#not exactly my best work but it's been a decade since last time I did this and was made in a sleep deprived state of Harding delirium
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TW Suicide. I talk about suicide from a religious perspective, and religion is not kind with suicide.
I might be reaching but I think religious Asian countries might be more proship-friendly than western countries??
Let's see a few cases. Japan. I'm not sure how religious Japan is, but they have very strict values and traditions. There are so many how-tos and even the language has levels that you can only use to certain people, otherwise it's rude. They can't express queerness so freely that yaoi/yuri is the best outlet they have, and they got called rotten for it.
Japan is notorious for being very proship friendly. There was even a huge "what is proship and why should you block those with 'proship DNI' in their bios" thread over on Twitter and it was so widely shared by Japanese users. At that point, even antis took off the "proship DNI" off their bios (such cowards lol).
The people in my religious (Muslim) country and its neighbor, Malaysia and Indonesia, even the minors, are so proship-oriented that I only ever saw exactly one person with "proship DNI" in their bio. And their posts tell me they're the more "liberal" people of the country. You know, the ones that the older people are using as examples of "Look at that girl. She's been poisoned by the western values, she's showing so much skin. Don't be like her". Now I obviously will just laugh at older people who says such things but hear me out.
The people who are actually practicing religion to the point where nothing sexual is allowed, who WILL screech at sex (both vanilla and kinky) in fanworks should they ever join, won't touch fandom with a ten-foot pole. This leaves us with the absolute freaks who thinks "I'm religious, I believe in God that other people call fiction, but I can't have sex until I'm married and masturbation is haram, so smut fic is actually a great way to let off tension! No one real is having sex so it's a green area. I'm not masturbating, I'm just reading. Sometimes they excite me, most of the time not! Halal mode."
Also, murder and suicide is a sin. A huge sin. If you tell someone to kill themselves and they actually did, the religious guilt would be MASSIVE. I can't imagine an actually correctly-practicing religious sending death threats and not be haunted by the promise of a sin. A sin that involves other people is much harder to forgive (it requires forgiveness from the hurt people, and that's impossible with suicide. They can't forgive you if they're dead) than a sin that involves yourself (masturbation. All you have to do is regret and never do it again. Which is why suicide is seen as unforgiveable. You can't undo it).
So, it sometimes makes me wonder that in the west, MAGA catholic conservatives shares a lot of values with fanpols. But in religious countries, the actually rigid religious ones aren't in fandom, so the fandom is filled with people who aren't evangelical purists.
This incoherent yap might be reaching, but hey, a new perspective to US-Europeans or non-religious people. It's just kinda funny to think about. Since you are very well-spoken and critical (I think so from your replies to the asks!), what do you think?
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Well... I think there are a lot of specifics here that are hilarious in how you've framed them. (The situation with queer people in Japan has evolved a lot over the last couple of decades. That isn't at all how I'd describe politeness levels in language, and I think your assumptions based on how politeness works in Japanese are ludicrous. Catholicism isn't the big, powerful flavor of Christianity in the US, so it's not where the majority of the nutbars ruining politics come from. Etc. Etc.)
But back in the 90s in US fandom in English, slash was the domain of freaks, and the puritywankers were openly homophobic and did not hang out in the same spaces.
Yes, I do think that part of the rise of the current flavor of antis has to do with somewhat wider acceptance of queerness combined with an overall anxiety-inducing and uncertain situation. They're not secure enough to chill the fuck out, but they wrongly believe that our battles for queer rights here are done and/or that they can be won by throwing the freakier members of the community under the bus.
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Busted out my ancient gif making skills just so I could capture Harding and her excited little rocking animation
#Sunny Plays DATV#CH: Lace Harding#Gif#not exactly my best work but it's been a decade since last time I did this and was made in a sleep deprived state of Harding delirium#I'm sure someone had done a much nicer edit of this somewhere but I don't dare venture into the tags lmao
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"keep 'em comin'" - m.v.
pairing: girl best friend!reader x max verstappen
word count: 2.3k
warnings: alcohol consumption, light marijuana usage, cussing, max munching on some cooter! (that will come later in the fic), enemies to friends to lovers, typical men behavior (being creepy in a bar), mentions of physical threats, kelly slander, THINGS ARE MESSY BETWEEN KELLY AND MAX (so if y'all don't like light infidelity/gray areas then don't read) yadayadayada (y'all already know the vibes)
a/n: hellllloooo! <3 this is my first time writing for max so if this isn't quite like him, i apologize in advance. this fic is based off of a request and i had to write about it since i've been feral for max (he finally took off that damned cap!) this may end up as a two or three part series. we'll see, we'll see!
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"i see the decrepit hag decided to let you out of her clutches tonight. congratulations for being able to be out and about in public without her breathing down your neck!"
the figure standing to your left scoffs, muttering a few incoherent words under his breath. he slides into the booth, propping his chin up with a hand. the other finds the glistening glass, a bead of condensation rolling down, pooling onto the rigid table.
"about that."
"what about it?" you arch a brow, lips connecting with the rim of your own drink, "max, did something happen before you left?"
he shrugs, brows pinching together as he sips on his mixed drink, a decadent yet smooth concoction of his favorite liquors blended together, "it's nothing serious."
"max," setting your glass down, you lean forward ever so slightly, his name louder than normal over the overwhelming mixture of voices and volume, "what. happened."
"oh you know," he waves a hand, careful not to meet your piercing gaze, "she's upset that i was going out to see you. that's all."
the moment max mentioned her, you knew exactly who she was.
she was kelly piquet. max verstappen's beloved wag. the woman who scooped him up the moment that clock struck midnight on his eighteenth birthday.
the woman you loathed more than anyone in the world.
but you wouldn't tell max that.
after all, you couldn't. the pair had been dating for quite some time. and although max wouldn't say it outright, you were well aware that she was not going anywhere anytime soon.
no matter how much the two fought. no matter how much she wanted to make your relationship with max as strained as possible.
your friendship with max had a rocky start. tumultuous, even. the two of you met when you were both seventeen, as your parents were mutual friends. since max was involved in racing, and you aimed to pursue professional photography, max's father suggested that the two of you get to know one another.
of course, at that time, the last thing teenage max wanted was some nerdy girl following him around. especially when there were other teenage boys involved. cool teenage boys who enjoyed to fuck around with fast machinery.
he teased you relentlessly, tormenting you whenever he could. he ridiculed your photographic abilities, scorning the prints or slideshows you provided. often times, he stated that your pictures were, "absolute shit" and your clip compilations "were not going to get you anywhere in formula one."
of course, you matched his energy. after all, you weren't going to take anyone's shit. you knew you had to advocate for yourself. you weren't going to make it in the industry if you weren't assertive.
eventually, your snapshots landed you a job at red bull. well, max did have a part to play in that.
after a couple of years, the dutch driver apologized for the way he treated you at the time, requesting a truce. the truce would consist of you sticking around as his personal media manager.
in turn, he would promote your work to the world of formula one and assist you in your way up the ladder in any way he could. he would land your sponsorships. he would chip in some cash here and there to get you more advanced software or equipment.
the only stipulation was that you had to follow him.
everywhere and anywhere he went. every event. every interview. every grand prix.
no. matter. what.
of course, with the stakes involved, you knew it was too good of a deal to refuse. with max's rise to prominence in formula one, you knew it was now or never.
so, you accepted his offer.
oh jos verstappen, what a bastard you were.
cause now, here you were in vegas, sitting across from the man you loved. well, the man you were in love with.
hopelessly and utterly in love with.
"that isn't unusual for her," you scoff, hands reaching for your purse, "i do have something that could lighten the mood!"
"and that is?" max's gaze follows your hand, making note of the delicately wrapped joint between your fingers.
"my friend mary jane!"
"you of all people know i shouldn't be smoking," the dutch driver shakes his head, yet proceeds to scoot out of the booth anyway, "i'll still come out there with you. i won't be taking any hits though."
"yeah, yeah," you wave a hand, "that's what they all say."
as you slip out of the booth, you feel max's hand connect with your lower back, almost guiding you through the throng of locals. a few of them chirp greetings to max, others chattering, creating a buzz within the air.
well, there went any sort of anonymity.
so much for keeping a low profile for the weekend.
yet, when in vegas, that was almost impossible to maintain. especially when you were a man of max's caliber.
the two of you manage to slip out, just before fans started asking for autographs. of course, max obliged to a few, signing a cap here and an arm there.
even though it was quickly approaching december, the air was mild, dipping in the low fifties. max hovers to your right, shuddering as a breeze rolls through. you curse as it quenches your flame, motioning for max to stand closer.
"can you shield me for a moment, pretty boy?"
"pretty boy?"
from the way the words tumbled from his mouth, max seemingly was not to keen to the idea of being referred to as pretty boy. yet, he inches even closer to you, providing a barrier as the lighter comes to life, igniting your delicate pre-roll.
"what else should i call you?" shrugging, you exhale, the smoke billowing into the night, "or do you prefer world champion?"
"how much did you have to drink before i got here?" the dutch driver cocks his head, his stare almost picking you apart.
"enough," you respond, lips curling into a devious grin, "don't act like you didn't like that."
"i did," he counters, "that's the issue here."
"and why is that an issue?"
"because we used to fucking despise one another. we used to tear one another apart. and now here i am, going out for drinks with you when i shouldn't be. here i am, looking forward to your texts or your snaps when i know i should be thinking about someone else.
fuck, even when i'm with her, my mind wanders to you. we're together all of the fucking time yet i crave you. i miss you when we're apart. what are you doing to me?"
before your mind can even formulate a coherent response, an individual saunters up to the two of you, drinks in hand.
it's an older man, approximately in his early or mid fifties. he's balding, as a few of the greasy hairs were poorly combed over. he was well dressed, but poorly groomed, as there was quite the scruff plaguing his feautures.
"good evening," his words are directed towards you, yet you couldn't help but notice the way his eyes were fixated on your joint, "i was wondering if the pretty lady could exchange a hit or two for a-"
"she's not accepting shit from you," max's voice is low, the driver taking another half step toward you, almost to shield you even further.
"c'mon man," the man drawls, the words slurred, "i wasn't fucking speakin' to ya. i was talkin' to her."
"and i'm talking to you," max's jaw clenches, "get the fuck out of here."
"and you are?" the man arches a brow, "surely not her boyfriend."
"actually i am," the words are forced through gritted teeth, the driver's fists clenched to his sides, "i'm her fiancé. i suggest you leave before i-"
"got it," the man exhales, rolling his eyes, "it was worth a shot. what the fuck ever man."
as he turns to head back towards the bar, you feel fingers find yours, intertwining together. max squeezes your hand gently, "are you okay?"
"fiancé?" relief ripples as you notice his demeanor crumble, "what was that all about? were you manifesting something or-"
"come on," max tugs at your hand, "let's go to another place. get a few more drinks. keep 'em comin'. keep the alcohol flowin', you know?"
"max," clicking your tongue, you frown as your realize your joint was burnt out, "what is going on between you and kelly?"
"i don't want to talk about her right now," the driver won't even look at you, keeping his focus on the glow and ambiance of the city, "we can talk about anything else but her. please. i don't even want to think about her right now. shouldn't you be relieved? why aren't you relieved?"
"because you look stressed the fuck out!" you retort, "and it stresses me out because i love you and i can't handle seeing you all bummed about some hag who is only using you!"
max freezes, your hand flying up to your mouth. heat floods your cheeks, heart thudding against your rib-cage as you realize what just came pouring from your mouth.
"did you just tell me that you love me?"
his voice is soft. dangerously low. merely a whisper, barely audible over the bustling noise of vegas.
tears well up, shame setting your body ablaze as you nod, biting your lower lip, "y-yeah. and i know i shouldn't-"
"shut the fuck up," hands meet with your cheeks, bringing you in close, "just shut the fuck up and come here."
in that moment, max's mouth finds yours. the kiss is tender, brimmed with nothing but passion, breathing life back into your lungs. it was grounding yet exhilarating, waves of euphoria crashing over.
he pulls away, forehead brushing against yours, "why haven't i done this sooner?"
"because kelly-"
"i don't give a fuck about kelly right now."
"give a fuck about me then," you murmur against his mouth, relishing the way his hands explore, roaming along your back, trailing down to your ass, "you think we should take this somewhere more private? before someone snaps a photo of max verstappen making out with his media manager?"
"that's a good idea," he nods, "i'll arrange an uber."
although it was merely minutes in the time it took between getting into the uber and making it to your hotel room, it felt like an eternity. yet, with the way max's hand gripped your thigh the entire drive, you didn't complain. the other hand held onto yours, pressing gentle kisses to your knuckles.
if only this was your everyday life.
if only things were different.
if only he fell in love with you first.
once the two of you were in the elevator, he maintained his composure, as there were other people stepping in and out. there was even a little boy, in awe that his favorite driver was staying in the same hotel as him. max was kind enough to gift him one of his beaded bracelets, a small memento from a win during the 2022 season.
if only that child knew what his favorite driver was really up to.
once that light on your keypad flashed green, his mouth was on yours, tongue gliding along your lower lip, practically begging for access. his hands were all over, tugging on your clothes, desperate to see what was underneath.
"fuck," there's a rumble in his chest as he lays on you on the bed, pinning you to the mattress.
"what?" you can't help but wriggle a little, slightly flustered by the intensity of his gaze.
"you have no idea how much i've thought about this," a dusty rose hue tinges his cheeks, "i-i almost don't know what to do now. i've thought about it so frequently that i had it down to every little detail. and now i have you here, right where i want you but i feel like i'm going to fuck this up and-"
"max," tender fingers sweep locks of hair from his forehead, "do what you feel is right."
"i just want to show you how much i love you. i need you to know how loved you are."
"i think i have an idea," the tip of your nose brushes against his, "is there anything i can do to help?"
"will you let me taste you?"
instinctively, your hips buck forward, legs spreading so that he can have access. you can feel his cock stiffen in his pants, pressing against your inner thigh, aching for some sort of relief.
"yes," you nod, "you can taste me."
"f-fuck," his jaw nearly goes slack as you guide his hand through the waistband of your panties, the pad of his index finger circling your clit, "you're this wet for me? already? my poor baby. all soaked and desperate for me."
"m-max," the way his name falls from your lips is intoxicating, "i need you."
"are you sure this is okay?" he pauses, eyes meeting with yours, "if at any moment you need me to stop, just tell me."
"you are more than okay. i promise."
fingers delicately unbutton your jeans, rolling them down your legs. in the process, you peel off your hoodie and shirt, tossing them to the floor.
just the mere sight of you half-dressed had him coming undone, his inhibitions slipping away by the second. fuck, you were so stunning. someone who deserved to be worshipped and cherished.
far more beautiful than he could have ever imagined.
situating himself between your legs, max's mouth roams, placing wet kisses all over your inner thighs, hips, and abdomen. his tongue flattens against your heated core, savoring the way you squirmed under his touch.
"you need me to taste you baby?" he coos, cocking his head.
"yes," you plead, skin hot to the touch, your clit engorged, folds slick with juices.
"hmmm," he hums, hands grasping your thighs to spread you open further.
"once i get these off of you, you're all mine. and only mine. got that?"
yet, there was one thing that happened to slip max verstappen's mind that night in vegas.
well, one woman.
the woman he referred to as his girlfriend, but the woman he was not in love with.
kelly piquet.
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TRAINING SEASON â Jensen Ackles
Summary: After a tumultuous relationship and a hard break up, you get trapped in between your co-star and a casual one night stand. But there's nothing you regret about.
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x female reader, actress!reader.
Word count: 1,076.
Warnings: implied sex like the morning-after-sex, nudity, some sexy time but no full smut, friends to lovers, language, idk just wrote this quickly.
Notes: AU where Jensen is obviously single, and reader is like 38 in my head don't asky why I like this number, I still have no idea. And I just love, and I mean, loooveeee getting obsessed with hot men over 40, can you tell?
>> disclaimer: i totally respect the private lifes of the actors and celebrities i use for my fanfictions, and of course their personal relationships. this is only fiction written for fun and nothing more.
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Opening your eyes, you stirred on the soft bed and noticed your sorroundings. This wasn't your hotel room. Your bare body hidden under the blank, messy bed sheets reminded you of yesterday's events. You smiled.
The other side of the bed was warm. His body pressing against yours felt perfect, and you wrapped your hand on his own, which was laying on your waist, like if he didn't want to let go of you. Your mind started remembering his touch on your skin, the way he would kiss every inch of your stomach, the trail of kisses he left all over you, and his love bites around your neck and chest. The burning between your thighs and the soreness let you notice it was as good as you imagined it to be, even before it happened.
"Whatcha thinking?" he asked, raspy and soft voice booming in your ears.
"Mmm... Nothing, just how great you felt last night," you teased, turning your head to see his face directly. Bare skin, disheveled hair, and tired but loving eyes met you. God, he was beautiful. He looked so fucked out in the best way possible one could describe it.
Jensen chuckled and kissed your cheek. Still, he never let go his embrace on you. He looked at you vividly for a long time, scanning every feature of your face, like he wanted to save all of you in just an instant. Your brows furrowed for a moment.
"What?" you whispered.
"We didn't fuck this up, did we?"
A sigh left your lips, your hand ran on his hair softly. You knew what he meant. You had a bad relationship and an even worse break up months before you started working together, and Jensen became a great friend as you tried to overcome it. And it was so hard not to fall for him when it felt like you knew each other for decades. He was someone you could trust your deepest secrets, pain and thoughts. A part of you did not want to cry on his shoulder for days once you got comfortable around him, nor letting him know how terrible you felt at the time. But he never judged you. He just was there, listening and offering a helping hand expecting nothing back.
But your feelings changed in the course. As months went by, an amazing, caring and loving friendship bloomed between both of you. Since the project was a long new TV series, you used to spend a huge amount of time together as your characters appeared to be in a slow building relationship. And now, the premiere was done, but the press tour barely started, so that meant you were not getting away from each other in a good time now.
"No," you finally answered. "Of course no."
"I mean, I know what you been through, and I- I don't wanna ruin anything-"
"Jensen, is fine," you cut him off. His eyes locked on yours, concern washed all over his handsome face. "I am fine with this, are you?"
"Absolutely," he said. "I always was. I mean, I liked you for a long time now," he laughed a little, making you smile. One of his hands now carressing your bare thigh, feeling the heat of your skin.
Jensen leaned down and pecked your lips softly, his lips slowly found its way to your neck, kissing and biting the flesh, exactly how he did last night. He groaned, tasting the saltiness, and you let out a soft moan as he flipped you around. You laid on your back, him on top. His tongue tracing your skin, stopping right before your breats. God, you were getting wet again.
Unlucky for you, your phone started ringing, breaking the moment and Jensen, with a disappointed look on his face, gave you the space to run and answer. By the way you were talking, he figured it was your manager, so he hid behind the covers, admiring you from afar. When you ended the phone call, you walked to him. His eyes kept lusting over your naked figure as you looked for your clothes all over the room. He sadly knew you were postponing until you had enough alone time together.
"I keep forgetting we're still on press tour," you kissed his cheek softly once you put on your underwear and grabbed your clothes to get decent to leave. "I'll be going now, sorry."
"It's fine," Jensen smiled, standing up and putting up some pants. He followed you before you crossed the door. "I'll see you later tonight then, how about dinner?" he casually asked, leaning down. "And then we could probably take care of some other things," he whispered in your ear. You bit your lip, eager to know what he had in mind.
"That'll be amazing, surprise me!"
You gave him a playful wink, and taking your purse you left his room with a wide grin on your face. You were so glad you stopped dating trainees to build a relationship with. Jensen was a self-confident, expert man, and you were more than happy to give it a shot.
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⟠âââ PAIRING: LEE KNOW X READER ⟠âââ CONTENT: GRIM REAPER! LEE KNOW, HUMAN! READER, DEATH, ACCIDENTAL OD, MENTION OF DRUG USE, MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, MENTION OF S*ICIDE, HOSPITALS, INJURY, UNESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, PRAISE, FINGERING, HAND JOB, UNPROTECTED SEX, BEGGING, PET NAMES (PRETTY KITTY, KITTEN, BABY), CREAMPIE, ANGST ⟠âââ WC: 2.2K ⟠âââ repost from old blog ⟠âââ 18+ work!! minors and ageless/blank blogs DNI! you will be blocked, put an indicator on your blog somewhere that you are 18+ before interacting with this work/blog
     Y/n didnât believe in an afterlife. Not until she got pulled from it. The bright light of the hospital blinded her eyes as she blinked. No one else was in the room.Â
     Well, except for the guy in all black in the corner. She blinked again to adjust to the light and he was gone. She was a bit confused but concluded it was just her mind playing tricks on her. Especially when a nurse walked in.
     âWelcome back to the land of the living, Ms. L/n,â The nurse smiled as she grabbed her file and walked over to the monitor next to her.
     âHow long was I out for?âÂ
     âNot long. Your friends neighbor works at the hospital and called us as soon as they came knocking. Gave you a bit of Narcan but you crashed just as the paramedics got there so they had to restart your heart. Youâve been stable since you got to the hospital about an hour ago. Iâll let the doctors know you're awake.â
     The nurse walked out of the room and Y/n groaned, trying to move her arms. Handcuffed.Â
     She had a friend that knew people. They got some harder drugs one night. It was all fun. Music blared through the apartment. She remembered taking some and then closing her eyes. Between that and the hospital, she had no fucking clue.
     The handcuffs were confusing. Did they think it was on purpose? That she actually tried offing herself through drugs?
     âMs. L/n, how are you?â the doctorâs voice pulled her out of her thoughts.Â
     âTired,â Y/n shrugged
     âSo am I,â the doctor pulled up a chair next to the bed, âCan I ask a couple of questions about the other night?â
     âI canât guarantee Iâll remember much.â
     âThatâs okay. Whatever you can remember,â the doctor answered, âDid you bring the drugs?â
     âNo. I wouldnât even know how to find a dealer. My friend knows people.â
     âWas this your first time using?â
     âYes.â
     âI noticed in your file that you have a history of depression. Have you ever thought aboutââ
     âMy depression is managed. Maybe once or twice a year I get a fleeting thought of ending it. But never have I thoroughly thought I would.â Y/n cut off the doctor
     âSo the drugs were, just for fun?â
     âJust for fun. I accidentally took too much, Iâm sure it happens.â
     âIt does. You were lucky we were able to revive you. Get some rest Ms. L/n.â
     The doctor smiled at her before leaving the room. She did rest as the doctor said. Mostly since she really couldnât do anything while she was handcuffed to a bed.
     Minho watched the whole thing. Heâd been watching the whole situation since she took the drugs last. He felt bad for her.
     The friends she was with werenât exactly the best influence. Offering more drugs to each other. He knew at least one of them was bound to die tonight. He didnât expect it to be one of the prettiest humans heâd seen in decades.Â
     He watched her confusion at the scene happening before her. Her friends screamed at her unmoving body to wake up.
     âWhat the hell?â Y/n asked no one, but Minho still answered
     âYou're dead.â Y/n turned to where he stood behind her
     âWho are you?â
     âDeath, Grim Reaper, whatever you prefer.â
     Y/n looked back at her friends still trying to wake her up, âdo they know?â
     âConsidering how high they are, they havenât figured it out yet. Come on,â Minho said
     âWhere are we going?â
     âWhatever afterlife you believe in. But you canât stay here.â
     Y/n looked at the man in black and then back at her friends. What shocked her most was they were actually trying to wake her up. After they pressured her into joining them. Only ever talking to her when no one else wanted to join them
     âWhy are they trying?â
     âFeel bad maybe?âÂ
     âFor what? They never cared. No one did.â
     Heâd heard that line so many times. A lot of it was lies. Everyone had one person that really cared about them. Minho felt like she wasnât lying about this.
     âHumans are weird. Letâs go,â Minho chalked it up to that, he always did. But, he couldnât help but feel bad for the soul.
     Rather than taking her to whatever afterlife she believed him in, he opted to take care of her soul, personally. He couldnât explain why, but for the first time since he became a reaper, she made him feel something.
     âWhatâs this?â Y/n asked as they walked into his âhomeâ
     âCall it home. Itâs usually somewhere I just hide away when I need to be away from the other reapers,â Minho explained
     âI thought you were gonna make me cross over.â Y/n looked around the place, it was pretty nice, mostly grey and black decorations. Better than any place she had lived in.
     Minho ignored the statement, mainly because he couldnât even pinpoint why he was doing this in the first place. And maybe the more time he spent with her, the more confused he got.Â
     Time worked so differently in the afterlife, even for him as a reaper. It was hard to say how much time passed in the land of the living, but for them, itâd been a year of hiding away her soul. He still had a job but he always made sure to come back to her, even for a bit.
     He got involved with a rather, unpleasant soul who refused to believe they were dead. Heâd dealt with it before, reaping them was an easy solution but the guy wasnât easy. Minho got hit with his own scythe before he pushed the soul to the afterlife. He just needed to rest.
     He opened the door to find Y/n laying on their couch reading one of the books he had collected over the centuries. Not unusual, it wasnât like they had any kind of technology in the afterlife to watch tv or text someone. If she wasnât reading when he was home, it was his fault.Â
     Their relationship became complicated a few weeks back. Randomly talking turned into playful flirting. Somehow it led to making out of the living room floor.Â
     Y/n heard the door open and cast a glance at him, âYou look terrible.â Her book was set aside as she rushed over to him.
     âIâm fine, just need to rest,â Minho assured her as she grabbed his face and looked over him.
     âWhat happened?â She asked, âYou look drained.â
     Y/n got him over to the couch and sat him down, kneeling on the ground between his legs. âViolent soul grabbed my scythe and attacked me. Iâll be fine.âÂ
     âMinho,â Y/n tsks
     âNot the name,â He laughed, which was a bad idea.
     Y/n saw him grab at his torso and moved his hand, unbuttoning his black shirt to see the wound. âIf you wanted me to strip, you couldâve just asked sweetheart.â
     âHave I ever told you how insufferable you are sometimes?â
     âAlmost all the time.â
     There wasnât much blood thankfullyâ if there was really any, to begin with. She was still trying to grasp the death thing honestly.Â
     âHey,â Minho called out and grabbed her hand from the wound that was indeed healing due to his supernatural abilities. Minho pulled her up onto his lap, her legs on either side of him, âIâm fine.â
     âPromise?â She asked
     âDonât worry about me. Itâs not like I can die again.â
     âYeah but what if you just⊠disappear?â
     âIâm not gonna disappear.â
     âPromise me you won't? I donâtâŠâ
     âYou don't what?â
     âI don't wanna lose the one person thatâs actually cared about me, even if weâre dead.â
     Minho leaned forward and pushed his lips onto hers. It took Y/n a moment to register what was happening. Slowly her hands cupped his face, lips melting to move with his. His hands held onto her hips and slowly rocked her against him.Â
     âSwear I wonât disappear,â Minho mumbled against her lips, moving down to her neck
     âFuck,â Y/n whined as his teeth grazed her sweet spot
     âHow can you be dead but so fucking horny?â he asked as he kept kissing her neck
     âI was dead inside when I was alive but still horny,â Y/n joked
     Minho laughed with her as she pushed his shirt off his back. He took his hands off her hips to toss the fabric to the side and then slipped her shirt off her body and tossed it to the ground.Â
     âYour fucking beautiful,â He pulled her back down onto his lips. His tongue slipped past her lips and fought for dominance with her as she pushed him back against the sofa.Â
     His hands grabbed her breasts and massaged them as her hips rolled against his semi. Both moaned as their tongues danced together.Â
     âI need you, Min,â Y/n spoke as her hands undid his belt and pants.Â
     âYeah? Thinking about fucking the grim reaper makes you that wet?â
     He pushed a hand under her bottoms and panties, fingers sliding between her folds before pushing two into her while her hand pulled his cock out and wrapped her hand around him.Â
     Y/n jacked him off while he fingered her open on his fingers. Moans uncontrollably fall out of their mouths.Â
     âI need to fuck you,â Minho groaned as he threw his head back
     âWhat are you waiting for?â Y/n asked
     Minho kicked into action, laying both of them on the floor and discarding the remainder of their clothes. He pushed his lips onto hers again, taking his cock into her hand and positioning the lips at her entrance.Â
     He sunk into her slowly as he lay on his elbows, lips moving in sync with hers. Y/n cupped his face while her legs hung loosely around his hips. Being dead came with the perk of not feeling pain.Â
     Minho pulled out and pushed back into her. Slowly and firmly. Centuries after dying and not feeling anything for anyone until now made him appreciate the moment.Â
     Y/n moaned into his mouth as his hips deliciously rolled into her. More than sure he was hitting impossible spots no one alive could reach, ever. She couldn't help but clench around him.
     âFeel so good around me,â He spoke against her lips
     âI need you to come in me, min. Please,â Y/n begged as his head dipped to her breasts
     âYeah?â
     âYes. Please, Min.â
     âMy pretty kitty needs the grim reapers come in her that bad?â His face picked up a bit, thrusting into her a bit faster as one hand came between their bodies and rubbed figure eights into her clit
     âFuck yes! Please Minho.â
     âI got you kitten. Need you to come for me first. Come on, baby.â
     Minho's tongue played with her hard nipples as her legs tightened around his waist. Her hands tangled in his hair and held on tighter the closer she got. Her walls closed in tighter around him, making it harder for him to move but neither cared. It felt too good at the moment.Â
    Her orgasm hit her like a train. Her back arched off the floor before her body went limp, convulsing under him as he chased his high. Only slowing down when his high finally hit.Â
     Exhaustion didn't hit him. It never would, even though he was injured. âFuck,â he groaned
     âYou okay?â she asked as she calmed down
     âYeah. Don't think being on top was a good idea though.â
     âIf you wanted me on too there's better ways to ask,â Y/n giggled as he pulled out and sat back against the couch.Â
     Y/n sat up a few seconds later, climbing onto his lap and cuddling into him. âIs it weird I'm in love with the grim reaper?â
     âIs it weird just fucked a soul I was supposed to cross over?â
     Both laughed at the questions before Y/n looked up at him. âWhat are we now?â
     âSoul mates.â Minho smiled
     Y/n glares at him as he laughed at his joke. âThat was terrible.â
     âYou love me though.â
     âI gueââ Y/n stopped when she felt something weird in her chest.
     âHey, what's wrong?â Minho asked, very alert now
     âWeird pain,â Y/n whined as it came again
     âTheyâre trying to revive youâŠâÂ
     âWhat? No!â Heâd never seen a soul fry real tears like he did now
     âI canât stop it.â All he could do was watch, as much as he didn't want too
     âWhy? You can do anything.â
     âYouâre in limbo kitten. Itâd be different if crossed over already. I canât do anything if you're in limboâŠâ
     âWhat if I cross over?â
     âItâs too lateâŠâÂ
     Minho watched her become more and more transparent as they pulled her back to the living.
     âPlease, Min. I don't want to go backâŠâ
     âIâll be there when you die again, okay? I promise.â
     He knew how it felt for humans when they watched someone they loved die. Heâd see them cry over the dead. Having Y/n pulled from him back to life was just like that. But he could wait.Â
     He found her in a hospital, waiting in her room. Occasionally leaving when he sensed someone pass and brought them over before going back and watching her. Even when she slept. Hoping she felt his presence or saw him.Â
     âUntil death, kitten.â He stood by her bedside watching her sleep.
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Decadent Desires Ch 6
Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, sexually charged conversations, teasing/banter. Smut, sex toys, minor bondage, spanking. A guest star of Anthony DiNozzo! I didn't really want to bring in a whole THIRD fandom into this but it ended up working out really nicely and I can play around with it in future chapters too! It feels like it's been ages since I've updated this so clearly the last week was a long one lol. Remember how I said I wanted to be a chapter ahead from now on with my series? Yeah that quickly did not happen. LOL. I'm gonna try to keep up with it, and I promise y'all won't wait longer than a week between chapters, I just need to hunker down and write!
Working for Heather meant that you worked insane hours that could change at the drop of a hat, but it also meant that you could essentially make your own schedule whenever you wanted. You could do most of your job from home or a hotel, as long as you had Wi-Fi you were in the clear, you spent a lot of your time gallivanting around D.C to finish whatever tasks you needed to. Shuffling your schedule around constantly meant that you were more than given the liberty to a Thursday afternoon off and that is exactly why you were meandering down Wisconsin Avenue with Tony in tow. Some of your friends questioned why you always went shopping with him, but the truth was he knew style, understood expensive taste, always told the truth if something looked bad and the entire experience was more efficient. If you went out with your girlfriends on a shopping spree you got dragged into twelve stores you needed nothing from and had to wait while they tried on countless amounts of outfits. With Tony the most that would happen would youâd have some extra browsing time at L. Priori because he got distracted by the watches.
âYou got some big White House party coming up or something?â He asked, taking a sip of the coffee youâd bought him earlier.
âHuh?â You glanced over your shoulder as you picked up the small bag, âno.â
âWeâve done jewels, weâve done shoes,â he pushed the door open for you, holding it while you crossed through the entry way and back out onto the street, âyou dropped off three dresses for alterations and looked through the catalogue of whatâs coming inâŠâ
âI just want to revamp my closet a little bit, make sure Iâm prepared for summer, you know how many extra garden parties I end up at.â
âAnd your boss is okay with that amount of cleavage?â He asked with a smirk and you rolled your eyes, âI think youâre bullshitting me.â
âI got a little carried away doing spring cleaning and tossed half my closet.â You bluffed, âI work so much I forgot I actually wore the other shit and now need to replace it.â Veering off to the side your hand tugged open the door to Jaryam and Tony followed you inside.
âWhenâs your next date?â He asked with a grin.
âI never said anything about a date.â
âThen why did you just drag me into a lingerie store?â
âOh please,â you scoffed, âI didnât drag you anywhere, you love this shit. I just want some new pieces; youâve got the right eye for colour and the masculine fetishistic imagination to tell me which ones Iâll look the best in.â
He chuckled darkly, not bothering to disagree with you as you made your way further into the shop, he was a pace behind you, fiddling with a price tag when he scoffed and you turned back to him with a raised brow, âIâve heard you complain about the prices in Victoriaâs Secret and thatâs got nothing on this, a thong for a hundred and fifty dollars?â
âItâs⊠about the quality.â You shrugged, âthirty dollars for a scrap of fabric that falls apart in a month made in a sweatshop isnât a good investment.â You picked up the pair that he was looking at, reading through the tag, âsomething hand stitched made with quality fabric thatâs going to last? Worth it.â
âHmm.â He replied, surveying you for a minute as you put the thong back on the rack, âyou know, I noticed when you picked up the coffee that you used a black cardâŠâ
âYouâre really working those sleuthing skills today, arenât ya?â You teased back with a grin, moving onto a wall of lace bras.
âItâs not exactly a difficult mystery.â He smirked, following you, âfancy shoes, nice jewels, new clothes, expensive lingerie,â you turned back to face him, an unimpressed look on your face and he practically caged you into the wall, âwhoâs your daddy?â
âEw, Tony, fuck off.â You groaned, shoving at his chest as he laughed, âcoffee and meals can be turned into a write off. I used Heatherâs card.â
âBah! Fine, keep your secrets. Iâll just run your financials when I get back to the office.â
Now it was your turn to laugh, âthey call you a very Special Agent DiNozzo?â
âWhy yes, yes they do.â He smiled, getting a little smug about it and you shook your head at him.
âThen explain to me how running my financials would let you in on whose card Iâm using.â You asked, watching as he opened his mouth to give you some witty response but he couldnât find one, gaping for a minute before he let out a defeated huff and you tugged him in the other direction, ânow câmon, I know you have a good eye for lingerie.â
âNow that, I will not deny.â He replied with a smile and you did roll your eyes as he followed you deeper into the shop.
You combed through practically every shelf in the place, trying to figure out what kind of styles you were going to settle on before Tony started to share his opinions. He reminded you how good blue looked on you when you picked up a soft pink set and suggested the lace florals over lace butterflies. You were narrowing it down between a handful of choices and he was quick to intervene when he noticed you were eliminating all the variation.
âWait,â he cut in, swiping the one you were trying to put back on the shelf, âkeep that one. Get rid of this one.â He plucked the peach set from your collection, tossing it into the return pile.
âItâs cute!â You protested.
âExactly. Everything youâre keeping is âcuteâ, youâre playing it too safe and I know thatâs not you. The lilac one is the nicest, little hint of lace for a bonus, so get it.â He started flicking through the rack you had your favourites on, âkeep the teal one for the crystals, plus it matches that pair of heels you bought. The rest of this batch can go but add these to your buying list.â He picked up a lacy black and red set that was mostly see through and included a garter belt, handing it off to you, and a gorgeous deep green set. âThatâll look great with your skin,â his brow furrowed for a second as he examined it, âwait itâs not your size, youâre what?â His eyes were suddenly on you and you groaned,
âStop staring at my tits.â You stated dryly as he turned around, grabbing another one of the green set from the shelf.
âThirty four C, right?â
âI donât know whether I should be impressed or grossed out that you were able to figure that out.â
âThey donât call me Very Special Agent DiNozzo for nothing.â He grinned and you rolled your eyes.
âIâm going to go try these on.â You scooped up the remaining sets, ânot for your viewing pleasure! Occupy yourself.â
You werenât surprised in the least when all of Tonyâs recommendations were right and you were happy to be leaving with a variety of options. Returning from the dressing room you found him near the till looking through accessories and he shot you a cocky grin as you placed all of his choices down on the counter. You shuffled the shopping bags in your hand over to the other one,
âCan you hold this?â You asked, handing him your purse as you pulled Emilyâs card from within it, passing it off to the cashier. Once the purchase was completed and the cashier was wrapping up the lingerie, she placed the card down on the counter and out of the corner of your eye you saw Tony making a move for it, managing to swipe it up before he could get to it.
âHey!â You swatted the back of his head and he grimaced.
âOw. That was worse than Gibbs.â He muttered.
âYou fuck around and youâll find out.â You returned but he was too busy on his phone to really pay attention.
You took your purse back from him, tossing it over your shoulder as you thanked the clerk and added the bag of lingerie to the others with your shopping and the two of you made your way back onto the street. You jumped when Tonyâs fingers prodded at your side, digging into your ribs.
âCâmon⊠let me know something, please.â He batted his eyes at you, âI just helped you pick lingerie; I deserve to know something. Doctor? Artist? App developer? Congressman?â
âNope, nope, nope and hard nope.â You replied with a huff and he groaned so you finally turned back to him, stalling in your steps, âwhat I will tell you, is that she most definitely outranks NCIS, so you can officially drop it.â
âOhoho⊠a new lady friendâŠâ It was his turn to slow in his tracks, eyes lingering in the window of the next shop, âyou need any special accessories for that?â
âTony youâre insane if you think Iâm taking you into a sex toy store.â
âMeh, doesnât really matter since youâve already covered that step.â He grinned and your brow furrowed.
âWhat?â
âSwiped your phone and went through your emails.â With a laugh he tossed the device back to you as you let out a gasp, âpeach flavoured lube, nice. Nipple clamps? Kinky, didnât realize you were into that kinda pain.â That earned him a hard punch on the arm, âbut that double sided dildo with vibration? Now that sounds like a real party.â
âAnothony DiNozzo!â You scolded and he let out a small whine of a scoff, gesturing toward the sex store.
âIâm the perfect person to give sex toy recommendations, câmon.â He protested and you sighed.
âTony. You are a straight man. What could you possibly known about sex toys for me to use with another woman?â
âOne of those wand things, Hibachi?â
âThatâs Japanese barbecue, but nice try.â
âThe wands!â
âYouâre going for Hitachi.â
âClose enough!â He exclaimed, gesturing with his hands, âthe big oneâs better but I think they sell smaller ones too, more portable.â He waggled his eyebrows at you and you sighed.
âThink? Tony, pull your head outta your ass. Any self respecting person with a clit already owns one of those.â
âReally?â He smirked at you and you did your best not to groan.
âIâve got three, a mini pink, a mini green and the big one, which yes, is far superior. Can we go now?â
âFine.â He groaned, feigning annoyance, âyou dragging me to a nail appointment next?â
âNo, I was gonna buy you a late lunch.â
âYou were? Or is your mommy dearest gonna buy lunch.â He exaggerated the word, nearly moaning as he said it and you immediately grimaced.
âPlease donât ever do that again.â
âYup, that one felt wrong coming out. My bad, thatâs on me.â
**
Emily turned down dessert service, asking for the cheque instead as she gave the server a soft smile, picking up her cocktail once again as she turned back to you. In turn, you finished your drink, placing the glass down on the table as you stood, your hand coming to squeeze at Emilyâs thigh softly as your lips brushed against her cheek.
âGive me a five minute head start, Iâve got a surprise for you.â You scooped up your phone, shooting Emily a wink as you sauntered away from the table in the direction of the elevator.
Her eyes followed you through the entrance of the lounge, narrowing in on your ass as you pushed the elevator button and the sparks began to fly through her body. It hadnât been a particularly long week, but it was very safe to say that you had been on her mind more often than not. Images of your naked body strewn across the bed floating into her brain, making her cheeks flush while she was torturously bored with paperwork. A too long tedious conference call lead to her zoning out, daydreaming all the things she wanted to do to you, the noises you made echoing through her mind. It was almost a given that night that she had a rather self soothing shower when she got home, pulling her laptop out when she finally crawled into bed to take a look at what fun things she could buy to occupy your time with in the future weekends.
Emily settled the bill, slowly draining the rest of her cocktail until she was certain sheâd given you enough time to do whatever it was you had planned before she finally left the restaurant. The key card beeped against the lock and she stepped inside the suite, letting the door swing shut behind her before she made sure it was locked. She stepped out of her heels, dropping her purse on the side table in the entry way before rounding the bed into the suite, catching a glimpse of you laid out on the bed and her lips twitched up into a grin.
âWell that certainly is a welcome sight.â
âYeah?â You asked, sitting up and shifting onto your knees, âyou see something you like?â
âI see plenty I like.â She walked up to the foot of the bed as you crawled on your knees to greet her, your hands settling on her hips as one of hers curled around the back of your neck, pulling your lips to hers for a kiss.
Her tongue easily slipped into your mouth when you let out a satisfied groan, both of you relaxing into the kiss, lips dancing with grace against each other. Her hand slipped into your hair, pulling out the pins to let it fall loose around your shoulders, pulling at it lightly. When her teeth scraped against your lip you couldnât help but moan, your hands drifting up her body as you slowly began to unbutton her shirt. She broke the kiss to help you untuck the fabric from her pants, letting it drop to the floor behind her before her fingers began to trace the lines of the teal lingerie set, floating over the gems decorating your chest.
âYou like the crystals?â You asked, small grin on your lips and she nodded.
âTheyâre gorgeous.â
âTheyâre Swarovski.â You replied with a near smirk and she let out a huff of a laugh.
âYou really went all in, hey?â
âJust wanted to make sure I looked nice and pretty for you.â You shrugged coyly and she chuckled, giving you a once over.
âWell you do.â She leant down, kissing you gently before her hands nudged at your shoulders, âyouâre not the only one who brought something fun, lie back princess.â
âI noticed.â You replied, a gleam in your eye as you dropped into the pillows, an arm extending to the nightstand where you picked up a silk tie, âmultifaceted, curious as to what your intentions are.â
âFirstâŠâ Emily rounded the side of the bed, âI want to see whatâs under that gorgeous bra.â She nodded at you and you sat up, hands flying behind you to unclip it, gently tossing it to the side, âgood girl.â She plucked the fabric from your hands, picking up a longer one from the nightstand before kneeling on the bed. âGive me your hands.â She instructed and you held your hands out for her, wrists gently pressed together as she began to wind the fabric around them, âis this okay?â
âAbsolutely.â You replied, looking up at her with darkening eyes as she tightened the silk.
âDo you have a word?â
âIâm fond of peach.â
âPerfect.â With a wicked grin she placed a gentle kiss on your wrist before guiding you to lie back with your arms over your head and she looped the shorter piece through your bonds, securing the other end to the golden bar of the headboard. âNo surprises there.â She purred as she slid off the bed, letting out a satisfied hum as her eyes dragged over your body.
âHm?â You raised a brow, watching as she moved back to a spare chair.
âJust how pretty you look tied up like that.â Emily tossed a grin over her shoulder, âbut you are going to need to roll over for the second part of your treat.â
You nearly let out a whine when her hands came to her belt buckle, eager to be able to see both what was coming next and what she had under her clothes. Instead of risking it you decided to behave, rolling onto your stomach, your arms stretching over your head as you twisted it to the side, just barely able to see Emily under your arm. She had busied herself with getting rid of her clothing, a neat pile forming on the small bench next to her bag as she pulled out the strap, swiftly stepping into it and securing it around her hips. Your mouth was practically watering already and then she reached into her bag again, pulling out a crop with a cute little heart on the end and you had to hold back a moan.
Emily could see the way your body tensed, how your hips ground down into the bed as she reapproached it and a dark chuckle escaped her lips. Kneeling on the bed behind you her hand grasped your ankle, spreading your legs further apart and you did your best to arch your back, presenting yourself to her.
âSuch obedience.â She murmured, letting the crop lightly trace up your inseam as you let out an airy breath.
Emily slowly trailed the crop up and down your legs, just the slightest hint of touch that she knew you were absolutely begging for in your head. She could see the way your body twitched whenever it got close to the heat between your legs and a wicked grin took over her lips. The crop finally came up over the swell of your ass, softly circling and tracing patterns on your skin and you finally let out a whine. Since this was the first time youâd actually made a louder noise, Emily figured this was the time to both give in and start to really tantalize you now. She raised the crop, swatting it down onto your ass and you let out a low moan.
âYou like that?â
âMmhmm.â You eagerly nodded into the pillows and the crop trailed across to the other cheek, repeating the circles before coming down harder on that side and your breath caught in your throat.
âOhhâŠâ Your fingers interlaced, squeezing tightly, âharder, please.â
âMy little princess likes it rough.â Emily husked from behind you, âsomehow Iâm not that surprised.â
The crop came down on the same spot harder than the first before she flicked it over your other cheek, swatting just as hard, watching the way your body reacted, jolting at the touch before grinding your cunt down onto the bed. She brought the head of the crop between your legs, pushing the fabric of your panties into your pussy, rubbing the leather up and down your folds as you moaned, arching into the touch.
âFuuckkâŠâ
Emily chuckled darkly, bringing the crop up before hitting your ass with more force, smirking at the louder moans leaving your lips, the way you were pulling against your bonds, wishing your hands were free. The sounds of the spanks echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls as your moans grew louder and longer, every time the crop was brought down onto your body it grew from a tingle to a pleasurable burn. Emily continued to trail the leather across your skin, occasionally her hand gently rubbing across the spot to sooth the burn, little praises and coos leaving her lips. The tingles each time she spanked you began to build, growing together with each hit of the crop until there was a fire building right under your skin, whimpers and whines leaving your lips as you buried your face into the pillows. Every swat of the crop made your entire body shiver and you were nearly about to start begging for more when she moved it back between your legs.
âYou really like this, hmm?â She asked, pressing it against your cunt again, âmaking such a big wet spot on these nice panties.â She rubbed it harder against you, watching the way your wetness continued to soak the fabric, âyou know, Iâd take them off and stuff them in your mouth if you didnât make such pretty noisesâŠâ
You groaned softly, your hips rocking back toward the touch, a little whimper leaving your throat when the crop nearly rubbed against your clit. Emily hummed softly, lifting the crop up before bringing it back down, this time onto your pussy and you couldnât help the noise that escaped you.
âOh fuucckâŠâ Your head buried deeper into the pillows, your eyes scrunching shut as you felt your pussy fluttering around nothing, your clit nearly pulsing already, juices smearing across your underwear.
Emilyâs hands grasped at your hips, flipping you onto your back watching as your legs instinctively fell open for her to see the growing wet spot on your panties. She brought the crop back to your cunt, rubbing it harder against you as you started to whine, resulting in another swat that brought a gasp from your lips.
âYou like this even more, donât you princess?â She asked with a grin and you nodded, âyou want your pussy spanked too?â Spank. âThink you can come from just this?â Spank.
âFuck.â You groaned, âmore, please.â
âAlways such nice manners.â She praised, her fingers slipping into the waistband of your thong, tugging the fabric down your legs and tossing it behind her. Her hands soothed up your legs, spreading them even further apart from each other as her thumbs dared to brush the edges of your cunt. âSuch a pretty pussy. God youâre just fucking drenched already.â
Emily picked the crop back up, rubbing it through your slick folds, pressing harder as she brought it to your clit.
âPlease.â You whimpered and she chuckled softly.
The first hit was on the gentle side, her eyes tracing up your naked body, watching your face for any sign of discomfort but all she found was a look of sheer pleasure. Your eyes fluttering shut, mouth falling open as breathy moans escaped them, it was all she needed to bring the crop down even harder the next time.
âFuck.â Your body twitched off the bed, cunt pulsing as more juices dribbled out of it.
âThatâs it princess.â Spank. âYouâre doing so good for me.â Spank.
âOh godâŠâ Your hands clutched at the silk ties as your body shivered, pleasure building higher and higher with each time the crop hit your cunt.
âI know youâre close.â Spank. âJust a few more.â Spank. âPussyâs so wet.â Spank. âLet go for me.â Spank.
âFuck!â You cried out, your back arching off the bed, pulling against the restraints as your orgasm shot through you, pussy pulsating around nothing as your juices dripped onto the bedspread.
âThatâs it.â Emily cooed, the crop gently rubbing against your cunt, smearing your wetness all around it and your thighs. âSo pretty when you come for me.â
âPleaseâŠâ you whimpered, âneed you.â
âYou want more?â She asked, gently spanking your pussy again and you whined.
âNo, please! Need your cock.â You were absolutely begging, pussy fluttering, feeling so entirely empty. Despite the powerful orgasm you needed to be filled, stretched around Emily to finally feel completely satisfied.
âSo needy tonight.â Emily teased, dropping the crop to the side as she climbed over you, running the tip of the toy through your folds, âthis what you want?â
âMmhmm.â You nodded furiously, âplease.â
âAlright.â
Emily didnât hesitate, knowing you were absolutely drenched she sunk her cock fully into you until her hips met yours and you let out a very satisfied moan. She pulled back just enough to sneak her hand between your bodies, turning on the vibration on the base of the toy, just against her clit and a breathy sigh escaped her lips. She rolled her hips, pulling out until just the tip was left inside you and set a steady pace, fucking you thoroughly. Each thrust of her hips had your body twitching up off the bed, pulling against your restraints as you ached to touch her, pleasure shooting through your limbs.
âFuck.â You groaned, âfeels so good.â
Each thrust of her cock the head brushed right over your g-spot, pulling louder moans from you each time as your pussy began to clench down around her. You could feel your juices smearing across both of your bodies as she fucked deeper into you, picking up the pace as she knew you were getting close again.
âAre you going to come again for me angel?â She cooed, her hands gliding up your body to toy with your nipples, pinching them and rolling them in time with her thrusts.
âS-sâclose.â You moaned, your hips rocking up off the bed to meet hers with each thrust.
Your hands tugged against the silk ties again, gasping when Emilyâs lips wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking it into her mouth for her tongue to flick patterns across it. The double, nearly triple sensation if you counted the vibrations hitting your clit each time your bodies met was nearly too much, your pussy making almost more noise than the ones coming from your mouth. All you could do was whimper and whine, your head too fuzzy to get actual words to come out, the coil inside you got tighter and tighter until Emilyâs teeth sunk into your chest and it burst through you.
âFuck!â
Your body trembled, the tingles shooting all the way from the tips of your fingers to the tips of your toes as Emily continued to fuck you. Her eyes fluttering shut as she let out a low swear, now focused on chasing her own release. She sunk fully into you, pressing the vibrating part of the toy directly against her clit and it gave you the opportunity to roll your hips against hers, grinding the base harder onto her. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip as your eyes scrunched shut, another orgasm bursting through you from the sensation and Emily let out a soft cry.
âOh god.â Her hand slipped between your bodies, switching the vibrations off before she sat up.
Emily panted slightly, attempting to catch her breath as she reached out, swiftly undoing the ties and your arms were finally free to drop to the bed. You let out a soft groan, flexing your hands before Emily caught them in hers, examining your wrists to make sure you hadnât pulled too hard and hurt yourself. Once satisfied that you hadnât she let them drop and shifted on her knees, slipping out of you and watching your juices dribble onto the bed.
âMmmâŠâ you sighed, your lips curving up into a grin.
âWhat?â She asked with a raised brow.
âThat was hot.â You replied, âkinda wish you could come inside me though.â
âWellâŠâ she leant over you, kissing you before nipping at your lower lip, âIâm sure that can be arranged for next time.â
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Surprise Meet The Parents
So...a while ago (years, decades, possibly even centuries) I received a prompt for an age gap meet the parent's fic with Melissa and at the time I wasn't sure how to go with it and someone tossed in the idea of a surprise meet. At the time, I'd started down a different path, but since then I've looped back around and decided to try the road not taken...
I will try and link the other fic (when I find it!) and it's my New Year's Resolution to create a masterlist and move my fics across to AO3. But in the meantime, thank you all for all your lovely comments and responses to my last couple of posts (work remains crazy and I am nowhere near ready for Christmas) so although I haven't had time to reply properly to them, they have honestly helped keep my sane and smiling!
Hope you enjoy the latest offering!
Melissa frowns at the couple waving enthusiastically in your direction. Theyâre not parents she recognises. âWhoâs that?â she asks, nudging you.
âUmâŠâ you hesitate, not quite knowing how to break the news. âThatâŠthat is my mum and dad.â
The red head eyes widen as she turns to look at you. âYou didnât say they were coming!â
âNeither did they!â
*
The surprise visit has certainly succeeded in itâs aim. You are very surprised. Somehow, your parents have been able to keep a transatlantic flight a secret and appeared just in time for the final bell. Yes, you agree with your mum, itâs a cute idea they had to be here in time for picking you up from school, just like the old days. Itâs also absolutely thrown you for a loop.Â
Hugs are exchanged and with nowhere to run, introductions made. Melissa puts on her best act, but you can see sheâs tense. Youâd talked about her meeting your parents, but them turning up out of the blue at Abbott was not the plan.
Your mum suggests dinner and a chance to sit down and talk properly. The name of the restaurant she suggests looked nice on the drive over isnât one youâre familiar with and you automatically counter with a suggestion for an old favourite haunt of you and Melissaâs. The red head is nervous enough without going somewhere youâve never been with a whole new menu sheâs never looked at.
Thankfully, your parents seem more than happy to go along with your suggestion. âGreat, then how about I call and book, then I can message you with the address and we can meet there in a couple of hoursâ time? Give you guys time to settle in and us to wrap up here?â
*
By the time you both finish seeing your students off, manage to ward off the questions from your colleagues over the sudden appearance of your parents and get home, itâs a rush to get ready for dinner.
Preparations are not helped by Melissaâs panic over what to wear. You know telling her she looks good in anything isnât going to help right now, even if it is true. Instead, you stand behind her where she continues to root through her closet, wrapping your arms tightly around her.Â
âI sorry,â you tell her, nuzzling against the back of her neck. âI know this isnât how you wanted to meet my parents. And if I had a choice this isnât how youâd be meeting them either, but they are here and Iâd love for you to meet them.â
She turns in your arms, resting your foreheads together. âNo, Iâm sorry. Iâm freaking out and thatâs not fair. Iâve spoken to your parents on the phone and theyâre nice people, but I justâŠâ
You shake your head. âYou hate surprises and this is a big one. So I get it. Hell, the first time I met your family I was sweating buckets and could hardly string a sentence together.â
At this, Melissa smiles. âI remember. You made promise to watch out for sweat patches and take a spare shirt in my bag just in case.â
âYou also didnât leave my side,â you remind her. âAnd I wonât leave yours.â
*
It was a promise you intended to keep, but you hadnât quite factored into this the fact you would need to use the bathroom at some point. Dinner isnât exactly going badly. In actual fact, itâs been going rather well, but you can still feel Melissa tense next to you and can see how tight her smile is. Slipping you phone off the table, you quickly type a quick note before turning the screen so she can see it.
She offers you a slight nod and you excuse yourself, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze before you go. Your parents are good people. You know theyâre hardly likely to throw any barbs her way while youâre going, but sheâs nervous, and you know she has a tendency to blurt out more than she means. Hopefully, if youâre quick she wonât have time to say anything she would come to regret.Â
Placing her hands on the table, Melissa takes a deep breath as you go, forcing herself to keep the smile on her face. âIâm sure you have questions,â she offers when itâs just her and your parents. âOr that I might not be quite what you expected.â
âYou realise before you, all we got was photos of the city? Or artwork her kids had done? Random cats she meets on the street?â asks you mother. âSince you, we pictures of her. Smiling, happy, with you. The city is in the background now.â
Melissa cheeks pink and she ducks her head. She hadnât realised there had been such a shift. To her, with her, you were just as you had always been. Sheâd asked her if she minded you sending pictures of the two of you to your friends and family. The red head had always said as long as she looked good in them and thereâs wasnât too much cleavage she was good with it. Afterall, much as she likes to showcase the girls, she wants to make a good impression.
Your mother leans across the table slightly, her voice low and tone gentle. âSheâs mentioned youâve been worried about being a little older than she is.â
At this, Melissa pales, waiting for the cutting comment thatâs sure to follow.Â
âBut,â she goes on, gesturing with her glass as she talks. âYou get to realise that when all your daughterâs favourite films and tv shows seem to revolve around female characters with at least a couple of decades on her, she might have a type.â She leans back in her chair. âI mean, she had Cybill on DVD as teenager, never missed an episode of Xena, not to mention the crush sheâs had on Meryl Streep forever.â
The laugh has tumbled from her lips before she can stop it, and once sheâs started, Melissa finds she canât stop. As the tension leaves her body, she can only shake her head and continue laughing. Of all the things she thought your mother might say, your teenage taste in women were not among them. âSo youâŠdonât mind?â she asks when sheâs calmed herself down.Â
âWe mind that you care about her,â your dad smiles. He hadnât missed the fact that Melissa had held doors for you, sorted your coat on the back of your chair, reminded you that you found the spicy mayo too spicy. In short, sheâd been a gentlewoman. One that knew you well. âWe mind that sheâs herself with you. You realise youâre the first person sheâs ever properly introduced? Before itâs always been one of her friends let something slip, or we have to make a guess reading between the lines. But with you sheâs excited to tell us about things that you do together. She doesnât try and hide that youâre together like sheâd done in other relationships.â
At this, she can only smile. Yes, this may not be how she envisaged meeting your parents, but sheâd be lying if she said itâs not going better than she ever could have hoped. Whenever Jo would introduce her to someone, anyone, it was always with a derogatory comment about how hot a piece of ass she was. Even if in private his words werenât always so flattering. You, however, apparently introduce her as someone youâre happy with. Someone you share things with. Who you share yourself with. Itâs a compliment she never realised you kept on giving her. âI do care about her,â she says softly. âA lot. A helluva lot.â
âIâm glad,â smiles your dad. âBecause from what Iâve seen and heard you seem real nice, and Iâd hate to have to hate you if you broke my little girlâs heart.â
Melissa holds you fatherâs gaze. âIâm not perfect. A long way from it, actually. Iâm grouchy and hot tempered, but I promise the last thing I want to do is hurt her. She means too much to me.â She pauses. âThat, and youâd have to join the queue in kicking my ass if I did.â
Now itâs your mumâs turn to smile. âLong queue, huh?â
The red head laughs. âI mean, I gotta lot of ass to kick, but that queue is already round the block. My best friend at the front of the line.â
âOuch,â winces your mother.Â
âYeah,â Melissa nods. âIâve already been warned that if it comes to picking sides my team is looking slim. But I have no intention of it ever coming to that.â
Your mother lifts her glass, touching it to Melissaâs. âSmart woman.â
Returning form the bathroom, you slide back into your seat, immediately feeling the shift in mood at the table. âEverything okay?â
In answer, Melissa rests her arm along the back of your chair, her fingers gentle stroking the top of your arm. You raise an eyebrow at the move, only to get a smile in return. âEverything is great, actually.â
*
Itâs not until later that night when you finally ask what had been said when you went to the bathroom. You hadnât asked on the car ride home, still riding the high of how well the evening had gone and the couple of glasses of wine that had gone along with it.Â
Melissa looks up at you from where sheâs propped up in bed, looking through her phone. âWhat?â she asks, looking at you over the top of her glasses in a way that shouldnât be as sexy as it is.Â
âTonight, when I went to the bathroom,â you repeat. âYou were all nervous before, then I come back and youâre all fine about it?â
âYour parents are nice people. Why wouldnât we get along?â she answers, her words frustratingly vague.Â
You narrow your eyes at her, not buying it. Sheâs not lying to you. That much you know. But you also know there is definitely more to this story. âWhat did they say?â
She sighs, putting down her phone. âAll right, so when you went to pee, I asked if they had any questions about, well, me. My age, that I might not be quite what they expected.â She pauses with a smirk. âBut your mom told me that actually, I kinda was what they expected?â
At this, you frown. Melissa is very different to your previous partners, so quite how sheâs what your mum expected youâre not quite sure.Â
âShe told me you have a type.â Melissaâs smirk is still firmly in place. It makes you slightly nervous.Â
This, again, is news to you. That you have a type at all, even more that your mother seems to think you have one. Turning out the light to the bathroom, you pause in the doorway, now not entirely sure you want to hear the rest of the conversation.  Â
âShe seems to think from your younger viewing habits that you like older women,â divulges the red head. âCybill Shepherd got a mention.â
At this your cheeks flame red and Melissaâs smile only grows more devious. She loves getting to tease you.
âSo she was right?â
âOh come on!â you exclaim. âCut poor little gay me some slack! between Cybill and that voice of hers, Christine Baranksi and the red head that played the daughter what hope did I have?â
Melissaâs shoulders begin to shake before she finally laughs. Really laughs.Â
You roll your eyes, but part of you canât help but enjoy the red headâs delight at your reaction. Turning off the light, you crawl into bed next to her.
âYouâre adorable,â says Melissa as she calms down, pulling you into her arms.Â
âShut up,â you mumble into her shoulder.
âWanna know what else your mom said?â
You groan against her skin. There was more?â
âI hear youâre a Meryl Streep fan.â Even without seeing her face, you know sheâs grinning.Â
âOh come on!â you exclaim. âWho isnât? The woman is an ever-appealing chameleon.â
The red head nods in the darkness. âFair,â she concedes. âWhat about Xena?â
Youâre glad youâve turned the lights off as your cheeks flame red. Youâre going to murder your mother. âI was a fan of strong female lead roles,â you huff defensively.
âUh huh,â hums Melissa. âSo no credit to the wardrobe department?â
âYouâre mean,â you mumble.
She laughs. âNo, Iâm not.  Iâm just enjoying this glimpse into the inner workings of your formative years.â
Taking your face from where itâs been hidden against her shoulder, you shift to press a kiss to her jaw. You have to smile. Sheâs enjoying this too much, and looking back, your teenage crushes were laughable in their less than subtle nature. Especially given the fact you had no idea a the time. âIt might amuse you to hear that at the time, I genuinely thought I just preferred shows with strong female characters. It wasnât until years later I realised I fancied the absolute pants off them.â
The arm that had been wrapped around you pulls you more tightly to her. âIâm glad you had that all figured out by the time you met me,â she smiles. âI wouldnât have had the patience to wait years.â
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Off-Script - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic
Tomura's been Dabi's stunt double for almost a decade, and he's not easily impressed, but when he squares up with you for a fight scene, he finds himself caught off-guard in more ways than one. As the shoot progresses and sparks fly between the two of you, Tomura has to decide if you're worth the risk -- or if the best sparring partner he's ever had is all you'll ever be. (cross-posted to Ao3)
This is my second fic for @threadbaresweater's follower milestone event, with the prompt 'summer blockbuster'! As usual, thank you for running this event and congratulations on the milestone!
Act 1 Act 2
Act 1
âNo.â
âNo?â Midoriya Izuku repeats. He taps his headset, like thereâs something wrong with it instead of what Dabi just said. âWhat do you mean?â
âI donât do swordfighting,â Dabi says. âItâs in my contract.â
Midoriya looks baffled, just like every newbie director whoâs ever hit their head against one of the batshit provisions in Dabiâs contracts. And Dabiâs not anywhere close to done with kicking the director around. âHow come Iâve got a sword, anyway? Quicksilver didnât have one in any of the other movies. Or the comics.â
In Tomuraâs opinion, Dabi should keep his mouth shut about what happens in the X-Men comics. Everything he knows about the comics and the character he plays is something Tomura had to explain to him way too many times, in detail. âWeâre rebooting the Apocalypse arc,â Midoriya says. âThe premise is that Apocalypse rises in every age â long enough for people to forget about him in between â and the same characters have been fighting him the whole time, reincarnated over and over again. Only this time itâs different, because four of those characters have been chosen as Horsemen, and theyâre fighting for Apocalypse, not against him.â
âGreat. Why is there a swordfight?â
âIn the original arc, technology provided a boost to the anti-Apocalypse forces,â Midoriya says. âBy setting it in the Iron Age, weâre taking that advantage away. Thatâs why everyone has weapons. Including Quicksilver.â
âCool.â Dabi lights up a cigarette. âIâm still not doing it.â
âBut ââ
âThatâs what I pay him for.â Dabi jerks a thumb at Tomura. âTalk to him.â
Tomuraâs been Dabiâs stunt double for basically all of Dabiâs career. Most stunt doubles stick to stunts, but over the years, Tomuraâs role has expanded from stunts to include anything Dabi doesnât feel like doing. Swordfighting isnât a stunt. It should be well within Dabiâs skills. And it is â he just doesnât want to do it. Which means that Tomuraâs up.
Midoriya looks at Tomura hopefully. Tomura levers himself up off the wall and rolls his shoulders. âYeah, okay. Letâs go.â
Midoriya follows him to costume and makeup, yapping the whole way, trying to figure out what he did to upset Dabi so much. Tomura thinks about explaining that itâs not Midoriyaâs problem and Dabiâs just like that, then decides against it. Midoriyaâs the one who decided not to recast Quicksilver, and Dabi isnât exactly known for being easy to work with. He made his own bed. Tomuraâs not here to tuck him in, and heâs not here to make excuses for Dabi. Heâs here to do stunts. Thatâs it.
Quicksilverâs costume isnât skintight, which makes it miles better than any of the other Quicksilver suits Tomuraâs had to wear since Dabi was first cast in the franchise. Itâs his first time in the outfit, so he asks the costumer about it. âThere was no Lycra in the Iron Age,â Magne explains as she stitches one last panel into place. âThe director wanted historically accurate materials. And the SFX team threatened to quit if they had to edit any more bulges out of the shots.â
Thatâs a relief. Whenever a new movie in the franchise comes out, the fan blogs make lists ranking all the bulges, which is awkward at best and career-threatening at worst, given the one time a list used a shot where Tomura was doubling Dabi and ranked it higher than Dabi had ever placed on his own. Midoriya is deeply weird, even as far as directors go, but Tomura will take the wins where he can get them.
He tunes back in to what Midoriyaâs saying as Magne screws around with his hair to mimic Quicksilverâs signature look. âWho am I fighting again?â
âPsylocke. You read the script, right?â
Sure, Tomura read the script. The script isnât the problem so much as the fact that the actress playing Psylocke quit last week. âDid you find a new one?â
âOf course!â Midoriya brightens up creepily fast. âRight, you should meet her! Sheâs â um ââ
âUp at the site already,â Magne says, spraying Tomura with hairspray without warning him first. âShe was pretty quick to costume. I didnât even have to put her in a wig.â
Midoriya beams. âSheâs great,â he says. âWeâre lucky we found her on such short notice.â
âWho is she?â
Midoriya says a name Tomuraâs never heard in his life. Magne hasnât heard it, either. âCome again?â
âSheâs on the newer side,â Midoriya says. His smileâs looking a little insane. âAre you ready yet?â
âJust a sec.â Magne sprays Tomura again, then attaches three motion-capture dots to his forehead. âThere we go. All set.â
Tomura stands up, but he doesnât get clear fast enough to avoid Magneâs customary ass-slap. âBreak a leg,â she says.
âThanks.â Tomura slinks out of the costume tent, already in a mood.
They drive to the site in one of the various beat-to-shit Jeeps Midoriya inherited from the person who directed the last X-Men movie. Midoriya drives, which is bad all on its own, but halfway there, Tomura realizes thereâs someone missing. âDonât we need Aizawa on this?â
âAizawaâs choreographing the first big fight scene. Most of the actors havenât done real swordfighting before, so itâs taking a while.â Midoriyaâs grip on the steering wheel goes white-knuckled in a way that makes Tomura wonder if he should be bailing out of the car. Heâs pretty sure he can do it without getting a single bruise. âEven if itâs just for a few tracking shots before we cut away to you â sorry, Dabi â chasing Psylocke, it needs to look good.â
Thatâs fair. Tomura hates a lazy background shot, on the rare occasions when he watches a movie. Midoriya glances at him. âI know you said you read the script, but â give me your take on whatâs going on in the scene.â
Tomuraâs heard Midoriya ask people that before. Correction: Heâs heard him ask actors before. âIâm not an actor.â
âThereâs not a ton of dialogue in this scene. The physical aspect has to tell the story,â Midoriya says. âSo?â
Heâs not going to let this go. Tomura decides to get it over with. âDuring the main fight, Psylocke lifts the artifact everybodyâs fighting over and runs. Quicksilver goes to catch her, but she uses her mutation to slow down time around him, which puts him on the same playing field as she is. They fight, he pulls her mask off, and figures out she used to be on his side. Then she cheap-shots him and escapes with half the artifact. Did I get it?â
Midoriya nods, but heâs frowning. âQuicksilver and Psylocke are foil characters in this interpretation of the story. Heâs Magnetoâs son and sheâs part of a family of heroes. When they recognize each other, it should be a shock â theyâre not just seeing a friend whoâs now an enemy, theyâre each seeing the person they should have been. So the back half of the fight should, like, reflect that.â
Tomura doesnât do emotional turmoil. âYou want Dabi for this.â
âThat was the plan,â Midoriya says. He sighs. âJust â do your best, okay?â
Tomura was doing high-wire stunts while Midoriya was still in high school. He doesnât need hyping up for a swordfight he can do in his sleep. But just because he can do it in his sleep doesnât mean the actress Midoriya pulled out of a cattle call will be any good at it. âDoes Psylocke 2.0 know what sheâs doing?â
âThatâs why I picked her.â
Huh. Tomura crosses his arms over his chest and slouches in his seat for the remainder of the ride.
The site is up on a bluff, in a stretch of forest thick enough that barely any sunlight gets through. âThis is supposed to be a nighttime scene, but thanks to the tree cover we can fake it,â Midoriya explains as he parks the Jeep and scrambles out. âHey, guys! Over here!â
The crew looks like theyâve been waiting a while. Tomura knows most of them after spending the last seven years on the sets of various X-Men movies and hanging out at C-list afterparties. Of the group, he really only gets along with Spinner, who handles props. Everybody else is just someone else to be irritated with when they inevitably start bossing Tomura around. He props his feet on the dashboard and waits for something to happen.
âPsylocke! Quicksilver! Over here!â
Midoriyaâs beckoning to him. Tomura forgot about Midoriyaâs habit of using character names during shoots, and he thought Dabi was just using it as something to bitch about until right now. Itâs annoying as hell. Tomura gets out of the car and skulks over, but someone else gets there first. Midoriyaâs talking to her as Tomura approaches. âI know the script says youâre shooting with Dabi, but he, um, doesnât do swordfights, so he sent his stunt double instead.â
âOh.â
âItâs not you,â Midoriya says hurriedly. âHeâs just having an off day.â
âAn off year,â Tomura corrects. Midoriya jumps, steps aside, and gives Tomura his first look at you.
He sees right away what Magne meant about your hair â you match Psylockeâs design from the comments in length and color, even if the textureâs wrong. Youâre a little shorter than the original actress, and you donât look like an actress, even though the makeup artists already got to you. Actresses in big-budget films look a lot like each other, because theyâre all wearing the same makeup and getting the same plastic surgeries, and theyâre all the same kind of hot. You look way too much like a person. Like you should be behind the camera, not in front of it.
As Tomura sizes you up, heâs well aware that youâre doing the same thing to him, probably having the same thoughts. But you smile and hold out your hand to shake. âHi. Iâm looking forward to working with you.â
Tomura shakes your hand for lack of anything better to do. âGo see Spinner for props,â Midoriya instructs, âand think about how you want to do this. Maybe get in character also? Iâm not sure how many takes weâll get before the light changes.â
âGot it,â you say. âSpinner is ââ
âThe guy with the swords,â Tomura says. Itâs hard not to roll his eyes, and it gets harder when you fall into step beside him. Spinner is waiting for you both behind the props table. âHey.â
âI was expecting Dabi,â Spinner says, picking up a sword. When Tomura reaches for it, Spinner chucks it to one side and lifts another. âI was gonna give him that one, but youâre better than he is, so I can trust you with this.â
Instead of the kodachi, heâs holding out a tachi to Tomura. âSee how you like the balance on that. And for you, Psylocke â one katana, coming right up.â
Tomura keeps one eye on you and your sword while heâs testing the balance on his. Youâre not being stupid with it, at least not yet. Holding it properly is the lowest possible bar, but Tomuraâs met plenty of actors who canât even manage that, and at least your grip looks solid. You walk a few steps away to practice sheathing and unsheathing it, and Spinner elbows Tomura. He nods in your direction. âWhat do you think?â
âWhat rock did Midoriya find her under?â
âI think sheâs a stage actor,â Spinners says. Great. âMainly musicals. Sheâs never gotten cast as anything bigger than an understudy.â
Tomura would facepalm, except heâs holding a sword. âStill,â Spinner says speculatively, âthe directorâs not a total moron. He must have seen something he likes.â
âYeah. He likes not having to blow the costume budget on a wig,â Tomura says, probably a little too loudly. He sees your shoulders stiffen, and you turn to face him. You donât look like youâre going to cry or anything, but Tomuraâs been wrong about that before. âWhat?â
âI was just going to ask if you wanted to practice, or if weâre doing it blind,â you say. Before Tomura can answer, you make the decision. âI say blind. Itâll look more authentic if weâve never fought each other before.â
Tomura likes that idea, if only because the chaos will mask his total lack of acting skills, but he was counting on a practice round to test your actual abilities. Still, itâs your funeral. âFine by me. Iâm not going to go easy on you or anything.â
âIâm glad,â you say, and smile. Tomura already saw you smile once, but it was nowhere close to being this spooky. You have to be doing it on purpose. âI wasnât planning to go easy on you, either.â
Tomura should say something â maybe along the lines of âwe just got off on the wrong foot, donât cut my fucking head offâ â but before he can, Midoriya orders everyone to places. He must have given you instructions ahead of time, because you vanish into the trees, leaving Tomura to follow Midoriyaâs hyperspecific directions for hitting his first mark. âWeâre just going to roll,â he says, as Tomura steps out of frame and braces himself to run. âIâll call cut once things go sideways.â
Things go sideways in choreographed fight scenes all the time. Things going sideways in an improvised fight is a guarantee. âRight.â
âPsylocke, are you set?â
âSet,â you call out from somewhere.
Midoriya takes a deep breath, like heâs the one whoâs about to start a fake fight. âOkay. Action!â
Fake-running and skidding to a stop isnât Tomuraâs specialty or anything, but he can make it work. He hits the mark Midoriya specified, raises his hand to the hilt of his sword without drawing it, and takes a look around. Right here and now, thereâs no reason for Quicksilver to think that someoneâs about to attack him. Even Psylocke using her powers to slow him down could just be a tactic to ensure her escape. Sheâs basically already escaped. All Quicksilver has to do is wait for her grip on time to slacken, and then â
A twig snaps behind Tomura and he throws himself forward into a roll, pivoting as he gets to his knees and drawing his sword in the same moment. You put a lot of strength and a lot of momentum into your first strike, and if this was a real fight, Tomura would be injured or dead. As it is, you checked yourself at the last second, and you take your time settling into your next attack, giving Tomura just a second or two to plan out his own.
No attack yet. His wingspan is wider than yours and the blade of his sword is longer, which means the first step for Quicksilver to avoid a katana through the neck is to get out of Psylockeâs range. Youâre not screwing around, so Tomura wonât, either â he picks up a handful of leaf litter, throws it into your face, and gets to a safe distance, remembering at the last second to make it look even sort of stylized. Itâs a movie, after all.
Youâre taking it seriously. The suddenness of your first attack has Tomura on edge, and the lack of any direction or choreography means heâs got no idea what youâre going to do. They wonât be in the back half of the fight until he pulls your mask down, and haphazard grabs look stupid on camera. He needs to get your mask on the first try, and between now and then, he needs to put on a show.
Tomura strikes at you, and you duck, pivot, halfway inside his guard before he can reverse the strike. But youâre in too close to use your katana effectively â on purpose â and Tomura aims a punch at your torso, hoping you know how to fake a hit. You do. You exhale sharply, jerk backwards, and Tomura separates from you again.
Who the hell are you? Where did you come from? Why are you going this hard? It occurs to Tomura as he parries your counterstrike and returns a few of his own that these are the same thoughts Quicksilver would be having if any of this was real. Now that Tomuraâs introduced hand-to-hand combat into the equation, you start using it, too, throwing a high kick that brushes ever so slightly against Tomuraâs jaw. Tomura snaps his head sideways to make it look good, then lurches backwards in response to a fake punch to the solar plexus. Heâs holding his own, and heâs in control of the fight, but to the camera and everybody else itâs going to look like Psylocke is handing Quicksilver his ass.
And you should be. Tomura underestimated you, then insulted you, and now youâre making him pay. But as interesting as the fightâs getting, itâs a movie, not a grudge match. Tomura shortens his attacks and you step in closer, close enough for him to grab your mask. Or it would be, if your face was where itâs supposed to be. Instead youâve gotten all the way inside Tomuraâs guard, stepped across him, and grabbed his shoulder with your free hand â and now youâre throwing him over your hip to the ground.
Youâve got the physical strength to pull it off â Tomura can feel it â but he gives you some help anyway, making the resulting fall look even harder than itâs supposed to. He lands flat on his back with you poised above him, pinning him down with your katana at the ready. Now would be a great time to grab the artifact, since itâs hanging on a loop around your neck, but Tomuraâs got his orders, as stupid as they are. He reaches up, seizes the mask over your mouth and nose, and pulls it down.
You really can act. Tomura watches your expression shift from startled to shocked to something else, and you recoil backwards away from him. Tomuraâs slow to rise, because Quicksilverâs supposed to be shocked, too. Dabiâs going to have to deal with whatever character choices Tomuraâs making here, and heâs going to be pissed. Tomura doesnât care. If Dabi wanted to have a say over what this fight looks like, he should have done it himself.
Youâre pulling your mask over your face, pressing it down. Youâre so busy with it that Tomura almost gets away clean with grabbing the artifact from around your neck. You catch him at the last minute and pull it back, and it splits cleanly between his hand and yours. You take one artfully reckless swing with your katana and Tomura ducks back just a little farther than he needs to. Which is when you turn and run, booking it out of frame and towards the far edge of the woods.
Some camera guy â Iida, Tomura thinks â chases after you. Tomuraâs off the hook, but he holds still anyway. Heâs gotten yelled at more than a few times for moving before the directorâs officially called cut. But Midoriya isnât calling cut. He keeps not calling it. Tomura can hear him, though. Heâs muttering to himself.
âHey, boss-man!â hollers the unit director â Togata, or something. âWant to call a cut?â
âOh, oops! Cut! Definitely cut.â Midoriya sounds like he couldnât give less of a shit. When Tomura turns to look at him, heâs got a notebook and heâs writing furiously. And mumbling again. Tomuraâs worked with a lot of directors and more than a few weird ones, and once he rules out the hand fetishist and the guy who wanted the fight scenes to include real knives and real blood, Midoriyaâs definitely the weirdest.
You come back from wherever you ran off to, and you donât seem to think Midoriyaâs as weird as everyone else does. âAre we waiting for notes?â
âHuh?â
âAfter we run a scene in a stage show, we get notes,â you say. Youâre not quite breathing hard. Neither is Tomura. âDo you not do that around here?â
âNah,â Togata or whoever says. âUsually the director just hollers at whoever screws up and makes everybody do another take.â
âOkay,â you say slowly. âWho screwed up? Was it me?â
âYou certainly took some liberties with the scene,â Iida says. âThe original intent ââ
âYou want original intent, donât tell us to improv,â Tomura says. The fight with you was maybe the most intense fight scene heâs ever done. When Midoriya inevitably nixes it, Tomura wants a copy. He addresses you. âIt wasnât you. Somebody on the sound side probably fucked up.â
âExcuse me?â The sound tech â maybe Jiro? â looks like she wants to club Tomura to death with a boom mic. âI fucked up? If you two hadnât gotten all ââ
âMidoriya,â Togata sings out, patting Midoriya on the shoulder. Midoriya jumps. âHey! Good to have you back! Should we get set for another take?â
âNo.â
Mirio looks confused. Heâs not the only one. âAre we taking this one back to the drawing board?â
âNo.â Midoriya shuts his notebook and looks up, his eyes shining in the crazy way movie people get when they have a really wild idea. âThat was the take. Weâre done.â
âWhat?â
âThat was it.â Midoriyaâs grinning. âIt was perfect.â
Now you look weirded out. Finally. âNo notes?â
âWe need some close-ups, but ââ Midoriya grabs his radio and hollers for somebody to put Dabi in his costume â â you guys did a great job. Like, even the timing â itâs going to be so easy to use those beats for close-ups, and all the character stuff â you were so in sync it was scary, but emotionally you were each totally on your own journey, and it looked ââ
âHey, take a breath. Donât faint,â Jiro instructs. Midoriya sucks down some air, and Jiro turns to you. âYou did your first fight scene in one take. Congrats.â
Spinner lifts the sword out of Tomuraâs hand, then takes the two halves of the artifact from both of you. Tomuraâs done here for now. Heâll hitch a ride back on the Jeep that brings Dabi up and find a place to nap. Hopefully. He feels a little too keyed up to take a break right now.
Youâre still standing there, looking sort of dazed. It annoys Tomura for a second, until he remembers that youâre used to understudying in musicals, not shooting superhero movies. âHey,â he says, and you startle. âThat was a solid fight. Youâre better than I thought.â
âThatâs not hard,â you say. âAll I had to do to be better than you thought Iâd be was to not impale myself or anybody else.â
âI havenât seen you work before today. Sue me,â Tomura says. âYou know what youâre doing. That was a really good fight.â
You shrug. It pisses Tomura off. Fishing for compliments always does, and Tomura hates it â but instead of telling you to grow up, he tries to hit you over the head with it for real. âYou might not know your head from your ass yet, but I do, and it was a good scene. I havenât had a fight like that in ââ
Years? A decade? Tomura doesnât think heâs ever been in a fake fight that felt real without actually feeling unsafe. âThatâs the best one Iâve done in a long time,â he says finally. âYouâre a real actress now. That modesty shit isnât cute.â
You shrug again and make your way over to where Midoriya and Iida are talking. Youâre probably going to ask Midoriya if you did something wrong, and heâll get weird and reshoot the whole thing. Or he wonât, and heâll think youâre insecure, which drives most directors up the wall. The fight scene was good on the first take. That never happens. Excuse Tomura for wanting to enjoy it.
âShigaraki,â Spinner says from behind Tomura, and Tomura looks at him. âThatâs not how you talk to girls.â
âHuh?â
âYou, like â negged her. A lot,â Spinner says. Bullshit. Tomura knows what negging is. He knows he wasnât doing it. âYou told her she sucks, and then you told her she doesnât suck as much as you thought she did. And then you trashed her whole career before now ââ
âWhen did I do that?â Tomuraâs done with this. âI said she knew what she was doing.â
âUh, yeah. She took you to the cleaners on camera,â Spinner says. âAnd I hate to be the one to say this, but you looked really into it.â
What does he mean, into it? Tomura was doing his job. If he doesnât get into it, he has to do extra takes. âSo, like I said,â Spinner continues, âif you want to talk to girls and have it go anywhere, you have to give actual compliments. Not just tell her youâre surprised she wasnât worse.â
âThatâs not what I said,â Tomura growls. He doesnât like anything about this conversation â not what Spinnerâs implying, not what Spinnerâs telling him to do. âSince when do you give me advice about girls?â
âSince Iâve gone on a date in the last six months,â Spinner says without blinking. âWhen was the last time you went out?â
âIâve been busy.â
âDabi spent the last six months in rehab. You could have gotten out there,â Spinner says. Tomura glares at him. âAll you did was work out and play League.â
âThatâs what I was busy doing,â Tomura says. âI donât need lessons on talking to girls.â
âSure,â Spinner says. âGive her a real compliment next time. Itâll help.â
Itâll help with what? Tomura doesnât know what Spinner thought he saw, but whatever it is, it wasnât there. Tomura doesnât date actresses. Or actors, in spite of what a bunch of Dabiâs fans seem to think is going on between the two of them. And even if Tomura was going to date an actress, he wouldnât date somebody like you â somebody new to all of this, somebody naĂŻve, somebody whose confidence can barely survive a single hit. Maybe youâll be the kind of actress Tomura would date if you make it through this shoot alive. The fact that no actress would ever date Tomura doesnât matter at all.
Even if this is the only blockbuster you ever do, heâll get to fight you at least one more time. Thereâs another fight scene between Quicksilver and Psylocke later on in the script. As Tomura leans against a tree waiting for his ride to show up while you talk way too earnestly to Midoriya, he finds that heâs already looking forward to it.
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Guilty As Sin - Andy Barber x Reader
A/N: This is my entry to @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420 's Cum Together Extravaganza! As soon as I saw the prompt 'The one who (almost) got away' I knew I had to write something for our favourite lawyer!
Summary: Someone from Andy's past walks back into his life after over a decade, after keeping his longings locked will he finally admit his feelings?
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: FLUFF! The insinuation of Masturbation! FLUFF!!!!!â
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Andy let out a big yawn as he leant back in his chair and raised his arms above his head to stretch out his back. He glanced at his watch to see it was almost lunch time yet it felt like 5 pm. Heâd stayed up late last night to work through the evidence for this case, something he was slightly regretting now. But if it meant the victim got the justice they deserved then a little lack of sleep would be worth it, heâd sleep when it was over.
He grabbed his mug from the desk taking a large sip of his coffee which he may as well just pump straight into his veins at this point when there was a knock at his door. âCome inâ he called out as he set his mug back down.
Lynn, his boss walked in holding a folder âIâm guessing you didnât get much sleep last night?â she said knowingly, brow ached.Â
Andy gave her a lop-sided smile âSleep is for the weak, what can I do for you? Is that another case?â he asked nodding to the file.Â
âNo, Iâm just here to let you know the new ADA will be joining you on this case, itâs gathering more and more media attention so I want my best team on it and I donât want you working yourself to death on itâ Lynn explained with a knowing look.Â
Andy arched a brow in confusion, he didnât realise they were looking for another ADA, let alone hired one ânew ADA?âÂ
Lynn nodded âJust transferred from New York, theyâre very good with a record that rivals yoursâ
Andy hummed âWell thatâs good but I donât need the help on this case, Iâve got it covered,â he said with a shake of his head.
âThis wasnât a requestâ Lynn said as someone else knocked on Andyâs door âThatâs herâ Lynn moved back towards the door before Andy could protest.Â
Any protests he did have though died in his throat when he saw exactly who the new ADA was. It was like seeing a ghost and falling back into a time wormhole all at the same time.Â
âY/N,â he said before he even realised he was speaking, shooting up from his seat like heâd been electrocuted nearly knocking over his coffee.Â
âAndy, long time no seeâ You smiled warmly back at him.Â
Andy grinned back at you as he stepped out from behind his desk to walk over to you. He instinctively went to hug you but it had been over a decade since heâd seen you which made him hesitate.Â
He stopped just short of you instead and pushed his hands into his pockets to stop himself from reaching out âYou could say that againâ
âYou two know each other?â Lynn asked, brow arched.Â
âWe went to law school togetherâ you explained, still smiling at Andy, not looking back at Lynn.
âYeah Y/N was my only competition for the top of the classâ Andy smirked unable to take his eyes off you.
âThere was no real competition thoughâ you chuckled with a knowing look up at Andy.
âI guess thatâs why you ended up being a big shot lawyer in New Yorkâ Andy grinned.Â
Andy couldnât believe you were here. When you parted ways at the end of law school he didnât expect to ever run into you again and it killed him. You had been his best friend, he honestly didnât think heâd gotten through law school if it wasnât for you. You pushed each other to do better, creating a healthy competition which neither of you cared about winning.Â
After spending so much time together it was only natural that Andy developed feelings for you but law school was so intense that youâd both said that dating anyone would be a dangerous distraction. So Andy kept his feelings hidden and buried in the hopes that once you graduated he could confess his feelings.Â
Fate was a cruel thing though as when you graduated you landed a big job in New York while Andy decided to stay in Boston. Andy had selfishly wanted to ask you to stay but he knew he couldnât let you pass up this opportunity for just him. So he once again buried his feelings and let you go.Â
The relationship he wanted with you remained in his mind. Over the years he tried to move on, he had partners but none of them captured his heart like you did. They were doomed from the start. Every time he thought he was over you, your name would appear on the news after winning another major case and heâd slip back into that maze that was his mental relationship with you. He wasnât ashamed to admit that on his loneliest nights, he would often picture himself with you, his desire crashing over him like waves.Â
When it came to you, he was guilty as sin.Â
âWell Iâll let you catch Y/N up on the case once you two finish catching up,â Lynn said with a pointed look âI hope this means no one will be staying up late on this case anymoreâÂ
You shrugged your shoulders âSleep is for the weakâÂ
Lynn rolled her eyes as she walked out muttering âIâve got two of them nowâÂ
Both you and Andy laughed âLet me get you caught upâ Andy said gesturing for you to take a seat.Â
Despite Lynnâs wishes you and Andy did end up working into the evenings together. But it was mostly because you were spending too much time catching up and acting like it was old times again. Currently, you were at Andyâs house pouring over the evidence while dining out on Chinese takeout.Â
âSo how come you decided to come back here? Getting too famous in New York?â Andy smirked as he dug through his chow mein.Â
You snorted leaning back in your chair, you shook your head âNo⊠I mean was I well known? Maybeâ you smirked âBut that wasnât the reasonâ Andy arched a brow in silent question âI wanted to become a lawyer to get the little guys justice, help victims, but in New York, I just ended up doing loads of fraud and corporate based crimesâ you explained âI mean it felt good to take down these big rich guys who thought they were untouchable but it didnât feel like I was actually helping the little guyâ you sighed âI asked my boss for those sort of jobs but he said I was better suited to these corporate cases and I should leave the other cases to those who wouldnât get emotionally invested AKA the menâ
Andy frowned âThatâs bullshitâ he said, he didnât even know who your old boss was but the anger he felt made him want to hunt him down and give him a piece of his mind.Â
You shrugged âYeah so I handed in my notice and looked to transfer back hereâ you said with a small lopsided smile.Â
Andy pursed his lips, ever since you walked back into his life he wondered why you had chosen to come back. He hoped that he was at least part of the reason. Heâd put off asking you for so long that it was impossible not to ask now.Â
He plastered a smirk onto his face âDid you miss me?â
You chuckled quietly âI did actuallyâ you admitted before taking a deep breath âIt kinda felt like this was the place I needed to come back toâ
Andy nodded, looking down at his food to hide the hope that was blossoming on his face âWell this place is definitely better with you in itâÂ
You snorted shaking your head âNah I bet you found someone else to compete withâ you smirked.
Andy shook his head âThereâs Neil, stay away from him by the wayâ he pointed over to you with his chopsticks âbut heâs pretty lousy competition, even after I taught him everything I knewâÂ
You chuckled âNoted,â you said before pausing for a moment âbut thereâs no one else? No⊠Mrs Barber to be that youâve yet to introduce me toâ
Andy shook his head âNope, just me myself and Iâ he told you.Â
You arched a brow âIâm surprised. I thought youâd have girls fawning over you once law school was overâ you admitted.
Andy gave you a bashful smile âNo, I mean Iâve dated but nothing thatâs stuck⊠guess Iâve been holding out for something, someone elseâ Andy admitted quietly hoping you didnât pick up on the hidden meaning.Â
You just nodded understandingly âitâs been the same for me, except the thing Iâm holding out for has only ever happened in my headâ
Andyâs brows pinched together âWhat do you mean?â he asked.Â
You let out a long sigh as you put your container back down on the table and cleared your throat âWell this confession wasnât one I was planning to make before drinking copious amounts of alcohol but I guess thereâs no time like the presentâ you sighed âI had a massive crush on you in law school and I was kinda hoping that once we graduated that something would happenâÂ
Andy blinked in surprise, his lips parted as he took in that information and tried to make sense of it âBut- but when you got the job offer you said there was nothing keeping you in Bostonâ Andy recalled.Â
It was a painful memory that he wished he could forget but never could. He regularly went back and wondered what he could have said differently to change your mind only to decide that he didnât want to change your mind.Â
You huffed quietly âI think I was just protecting myself by lying⊠and part of me, well part of me hoped that youâd say you were a reason to stayâ you admitted.Â
Andy sat back in his chair in shock. You had wanted him to say what heâd wanted to say. All of this time you both wanted the same thing and neither of you was brave enough to say it.Â
âI wanted toâ he admitted quietly.
Your brows rose slightly in surprise âYou did? Your voice was full of disbelief âWhy didnât you?â
Andy sighed âBecause I didnât want to be the reason you missed out on a great opportunity, I didnât want to you regret it years down the line and hate me for itâÂ
âMy only regret is not having youâ you said quietly.Â
Andy put his food down as he stood up from his chair and walked around the table to crouch down next to you âWell⊠you can have me now if you still want me because Iâve been in love with you ever since you wiped the floor with me first week of law schoolâ he smirked.
You laughed as you recalled that day âI promise my flirting technique has improved since thenâÂ
Andy laughed and shook his wondering how on earth you both were so blind all this time âSo do you want me?â he asked.
You nibbled your lower lip and nodded your head âIâve always wanted you Barberâ
Andy grinned as he cupped your cheek and kissed you deeply and passionately to make up for all the years wasted. Still not quite believing how the one who got away became the one who almost got away.
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IWTV S2 Ep8 Musings - Loustat (SPOILERS) Pt2: Reunion
You don't know the HALF of what Lestat feels for Louis, to let YOUR grimy arse steal his man, just for LOUIS's happiness. ANYTHING for Louis.
Am I the only one who felt left hanging? We BEEN knew it didn't make sense, but what's your POINT, exactly? If Louis misremembered Lestat whispering, it's just par for the course about the odyssey of recollection. But if Lestat DID do telepathy, is that evidence of...what? That the vampire bond works differently than what's been explained? That he COULD read Lou's mind? AMC, this is AGGRAVATING.
Your goose is COOKED, my guy.
The copium & denial pack Louis was smoking as he laughed was đ€
That's right, start sweating!
Master manipulation; cuz he certainly would NOT have, as we soon find out. ANYTHING for Louis. (Dang, Imma have to take back some of what I said about Lestat's character development not having started yet.)
I was shocked. I was NOT expecting this plot twist. I was ready to throw Lestat out with the rest of the TRASH, in the DUMP. Well dang. Guess I'll only leave him rotting in a TINY landfill.
I nearly SCREAMED--@nashvillethotchicken and I were talking about Loustat as Bobby and Whitney ages ago! I cannot BELIEVE AMC threw in a New Edition reference in the year of our lord 2024; y'all are diabolical AF, Rolin, STOP IT.
I wonder if AMC used Hurricane Odette cuz the OG script was set in pandemic!2020, so it would make sense that a year later Louis would head back to NOLA during 2021 when Hurricane Odette last hit.
That looks like NOLA's Pontchartrain Hotel--lemme find out he bumped into the Mayfairs when Rowan & them were in town, LOL.
Lestat got more aliases than the KGB; meanwhile Louis just sprinkles his long AF unique AF name all over the place. đ€Š But I guess it's ok, since the tour guide never mentioned him & Claudia by name. (Not Tom Anderson in another finale, LOL.) Louis so offended the tour guide said he ran a voodoo cult. XD
Fall of the House of Lioncourt-Melmouth.
You're gosh darned right! THEE Louis of Troy is in the building!
You love to see it. "A wearisome fledgling; all the millennials are--" not Lestat making PALE PROXIES of rat-catcher extraordinare LDPDL out of millennials. đ
Lestat, if you don't get your crazy arse outta here with that bloodstained wooden keyboard Imma ROTFLMFAO.
NO JOKE, I effed up my friend's whole set when I started screaming "Siri, Pause," cuz my friend's Siri started freaking out and effed up the volume! XD
HERE WE EFFING GOOOOOOOO
(Best scene all season, fight me on this)
You know this was TEARING Lestat up, cuz of what happened in 1973--I gave Louis to you so you could do BETTER by him than EYE did, and instead it's NICKI ALL OVER AGAIN.
Imma smack him--this is NOT the time to be self-loathing, Lestat!
NOLA is my home--and the SAINT is not a city--I'm gonna cry.
He did. He just forgot, when reality settled in and the allure/nostalgia/glamour wore off. "I tried to make nights awful for you." Not the whole time, Louis. Y'all actually were happy b4--even Claudia said "the easy times" stopped after Florence died; and esp. after Charlie died. Lou can't be blamed for grieving his mom's death, and he definitely can't be blamed for Lestat & Claudia falling out after Charlie. Everything that happened after that--the 7 years of depression--was ALSO Lestat's fault. "I wanted you to suffer, cuz I was suffering;" I'm glad Les just waved that aside and said they BOTH wronged e/o.
He's not suicidal anymore then! He has nights in front of him to look forward to! So Lou can finally "learn to live honestly" with HIMSELF.
And Lestat dove RIGHT ON IN with that! He's been carrying that with him for DECADES, worried about Louis & what happened.
I LOVE that Les' language changes (the way his voice CRACKS and goes so TINY, oml)--he asked Lou in 1973 if he was "ill," and if something had happened TO him; so as to not spook/trigger or blame him--but he can ask more candidly now in a (relatively) "healthier" 2024 if Lou tried to hurt/kill himself; and get a more candid/honest answer. CLOSURE, y'all, I'm gonna cry.
GOOOOOOD. Don't EVER forget your daughter. Y'all need to have a Claudia Memorial; to KEEP remembering her, as she was in all her vampiric splendour, the good times AND the bad times.
I KNOW this hurt Louis to his effing core. The way Jacob cried FIRE!
I'm so glad Lou hugged him--YES YOU WERE, Uncle Les. And you KNOW it; you FELT that bond b/t y'all, even if she never looked at you. The distance b/t y'all was in name only, cuz a little Black girl couldn't have TWO daddies in 1917 and have one of them be white on top of it. I AM YOUR MAKER, sure, but you were her BLOOD FATHER, and she loved you, which is why she hoped you'd help her.
ANOTHER ROUND IN THE STORMY ROMANCE OF YOU TWO. đđ
What are these magical off-mic speeches/pep-talks Louis keeps giving people in Season 2?!? THE PEOPLE WANNA KNOW, gosh darnit!
DRATS.
I get why Jam said they thought the Loustat ending was "satisfying." It was nice, even though I'd've preferred to see Lestat in the Dubai penthouse at the end. :\
I LOVE THIS, AMC, thank you! â€ïž
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day 4 of @painlandweek !!
day 4 prompt: domestic au
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2061. charles and edwin have been together for over seven decades. they've been best friends AND lovers for nearly four decades. their non-lives are good. edwin reads about a certain comet passing close to earth soon, and both are determined to go out and watch it
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title from space girl by frances forever
this was inspired by one reblog on tumblr of a post about halley's comet saying the boys both could have seen it when they were alive. i saw it and the idea just came to me and Would Not Leave (it may have just been an excuse to make edwin a bit of a space nerd. apologies iâm projecting my nerdiness onto this traumatised edwardian boy)
also on ao3!!
you know the galaxies of my heart
Forever was such an unfathomable concept. The passage of time was so much different when there was no limit to how long you were going to be around. It also felt different depending on the people you surrounded yourself with. The first thirty-four years Charles and Edwin spent together seemed to have flown by in a flurry of mysteries and laughter. Since they were both dead, there was no visible aging to represent how much time had passed, so they very well could have lost track of what year it was. Then they met Niko and Crystal, and everything slowed down. The two of them had limited time, they aged, they needed to sleep every day. The pace of their afterlives seemed to slow to better match theirs â though it still felt like it passed faster than it had when they were alive, and they didnât like that. Niko and Crystalâs lives began passing quicker than either of them could prepare for, and by the time it had only felt like a couple of decades for the ghosts, in reality nearly forty years had passed. The girls were older, while the two of them still looked exactly the same as they had the day they had died. They also didnât like how much change came with the passage of time. The girls didnât join them every time they had a case now â they couldnât race around London as quickly as they had been able to in their youth. They were still vital members of the agency, of course, but it was different now. It was like Charles and Edwin were going back in time to their first few decades together whenever they were on a case just the two of them. It was odd, but it was predictably nostalgic.
On the days they didnât have Niko and Crystal around, and they didnât have any cases to work on, they would spend their time simply existing together. That had always been so easy for them, and had barely changed when, a while after they met the girls, their relationship had taken a romantic turn. It wasnât exactly the same â they did much different things in their free time than they had when âbest matesâ was all they were â but all in all, not much had changed. Theyâd been comfortable around each other and devoted to one another since the very beginning. The last forty years had just included a lot more physical and emotional intimacy than the thirty that had come before.
It was one of those quiet cosy days. The sight was one that often occurred on days like these, and had done for many decades by now: Edwin lying on the sofa â he could actually fit now, they had invested in a new, larger one since they moved offices back in the 2030s â with a book in one hand, the other in Charlesâs hair as he curled up beside him. Charlesâs eyes were closed. They couldnât sleep, but they agreed this, just existing in each otherâs space, was rest enough. Edwin was around halfway through the 2061 Night Sky Almanac, currently reading about the many comets that would be visible later in the year. He loved looking up into the night sky, admiring the vastness of the cosmos. It was one of the only things that had barely changed since his time â only now there was much more light pollution, so it was harder to truly see its beauty.
As he turned the page, he gasped softly. Whether for hearing the gasp or for feeling Edwinâs chest rise, Charles opened his eyes.
âYou okay, love?â
It had been nearly forty years, and still that nickname managed to send a comforting warmth through Edwinâs body.
âYes. Just reading thisâŠhave you heard of Halleyâs comet?â
âYeah?â
âIt only passes within visibility of Earth approximately every 76 years or so, and itâs passing by this year!â
âOh, brills! When?â
âIn a few weeks. Then it will be visible for several weeks after that.â
âWeâd better make plans then,â Charles said, kissing Edwinâs cheek.
âYou know,â Edwin smiled. âI saw Halley when I was alive.â
âReally?â
âMay 1910. I was just ten years old, at the time. My science teacher at St. Hilarionâs was quite an eccentric fellow, was always interested in the stars. Heâd taken our class out into the courtyard one night to watch it. Most of the boys merely messed around, of course. They were ten years old at a private boarding school, they didnât care for comets, they just took it as an excuse to get out of study time. But it always intrigued me. I think I was the only one who saw it in the end, a dot of bright green amongst the stars in the sky. It was beautiful. I spotted it another couple of times through my bedroom window before it passed, too.â
âWoah.â
âYes, Charles,â Edwin chuckled. âIt was very woah.â
âI nearly saw it too.â
âOf course, it would have passed nearby in⊠â86, too, wouldnât it?â
âYep. It was one of the school holidays so my friends had organised to go out into one of the fields nearby and camp out â well, a few of their girlfriends had. Theyâd invited us to go with, but none of the other guys were really that interested. I was though, I thought it was wicked. And although the guys were twats, even at 13, their girlfriends were pretty nice. I was good friends with a couple of them.â
âBut you didnât go in the end?â
âNo."
âHow come?â
âWhy dâyou think?â Charles let out a scoff, one Edwin had come to recognise whenever Charlesâs father had been mentioned in the past.
âOh.â
âHe wouldâve let me go if it was the guys, but âcause it was the girlsâŠhe really didnât like me having friends who were girls. I never really got why, âcause he was always asking if I had a girlfriend, but now Iâm pretty sure it was some homophobic bullshit, he didnât want me interested in âgirlyâ things. So, he grounded me. Locked my bedroom door from the outside so I couldnât sneak out. I could pick locks by that point, so I couldâve got out if I wanted, but I was just too scared of him finding out. And since my bedroom was in the basement, I had no windows, so I missed it. And then it was cloudy every night for the rest of the time it was meant to be visible, typical London.â
âIâm sorry your father didnât let you go.â
âNah, I got over it. It wasnât the worst thing he did.â
Edwin knew that too well. He was almost glad he and Paul Rowland had never met before the latter died. Knowing everything heâd done to Charles, to Charlesâs motherâŠhe wasnât sure what he would have done in the presence of that man.
Edwin hugged him tighter.
âWell, weâre going to see it this time. I promise.â
They had closed the agency for the night. Nothing was going to distract them from their plans. Over the last month, the plans had morphed from simply going out to watch the comet to turning it into a proper date. In all fairness, most of what they did together was as close to a âproper dateâ that the boys could get, whether they planned it that way or not. They couldnât eat or drink, so their âdatesâ usually consisted of simply being together, without any talk or worry about the agency or a case. It was their time to simply be in each otherâs company.
Theyâd found the spot they were going to go to. With their office being in the middle of London, they stood little chance of seeing the comet with all the light pollution, so had decided to travel. They were going to go to a field atop a hill in the countryside â one where they had been before whilst on a case. They had some vague knowledge of the area; including a cottage nearby that had a full-length mirror in the hallway.
âReady?â Charles asked, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and offering his arm to Edwin.
âReady,â Edwin replied, taking it.
Charles looked him up and down, admiring the boy he loved, the boy heâd seen every inch of over the last several decades, both physically and emotionally. While he had kept his everyday outfit practically the same since the day they had met, tonight Edwin had forgone the bow tie, instead having undone the top few buttons on his shirt, leaving his collarbones on show. He also didnât have his usual jacket, instead settling only for his sweater vest. His hair was different, too; it wasnât slicked back like usual, instead falling naturally, his slight curls tucked behind his ears. Whenever they were alone, Charles always found a way to run his hands through it, which always messed up its usual style, so Edwin had begun planning ahead for times like these.
He looked beautiful. Charles told him as such.
âThank you my dear,â Edwin smiled. âSo do you. As always.â
âOh, shut up.â
âMake me,â Edwin teased.
âAs much as I would love to do that, we have a once-in-a-lifetime comet to go and see.â
Edwin resisted the urge to point out that once-in-a-lifetime meant nothing to them since they were dead and had forever, but he was eager to see it tonight and wasnât entirely keen on having to potentially wait another seventy-six years.
âPoint taken,â he sighed, and reached his hand out to the mirror, focusing on their destination. âRight, letâs go.â
They stepped through the mirror together, arms still linked.
The cottage was owned by a living couple, neither of whom could see the dead, so the boys exited the house without any trouble. Charles reached into his backpack and took out a lantern â a lantern, Edwin noted, that was identical to the one he had brought for Charles in the attic the night they met, identical to the lantern Charles had carried through Hell and left there. Edwin smiled at the sentiment, took Charlesâs hand, and soon they arrived at their intended comet-watching spot. Theyâd been there to stargaze a couple of times since the case that made them aware of the area, but this time it was even more special.
Charles crouched on the ground, taking the bag off his back and opening it.
âYou know,â Edwin chuckled. âYou really didnât have to bring the blanket. Or the pillows. We wonât be able to feel the difference.â
âItâs about the principle, mate.â
Only Charles Rowland would be able to turn âmateâ into a romantic nickname, and keep it that way for several decades.
âYouâre still my best mate, thatâll never change,â he had explained the first time Edwin had questioned it after they were officially together â although that felt odd in itself since theyâd always been together. But they supposed there hadnât really been words invented to accurately describe the two of them. âBesides, it could also be short for soulmate, yâknow.â
Edwin couldn't argue with that.
Charles pulled the blanket out of the backpack â it was a large handmade one, knitted in blue and red with a design in the middle: two traditional cartoon ghosts, one wearing a bow tie and the other with a gold necklace and earring. To no oneâs surprise, it had been a gift from Niko back when she had found out it was the boysâ 40-year anniversary of knowing each other. That had meant it had also been 40 years since Charlesâs death, but that was never the main reason he remembered that date.
He laid the blanket out on the ground before reaching his arm into the bag again, rummaging around until he found the pillows he packed. He only noticed Edwinâs raised eyebrow and endearing smile when he finally looked up after taking several out.
âWhat?â Charles asked, arranging the pillows around one side of the blanket.
âYour dedication to our inconsequential comfort really is charming.â
âWhat can I say? Charming is my middle name,â he grinned, and laid down on the blanket.
âWe both know you donât have a middle name, Charles.â
âShhh. Come on, sit down.â
Charles shuffled over slightly, expecting Edwin to take the space next to him. Instead, he decided to sit right on top of him, straddling his waist.
âJeez, alright, give a man some warning would you?â Charles smirked.
âIâm so very sorry,â Edwin said, smirking back, clearly not sorry at all.
Edwin cupped Charlesâs face with his hands, leaning down to capture his lips with his own. Charlesâs hands were on Edwinâs waist, holding him steady as he kissed back.
âYou know love,â he breathed when they parted, keeping their foreheads touching. âYouâre gonna struggle to see the sky from up there.â
âWell luckily for us, itâs not quite dark enough to see it yet. AlthoughâŠâ Edwin looked across to the lantern, still switched on and glowing bright yellow an armâs length away from them. He reached out to grab it, switching it off before returning it to its spot on the grass beside the blanket. âWouldnât want interference from any light pollution, would we?â
With that, Charles rejoined their lips, his hands moving under Edwinâs shirt to touch his ribs. Edwin gasped slightly at the touch, breaking the kiss. In that time, Charles moved his own mouth from Edwinâs to his jaw. Edwin tipped his head back slightly and Charles mentally thanked Edwin from an hour ago for leaving those top few shirt buttons undone, moving down to kiss his neck and collarbone.
âCharlesâŠâ Edwin said softly, and Charles felt the vibrations against his lips.
Charles moved away slightly, looking up at him.
âYeah?â
Edwin launched himself forward to kiss him again, catching Charles so off-guard he fell backwards into the pillows. âSee, comfort,â he thought, but didnât have the willpower to say it out loud, or in fact do anything other than kiss back fervently.
âI love you,â Edwin mumbled against his lips, manoeuvring himself so that they lay flush against each other, wrapping his arms around Charlesâs waist as they kissed.
âLove you too,â Charles giggled.
They may have been together for nearly forty years, and had a tendency to act like a couple who had been married for even longer, but they were still just teenagers in love at heart. And since they would never age, that would never change.
Eventually, Edwin broke away from the kiss, instead burying his head in the space between Charlesâs neck and shoulder, sighing contentedly. Charles tangled a hand in his hair, threading his fingers through the loose curls. Once again, he thanked Edwinâs forward-thinking when he got ready.
They lay there for a while, Edwin occasionally pressing a kiss to the side of Charlesâs neck. Charles just stared up at the sky. They had definitely chosen the right night; there wasnât a cloud in sight. As he cast his eyes over the vast expanse above them, Charlesâs eyes adjusted to the darkness, the stars becoming more and more visible as the sky grew darker and darker.
Then, he spotted something.
âHey, Edwin,â he whispered, removing his hand from Edwinâs hair to his shoulder. âI think I can see it.â
Edwin shuffled off Charles, turning onto his back and lying beside him so he could look up. Sure enough, amongst the tiny lights of the stars, there was one slightly bigger, slightly greener glow, with a slight short tail of the same green fading out to one side.
âThatâs it,â Edwin said, joining his and Charlesâs hands in the space between them on the blanket. âBeautiful, isnât it?â
âYeah,â Charles replied, awestruck. âAlthough, I expected it to be faster. It barely even looks like itâs moving.â
âWell, remember it is very far away. Even at perihelion, it is still nearly fifty million miles from us.â
âWoahâŠâ
âIf I remember correctly,â Edwin explained, âHalleyâs average speed when it is this close to Earth is around one hundred and twenty-three thousand miles per hour, which sounds very fast â and is â but at such a distance, itâs barely anything from our perspective.â
âThatâs insane.â
âIt is, rather. Iâm very glad I got to see it again.â
âIâm glad I saw it with you,â said Charles, moving to rest his head on Edwinâs shoulder.
âIf itâs not cloudy next week, would you like to come again? It should be visible for a while as long as the weather is forgiving.â
âThatâd be brills.â
âWe could also ask Niko and Crystal if theyâre free. Maybe we could camp out, like you were going to back in â86. I know we arenât exactly your teenage friends but itâs unfair you missed out on that because of your father.â
âWe should definitely invite them. And for the record, Iâd much rather do this with my three favourite people ever than anyone I was friends with back then,â Charles said, pressing a soft kiss to Edwinâs jaw.
Edwin hummed, kissing the top of Charlesâs head in return.
They didnât return to the office until well after the sun had risen. They would have fallen asleep in each otherâs arms if it were possible, but since it wasnât, they spent the night looking up into the sky. Edwin pointed out constellations he could remember, and Charles came up with new names for the ones he thought sounded stupid.
(âHow is that a swan? Itâs just an X!â
âUse your imagination, Charles!â
âI dunno if it was just imagination the people who named these were on, Edwin.â)
âTheyâre beautiful, arenât they?â Edwin asked after theyâd been quiet for several moments, eyes still fixed on the endless expanse above them.
Theyâd moved now so that Edwin was lying beside Charles with his head on his shoulder, Charlesâs hand gently stroking up and down his arm.
âYeah,â Charles replied, but when Edwin looked up at him, Charlesâs eyes werenât on the stars.
They were on him.
Edwin chuckled softly, turning his head to look up again to hide his blush â which wasnât really there anyway. Charles just smiled.
The stars reminded Edwin of the two of them. Most of them were probably long-dead, but from this perspective, for people who could see them, they shone so brightly it was as though they were still alive. He also couldnât help but make the connection between the stars and his own feelings for Charles. They had burned so brightly for so long, and after heâd truly realised what they meant, they only grew brighter still until, in the moment he was most vulnerable, they exploded out of him; a supernova on that staircase on the journey back from Hell. But the difference is: supernovae are star deaths, and that was far from the death of his feelings for his partner. Forty years on from that fateful moment on the stairs, it was as though they glowed brighter than ever before. Charlesâs did too, the two of them orbiting around one another closer than they ever had, a binary system that would break all the rules of the universe if it meant they could burn as bright forever.
#this was definitely my favourite one to write <333#i love writing them in the future#dead boy detectives#edwin payne#charles rowland#payneland#painlandweek#painland week#my fics#my dbda posts
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AUSTIN AND ME
âFor the last time.â
âWife to the âkingâ. Icon to the world. Destined for more.â
Summary: At 18 years old, she fell in love with Austin, at 20 years old, she became his wife, by 22, she was his doll. In which Cynthiaâs life changed drastically after falling head over heels with a man that promised her the moon and the stars. She takes us down the memory lane of what couldâve beenâ the perfect marriage.
Inspired by the book: Elvis and Me by Priscilla Presley.
I do not condemn any of the portrayals I decide to do about certain people, itâs just fanfiction. And it would be divided in parts.
English isnât my first language so Iâm trying my best!
This one is for my girl @lovemyselfyay hope u like it girl!
The months following my birthday were hectic, with my advanced pregnancy, I was alone once again on my last trimester as Austin was away filming two movies, Dune Part Two and The Bikeriders. I found myself alone but I wasnât lonely, because I had Lori with me.
Our lives has changed since ELVIS came out, he was an actor on the rise, finally getting the fruits of what he had been working on for a decade. I was an actress but he was more popular than me. I hadnât worked since 2019, three years. And with a baby, I doubted I would go back any sooner.
By the time he was back home, it was November. And I didnât expect to go into laborâ at home.
I had never been so scared before. We had talked about possibilities of me having a birth at home but I was terribly scared. Even though I had a midwife, a doctor and Austin. It wasnât an easy birth. I called the midwife a bitch, I think I even gave her another check with the subject âsorry for cursing at you, missâ
And after hours of labor, the baby was finally born. I was scared, emotional, in pain, sweaty, and the first thing they did was hand my child to Austin. I glared at the doctor.
âItâs a boy! Look, baby, a boy. Oh, and he has my face!â Austin was enthusiastic, maybe even more than he was when Lori was born.
Once I saw my boy, I held him close to me, the bundle in the blanket, oh, yes, he looked exactly like Austin. Nine months carrying him just so that he ends up looking like his idiot of a father.
But I loved my boy, his light blond hair, his blue eyes. His fatherâs copy. The same beautiful nose. I chuckled as I held him close. I felt happy.
I received a ton of congratulations from good friends, as well as many visits by Austinâs celebrity friends. I wasnât in the mood to receive that many people but I tried to tell myself that they did it with their best intentions at heart.
Lori was a bit jealous, she had been crying nonstop at nights, Austin had to hold her and tell her:
âMommy isnât replacing you, sheâs just taking care of your little brother. Donât you love him?â
And she would cry louder, she still thought we would forget about her. So every morning, I tried to be the one waking her up. Even though I was sleepless thanks to Sean. I would color with her instead of sleeping once Julian was asleep, or take time to try and bake with her.
Christmas was a few weeks away and we were going to spend it at his grandparents home. They wanted to see Lori and Sean. Wanted to make them experience the Christmas Austin experiences as a kid.
So, we went Christmas shopping. I was one month postpartum but I felt hay I had to look god to be by his side. Because he looked amazing, so I went all out. And Thank God I did. Because some people took photos of us.
But I was more focused on getting everything on Loriâs letter than my facial expressions.
âI swear to God. I have never seen so much pink in my car.â Austin complained as he placed some bags on the backseat. The back of his seat was filled with stickers, Loriâs work. âAnd they donât come off.â
âYou can thank Lori for that.â I said as I sipped my drink. Getting into the passenger seat.
âYouâll wrap all the gifts, right?â He asked me once he got inside the car. I glared at him. I was taking care of a newborn and a four year old. âGot it. So princess wrapping, right?â
I chuckled and nodded. I was happy that this time I wouldnât have to cook, or do much.
âWe shouldnât spoil her so much.â Austin said as he drove. âI mean, we got her too many presents this year.â
I didnât answer, as a child, I was used to getting so many presents. My entire living room would be filled to the brim with presents for my sisters and I.
âNot sure in the right person you want to tell that.â I said, looking out the window. He scoffed.
I had my hair done up all 60âs beauty queen style, I had made the effort and as always, he started sticking his fingers onto my teased hair.
âStop it.â I tried to slap his hand. Laughing.
âStop it.â He mimicked my voice as he kept sticking his fingers into my bouffant.
The car then stayed silent after he stop, at a red light, he spoke.
âCallum called me to congratulate me. He said thatâ he was happy for us. Heâll make sure to make time to visit.â Austin said awkwardly, gripping the steering wheel.
Your friend and wifeâs side lad con you on the birth of your child wasnât something any man wanted.
âReally? He couldâve texted me.â I said, but I regretted immediately.
Yes, tell your husband that you wished your ex-lover would have texted you! Great thinking, Cynthia!
âSo, does your grandma like Cinnamon Rolls?â I tried to change the topic to my baking.
âShe does. She does.â He nodded, his face now serious.
âItâs over between Callum and I. You donât have to worry anymore.â I said, looking down on my lap.
âThatâs good.â He nodded, his hand rubbing his chin and then clenching his jaw.
Then everything went quiet, only the music he had on played in the background. I was now regretting saying anything at all. Again, someone shouldâve slapped my mouth as a child.
The Christmas Day I was all day running around like a chicken without its head. Getting the things ready, my desserts, the kids. I had to bathe the kids, had to dress Lori, dress Sean.
In the end, I did myself. I kept my bouffant, did my makeup, keeping it light. I couldnât go all out, it was in his grandparents house. And I wore a pink plaid dress, white flats. He wore his usual clothes, a white tshirt, a leather jacket, straight denim jeans and his black cowboy boots.
Once we arrived, he took charge of getting everything inside while I took the kids inside. Lori was so excited while Sean was asleep in my arms.
âOh, my dearest loves!â Austinâs grandma opened the door, Lori rushing towards her and pulling her in for a hug. âI missed you too, sweetheart. I want to see your brother too!â
The white-haired woman looked at the bundle in my arms. The tiny boy in the blanket moving his head a little, his mouth open.
âLook at you, youâre shining!â Grandma said, making space for us to come in.
We settled down and his grandpa came to greet us, he had been busy with the turkey and the rest of dinner.
They were very loving towards the kids, never I can I complain about them. They did what they could and they loved my kids to the bone.
After helping us unwind, I sat on the old couch, smiling down at Sean.
âYou look stunning, dear. Are you sure you just had the baby?â Grandma asked me, smiling at my boy.
âIâve been holding up lately. Austin got me a cook and a maid.â I smiled.
I had to admit, Austin stepped up this pregnancy because he knew he would be away filming.
âYou did good, sweetie.â Grandma patted his leg, Austin smiled with his lips closwd.
âBut seriously, Cynthia, you look stunning.â Grandpa complimented me, the old man pushing his glasses up his nose bridge, as Lori sat on his lap.
âThank you.â I smiled at the man. I enjoyed getting compliments, even more now that I just given birth, my hormones made me believe I was the ugliest girl alive.
âHe looks just like Austin. I remember when we first saw him. He was this tiny red thing, he looked like a shrimp!â Grandma joked, laughing.
âIâve seen pictures. He was so red!â I laughed. For whatever Austinâs faults were, he was a cute kid once.
âI was flushed, alright? Enough laughing.â Austin pouted. He took Sean from my arms, Sean looked very small on his hands.
We were staying the night of Christmas Eve, so after I was finally able to tuck Lori in bed after promising that if she fell asleep, Santa would come to put her presents under the tree. Lori had her own room at Austinâs grandparents house, since she was the only great-grandchild that ever stayed here.
Austin and I had our Sean into his portable crib, as we were in his childhood bedroom, in bed, he was all over me, his lips on mine as his tongue made his way into my mouth.
âSo sweetâŠâ he muttered on my lips.
The last thing I wanted was to have sex, but could I ever say no to Austinâs lip? No, I couldnât refuse him.
âSo pretty and all for me nowâŠâ He muttered again, chuckling and his thumb caressed by stomach.
I had been self conscious lately. I was trying to get rid of the baby weight, but Austin seemed to like it. He never commented on it. I remembered the time I was pregnant with Lori, starving myself because I thought he would want me always small and lean. He didnât.
I couldnât believe we could be fighting minutes before and now we were making out. I hated him but I loved him. I didnât know what to think. I just hated how many times he had hurt me but I couldnât stop loving him. Even after I had screwed around another man, no one could compare.
At about 12 AM, we went to the car to take our all the presents and put them under the tree. Austin ate the cookies and poured the milk down the sink.
âLook at this. Weâre spoiling her too much.â He whispered as he walked backwards, looking at the present-filled living room. Yes, Lori was definitely the daughter of celebrities.
âSheâs been good. And she deserves it. So she doesnât think weâre forgetting about her and replacing her.â I said, crossing my arms. I yawned.
âLetâs go to sleep. I just know sheâll wake up at seven am.â Austin said, his hand on my lower back as he guided me to the bedroom.
We laid together at bed, I couldnât sleep without Sean by my side. So I placed him between us. The tiny boy cuddled with me, Austin hugged Seanâs little body.
I was falling asleep after him, he looked so beautiful, they did. A part of me felt guilty for ever thinking of leaving him.
I was being selfish towards myself. That man had hurt me many times. But I couldnât help loving him.
The next morning, Lori came to wake us up at eight am. Excitedly she pulled my feet and I woke up startled, Austin too, she even pulled Seanâs tiny feet, poor baby, he started crying after she scared him up.
âWhat is it, baby? Huh?â Austin asked her as he picked her up.
âPresents! Santa!â Lori smiled, nuzzling her face into Austinâs neck.
Once she saw the living room, she yelled excitedly, I watched as she opened her presents one by one, I held Sean on my chest, I couldnât wait until he was old enough to enjoy Christmas too.
âI got you this.â Austin told me, he held a small box and opened it in front of me. A beautiful ring.
âAustin, you didnât have to-â I said, I was very excited. A new ring, from him! I didnât know how to feel but my heart softened, I appreciated the thought so much. Very much.
âI has our anniversary date carved on the inside. So you have me with you anytime. Like you already do with the locket.â He caressed my cheek with his thumb before kissing my lips softly.
Afterwards I sat down to see Lori putting together some of her toys while I was playing with my new ring, just watching Lori made me smile. She was the reason I stayed with Austin, she was the reason I had out up with so much. She was the reason I was still trying to make things work with Austin.
And I thought. I really thought that things were starting to work out once more. Specially once we had breakfast all together.
After the breakfast, I was in the bedroom, tidying everything up. Until Austinâs phone vibrated a shit ton of times. I didnât mean to be nosy but I was just curious so I grabbed it. Text messages from Kaia Gerber.
âMerry Christmas babyđâ
âI hope we can see each other so I can give you my present ;)â
âIâm sure Cynthia wasnât able to give you one anyways.â
I thought I could trust him once more. But I had forgotten how secretive and how low key he could be. I thought they were just mutual friends. I had been pregnant with his second child this whole time.
This was the last time I was trusting him.
Motherfucker.
#austin butler#austinbutler#austin butler fanfiction#austin butler imagine#austin butler fic#austin butler is so hot#SoundCloud#Spotify
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Okay, listen, I donât need annnyone telling me how half baked an idea this is but itâs living rent fucking free in my head right now so Iâm throwing it in a post (as opposed to in @twisteddaydreams1135 DMs like I have been).
A/B/O stuff. Alpha Kiri and Beta Reader. I write Betaâs a little differently so if you end up not liking it, it is what it is.
No real warnings here. Itâs a lot of fluff and comfort honestly.
A Drabble that ended up being about 2K words⊠my bad.
No editing or proofing. Again, my bad.
Alpha Pro Hero Red Riot who co-owns and agency with Dynamight. Red Riot whoâs in his 30s and not married or even mated. He works himself into the dirt because it keeps his mind occupied. Handles everyoneâs paperwork. Picks up all the extra shifts at the office. His friends and coworkers canât remember the last time he took a vacation, if ever!
But, Kirishima never complains. His pack his happy and he claims that makes him happy. But, the pack is getting worried. The dark circles under his once bright eyes never seem to go away. He only redyes his hair when Bakugou reminds him. Heâs barely around for pack dinners and if he is home when theyâre happening he usually just takes a plate with thanks and what he thinks is a genuine smile and goes to his apartment. He was still a phenomenal leader. So caring with that big heart of his. In fact, it seemed Kirishima cared about everyone around him far more than he ever cared for himself.
So, the pack came up with a plan, you.
You were new to the city, looking for work with your resume being passed around and Mina got her hands on it. A Personal Assistant could be exactly what big guy needed.
She brought your resume to Bakugou who agreed you seemed like a good fit with strong references and skills to match. And, you were a Beta. Thereâd be no chance your scent would bother Kirishima and both Mina and Bakugou agreed that was a good thing.
So, you started an hour before he did on a sunny Monday morning. In a small office right next to Red Riots. He came in with his protein drink and did a double take. They hired someone new? Since when? Last he checked him and Bakugou approved all hires together.
âWho the heck is she, do we even have room in the budget for a new hire?â He asked his friend after closing his office door.
âMade room in the budget for her. Her name is Y/N and sheâs your new personal assistant.â
He made room because everyone took a small pay cut. Which they all agreed was worth it if it gets Kirishima to take a break and fucking relax for once.
âI donât need a personal assistant. No one else has one!â
âBecause everyone else can manage their time just fuckinâ fine. You canât. You havenât for almost a damn decade now. Not sinceââ
âDonât.â Kirishima rumbled. âI know what youâre gonna say and just donât. Iâll try and work with her but I make no promises.â
Bakugou knew that was the best outcome he could ask for right now so he didnât fight him on it. Just nodded as Kirishima left his office and watched as he walked into yours.
Your new boss was nice. He lived up to everything you heard about him aside from a few things:
Kirishima wasnât a fan of interviews. He would do them but he always looked incredibly worn down when he returned from one.
Kirishima had to be reminded to dye that red mane of his. You scheduled time for that.
And perhaps the biggest thing you learned about the man;
Kirishima HATED down time. You scheduled breaks in his day per his friends requests and either he flat out ignored them or he was in your office bothering you the entire time. Even on his days off he found reasons to be in the office. His newest was bringing you lunch.
You didnât mind these little visits. In fact, you kinda liked the big guy showing up in your door way. He was a change of pace from some of the other Alphaâs youâve worked with. And, not that youâd ever admit to crushing on your boss to anyone else, you could at least admit to yourself that you liked having him around.
Still, you had to remind him that this was his day off and he shouldnât be at work.
âIâll take a break when you take a break. After all, you are my personal assistant. If youâre working, I should be too.â
âI donât think thatâs how that works, Red.â
He shrugs those wide shoulders. âIt is if I say it is.â
You just rolled your eyes at him and reminded him again that thereâs still things you need to work on when heâs out of office. Just like how you keep working when he goes on patrol. But, he waved his hand and changed the subject as usual.
Despite feeling like he definitely didnât need someone managing his schedule, Kirishima actually really liked having you around.
You were easy to talk to, you didnât seem to judge him, and he knew you were doing what you could to keep his best interests in mind even if he wasnât.
He wouldnât dare admit it out loud or to anyone but he knew deep down he had a hint of a crush on you. It started when he watched you storm up to Denki and push a paper against his chest. âKirishima is not handling your strawberry milk requests anymore, Iâve told you this. If you want special snacks so much, put the order in yourself.â
He knew his friend only did it to get a rise out of you. And it worked every time. It was cute to see the way you cared about him even if it was just from a professional stand point.
When he had free time in the weeks that followed he found himself fond of hanging around you. You were a Beta but whatever perfume you had on was pleasant and he could feel the worries he carried around with him for years ebb away when you were near.
Thatâs why even on his days off he sought you out.
Heâd sit at the little table in your office and you asked him about his interest and found some common ground between the both of you. Things to talk about and fill the quiet time. It wasnât in the job description but he was thankful for it nonetheless.
After reminding him yet again he wasnât supposed to be in the office on his days off you asked him wouldnât he rather be doing something different instead? Something more fun?
âThe things I enjoyed doing arenât really fun alone. I go for my runs and workouts and thatâs about it.â
âYou have plenty of friends, Red! And youâre still one of the most eligible Pro Hero bachelors, I get like 10 emails a day asking if you would agree to a date with people if youâre looking for something more romantic. You donât have to be alone!â
âMy friends have families that they spend time with on their days off, just as they should. They donât need to go spending time with me. And Iâm not looking for romantic right now.â or possibly ever again, he thought.
âAlright, so, what are you gonna do on your next day off?â
âProbably this!â He grinned all proud of himself.
But you had a grin of your own. âMight be a little difficult since I listened to what you said: how I should take time off when you do.â
âOhâŠâ Even though he tried he couldnât hide the disappointment in his voice. âThatâs good though! You should take more time off.â
âYeahâŠâ You pushed some food around your plate for a moment and then he heard a little sigh before you spoke. âOn my days off I like going to this little book shop I found.â You described the area and he knew exactly where it was. âItâs got a little cafĂ© inside. Iâll probably go around 11 and be there for a few hours, if you wanted to meet me.â
He hadnât agreed to plans so quickly in he could remember how long!
On his day off Kirishima was up bright and early, went for a run, came back and showered, changed into jeans and a nicer shirt.
âWhere the hell are you goinâ?â Bakugou asked, just as stunned to see the man looking so chipper and up and moving on his day off rather than secluding himself in his room.
âIâve got plans! See ya later!â He called and headed to the bookstore without realizing he had two nosy friends following him. One blonde. And the other pink.
They watched him from across the street and saw him walk up to you with a grin like they hadnât seen on his face in so very long and they knew hiring you was the best decision they couldâve made.
The two went home, not wanting to interrupt the plans, and left you two to the outing.
Kirishima stood beside you in line while you two talked about the different options the cafe had. You told him what items where your favorite and what you thought he might like.
It was while you waited off to the side for your number to be called that he said something that caught you off guard. âThe perfume you wear, itâs nice.â
While the compliment was appreciated and made your cheeks a little warmer you looked up at him confused. âThanks but I donât wear perfume.â
Now he looked confused. âBut, I smell it all the time. Have for weeks now.â Your eyes went wide as he tried his best to describe it. It wasnât your shampoo or body wash, not even the lotion you wear from time to time.
You knew Alphaâs had good noses but you werenât expecting this. âKirishima, thatâs not something I wear. Thatâs my scent.â
#I might expand on this#if the thoughts persist#a/b/o#a/b/o dynamics#alpha kirishima#beta reader#kirishima x reader#kirishima drabble#best red rock shark â„ïžđŠ
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Hihi!!! Tis the season to ask holiday themed asks!! Assuming the world of TWST celebrates winter holidays, do your OCs celebrate any holidays? If so, what are some things they like to do?
Thank you for including me in this idea, fam!
Admittedly this took a bit of consideration and it's still somewhat haphazard, so I apologize for that, please bear with!
Copper Benoit- While we touched on this very briefly in DMs, I don't mind expanding on it here! Copper doesn't recall celebrating winter holidays in the orphanage prior to Mr. Stone kidnapping him at age 6 or 7; he's sure the caretakers at the orphanage probably did do something for the kids, but it's been so long ago and his trauma so severe he doesn't really remember much about his time at the orphanage, let alone if they celebrated much of anything. And during the slightly-over-a-decade he's kept by Mr. Stone, nothing was celebrated, not really. So Copper's first exposure to winter holiday celebrations really begins when he starts his student career at Night Raven College! He wants to learn and respect as many celebrations of all sorts that he can (and as appropriately as possible,) so he's just happy to be a part of things and learn what these celebrations are and the significance they hold! Difficult to say what exactly that will lead to as he grows older, but he's got time to figure that out!
Wei Renqiao- Ren's family celebrates the Lunar New Year very faithfully, and when he comes to NRC, he makes certain to continue observing those traditions and celebrates in small ways before going back home to BĂ oyĂŹng for winter break. He especially loves when Ortho takes a more vested, hands-on interest in learning more about their celebrations, and goes out of his way to include him and anyone else who's curious in his festivities, even if they're much quieter in Ignihyde Dorm than they are back home!
Chrysanthos Shroud- Ahhh, here's where we get to my headcanon that the Shrouds observe a TWST version of Saturnalia; you'll have to forgive me, it's been years since I practiced observing it in high school and I'm still re-learning a lot of what I forgot, but that celebration and feast holds a special place in my heart. Even with working on re-educating myself, I do headcanon the Shrouds observe it, and it wasn't much more than a passing acknowledgement of notations on a calendar until Ilias married Kallisto. Kallisto insists on the Saturnalia season being warm and good-spirited and makes it a point to bring that together for her husband and her in-laws, so of course Chrys grew up with a very positive winter holiday celebration. His aunt and uncle and of course Ortho will also happily observe with him, though Idia has to be coaxed. Chrys loves the energy of Saturnalia and the vibes, and he brings it with him; eventually when he and Wei Xinyi start dating, the two decide to learn each other's celebrations and holiday observations, and eventually celebrate both when they get married!
The Anatoles- I do think they celebrate some sort of Yuletide holiday. The siblings are brought home during the holiday break and spend some time doing a lot of winter activities and holiday shopping and dining out, both with their great-grandmother, and with their stepfather's old jazz buddies. Their staff is offered the holiday off with double pay, but are also invited to meals at the home with them. Marianne especially wants people to eat the desserts she works hard to make, Bertrand will happily play holiday music on the piano, and Toussaint is generally pretty sleepy and calm compared to his usual energy (though still jovial as ever.) The siblings will often do their best to drag Rollo into their celebrations, despite his protests.
And last but most certainly not least, bonus surprise
The Pondicliffs- Felix and Aurelian always come home from Royal Sword Academy for Yuletide during the winter break. It's a little crowded with their sizeable family with so many dalmatian beastfolk kids, but they're pretty happy. The family tends to stay indoors most days for the break, with Felix and Aurelian often building snowmen, making snow forts and having snowball fights, or sledding downhill with their siblings, while the parents do a lot of cooking for several days. They all help with decorating their house, and spend a lot of time playing board games in the evening, having festive treats, watching holiday films, and then over the course of three days, they exchange gifts with one another! Felix loves the holidays, Aurelian's at that grumpy teen stage of hating the holidays just 'cause.
Thanks again for sending this ask! Also, would love to see more peeps and mutuals share their thoughts for their OCs and winter holidays too!
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Chapter two (the last chapter!) of my first Cherik fic is live! Read under the cut or on ao3 :)
It's the greatest gift we have: to bear their pain without breaking.
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   Erik feels like a drowned man. The sudden silence, sudden lack of Charles' presence--no matter how painful--is deafening. He tries to open his eyes but can't. Pressure covers his entire body, blanketing him with anxiety. For the first time in decades, he canât sense any metal, and heâs lost without the sensation.
   Did he...die?
   Erik. You're not dead. You just have to open your eyes. Charlesâ voice seeping into his mind.
   I can'tâIâm so...tired.
   You can. Stay with me. Open your eyes.
   Are you sure?
   Always, my love.
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         Air comes screaming back into Erikâs lungs as his senses flip back on full force. There's something soft beneath him, a hand on his chest, he can hear the fire crackling, Charles breathing shakily. Erik opens his eyes to find himself and Charles on the floor of the study, his head in Charleâs lap. Charles lets out a relieved gasp as he sees his eyes flutter open.
         âYouâre back. IâmâIâm so sorry, I should have pulled you out sooner. Shouldnât have done it at all, actuallyââ
         âNo, Charles. Thank you.â Erik sat up, intensely aware of his renewed senses. How warm Charlesâ hand on his was, how blue his eyes were in the yellow glow from the fire. âI needed that. I needed to understand, what I did.â He squeezed Charlesâ hand. âAnd you canât keep all this pain to yourself. You need to share it with someone.â
   âFunny, someone once told me that a telepathâs greatest gift is the ability to bear pain without breaking.â
   Erik smiled sadly. âThat doesnât mean you canât have help, liebling.â
   Charles ran one of his hands in Erikâs hair. âHow did I get so lucky?â
   âI wouldnât exactly call myself âluckyââ.
   âDarling,â Charles chastised, âremember how we said âno demented penanceâ?â
   Okay, liebling. Just for you. âWhat was that, that void?â
   Charles hummed, the change of subject not lost on him. "My best guess is that when a telepath experiences someone else's death, their mind doesn't know the difference. Your brain shut down, even though your body was perfectly fine. You basically had to restart your brain."
   "So that's what you were talking me through?"
   Charles looked surprised. "Erik, I haven't been able to connect with you since that memory ended until after you woke up.â
   "I heard you. You called for me to stay. To open my eyes."
   Charles' eyes filled with sudden emotion. "Oh my darling, that wasn't me. That was your soul."
   Erik started. "What do you mean?"
   "Well, soul, heart, purpose, conscienceâwhatever you want to call it. That's what I think calls from the void. The physicality of your brain stops, and yet...something still called me, and called you. I have no other explanation than that there must be something driving us humans other than electrical impulses. Iâm not a spiritual man, but someone called out to me in that void."
   "Whoâ" Erik rubbed his eyes. "Who did your conscience sound like?"
   Charles smiled wetly. "You, my love. I thought youâd taken off your helmet, but we both know how that story went.â
   Oh, Charles. âHow much time we wasted,â Erik gathered Charles in his arms, and Charles settled into the crook of his neck. But youâre here now, Charles said softly in his mind. âI am,â Erik conceded. âAnd I want to be a proper partner. Your joy, your pain, your workâI want to help you carry it all. As youâve done for me all these years.â
   Charles smiled against Erikâs chest. Perhaps we can start with joy. Though, I fear youâve already seen my most joyful memories. Youâre in most of them.
   And you are in mine, Erik thought. We have so many more joyful memories to make together. Â
#cherik#erik lensherr x charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#charles xavier#hurt/comfort#soulmates#char writes#x men#xmfc#dark phoenix#happy ending#angst#angst with a happy ending
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LBTE: Jared (175)
We did it, everyone! We made it to the end. I had no idea what I was getting into over six years(!)ago, and I probably would have balked if I had, so itâs for the best I didnât.
This is â tough. These two have been constant companions for over half a decade, and in that time I thought about them, without exaggeration, every single day. Itâs really difficult to leave that behind. But itâs the right place to leave them, and itâs time.
The LBTE answers some questions re: timeline and the like. I haven't tackled any asks yet since I didn't want to accidentally spoil anyone, and that worked out, because a lot of the asks are answered below.
Okay. Part 175.
Here's the series page one last time, for those following along. Scroll all the way to the end.
Brianâs the one who gives them the news.
Brian does not have to give them this news, frankly it should be Dave, but Brian finds out and heâs so excited(!) he calls Bryce right away. In case youâre wondering if Brian is still the best GM.
He doesnât know what it takes to be untouchable, but heâs pretty sure trading a Conn Smythe winner with a sweetheart deal would get Brian run out of Vancouver.
The Cup win is a year before the epilogue takes place. Yes, Eastern teams are getting kind of pissed off about this run of Western Conference winners I have going on. Especially because the Scouts are still in the wings, being an annoying as hell dynasty.
Bryce signed an 8x8 in the summer following the end of IJ(aoe). 64 million dollars is obviously nothing to scoff at, but he could have made 9+ on the open market, easy.
Jaredâs was 2.5x4. Which is MORE than heâd get open market, especially regarding term, but like, did you just see the hometown discount Marcus gave them? His husband being there is kind of a condition.
Okay, so maybe Jared isnât exactly calm, because he doesnât think running through negative scenarios is calm, exactly, but it does calm him just enough that he isnât plastering himself to Bryce in an attempt to eavesdrop.
Maybe not plastering himself, but he is inching closer and closer as this conversation goes on.
âYeah, heâs sitting right beside me,â Bryce says. âHe hasnât ripped the phone out of my hand yet, but heâs definitely considering it.â
And glaring. Oh, the glaring Bryce is on the receiving end of right now.
âIâm up for the King Clancy,â Bryce says.
A leadership and humanitarian award, though the Mark Messier Leadership Award (HAH) is defacto now more straight team leadership, and the King Clancy has mostly become charitable impact in local community. Though it does tend to go to players in leadership roles (captains, alternates), it isnât exclusive to them.
"Wouldnât I just be a distraction?â Jared asks.
Bruh. You think Bryce would go to the Awards without you? Like, for any award, but the one for starting a charity that he never would have been in the mental place to start were it not for his relationship with you?
If heâd thought for even a millisecond before opening his mouth he would not have said this. Some things have not changed in the Marcus Matheson household.
âUs doesnât take things away from me,â Bryce says. âI wouldnât be here if I hadnât met you.â
âI know, butââ
âNo, seriously, J,â Bryce says. âThatâs not â you think the guy you met would have done like, any of this? I couldnât even think about shit without needing to climb out of my head.â
So like â if IJ(aoe) was the traditional storyline following a heroâs ups and downs, the hero pretty clearly would be Bryce. And when the heroâs struggling and lashing out and pretending to be someone heâs not, and hating both himself and the person heâs pretending to be, he gets assigned community service and he meets the most beautiful person heâs ever seen.
And now he has to face those parts of himself heâs trying to bury, because those parts are loudly telling him he needs to be around this person every single second of every single day.
And this person doesnât like the persona the heroâs put on. He likes the person the hero is, which is sensitive, and empathetic, and emotional, all those things the heroâs been told he canât be, shouldnât be, thatâs what the love interest wants him to be. Exactly who he is.
Bryce wouldnât have had the guts to take off the mask if, every step of the way, Jared wasnât letting him know, with word and deed, that guy under the mask was the person he was in love with.
And thatâs not even getting into the fact that, from the beginning, Jared is much more comfortable with his sexuality, and people knowing about his sexuality, than Bryce is.
Bryce kisses him quiet, and Jaredâs grateful, because he wanted to take the words back as soon as they left his mouth, stomach twisting just saying them. He suddenly felt this visceral, totally illogical anger toward someone who doesnât actually exist, or like, exists somewhere, not knowing thereâs this huge hole in his life because Bryce Marcus isnât in it. Fuck that guy, though. Better him than Jared.
Jared doesnât fight but heâll make an exception for that guy.
âYouâll come?â Bryce asks.
âYeah,â Jared says. âIâll come. Of course Iâll come.â
An echo of all of one part ago! Of course. Jaredâs answer to Bryceâs question is of course. Even if itâs a ride in an obnoxiously showy convertible or a trip to Las Vegas in June.
Or any other month, he supposes, though the leagueâs getting pretty deep into talks to make it an expansion team, so that may change.
I still havenât decided vis a vis expansion teams (and certainly haven't decided when that would take effect) but Iâve realised I can yoink players from other teams and then put them on one team TOGETHER, like one big summer camp, and that sounds chaotic and fun.
Bryce squeezes his knee, like he knows heâs thinking angry thoughts. Probably not hard to guess. They pass a buildingâs display flipping from the time to the temperature. 106. Thatâs a life-threatening fever. Theyâre in a life-threatening fever.
I checked the temperature in late June over the course of four years so this would be accurate, and accuracy is a high grade fever. If itâs 106 inside, go to the hospital. Outside, youâre in Vegas in late June.
âDid you know itâs forty-one degrees out?â Jared demands.
Bryce squeezes his knee again.
âI know,â Jared mutters.
Look at Bryce handling him without a word.
snapping a picture of the view from their window for the group chat, captioning it with Manâs hubris, then changing for dinner.
Jared Matheson, everyone.
Heâs halfway through a reply when the elevator doors open, which means he doesnât realise heâs sharing the elevator with Brandon Simcoe until the doors have already closed behind him, and now heâs trapped with him for the next 23 floors. Unless he hits the button for the next floor, but thatâs showing weakness, right? Jaredâs pretty sure thatâs the opposite of what youâre supposed to do when faced with an apex predator. Whatâs he supposed to do, though, ignore him? Play dead?
Heâs such a drama queen. Shitheadâs harmless.
(This is not true even a little; itâs fun that the first real view anyone got of Shithead was Joeyâs, because Shithead IS harmless to Joey. He loves Joey! Then youâve got Holden getting cross-checked black and blue by him even though Shithead likes him in COTT. Bryce? Not his friend. Not harmless.
âYeah,â Jared says. Whatâs he going to do, disavow his own husband to save his skin? It clearly wouldnât even work. âThatâs â yeah, I am.â
Got to love Jaredâs moral calculus does take into account whether going âBryce Marcus who?â would save his skin, and only rejecting that option because Shithead clearly wouldnât believe him.
âCool,â Simcoe says. âYou know, my best buddy back on the Scouts is gay. Fucking love that guy.â
Joey: Bud you gotta stop telling everybody that.
Shithead: That youâre gay?
Joey: That Iâm your best buddy.
âWhat, that I love him?â Simcoe says. âOh man, I didnât mean that way, heâs got a fiancĂ©. And Iâm not gay. Not that thereâs anything wrong with it. Obviously. You know.â
;-; Brandon
Anyway, no ScratchnMoney marriage yet. We haven't gotten THAT far into the future.
âWeâre not likeââ Jared says. âYou know we donât all likeâŠtalk, right? We donât have a gay player group chat or anything.â
âYou should, itâd be sick,â Simcoe says.
Iâm with Shithead on this. Get on it, Marc.
The elevator doors open, and Simcoe claps him on the back so hard Jared has to put a foot forward so he doesnât careen right into the elevator wall, says, âLove is love, man, love is love,â then walks away.
Your periodic reminder that Shithead is the Bruinsâ YCP rep.
He sums things up to the group chat while he waits for his heart rate to slow, his knees to cooperate again. Heâs just finished when Bryce walks out of the restaurant across the lobby, beelining for him like heâs got a Jared-dar.
I spelled that so many ways before I settled on Jared-dar. Jaredar. Jared-Dar. Jare-dar. Nothing feels right.
Anyway, Bryce definitely has one of those installed.
âYouâre sure youâre good?â Bryce asks, fingers in Jaredâs hair now, like heâs feeling for bumps and bruises.
Jared laughs. âOh my god, the most violent thing he did was pat me on the back a little too hard.â
Bryce starts patting down Jaredâs back.
Both of them reacting like Jared just got out of a tiger enclosure is great.
Summers, thankfully, doesnât take Bryce ditching him over an elevator conversation as an insult. He thinks itâs hilarious, in fact, and it ends up being the nicest dinner Jaredâs had with both of them. Which isnât saying much, really, but it is something.
âMy husband was stuck in an elevator with a dude Iâve punched in the face like half a dozen different timesâ is delightful to Dave. Emergency accepted.
Anyway, Bryce and Dave arenât suddenly David and Dave, they still tend to get under each otherâs skin, sometimes accidentally, sometimes not, but theyâre both getting better.
Elaine and her boyfriend arrive from Vancouver not long after they wrap it up, and Bryce shakes his hand and says his name without scowling once, which is also a first.
Never mind the reams of paper I could have written about the road to the Cup, and the Cup, and Rafâs wedding, and Chazâs wedding â this right here could have been an arc in itself.
Heâs definitely had help. From Elaine, of course, but Jared suspects Ashâs involvement too, along with possibly Erinâs â âmy beloved sisterâ certainly sounds like her doing. He wouldnât even be surprised if PR Grace took a swipe at it â some of it has that PR gloss to it, though not so much that it feels over-polished.
All have had a hand in this speech, yes. Also Stephen and Gabe. (Bryce used Stephen as a stand-in for Jared in the âmake sure this isnât too cheesyâ aspect.)
âReally,â Jared says. âYou can probably cut the stuff about me by half, though. Possibly three quarters. Just leave it at, I donât know, âshoutout to my husband Jaredâ and move right on?â
Itâs cute you think thatâs even worth the effort of saying.
Jaredâs in a custom tailored suit made with âsummer fabricâ, whatever that is, other than cooler than the usual suit fabric, thank fuck.
Itâs just linen. Jared tends to tune out immediately where any of this is involved because he knows Bryce has it handled.
Heâd originally protested that he could just wear the suit he wore at Rafâs wedding, because Bryce was practically obsessed with him in it at the time
That suit was tailored to perfection. Bryce wants to know the name of Rafâs guy.
Anyway, not so subtle implication minimum two years have passed since the end of IJ(aoe) as Rafâs wedding was a year out from the end, and Jared isnât talking about Rafâs wedding like it was a week ago.
Also summer fabricâs not a bad thing, considering heâs got four weddings to go to in the next three months, including Gabe and Stephenâs. Canucks just canât stop proposing. Itâs frankly gotten ridiculous.
Okay, another ask I got: was the Stanley Cup recent or older. The epilogue is a year after they win the Cup â most of those proposals took place in the weeks following the Cup, and now, a year later, the weddings are happening.
Including Gabe and Stephenâs, and yes: the original just city hall with immediate family ceremony is no longer canon because the sad eyes Gabe would get from his entire team. Why does he not want them there. etc. (Gabeâs mom is so happy I changed this.)
Right now heâs grateful for his suit, because as hot as he is â and he is disgustingly hot â at least he isnât wearing wool like the poor kid in front of him. He looks miserable. Also about twelve years old, but then, heâs there for the Calder. He isnât going to win it â thereâs a very clear front runner and itâs not him â and Jared feels kind of bad that heâs not only a loser, but a loser in a hot as fuck suit, whoâs too young to legally do anything Vegas was built for.
Have been asked a few times who this is. No one whoâs been established in the âverse, but I fucking feel for this dude. Him and the Calder winner should totally hook up later. For traditionâs sake.
Jared may as well go over to the group, sign some autographs and take a few selfies while he waits for Bryce and Elaine to catch up. He plans on taking his time, but one of the girls asks Jared to marry her, and then asks him to sign her chest.
Jared misses anonymity.
âI said no,â Bryce assures him.
âI wasnât worried,â Jared says. âYou being gay is kind of why weâre here.â
âIt was a guy,â Bryce says.
âStill not worried,â Jared says.
âYou donât ever have to be,â Bryce says, very seriously, and thankfully Elaine pats Bryceâs arm so Jared doesnât have to. Like he said: not worried.
Jared has absolutely zero concerns about Bryce straying. Less than zero.
Jared would protest that itâs just a nervous habit, but that would directly contradict him telling Bryce he wasnât nervous right before the red carpet, and Bryce clearly knows it.
Why must you call Jared on his lies, Bryce?
âI feel like Iâm at the draft again,â Jared says, wiping his palms on his slacks, even though the AC is so high heâs actually a little chilly. They must have it cranked to the max in a war with the swelter outside.
It's fun to send Jared to Vegas in June after he bitched so much about Tampa in June. Boy does not handle heat with grace.
"I've mentioned that I'm proud of you, right?" Jared asks.
"I know you are," Bryce says, which is a very nice way of saying no.
Another call back to last part! Because Jared is his fatherâs son whether he likes it or not.
"I know, babe," Bryce says. "You telling Ash and Grace and Erin their partners are losers who've never even been nominated for anything was kind of a sign. Which like, you remember Julius won the Calder, right? Because Erin definitely does."
This didnât make it into the final bit, but Jared receives this immediately after Bryce wins the King Clancy:
"Okay phew Bryce won so I can send this: I WOULD LIKE TO REMIND YOU THAT UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE (your wonderful husband that you do not deserve) JULIUS HALLA WON AN AWARD IN THE VERY 1ST YEAR OF HIS NHL CAREER AND MOREOVER WAS NOMINATEDâŠ" She would have sent it anyway, Jared's pretty sure, she just would have waited until tomorrow.
"Fuck," Jared repeats. He wasn't one of the top finalists, because the Oilers sucked hard even with all he did for them, but still, he was. "Erin's going to be on me about this forever."
Deservedly. How dare you forget Juliusâ Calder.
âIf they donât give you the award I donât know what Iâll do,â Jared says. Maybe burn the theatre down, though heâd probably die of heat stroke before he pulled it off.
Jared turns to arson quicker and quicker as this series goes on.
âHey man, good to see you again,â Simcoe says, then looks at Bryce, mouth flattening. Bryce looks back, mouth just as flat as Simcoeâs. They hold eye contact for long enough that Simcoeâs date coughs, giving Jared an awkward smile.
I knew what the people needed: more Shithead.
âI canât see past his head,â Bryce complains.
âNot my fault youâre short, bro,â Simcoe says, without turning around.
Shitheadâs a monster. Like, physically, as well as everything else.
âBe the bigger man than him,â Jared murmurs to him. âProverbially, if not literally.â
Bryce scowls, foot coming up in position dangerously close to seat kicking.
I think repeatedly kicking the seat in front of you may lose some points on the leadership aspect of the award, but also, the committee might make an exception because itâs Shithead.
âDo not,â Jared says.
âOr what,â Bryce says.
âIâll switch spots with Elaine,â Jared says. âHang out with her boyfriend for the rest of the show. Do some nice bonding.â
Bryce makes a furious noise, but lowers his foot to the ground from its current âin preparation to kickâ position, so Jared considers it a win.
As you can see here, Bryce is taking Elaine dating with tremendous maturity and dignity.
The show itself is excruciating, a mix of bad jokes, a rock-ish country-ish band Jaredâs pretty sure heâs obligated to like as a born and raised Albertan, but refuses to due to the fact they suck, and a distribution of all the awards everyone already knew the winner of.
Iâm not vagueblogging about Nickelback or anything, just describing a significant number of bands from Alberta.
Bryce mutely holds out his hand, and Jared takes it, squeezing when Bryce gives him a slightly sickly smile. He looks nervous as hell now, and any other time Jared would point that out, but not right now, not today.
The smile Jared gives Bryce is just as sickly, for the record.
but when Bryce stands up, he does too. Has to, considering how tightly heâs holding his hand.
Literally one unit.
âCan I kiss you right now,â Bryce says. They may be out, but they havenât, not in public. Even when they won the Cup they settled for hugs until the cameras were put away.
Bryce wholly intended to just hug Jared this time too (or else they would have discussed this before like, that second) but he just â really wants to kiss Jared right now.
âPlease,â Bryce says, and Jaredâs barely nodded before Bryce is hauling him in.
Needs to, really.
And objectively, itâs a shitty kiss. Has to be one of the worst theyâve ever shared, and neither of them can stop smiling long enough to fix it even a little. But with Bryceâs hands cradling his head, Bryceâs grin splitting his face itâs so fucking wide, Jared canât bring himself to mind.
And like their engagement, and their wedding, and Bryce doing all the machinations to get himself to Vancouver, the kiss fucking sucks. Because, once again, theyâre both grinning too hard to kiss each other properly, but they canât stop smiling long enough kiss each other properly, and they refuse to stop kissing.
And yeah. In the traditional story, the hero goes from the talented but angry, terrified, self-hating player walking into a hockey camp for community service because itâs that or probation. And then, around decade later, heâs kissing his husband on a nationally televised show, after accepting an award for working with LGBTQ youth athletes, with the frankly too hot for him love interest supporting and pushing him the whole way.
If youâd have told a 20 year old Bryce that was coming, heâd have probably punched you (Oilers fan was a time traveller: confirmed). But heâs done so much growing up â not just from who I thought he was, or Jared thought he was (neither of us gave him nearly enough credit at the start), but from who he thought he was, or had the potential to be.
I wrote the as sort of a summary of the final part about a year ago, an encapsulation of the entire series in one sentence, to keep in mind as I finished the series.
The biggest goal for Bryce, along the way, is being seen and accepted for who he actually is. Bryce wants that for others too. Jared just wants it for Bryce.
The hero of the story doesnât narrate this one, but the narrator is, without a doubt, his biggest fan.
(He is aware he shares this title with Elaine.)
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