework above his countertops, tracing the patterns with his eyes. Anything to divert himself from the thoughts that rushed back into his mind at the thought of the knit piece of cloth that sat firmly in his inner coat pocket.

Unfortunately for him, Sam wasn’t satisfied with letting the topic fizzle out. “Come on man,” he griped, rubbing a hand over his face, “we got you out of prison, so you owe us one. In fact, you owe us a lot. So, spill. What the hell is the deal with it? Were you Sokovian batman or something?”

That urged a dry laugh from the baron’s lips as he set his crystal glass on the counter with a little more force than was necessary. “Are you always so interested in your captives’ personal lives?”

“Usually,” Bucky chimed in dryly.

“I suppose I’m outnumbered,” Zemo sighed. The bile rising in his throat was easy enough to force down as he turned himself out on his stool to face the room. It wasn’t the right time for true weakness, not yet, but he couldn’t deny that painting himself in a desirable light and offering the pair honesty might give him the upper hand. So, he folded.

Slowly he retrieved the purple mask from his coat and turned it over in his hands. It still fit after all the years it had sat gathering dust in his storage unit which was a blessing in its own right. It still served its original purpose too. That mask had seen horrors beyond imagination, had been washed clean of blood more times than could be counted. Did it hold the memories of the things it had seen within its fabrics as Zemo did in his mind? Or was it as naive as he had been at the time of its creation? He let out a bitter laugh. That was a question they would have asked him.

As he exchanged his literal mask for one entirely emotional, Zemo leaned back on his stool and managed a smile. “How educated are you on Sokovian politics?”

Sam shut his eyes again, letting his head lol back once more. “I went to public school, so I don’t think I even knew Sokovia existed until it didn’t,”

“I know enough,” Bucky added. From his place leaning against the way, ever vigilant and ready to jump into an imagined battle, he turned to face Zemo and crossed his arms. “Hydra had fingers in the government there, more so than other places. There was a big power struggle in the ’90s when the king died, right? Because people wanted democracy, and they didn’t want the little shithead prince to take over,”

“Yes,” Zemo nodded, “My cousin Emil. I’m glad you’re familiar,”

A spluttered laugh escaped Sam’s lips as he shot up. “I know I shouldn’t be surprised by this stuff anymore, but damn,”

“He and I weren’t close,” Zemo waved his hand dismissively, and yet there was a strange sadness in his eyes. It wasn’t for his cousin, though. Not in the least. “But James was correct, there were riots in the streets when the king died. They were shut down quickly by the National Guard, though, who had more than a little help from Hydra’s favorite supersoldiers once they realized just how much power the citizens held. What street were you assigned to, James?”

Bucky sucked in his cheeks, eyes falling to the floor, but before Sam could butt in and defend him he had muttered an answer. “I cleared the barricade at 18th Avenue, the second largest. Those kids fought valiantly,”

Zemo hummed lowly. “And so they did,”

“Okay, what does any of this have to do with your stupid purple mask?” Sam exclaimed.

He was sitting up fully now, face turned to where Zemo had stood from his stool and begun to round the bar. His mask still sat in a small ball on the marble. It seemed to be a member of the conversation all its own, silent and sure, drawing all three men together as it weaved a story from the past into the present with its very presence.

“That mask served me well and hid my identity when I stood against the very men that were serving my family,” Zemo muttered, letting his fingers brush the fabric gently. The names of the lost sat heavy on his very soul even if they would never pass from his lips.

Hans, Andrei, Ivan, Vladimir, Anton, Lazlo, Nicholas, little Sebastian…

Y/N.

“I was young then, too young for my own good,” he said softly, “naive and hopeful and convinced that the world was able to change for the better if I simply willed it to be… so when I discovered the connection between my family and Hydra I packed up my things, emptied my bank account, and moved into a tiny apartment with another like-minded friend, Hans Perlitch,” a soft laugh escaped him, genuine and youthful and all too honest, “We preached to the hungry masses of a world free from the thumb of the elite and all the while we would return home to a heated apartment and a stocked pantry. Still, we were well-liked and gathered a bit of a following. That was when everything changed, the early fall of 1997…”

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“You know, for someone who claims to be as smart as you say you are, you’re quite a fool,”

The voice came from the back of the room, smoke still hanging thick in the air from the cigarettes shared by the masses of students that had packed the tiny repurposed stockroom of the bar while Helmut had given his speech for the week.

He didn’t give the interloper the dignity of his full attention as he gathered a few of his scattered notes from the table that served as his soapbox. Still, he was in a generally good mood. Almost double the usual students had shown up for the meeting and a few had even chimed in to ask questions, so he took a deep breath and resigned himself to the fact that rooting out one ignorant opposer now would mean less work in the long run. “I’ve never claimed to be smart, so I’m not quite sure what you’re referring to,”

A scoff came from the back of the room, but the person made no effort to come closer. “You can change your last name and present yourself as a member of the public all you want, but someday someone is gonna recognize that pretty face of yours, and your whole revolution is going to come crumbling to the ground,”

Now that was enough to make him pause.

“How did you-”

“How could I not?”

It was sardonic, biting and harsh in the worst of ways. Everything about the tone made Helmut’s blood boil beneath his skin. He was not one who enjoyed being threatened or outdone. Still, the play was out of his hands now, should this strange intruder choose to ruin him.

Biting his tongue, he finally turned to face them. “You have my attention, now what do you want?”

Across the room, the stranger remained unphased. They were relatively unremarkable, a bottle of cheap beer held firmly in their grip as they toasted to nothing and drank down the remaining dregs. With a smile and a chuckle, they propped their feet up on the small, round table before them. Something about that sight lit a fire in Helmut’s chest. He didn’t know who they were, or why he was there, but he was certain that he despised them already.

“I don’t want anything,” They replied, and with a certain grandness reserved for a gamin mocking the bourgeoisie, they flourished with their hands, letting their booted feet drop to the ground as they stood and bowed. “I’m just saying that if you’re trying to convince people that you’re not the missing baron while you’re pretending to be all impoverished and rallying us commoners, you might want to change more than your last name and your fashion sense,”

Helmut gritted his teeth. “So what? Did you come here just to rub my face in it, or are you going to help me make a change?”

That elicited a small snort from the stranger, but they did take the opportunity to traipse up to meet him at his table, leaning on the edge as they gazed up at him with a strange look in their eyes that he couldn’t quite identify. Their face was soft upon closer examination, alive and bright with a merriment that only came from intoxication. It made Helmut sneer involuntarily.

Licking their lips, they murmured, “Make a change? Is that what you think you’re doing?” and as they let a giggle escape their parted lips Helmut lost it.

He gasped them firmly by the front of their baggy sweater and dragged them in close. “At least I’m trying! What are you doing about it? Extorting the only person who might be able to actually make a change in this shithole of a country? That’s so much more helpful!”

Their faces were inches apart as Helmut spat his words like venom and yet the stranger never stopped smiling. It was almost dopey, the grin that made its way across their lips. Helmut couldn’t stand it.

“You know, baron,” they purred, setting down their empty bottle on the table beside them, “I like you. I might just stick around here for a little while, see what else about your little plan I can pick apart,”

Never in his life had Helmut been less thrilled for someone to join his cause.

“Why are you here anyway,” he groaned, releasing their shirt, “don’t you have something better to do with your Friday night than bother me?” and, as an extra jab, he added, “besides drinking yourself to death, of course,”

The jab didn’t land, though.

Taking it all in stride, the stranger simply grinned as if they too knew how badly they stank of cheap alcohol and was thrilled that someone had noticed. “Anton invited me. He said I should get out more, make some friends. It’s just a coincidence that I happened to recognize you while writing down an itemized list of all the things you got wrong while you grandstanded,” There was a pride in their words, a giddy energy burbling just beneath the surface of their skin, and suddenly it all made sense.

Anton was newer to their group, a poet and a free thinker, something hard to find in the slums of Novi Grad. Still, he lightened the impromptu meetings up with his smile and would often spend the hour scrawling away fervently in his notebook as he immortalized each and every word that was said “for posterity”. Helmut was sure that only someone as accepting as Anton would ever choose to spend their time with someone quite as insufferable as the person before him. Suddenly, and uncomfortably, he became aware that he didn’t even know their name.

Swallowing down a nasty barb, Helmut sighed and offered up his hand, which the stranger took after a moment of pause. “And you are?”

“Y/N,” They replied.

“Well, Y/N,” he spat their name from his mouth like a cherry pit, “I suppose I’ll have to get used to having a man like you-”

“Don’t call me that,”

Helmut cocked his head to the side. “Pardon?”

“Don’t call me a man,” Y/N replied, “and before you ask I don’t want to be called a woman either. I’m just… I’m just Y/N, at least for now I am, it’s not like I’d give a rich brat like you my legal name while we’re mixed up in all this illegal, halfway-treasonous nonsense you insist on spouting. Maybe next week I’ll be something completely different and new. Until I tell you otherwise, though, I’m just Y/N, your highness,”

“Do I dare dream that that means you might learn to respect my ideas?” Helmut sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face and choosing to ignore the sarcastic address in the hopes of letting such things fizzle and die without encouragement. Unfortunately, the goofy grin he got in return told him that was wishful thinking.

Suddenly, the door opened and Helmut jumped away from his newest tentative ally (if you could call them that) to find Hans standing in the doorway. At his side was Andrei, the third in command of their little posse and final member of the leading triumvirate. They seemed shocked at his lateness and he was quick to try to gather himself up lest they see him as undone as he had found himself while facing the smallest taste of Y/N’s antagonistic nature.

What had he even been doing when they interrupted him? It took him a moment to even gather himself together enough to remember. Scanning the room, his eyes fell on the papers

Oh yes, he had been gathering up his notes…

He was quick to finish the task as Y/N sauntered away towards the door, preparing to push past the two men who stood beyond it.

“You’re Anton’s friend, right?” Hans asked, back stiff. When Y/N nodded he did little more than give a noncommittal noise from the back of his throat. He had always been good with making things impersonal as he crunched the numbers and calculated probabilities. That was why Helmut liked him so much.

Andrei, on the other hand, provided a needed warmth to their leadership in his outreach.

He smiled warmly at Y/N and clapped a hand on their shoulder. “I hope we’ll be seeing more of you around,”

Y/N was quick to offer one of their signature grins before winking back at Helmut in a way that made his stomach turn. “Oh, you’ll be seeing plenty of me from now on,”

“We’re glad to have you,” Andrei replied as they passed.

Before they fully left, though, they turned one last time to shoot Helmut a final smile. “Till next Friday, fearless leader,”

Then, Y/N was gone, lost in the crowd of revelers beyond the small, smokey storeroom and, more importantly, beyond where Helmut’s eyes could follow. Somehow, despite everything, he missed having them there. He quickly chalked the feeling up to wanting to keep a close eye on people with the ability to thwart his best-laid plans and left it at that. Besides, he had no room in his heart for anything besides the betterment of Sokovia.

Attachments meant the possibility of other priorities, and other priorities got people killed. He couldn’t have that happening on his watch.

Thankfully, Hans snapped him out of his melancholy quickly. “Do you have everything sorted?”

Helmut gave a short nod before tapping the pile of papers against the table and setting out towards the door, abandoning his thoughts and feelings about his interaction with Y/N at the table as he exited the room and gathered himself once more into the man his friends needed him to be.

He could only hope that as long as he ignored Y/N’s jabs, they would soon grow tired and be gone within the month once they realized he was anything but afraid of their little games.

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Much to Helmut’s abject disappointment, Y/N did not, in fact, stop showing up.

They did quite the opposite.

Instead of leaving him well enough alone, they showed up to Helmut’s meetings every single Wednesday and Friday for months, always piss drunk and happy to jeer at him from the corner, shouting their unwanted opinions and throwing off every meeting with their nonsense.

It was as if they did it just to get on his nerves, and get on his nerves they did.

As the seasons changed, from spring, to winter, to fall, and, finally, to the very beginnings of summer, so did the types of jabs Y/N decided to throw.

In the beginning it was all business, comments on the idiocy of his plans for a protest based on common police routes or mocking jokes about his unending optimism when it came to fighting the national guard on a large scale, but as things began to get more and more serious on the path towards a full-fledged revolt, they seemed to aim more and more of their vitriol towards Helmut personally.

Sometimes it was a comment on his face or voice. “Ease up pretty boy,” they’d jeer, “keep talking like that and a guardsman might just do more than knock out a few of your perfect teeth,” Other times, which Helmut found infinitely worse, they’d throw a jab at his ability to lead them to victory. “The only thing that waits for us at the end of this is a painful death, especially if you’re not joking about those fucking super soldiers they supposedly have on ice,”

The worst part was that half the time, Y/N was right.

Helmut hated to admit it but it was true. More than once he had to go back and edit his plans to take into account a valid point thrown in by Y/N that he had never even considered. Hell, if it had been anyone else picking him to nothing he would have been grateful, but it wasn’t a well-meaning contributor trying to make the world a better place, it was a drunk who seemed to have one solitary life goal: making his life as miserable as possible. Perhaps that’s why they had devolved to frantic angry fucks behind crates of wine and massive cans of chocolate spread after the worst of their arguments…

Not that Helmut cared for them.

No, he didn’t do attachments. Neither did Y/N. They hated each other, after all.

It was just a way to release their tensions at the end of stressful meetings and nothing more. They were dealing with matters of life and death after all. It was only normal to seek comfort in the warmth of a companion, if he could even call Y/N a companion.

Whether he liked it or not, though, they were they to stay, even if they rarely made themself useful to the cause.

By early June, the drunkard had become close friends with all of the remaining students that still gathered at Helmut’s location for meetings instead of ending up at the offshoots that began to form once the group got too big to pile into the storeroom. Helmut loathed thinking about it, but Y/N was probably invited to more birthdays and Saturday night get-togethers than he ever was. There was something about their smile that drew people in. It made them feel wanted, welcome. Helmut hated that he never got those smiles from Y/N, only ever the mocking, blithe kind that they handed out freely to friends and enemies alike.

He didn’t have time to think about that, though. Not with so much fast approaching as the first pears began to hang from branches down in the royal orchards, soft and ripe and ready to be harvested. Their growth marked King Hugo’s daily weakening. His death could come any day, and when it did, Helmut knew he would need to strike quickly if he truly hoped to overturn the system before the coronation of his cousin. That meant every meeting, now more frequently held throughout the week, was filled to the brim with preparations and planning.

Well, preparations and planning and a healthy dose of Y/N and Helmut yelling at each other about nonsense across the room until Anton or Laszlo stepped in to pull Y/N down into their chair once more so the meeting could resume and they could all go home before things got too late and they were questioned in the street on why they were possibly out and about at such an hour.

Things were no different on that Friday meeting on June 4th.

“Is there anyone here who isn’t already passing out pamphlets in the dorms at NVU tonight?” Helmut asked the room, scanning for a hand that didn’t belong to his least favorite member of the group. Unfortunately, none came up. “Come one now, at least one of you has to be free,”

Y/N groaned. “It’s like you don’t even see my hand waving up here, oh great one,” There they went again with the ridiculous terms of address that made Helmut’s blood sizzle in his veins. He remained composed, though. At least, as composed as he could be given the situation.

“I’m ignoring you because I remember the last time I asked your drunk ass to pass out pamphlets. What round of dominos were you on by the time I showed up to check on you, five or six?”

The scalding remark was enough to get Y/N to sheepishly lower their hand, eyes downcast. It was getting easier and easier for Helmut to manage to shut them up the more frantic meetings got, and he couldn’t say he was displeased by that fact no matter why it was the way that it was. A quiet Y/N meant less chance for mistakes which meant fewer future casualties. Fewer casualties were good, it was what he strived for.

Thankfully for Helmut, a new hand came up.

It belonged to Vladimir, the oldest of the group by a year rounding out at an even 26 years old. He was dependable, definitely the kind who could be trusted to run an errand as important as the one Helmut needed to have done. The thought that Vladimir would be the one to pick up the shipment of smuggled guns was a relief. He made as much evident while explaining their next moves.

Throughout the remainder of the meeting, though, Helmut couldn’t help but feel watched. It didn’t last long, half an hour at most. Still, there was the creeping itch on the back of his neck that told him there were eyes on him that he wasn’t aware of. Only when the group was dismissed and the feeling didn’t go away did he realize exactly who was staring at him so intently.

“I hope you know I really did intend to hand out those pamphlets,” Y/N said once they were the last one remaining, the rest of the group having trickled out to get food and drinks before heading home for the night. It wasn’t unusual for Helmut and Y/N to be the last two remaining at the end of a meeting. That didn’t mean he was happy about it though.

So, instead of offering up an acknowledgment, he busied himself with plotting out a few potential spots to barricade the roads and hunker down when things got messy in highlighter on the large, laminated map of Novi Grad that had found its home on the big front table.

Y/N didn’t let up, though. They never did. “I know you don’t believe me, why would you, but I did. I just wanted to loosen them up before I started talking about overthrowing the damn government, which is a terrible plan, by the way. Have I told you that lately?”

“Only every time you see me,” Helmut sighed.

Somehow, that made Y/N smile, soft and sarcastic and all too honest. Helmut didn’t know how they managed it. Secretly, he envied their neverending veracity. He’d never say that though. No, not while they crossed the floor and offered up a large bottle of whiskey.

“A drink, dear leader?”

“Absolutely not” He griped, pinching the bridge of his nose. “How many times do I need to remind you I don’t drink?”

“Too many,”

“For once, I agree with you,”

A laugh passed through Y/N’s plush lips and, regrettably, Helmut couldn’t help but look up at them and relish in the sight. Their hair was a bit longer than they usually grew it out, a particularly unruly piece tucked behind their ear. Helmut hated that he noticed little details like that, despised the way he had come to know the soft dip of their cupid’s bow and the warmth of their palm. It was still Y/N, after all, for better or worse. He couldn’t help but allow himself those small recognitions though. It made him feel human, or something close to it.

Still, all good things must come to an end, and they did when Y/N decided to speak again. “You know, the longer I show up for these stupid meetings, the more I think you’re actually gonna try to go up against those bastards,”

Helmut should have known the barb was coming, but perhaps his better nature, if it truly existed, prevented that. Nevertheless, he sighed into his hands as he dropped his highlighter. “If I didn’t intend to actually try to change things, why would I have spent the last year of my life living in a shitty apartment and putting up with you?”

“You’d be surprised the things people do and never finish. Not everyone is as driven as you are,” Y/N huffed. They were quick to seat themself on the table once Helmut wasn’t actively working over it, smearing the highlighter away on their corduroy pants. “Nobody would blame you if you did tap out, you know. There are plenty of ways to make a change that don’t involve trying to take down the entire local Sokovian military force until they decide to give you what you want,”

“The changes we could make without a revolt wouldn’t really be changes, they’d just be the illusion of changes. You know that as well as I do,” Helmut replied with a groan.

Two of the fingers from Y/N’s free hand, the one that wasn’t gripping their bottle like a lifeline, pointed towards the closed door behind them. “Is living under our current system and knowing they have fingers in a few less-than-savory organizations really worse than leading all of your friends to their deaths?”

That struck a nerve in Helmut’s chest.

“And who says that has to be true?”

“Come on, oh benevolent and giving baron,” Y/N’s voice was light yet pointed, like a million minuscule particles of glass flying through the air, “Do you really think we’re all gonna make it out of a fight with the big guys? And even if all of us do, can you say the same for the poor kids fighting where we aren’t?”

“I never said there would be no casualties-”

“What about Sebastian? The kid is barely 12 and I know you’re going to say that if he tries to show up, you’re gonna send him home, but I think you underestimate how many people will want even someone as young as him dead if they catch him in the street. Are you really going to let him risk his life for this? A half-assed plan for you to get revenge on your asshole relatives for making your childhood shitty?”

“You know that’s not what this is about,”

“Do I?” Y/N asked, and for just a second, no, a millisecond, Helmut wasn’t sure anymore. It was only a brief moment though, nothing more. The fact that they could make him doubt himself do deeply though… it was a problem. Calling it that was an understatement, but there was no other way to put it that truly worked.

Helmut growled lowly and nodded, pushing the doubt from his mind. He was right. He had to be right. What would he be if he was wrong? A spoiled rich boy who was leading his friends to their dooms for nothing?

No.

He had to be right, so he was. It was as simple as that.

“Is there anything else you need to critique, or can you leave me to work now?” Helmut asked. His patience had long since worn thin. That didn’t matter much to Y/N, though. They liked to wear him down thin, see just how far they could push without breaking his resolve. It was a game they were both intimately acquainted with.

They played their hand expertly. “In fact,” Y/N smiled while they spoke, another mocking little grin that made Helmut’s stomach turn in the best and worst of ways, “there is one last thing I needed to ask about,”

“I shudder to think what it might be,”

“How are you going to hide your face?”

The question caught Helmut off-guard as he leaned back on his heels, letting his forearms brace against the edge of the table, his face scrunching up in thought. “What?”

Y/N gestured absently towards his face before bringing their bottle to their lips. “I’m betting that your family will expect you to be out there whenever we actually stage our attack. If I’m right, that means the soldiers will be looking for you as their top priority, and if they find you, they’ll kill everybody around you just to get a chance to drag you back to mommy and daddy. Even if they don’t kill us on sight we’ll be charged for harboring you without turning you in to the proper authorities. So, how are you going to hide your face?”

Once again, Helmut found himself thinking that, despite their drunken stupor, Y/N might just be right, and he hated it. He hated that he hadn’t thought of it first, hated that it was a valid point, hated that he had no satisfying way to answer the question they had posed. He hated it all.

“I’ll just throw on a bandana,” He managed to grumble, and that was that.

Or, that should have been that, but Y/N scoffed at the idea, setting down their bottle and leaning in close to Helmut’s face. After a moment of contemplation, they brought their hand up to his face and let their thumb come to rest on one of his largest beauty marks, the mole that rested high on the left side of his nose. “I’m afraid that a bandana isn’t going to cover up your absolutely blinding radiance, fearless leader,” There was a softness to their voice, a gentility Helmut was unused to. It made his chest hurt. He hated that too.

“Are you going to offer a solution or are you just going to sit there telling me I’m stupid,” His words were a low groan.

Much to his surprise, though, Y/N reached into their back pocket only to pass him a crumpled purple ball. It was obviously fabric, though the outside seemed to be coated in some sort of weatherproofing, and upon closer inspection, once unraveled, two distinct eyeholes became visible.

“Is this-”

“A mask?” Y/N finished his sentence for him, “Yeah. I figured you wouldn’t think about it, so I whipped something up with some old polyester-based yarn and then I coated it so it wouldn’t be a problem if it got wet. It should still be breathable, though,”

For the first time since he’d known them, Helmut looked up at Y/N and thought that they were incredibly valuable. He still hated them, of course he did. Y/N was Y/N and he was himself and they hated each other because they were, at their basest, entirely incompatible.

At his silence, Y/N looked away, almost nervous. “I hope it’s alright,”

“It’s more than alright,” Helmut said as kindly as he could possibly manage, “I hate to say this, but owe you one,”

“Could I collect on that debt now?” Minutely, Y/N leaned closer, eyes falling to Helmut’s lips.

He swallowed thickly. “You’re drunk, Y/N,”

“I know I am. Isn’t that wonderful?”

“Why would that be wonderful?”

“Because that means I won’t remember this,” And, with that, they closed the gap between the two of them and captured Helmut’s lips in his own.

Kissing Y/N wasn’t a new thing. They had kissed plenty of times during their frenzied hookups; soft kisses and hard kisses and long kisses and short kisses. Still, Helmut would never get used to the thrill of it. That was yet another thing he hated about Y/N. He could never quite get used to them. Every single interaction always felt as fresh and raw as their first.

With a fervor only he could muster, Helmut kissed back and pushed at Y/N’s hips, pressing them harder into the table below, and just as quickly as he had gained a physical mask, he had lost his emotional one.

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In the end, that was the last time Helmut had slept with Y/N.

They had fallen together, two sweaty half-dressed bodies laid out over the laminated map of Novi Grad, and then Y/N had gathered themself up and left with little more than one last kiss pressed to Helmut’s temple. By the time he himself had gotten home to Hans, the news of King Hugo’s death was almost an hour old.

After a few phone calls to lay the final plans and keep every sect of their band of revolutionaries on the same schedules, things rolled into motion like a finely tuned machine.

On the morning of June 5th, the barricades rose and Helmut wore his mask proudly as his people fought for freedom in the streets he had walked since childhood. Y/N was beside him.

By the early hours of June 6th, they were the only barricade that remained.

Helmut should have known that once things got too challenging that the super soldiers would be released, he should have anticipated that they’d be waiting for the backlash once king Hugo passed, and yet he hadn’t. He had blindly walked into the disaster with his eyes wide open. There was no one to blame but himself.

Little Sebastian, just one month shy of 13 years old, was dead, shot at long distance when he had attempted to grab a fallen box of bullets that had toppled over the peak of the jumble of hoarded furniture and scrap metal. Anton was dead too, taken at gunpoint while he stood guard at a side street and executed with his eyes bound and a sonnet on his lips. Even Ivan, stoic and strong Ivan who bound his knuckles in boxer’s tape and sparred with Helmut when he needed to clear his head, had been caught in the initial fire and bled out over the course of the day, dying with a smile on his face as he leaned on a discarded chair.

I never said there’d be no casualties.

His own words rang in his ears, taunted him with every bullet he shot and every breath he dragged into his aching lungs. How had he ever been so naive to believe that even one life could be expendable?

The real lowest point came at almost midnight when Helmut picked up a call from a student on another barricade only to met with screaming. “Winter is coming!” They had wailed, “Winter is coming!” and then they had died, right there over speakerphone. Helmut had the good sense to hang up once it got to the worst of it, the strangled gurgled growing to be too much for the group.

As things truly settled, in those hours so early that the world still considered them night, Helmut still stood vigilant. That’s when Y/N finally approached.

They wore no smile, not like usual. Instead, their face was stoic as they came to stand beside Helmut and waited silently for a moment. He took the chance to beat them to the punch.

“You don’t have to tell me you were right. I know you were,” I hate you for it.

Y/N offered a gentle, humorless laugh. “I wouldn’t rub it in at a time like this, but yeah, I was,” I know you do. I hate myself for it too.

Slowly, Helmut brought a hand to his face, scrubbing the exhaustion away from his eyes. How had it all come to this?

“How much time do you think we have,” Y/N was speaking before he had a chance to say anything more, saving him from having to elaborate on his admission. He was grateful. Grateful to not be alone, grateful to be spared more shame, grateful to see Y/N’s gentle smile one more time. He’d never show it though. No, he was to be the fearless leader till the end.

So, he sucked in a deep breath and stared out into the starry sky. “A few hours at most. I’m surprised they haven’t made another advance after the last big push in the evening when we lost…” he swallowed thickly, “when we lost Anton,”

Licking their lips and pushing back their hair, Y/N sighed. “For what it’s worth, for a minute there I really believed you could do it,”

It was a bigger compliment than it seemed and they both knew it, but neither acknowledged it. Instead, Helmut gestured absently towards the half-full bottle of wine in Y/N’s hand. “You mind if I have a drink of that?”

A grin spread across their lips, but it was as far from mocking as was possible as they passed the bottle over.

“I never thought I’d see the day,”

Lifting the bottom of his mask to take a swig, Helmut groaned at the deep, bitter burn of it. “Don’t get used to it,” He replaced the fabric quickly before passing the bottle back.

“I’ll try not to,”

“Happy 20th, by the way,” Y/N added, “this is a hell of a way to celebrate, but it’s very you,”

Helmut froze as the realization sunk in that it was, in fact, the 6th of June, even if it had only been that way for a couple hours.

There had been a party planned. It was just an intimate thing, cake and a few card games in the afternoon with his closest friends, but that was long behind them now, forgotten in favor of the larger cause. To Y/N, though, there was never a larger cause than Helmut himself. He was realizing that slowly. In a bitter moment of realization, he laughed.

“What?”

“You weren’t invited,”

They quirked up an eyebrow. “Huh?”

“To the birthday party. I didn’t invite you,”

“Well, I’m here now, and this is a pretty good party if I do say so myself. You and me and the revolution all jam-packed together in the middle of a street. Wouldn’t it be cool if the new democracy was born on the same day you were?”

He smiled softly. “It was meant to be,”

“I got you something, you know, even though I knew I wasn’t invited to the party,” Y/N added breathlessly. “It was stupid, just some dumb sweater with a whole bunch of random ass quotes from Machiavelli all over the back, but Anton and I saw it when we visited the better side of town to hang up those fliers for the march a few weeks ago and we knew you had to have it. It’s sitting all wrapped up on my front table,”

“It’s a shame I won’t get to open it today,”

They nodded distantly. “Yeah, a real shame…”

Then, they were quiet again, staring up at the stars mere feet away from each other and yet miles apart, farther than they’d ever been.

Y/N cut through the soundless night first, but not before several silent minutes had passed, filled with only the distant chatter of their surviving friends and the gentle whistling of the breeze over the rooftops above. “When everything goes to shit… with the universe, I mean, not now. Everything’s already gone to shit now. But that notwithstanding, when the world goes kaput and the sun explodes, we’re all gonna be starstuff together, right? You and I and Sebastian and Andrei and Anton and… all of us. We’re gonna be nothing but matter and dust out there in space,”

“Is there a point to this or are you just having an existential crisis?” Helmut muttered, but there was no bite to it.

They just chuckled as their eyes scanned the sky.

“I was just thinking, if all of us are gonna be nothing more than matter and dust and star stuff, it only makes sense that someday, even if it’s a billion years from now, a little part of each of us will be together again as part of some supernova in the sky to be seen by somebody else, and, when that day comes, I think I’m gonna know, and everything is gonna be alright,”

He hummed thoughtfully, running a hand absently over the thick purple knit of his mask, relishing in the gummy softness of the coating on his bare fingertips in the cooling air. “That makes no sense,”

“Do you think I don’t know that?”

“Still, it’s a pretty thought. Anton would have liked it,”

“Yeah, he would have…”

Helmut let his eyes fall from the sky to his companion. They looked so fragile, so broken, that he could barely stand himself, because, if he hadn’t made the stupid choices to lead them here, they never would have felt that way. They’d be curled up in bed somewhere, asleep and safe, far from the cold darkness of the night at his side. It made him sick.

How could he possibly put that to words? How could he apologize for denying every nudge, every chance to turn around? He couldn’t, and it made him as bitter as the wine that Y/N sipped from absently before turning to face him once again.

“Hey, Helmut,” they whispered, and his breath caught in his throat because how dare his voice sound so sweet on their lips? How dare they keep that joy, the joy of hearing his name whispered with reverence on the early morning breeze, real and caring and perfect, away from him for so long? “Do you think I could take a chair from the barricade?”

Just as soon as it had come, the joy was gone. “Why would you need a chair?”

Y/N shrugged. “I want to go sleep,”

“Why can’t you sleep out here?”

“I don’t want to be woken up,”

“We wouldn’t wake you until the fighting was starting back up again-”

“Oh, my darling fearless leader,” their voice was empty, tinny and cold, “I don’t ever want to be woken up,”

Their words pierced Helmut straight through the heart he didn’t know he had. It made him feel so much, so many emotions he had simply not allowed himself out of a misplaced sense of self-preservation. “But we’ll need every able body ready to fight when they send in the super soldiers if we even want a chance at making it out of this,”

The smile that crossed Y/N’s lips didn’t come from a place of joy, nor did it mock Helmut for his blind and dying faith. It was simply there because they did not know how to do anything else. “There’s no making it out of this. Not for me, at least. For you, though… you still have a chance,”

Denial and anger went hand in hand as Helmut sucked his teeth, grinding his molars and letting his hand ghost over his pistol hanging at his hip.

“So you’d really rather die like a coward than take a stand against the evils in the world?” he spat, harsh and cold as the air around them. “Pathetic,”

“Don’t do this now, Helmut, not after we were finally getting somewhere. I don’t want to die with things like that,”

“I’m not the one who’s giving up,” he snapped.

He just needed… something. A reaction. A reason to keep fighting when the war was already lost. Anything. Why couldn’t Y/N light the same fire in him that they’d kindled for months? The fire that had driven him to spend sleepless nights poring over maps and plans and speeches and guns. If he just pushed a little harder, just hit the right button, they’d light it again, he just knew it.

“Please,” the word fell fragile from Y/N’s lips. Not a beg, just a soft plea.

It fell on deaf ears.

“You know what? You can take your chair!” Helmut was shouting then, loud enough that the remaining students on the barricade could hear every word. “Take your chair and leave us to fight while you die in your sleep. If we make it through the day I’ll put the bullet between your eyes myself. Now get out of here! I don’t want to see you again,” There was a cruelty to it, an edge that he thought might just push them off the edge. Still, it wasn’t cruel without reason. Helmut thought that maybe, if he was lucky enough, Y/N would simply leave.

They had no stakes in the results of the revolt, no serious lasting ties that would get them hunted down in the weeks to come if things came to a gruesome end. If he bid them to leave, to disappear from his sight, there was a chance, however small, that they would disappear into the shadows with a chance to live.

Against all odds, though, Y/N smiled one of those empty smiles again and drank down the very last of their wine.

“As your baronship commands,” they whispered, before departing to gather up a chair and disappearing into the restaurant where they had met so many times before.

Then, they were gone, and Helmut was free to sink to the ground as his heart broke and mended and broke again.

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As expected, the super soldiers arrived only a couple of hours past Y/N’s departure.

Their arrival was silent, only marked by the slow thud of retreating national guardsmen in the distance. They weren’t needed there anymore, and the less they saw the better.

Helmut watched his friends fall one by one in the panic, the barricade falling to ruin as the soldiers- if they could even be considered that, soldier seemed a far too human term for the monstrous creatures before him- pulled it apart with their bare hands. From there it was just a game of who was caught first in the insanity that ensued.

Nicholas; caught a bullet through the neck.

Vladimir; thrown against a solid stone wall at a speed near impossible.

Lazlo; impaled on a bit of broken wood as the wood exploded.

Andrei; shot 3 times point-blank in the chest as he held the door closed to buy Hans and Helmut a little more time with a love confession for his closest companion falling from his mouth.

Hans…

Helmut didn’t know how Hans died.

He had never asked. All he knew that the shots had come as he wailed Andrei’s name, and then there was a deathly silence in the golden light of the morning sun as Helmut stood alone at the back of the storeroom, taking in the 4 walls that had held the best year of his life.

What remained now?

A failed dream? A pile of bodies? A single survivor waiting for his death?

Helmut didn’t know. He couldn’t fathom it.

The two soldiers sent to finish the job were nameless and nondescript as they slipped through the door, armed with long, silent rifles and hidden by masks not too dissimilar from Helmut’s own. They did not speak, not a word. Instead, they simply raised their guns and took aim at Helmut as he closed his eyes and thought of-

“Wait!”

The word rang out heavy and made the two executioners snap to the side.

“I’m with him! I’m with the revolution! Down with King Emil! Down with the monarchy!”

There, hidden among the crates and shelves of canned goods and glass bottles, was Y/N.

They looked objectively awful, eyes rimmed red and hair mussed up and coated with oil. Still, it was the most beautiful sight Helmut had ever seen.

It was only right that they go together.

Slowly, Y/N made their way across the room to take their place at Helmut’s side. “I know you said you never wanted to see me again, but I assume you’ll make an exception for the circumstances,”

“I never meant it,” he whispered back, and Y/N smiled, “You have to know, I never meant it,”

“Even if you did, I never would have listened-”

Suddenly, one of the soldiers spoke, taking aim straight for Helmut down the barrel of their gun.

“Quiet,”

Y/N only paused for a moment before pressing their hand into his. “Kiss me, Helmut?”

Who was he to deny them?

Pulling off his mask, he pressed his lips to theirs and clasped their hand like it was the last thing he would ever do. When he pulled away, they were smiling one of their old, mocking, joyous smiles.

“Oh, fearless leader… I win,”

The words were a whisper of air against his lips. Before he could fathom the true meaning of them the pair was peppered in a spray of gunfire as Helmut closed his eyes to the world for what should have been the final time.

When he opened them, Y/N was struck dead at his feet.

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It was their final winning move, he later realized, the checkmate to a game of chess he never believed would end.

In the end, Y/N had been as correct as they always were.

All the same, he hated them for it.

Some nights, in the darkness of his room back at the summer estate where his father has imprisoned him until further notice, he wondered if Y/N had kissed him because they wanted to or if they had done it to get him to remove his mask long enough that the soldiers would recognize him and spare him. It wouldn’t surprise him. Y/N did have a tendency to be right about things like that.

Ghosts haunted him often.

Not full specters, he would wish for something so merciful. Instead, he saw flashes in the periphery of his vision. Outside his window, he’d hear a child’s laugher and be so sure it was Sebastian until he looked out to find that it was simply a group of the staff’s children playing ball. Or, when the assigned guardsman brought him his dinner, he would glance down the hall and be so sure that a man at the other end was Lazlo, preparing to face a board of proctors as he delivered a thesis he would never write. It never was, though. It never would be.

Worst of all, when he laid awake in his bed as the clock struck twelve, he would feel them beside him.

They had never slept together in the literal sense. Whatever they had shared (love, Helmut would come to realize after many, many years with Heike, painfully hollow without the same kind of flame. He had loved them and simply never known how to show it) was purely physical and contained within that bloody, bloody storeroom that he was sure would be torn down someday soon as they glossed over the casualties and stamped out the evidence. Still, he could feel Y/N beside him in the darkness despite the fact that they had never been there.

Their head on his chest, their body pressed flush to his side, their hot breath fanning over the fabric of his nightshirt, creating a patch of damp warmth in its wake…

It was maddening, an eternal punishment he was doomed to endure for his stupidity. Nevertheless, if he let his brain wander to a better place, a different lifetime, it was almost comforting to feel their ghost wrapped tightly to his side.

When he woke, though, the loss of the dream was more maddening than living through it.

Almost a month after the failed revolution, in the hot and heady days of early July when the wasps buzzed loud at the window and the skies were filled with thunderclouds most of the time, his father finally came to speak to him.

“I trust you spent your birthday how you wished to,” Heinrich said plainly. There was no question to it, just an empty sentiment.

Mockery wasn’t nearly as pleasant when delivered by his father and not his lover, Helmut thought distantly.

“On the contrary, I spent my birthday watching everyone I cared about die,” he snapped back.

Heinrich didn’t offer any sort of commiseration. He simply shrugged and continued on with what he was there to say, not that his son minded much. The less time he spent there the more time Helmut would have to himself, which was preferable to listening to his father’s droning.

“You’re lucky to be alive. The family is on thin ice thanks to that stunt you pulled, but with time we’re all sure that you’ll become an asset if you simply learn to use that fire for something more… productive,”

Who the ‘we’ was went unspoken. It didn’t need to be.

Helmut sighed and looked out the window at the rain falling on the garden. Nicholas would have loved the gardens at this home. He would have pressed every flower at least once in the little book he kept beside him filled with the pieces of the world that he collected as he passed through it. Where would he be kept and collected now that he was dead?

“I’ve called in a favor and enrolled you for military service. You’ll be tested to find your strengths, sent where you’re best suited, and trained from the ground up. Once we know you can be trusted, you might even lead your own squadron and make some friends more of your caliber,”

It took all Helmut’s strength to clench his teeth and hold back the rage he felt in his chest. “When do I leave?”

“As soon as you’re married,”

Married.

The word struck a bolt through the rage and dissolved it, giving way to pure shock. “What the hell do you mean?”

Crossing his arms, Heinrich took to pacing a 2-foot line back and forth in front of the door. “We’ve found a suitable match from a good standing Sokovian family, and they’re willing to look past your little misstep as long as their daughter becomes a baroness and is adequately involved in society. She’ll be here in three days time and you’ll have a week to get acquainted before the wedding,”

“I never said I was going to get married,” Helmut growled, “You can’t make me get married,”

His father stared down at him from above like he was a little boy again. “I can make you do whatever I want. Don’t think I didn’t hear about what happened with that freak they shot down at your side! No son of mine is ending up with someone like-”

In an instant, Helmut had rushed across the room and punched his father square in the jaw. As blood poured down the man’s face, a hiss escaped his son’s lips.

“Never talk about Y/N like that again,”

“So it had a name!”

That earned him another punch, but Heinrich escaped Helmut’s grip quickly, cupping a hand beneath his nose to catch the redness that poured from his face. As he retreated out the door, he turned to deliver his final verdict. “You have three days to get your act together, and maybe, just maybe, if you don’t fuck this up, I’ll let you know where they dumped all your little friends to rot,” And with that, he shut the door behind him and left Helmut to pick up the pieces of his soul.

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The tale Zemo wove was a sad one (sans most of the details about Y/N. That was a story whose finer details he would take to his grave) and as he came to a close, the purple fabric between his fingers was a tether to reality. The coating was a bit old, thinner in places than it should have been, but it had remained steady and strong for over 20 years and he didn’t know the first place to start repairing it.

Y/N would have known, they’d been the one to do it in the first place after all, but they were long gone, not even a ghost anymore. Just a name and a face forgotten to time as all the other impoverished students were, buried in an unmarked grave in a place he never learned. It was all that remained of them. The only thing that proved they were ever there at all.

“You know the rest of the story,” he added firmly. “I married Heike, climbed the ranks of the military, had my son… and they were simply lost, an unwritten page in the history of a country that no longer exists,”

Suddenly, though, a deep voice cut in through the heavy air between them.

“Ciczheni,”

“Pardon?” Zemo asked softly, pouring himself a final tumbler of whiskey and stuffing the mask back in his pocket.

“We buried them in Ciczheni,”

He nearly dropped the bottle in his hand.

Bucky was quick to continue, voice low and eyes clouded with memory in a way that only the two of them would ever truly understand. “It’s a tiny town along the border to the Czech Republic. There’s a big open field there, or at least there was, marked with a flat grave marking it as a burial site. I don’t remember the name on it, some random pseudonym, but they’re all there, all 57 dead and buried in the ground under that rock,”

Helmut gave a stiff nod. “I see,” Then, in one long gulp, he downed the whole two fingers of whiskey straight and relished in the way it burned down his throat. When the glass was empty and set down safely on the counter again he was quick to school his expression as he turned away. “I’m afraid all that excitement has exhausted me for the day. Goodnight, gentlemen,”

He was gone down the hallway into his bedroom before the pair had a chance to say another word.

Ciczheni.

As he undressed, he smiled softly, letting a few errant tears drip down his cheeks.

They had been born and raised in that tiny farming town. Sometimes, when he had let himself listen in on their conversations with some of the other members of their small, tight group, they would talk about how much they wanted to return someday, once they’d made enough money to live on for a while if they supported themself by growing a small garden and maybe keeping some chickens. The thought, even then, had always made him smile. Just Y/N and a cottage and a chicken or two.

Sometimes, if he was especially indulgent, he would imagine himself there with them. Sharing a home.

Making a family.

His biological family, the one he had created with marriage and his own flesh and blood, was something different entirely. He had loved them. God, how he’d loved them. Still, it was never the same. He was never at peace. He was never home. There would always be a bitterness there, as bitter as the dark summer wine he’d drunk the night he’d turned 20, a resentment that came with the obligation of creating a place in his heart for them when there never should have been.

For Y/N, though...

He sighed, wrapping himself in his robe and slipping on a pair of fleece pajama pants before crawling between the sheets and laying flat on his back, eyes to the ceiling.

Things wouldn’t have been happy all the time. Hell, they probably wouldn’t have been happy even most of the time. Still, they would have been where they belonged, seated firmly at his side for the rest of their long, wonderful lives.

Ciczheni, he repeated in his mind, then the memorial for Novi Grad. It was a minor detour, adding barely 2 hours more to the whole trip when he had plenty more to spare.

Ciczheni, then Novi Grad, and then, finally, peace.

Beside him, he could feel the phantom limbs wrap around his body, resting their weight firmly on his chest where the guilt and shame and terror built by the day, and for the first time in almost a decade they were not Heike’s. Perhaps, if all went according to plan, they wouldn’t be phantom much longer.

Or, if not, he would wait. He would wait a billion years to disintegrate into stardust and spread across the cosmos in search of them.

Either way, when they were together again, he’d know.

They both would.

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a/n: I’m not crying, you’re crying.

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renova-writes · 4 years ago

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the silver shadow. part 5

summary: Fury interrogates you while Loki is thinking about what the two of you could be. Just in time, you get dragged in.

word count: 2,723

warnings: Violence, Fury being a jerk

tags: @daisy116 @shadowolf993

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a/n: I know Fury’s kind of a jerk. Also, Loki. You and him are DEFINITELY going to become friends. Just not this chapter. Also, notes and comments are appreciated as always and feel free to request a fic.

What’s Your Name?

"Y/N Y/L/N." A voice in the dark clucked. "I have been waiting for you for a long time.”

Wait… I'm not dead… Fuck… WHERE AM I… Who the fuck is this?...

Your eyes struggled to adjust to the light. From what you could make out, you were in a basement. The room was dark and made of concrete. Lit up by one single bulb hanging from the ceiling. In front of you was a metal table with a tray of medical instruments.

This can't be good… I need to get out of here…

You glanced down at your body. You had been strapped to a metal chair. Thick shackles bound your ankles and wrists to the arms and legs. They had also strapped in your upper arms, your hips, and there was a wide collar around your throat. They had also stripped you to just your nude underwear. The metal of everything was cold, and you were shivering.

"One might have assumed that you would be harder to capture, given your reputation," it said.

"Well, fuck that. There's a lot you don't know about me!" You called out in all directions. You strained your head to try and get a look around and find where the voice was coming from. The collar was digging into your throat and cutting off your breathing, so you had to stop.

"Oh, I know that. That's why you're here and not dead."

So they were going to kill you. They should have. You were never going to cooperate. Not with your capturers. You didn't even know who they were. SHIElD maybe. Or the CIA. Those were your best guesses. Or possibly the Russian mob. But that was a long shot. You had made it a point to stay on good terms with them. SHIELD and the CIA, not so much. If anyone had captured you, it would be one of the two. Possibly even them working together.

"You should've killed me then."

"But then the world would never get to know the story of Y/N. I bet it fascinates even you."

"Who are you?"

"I am Nicholas J. Fury, head of SHIELD." He stepped into your view. His leather suit and eyepatch intimidated you. He was making a point. He was in control. You were nothing. "SHIELD stands for Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division, we-"

"Fury. I know what fucking SHIELD is. You don't need to tell me. I'm not fucking stupid."

"I know that."

He was driving you insane! Your whole body might be bound, but your fingers weren't. You flashed your middle finger at him. Fury calmly walked over to you and slapped you across your cheek. You winced at the pain and grimaced as your skin burned from where his hand was sure to leave a mark.

"Since you know SHIELD so well then, you should be well aware of the fact that we get what we want. And we want all the information on you." He pointed at your chest as his words danced out of his mouth and rubbed salt on your cheek.

"We get what we want. Sure Nicky." you mocked. But deep down, you weren't sure. If you didn't give him what he wanted, you would definitely be in for a long ride. He was going to keep you alive long enough to get what he wanted.

"With that attitude, you aren't going to get anywhere." he warned, "Goodnight, Y/N."

He picked up a syringe filled with purple liquid. Your heart started hammering in your chest as he flicked the needle and walked over to you. He gave you a forced smile and stabbed the tip into your bicep, and walked back into the shadows.

It hurt way too much for a typical shot. You smirked as you realized that Fury made it hurt more because he disliked you. It dissipated off your face as icy-hot pain shot out through your heart and flowed through your bloodstream. Everything froze for an instant before you once again fell back into darkness.

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Loki was lying on the hard bed in his cell. For a prince, he was way too comfortable in prison. He lazily tossed up the orange they gave him with breakfast and caught it in his hand. Over and over again, that fruit was treated like a common tennis ball. Not the royal treatment that most fruits received, much like him.

Although Loki had lived for over a thousand years and had many exciting things to think about, there was one subject that claimed his attention. You. The information Wanda and Steve had given him about you was only enough to take his imagination so far. His subconscious mind was filling in the gaping holes he desired to fill in.

Y/N. He thought—such a beautiful name. I would never think of her as an assassin. That is much too refined a name for a criminal. It is much better suited for royalty.

From what he had gathered about you, you were dangerous. He was too. The fact that the Avengers were looking for you cemented in his belief that you, too, were similar. You must have a very high kill count to require such an army to defeat you. And like you, Loki had killed many men.

Together, we could be unstoppable. We could conquer and rule GALAXIES. I need to meet Y/N. And give her an offer she can't refuse.

Suddenly, the sound of the prison door slamming open awoke Loki from his daydream. The orange he had been tossing fell from the air and smashed on the ground, spilling its flesh and spraying sticky juice on the floor. The same soldiers that had shoved him on his journey from the train to his cell had found themselves new prey.

They dragged in you, a skinny woman who looked to be extremely out of it. Your face was completely relaxed, and you appeared to be somewhere between a peaceful night of sleep and death. Loki couldn't quite put his finger on it. But they would not bring a dead woman into the prison block. So he was sure you were alive.

Your body hung forward as your legs dragged behind. Y/H/C hair framed a nasty hand-shaped bruise on your face. In fact, upon closer inspection, your entire exposed body was covered in bruises and cuts of various stages of healing. It was a shame that Loki was imprisoned. He could have healed you in a second.

One of the soldiers from the back walked over to the cell next to Loki and opened the door. He placed the same yellow jumpsuit Loki was wearing on the bed and walked out. The soldiers threw you inside and slammed the door shut. After staring the now-standing Loki down, he marched his platoon out of the prison block, leaving only Loki and unconscious you locked up alone.

Loki walked over to the window separating the cells to inspect the new arrival. You were lying in a pile on the floor. You hadn't even noticed that you were now on the ground. Let alone in a prison cell next to the very man that had led to your capture.

Who is this? Loki thought. Is this Y/N? He chuckled. Probably not. She looks weak. One more punch, and she might just break. She is pretty tough. Whoever she is.

After observing and analyzing every inch of you, the God of Mischief felt satisfied and went back to lay on the bed once again. He wished that he had kept control over his reflexes as he no longer had an orange to pass the time with. Oh well, they would be giving him another orange tomorrow. It was always the same breakfast—a bowl of porridge, an orange, and a cup of coffee. Loki preferred tea.

Several hours passed in silence. Loki was still daydreaming about the force you would be on his side, but he couldn't get the woman in the cell over out of his mind. Just as he glanced over at you, you were beginning to stir…

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The second time waking up was more relaxing than the first. Your veins that had felt like they had frozen were now beginning to thaw. Whatever Fury had jabbed into your body had tensed it all up. The sensation of your muscles calming down actually felt good. It took what anxiety would be there with waking up in another prison cell away.

As your body woke up gently, your eyes had never been more confused. Rainbows of colors danced around your mind. You couldn't be sure what was real and what your mind was conjuring up. It was almost like he had injected you with LSD. But slowly, the drug's effects began to wear off. Almost pixel by pixel, your surroundings came into focus. You were in a glass prison cell. You could see that the block was empty except for your neighbor napping on his bed.

Although the cell was small, it wasn't tiny. You grabbed onto the side of the bed and tried to lift yourself up. Your legs felt like jello, and every movement caused your muscles to protest. After hoisting your body up nearly to standing, your legs shook, and you gave up. You fell back down into a puddle on the floor.

What the fuck was in that syringe?

Only you didn't think it. You must have said it out loud as the prisoner in the cell next to you rose from his bed and turned to face you.

"I wouldn't rush things. SHIELD's drugs have been known to be quite powerful. They have knocked out beasts ten times your strength." he said. He had what sounded like a British accent. Only it was softer and more breathy. Almost sexy. You wouldn't mind a voice like that in bed. Except that voice was not what you needed right now.

"And what would you know about that. Fury fucking drugged me!"

"I am only trying to help. I, too, have been subjected to Fury's methods. He is horrible. I suppose to others, he is not as bad. But those in our positions are not exactly treated with respect, are they?"

"Shut up," you snapped, "I don't need someone talking to me right now."

"As expected. I will give you some time. But we will be getting to know each other. After all, I have a feeling you are someone that I want to know. And that doesn't happen very often." the man said while leaning forward. His pale face shone in the dimly lit prison.

You didn't even know the man's name. But his words did speak truth to you as well. Something about him made you want to get to know him. And what was even stranger was that it was the same attraction you felt on the train. Something was pulling you to him, and you didn't know what. That was going to change.

Except it couldn't. You couldn't be wasting your time on the mystery attraction. That was what had gotten you into this predicament. You were in SHIELD's prison because you had been stupid enough to let your curiosity get the better of you.

And for the last time… I need to break out of here… As soon as possible…

For every moment that passed in here, you would break more and more. The longer you were locked up here, the colder and less like yourself you would become. The heart you had struggled so much to maintain would crumble until there was nothing left but the monster you had tried so hard not to become. You were not meant to be locked up.

"Are you feeling better?" The man asked after a while. You had managed to peel yourself off the floor and stand up. Like a newborn calf, you stumbled across the cell and back to make sure that your legs still worked. They did. Once you managed to get them back to feeling normal, you sat down on the bed. That's when the man had seized his opportunity. "You seem like you're back to normal. Although you might want to put on some clothes."

You were so focused on the drugs and the attraction and breaking out that you had failed to remember that you were still in your underwear. Hurriedly, you found the jumpsuit provided and started to put it on.

"I personally think that you look much better in what you're wearing right now than how you would look in that jumpsuit. Believe it or not, I actually am much more attractive in the clothing of my choice compared to this hideous garment."

"I'm sure you do," you smirked. He was right. It was ugly—the shade of yellow suited no one, but you put it on anyway.

"What's your name?" he asked once you were dressed.

"Y/N Y/L/N. What's yours?"

Y/N? The Y/N? Loki couldn't believe it. He was sure that you would have looked different. But there you were. Sitting right in front of him. He couldn't believe his luck.

"My name is Loki. Prince of Asgard. Rightful King of Jotunheim. And unfortunately, now, SHIELD prisoner 945347295723. I'm sure you've heard all about me. I, however, know nothing about you. Let's start with why you're here. Is it true you were trying to break me off of the train two days ago? Why?"

Loki. The Loki? He attacked New York City. Wasn't he a psychopath? But sitting in front of you, he definitely didn't seem like one. He was so forceful but not crazy. The idea that you were trying to break him out of prison definitely was crazy. You worked for no one. No alliances. Why would you ever try to break someone like him out of jail? And risk everything? Hell no.

"Yes, I am here because I was on the train. But no, I was not trying to break you out. Why would I risk everything I had built on you?"

"Ooooo. That stings." Loki laughed. "You're right. Why should you sacrifice yourself to me? In that way anyway."

You rolled your eyes. "What about you? Why are you here?"

"Y/N!" he exclaimed, "I thought you were smarter than that!"

"Sure thing Loki. I'm only trying to talk. I know why you're here; the whole world knows. And that's why I am better than you. No one knows why I'm here."

"Besides all of SHIELD, the Avengers, and the UN. But sure. You managed to stay low while at the same time staying a force to be reckoned with. I want to know how."

"But you don't get to!" you half yelled. Why did everyone want to know you? You had felt your anger building up for a while now. Loki was just the latest person to get on your nerves. And since he was the easiest person to direct your anger out, he would be getting the worst of it.

"What are the two of you talking about?" Another man said as he walked into the prison. He was blonde and blue-eyed, wearing the stars and stripes.

"Ah, Captain America," Loki smirked. "Come to dig up dirt on Y/N here? Heaven knows she has a lot."

You rolled your eyes at him again.

"Sure, Loki. I'm just here to escort Y/N to have a little chat. That's all."

And a 'little chat' is always so much fun… Too bad I'm never going to make it…

Captain America opened your cell door. "Don't even think about escaping Y/N. Do you see the shock collar around your neck?"

Fuck… The collar… Nevermind then… Another time…

You were going to have to work around the collars to escape. Because you just realized you had one on, submitted to Steve's transfer and let him put handcuffs on and guide you out of the cell. To your surprise, when he walked you through the prison door and into the hallway, he called back to Loki, "Natasha and Clint are going to be back for you!"

You glanced back at Loki to see his smirk before Steve nudged you out of view. You were going to be in for a wild ride.

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punkranger · 3 years ago

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how about 🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version? for your steps?

ok this got a bit long and rambly so putting most of it under cut xD thank you for asking!

Antoine

oh boy antoine.. he’s definitely changed a lot, both in personality and design-wise. Now i can’t find those old sketches but here’s a quick sketch of what i can remember:

First, physically he was a lot thinner, when I played through the first time i picked tactician but after that i changed to fighter and decided he should then have muscles lol. I think at this point i also decided to make him shorter, i think i’d started out thinking he’d be around ortega’s height but i decided to change that partly because of step being described as shorter and also because i was trying to come up with reasons for why he was wearing (impractical) platform shoes, which he did even then. As for his outfit in general he was a lot more goth-leaning, i think i started drawing him in just plain black, then i decided to add some more details because i wanted to, also a lot fancier, closer to nic’s style really which is funny. Hair didn’t change much, aside from becoming purple which was sort of a happy accident of me using dark purple when painting in watercolours and it turned out a bit lighter than i’d thought it would.

Personality wise he’s changed to match his looks, or the other way around - yes that’s probably it. He was a lot more serious to start with and A Lot more careful - he didn’t even go to the hospital after the fight because i thought it was a stupid risk xD i’d never played an IF like this before so i assumed you’d be punished immediately for making the wrong choice. After learning that that was not the case, antoine became my guinea pig and that’s basically how he became the reckless idiot he is today!

Nicholas

Aside from having started with short hair his looks have not changed much. What’s changed most are his personality and gender. I was talking about nic with a friend and at the time there was a lot of stuff i didn’t think felt right about them so it started out with them becoming agender and then came a lot of personality changes. Like they started out a lot more serious as well, cuz i was like “this time i will make a step that makes smart choices” and then i thought it would be funny to have him be in love with ortega and also have her be his nemesis and then it snowballed from there, because that’s just not a good combo for making smart choices and well getting stabbed while monologuing just doesn’t give off suave villain-vibes so they turned into this obsessive but kind of neurotic and silly person who just can’t stop thinking about ortega xD just that whole comic with the pirate who sleeps with the portrait of his nemesis vibes.

Rene

Rene hasn’t changed much from how she started, maybe she’s just more anxious if that’s possible. I was once again trying to make a careful step and this time it got a bit out of hand to the point where she can barely talk to mortum as her puppet even if i was going to try to romance them, so yeah, blue step all the way. she’s definitely the least developed of my steps, partly because she’s technically the newest character but i also just don’t vibe with playing a bluestep it’s just not as interesting and honestly playing rene just makes me sad because she’s so lonely

Densil

Densil is as i’ve said before a character that i imported from dragon age and even then he was my bastard character. basically i wanted to try again what i’d tried to do with nic and it’s worked, he’s definitely still a ruthless bastard while not being too daring. Biggest difference here is probably gender, although in-game he hasn’t quite figured it out himself yet and it’s definitely the cause of some of the bad feelings he’s got (but definitely a minor part). Idk it’s hard to tell what’s actually changed because densil as a character has always been very adaptable, while still having a fixed goal and sort of a fixed mindset. Like he’ll take any measures to get the results he wants, but this means he has to do things that are in a way out of character (like acting nice lol) and well even if it’s acting if you do it enough it can sort of rub off on you. The opposite is also true, if you’re acting you will eventually have to stop and think about who you really are which is how i’m approaching densil’s gender thoughts - they’re still acting but it’s starting to chafe and maybe they will have to try some things, making his puppet female was one way to explore that.

#fallen hero #sidestep #antoine duman #nicholas dale #rene dawn #densil argent #asks

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missmitchieg · 3 years ago

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The Rainbow Brigade Goes To Pride

Julie giggled into the microphone as she watched her best friends jump and dance along to their song, draping an arm around her boyfriend's shoulder as they belted the outro and Bright ended.

"Yes! That was amazing!" Flynn grinned, always the one to hype up their best friend.

"But was it 'performing at a cafe' amazing, or 'performing at tomorrow's Pride parade' amazing?" Julie asked, and Luke rolled his eyes fondly and reached up to tuck a curl behind Julie's ear.

"Definitely 'Pride parade' amazing, estrella." He promised her and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Julie blushed and scrunched her nose as Alex, Reggie, Bobby, Willie, Nick, Carrie and the Dirty Candy crew immediately agreed.

"I'm a much harsher judge than your darling Luke, and I can confirm it was flawless." Carrie assured Julie with a grin.

Julie chuckled fondly and shook her head, rolling her eyes. "If you all insist."

"We do. Now," Willie clapped their hands, clasping them together. "I request to hear Now Or Never."

"Ooh, I second the request!" Carrie nodded.

"Third!"

"Fourth!"

"Your wish is our command." Luke smiled and Alex counted to start the song, everyone smiling as Ray walked in with a snack and water tray.

"Hey, kids."

"Hi, Mr. Molina!"

"Hi, papa!"

Ray grinned as he walked through the door in time to catch a song and leaned against the wall, lip syncing along.

Julie and the boys rehearsed the song and stopped for a water break, chatting about how excited they all were to be performing at something as big as a Pride parade. It was a pretty damn huge thing for everyone.

No one slept that night, too wired to even think about it.

Julie grinned as she looked up and turned off her phone alarm, running to open Carlos and her parents' bedroom doors. "Happy Pride!" She grinned as she ran back to her room and opened her laptop to Zoom. Soon, she had Flynn, Willie, Nick, Carrie, her girls, and her boys on screen as she ran to grab her hair products. "Hey, my people!"

"Hey, superstar! Boys. Rapunzel. Blond Troy Bolton. Twilight Sparkle. Biliam. Flynnigan. Candy Stripers." Luke grinned and blew a kiss, in the middle of changing into his POISON t shirt.

"Hey, Julianna! Lucas. Alexander. Robert. William. Nicholas. Caroline. Flynnie. Crew." Reggie grinned as he combed his hair and waved.

"Hi, Julie! Ladies. Love of my life. Boys. Willie-boo." Carrie grinned as she brushed her wig out to re-curl it later.

"Hey, Jules! Sweets. Gigi. Lexi. Lulu. Chaos crew." Bobby winked as he sprayed on deodorant.

"Hi, Julie! Candy canes. Boys. Partners in crime." Flynn smiled, braiding pink, white and orange ribbon into their hair.

"Hello, Julie. Luke. Reginald. Bobbles. Flynn-tastic. Care-bear. Nicky. Honeybunch. Candy fruits." Alex smiled before downing a glass of orange juice.

"Hey, Julie! Hot dog. PeterPatter. Chaos siblings. Sweethearts." Willie waved, braiding rainbow ribbons into his hair.

"Julie. Ladies. Boys. Enby buds." Nick waved, combing his hair.

"Julie. Ladies. Men. Non-binary friends." Kayla blew a kiss, popping a gummy vitamin in her mouth.

"Hi, Julie! Candy crew. Chaos children." Halle grinned, brushing the bangs of her wig.

"Hey, my darlings!" Sofia grinned, waving as she nibbled on her toast.

"Hi, gayngels!" Kyra giggled, flipping her pancakes.

"How are the members of The Rainbow Brigade on this fine day, my loves?" Julie asked as she combed her curls. She laughed as everyone started to answer the question at the same time, resuming her hair combing.

"All good here, Julie." Flynn answered once she stopped giggling.

"Here as well." Willie gave a thumbs up.

"Almost perfect but I'm all out of eyeliner." Reggie pouted.

"Oh, no! You can use mine, then." Julie promised.

"Sweet! Thanks, Jules." Reggie grinned gratefully.

"About as good as it's gonna get in the Patterson household." Luke shrugged. "Sparkle, Bobble?"

"All is well in the Wilson mansion, loves." Carrie grinned, looking up when she heard a knock on the door. "Yeah, daddy?" She asked once she opened it.

"Hi, baby. Hi, kids!" Trevor grinned and waved.

"Hi, Mr. Wilson!" Julie called and everyone else followed.

"So remind me of the carpooling situation?"

"Oh, we're gonna pick up my girls and Luke, Alex, and Reggie since their parents still dislike Luke and Bobby for 'corrupting their babies' and Nick only has room in his car to pick up Flynn and Willie and we're all going to Julie's to get ready together."

"Oh, ok. I'm gonna go pack all our bags with snacks and water, then. Breakfast is almost ready downstairs." Trevor smiled, walking out with a peace sign.

"Thanks for the ride, by the way." Reggie smiled.

"Hey, anything for my Gigi." Bobby promised.

Julie giggled, bringing her laptop downstairs to the kitchen where everyone was eating breakfast. "Hey, Carlos. Mom, dad! Say hey to the rainbow brigade!"

"Hey, brigade!"

"Hey, mijos, mijas." Ray grinned.

"Hey, babies!" Rose blew a quick kiss.

"Hi, Carlos! Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Molina! Looking good as always!"

"Thank you, Carrie. Julie, do you want some eggs? They're scrambled."

"Ooh, yes please." Julie nodded and then a plate of eggs, toast and pancakes appeared in front of her. "Gracias, mama."

"Mind saving some eggs for me, amor?"

"Always, cariño."

Luke smiled appreciatively and blushed. "I love you."

Julie smiled, scrunching her nose. "I love you, too."

"Hey, hey. Keep your nauseating adorable-ness to your private Skype sessions." Reggie pretended to gag.

Carrie scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Like you and my brother don't act the same way." She pointed out.

"So do you and Flynn!" Willie accused.

"Willie, so do you and Lexi!" Flynn laughed.

"I would like to point out that so do Halle and Sofia." Nick chimed in.

"True." Kayla nodded in agreement.

"OK, anyone coming over for dinner tonight, niños? I'm making my famous pastelon!" Rose piped up as she appeared next to Julie and wrapped an arm around her, the both of them laughing.

Flynn raised a hand immediately. "Ooh, I'm in! Mom said she's gonna try another duck recipe and my stomach can't take that."

"Me, too!" Alex nodded.

"Noted." Julie nodded.

"Bobins, Care-bear, can I go to your place tonight? I'm not feeling up to week-old left overs." Reggie asked.

Bobby opened his door and poked his head out. "Dad, can Reggie come for dinner tonight? ...OK!" He closed the door with a smile. "Yup."

The group laughed as they chatted and ate their breakfasts, moving their conversation to the group chat as the others made their ways to the Molina household. The groups piled out of their cars and headed inside, greeting Julie and her family with tight hugs.

"Hey, my love." Luke said in a gentle voice and pressed a kiss to her forehead, making Julie blush and scrunch her nose.

"Hi, Lucas." Julie said softly and kissed his lips, giggling against him when she heard fake gags from Alex and Reggie. "Hi, Lexi-love. Reggie boo." She said as she wrapped her arms around them, taking their bags of clothes.

"Here's your eggs, mijo."

Luke grinned as Ray presented him a plate of eggs and some waffles as a treat. "Thank you." He nodded and started eating, leaning against a wall.

"Do I see new earrings, Mrs. Molina?" Carrie asked with a grin.

"Uh-huh. You like them?" Rose grinned, showing off her turquoise earrings.

"Love! They're so pretty!" Carrie nodded.

Julie smiled as she looked around and watched her family and her found family get along so well, joking and laughing with each other. She leaned her head onto Flynn's shoulder, her smile growing when Flynn wrapped an arm around her. "Having a good time, Flynnie?"

"Absolute blast."

After Luke finished his eggs, the group stampeded upstairs and formed a line to the bathroom to change into their Pride outfits. One by one, the brigade stepped in and out in new outfits and walked to the garage to have more room to start doing their make up.

Julie hummed as she and Reggie did their eyeliner next to each other, half listening to the boys talking about how cool it was that they were singing certain songs together for the first time.

"Sunset Curve's fans are gonna get to hear our oldest hits belted out by a little wrecking ball of talent, boys! It's only the single most exciting and awesome thing that can possibly happen!" Luke bragged in excitement, huffing as he was held down in his chair and Flynn and Carrie were glittering up his face.

"I know! Dude, it's so cool!" Alex nodded, glittering up his own face. "And it's even better that it's a- Kayla, your left wing's bigger." He interrupted himself to point to Kayla's make up. "A Pride parade!"

"Oh, shoot. Thanks, Lexi." Kayla smiled and proceeded to fix it with concealer.

"And you're totally gonna come out of this with new fans, too! Think of all the people that are gonna film it for YouTube and so many people are going to watch!" Willie gushed.

"I know!" Bobby nodded and pressed a kiss to Reggie's cheek, applying black eye shadow to his eyes.

"And imagine how much Dirty Candy are gonna love watching you all sing at Pride, too!" Julie grinned. "Maybe then they'll get the whole sparkly rainbow costumes thing."

"Oh, yeah!" The group laughed as they finished glittering up and fixing wigs, and piled into their cars to go to the parade.

Dirty Candy performed a few of their favorite self love songs to the crowd and gave a few speeches about self love, acceptance and Pride to the crowd, getting the response of cheers and pride flags thrown their ways. The girls individually thanked the crowd, and Carrie glanced off stage toward Sunset Curve before announcing the next artist. "And now, a group that always has been and always will be very special to me and my girls, and not just because they're our best friends... Sunset Curve!"

The crowd erupted in screams as the girls stepped off to let the band take the stage, and Luke smiled at them, giving a playful wink to a few boys and girls in the front holding bi and pan pride flags.

"Hi, everybody! Happy Pride month!" Julie greeted, her pink, purple and blue dress sparkling in the sunlight. "How about our girls, Dirty Candy, huh?" She chuckled as the crowd screamed in agreement and glanced at Bobby, who just smiled.

"The pink one is my sister."

"And they are too powerful together." Luke joked.

"They're so much to handle." Reggie complained with a smile.

"You say that like you and Julie aren't a lot." Alex deadpanned.

Julie laughed and shook her head. "Ok, ok. Enough joking. So our first song of the day is called Edge Of Great." She announced, and the crowd screamed and started to throw flags as she sang the intro. As the boys joined in the chorus, Julie hopped and ran around, laughing and joking with the boys.

Reggie and Bobby laughed as Julie hopped around them and draped bi and ace flags around their necks.

Julie giggled and bopped their noses, skipping off to share the mic with Luke. She kissed him at the end of the song and smiled when the crowd started chanting their ship name, leaning her head on his neck. "Yeah, yeah. We get it. We're cute." She joked and Luke cackled.

"You are pretty cute." Alex agreed with a shrug.

Julie snickered and blew a kiss to Alex who threw one back and sighed, giving Luke another kiss on the cheek before launching into a speech about pride featuring comments here and there from the boys. "Boys, what do you say to Stand Tall?" She asked.

"I say yes."

"Definitely."

"Absolutely."

"Obviously."

"Well, that's a unanimous yes!" Julie announced and headed to the piano to play the song. She smiled as she played one of her favorite songs, skipping her way toward Alex as his solo came up. She draped a rainbow flag over his shoulders like a cape and kissed his cheek.

Alex whispered a quick "Love you, Julie." in her ear and she whispered "I love you." back, tapping his cheek before the group nailed the high note.

They sang the final chorus and this time it was Luke who kicked off a speech about doing what makes you happy, with Julie making a comment about Alex dating Willie even with his staunch Christian parents.

"Willie's actually here today. He's right over there." Julie pointed a thumb in the direction of Willie who blew a kiss at Alex. "Alex's parents aren't great, but Willie's grandparents are pretty cool." She chuckled.

"And that's Julie's best friend and Carrie's girlfriend, Flynn is right next to him." Reggie piped up. "Hey, Flynn."

Julie beamed as she walked toward Bobby and put an arm around him. "So this is a song is one that my boys wrote together, before I came into the picture, that they have so graciously transposed into my key so we can all sing it together-"

"Because we love you!" Bobby interrupted.

"And your voice is incredible!" Alex yelled.

"And we wanted to include you!" Luke insisted.

"Yeah, what they said. Love you, Julie." Reggie grinned.

"I love you, too." Julie grinned, looking back at her boys. "So that we can sing it together because of what it means to all of us. It's all about being free and being yourself. It's about having pride in who you are. It's called Finally Free."

The crowd erupted in cheers as Julie started to sing, leaning her head on Bobby's shoulder. She looked up as they hit the chorus and sprinted toward Luke, singing to him as Reggie shared Bobby's mic.

They sang through a few more Sunset Curve songs, the crowd screaming along to every one of them with speeches thrown in between a few songs, before it was nearly time to go. "Our last song of the day-" Julie cut herself off to giggle as the crowd awww'd and booed at her words, shaking her head. "I know! I know! We're sad about it, too." She joked and pouted. "Our last song is very special to me and my boys. It's about going for what you want, dreaming your dreams, and living. Like. It's Now Or Never."

Boos turned into cheers as the band started to play the song and Luke and Julie sang the opening lyrics together, the both of them looking up when they felt raindrops. They looked at each other with twin smirks and nodded, kicking and jumping into the puddles.

Julie giggled as she kicked a puddle in Reggie's direction and he laughed and kicked it back at her, neither of them caring about their make up or body glitter anymore.

Alex laughed through singing his harmonies with the boys, the rainwater bouncing off his drums with every hit.

Bobby and Reggie were once again sharing a microphone as they kicked puddles in Alex's direction and shook the water from their hair, glitter falling away with the water drops.

Luke laughed as he ran toward Alex's drums set and jumped onto the drum platform, wagging his tongue at his best friend.

Julie giggled as she hopped in a puddle and belted out her new solo of a second pre-chorus, bouncing her way toward Bobby while Reggie and Luke ran toward Alex.

Bobby chuckled as he and Julie did their new dance, specially choreographed just for them to do during Alex and Reggie's solos in Now Or Never: Hop twice, left step back, right step back, right step forward, hop once, high five.

Julie whooped as Reggie shouted the lyric about singing in the rain, and held her microphone out to the crowd to sing with her, holding up a fist as everyone screamed the final chorus. She sang the final line in harmony with the boys and the crowd cheered as they waved and took each other's hands, running off stage. She ran straight into the arms of her family, mentally placing this day up high in The Top Ten Best Days Of Her Life.

#julie and the phantoms #julie molina #alex molina #reggie molina #bobby wilson #luke patterson #Willie #Flynn #sunset curve #carrie wilson #kayla evans mckessie #kyra leroux #sofia khachi #halle gall #dirty candy #jatp fanfic

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sanstropfremir · 4 years ago

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episode 9 baby!!! dear lord that was a lot!!

frankly, i'm still in shock that i full on manifested an opera stage, AND it was a rock opera stage at that! plus i got a jazz stage AND a taemin stage??? if they’re pulling out all my favourites now then what on earth are they gonna do in the finale??? this was a very overwhelming crop of stages, i thought i was going to be prepared, but oh no i was not prepared. i'm just going to get right into it because this one is gonna be long and i have many words. i'll discuss in airing order first, and then put my personal rankings for this round at the end.

btob

costume

changsub, you absolute king. spectacular. stunning. incredible. zoot suit riot playing in my brain on repeat. will i finally get the zoot suit revival of my fucking dreams instead of this current drab ill-fitting suit trend? for those who are wondering why in the fuck changsub is dressed like that and what on earth i’m talking about, the specific cut of suit that he’s wearing is called a zoot suit, which were popular in mexican, black and italian american communities in the 30s and 40s, until they were outlawed by the united states war production board as a fabric rationing method as part of the war effort in 1942. there was a huge amount of mob violence surrrounding the wearing of them (there were actual zoot suit riots) as they were direct counter culture fashion to the predominant drab trends of white americans at the time. i'm actually very impressed they got a proper (modernized) cut of zoot suit instead of just putting him in an oversized one; there are actually specific structural differences. the pegged trouser legs, large should pads, and knee length single breasted jacket are key features, and they were often in much more flashy fabrics than a pinstripe, but they get points for effort. i wish they had put all of them in zoot suits but he’s playing the ‘lead’ actor so i will begrudgingly forgive them.

eunkwang those are the stupidest sleeve garters ive ever seen i love them never take them off. they’re like someone decided to repurpose a suspender in the worst way. excellent. i do love that they’ve got three of them in oxford saddle shoes, another great touch.

love the three piece and the fedora* on peniel. it's also in a relatively close period cut; waistcoasts (vests) were generally cut much higher in the neck pre-war, we only start seeing the neckline slide down in the 60s (i think? i don’t remember when exactly). also love to see a proper sleeve and jacket length, it's good practice to have at least a finger’s width of sleeve cuff visible ahead of the jacket sleeve when hanging at rest. also looks like there’s french cuffs on everyone, which is also great.

minhyuk in his slutty lowneck shirt....thank you. in addition to the zoot suit revival i would also like a revival of those ultra low necklines on mens’ shirts from like 2010-2011. i don’t think those are the same boots from the backdoor stage but those are some beautifully cut boots. i also loved the little details of his crewmember look, especially the chunky watch and the string bracelets; those are super realistic, i know so many crew with them and i had several for many years. and who doesn’t love a visible button fly?

none of any of the other costumes are period in any way shape or form but i’m forgiving it because there’s several layers of meta in this stage, and they explicitly based it on la la land, even though we don’t respect la la land in this house. do i wish they had gone more strictly period with at least the jazz club ‘actors’ a little more? absolutely, but i'm not mad about it.

set

again we’ve got a good delineation of the two different ‘stages,’ there’s the club itself in the smaller stage and the soundstage set in the larger space. you can pretty clearly see all the ‘pieces’ of the set on the soundstage, especially the obvious set painting techniques on false prosc frame and the window facade from that first little scene. also the you can see the castors (wheels) on all the setpieces too, which is another nice little versimilitudinous** (triple word score!) touch, as old hollywood movies were made still using theatre stagecraft techniques.

i love how the visual shorthand for ‘this is a set wink wonk’ is just...leaving a ladder on stage. i see it all the time and it's so funny. it doesn’t always make sense because as soon as there’s actors on set the ladders are the first thing cleared because actors cannot be trusted, but yes there are always ladders, so. also psa ladder safety is no joke, please be careful on ladders.

nice streamline of the mnet deco into the club. i’m consistently surprised at how well the designers have been able to mask it or use it to their advantage, because in the normal kingdom stage lighting it is SO obvious and stylistic that it always sticks out.

i'm going to ignore the fact that they implied changsub and miyeon were drinking wine out of martini glasses.

lighting

no complaints, it does its job. everything is visible and super clear. love that the ‘scene’ changes are made through the lighting, it's a really simple and effective device to change atmosphere. purple/blue/amber are the most flattering colours on human skin and that’s why you see it so commonly in stage lighting. also blue/lavendar is the best way to show nighttime/moonlight.

really nice and subtle projection work, especially with the billboard bit and the blue moon sign in the club. despite being obviously meta/’world breaking’ it’s actually very seamless and fits well into the flow of the stage.

sound

i love love love the big band feel in the intro, combined with the piano lead. very duke ellington, as all things should be.

no complaints. i love big band. i love eunkwang’s voice. i have nothing else to say.

staging

i LOVE this movie within a movie within a performance meta nonsense! it's such a fun concept and it is exactly what i wanted ikon’s first round stage to be! i also love to see btob consistently coming up with concepts that are inventive and fun and allow them to showcase their technical performance skills without the aerobics the younger groups are putting themselves through. it provides a really lovely variety and it just goes to show that you can make impressive, dramatic stages without having to be serious or ‘dark.’

i do wish they had leaned into the band director/lead singer with eunkwang a bit more; this could have been a really excellent place for a tap number a la the nicholas brothers or an homage to cab calloway. i know i know this was meant to be la la land themed but la la land is a cheap and whitewashed version of jazz and look me right in the eyes and tell me this isn’t the greatest tap routine of all time. i know i’ve typed this out somewhere before but la la land is just a conglomeration of old hollywood tropes and so stylistically cheap that this would have such a better visual core if they had actually looked back at the real old hollywood musicals like stormy weather. even singing in the rain and an american in paris have such phenomenal visuals and are really beautiful examples of the scope you can pull off with a limited technical capacity and sticking to these old techniques.

now that i'm thinking about it, oh my GOD i would DIE for a lindy hop routine in kpop PLEASE. i know it would never happen because kpop doesn’t like partner dancing and not a single kpop boy has the chops but oh you think fourth gen has too many acrobatics?

this got off track but i think you see my point.

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ateez

costume

these are really sharply cut suits. and the detail work on the beading??? so beautiful. i'm disappointed that they gave me a rock opera stage without the true ridiculousness of rock opera costuming, because they could have pushed this a lot farther if they really wanted. a tragic lack of gay little outfits, seonghwa’s lace choker is just not enough! two favourite suits: hongjoong’s and yunho’s.

that being said i do actually really like these. this stage is actually very modern opera with a kpop twist and i'm a little surprised by that? i continue to be impressed by the ateez team who are clearly doing their research.

i'm absolutely not going back through their stages to check all the choreography but i wonder if you can track all the ‘wound’ placements to places they’ve been ‘hit.’ i wouldn’t put it past them to have put that thought in but also i’m not expecting that much either.

who is this white grim reaper bdsm executioner chain arm man. where did he come from. i have no idea and i love it.

why is honjoong blindfolded. it was such a fast beat, if youre gonna blindfold someone give it a little longer and some more obvious narrative weight!

seonghwa does that quickchange, runs across that massive stage to the smaller set, and gets into places in like 45 seconds. it's not the hardest quickchange in the world but still, under a minute is fast for any quickchange, especially when there’s travel time involved. i think the fastest, most complex quickchange i ever did was in university which was a 50s cocktail dress into a flannel and culottes with a shoe, hair, and jewelry change in 35 seconds. and that took three dressers. quickchanges are always impressive. the added bonus of this review being later is that i can specifically reference that you can see him book it the fuck off stage in the full cam!

cute moment with the backup dancers dressed in costumes from the previous stages. i'm assuming this is a time travel reference? i'll get more into my thoughts on this in the staging section. regardless, love to see that iconic seonghwa moment again.

set

this is such a restricted space! they really pared down their dancing space with those staircases and ....arms? honestly i have NO clue what these are supposed to be. the only thing i can maybe think of is flying buttresses??? but why?? i mean, i'm 90% sure theyre just there for drama and i agree but i do still have questions.

there’s a lot of moving parts in this set? the buttresses, and the upstage centre staircase. i don’t think the staircase is totally automated because i spotted some dancers securing it in place, but it’s still a moving part. i do really like that we get that expanding upwards energy, because it's really tough to get functional level movement in this kind of a performance, mostly because of its length and because it moves so quickly. so seeing the downward vertical movement and then the upward movement was actually a really nice visual contrast that made use of how tall those fucking ceilings are, and the fact that they had less horizontal space. in sort of similar way to sf9’s jealousy stage, using long, narrow vertical lines really makes it feel like a castle space. the interiors of castles, especially the really old ones, are a lot smaller than you think they would be.

i’ve actually seen that type of small house/tent/thing several times in various types of performances before, but i think this is the first time i’ve seen it used as a time travel device (other than in the say my name mv). aesthetically it's a bit incongruent but i dont really mind because i'm used to watching rock operas that look a lot weirder than this.

lighting

there is so much happening. i have NO clue what the projections are doing. i dont hate it though, so that’s a plus? there’s a clear-ish colour arc even if it does get a bit funky in the middle, which is why the projections dont feel as insanely distracting as some of the other stages we’ve seen.

the climax is a perfect example of how to light a busy stage with primarily red but still maintain clarity on the performers. a little bit of red goes a long way; the spark stage from last week would have looked so much better if they had done what the ateez designers did here.

sound

i know it's only ode to joy, but answer already gets my motor running and then i get so gassed by the guitars and then by the time those vocals come in i'm inconsolable. i don’t know why i wasn’t expecting a rock opera stage but i'm so glad i got that surprise because i genuinely love rock operas so much. it's two of the most dramatic genres in music, what more could you possibly want?

staging

the choreo for answer is so goofy that I'm kinda glad this was mostly terrible mnet boom shots. i love it, but you can't deny that it's goofy. i spotted a couple of moves from their other choreos as well?

choreographing dance fights is just as difficult as choreographing real fights and i think they did a fairly good job here. i think it was a solid mix of dance and conflict that erred on the side of dramatic rather than accurate and i prefer that over trying to be ‘realistic.’ i’ve only ever seen one truly realistic fight scene on stage and that was for a deeply naturalist play (boring and a waste of the medium), but the best fight scene i’ve ever seen was in the prague national ballet’s adaptation of kafka’s the trial where three ballet dancers beat the absolute snot out of the main character with the most beautiful leg extensions. that whole show was probably one of the best pieces of dance i’ve ever seen, holy fuck it was so good.

despite how insane the music and the visuals were going, i actually really liked how sedate this was, on the part of ateez’s performance. there was a really sophisticated and resigned energy from them that is very different from what we’ve previously seen and i think that was a pretty admirable risk to take. reaching the top and then throwing away the crown? especially in a competition where every other stage has involved stealing crowns or royalty and there’s a group competing that got here through that very concept? that shows a real maturity, peace of mind, and foresight that i did not at all expect from a bunch of 22 year olds.

here we come to a very interesting comparison. both ateez and tbz are very heavily leaning on previously established group lore. we all know my thoughts on why it isn’t working for tbz, but here’s why i think it is working for ateez: it's because it doesn’t matter to the audience’s understanding of the stage. i had absolutely no fucking clue what was going on the first time i watched this, but that didn’t stop me from enjoying the music and all the weird shit they were doing. i totally believed that they understood what was going on. there’s a loose enough established conflict right at the beginning that draws us in, and really it doesn’t matter who they're fighting because they win in the end. the key here is that they’re so earnest. they believe 100% in every move they make on that stage. there’s no winks to camera, there’s not a drop of irony. they really deeply care about the ridiculousness of it all and that’s what makes it work. i sure as fuck dont know what’s going on, but i can see that they do, and i trust that. this is what i meant when i talked about convincing the audience you belong on stage in my stage presence post. i’ve never once believed that juyeon was anything other than an idol. he’s talented and very beautiful and he may occasionally stand on that stage like he owns it but it's always as juyeon. as an idol. but when hongjoong flaps around in that gigantic fur coat i 100% believe he’s a pirate captain. I believe he’s a punk rebel leader. i believe him a resigned king. there’s always a level of irony you have to fight as a performer because we all start from a place of disbelief. acting is not just lying to the audience, it's lying to yourself too. and if you succeed in convincing yourself? well, you’re already halfway to convincing us.

i checked it out because i wanted to see if they did the blindfold how i expected them to and was genuinely surprised by hongjoong’s fancam. the boy is EMOTING even when he knew the camera wasn’t on him; that’s a real dedication to craft.

ok i'm finished talking about this stage, this is over two pages in my document, there’s so many things i have not covered here but that’s fine, i'm quite sure any further thoughts will end up out there at some point.

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sf9

costume

let’s get it out of the way......crop top. crop top? crop top. crop top.

ok, besides the crop top, i think i might actually like the backup dancer outfits more...? i find mannequin adjacent looks really fascinating and i thought there was a lot more they could have done here in connecting the two thematically. i actually think a change of costume on the boys would have been very interesting, especially because there was a lot of inference and direct reference to changes of colour.

ALL the backup dancers are wearing the same wig and i LOVE that.

special mention zuho’s.....jacket? the right idea but it absolutely should have been one of those extreme french cut bodysuits, you COWARDS. don’t come at me with this ‘male version of venus’ if you don’t have your whole torso out! come on!

set

not sure if this is meant to be a department store, a factory, or a white cube gallery. honestly you could make the case that they’re all the same place anyways. more on this later.

i loved the movator and wish they had used it more! that sequence was so good and they could have done some more interesting repetition sequences to further highlight the ‘sameness’/the breaking of that sameness.

i feel like the set could have been used more as a whole? i would have loved to see some mannequin interactions with those boxes, because all they did was dump colour everywhere.

....why did they feel the need to include the rain bit? i know it's likely because it's in the mv and at the 2018 dream concert taemin does perform move in the rain, but with the standing still and the box walls with the words it just looks like a department store ad. which i...dont think is what they were intending?

lighting

nothing really to say here. it has a similar feel to the mayfly rap stage, which is fine because the lighting for that was good. i could tell what was going on all the time and that’s the most important part. notable standouts are the lips sequence, that's fun use of pop iconography and very effective, and the scanning lasers at the beginning.

the repeating sequence in the edm dance break is actually done pretty simply, it's just what happens when you point a camera that’s livestreaming to a monitor directly at that monitor. it's a very cool effect and it was neat to see it used intentionally, especially with the handheld leds.

actually i also really liked the lightbox tables, those were cool.

sound

the remix was fine for the most part, it was about what i expected it to sound like. i did however greatly dislike that unnecessary edm break in the middle. what was the point of that? it didn’t add anything to the overall sound or arc of the stage because it was SO out of place. there was no connective tissue around it.

oh i was also not a fan of the effect on zuho’s mic. no one else had a discernible vocal effect so it felt a little out of place. also for some reason his cadence and tone right at the end made me think of some of the voices that bo burnam uses for his vocal masque sketches/songs, especially repeat stuff, weirdly? took me right the fuck out of it. i listened to it again after i slept and i’m still getting it, so maybe i’m just going insane so best ignore this part.

staging

loved the mannequin tree, not a clue why it was there.

do actually think this is a successful cover because it does what i was hoping it would, which is take move completely out of the taemin context and put it into an entirely new one. however, i’m really struggling to figure out what exactly that new context is? and what theyre trying to say with it?

obviously they went for a ‘show your own colours/individuality’ vibe, like i said in the set section, where exactly is this supposed to be? from the start i get factory/mechanized environment, which is fine and grand because mannequins and making repetitive motions and products and all that, makes sense. but then there’s stacked shelving type units happening and curtains and that combined with the mannequins give me pretty big department store vibes, which is also fine, because that’s still a comment on commercialization and the mass production of product. but then we get to the movator and the repetitive movements of the dancers say pretty clearly factory, but the lighting and projections are very pop art referential, plus combining that with the white set, just makes me think of an art gallery. so now is this a comment on the commercialization and commidification of contemporary art? are they making a statement about being ‘real’ artists among the others who have lost the critical understanding of why pop art was even a thing in the first place? and then the rain bit at the end literally looks like a department store ad, so are they then making another statement that they still are that packaged product? maybe the episode has more clarity in it but i’m genuinely a bit baffled by what the underlying statement is here.

i suspect it is not as deep as i'm making it, but i did say that i was likely to be hyper critical of this stage AND i am a grad student, so here we are.

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tbz

costume

ok of all the ‘fourth gen’ style costumes we’ve seen, i actually like these ones more than most. i'm not entirely clear on the theme but i'm assuming it's meant to be post apocalyptic, and i'll take that.

backup dancers in black!!! we’re beyond this!!!

this will be a running theme with this stage, but i’m disappointed these don’t have more depth.

set

compared to every other stage, the set here seems especially plain. there’s so little set dec that it's disappointing. i do like the movement of the pieces themselves combined with the blocking; that first slide underneath the arches was slick and i would have liked to have seen more of that.

yea ok the big snake was cool and also a fairly complex build, but the transitions around it were a bit awkward for my tastes. especially the turn around, why did they even show that at all? you have control over what the audience sees, you can totally not show scenic transitions. skz were super smart about hiding theirs in last week’s episode.

also if you have a bigass puppet like that, i wanna see some more movement from it! it doesn’t have to be complex, we literally just saw a kraken balloon arm wave around aimlessly, but at least there was movement! that snake had a long ass body, why didn’t they at least take a pseudo dragon dance movement with it, that would have been such fun to watch with the iridescent scales. there was a lot of opportunity here!

lighting

i don’t hate it but also.... not a lot to say about it on the whole.

there were two really smart ideas here, the first being the front projection section, which i was SO glad to see! i explained in a previous review, but the projections in kingdom are not actually projections per se, because they’re actually massive led screens. there are two common types of projections in performance, rear projection and front projection. rear projection is when the projector is behind the screen, and front projection is ‘normal’ projection. rear projection can produce a crisper image because you have full control of the light values, because the projector is in a separate room from the performance space. but the downsides are that the projector has to be in a separate room from the performance space. so if you’re short on real estate, it's not ideal. front projection is much more common, because the tech is a lot cheaper and easier to access, especially now, and it requires less real estate because you can ceiling mount about the audience (you can move a projector wherever, this is just the most common spot in commercial theatres). but! in order to get an actually crisp image, you have to be really careful with your light bounce. it’s exactly the same principle as how you kinda can't see a projected screen when you have all the lights turned on, but when you turn them off it's a lot clearer. front projection works best in pitch dark, so when you use it in a theatre you gotta be smart about it. i use front projection a lot in my personal art practice as a singular light source, and that’s what tbz did here in that traveling/snake intro sequence. it’s a really fun technique that they used as a good gimmick because it’s not something we’ve seen before, and you get some great shadow effects because the projector is throwing light directionally at the performers (they have it set up close to the floor, it’s probably on a wheeled cart of some kind). however i did not like the snake intro. a bit too cheesy and out of place, especially because the asset quality didn’t match the rest of landscapes that we have been seeing.

the second smart idea, which is partially also a set and blocking thing but whatever, was that final image of the eclipse within the circle architecture with all the members standing in front of it. it was a great shot and a great ending pose, but it felt like a concept photo. like someone had that image as the idea that they then built the stage around, instead of a narrative first and then imagery after.

sound

this remix had SO much promise! those first two minutes were SO GOOD. i love that dirty discordant strings bit, it's gross and right up my alley. but it really fell off in the back half and i'm sad about that.

staging

i'm sorry tbz but.....what did you actually do differently than exo here? with the exception of the continual game of thrones references? nothing here felt transcendentally different from the original monster. and especially coming RIGHT after sf9’s move, which did go beyond its original context. this feels more like an awards show stage cover than a stage at the level of the others we’ve seen just this episode.

again like with the skz stage, there’s no conflict here. no tension. yes they do a great job covering the dance but it just isn’t enough! this is obviously personal preference and i'm sure lots of people liked the fact that it was uncomplicated, but even just a hint of narrative tension could have pushed this into more engaging territory. and if they didn’t want to do that, i would have loved to see them make up for that with extra visual spectacle. this is the no limits round! ikon is putting a full jungle on stage and these are grey cubes!

i think this is a perfect example of what i talked about at the end of my tbz section in my episode four review; this is a good performance, there are good elements at play and good ideas at their genesis, but the core of the issue is that nothing about this is transformative. all of the ideas here are just exaggerations of the original song. fuck, the snake was even IN the mv! and they didn’t even include the best part which is the lip chains! ive said before and i'll say it again; being a good artist has two steps, the first is understanding the material and its context, and the second is elevating the material from that context and synthesizing something new. tbz are really good at the first step, but terrible at the second.

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ranking

btob - the cleanest and the most fun of the round. everything i wanted.

sf9 - fun and a good cover, despite being conceptually baffling.

ateez - very extra dramatic nonsense with an unexpected dose of sincerity. and it’s rock opera, of course i love it.

skz - fun, with some good thematic devices but generally lacking in arc. also australian accents, that’s an automatic ding.

tbz - honestly the first two minutes of the remix and the costume are holding this above 6th. it just wasn’t fully formed.

ikon - aesthetically this is a great set design and although i do love the opening and closing moments, everything else scrapes me the wrong way. super personal preference here, i’m not expecting anyone else to agree with me.

i feel like my rankings were probably pretty easy to guess if you’ve been around reading the reviews for long enough. i do have very specific tastes after all. i know sf9 ranked first in the episode but i have no idea what the other slots are. i’ll find out when i watch the episode in a couple of days, but i think yea a first for sf9 is fair. i do think its mostly because it’s a taemin song and you have to do something horrendous in order to fuck up a taemin song, but there is a lot of thought and work that went into that stage.

ok i'm done now, sorry this was later than usual, but i was busier and there were four stages that i had to review. also technical difficulties because tumblr is a garbage platform and nothing works properly. comments/questions/opinions always welcome, i know i didn't expand on a couple of points that i could have so hopefully y'all have some thoughts too!

* the type of hat that ~society~ has told you is a fedora is actually a trilby. what peniel is wearing is a real fedora, i felt the need to correct this unjust hat malignment.

** meaning ‘the appearance of being true or real.’ you do sometimes hear it used by normal people, but it’s more commonly used as a descriptor in film and theatre. it’s also one of the five rules of neoclassical theatre, which are: versimilitude, purity of form, five act structure, decorum, and purpose. the most prominent playwrights from that era are moliere and racine if youre interested in what those look like in an actual text.

#kingdom #kingdom review #btob #ateez #stray kids #the boyz #sf9 #tumblr is so broken it would NOT let me save this as a draft #does my constant hyperlinking make you angry tumblr? too bad im gonna keep doing it #i played in a jazz band in school for seven years #which is another indicator as to why i am like this #one of the first songs i remember learning was zoot suit riot #i have very strong memories of yelling RIOT during performances #i will however forever question the logic of our band teacher making us learn a song written by 'the cherry poppin daddies'#christ on a bicycle this is TEN pages #and it took a full eight hours last night and then i did like two hours of editing after i woke up #maybe i should go back to bed #ah i forgot to tag ikon again lmao #ikon #kpop analysis #text #if there are any spelling errrors do not tell me im tired of reading this #im pretty sure this is my longest review so far i decided to hate myself and did a wordcount #its 5.2K you're welcome you better get a snack for this one #i hope this is an interesting read for people ive lost all objectivity at this point #pls enjoy my semi-comprehensible word vomit!

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downondilaudid · 5 years ago

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Drug of Choice

I can’t even summarize this, all I’m saying is, I can’t wait to go to church with my grandma! 🤡🤡🤡

Requested: Yes, by myself, I’ve been working on a request for two days, this is what I wrote during a break.

Prompts: None

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: Smut, Daddy Kink, Masturbation, Oral, Pillow Play, Degradation, Just overall FILTH

Roughly Edited

“Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it.” - Nicholas Sparks, A Walk to Remember

Spencer was hesitant at first to be so assertive with you. But after a rough night, and little bit of reassurance on your part, it was easier for him to partake in his role. You were at Spencer’s every beck and call, like putty in his hands. You were his good girl. Always asking for things you wanted. He would set rules, no touching yourself without permission, no cumming without permission, the man got off on permission.

But some days he would brush you off, and although it hurt your feelings, you let it go, because you knew how hard his job was for him. Yes, you were Spencer’s good girl, but what were you supposed to do when he was refusing to give you what you want?

You closed the door to your shared bedroom, praying it wouldn’t creak and give you away. If you did this quickly you could pretend like it never happened. You crossed the room with light steps, crouching down to pull out a box. A box filled with all sorts of toys, some you hadn’t even seen, Spencer didn’t let you touch the box. In fact, you weren’t supposed to know where the box was, but, you were curious one day, and Spencer wasn’t good at hiding.

You pulled out a purple vibrating dildo, it wasn’t the greatest, but it was the quietest, and right now all you wanted was a quick release, so you could go back to being a good girl.

Situating yourself on the bed, you laid the dildo beside you. Bringing your hands up to your chest you palmed your breasts through Spencer’s old dress shirt, which you often wore while lounging around the house. You popped open a few buttons, letting your hands explore your warm skin before unbuttoning the rest. You left the shirt on, basking in Spencer’s scent.

You let your hands travel down your stomach, visions of Spencer's head between your legs filling your mind. You could practically feel his tongue swirling around your clit, with his perfect pink lips, his eyes bearing into yours with an animalistic lust. The boy was a slut for eye contact.

Your hand slipped under the band of your underwear, “guess I don’t need lube.” You giggled to yourself. You slid your hand up your slit, fingers beginning to circle your clit. “Oh, fuck Spencer” you threw your head back with a whimper.

You quickened your pace, your eyes fluttering close in pleasure. In your mind, Spencer pulled his head away, arousal covering his chin. A lewd moan escaped your mouth, “shit, that feels so good”

“I bet it does” A voice responded.

Your hand flew to your chest, eyes snapping open in shock. “Jesus, Spence don’t scare me like that!” You cried.

Spencer chuckled bitterly, disregarding your comment, “wow, and here I was, coming to reward you for waiting so patiently for me to finish working. Yet, here you are touching yourself.”

You rolled your eyes, “well you wouldn’t touch me.” You sat up slightly, pushing yourself off the bed, completely forgetting about the dildo your body was concealing.

“Hm where’d you find that, little one?” Spencer questioned, moving across the room to grab the dildo.

Well, shit. You stepped in front of him quickly, your body blocking him from the bed. “Where’d I find what?”

“You really are acting like a brat today.” Spencer chided, his hand moving up to lightly grasp your jaw.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” You smiled coyly, you knew exactly what he was talking about. But you wanted to aggravate him, practically force him to fuck you into the mattress.

Spencer leaned in, his lips resting right next to your ear, his hair tickling the side of your face. His hand ran from your jaw to your breast, tugging harshly on one of your nipples.

Your head tilted back with a moan, your hand shooting up to hold onto his wrist for stability. “Fuck” you groaned at the slight pain, arching your back into his touch.

Spencer’s hot ragged breath hit your ear, “If you want to act like a brat, I’ll treat you like one” he growled.

With that he leaned down, his shoulder pressing into your stomach, one of his arms wrapping around the back of your thighs. In a singular swift motion you were lifted onto his shoulder in a fireman's carry.

��Spencer!” You shrieked, “put me fucking down!”

He ignored your cries, crossing the bedroom swiftly pushing the door open with his free hand.

“Spencer you fucking dick! Put me down!” You squirmed on his shoulder, it wasn’t the brightest idea, because he very well could have dropped you. But you were pissed, as intelligent as he was, the man didn’t have incredible social skills.

He ignored you once again, walking down the hall, entering the living room.

“Spencer are you fucking deaf?” you cried, god dammit he was infuriating, one second he doesn’t want to fuck, and the next second he does.

Spencer leaned forward, setting you down in front of a smooth leather recliner, it was his favorite chair to read in.

“Spencer what the hell? One second you’re telling me you’re not in the mood and the next-” your speech was cut off by one of Spencer’s hands shoving something in your mouth.

Fabric. Lace. He did not. Your fucking panties.

His hands met the sides of your, well, his shirt, pushing it off your shoulders and down your arms.

“There you go, that’ll shut you up. Only good girls get to speak.” He said, his hands met the sides of your, well, his shirt, pushing it off your shoulders and down your arms, letting it fall to the floor. “On your knees, baby.”

Spencer turned, sitting down in his chair, “now you’re going to sit there, and show me you can be a good girl, while I read.”

Despite how much you needed him, you could do that, Spencer read 20,000 words per minute, this wouldn’t take long, then he would fuck you. You sunk to your knees in front of him, placing your hands delicately in your lap.

“That's right, baby, listen to daddy.” Spencer said, reaching out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

Your heart swelled with pride at his words, as much as you loved acting like a brat, you couldn’t deny the excitement that came with his appraisals. He pulled his hand back, reaching to pick up a book from the table, you could care less which book it was, more focused on his visible erection straining against his pants.

As if he read your mind, he placed the book back down on the table, his hands beginning to unbuckle his belt.

You leaned forward in anticipation, fuck, this might be harder than you thought.

Spencer lifted his hips slightly, pulling out his cock, he let out a breathy chuckle, his hand lazily giving it a few strokes. “You didn’t think I was going to make it easy, sweetheart?”

Oh, that stupid bastard. You rubbed your thighs together, seeking any kind of relief.

Spencer shot you a look, his hands moving to pick up the book once again.

You bit your lip, the soaked fabric of your panties rubbing against your tongue. God, you wanted him so bad, you needed him. You were the moth and he was the flame, your body craved him.

Spencer was reading now, one hand holding the book, the other stroking his cock, occasionally reaching up to turn the page of the book.

Spencer paused, lowering the book to make eye contact with you, “don't look so desperate, Y/N.” He teased, a smirk practically etched on his face, as he lifted his book to read once more.

A muffled moan escaped your lips, your body hunching forward in desperation, despite his teasing. This man had you wrapped around his finger, no matter what he did, no matter who he did, there was no way on planet earth that you could ever leave him.

A groan left Spencer’s mouth as his pace picked up, God, all he wanted to do was fucking ruin you, you were like his drug. I mean, who needs dilaudid when they have you?

You bit your lip with a whimper, a metallic taste filling your mouth. You couldn’t help it, you had to touch him. You scooted forward, placing your hands on his knees, a pleading look in your eyes.

Spencer’s hand released his cock, shutting the book rather harshly. He placed the book on the table, his body leaning forward, a hand reaching out to grab the hair at the back of your head. Your head was jerked up, his lust filled eyes bearing into yours.

“What happened to being a good girl?” Spencer spat harshly.

You blinked, you couldn’t exactly answer with your underwear stuffed in your mouth.

“Oh, that’s right, your mouth is a little busy.” His hand released his vice grip on your hair, he placed it under your jaw, his thumb running over your lip. “Open.”

You let your jaw go slack, your lips parting slightly. Spencer’s hand pulled the underwear from your mouth, “look at that” he chuckled.

Spencer leaned back into the chair, placing his arms comfortably on the armrests. He stared at you for a moment, a questioning look in his eye. “I’m waiting.”

Fuck. Yes. You surged forward, your small hand wrapping around his cock, giving it a few pumps. Spencer’s hand ran down the back of your head, gripping your hair in a makeshift ponytail.

You let your hand rest on his upper thigh, moving your face forward to run your tongue up his cock. Spencer’s head fell back with a groan, “that’s a good girl” he smiled.

You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, sucking lightly. Spencer’s grip on your hair tightened, “fuck.”

He pushed your head down slightly, and you let your jaw go slack, allowing him to fuck your mouth. His pace was slow, letting you adjust, pushing your head down further with each thrust. Even in his lust filled state he was still a gentleman.

You gagged lightly as his cock hit the back of your throat, Spencer’s groans filling your ears. “Fuck, Y/N, just like that, suck daddy’s cock.”

You pulled back, hollowing your cheeks, running your tongue up the vein on the underside of his cock. “Yes, baby, just like that.” Spencer moaned, bringing a hand up to push his hair out of his face.

He sped up the pace, moving your head quicker. You breathed deeply through your nose, eyes bearing into Spencer’s. “Fuck, Y/N, oh God.” He stilled in your mouth, his cock twitched, and his head fell back groaning out curses laced with your name.

A warm salty liquid filled your mouth, and you swallowed around him quickly, holding your breath shortly to avoid the taste. “Fuck” Spencer laughed, pulling your head off his cock.

“Open” he commanded. You complied, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. “Good girl.” He praised, pushing a strand of hair from your face.

“You want to ride my cock?” he questioned, his hand stroking your face, wiping some of the spit off your chin.

Your jaw fell open, your heart pounding in your chest. You nodded your head vigorously, eyes blown wide with lust.

“Use your words, sweetheart.” Spencer commanded.

“Yes, yes sir.” you breathed out.

“Too bad.” Spencer said, a smirk on his lips, his hands moved, tucking his cock back in his pants.

“W-what? No!” You cried out, completely flabbergasted.

Spencer scoffed, grabbing your hair in a fist once again. He jerked your head up, standing up, pulling you with him. You whimpered at the sting on the back of your head, your teeth digging into your lip again. “You really can’t stop being a little bitch, can you?” He growled in your ear, “bedroom.”

You began the walk to the bedroom, fuck, all you wanted was for him to fuck you. He was hot on your trail, one of his large hands gripping your hip harshly. You opened the door to the room, stopping in front of the bed. Spencer stopped behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you into him. His hard cock pressed into your ass, drawing a low moan from you.

“Please, Spencer.” You groaned out, pushing your ass back against him.

His other hand shot up to your face, gripping your jaw firmly, squishing your face slightly, “that’s not my name, sweetheart.” He muttered, his hot breath fanning over your ear.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, body sweating with arousal. You were delirious, completely drunk on lust. “Please, daddy” you corrected, your speech slightly distorted due to Spencer’s grip.

Spencer’s laugh cut through the air, he let go of your face, trailing his hand down to palm one of your breasts. “Fuck” you whimpered, letting your eyes flutter closed.

“Get on the bed, and grab a pillow” Spencer commanded. Your eyes shot open in shock, your head turning to look up at Spencer with an incredulous look. He simply smiled at you, an expectant look on his face.

You clambered onto the bed, grabbing the pillow from your side of the bed. You had an idea of what Spencer wanted, but, you had never done this together before.

“Straddle it” his body turned around, moving to pull the chair from his desk. He faced the chair towards the bed, making sure he had a good view.

You had masturbated in front of him before, but never like this. Nerves shot through your body, this was new, it was different. Hesitantly, you straddled the pillow, relishing in the way it rubbed your clit.

“You look so good, such a good girl” Spencer praised. You looked up, Spencer’s hand was wrapped around his hard cock, his tongue darting out to wet his plump pink lips. “Grind against it, show me how desperate you are.”

Spencer was always amazing at dirty talk, you swear he could make you cum by just talking alone. His words boosted your confidence, you rocked your hips forward, a moan escaping your mouth at the foreign feeling. “Fuck, daddy.”

Spencer chuckled through a groan, “ you need my cock, don’t you? You need me to fuck you like a little slut?”

Your head fell back, “yes, Daddy, please fuck me” you cried. Your hips rocked faster against the pillow, desperately grinding your clit against the fabric. Tears welled in your eyes, the need for release becoming too much. “Please? I’ll be a good girl, I promise.” You breathed out, voice cracking slightly.

“God, ugh, fuck, Y/N” Spencer moaned, his hand vigouresly pumping his sensitive cock. “Stop, stop, come ride me, baby.”

You swear to God you had never moved so fast in your life. You straddled his waist, one of his hands guided his cock into your folds. The other held your chin, dark eyes gazing into yours, this time not filled with just lust, but love. Spencer took your lips in his, kissing you with an intoxicating passion. He pulled away a boyish grin on his face, “I love you.”

He always did this anytime he was particularly rough, he had to make sure you knew he loved you, even when he was degrading the shit out of you. He could never deny himself his love for you.

His strong arms wrapped around your thighs, giving a sharp tug, pulling you down onto his cock.

You cried out, holding onto Spencer’s shoulders for dear life. Hot tears of pleasure poured down your face. “Fuck, daddy. Fuck me” you sobbed, letting your nails dig into Spencer’s shoulders.

Spencer groaned at the pain, “God, move, Y/N” he cried, moving his hands from your thighs to your hips, guiding you along his cock. He set a brutal pace, letting out animalistic groans in your ear.

Your moans were unintelligible cries of Spencer's name and multiple curses, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut as you felt the tension building in your stomach. “Can I cum? Please, daddy, please.” You begged, raking one of your hands down Spencer’s chest, stopping at the place you were connected, rubbing your sore clit.

One of his hands shot up to your neck, applying pressure lightly around the sides, “look at daddy, baby. Look at daddy while you cum on his cock.”

You opened your eyes, despite your body's resistance, tears running down your face. You cried out loudly, your moans bordering screams. The tension in your stomach snapped like a rubber band, you fell forward, burying your head in his neck. Choruses of ”thank you’s” left your mouth, your hips rocking desperately against him to milk your orgasm.

Spencer moved his hands back to your hips, pulling you down as he thrusted up into your pussy. “Yes, Y/N, good girl.” He held you down tightly on his cock, relishing in the way you squirmed. A broken moan left his mouth as he came, his warm cum filling your cunt. Spencer grabbed your hand, roughly moving it down to your stomach, “feel that baby? That’s daddy’s cock filling your cunt.” He groaned, letting out a shaky breath as you both worked through your highs.

Your tears fell onto Spencer’s warm skin, the pleasure overwhelming your body, you felt his warm large hand rubbing soothing circles over your back as you cried lightly.

“Shh, baby, you did so good. I’m so proud of you.” He whispered into your ear, his other hand smoothing down your tousled hair. The hand on your back ran down to your hip, rubbing a few circles with his thumb before settling. “I need to pull out, sweetheart, can you sit up a little, baby?”

You complied, finally catching your ragged breath, shifting upwards slightly, letting out a whimper. He slipped his cock back into his pants, zipping and buckling them quickly. “Can you stand, love?”

Nodding slightly, you pushed off his shoulder, slipping off his lap, his hand on your hip steadying you. He stood up after you, quickly picking you up bridal style. He carried you to the bed, laying you down as gently as possible on the sheets. They felt cool against your hot body, and your eyes fluttered shut, a wave of exhaustion crashing over you. Spencer kissed your head lightly, bringing a small smile to your face. “I’ll be right back, baby.”

Your head felt fuzzy, there was no real way to describe it, it was truly, like a high, and Spencer was your drug of choice. By the time he came back, you were half asleep, only pulled out of your slumber when you felt a wet rag running up your thighs, cleaning you off from your previous activities. You smiled once again, you loved having sex with Spencer, you loved how quick he could switch from calling you a slut to carresing you like you were the most delicate thing in the world. He treated you like an absolute queen, and you promised yourself every day you would never take him for granted.

When he was done he placed the rag on the bedside table, climbing into bed with you. “Come here” he said, opening his arms for you. You were both drained, but you would never pass up cuddling with Spencer.

You sat up, pushing off your sore limbs, onto all fours. You climbed over Spencer, now noticing he had changed into a comfy pair of pajama pants, ditching the shirt. You laid against his warm chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart.

“Thank you” he muttered.

Your brows furrowed in question, “for what?” Your voice sounded raw, and broken, probably from screaming while Spencer fucked your brains out.

“For being you” he stated, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “I needed that.”

“Hmm, you get too caught up in your work sometimes.” You sighed, burying your head deeper into his flesh, running your hands soothingly up his chest.

He chuckled lightly, a hand running through your hair. “I love you so much” you muttered into his chest.

He smiled giddily, “Did you know, falling in love is as addicting as nicotine, or even cocaine? Falling in love with someone releases a chemical called dopamine, as does cocaine or nicotine. It gives you a boost of happiness, and testosterone, which is essential for the initial attraction stage of a relationship. In other words, you can literally become addicted to the feeling of falling in love.”

By the time Spencer was done with his tangent, you were fast asleep, snoring lightly on his chest. He smiled, gazing down at you, “ I love you too.”

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