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pookiecowpoke · 2 years ago

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Some Algernon and bill, delicate and the rough. They just go perfect together ngl ٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑) make it spicccyyy

Pairing: Marion “Bill” Williamson/Algernon Wasp

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption II

Tags: Canon Divergence, Table Sex, Rough Sex, Sex as a way to cope (Kind of), Cream Pie, Dirty Talk, Possessive Behavior, Brief: period typical homosexual slur.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2900

Comments: Honestly, when my boyfriend suggested this pairing I was fully on board from the beginning. I think Bill would totally go for Algernon. I mean come on, twinky high-class guy who is a little vain but also humble in a way, mixed with bear Williamson who has possession/jealousy issues and is a dumbass? It’s perfection. *chef kiss* I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do! And thank you Crispies for the ask!

“Oh, Bill! She left me for a postman! A postman!”

A grunt huffed from Bill’s chest as the Algernon slammed into him, his arms weakly wrapping around his shoulders. Bill was frozen, feeling the artist’s wet tears melt into his stained blue flannel. He wasn’t quite sure how to comfort the artist, but he also wasn’t complaining about being in close proximity to him. Bill inhaled deeply smelling the orchids and herbal tea on Algernon’s suit.

He had felt an attraction for the interesting curvy man the first time he had seen him at the Mayor’s party. He had spent weeks trying to woo him by traversing the swamps looking for his stupid flowers and feathers. Always leaving with a flirty pick up line that made the Algernon chuckle. God, his chuckle was so tantalizing.

Now was his chance to strike. Sure, he should feel guilty for attacking when the man was obviously not in a sane frame of thought, but Bill wasn’t known for his mercy or compassion.

“Naw, Algernon, you don’t need some Contessa or Countess, whoever she is.” Bill wrapped his strong arms around Algernon, suffocating him to his constantly sweating chest, efficiently trapping him there.

“But I loved her.” Algernon wailed pathetically and sniffled against Bill’s collarbone. God, if that whiny tone didn’t make Bill’s cock and balls ache. He rubbed a calloused hand down Algernon’s blue jacket, smearing hints of swamp grime over the pristine color.

“Well, obviously she ain’t good enough for you if she didn’t see what an amazing feller you are.” He rolled his eyes at the lie; Bill couldn't be happier that she had left him. Bill mumbled, his hand tracing down over the curve of Algernon’s back to rest at the mound of his accentuated ass.

Algernon leaned back, his moustache unkempt and eyes bloodshot. “If it was a prince I could get over it but-” A sob racked his throat and he buried his face in Bill’s shoulder again.

Bill chewed on the inside of his cheek as he creeped a hand down to cup Algernon’s ass, feeling the flesh squish under his thick calloused fingers. Algernon’s crying died down to a soft sniffle and an awkward silence filled the room. It almost made Bill back away. Almost.

“You know what cheers me up when I’m sad, Algernon?” Bill asked, his other hand curling around Algernon’s hip, pressing into the material of his corset. “I like to lay with pretty boys and make them moan.” He whispered into Algernon’s ear.

Bill tensed waiting for Algernon to slap him, maybe even run to call the nearest police officer to expose him. But Algernon did none of those things. He very calmly pulled his head from Bill’s shoulder and gave him a puzzled look. “You’re an invert?”

A wince formed on Bill’s face and he felt his ears redden from embarrassment. “Got a problem with that?” Bill shot back defensively.

Algernon reeled from the tone shift, before bringing his hands up to press against Bill’s chest. His fingers gently rubbed the soft fabric of his flannel before tilting his head. “No, I don’t rightfully believe I do, Bill.” He said softly, his eyes still red from crying.

A courage built up inside of Bill’s body at the knowledge that Algernon was at least a little bit on the homosexual side. Not that it wasn't completely obvious with how the man dressed, talked and even walked. A rumbling laugh bubbled out of Bill’s mouth as he swiftly slid both hands down to cup under Algernon’s rear before lifting him up with ease.

Algernon yelped and wrapped his legs around Bill’s midsection and snatched the opened collar of Bill’s flannel. With a snort Bill disposed Algernon on top of the tea table, knocking over the empty tray used for biscuits. Bill slapped his hands against the table on either side of Algernon leaning in toward his face. He felt like a wolf cornering a timid rabbit, and he loved it.

“When I’m done with you, you won’t even remember that countess bitch.” Bill huffed and reached up to throw his hat off somewhere in the distance. Algernon let out a surprised gasp when Bill leaned in to pepper kisses and bites along his jaw down to his puffy neck tie. “If you don’t want me to rip off your fancy clothes, I suggest you take them off, Algernon.”

“So lewd, Bill,” Algernon breathed out while reaching up to deftly loosen his tie and set it on the table beside him. His fingers danced down to unbutton his jacket, opening it to reveal a corset. Algernon let the jacket fall off his shoulders, biting his lower lip in uncertainty. He unbuttoned the top of his shirt letting the material open to show his chest. The corset was cinched up giving Algernon’s waist a deliciously curved shape that made Bill want to drool. His pecs bulged out of the top and hips swelled out of the bottom. His hands found their place over the shapely mounds mumbling about them being the best rack he’d ever seen. Algernon was a god sent to walk on the human plane.

And Algernon was all his for the taking.

His delicate hands reached up, running through Bill’s thick beard before pulling him for a sweet kiss. Bill melted, his thoughts going blank as he shut his eyes. One of his hands trailed down to Algernon’s lower thigh, urging it up to wrap around his hip, while the other felt its way into the curve of his waist.

Algernon tilted his head and parted his lips letting Bill’s tongue dive into his mouth. Notes of honey and mint swirled over Bill’s taste buds as Algernon’s tongue passed over them. Pressing his growing erection into Algernon’s groin, Bill groaned into the kiss and plucked Algernon’s monocle off of his face. He pulled back to gasp for air, chuckling as Algernon’s pale face turned a bright pink. “You won’t need this.”

“And these, my my..” Bill rumbled and rubbed one of his rough thumb pads over the pert nipples peeking out from the unbuttoned shirt. They were heavenly soft and the skin was such a gentle pink, that Bill had a desire to bite them until they were a violent red. Algernon moaned softly, his back arching and making their groins rub together.

“B-Bill, t-those are sensitive,” Algernon wheezed as Bill licked his lips.

“Good. Even more proof you need a man to put ya in your place.” Bill huffed and leaned down, his scratchy beard brushing over them before he latched on to one and rolled the bud between his teeth. Algernon wailed and wove his fingers through Bill’s hair tugging encouragingly on the thick locks.

God, it felt good to reduce a man of such beauty to a mess.

Bill laved his tongue over the nipple before turning his attention to its twin. He gave it a sharp bite before soothing it over with a sloppy kiss. His hands massaged Algernon’s hips and felt over the details of the blue and gold corset. Algernon’s small delicate noises spurred Bill on, giving the hardened buds attention until the pink color had changed to a beating red.

Pulling back in satisfaction, Bill looked at Algernon’s face to judge how he was holding up. Algernon’s head was tilted back, his eyes squinted shut and mouth hanging open like he was experiencing the most pleasure he had ever felt. Smirking in pride, Bill stood upright, skimming his hands up and down Algernon’s pant legs as he rolled his hips.

“Ya think if I fucked you hard enough I could pop that corset of yours off?” Bill gripped the material of Algernon’s pants and pulled it down enough to unbutton the fly. Algernon sputtered as if he was trying to tell Bill something, but froze as Bill yanked his pants down. “Oh.”

Algernon didn’t wear a union suit under his outfit, no, no, Bill was greeted with a set of laced undergarments bulging from the artist’s erection. “Well, ain’t that a pleasant surprise.”

“It’s too hot to wear a union suit! And they are so dreadful!” Algernon defended only for Bill to shrug and roughly cup his laced groin.

“Sounds to me like you just like being a petite dame.” His thumbs hooked into the fabric that cut into Algernon’s hips, sliding it down until his cock punched out. “It suits you though. Never seen a day's work in your life, makes sense you’d want to wear this and get bred by a real man.” Bill snickered and tossed Algernon’s undergarments over his shoulder to join his hat on the floor.

“Bill…” Algernon whined, cock twitching and leaking a bead of precum. “I’m usually not so vulgar, but I need you to fuck me right now.”

“As if you had a say in it, Princess.” Bill snorted and grabbed Algernon’s legs pulling them up to rest against his chest, forcing him to lay back against the table. Calloused hands roughly grabbed at the flesh of Algernon’s thighs as Bill pushed his clothed bulge against Algernon’s ass. His dick flexed wanting so badly to be buried in Algernon’s sweet body.

“Do- do you have slick? I-I haven’t done this in a while.” Algernon’s voice was breathless, his fingers coming up to play with his tits.

“In a while? Who else have you laid down for? Of course I know what the fuck I’m doin’.” Bill grumbled, reaching to one of the pouches on his gun belt. He pulled out a tube of gun oil and slathered the oil onto his fingers before reaching between them to circle Algernon’s entrance.

His middle finger pushed in without hesitation making Algernon’s moan. Bill worked quickly to add another finger, curling them to rub against the node of nerves. Algernon nearly screamed, his body spasming and eyes screwing shut. “Oh good heavens, Bill. I said I want you to fuck me already, please.” He demanded and dropped one of his legs down to pull Bill closer.

“Shit, I didn’t realize how much of a whore you were.” Bill withdrew his fingers, giving his ass a quick slap making Algernon yelp. Bill made quick work of unbuckling his gun belt and unbuttoning his pants, his uncut dick emerged from a forest of thick black hair, aching for action. Bill wiped the oil on his hand onto his dick before putting just a little more oil on the shaft. Pulling back the foreskin, Bill bumped the head against Algernon’s pucker. “Ready prissy bitch?”

“Yes, how many times do I have to tell you- AH!” Algernon’s attitude dissolved instantly into a groan as Bill shoved half of his cock in without warning. Bill huffed and tilted his head back. Damn was Algernon tight and warm, his body constricting around Bill like a vice.

Bill rubbed up and down Algernon’s leg soothingly before he grasped his hip in a punishing grip and pulled out only to force the rest of his length in. Pain radiated through Algernon’s body but he whined in bliss anyway, with his manicured fingernails scraping along the table top.

After wiping the sweat from his brow, Bill reached down to massage his own balls, giving them a squeeze that made his dick twitch. “I’m going to fuck the life out of you.” Bill snarled, pulling his hand away from his balls to wrap a hand around Algernon’s pink cock. “You’re not allowed to cum until I say, got that?” Bill’s thumb swiped over the head to collect some precum before bringing it to his lips to taste.

“Ngh- we’ll see if you can even get me to cum.” Algernon gave a weak smile, his pupils blown out and eyes half lit. Bill chuckled darkly and locked both hands onto Algernon’s hips, planting his boots firmly on the ground.

“We’ll see for sure.”

Just as Bill pulled his hips back to push back in, the door to the greenhouse opened. “Mr. Wasp? Are you here?”

Bill gave Algernon the most wicked look and slowly pushed into him, letting his cock spear his insides. Algernon panicked, about to sit up before he went limp, his head lolling to the side and hand coming up to muffle a moan. Bill leaned down, forcing the leg on his shoulder to press into Algernon’s midsection. “Better say something before they come all the way in.” Bill whispered harshly with the most devilish smirk he could muster.

Algernon gulped and grabbed Bill’s flannel, trying to clear his throat. “S-sorry! I’m closed at the moment! Come back l-AH-ter.”

“Are you okay, Mr. Wasp?” The customer called and started to walk towards them.

With an exaggerated eye roll, Bill thrusted his hips and barked over his shoulder. “Ya got sawdust in yer ears?! The man said he was closed,” he quietly snickered and looked down at their joined bodies. “Well, his legs definitely ain’t.”

“Bill, don’t be so rud-ngh!” Algernon clenched his jaw shut as the outlaw rolled his hips slowly, making his dick drag and pull on his insides. After the customer left with an indignant huff, Algernon grabbed Bill’s cheeks and kissed him sloppily on the mouth. His composure had crumbled leaving a touch-starved wanton man in its wake.

Bill curled his tongue on the inside of Algernon’s mouth, flicking it against his as their teeth clacked together. One of Bill’s hands cradled Algernon’s thigh to his chest while the other wove around the thigh locked over his hip. “I can’t wait to pump my load into ya, have ya dripping for days afterward.”

Algernon nodded absently, his face flushed and mouth parted. His lips were already turning a bruised color from the kissing, which made Bill’s balls ache and cock pulse. Spurred by how blissed out Algernon was, Bill started a rhythmic pace. His dick sliding in smoothly and ending with a buck of his hips before pulling out sharply. Algernon’s back curved beautifully as his arms flung above his head to grip the edge of the table.

Each jerk of Bill’s hips made Algernon gasp and his tits bounce. Bill watched through half lidded eyes before the pressure in his groin became too much, and he increased the speed at which he entered Algernon. This pulled a more strangled noise from the artist and his leg tightened around Bill.

“Oh-oh Bill it’s so good- hmmm! M-More, please!” Algernon had tears welling in his eyes.

“Tell me ya want it. You want my filthy cock buried in ya. No one else’s, just mine.” Bill snarled while humping into Algernon like a dog. The table rocked loudly against the floor as Bill waited for a response out of the moaning mess under him. He felt ready to burst, and from the way Algernon’s cock dripped precum down the shaft and his inner walls tightened up, Bill guessed he was close as well. “I’m waitin’, bitch.”

Bill swatted a hand over one of Algernon’s soft round tits, making the upper class man whine. “Oh fuck! Please Bill I want you to cum in me. Please, please! You’re the only one!”

“Yessss, good slut.” Bill moaned, pistoling his hips in and out, frothing the precum and gun oil in Algernon’s channel. Euphoria hit, making his head swim and chest heave as the thought of finally having Algernon tipped him over. With two thrusts that made Algernon’s teeth clack together, Bill came. A low groan rumbled out of his chest, some spit flying between his clenched teeth, but Bill didn’t stop thrusting until his balls stopped aching.

Bill didn’t realize he had collapsed on top of Algernon until the smaller man slurred that he was flexible but his leg couldn’t hold that position for long. Bill pushed himself off the warm body, nearly stumbling as he looked at the mess on Algernon. He had cum over his own corset and drool ran down his cheek. “Goddamn, I gotta say you look better as a needy whore covered in cum rather than an uptight city bitch.”

As his flaccid cock pulled out of Algernon’s winking hole, Bill watched it intensely. Cum dripped down onto the floor creating a puddle under the table. Bill licked his lips and smeared his dirty cock head over the gaping hole he carved before he grabbed Algernon’s puff tie to wipe his dick off and tuck it away.

After throwing the tie away, Bill planted a few sweet kisses from Algernon’s chest up to his neck. “How does my Princess feel now? Hmm? Liked being fucked by a big man? Told ya you didn’t need that Contessa whore.” Bill’s voice was rough and his chest still heaved as he tried to catch his breath.

Bill swept a stray hair out of Algernon’s face and picked up his monocle, smearing the glass with his finger tips. He placed it on Algernon’s face making the disheveled artist chuckle and mumble a ‘thank you’.

“How about we get you cleaned up? I could use a drink right about now.” Bill suggested while holding his hand out for Algernon to take.

“I can brew some tea, just let me get my balance back.” Algernon hummed while taking Bill’s hand and sitting upright. Bill almost groaned in disgust. Tea was not his idea of a drink.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #bill williamson #Algernon wasp #fanfic #rarepair asks #my writing #smut

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ijustwant2write · 4 years ago

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The Tomboy-Shelby Family x Shelby!Sister!Reader

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Tags: @jenepleurepasbaby @amirahiddleston @bloodorangemoonlight @haphazardhufflepuff @mzcrazy2

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hi!! I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is a major tomboy and the youngest Shelby and people start to bully her because she never acts like a girl and she comes home crying and everyone comforts her and next time she goes out the boys stand up for her? Thank you!!!’

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Shelby!Sister!Reader (siblings), Arthur Shelby x Shelby!Sister!Reader (siblings), John Shelby x Shelby!Sister!Reader (siblings), Finn Shelby x Shelby!Sister!Reader (siblings), Ada Shelby x Shelby!Sister!Reader (siblings), Polly Gray x Shelby!Sister!Reader (aunt)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, homophobia, bullying, crying, fluff

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Woman tutted as she watched past, instantly whispering to each other once she was out of earshot. Men would take a double glance, frowning at the woman’s attire, shaking their heads as they thought about what kind of body was hidden beneath those clothes. (Y/N) never took any notice, knowing that she stood out from the other girls.

Besides being a Shelby, she was known for not wearing the usual attire a woman of their time would wear. Although she was mostly spotted in suits (falling in love with them after her aunt Pol had showed up in one), (Y/N) surprised those around her by slipping on a dress sometimes, but that was an extremely rare occasion. (Y/N) liked covering up, she wasn’t ashamed of her body, it was just that this was comfier; and leering men wouldn’t ogle at her, she wouldn’t give them the chance. And round Small Heath, there were plenty of people like that.

“That’s a new one (Y/N).” Ada noticed (Y/N) in a new suit as she spotted her across the street.

(Y/N) looked up and down the road before crossing, smiling at her sister and nephew.“Indeed it is. Got a bonus on a job Tommy gave me, thought I would treat myself. Alright Karl?"

The young boy nodded, about to say something when his mother interrupted him.

“A job?!” Ada exclaimed.“Why did Tommy send you?”

“Because I’m perfectly capable. Finn’s starting to take on more jobs, and he’s only a year older than me.”

She huffed, rolling her eyes.“You’re too cocky for your own good. Speaking of the other baby in the family, have you sorted out Finn's birthday present?"

(Y/N) ignored her sister's comment."I have actually! So you are going to be there tomorrow night, at the Garrison?"

"Yes, why do you sound surprised?"

(Y/N) shrugged."Just heard you and Tommy arguing the other day."

"Oh, that was Tommy being an idiot."

"So nothing out of the ordinary?"

Ada laughed."Nope."

"I'm not allowed to go." Karl huffed.

"What?" (Y/N) acted surprised."Why not? It won't be a party if you're not there?"

Ada sighed."Don't encourage him."

"And with that being said, I need to head off. See you tomorrow night Ada, bye Karl!"

She winked at them as she walked away, cheekily smiling to herself when she saw her sister's disgruntled face. She was glad that she wasn't a parent yet, it looked far too stressful.

The day of her brother's birthday had arrived. (Y/N) still lived with her aunt, but left the house early that morning to visit Finn in his new flat. It wasn't the most glamorous place, you would be surprised to find out a Shelby was living in such a place; nevertheless, he was still lucky to have a place of his own. With his presents in her arms, she passed women coming back from a night of working the corner, a few homeless man, and those leaving for work, but she kept a smile on her face. Finn wasn't expecting her, and she knew she was way too excited for his birthday.

Walking down the hall, she was almost at his door when she heard the woman she just passed by mumble something. (Y/N) would have ignored it if the woman didn't continue staring at her.

"Can I help you?" (Y/N) boldly said. She was never afraid to call out someone.

This woman was older, she must have been around Polly's age. She looked away, sighing before speaking."I just don't understand you people."

"'You people'?"

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. You women, if I should even call you that...women that enjoy the company of other women."

"Are you calling me a homosexual?"

"It's pretty obvious isn't it?"

"Do you know who you're talking to?"

"Look, I was minding my own business-"

"But you weren't, were you? You decided to make a comment about me under your breath instead of keeping it in your little head."

She scoffed."Oh, there's that attitude, not surprising whatsoever."

"Fuck off you old bat." (Y/N) knocked on Finn's door, praying that he would answer soon.

"Hope you're not seeing some young man, wouldn't want to disappoint him."

"Didn't I already tell you to fuck off?"

Just as she finished her sentence, Finn opened the door, looking confused as to why his sister was there and what was going on. He leaned against the door frame as the woman walked away, glancing down to see (Y/N)'s scowling face.

"Bringing trouble into my neighbourhood?" Finn mumbled, rubbing his eyes from tiredness.

"No, your neighbours are just twats. Anyway, happy birthday!" she exclaimed the last part of her sentence, shoving the presents into his hands.

He stumbled back into his flat, managing to shut the door after (Y/N) let herself in.“Uh, thanks. What are you doing here?”

“Coming to wish my brother a happy birthday?” she sarcastically replied, disappearing into the kitchen before returning with a bottle of whiskey.“And to make sure he starts the day off right!”

“You’ve definitely started to pick up on Tommy’s bad habits.”

Although she was having a good time with Finn, (Y/N) couldn’t stop thinking about the comments made about her. Of course it wasn’t the first time, but she noticed more and more people openly staring or saying something. It was confusing to her as people new who she was, they knew what family she was apart of; she could get them beaten up or even killed. So where had the confidence come from? And why were they even saying anything in the first place? However she wasn’t going to let that show, and she certainly wouldn’t let it effect Finn’s birthday, especially since they were enjoying drinking at such an early hour.

Finn had a suspicion that they would end up in the Garrison that evening, even if there wasn’t an actual party being thrown. He let his sister take him out to a nice restaurant, buy him more presents (though he didn’t mind that when they turned up at the suit shop she frequently visited, they knew how to tailor), and he pretended he didn’t notice there was an edge to her that day. He had seen how easily she flipped her emotions off, though he had also seen the anger and hurt as he opened the door. (Y/N) was a tough Shelby, she would feel belittled if he tried to help her, despite his brotherly instinct desperate to take over.

(Y/N) was awful at acting casual as they approached the Garrison. Finn bluntly told her that he knew people would be waiting for him inside, she profusely denied that, her mouth hurting from trying to suppress a grin. Theatrically opening the doors (that was due to how drunk she already was), Finn flinched as everyone inside cheered, screaming ‘happy birthday’. It was mostly drunk punters who were probably promised free drinks if they acted like they cared, but that didn’t matter to Finn. His brothers, sisters, in-laws, aunt and friends were there. He was handed a glass of whiskey from John, a hard slap on the back following.

“See?” (Y/N) slurred from beside him.“I told you there was a surprise!”

“(Y/N), you told me there wasn’t a surprise.” he reminded her, feeling lighter but he wasn’t at the same level as (Y/N).

She pouted as she thought.“Oh. Well, cheers!”

(Y/N) concentrated on Finn, gripping onto her glass and keeping her focus on the story he was telling, not the group of people clearly talking about her. There were men and women squeezing into a booth, not so subtly pointing, glaring and chatting away about how she looked and acted. (Y/N) was leaning against the bar just as any other man would, hand in a trouser pocket with the other holding her beer. Apparently it was most entertaining to gossip about her.

“Excuse me?” one of the girls had approached her when she was alone.

(Y/N) sighed, looking down into her drink.“Yes?”

“We were just wondering why you dress like that?”

(Y/N) frowned, a tiny part of her hoping they were being serious.“What?”

“We just don’t know how you could wear something like that? Have you not seen some of the beautiful dresses out there? Seriously, a suit does nothing for your figure.”

(Y/N) scoffed, slamming her drink down on the bar.“And what if I don’t want to show my figure?”

“You should.”

“Why?”

“It might be the only thing going for you if you don’t change how you hold yourself.”

“I suggest you go sit back down.” (Y/N) sneered as she began to turn away when some men started hollering.

“Don’t bother the gentleman!”

“The lad is just trying to enjoy a drink!”

“Sorry mate, women am I right?”

They all found themselves hilarious, erupting into laughter as the girls returned. People around them would glance back and forth, waiting for the show to start; what would the Shelby’s do about this? Instead, (Y/N) couldn’t find the strength to stay there and ignore it, storming out of the pub and down the street. Her breath was shaky as she sobbed, unable to hold it in. Her hands fumbled with the keys to the house, slamming the door shut and heading to where the alcohol was kept. She groaned when she didn’t find whiskey, settling for gin and collapsing into the arm chair. As if it were water, (Y/N) drank away, cheeks soaked with tears, wiping her nose with the back of her jacket sleeve, ugly noises escaping her as she let it all out. It was only now that she felt how much emotion she had been building up and holding in; now that she was crying, it was all too overwhelming.

“(Y/N)?” Polly called out as the front door opened.

Polly quickly headed towards the sounds of crying, sympathetically sighing when she saw her niece in such a state. Taking away the gin, she knelt down to eye level with the girl, lifting her face by the chin to make sure she was listening. Tommy and John followed, standing back as they let Polly take the lead.

“What happened?” she demanded to know, though her tone was soft.

“I just don’t understand.” (Y/N) loudly whined.“Why are people so hateful? They don’t have to fucking say anything!”

Alright, alright,“ Polly calmed her,“they disrespected you?”

“Yes! They even came up to me and made a scene, and there was some old bitch from this morning. Why do people hate the way I dress?! How does it effect them?! IT’S NONE OF THEIR BUSINESS!” she screamed the last part.

“(Y/N),” Tommy said,“what other people think, it doesn’t fucking matter. But if it upsets you this much, you need to tell us.”

“Yeah, we need to give them a reminder about who their talking to.” John smirked.

“You don’t hate the way I dress, do you?” (Y/N) asked much more quietly.

“Of course not. You’re our (Y/N).” Polly reassured her.“You’re (Y/N) Shelby, you do whatever the fuck you want. You’re royalty here.”

“(Y/N), we’re going to walk back in there like nothing happened, because it didn’t. It was just a bunch of drunk twats running their mouths.” Tommy said.

John chuckled.“And you know what we’ll do if they start anything else.”

(Y/N) felt nervous as they headed back to the Garrison. Her brothers and aunt walked in before her, and she heard the atmosphere die down as people realised they had returned. (Y/N) expected the noise level to rise once they got their drinks, until she saw Arthur standing up on a chair.

“Oi! All of you listen up!” he shouted, everyone going silent and looking at him.“This ‘ere,” he pointed to (Y/N),“is my baby sister. I fucking love her! And if any of you disrespect her in any way, you will be banned from this pub! Not only that, but you will be hunted down by the Peaky Blinders, and you don’t want to know what we do to people who go against our family!”

(Y/N) smiled at her eldest brother, knowing that he was drunk too, but Arthur still meant every word. Once the tension left, the music and chatter became loud again. He clumsily got down, slinging an arm around her shoulders.

“How was that?”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” (Y/N) giggled.

“It was all true, we all love you. Don’t give a fuck what you wear.”

“Thank you, I’ve got the best family ever.”

“Too fuckin’ right.”

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reidsmissmatchedsocks · 4 years ago

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sexuality headcanons for the bau!!

hotch - this man screams bisexual to me and i dont even know why. he just gives off the vibe. i feel like he has a preference for women but still very much loves men. emily was the first person he came out to (gideon had known but he found out on accident when hotch forgot to change the pronouns while talking abt an ex) since he knew he could trust her with that sort of thing after she came out to the team. shortly after haley died he decided he was tired of hiding this part of himself and came out to the rest of the bau, starting w rossi and then telling reid, morgan, garcia and jj at the same time. they were all very supportive and garcia gave him a little bi pride flag for his desk :)

emily - gayest bitch in the whole show. this woman takes wlw simping to a whole new level w the yearning shes been doing for jj for the last decade. she came out to the team very randomly while they were out at a bar. she slapped her hand on the table and said loudly, “id just like u all to know im a homosexual” and then walked out. everyone was kinda dumbfounded at first but obviously very supportive and happy she felt comfortable enough to tell them. she goes to pride every year and owns a lot of lesbian pride flags. morgan always laughs at her and teases her whenever he sees her obviously checking out someone and is happy he has someone to comfortably talk to abt girls. she gives the guys dating advice claiming shes “the master of dating women” even tho it took her over ten years to build up the courage to ask out jj. rossi finds this fact very funny

garcia - this woman is pan and u cannot tell me otherwise. fuck gender she loves everyone and is only interested in a persons amazing personality (since she prides herself on her ability to judge character) and how willing they are to flirt in public and how much they enjoy pda. garcia never really felt the need to come out assuming everyone just knew already but after emily came out she decided to keep a set of pride flags in her office and she has a pan flag on one of the walls plus an array of different pan themed things. one day rossi asked what the flag was for and she went in detail explaining different sexualities, flags and the significance. she finds the history super interesting and loves going to pride. she also wheres a little pan pride button on her shirts everyday because she thinks it looks nice :D

morgan - bisexual man. do i have to say any more? he never really came out but after seeing him flirt w enough guys while they were out everyone got the point. has a mini pride flag on his desk he got from garcia and a matching flag pin he wears on his shirts most days. he goes to pride w garcia and spencer every year

rossi - unlabled!! hes mostly had relationships w women but that doesnt mean exclusively. he likes men sometimes and has had relationships w them in the past but hes not quite sure which label fits him and thats okay!! hes never specifically stated his preference or sexuality to any of the others but they wouldnt be surprised if he got a bf, moreso surprised he got into a relationship at all

reid - biromantic demisexual!!! it took reid a long time to figure himself out, getting bullied a lot through school w various slurs thrown at him every day not helping. once he was in college he started to realize his attraction to both men and women and it scared him. he also felt like he was wrong for not wanting hookups or flings, he couldn’t understand the appeal. he pushed away a lot of his feelings, too scared of judgement from other people. that changed when he got to the bau tho, he had a family who loved and. supported him and he started to realize maybe it wasnt just him who felt this way. he ended up opening up to garcia after finding out shes pan and she lets him no they love him no matter what and theres nothing wrong w him. she helps him explore labels until he figures out which ones fit and gives him advice on coming out. he comes out to morgan first, hotch soon after, then emily, jj and rossi. they all are super supportive and loving ofc and reassure him that nothing can change their feelings towards him. theyre family.

jj - jj is bisexual!! she is obviously in love w emily but she also was in love w will for a long time. she never came out to the team officially but they all knew and she kept small bi pride things around her office. shes generally less of a gay mess than the rest of them but she definitely has her moments. she goes to pride every couple years w emily and sometimes hotch if they can convince him to tag along. she figured it out at a young age and never rlly doubted her feelings, just being happy w herself. she loves herself and her identity

#criminal minds #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #penelope garcia #emily prentiss #dave rossi #jj jareau #sexuality headcannons #headcanon #hc #none of the bau are straight and i stand by that #ignore me going a bit overboard #i wanna expand on the spencer headcanon tbh #i have so many thoughts #also i didnt add it in the post but morreid #and morcia #how abt morcied?#also jemily for the win

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ffamranxii · 4 years ago

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Hello! Here from Ao3 :) (@bokashi is my side blog)

As mentioned in a comment on your iwaoi story, which ships do you see as legitimately being canon? (a link for the silly geese who haven't read it yet)

For me, I honestly think bokuaka could be canon (we just need the confirmation </3). But for like iwaoi (I get really intense friendship vibes, but like so unabashedly proud and happy to be friends with the other person in canon) or kuroken (maybe like a heather situation, where one of them is in love, but the other isn't; but also, they really teeter on the edge for me) or other ships (I could go on forever), it's a bit more up in the air for me. I indulge and thoroughly enjoy all ship content, but I try to separate the two worlds of fandom and canon too.

I also think it's really easy to enjoy shipping. They're fictional men (thinking manga timeskip here), so it's kind of hard to self-ship (for me), but I want them to be happy in the romance department. Plus, when there are so few women and non-binary people in the show, naturally that shipping is gonna happen between *the bois*. (Although, based on all of the content we get, even with women, I'd still ship them all with their teammates.)

So yeah, I'm really curious about your thoughts on this jumbled mess about shipping and canon vs fanon, etc! Really enjoying your content, thanks for replying to my comments! :)

Hiiiii! Ffamran is a sideblog too, I followed bokashi on my hiatused chibimonkey main.

So tbh, given Japan’s general stance on homosexuality *side eye intensifies* I’d have to say regretfully nobody could be legitimately canon except Tanaka/Kiyoko the token heteroship. HOWEVER, some mangaka (looking at you, CLAMP and Yamaguchi Tsubasa!) dgaf about heteronorms and have written gorgeous and CANON LGBTQ+ characters, so it’s within the realm of possibility that Furudate-sensei intended some of her characters to be gay and maybe her editor or the magazine said “uh, fuck no?” because, I mean, have you READ the manga? Some of it’s pretty fucking gay.

My top 5 ships are the ones I could most likely see being canon: daisuga, iwaoi, kuroken, asanoya, and bokuaka. I’d also add kagehina to that. The evidence is just THERE.

Daichi and Suga are VERY close. They’re always shown together, were introduced together, have been referred to by Furudate-sensei as Karasuno’s parents, Daichi talks Suga up a ton, Suga is very physical with Daichi especially, etc etc. In one panel of the manga, Suga is literally slapping Daichi’s ass. (Under the #ffamran reads manga tag.) Like what? But they’re also the least in your face on this list.

Asanoya is just... a lot of what daisuga is but more obvious. Also introduced as a duo, usually around each other, physical, etc. Noya ONLY sets for Asahi (though once in the anime he set for Tanaka) - that’s HUGE. He learned to do this crazy fucking technique all to better ASAHI. He refuses to play without Asahi. At the very least, Noya is bisexual and has a thing for Asahi. PLUS they travel the GODDAMN WORLD together at the end of the manga.

Iwaoi might as well be official. There’s the whole Iwaizumi milk bread thing (like SERIOUSLY, how much more do you NEED?), the nicknames/name-calling/teasing, the constant touching, the complete trust and connection. Oikawa relies overtly on Iwa, and Iwa is constantly checking on and reassuring him. These two blatantly love each other.

Kuroken is another where at least one of them has a thing for the other. Kuroo is SMITTEN with Kenma. He’s constantly taking care of him, checking on him, monitoring his comfort. When he, Kai, and Yaku are discussing Kenma, Kuroo’s face is just so in LOVE with this fucking boy. Kenma is up in the air - he’s not as expressive as Kuroo, or as emotional. He keeps his feelings firmly inside. But I’d say it’s safe to assume he cares very deeply for Kuroo and loves him, and it’s a 50/50 toss up if it’s romantic love.

Bokuaka. Bro. At first I was gonna say “ehhhhh, it’s probably wishful thinking on our part,” but then I remembered: Akaashi decided to attend Fukurodani SOLELY because he saw Bokuto play. Bokuto honed the fuck in on him the day they met and basically staked his claim. These two embody the love at first sight trope and they are comfortably settled in a serious relationship. Why else does Akaashi know him so well, and vice versa? Akaashi made and MEMORIZED a list of Bokuto’s weaknesses, and knows exactly how to get him out of every slump, and Bokuto is intrinsically aware of when Akaashi’s at his limit, and pushes past his own weaknesses to support him at that time. Out of everyone, these two are the most likely to have started their relationship before the manga.

Kagehina. I watched the first episode (I saw the anime before I read the manga) and I distinctly remember my overall impression was “these two are gonna fuck, aren’t they?” They’re dumb. They’re SO fucking dumb, and I respect Furudate-sensei SO MUCH for making both her protagonists stupid as fuck. These two would be a vicious slow burn. They don’t get together during the manga. They’re too busy competing with each other. Their flirting is competition. They’re SO into each other beyond a normal friendly rivalry but they both think it’s just a friendly rivalry because they’re SO DUMB.

Honorable mention to Tsukiyama, because while these two are easy to write off as just good friends, there are very subtle hints that they may be more than, the biggest being Tsukki’s distaste if anyone but Yamaguchi calling him Tsukki (and Yamaguchi hates when other people say it too) and their “tough love” type of support for each other. They seem to be a very private couple, if they were intended as such.

Also: Yachi. Yachi is CLEARLY a lesbian.

It could also be argued that Ushiten was hinted at being canon, since Tendou clearly loves Ushiwaka. It’s not a ship I like but I very easily see why it’s a popular ship. I think I posted about it before somewhere, but the tl;dr of it is Tendou is ALL OVER Ushiwaka. Supports him 1000% in the face of anyone and everyone, clings to him (not physically, but like... emotionally?) at school, and just everything he does is FOR Ushiwaka. Like, did Ushiwaka even have friends before Tendou started talking to him? And Ushiwaka softens around Tendou, becomes more human and likeable. He doesn’t act that way around anyone else. They might just be the bromance to end all bromances, or one of them has a crush, or maybe they do love each other - their relationship is ambiguous in that regard. But I will add: Ushiwaka did fly all the way to France to see Tendou, and I don’t see anyone else (except Asanoya) making worldwide trips for each other.

#those are the most plausible imo #that’s why they’re also the most popular #you could also put Ukai/ittetsu here but I see that more in the anime than the manga #haikyuu

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msjr0119 · 5 years ago

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Forgive me

A mini series, includes suicide and abuse.

Based on true events but using TRR characters who are owned by Pixelberry.

Using usual tags let me know if you want to be removed...

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Liam Rhys the Crown prince of Cordonia, had hesitantly agreed to his friends plans about visiting New York for his bachelor party. His brother, the former Crown Prince had recently moved to New York but Liam hadn’t kept in touch with him. They were close as children, but since his abdication they became more like strangers. Leo returned to Cordonia as and when he liked. Walking around the city, Liam thought about his brother; wondering what he was doing, wondering if he was married, had kids, had a job. Wondering if he was happy living the life he could do. If his paths crossed with his older brother he could quite easily throttle the playboy who thought more about his dick than his royal responsibilities.

Drake Walker had chosen quite possibly the most run down dive bar he could find to start the nights events off.

“Welcome to the states, your highness. Nothing beats alcohol and greasy food...”

Liam sighed, he didn’t even want to be here- he didn’t even want to be the Prince anymore. Walking through the doors, this really was a dive bar- it was empty and quiet. The bar stools looked as if they would potentially snap if you lent on it, covered in dust.

“Where’s the music?” Exclaimed Max feeling disappointed- he loved music and to dance. This place felt like they were in a morgue.

“Forget the music! Waiter!” Drake clicked his fingers. The waiter ambled up towards the men forcing a fake smile.

“Yes Sir. What can I get ya?” Daniel asked politely, whilst checking his watch. Hoping they wouldn’t be indecisive regarding their order.

“Four deluxe burgers and a bottle of whiskey.”

“Yes sir, my colleague will bring your drinks shortly as I have finished my shift.”

*****

The men looked over at the waiting staff, the waiter that had taken their original order was just leaving- he kissed a girl on the cheek before he left. The four men’s eyes all fixated on the beautiful goddess stood in front of them.

Turning around with a bottle of whiskey and four tumbles- Riley locked eyes with the four men. No it can’t be. Gulping, as if she had seen a ghost- she failed to realise that the items had slipped out of her hands. Her feet covered in a whiskey residue.

“So what’s your family and closest friends like? Will I ever meet them?”

“I’d rather you not meet them. They are a bunch of misfits. A bunch of hypocrites too apart from Li my kid brother. He’s the kindest man alive and will be the perfect king for our country. He’s loyal too. He has these sparkly baby blues that will swoon anyone.”

“So do you. Although you’re a flirt. I don’t think he’s like that is he?”

“Deep down I think he probably is. But he is an expert using his stoic expressions. If you ever met him you’ll understand. You’d probably fall in love with him too.” Riley laughed, she does fall in love easily but she wasn’t ready to commit to anyone in this situation.

“What about your friends then? I’ve heard about all your family now.”

“Well there’s Liam’s best friend, Drake Walker. He’s a miserable bastard- always sulking, whiskey in hand, he’s handsome don’t get me wrong. But he’s not the type admit feelings. He’s had a tough life.”

“Miserable bastard- I think you’re overreacting?”

“No I’m not. He will stand in the corner of the room at events people watching. I just think he needs to let his hair down and get laid. Then there’s Lord Maxwell...”

“A snooty Lord?”

“No, he’s quite the opposite. He’s a kid at heart- hyper at times. He’s cute in a way. Puppy dog eyes all the time- he’s the spare heir and constantly gets criticised but honestly Ri, he is the most kind hearted person I know. He’s friendly and outgoing - everyone instantly loves him. Then there’s Tariq...”

“Is he a snooty Lord? Come on, there’s got to be some snob in your friend ship group.”

“Oh yes! He’s a snob all right. I avoided him at all costs. You’d recognise him walking down the street- he pays an extortionate price for clothes and shoes. He’s worse than women. He will only order expensive food and wine.”

******

“Riley! Clean it up now!” Her manager snapped at her- making her jump and come out of her trance.

The men heard the glass smash and immediately stared at the waitress who looked shocked. Liam stood up, walking towards her- he bent down and helped her pick up the glass.

“Are you okay... miss?”

“Er, Riley. I’ll get you guys another bottle of whiskey. I’ll pay- it’s on the house.”

“No need. I can afford to buy them both.” Of course you can- shit it really is them. Tears began to form in her eyes, returning to the bar- watching the four men she realised Leo’s descriptions were true. How could she tell them the truth? The tragic accident that occurred three months ago. Her heart was breaking once more.

“I’ll be right back Liam.” Liam looked at her confused as to how she knew his name, as she turned her back on him. Returning to the table- he provided a bewildered expression and remained silent.

“Please tell me you’re not falling for the waitress?”

“Drake... she knew my name. She said Liam. How does she know my name?”

“Er she probably overheard us... the nosey bitch.”

Liam nodded, still not believing she overheard them- the distance between them and the bar was too far.

“I’m so sorry for the delay, here are your drinks. Your food will shortly be here.”

“Thank you, Riley. How do you know my name?”

Shit. It slipped out of my mouth

“She’s a crown chaser Liam - obviously.” Drake snapped, assuming she knew about cordonia.

“Obviously I am Drake Walker. You’re an arsehole! I’m surprised you’re not hiding in the corner sulking.”

Maxwell burst out laughing uncontrollably, confused at how she described Drake to a t but it was funny seeing Drake’s eyebrows raise.

“How would you describe me then?” Maxwell smiles, giddy wondering how the friendly stranger would describe him.

“The spare heir Lord Maxwell. Friendly, outgoing- a kid at heart. And Lord Tariq you’re just a snob. Now we’ve done the introductions I better return to work. Enjoy your night gentlemen.”

“This is crazy! She knows all about us.” Drake stated, his jaw still agape with the rude attitude the waitress had towards him.

Liam stood up from the table- he wondered how she knew this information. If she had researched Cordonia- she wouldn’t be able to describe their personalities.

“Can we talk?”

“Sure. You’ll have to follow me around though.”

“So how do you know us all? I’m intrigued.”

“I don’t know any of you. But we had a mutual friend.”

Had? I don’t know anyone in New York apart from....

“Who?” Liam questioned hoping that it was his ignorant brother.

“Leo.” Riley managed to say his name, her chin trembling ever so slightly.

“That explains it. How is my brother? Have you spoken to him recently? I haven’t heard from him in over three months.” Liam snarled in a sarcastic manner.

“Liam, come and sit with me. I’ll get you a drink- you’ll need it.”

Walking back over to the bar, the other men watched the interaction- assuming Liam was trying to ‘pull’ the waitress. Riley handed him a scotch, holding his hand- her eyes began to water.

“So... Erm...” Riley bit her lip. Not knowing how this conversation was going to elaborate.

“Did you know the real reasoning behind Leo’s abdication?”

“Of course. He said he wanted to find love and not have the crowns responsibilities.”

“The truth is....He found love. And... your father found out. He was furious. Erm. Oh god Liam. I don’t know how to tell you.”

“Just fucking tell me Riley!” The other three men overhead Liam unexpectedly swear and shout at the stranger. It was out of character for the Prince. They all stormed over to the bar. Riley began crying uncontrollably, Drake had never seen Liam make a woman cry before- usually they would kiss him, especially if they knew his true identity.

“Leo.. I was married to him. We have a son.”

“So why was my father furious? Because you had a child out of wedlock? He abdicated so what did it matter? I have a nephew?”

“Yes, he’s called Lucas- he’s 1 next Saturday. Our marriage was a sham. Liam- he abdicated because he was homosexual. He found love with a man- I was the fake part of his life. Your father knew about me and Lucas but found out the truth on an impromptu trip here. Leo... he ... he couldn’t take living a lie anymore. Your father and Regina disowned him. Constantine told him ‘you are not my son, you never will be’ before slapping him across the face. Three months ago....Leo took his own life.”

#theroyalromance #choices trr #riley brooks #drakewalker #maxwell beaumont #liam rhys #leo rhys #leo x riley

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gold-from-straw · 5 years ago

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Divergence - ch5

Sorry this is late!! I had a shite weekend! This chapter includes Erik being super protective and angry and angsty... TW for hints of past suicidal ideation at the very end. I hope you enjoy though!!

Read from the beginning on AO3 if you prefer!

They gathered together in one of the living rooms, all eyes on the three Charleses (Charlesen? What plural could possibly work here?) together on the couch. Raven in particular couldn’t stop staring at the two newcomers.

“Where do you think they came from, Professor?” Alex asked.

“Hopefully Hank will be able to answer that,” Charles said, forcing a smile.

Hank pushed his glasses up on his nose and peered down at the readout on his device. “It’s fascinating, they both seem to have slightly different isotopic balances. Almost like they’ve come from different universes.”

Sean shook his head. “Woah. Time travelling from a different universe, man.”

“I should be able to work out a way to send them back soon enough,” said Hank, smiling up at the Charlesen, who all nodded sagely.

“Send them back?” demanded Erik. “Why on Earth would you do that?”

The room was silent for a moment. Hank cleared his throat. “Well, they are children. They’ve got to be sent back to their parents.”

“So they can be treated like that?” Erik gestured sharply at teenage Charles’ face. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Erik,” said Charles softly, looking up at him.

Why didn’t you tell me? Erik asked, directly into Charles’ mind. You let me mock you for growing up here when you had to endure… this!

“Really, Erik?” Charles said aloud, glaring at him. “You expect me to bother you, of all people, with the… the insignificant hurts of my childhood?”

Erik huffed and gestured to the teenager’s face again. “You call this insignificant?”

Charles turned to his younger self, his brow crinkling up in distress. “No, I…! Oh, I’m sorry, I never...” He sighed and closed his eyes, biting his lip.

“It’s OK,” said young Charles softly.

“No… no, it’s not,” said Charles, cupping the boy’s cheek and looking at the mess of his face. “It’s not OK at all.” He huffed something like a laugh. “It’s… easier to be compassionate with you than with myself. I’m sorry.”

“I’m with Erik here,” said Sean, and Erik raised his eyebrows in surprise. “But if you two stay, we’re gonna have to think of new names for all of you. I’ve been calling you Baby Charles and Young Charles in my head and it’s not working out for me.”

Erik rolled his eyes, but everyone else laughed, clinging to anything to relieve the tension. “And what are you calling me, dare I ask?” Charles said.

“Professor,” replied Sean promptly.

Charles laughed again. “Well, I’m fine with that.”

“I’m not calling you Professor,” Erik said. The others laughed once more, and Erik let them, but he was serious. He wasn’t happy about calling either of the children Charles either, not when that name had come to mean the only good part of the world to him, encompassing frustration and debate, admiration and the deepest, yearning love.

He heard the slight gasp and looked up to see the teenager staring at him, wide eyed and pink cheeked.

Shit. Obviously Charles developed his morals a little older than that.

The boy hunched slightly, and Charles - Erik’s Charles (even if he never truly would be Erik’s…) took the boy’s hand with a worried glance.

“N-nothing,” the boy said, then gulped and flushed again as he realised he’d answered a telepathic question out loud. He looked around at the roomful of people. “Uh, I don’t mind being called Francis. It’s my - our - middle name.”

“Can I be Arthur?” asked the smallest Charles, jumping up and down in his seat. “Like in the Sword in the Stone, he--” Then he froze, and looked around warily. “That is… if I’m allowed?” He hunched his shoulders. “I suppose I wouldn’t be a very good king, not like Arthur.”

“You’d be an amazing King Arthur,” said Raven firmly. Her voice sounded strangled.

Little Charles - Arthur - sat up straight again and beamed at her. Charles smiled down at him fondly, and Erik looked away from him before he started projecting his emotions to anyone else. He cleared his throat and caught Francis’ eye. “Come on,” he said, jerking his head to the side. “I’ll teach you to throw a punch.”

“Erik, no!” Charles cried. “He’s only a boy!”

“A boy who’s having the crap beaten out of him on a regular basis, by the look of it,” Erik said. He started walking out, and Charles scrambled to catch him.

“Erik, please. Look, if he is going to be staying here, he won’t have to worry about Kurt, so you don’t need to--”

“There’s more than one bastard in the world,” Erik said. He stopped suddenly and glared down at Charles, trying to forget that he wanted nothing more than to gather this impossible, beautiful man up, with his ridiculous hair and stupid hidden hurts, and fold him close. Pretend Erik could be soft for him. Lovable.

He swallowed it all down. “You know, at a certain point, pacifism isn’t a moral stance, Charles. It’s just a word a battered boy uses to fool himself into thinking he’s got a choice. Turning the other cheek doesn’t count if someone’s holding your face.”

Charles looked broken for an instant before his face closed off. Immediately, Erik regretted all of it. “Charles,” he said, reaching for him, but Charles pushed past.

And there, right behind him, cowering close to the wall, was Francis.

“Did you hear all of that?”

Francis’ eyes darted here and there, but he nodded once, sharply.

Erik sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He could feel Francis’ distress rolling off him in waves, and for a moment he seriously considered walking away, letting someone more qualified than him find the boy and fix the mess he’d made. “Come on,” he said at last. “I promised you a lesson.”

Francis hesitated, then trotted after Erik. In the gym, he turned to the boy and strapped a pair of knuckle gloves on his hands. “Right. Let’s see you throw a punch.” He gestured to the nearest punch bag.

Francis glanced up at him, took a couple of shallow breaths, then swung wildly at the bag, his floppy brown hair falling over his scrunched up eyes.

“Hurts, hmm?” Erik said, raising an eyebrow.

Francis hunched slightly. “N-no, sir.”

“The way you just hit the bag, I’m amazed you haven’t broken a thumb. Here.” He pulled Francis’ glove back off. “Bend your knuckles one, then two, then put your thumb on the outside. No, not there, those big knuckles are the part you hit with. Down across the second knuckles, that’s it.” He held Francis’ wrist and slapped the flat of his fist. “Remember that, yes?”

“One, two, three,” said Francis, opening and closing his hand.

Erik replaced the glove and held out his hand, forming a fist as he’d just shown the boy. “Remember - one, two, three. No more loose fists. Now, try again.”

Francis punched the bag. “Good,” said Erik. “Again. And again. Again.”

Francis threw punch after punch at the bag, until his hair was lying lank and sweaty against his forehead. “We’ll leave it there for today,” Erik said, unwrapping Francis’ gloves again. The boy sagged in relief, and Erik chuckled. “Go get a drink and a shower.”

Francis turned to the door, then hesitated. “Do you really feel that way about him? About us, I suppose?”

Erik gritted his teeth and looked at Francis. Why couldn’t he just let it go? Francis hunched again. “Sorry, sorry, I’ll just…”

“Just him,” Erik said gruffly. “You’re from a different world. You’re not him. And more than that, you’re sixteen, you’re a child. Whatever you overhear of my feelings for him, they’re no threat to you.” He frowned. “Or him, of course, but--”

“I didn’t think that! I just…” he swallowed and wrung the blazer in his hands. “I was just… is he? Homosexual?”

“I don’t--”

“Because I think I…” Francis sniffed and looked down, then visibly steeled himself. “I think… there’s a boy in my school and I--”

Erik groaned. He was not made for these kinds of conversations! “I don’t know, Francis, you’d have to ask him.”

“But what if… what if we’re different? That way? What if I’m just a… a freak, and he’s disgusted by me - or what if he’s ashamed of the way I think - the way he was?”

Erik put both hands on Francis’ shoulders. “No, Charles is nothing like that. He would never make you feel that way.”

Francis bit his lip and his chin wobbled. Erik sighed. “If you like, I’ll have a word with him first. Let him know how much it means to you, that he accepts you?”

Francis shook his head violently. “Then he’ll know… he might be sick of me because I’m so pathetic and needy… and--”

“Hey, hey!” Erik squeezed his shoulders, embarrassment and exasperation with the conversation fading away to concern. “You’re none of those things, you hear me? Now, would you say those things - or even think them - about your younger self? About Arthur?”

Francis shook his head, tears sliding down his cheeks. Erik tugged him into a hug. “Then you have nothing to worry about from Charles. You won’t have changed that much in ten years.”

He held Francis as he wept quietly, and wondered if the same could be said of him. If his sixteen-year-old self would recognise him, or if he’d be terrified of him. If he’d be proud of all he’d achieved, or still wish he’d died in the camps.

I have a permanent tag list for this, if you’d like to be added please let me know! Otherwise I just add people who interacted with the last chapter! Thank you <3 @insertmeaningfulusername, @mathmusicreading, @colonelsebbiemoran, @ethanstcoulson, @gerec, @kungpao-giffy, @mnemo-ink, @writing-with-melon, @melonreblogsstories, @these-maginot-lines, @unluvablemisfit, @fullmetalcarer, @lyricfulloflight, @marveltrashblog, @ketchavies-thoorrrr666, @ketch-em-all, @cheeseplatypusandiceskates, @threecheer, @like-a-never-ending-rainstorm, @princ3ss-of-the-m00n, @kernezelda, @thepaintingsafake, @askprofessorx, @kaeden4, @akasanata, @st4rprinc3ss, @suriya-12, @thechaoticwave

#Lyn's Writing #cherik #Divergence (Charlesen)#Charles Xavier #Erik Lehnsherr #multiple universes #multiple selves #implied child abuse/neglect #emotional hurt/comfort #poor charles #poor erik

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hptruefan-cheekytorah · 5 years ago

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Nano-vember | The Glue

Part XIX

Tag List: @drarryruinedme7 @keyflight790 @cassiaratheslytherpuff @dewitty1 @hdanalyst @moose-1967 @slytherin-queen07 @maltters

Thank you to the very wonderful @keyflight790 for Beta Reading this story! ❤️❤️

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The Glue Masterlist

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“Really, darling, I think you might be going soft.”

“Fuck you, Pans,” Draco snapped and sunk deeper in to her soft cream leather couch, relishing in the extravagance and the comfort.

He hated going to his parents for longer than a couple hours. Always forced to endure conversations with the poshest connections Lucius Malfoy could muster up after his fall from societies approving eye.

Which was to say, those connections were far lower than Lucius had ever deigned to associate with before. It was amusing to say the least, watching his father biting his tongue every few moments, when his guests made social blunders like elbows on the table or bringing up topics one ought not talk about in polite company. Though, Draco didn't like the topics his father always seemed to enjoy most: marriage, Pureblood traditions and, of course, as a slap in the face to Draco, the blasphemy of public homosexuality.

So when he finally escaped Sunday afternoon with Pansy, he sighed in utter relief. That is, until she proved to be not much better company.

“No, really, Draco. You and Potter; all this cuddling and sweet words. It makes me want to upchuck my lunch.”

“You’re just jealous that you don’t get regular sex.”

“Oh, regular sex isn’t the issue. My partners just can’t seem to make up their minds.”

“Partners?”

Pansy cackled. She thrummed her long pointed nails on her leather skirt, but she worried her bottom lip, the only sign she was unsure, or insecure. Draco could see the dark shadows under her eyes and sadness in the dark of her irises.

“I’ve been sleeping with a couple quite regularly for the past six months. Or I was until a month ago. She told me privately, the last time, that she thinks she might be falling in love with me and he just about broke a blood vessel when I told him. I couldn’t not,” She sighed and pulled at the hem of her skirt. “I wasn’t supposed to get invested in their marriage. Really I should call the entire thing off.”

“And he doesn’t feel the same?”

“Darling, this man is so in love with his wife,” Pansy rolled her eyes. “It would be painful, if I didn’t almost understand.”

“Right, almost,” Draco mocked and then he grinned. “You couldn’t possibly get it, you’d have to have real feelings to understand that.”

“Precisely,” She smiled, though Draco could see it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “And I don’t. I would never let myself blur the lines of casual sex. Completely not my style. That’s for plebians and underagers.”

Draco slid his arm around her shoulders and pulled her face into the crook of his neck. She trembled in his arms and he smoothed her hair. She was hurting, he could tell, and all he wanted to do was make it better but he couldn’t. This was something she’d have to figure out on her own.

“What harm could there be in-”

“I think he would leave her, and her marriage, their kids, their families; all of that means more to her than what could be with me.” Pansy sniffed and quickly wiped her cheeks as she pulled away and rose to her feet. “Besides, I’m not confident I could share her with someone, if I couldn’t be with them in the same way.”

Draco followed her into her kitchenette just to the left of her sitting room. She began rummaging through her cupboards for cups and tea bags, and flicked her wand at the kettle. Soon she had two steaming cups of aromatic Earl Grey in their hands as they sat around the bar counter behind the sink. The counters were white and grey marble, striking against the light grey modern walls and the black muggle appliances in her kitchen.

“How would that even work, anyways. She couldn’t have two partners, what was she thinking telling you? This woman sounds like a selfish cow to me.”

“Draco,” Pansy said in a warning tone. “She is the farthest thing from that. And whoever told you that, and I can very much guess who, was completely and utterly wrong. You can be with as many or as few partners as you and everyone involved is comfortable with. I think it would be selfish of her husband to threaten divorce but he’s about as hot headed as I am and I might do the same thing.”

“You wouldn’t.”

She smiled sadly. “You’re right, I wouldn’t. But if I didn’t want to share I would figure out how to make the situation better, or I would walk away. I wouldn’t hold it over her head, I’d just be honest about what I was comfortable with.”

“I-” Draco paused. “I want Neville Longbottom.”

“Of course you do, darling. It’s horribly obvious.”

“Harry does too.”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“I don’t want to just have casual sex. I don’t know what exactly I do want, but It’s not..”

“This?” She asked pointing to herself and her tears stained cheeks.

“You need to talk to them, whoever they are,” Draco said sternly. “They would both be fools to let you go. They might even already know that. Did you tell her how you felt?”

Pansy played with her fingers and looked away.

“Listen here, you god awful wench, you can’t sit there and tell me to act when you are sitting here like a pup with its tail between its legs.”

Pansy chuckled and pushed Draco’s shoulder playfully. Their cups drained, and their bellies warm, Pansy dragged Draco back into the sitting room and rested her head on his shoulder as they watched the fireplace crackle and burn.

“Salazar, help us, we have quite the thing for attractive Gryffindors.” Pansy grinned.

“Who-”

“I cannot say, love,” Pansy said softly. “When I can, you’ll be the first to know.”

#harry potter #draco malfoy #neville longbottom #hp #drarry #harry x draco #draco x harry #drarryville #love #drarry squad #drarry gang #drarry lemon #drarryville love #nano vember #nano #triad #poly triad

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lipstickbisous · 6 years ago

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familiar figure┃c.m.b

i am in such a fluffy mood and i wouldn’t really consider this fluff but it’s cute...? also i have completely swerved now whoops.

summary; corbyn can’t help but fall a little bit in love with the girl who continuously yells out her opinion that no one seems to care about at a college party.

warnings? you might not agree with the political opinions stated in here so don’t come for me, swearing

request? nope, again lol

tags? @coolkidcorbyn @technolilly @gracenadinelimelight @splendidseavey @poutybrock @fallingforbesson @seaveyssparkle @boredombesson

the only time corbyn besson enjoyed parties was when he was six years old and they were birthday parties. whether they were his, or his sibling’s, or his friends, it didn’t matter because either way he was invited and he got free cake.

unfortunately for him, college did not work that way.

just because corbyn was friends with someone didn’t mean he was instantly invited to their party. and, much to his dismay, there was no cake.

he knew only a few people at the party. and he couldn’t say that he was close friends with them, so for the majority of the time, he awkwardly stood with those people and did his best to remain in their conversations.

he began to feel bad. he had put so much thought and effort into his outfit for that night. he had been overthinking everything, only for him to arrive and to be that one guy who stands in a corner.

and then he had a drink.

and suddenly, he was mr. popular. he held multiple contests with other people and remained undefeated.

the next day, everybody seemed to know his name. everybody wanted to talk to him, to sit next to him in class. multiple girls asked for his number - it was great. corbyn was now a popular person, and it was all because of one thing.

“you coming tonight, besson?” corbyn heard his friend ask him. his eyes left the figure of the girl who sat to his left, quietly writing notes.

you.

he shrugged. “i don’t know, jo,” jonah’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. corbyn never missed a party. he lived to hear the crowd cheering his name. then, jonah’s eyes trailed to whatever corbyn was looking at.

her.

“bro,” he smiled, laughing as he snapped his fingers in front of corbyn’s eyes. it brought the blonde out of his trance, but he pushed his friend’s hands out of his way. “stop staring, that’s not gonna do shit for you.”

corbyn slapped jonah’s chest. “shut up, man.” he sighed as he sat back in his seat and opened up his textbook.

“she’ll be there, ya know,” corbyn heard daniel’s voice speak from behind him. the brunette took a seat next to corbyn. the blonde groaned as his friend purposely blocked his view of the girl.

“really?” corbyn asked, not believing one word his friends said.

jonah nodded. “she’s friends with christina.” he winked.

corbyn hit his chest again, this time with his textbook. “stop it.” he groaned. “i don’t talk to her anymore, i told you.”

jonah rolled his eyes and changed the subject. he looked over to his youngest friend with a bright smile. “so,” he smirked, folding his arms. “is jack going to be there tonight as well?”

daniel blushed. his cheeks turned a deep shade of red as a small smile started to spread from his lips. he shrugged while opening up his laptop. “i don’t know,” he bit his lip. “maybe.”

corbyn felt weird.

this party wasn’t like the others. yes, it was fun, it was loud, it was crazy, there were drinks. but he felt unusually uncomfortable. he was with his friends, he was around the same people. he’d heard all of the music before, tasted all of the alcohol.

it was because he was waiting for you.

well, he wasn’t waiting. he was looking for you. he couldn’t help but think of you for the rest of the day. he hadn’t heard your voice but he was sure that it was beautiful. he liked how your hair fell into your face while you took notes, even though it was up in a bun, and you would gently brush it behind your ear.

you seemed like such a gentle, shy, and beautiful person. he wanted to know you.

corbyn was currently trying to find his friends. he’d managed to enter the house with both daniel and jonah at his side, but he’d figured out that jonah had ditched him to hang out with zach. the blonde found both of them in the living room talking to two girls.

he wasn’t sure where daniel was. there were only three places in the house that the brunette could possibly be:

1. the kitchen, getting a drink 2. the bathroom, vomiting his brains out 3. a bedroom, doing things corbyn didn’t want to think of

corbyn sighed. he couldn’t find his friend anywhere. until he heard that familiar giggle a few feet behind him.

“jack,” he heard a light voice whisper. “stop.”

corbyn turned around to see daniel pushed up against a wall, the curly-haired boy standing in between his legs and holding him up. the two boys had their lips locked together.

“that’s gross,” the blonde whispered. he sighed and built up the strength to walk to his friend. “daniel?” he asked sternly.

daniel’s blue eyes widened when he heard his name. he gently pushed jack’s lips off of his and smiled. “hey, bub,” his cheeks blushed as jack continued to hold his waist. “what’s up?”

“where’s that girl?”

“oooh,” daniel mocked him like he was in second grade. “someone has a crush, eh?”

“shut up, man,” corbyn said, annoyed. he was annoyed with how his friends were being complete jerks. in all honesty, they weren’t being jerks at all, corbyn was just being sour.

daniel rolled his eyes. “attitude,” he said. the brunette began to rub jack’s forearms as he spoke. “she’s with christina downstairs. in the kitchen.”

“thank you,” corbyn said, immediately running away from the two boys once he had his answer. “jesus christ, wasn’t so fucking hard.”

he searched for you. he roamed around the living room, the kitchen, the dining room, everywhere. he couldn’t find you. and he knew he’d be able to find you because you had an unforgettable face.

he started to look for christina. as much as he didn’t want to talk to his ex that night, he’d do it if it meant he’d find you.

there she was.

the girl he used to call his. she still had her brown hair, her pretty skin. they didn’t end on bad terms, corbyn was thankful, but it was just awkward between the two. awkward to the point where they both pretended like the other one didn’t exist.

he cleared his throat as he stood behind christina. “um, chris?” he gently tapped her shoulder. her eyes were bright as she turned around until she noticed it was the familiar blonde.

“um,” she said, gulping. she smiled uncomfortably. “hey...corbyn.”

“i had a question,” corbyn said a little quietly. he had no idea why he was suddenly so timid and shy, but it’s because he noticed your familiar figure standing next to christina.

“what was that?” christina yelled over the loud music. she still cared for the besson boy and wished him only happiness. but corbyn still didn’t know if she’d be okay with him asking her friend out.

corbyn began to speak again, but he interrupted once he heard the yelling of the host of the party. “what do we want?” he heard him yell.

“we want more!” the crowd yelled back. corbyn winced at the sudden change in volume. he took a good look at you.

you were completely different. you had your hair in a high ponytail and he got a chance to see how long it really was. you didn’t have very much makeup on, like before, but the makeup that you did have on was dramatic and perfect.

you looked like a bad-ass.

and corbyn wanted to know you even more.

“what do we want?” the host yelled again.

“we want more!”

but then, corbyn heard you yell. “equal pay for every woman!” he smiled as christina playfully hit your shoulder.

this continued. and corbyn loved it. there weren’t very many people of his age that he knew was politically active. “what do we want?”

“education for young girls!”

“the acceptance of homosexuals!”

“gun violence to be controlled!”

“our fucking privacy!”

he stood against the wall, a few feet behind you, watching you in awe. you seemed so strong and so powerful. “(y/n), stop it!” christina laughed, you laughing with her. corbyn could hear it perfectly.

you had a very nice laugh. and a very nice smile.

usually, corbyn was fast. he was quick. he had fast reflexes. so imagine the blank look he had on his face when you turned around to meet his gaze. his blue eyes froze on you, he screamed at himself to look away but he couldn’t.

“what are you looking at, besson?” you asked with a smile.

a bad-ass. corbyn thought.

“i need to know her.”

#why don't we #why don't we imagines #corbyn besson #corbyn besson imagines #jack avery #zach herron #jonah marais #daniel seavey #fluff

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ladyimaginarium · 5 years ago

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A couple of important things to point out:

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James Fairbanks identifies as Two Spirit. For those of you who don’t know, the term “Two Spirit” is a term used by indigenous North Americans to describe themselves in their Native communities who fulfilled a traditional third or fourth gender ( or other gender variant ) sacred ceremonial role in their cultures - it is not the same thing as being LGBTQIA+, homosexual, bisexual, transgender, nonbinary, intersex, etc as these are all non-Native, Western terms. It is not a modern, self-chosen term of personal sexual or gender identity, but is a sacred, spiritual and ceremonial role that is recognized and confirmed by the Elders of the Two Spirit's ceremonial community. The term is strictly exclusive to indigenous Native Americans so if your muse isn’t Native American, don’t use it for your muse!

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I’m not going to bother with a million poorly slapped together ships for the sake of the muses involved “being cute” together. Ships will need to be plotted, yes, even canon ships. My muses are not going to like yours without special circumstances and an extra push from me. I’m genuinely tired of having to hold up a ship myself where I'm the one doing everything.

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Erica is pretty much a doormat and in an emotionless state with just how much she’s been abused growing up to the point where she obeys her abusive, manipulative and cruel master’s wishes in order to receive even an ounce of his affection. I do not support this in the slightest.

Your muse can make fun of any of my muse's disabilities - physical or mental - all they want if it's something that they'd do but DO NOT BE AN ABLEIST FUCK TO THEM OOCLY!

Romance isn't everything. Just because we don't romantically ship our characters doesn't mean we can't interact. There are plenty of other relationships our muses can have ie platonic, friendships ( genuine or toxic ), partners-in-crime, allies, familial relationships ( biological or adopted ), sibling relationships, parent-child relationships, friends with benefits, exes, rivals, enemies, mentor-disciple relationships, master-apprentice relationships, guardian-guarded relationships, pen pals/internet friends ( for modern day muses ), classmates, co-workers, roommates, business partners, spy-infiltrated relationships, manipulator-manipulated, indifferent, acquaintances, master-slave/servant, deity-worshipper and a lot more!

Some muses and fandoms will be added and removed at my leisure - you’ll all know when that happens when I make an announcement.

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DO NOT FAVOR MY WHITE CHARACTERS OVER MY NON-WHITE CHARACTERS.

Some of my characters are religious in various faiths ie Christianity, Buddhism, Shintoism, Taoism, Hellenic Polytheism, Egyptian Polytheism, Vodou, animism, shamanism, paganism and traditional tribal faiths, while others are agnostic or atheists or questioning. Others practice witchcraft and occultism either in their own faiths or as eclectic witches. Keep this in mind!

I won't be tagging blood or gore anymore unless if it's excessive because the majority of the fandoms I portray have both of those.

As stated in a previous post on my Clementine blog, I’ll be removing some of my ships that never went anywhere or that became inactive or I simply don’t interact with anymore, and this will also extend to Toka's blog as well, but this will also extend to mains as well due to inactivity by over two months. Please don’t take it personally if your main/our ship gets taken off, ( honestly you shouldn’t feel offended ) it’s simply to clean up my mains and blog and make them organized.

I care so deeply about my threads and partners that I enjoy keyboard smashing about them, so I just ask that people are equally as invested in them as I am and that I’m not some new trophy to a collection. If I feel like you are bored, annoyed, or “done” with my muse, but are too chicken to tell me, (or can’t decide what you want from me/my muse) I will just leave you be, and not tag posts or respond to things anymore. It’s simple; I am not one to play games and use muses as speaking devices for my displeasure, nor will I stick around if my muse isn’t wanted anymore. You can’t just “bookmark” or “reserve” ships for “later” either. Not interacting for weeks to months is not normal. So mixed-signal games don’t work with me anymore. Instead of causing OOC drama, I will simply bow out and wait for you to make the next adult move. I won’t chase you around if you are secretly waiting for me to do everything and read your minds. So if you can’t make the decision to end something, I will be the one to do it. My muses are no one’s “filler” ship or trophy. This is not first come, first serve. MY MUSES ARE NOT JUST SHIPPING FODDER.

I am not going to be offended by you writing a character that has flaws, negative personality traits, prejudices and or general pitfalls in personality or mentality as long as you, the mun, do not agree with or support them.

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ohfrickfanfic · 6 years ago

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Blasphemy Part 2

Part 1

Pairings: Josh xTyler

Warnings/Tags: spitting, spanking, orgasm denial, homophobia, religious guilt, coming out

Hope you guys enjoy this. I’m sorry it took forever but I hope you find it worth the wait. Also the idea for the game played in this was taken from an Episode of Mortfied on Netflix and was how the girl came out in real life and i thought it would work perfectly fo this.

“Josh, we’re gonna be late,” Tyler says with a raspy voice, popping his head up and rubbing at his throat.

“Yeah, well, suck faster then,” Josh quips, pushing Tyler’s head back down between his kneeling legs on the bed.

Tyler — who’s propped up on his elbows with his ass in the air— does as he’s told, returning Josh to his mouth and picking up the pace. He does his best to keep eye contact with Josh in the awkward position: eyes straining to meet Josh’s gaze through his lashes as he bobs over his length.

With one hand firmly on the back on the back of Tyler’s head, Josh bucks his hips, fucking into his mouth. His other hand cradles the side of Tyler’s face, occasionally giving him a quick slap when he feels himself slip against the inside of his cheek, earning a gurgled groan from Tyler.

Pushing Tyler’s head further down, he slides his other hand from his cheek to the front of his neck, feeling from the outside as his cock plunges down his throat.

“Uhhh f-uck,” Josh moans, throwing his head back and continuing to push down on Tyler’s head until his perfect lips press harshly against his smooth, groomed pubic bone. “Always such a good little slut for me,” he praises as Tyler chokes, spit sputtering from the corners of his mouth, his eyes red and cheeks streaked with tears.

With his middle and pointer finger, Josh collects some of the saliva pooling from Tyler’s lips, slicking them up. Then, trailing the heel of his palm down over Tyler’s back to where his ass is perked up, he slips his fingers between his cheeks, spreading the wetness over his tightly puckered hole. Deciding he needs more lubrication, Josh hollows his cheeks working up more saliva. Leaning forward over Tyler’s body, he forcefully spits onto his ass. Tyler moans as the wet warmth slides between his cheeks; he loves the way it makes him feel owned and used.

Running his fingers through the wetness, Josh immediately pushes two fingers into Tyler and begins working them in and out, causing him to push back against his hand and moan around his cock. The vibrations quickly bring Josh to the edge of release.

“Mmmm, God, that mouth Ty... I’m gonna cum.” And with that, Josh shoots his warm load directly down Tyler’s throat, holding his head in place until he’s empty. When he’s sure he’s got out every last drop, he plucks his fingers from Tyler and yanks him up by his throat to his knees. He pulls him in for a quick kiss, tasting himself on his lips before shoving him away as Tyler gasps for air like a fish out of water. “Now go get dressed,” he orders, reaching for his shirt nearby.

After a few moments of coughing and sputtering, Tyler successfully inhales and clears his throat, wiping at his mouth before speaking, “What the hell, Josh? You’re not even gonna finish me off?!” he asks, looking down and motioning to his painfully hard and neglected cock.

“Nope. We’re gonna be late,” Josh mocks with a smirk, as he buttons his shirt.

“You’re an ass.”

“Oh, shut up. You know you love it,” Josh teases.

Tyler smiles to himself; he knows Josh is right. Orgasm denial — it’s just another one of the many new kinks Josh has unearthed in Tyler over the last few weeks of sexual discovery.

As much as he craves release now, he knows his orgasm will be all the more powerful later on if Josh makes him wait for it.

The two boys quickly finish getting dressed in Josh’s dorm before heading to church, where they’re already ten minutes late for their position as counselors for this weekend’s youth retreat. Luckily, the church is right down the street from the school, and with Josh’s terrifying driving, they make it to the church is just under three minutes.

“There you two are,” the pastor says when the boys finally enter the church. “I was starting to get worried. The kids should be arriving shortly.”

“We’re so sorry we’re late, Pastor. Tyler’s car wouldn’t start this morning. I tried to jump it for him, but no luck, so I gave him a ride,” Josh lies.

“It’s okay, I’m just glad you're both here; we‘ve got a busy day today,” the pastor says, “Thank you for helping out, Tyler, Josh, and making sure he got here. I’m proud of the progress you’ve made. I’ve noticed a big change in your attitude these past few weeks and I know Tyler here,” he pauses, placing his hand on Tyler’s shoulder, “is to thank for that. But I’ve also noticed Tyler seems a lot happier. He was always a bit of a loner, so I’m grateful he found a friend in you.” he states, looking to Josh. “I have to admit, that first day when I drove back past the church after running my errands and saw the lights still on, I was worried you two were up to no good. But when I saw what a great job you both did cleaning up, I was very pleased… although I’m still not sure what happened to that bottle of wine.”

“I’m sorry, that was me. I accidentally knocked over the bottle and spilled it all over the chair while I was trying to cork it back up,” Josh lies again. “Tyler quickly cleaned it up before it had a chance to drip down and stain the carpet. Luckily, the chair’s already red,” he lets out a small laugh.

“Oh, okay, that explains it,” the pastor says with a small laugh. “And that answers my other question too. I was wondering why that chair was all wet.”

The boys fight back a laugh as they exchange a quick look, their cheeks blushing at the memories of that day. Tyler feels thankful — yet guilty — that the pastor bought Josh’s lies. He doubts the pastor would still be proud of them if he knew the real reason they were late, or what really happened to the wine and the chair.

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A short time later, the kids begin to arrive. After getting everyone all checked in for attendance, Tyler and Josh lead a group of teens to the rec room gymnasium for Tyler’s least favorite part of the youth retreat — the ‘Cross the Line’ game. From what’s been said to Tyler, it’s designed to begin the weekend with a fresh start by confronting and admitting to your sins amongst your peers, but to Tyler, it always felt like an invasion of privacy —- especially the last question, which he always lies on.

Most of the prompts are just basic, to see who has been following or breaking the Ten Commandments and such. “Cross the Line if you ever used God’s name in vain.” “Cross the line if you disobeyed your mother and father” Simple stuff really. A few kids cross the line, admitting to their sin and then return to the other side before the next prompt. Some kids cross the line multiple times throughout the game, and some hardly, or not at all. Tyler — and this year Josh — also take part in the game. It gives the kids a sense of security seeing their mentors have also made mistakes, and that no one is perfect. But it’s this last prompt that always makes Tyler feel uneasy.

“Cross the line if you’ve even taken part in homosexual thoughts or acts”.

Even though in the years past no one has ever crossed the line for that prompt, he wonders how many pulses on the line have quickened? How many palms are sweating? How many stomachs are churning with guilt? How many feet are itching to cross the line, but are frozen in fear? And how many just want to be free of their secret?

Because he knows he does.

Tyler keeps his eyes aimed down at his shoes in the awkward silence that follows the last prompt, but just as he’s about to wrap up the game and move on to the next activity of the day, he hears the shuffling of hesitant footsteps crossing the line. He looks up to see Jeanie, a young girl just shy of sixteen standing on the other side of the line. Her head is hung low in shame, her strawberry blonde hair veiling most of her face as she tucks her hands into the pockets of her overall shorts.

Panic and guilt rise in Tyler’s throat; he’s not sure what to do or say. He looks over to Josh for assistance, but suddenly it hits him. As if Josh can read his mind, he quickly nods and reaches out for Tyler’s hand. With a brave smile, Tyler accepts Josh's hand and the two make their way over the line.

Gasps ranging from shock, disgust, and surprise fill the gymnasium as the boys settle by Jeanie’s side. Slowly she lifts her head, tucking her hair behind her ear as she turns to look at the boys. Her brows furrow in confusion as her mind tries to grasp what is happening.

‘Why did they cross the line? Are they here to scold me? Support me?” she thinks to herself. ‘Wait, they’re holding hands are they — are they gay?’

Her eyes drift up from the boys joined hands, meeting Tyler’s warm and accepting eyes. He nods with a smile confirming her thoughts.

“We’re here for you,” Tyler says softly to Jeanie, placing a hand on her shoulder before turning forward to address everyone else. “We’re here for all of you. Despite what some might say or think, I truly believe God made each and every one of you the way you were meant to be; God doesn't make mistakes.” He turns to face Josh with a smile, getting lost in his ever-changing hazel/brown eyes.

“Well —” Tyler starts, breaking his stare, “— we still have a lot planned for today so…”

“Mr. Tyler wait!” Mackenzie — another one of the youths from group — shouts before crossing over the line to join him, Josh, and Jeanie.

“Anyone else? You have our support,” Tyler asks before attempting to wrap up the game again. Quietly, without a word, a third camp-goer — Marcus — crosses the line as well.

Tyler’s heart is full. He can’t believe the beautiful series of chain reactions; how one teen’s bravery gave him and Josh the courage to come out, leading to Mackenzie, and now Marcus coming out as well. It’s the one time he's actually enjoyed this game.

“Alright, listen up. We’re gonna be moving on to some other activities now, and I expect that everyone,” Tyler emphasizes, “is going to be respectful of each other, regardless of how anyone answered any of the prompts in today’s game. Bullying will not be tolerated. Remember Matthew 7:12, ‘do unto others as you would have them do unto you.’

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The rest of the morning proceeds without a hitch until just after noon. Tyler and Josh are preparing the picnic area outdoors for lunch when Dustin — another camp counselor — approaches.

“I’m here to relieve you,” Dustin says. “The pastor would like to have a word with both of you,”

This can’t be good.

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“I assume you both know why I called you in here?” The pastor asks when the boys enter his office.

Their silence says they do.

“Tyler, have a seat; Josh I’m gonna need you to leave.”

“Whatever you wanna say to me, you can say in front of Josh too,” Tyler says, sitting in the chair in front of the pastor’s desk.

“No. Leave, as in he’s no longer welcome here,” the pastor states. “You’re gonna need to find somewhere else to complete your community service, Joshua.”

“Whatever,” Josh huffs, taking the seat next to Tyler.

“I thought I asked you to leave?” the pastor asks rhetorically.

“Yeah, about that…” Josh says, quickly shedding his ‘changed attitude’ and kicking his feet up on the pastor’s desk. “I’m not going anywhere unless God himself comes down and makes me,” Josh retorts, unwilling to leave Tyler’s side.

Ignoring Josh, the pastor turns his attention to Tyler. “I’m so sorry I thought it was a good idea to welcome Josh into our church, and thus allowing this to transpire. I feel partly to blame. But I’m going to get you the best help there is,” he says, handing Tyler a small business card. “He’s the top conversion therapist in the area.”

“Lemme get this right — you think Josh, made me gay?” Tyler starts, fighting back a laugh even though he finds this whole situation less than funny. “And here —” he flicks back the business card, “I’m not interested in ‘praying the gay away’.”

“Tyler, I can’t have this kind of blasphemy going on in my church, I’m —”

“You know what’s funny to me,” Josh cuts him off, “is that this morning you were singing our praises; talking about how proud you were of us and the progress we’ve both made, but now you find out we like dick and that all goes out the window?”

The pastor turns his attention back to Tyler, ignoring Josh’s lewd remarks once again. “As I was saying... I’m willing to cover the cost,” he slides the card back towards Tyler, “but if you don’t take me up on this offer, then I’m sorry, but you can no longer serve here.”

“Then I guess I’ll see myself out,” Tyler says, rising from his chair.

“Tyler! — Tyler, think this through,” the pastor calls after him. “I’m gonna be short a counselor if you leave; there’s too many kids, we’ll be over ratio.”

“Just pray some of them away,” Tyler quips as he walks towards the exit.

“By the way —” Josh starts as he stands and begins to follow Tyler out. “We drank your precious ‘blood of Christ’ and the chair wasn’t wet with wine it was wet because I made Tyler c —”

“JOSH!” Tyler reprimands, dragging him out the door before he could surely give the pastor a heart attack with that last word.

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Tyler’s barely had time to process what just happened when not even two minutes into the short drive back to campus, his phone rings. It’s his mother.

Tyler answers the phone without even bothering to say hello. He knows news travels fast, and he knows what this must be about.

“Tyler, we need to talk.”

‘Oh wow, didn’t see that coming’ Tyler thinks to himself as he rolls his eyes before responding.

“About what?” he plays dumb.

“I’m pretty sure you know! Come home now!” his mother demands.

“Fine, but I’m not staying. I’m going back to the dorms after we ‘talk’.”

“Just get here!” she snaps before hanging up.

Tyler drops the phone into his lap and hunches forward in the passenger seat, head buried in the crook of his arms, as his fingers nervously twirl at his hair.

“Hey, you alright man? Josh questions, placing a comforting hand on Tyler’s knee as he steers with the other.

“Yeah, just drive to my mom’s.” Tyler chokes out the address while wiping his face on his sleeve.

“Ok — I-I’m sorry, Ty.”

“Not your fault,” Tyler sniffs, trying to regain his composure; sitting up straight and turning his head to face the window so Josh can’t see the tears rolling down his cheeks, despite his best efforts to hold them back.

Josh can’t comprehend why the sight makes his heart feel like a sinking stone in the abyss of his stomach. Nor does he understand why the sound of every sniffle makes his own throat tighten, unable to swallow the lump that’s taken residence there. Sure, he likes Tyler; he’s his boyfriend after all. But in all Josh’s past relationships, he’s never felt this before. Compassion, empathy — whatever this is, is completely foreign to him. The majority of his prior relationships were based purely on sex.

“Right here,” Tyler says softly, giving his face one final wipe down with his palms as they approach his mother's house. Josh puts the car into park and Tyler starts to exit the vehicle, pausing when he hears Josh undoing his seat belt. “You don’t have to come with me,” Tyler says without turning to look at Josh, still trying to feign he wasn’t crying.

“I want to.”

“Really? Why?” Tyler asks, turning towards Josh, his face red and blotchy.

“I — I care about you,” Josh forces himself to admit.

“You do? Tyler questions, with the faintest of smiles as he shuts the passenger side door.

Josh exits the car and shuts the door, rounding the front of the car to stand by Tyler’s side. “Of course, I do.”

The two boys exchange a small smile as Tyler’s hand nervously grasps Josh’s for comfort, his other hand reaching to press the doorbell, but before he even has a chance to press it his mother flings open the door. “Oh my Heavens, it’s true!” she exclaims, disappearing back inside of the house.

“Yes, it is,” Tyler admits when they find her sitting on the living room couch with the fingertips of her right hand pressed to the bridge of her nose.

“But-but Jenna?”

“We’re just friends, Mom,” Tyler says as he and Josh sit down on the loveseat across from her, Josh still holding his hand for comfort.

“What about that time I caught you in your room, kissing her with your hand up her shirt and forbid you from being in your room alone anymore?”

“Ironically enough, that was the day I came out to Jenna and told her I thought I might be gay. She was just helping me figure myself out.”

“So, you just led me to believe she was your girlfriend this whole time, Tyler?”

“What was I supposed to do, say ‘Don’t worry about it, Mom. I didn’t even like it. I’m gay’? I was embarrassed enough as it was,” Tyler shouts. “Can we be done with this conversation now? I just wanna go back to my dorm. I’ve had a shit day.”

Tyler feels Josh’s grasp tighten, reminding him that he’s here for him. Tyler turns, giving him a quick appreciative smile of thanks before his mother goes off again.

“I would tell you to watch your mouth, but your language is the least of my problems right now!”

“Your problems? Really?” Tyler scoffs. “Explain to me how my sexuality affects you at all.”

“Because I have a homosexual for a son! How is it NOT my problem? I didn’t raise you like this!”

“You’re right, you didn’t raise me like this —” Tyler says, motioning to her distraught state. “You raised me to ‘love thy neighbor’, but apparently that only applies if your neighbor — or in this case, your son — isn’t gay, because then the love just goes right out the window.”

“Tyler, I still love you. You’re my son. I’m not gonna disown you or anything. I just don’t accept your lifestyle choice!”

“Being vegan is a lifestyle choice, being economical is a lifestyle choice, being straight edge is a lifestyle choice. Being gay is not a choice! You know what is though — being homophobic,” Tyler retorts. “And I can’t accept that you don’t accept me. Come on Josh, let’s go.”

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The ride back to the dorms is a quiet one. Josh wracks his brain for something sympathetic to say to break the silence, but nothing seems quite right — nothing seems good enough, considering Josh feels mostly responsible.

Just when Josh thinks he can’t take another second of quiet, Tyler soft voice breaks the silence. “Do you think I can stay over at your dorm tonight? I know it sounds lame, but I really don’t wanna be alone.”

“You don’t have to be, of course you can stay with me,” Josh says, giving Tyler’s thigh a squeeze.

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As soon as they’re back inside Josh’s dorm, Tyler sinks helplessly onto the edge of the bed, his eyes losing the fight with his tears as they flow over his bottom lid.

“You know what hurts the most?” Tyler chokes out, looking up to Josh as he sits beside Tyler to comfort him. “It’s not anything the pastor said to me, or even my mom. It’s not what anybody thinks about me, it’s those kids. I feel like I abandoned them. They were so brave, and I told them we were there for them and that they had our support, and now we’re just gone. I know you were only there with me temporarily until you finished your community service, but they still would have had me to support them. Who do they have now? Nobody!” Tyler sobs loudly, throwing his arms around Josh.

“They don’t have anybody who understands them like I do.” Tyler words muffle against Josh’s shoulder. “What if they get bullied and I’m not there to stop it? What if they have questions or concerns, and there’s no one to confide in?” he asks rhetorically, peeking his wet eyes up from Josh’s shirt.

“Ty — I-I don’t even know what to say, but I hate seeing you like this,” Josh says, thumbing a tear from Tyler’s cheek. “I can’t help but feel like this is all my fault. I’m so sorry.” He gently palms the back of Tyler’s head, pulling him to his chest. His lips part the sea of brown waves atop his head, planting a firm, comforting kiss to his scalp.

“Other people’s homophobia is not your fault, Josh,” Tyler says, pulling back from Josh’s embrace just enough to look at him.

“It’s just — I didn’t have the right to kiss you that day, and that’s how this all started. If I would have just kept my lips to myself, then your mom wouldn’t be upset with you and you’d still have your position as an altar boy and youth counselor at the church.”

“Yeah, and I’d still be in the closet. As much as this sucks, it feels so good to be free. And you had every right to kiss me that day — please never stop kissing me,” Tyler says, shifting his weight onto his knees and pressing his lips to Josh’s.

“Josh —-” Tyler whines softly, breaking the kiss and cupping Josh’s face. “Make me forget.”

Tyler pulls off his shirt off, scoots his body up the bed and lies on his back, hands above his head, ready for Josh to have his way with him.

Josh crawls over Tyler’s body and connects his mouth to his neck, sucking harshly as he makes his way up the column of flesh. “I think now would be a good time for that spanking,” Josh whispers in Tyler’s ear before pulling his lobe gently between his teeth. “What do you say?”

“Yes, Sir,” Tyler eagerly agrees.

“Good,” Josh says as he climbs off Tyler and makes his way back to the edge of the bed. “Let’s go. Pants down. Over my knee,” Josh orders sternly, patting his lap.

In an instant, Tyler is standing in front of Josh, quickly undoing his belt and shimmying his pants and boxers down just enough to expose his backside. He feels slightly awkward and self-conscious as he positions himself over Josh’s lap, his half hard cock hanging between Josh’s thighs.

“Mmmm, you ready Babyboy?” Josh asks while kneading Tyler’s flesh and softly patting his ass to warm him up.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Safeword,” Josh prompts, before spitting onto one of Tyler’s cheeks to increase the sting of the impact.

“Uhh, fuck — yellow,” Tyler whines at the sensations of Josh’s saliva claiming him.

“I’ve barely touched you yet,” Josh can’t help but chuckle as he spreads the wetness around with this hand. “You’re gonna count for me, okay?” Josh says as he raises a hand.

“Why?” Tyler questions curiously, having never taken part in getting spanked before.

“‘Cause I wanna hear that pretty mouth of yours struggle to form words as I smack your ass,” Josh answers before quickly bringing his hand down with a loud clap against Tyler’s backside.

“Fuck — o-one,” Tyler jumps, caught off guard. Josh spits into his hand this time, then strikes him again. “Mmm, two,” Tyler cries out as Josh raises his hand again, bringing it down in rapid succession. “Three. Shit- ff-four!”

Tyler’s length hardens where it’s resting between Josh’s thighs and Josh takes notice, “You like when I spank you, Babyboy?” he teases, squeezing his thighs together; Tyler’s cock now viced between them.

“Yesss,” Tyler says in a high-pitched whine. “I-I mean, yes, Sir.” he corrects.

“Good,” Josh spits on his ass again, “‘cause I’m not done with you yet. What do you think, ten total?” he asks, rubbing his saliva into Tyler’s reddened cheeks.

“Yes, Sir. Give me ten,” and with that, Josh’s hand makes contact with his redden flesh again and again, each one harder than the last. “Fiiive,” his eyes begin to prickle with tears. “S-six… sev — shit, seven.”

By eight he’s sobbing.

It’s a good cry — cathartic, one might say; his emotions right on the surface, much like the bruising on his backside. His senses are flooded with so many feelings, more than just the miseries of the day, but good feelings too: happiness, support, camaraderie, and perhaps even — love. He’s high off the release of endorphins, barely able to feel the physical sting of nine and ten as they echo with a loud ‘crack’ against his skin, but he still counts them through his cries, as instructed.

“You did so good for me,” Josh says, his touch now soft as he soothes Tyler’s raw skin.

Tyler quickly pulls himself up, clawing at Josh’s shirt for leverage and wildly connects their mouths, knocking Josh down on the bed. Tyler kisses him frantically as if his kisses are made of oxygen and Tyler needs them to survive. Josh can taste the salt of Tyler’s tears as they continue to roll down his face.

“You okay?” Josh breaks the kiss to ask.

The neurochemical high of subspace has Tyler feeling free and floaty, and he can’t stop the words that form on his tongue like a truth serum —

“I love you — I love you so much,” Tyler chokes out, cupping the sides of Josh’s face, kissing him desperately.

“I-I love you too,” Josh’s prior confusing feelings all starting to make sense as the four simple words fall, without thought, from his lips.

Josh wipes the tears from Tyler’s eyes and again their mouths are drawn together like magnets, only the removal of Josh’s shirt briefly affecting their polarity. Using the sides of his feet, Josh manages to push Tyler’s pants and boxers down the rest of the way to his ankles, where Tyler promptly kicks them off. Gently, Josh rolls Tyler off him and onto his back and quickly finishes undressing before settling between his legs.

“Do you need me to —”

“Nah, I should still be good from earlier,” Tyler cuts him off.

“Ok,” Josh reaches into the nightstand for the bottle of lube.

Having never done it in this position before, Tyler watches in awe as Josh slicks himself up, his eyes trained on the way Josh’s eyes flutter as he spreads the lube over the head, and the way his top teeth extend over his bottom lip, pulling it in. Tyler half expects him to tell him to roll over once he’s finished lubing himself up, but is pleasantly surprised when Josh instead says, “Spread your legs for me, baby.”

Tyler happily obliges, and Josh guides himself in with little resistance, hushing Tyler’s whines with his lips and circling tongue. Whines turn to moans as Josh sets a rhythm, rolling his hips in waves that cause Tyler to anchor his fingernails into the flesh of Josh’s freckled back, leaving a trail of crescent moons down his spine.

Josh breaks the seal of kisses with a heavy exhale. “God, I love you,” he says breathily, gripping Tyler’s face with both hands and planting a kiss to his forehead.

“I love you too, Josh,” Tyler says as he reflects on how far they’ve come over the past few weeks; from enemies and a secret admirer, to Joshua Dun making love to him and telling him how much he loves him. It’s like a dream come true, and his eyes begin to well up again at the thought.

“Don’t start crying on me again,” Josh teases playfully, raking his hands over Tyler’s sides and kissing away the one rogue tear that managed to escape. He begins a descent of tiny kisses down the side of Tyler’s face, and nips along his jaw. Continuing from the center of his chin, he moves his mouth lower over his Adam's apple, enjoying the way it bobs and vibrates with moans against his lips as he trusts. He can feel the wetness of Tyler’s leaking tip against his stomach, and moves his hand to his length, stroking him in time with the movement of his hips.

“Josh!” Tyler cries out, the combination of Josh’s touch and pressure against his prostate bringing him close to the edge.

“Cum for me, Churchboy,” Josh says against Tyler’s lips with a smirk.

And as if Josh’s words hit some magical release button inside of him, the heat in Tyler’s abdomen builds to an intense peak. His body shakes from the overdue pleasure as he pulses in Josh’s hand, his cum fountaining from the tip and spilling over Josh’s knuckles in excess. His vision spots and his mind blanks as his powerful orgasm washes over him taking the stress of the days events with it.

Josh slows his hips, careful not to overstimulate the fragile boy under him as he chases his own release. Any other time Josh would love to completely wreck him, but he knows Tyler’s been through enough today. He buries his face in Tyler’s neck, nuzzling against his tanned skin as he finishes inside him. Their hearts beat against one another's chest, and their lungs take in each other’s exhales as they come down from their highs.

“Guess I like soft sex too,” Tyler laughs out of breath.

“Yeah, me too. Who knew?” Josh chuckles. “So, you might not be able to be an altar boy anymore, but you’ll always be my ‘Churchboy’,” Josh smirks. “Now come on, let’s go put some Arnica cream on that ass. You bruise like a peach.”

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ladywinchester1967 · 6 years ago

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Grace Drake

Characters: Dean Winchester, Grace Drake (OFC), Kenneth Drake (Grace’s husband), Lula and Sissy (Grace and Kenneth’s hired help), Sam Winchester*, William (Kenneth’s business partner)*

*= mentioned

Warnings: Cheating, SMUT, drinking, smoking, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), mentions of alcoholism, mentions of homosexuality, language, mentions of World War II (nothing too graphic).

A/N: This is the start of a BRAND NEW series; so the tag list for this is wide open. Takes place post-World War II (think late 40′s, going into early 1950′s) so I tried to use some of the slang and language that would have been used in that time period. Each part has themes from the song by Switchfoot of the same name (which I’ve ALWAYS wanted to use in a story!). Per usual; unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, but the pictures are NOT. I found them on Pinterest and tumblr.

Welcome to the Planet

Welcome to existence

Everyone's here

Everybody's watching you now

Everybody waits for you now

What happens next?

She shifted and the cold light of day invaded her closed eyelids.

“Mhhhh.” She grunted and opened them up.

She was naked, save for the sheet and the arm that was currently wrapped around her body. She rolled over and saw a pair of shining green eyes and a wide smile looking back at her.

“Morning beautiful.” He said

“No way I look beautiful right now.” She said as she reached out and touched his face.

“You always look beautiful Gracie.” He said and kissed her.

“Mh, I love it when you call me that.” She said sleepily and opened her mouth for another kiss.

He rolled, putting her on her back and making her giggle. He kissed down her neck and to her collar bone and then back up to her ear.

“My sweet,” kiss “sweet,” kiss “Gracie Lou.”

“Deeeeeean!” She whined slapping his bare shoulders and making him laugh.

“You’re gonna have to hit harder than that if you wanna throw me off doll face.” He said, pinning her hands on either side of her head by the wrists.

“Mhhhh, can’t get rid of you easily can I?” She teased as they kissed. She opened her legs and his hardened length ran up her inner thigh as she gasped.

“Nope.” He said as he pushed inside her waiting core. He kissed her again as he buried himself inside of her.

“Dean,” she sighed against his mouth, her nails pressing into his shoulders “Dean, you feel so good inside me.”

“Gracie.” he sighed back as he raked his hands through her hair, wrapping her up into his arms as he pushed into her. She wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into the backs of his thighs. He thrust up into her, hitting her sweet spot, making her back arch and her nails dig harder into his shoulders. He took his time, slowly thrusting in and out of her, kissing every inch of her body that his mouth could reach until she was a whining mess under him.

“Dean, please!” She begged “Please!”

“What?” He asked playfully “Tell me sweetheart.”

“I wanna come,” she whined, raking her nails down his back “please, please let me come Dean!”

He growled and pushed hard into her, making her cry out. She writhed under him, he seemed to be hitting every nerve in her body until she screamed and came hard. Her clenching around him was exactly what he needed to send him over the edge. With a loud cry, he emptied his load into her, his hips stilling as he supported his weight on his knees and forearms. He gave her one last kiss before rolling off of her, both of them breathing hard. After a few minutes of blissful silence, she rolled to her side and kissed his cheek.

“What time is it?” She asked, rubbing the tip of her nose against his cheek.

Dean checked his watch.

“Ten thirty.” He said

“What?!” She asked

“It’s ten thirty.” He said and showed her the face of his watch.

“FUCK!” She exclaimed and darted out of bed.

“What’s wrong?!” He asked

“I’m supposed to be at bridge club in an hour! Fuck!” She yelled as she gathered her clothes and threw them on.

“Shit!” Dean yelled and got out of bed to help her, tugging on his underwear. She threw on her bra and panties, foregoing her pantyhose for now, and stuffed them into her bag along with her gloves.

“God damn it,” she said “I can’t believe I over slept. Where’s my dress?!”

“Right here.” He said and held it up with two fingers.

“Thank you!” She said gratefully as she stepped into it.

“You sure YOU weren’t the one in the Army with that foul mouth?” He teased

“Father was a Sergeant Major in the Marine Corps remember?” She asked as she pulled the sleeves of her dress up and he flashed recognition across is face.

“Ah, now I remember.” He said

“Zip me please?” She asked and turned her back to him. He did as she requested and planted a kiss between her shoulder blades.

“I’m so sorry,” she said “I’m running around here like a chicken with my head cut off. I'm gonna be late and those bitches will rip me to shreds!”

“It’s okay,” He said as she grabbed her shoes and buckled them “go play bridge and gossip, I’ll talk to you tonight.”

She pinned her hair back as best as she could and gave him a quick kiss.

“You’re the best you know?” She asked him

“Stop flattering me or I won’t let you leave.” He said and wrapped her in a breath stealing kiss. She moaned against his lips.

“I have to go,” she whined between kisses “Lula and Sissy are gonna have a fit when they see me.”

Dean laughed

“Go before Lula threatens to hunt me down. Again.” He teased and opened the door for her, watching as she blew him a kiss over her shoulder and took off down the stairs.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, Grace thought as she caught the bus back to her house, pretending that she wasn’t wearing the clothes she’d worn the night before. She was supposed to hit the road with her high school sweetheart, Dean Winchester, and drive until they reached the Pacific Ocean. They would set up a dual building where he could practice medicine and she could paint, sketch and teach art classes. That’s what they’d always talked about.

That was before Dean got drafted into World War II. He’d been ripped away from her in the blink of an eye while she helped the local Red Cross with the war effort.

When the dust finally settled, Dean’s brother; Sam, showed her the telegram that bore the sad news. Dean was MIA and believed to be dead. It was a hero’s death, her father had mused. She mourned, for years she mourned for the boy she had loved. The one that listened when she talked, that always told her that her dreams of being a writer and artist weren’t stupid or misguided. The boy who away made her feel pretty, the one who always showered her with love and attention, who understood that she didn’t want to be defined by her marital status or that expected her to pop out as many babies as she could.

The girl she was died along with him, after that, she found it easier to just do as she was told. She dated the boys her parents set her up with. Even accepted the proposal of the man her parents deemed “a good match” for her. Kenneth Drake worked successfully in advertising, he made good money and was nice enough. He didn’t seem too happy when she voiced her opinions on social matters or offered her view on the current ads he was trying to run.

“Darling,” he had said and patted her on the back of the hand “I know you have a lot to say, but women are meant to be seen, not heard.”

She had sighed and resigned to the fact that she was supposed to be decoration. She was supposed to smile, look good when she met the boss and have dinner on the table by five thirty sharp.

That perfect illusion was shattered when Kenneth was admitted to the hospital two years after they were married. She got the call in the middle of the night and rushed to the hospital to be with him.

“Please,” she pleaded with the nurse “I’m looking for Kenneth Drake, he’s my husband!”

“Gracie?” She heard a familiar voice ask. The voice send chills down her spine, only one person on the planet called her Gracie and that person had died years ago. She slowly turned and saw him.

His hair was darker than she remembered, but his eyes, oh lord in heaven, those emerald green eyes. Their striking color hadn’t changed at all. He wore a crisp white lab coat with dark slacks and shoes, across his chest was the name

Dr. D Winchester

“Dean?” She asked

He looked like he had seen a ghost, his face went ashen, his full lips dropped open into a surprise O shape. He briefly shook his head and said to the nurse

“Betty, she’s okay. Let her through.”

The nurse, Betty, nodded and stepped aside as Grace rushed over to Dean.

“Kenneth Drake is your husband?” Dean asked, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. She nodded, a dark curl falling into her eyes.

“Yes, they said they found him in bad shape outside this bar,” she said obviously upset “please Dean, can you tell me anything?”

Dean paused for a second and then nodded

“Have a seat,” he said gently and directed her to a nearby chair “I’ll check it out.”

“Thank you,” She said “thank you so much.”

He gave her a small smile and took off down the hallway.

After some time, Dean returned and sat by her.

“Kenneth suffered a concussion,” he told her “he hit his head on the cement after he collapsed due to alcohol poisoning. They pumped his stomach and gave him some fluids, he’s gonna have a nasty headache and a hell of a hangover, but he’ll be fine.”

She let out a sigh of relief and hugged him.

“Thank you,” She told him, inhaling his familiar scent “Thank you so much Dean.”

He reluctantly wrapped his arms around her, the familiar feel of her hair under his hand filling the dull ache in his chest that he’d learned to live with.

The next day she’d returned to the hospital to check on Kenneth. She headed up to the roof to get some air and found Dean, sitting on a bench. He wore sunglasses and had a lit cigarette in his hand.

“I thought you would be up here.” She called to him.

He turned, startled, but his expression softened when he saw her.

“Gracie!” He called

That was how it started; they’d rekindled their friendship like they’d never been apart. One night, she met Dean for a drink, which turned into multiple drinks, and the truth came out.

“You couldn’t wait for me?” He asked, his eyes glassy.

“Sam told me you were dead Dean, he showed me the telegram.” Grace said, taking a puff from the cigarette she stole from him.

“The Army thought I was dead,” he told her “my unit got captured by the Italians and they kept us as prisoners of war. Then the Allies liberated us and brought us home. Imagine the shock on my mother’s face when I turned up.”

“Why didn’t you?” She asked and trailed off.

“Come looking for you?” He asked and she nodded “I did, your father told me he’d put a bullet in me like the Italians, Germans and Japanese had failed to do if I ever came near you again.”

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in shock as she handed back the cigarette to him.

“My God,” she said “my father, always the wordsmith.”

Dean smirked and snubbed out the cigarette.

“So Kenneth seems nice, albeit a raging alcoholic.” Dean said

She shook her head

“He’s docile,” she said “he makes good money, he works hard, he’s nice enough. I guess.”

“But?” Dean asked, downing the last of his drink and asking for another.

She rolled her eyes and took a sip of her drink.

“My husband,” she trailed off and chose her words carefully “bats for the other team.”

Dean’s eyebrows shot up

“Kenneth wears sensible shoes?” Dean asked and she nodded “Sure do know how to pick ‘em Gracie Lou.”

She slapped his arm playfully

“MY PARENTS picked him,” she said “I had no say in the matter.”

“So, where is he now?” Dean asked

She pursed her lips and thought

“At a late meeting,” she said and downed the rest of her drink “with his business partner William.”

“Does he often have late meetings with William?” Dean asked and she nodded.

“Nearly every night,” she said “he comes home for dinner and then leaves at exactly seven thirty.”

“When does he come home?” Dean asked

“Whenever he damn well pleases,” she told him “he's the man of the house. His words, not mine.”

Dean shook his head as the waiter dropped off another round for them.

“I can tell you something?” She asked, leaning into Dean. Her blue eyes were sparkling like they always had, he could smell her perfume and the alcohol on her, which just made her all the more enchanting.

“Of course.” He said

Their eyes met and she bit her lower lip. Not only had their friendship rekindled, so had to sexual tension between them. The last time Grace had sex with a man was Kenneth on her birthday; and even then, it hadn't been anything worth writing home about.

“The last time I had a decent orgasm? Right before you went off to war.” she told him

His eyes went wide

“You’re kidding right?” He asked and she shook her head.

“This is much too serious for me to joke about.” She told him.

Dean reached in his pocket, pulled out his wallet and said

“We’re fixing that. Now.”

“What?!” She asked shocked as he threw some money on the table and grabbed her hand.

“Either I just left a VERY generous tip or a dry cleaning receipt, let’s hurry in case it’s the receipt.” He murmured in her ear and she laughed.

Dean always had the ability to make her laugh, even when she didn’t want to.

He took her to his apartment and as soon as the door was shut behind them he said

“You have to tell me this is okay Gracie, I need to hear you say it.”

It was nice to see all those years away hadn’t changed that part of him. He’s said something similar when she’d lost her virginity to him what seemed like a lifetime ago. She put her purse down and stepped closer to him. Standing in front of her wasn’t the boy she’d fallen in love with. He was a grown and jaded man, but he still had all the love and compassion in him that she’d always cherished about him. She nodded and said

“I want this Dean,” as she reached for him “I want you. Make love to me, please.”

That night had been full of passion and romance unlike anything she’d experienced since she’d slept with him previously. He remembered every place to touch and kiss her that made her toes curl and drawing sounds out of her she wasn’t sure she was capable of making any more.

The next morning her eyes fluttered open and she found Dean asleep beside her.

“Oh thank god.” She said quietly “that wasn’t an elaborate dream.”

She heard Dean chuckle as he opened his eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asked, pushing her hair out of her face. She nodded

“I should feel guilty,” she told him “I should feel ashamed and disgusted.”

“Do you?” He asked, hesitation in his voice.

She smiled and shook her head

“No,” she said “I don’t.”

That was more than a year ago, Grace thought as the bus pulled up at a stop near her house. Since then, she and Dean has carried on discreetly, just as she knew Kenneth and William were. Neither of them mentioned the other’s fling and they kept up appearances. She was there to greet the boss at work functions and host dinners in their home. Though now she did it with a bit more pep in her step.

She rushed into the house, busting through the kitchen door like a bat out of hell and startling both Lula and Sissy, the ladies that helped her in her home.

“Mrs. Grace you look like something that got caught in a drain!” Lula exclaimed and Grace laughed.

“I do look a bit silly don’t I?” Grace asked “Lula, could you make me some coffee while I freshen up?”

“Yes ma’am,” Lula said and nodded to Sissy “help Mrs. Grace outta those clothes so I can get ‘em washed.”

“Yes Lula.” Sissy said and followed Grace up the stairs.

Sissy was Lula’s niece and needed work, Lula had been helping out her family for as long as she could remember and when she started to get on in years, Lula asked tearfully if Grace could help out her niece. Grace’s heart went out to Lula.

“Lula, you know you’re family to us and if your family needs help, this is the least I can do.” Grace had told her and covered Lula’s dark hand with her own pale one “How about this? You bring Sissy on and teach her how you do things? That way when you’re ready to leave, Sissy can take over.”

“You do that for me Mrs. Grace?” Lula asked, her brown eyes wide with shock.

“Lula, if she is anywhere close to as amazing as you are, we’d be happy to have her on.”

Sissy was terribly shy at first, she didn’t even look Grace or Kenneth in the eye for the first few months she worked for them. Slowly though, she’d come around and was a delight to be around.

“Tell Lula I’m sorry this smells like cigarettes.” Grace told Sissy as she turned her back. Sissy unzipped her dress and asked

“Doctor Winchester again?”

Grace gave Sissy a sly smile and Sissy returned it. She threw the evening dress over her arm and Grace headed for the bathroom.

“Sissy, could you find me something to wear for today?” Grace asked

“What do you want to wear Mrs. Grace?” Sissy asked.

Grace shrugged

“Surprise me, I always get compliments on the clothes you pick out.” Grace said and went into the bathroom.

After a shower, pinning her hair up and donning a floral dress, peach sandals, a strand of pearls and matching earrings, Grace did her makeup. Just a little bit of mascara, blush and lipstick to bring out her features. She looked in the mirror and realized Dean had left a hickey on her neck.

“Asshole!” She mumbled to herself and set to work trying to cover it up.

When she was ready, she went down into the kitchen and took a cup of coffee that Lula had waiting for her.

“Did Kenneth come home at all?” Grace asked Lula.

“He was here this morning for breakfast,” Lula said “which you missed.”

Grace hung her head, Lula chastising her wasn’t anything new.

“Sorry Lula.” Grace said and sipped her coffee before shoving a pancake in her mouth.

“MRS. GRACE!” Lula shouted “You eat like your Momma taught you some manners!”

Grace laughed and so did Sissy. “You hush over there and make sure that mantel is dusted.” Lula said to Sissy, who scampered away.

“Did Kenneth tell you where he was going?” Grace asked.

“Playing golf with William,” Lula said as she arranged the tarts on a serving plate just so “said he’d be gone until dinner was ready.”

“That’ll give me plenty of time to get dinner ready,” Grace said “meatloaf and potatoes?”

Lula nodded

“Mister Kenneth likes that.” She said with a grin.

“I'm late, I have to go. I'll see you two when I get home.”

When she arrived, fifteen minutes late, Sue, the hostess for this meeting was not pleased at all.

“Not like you to be late Grace.” She said as Grace stepped through the door.

“I'm so sorry Sue,” Grade said and handed her a bottle of her favorite wine “I lost track of time.”

In spite of her distraction, the rest of the bridge game went off without a hitch.

“Grace, are you wearing a new lipstick or something?” Mary Anne asked as she dealt out another hand.

“No, it’s the same as always, why do you ask?” Grace inquired.

“You seem so,” Mary Anne trailed off “different some how.”

“Glowing almost.” Catherine commented as she took a puff from her cigarette.

“I bet I KNOW what it is.” Louise said, adjusting her glasses “Kenneth DID just get home from a long business trip.”

Grace’s cheeks flushed and the ladies started to giggle.

“Oh, now that makes sense!” Mary Anne said with a grin.

Grace tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled.

“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell.” She said simply and went on playing.

After bridge, Grace made dinner. She made extra so that Sissy and Lula could have some as a thank you for their hard work. Kenneth strolled through the door at precisely five thirty, still wearing his golfing gear.

“Darling,” he greeted Grace with a hug “how were the ladies today?”

“Like hens in a hen house,” she told Kenneth “meatloaf and mashed potatoes tonight. Do you want brandy or whiskey?”

“Whiskey please, my sweet?” He asked, giving her a peck on the cheek.

They ate dinner, chatting about their respective days. Kenneth hadn’t done so well on the golf course and had lost a few dollars to William and their other partner, Jim.

“You’ll get them next week,” Grace said “I’m sure of it.”

Kenneth gave her a smile and took a sip of his drink, his eyes still on her. She looked back at him; he was indeed handsome. He had forget- me-not blue eyes, lush dark hair and a slight boyish grin on his face.

“Grace?” He asked

“Hm?” She answered as she took a sip of her wine.

“When are we going to talk about it?” He asked.

“Talk about what?” She shot back.

“What you’re doing.” He said

She blinked at she stared at him

“Eating my dinner?” She asked.

He shook his head and raked a hand through his hair.

“No, and don’t talk to me like I’m an idiot.” He said

“Kenneth, I wouldn’t-“ she started but he interrupted

“I KNOW okay?” He asked sharply

“About what?!” She shot back, even though she knew exactly what he was getting at.

“You and that doctor!” Kenneth exploded “You’re fucking him behind my back!”

Even though it was true, and she had been for more than a year, she still decided to play dumb.

“What doctor? I’m not fucking-“ she started and he cut her off again.

“YES YOU ARE!” He yelled as he stood “Shirley, the butcher’s wife, saw you with a man that wasn’t me last night!”

Fuming, Grace said

“Kenneth, sit down and we can talk about this calmly.”

“THERE’S NOTHING CALM ABOUT WHAT I HAVE TO SAY!” Kenneth shouted at her “HOW COULD YOU?! HOW COULD YOU FUCKING DO THIS TO ME GRACE?!”

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SOOOOOO?! What do ya’ll think?? Are you excited to see where this goes? Because I’m excited to share it with ya’ll!

As always, kind feedback is appreciated. Feel free to like and share with your followers. If you’re new, maybe consider following? My boxes are open, so if you want to request something, you are more than welcome to!

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moved-to-moothebloo · 7 years ago

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Tagged in a fandom tag game

Thank you to @knickkatstuff for tagging me

Rules: Choose any three fandoms (in any order), answer the questions, and tag 10 people you want to get to know better

Fandoms:

Ninjago

Steven Universe

Marvel

The first character you loved:

Zane was my childhood favorite

Pearl

Steve Rogers

Character(s) you never expected to love so much:

Kai was a character that for a while I never cared for that much, but recently he’s turned into one of my favorites

I used to not care about Garnet that much, but then after Jail break and as the seasons progressed I began to love her more and more

I’ve always loved Peter Quill, but over the years I’ve loved him more and more then I ever thought I would

Character(s) you relate to the most:

Morro, cause we’re both human dumpster fires with very low self esteem and need constant attention

It’s kind of funny, cause I relate to both Ruby and Sapphire, but not Garnet. I relate to Ruby in terms of behavior and personality, and Sapphire cause I suffer from anxiety disorders that are similar to Sapphire’s fears and worries about her future vision. Also they’re both homosexual which I am too. That’s about it. (Oh and also Peridot)

Scott Lang cause we both never know what’s going on, we’re both awkward extroverts, we have a really hard time breaking bad habits, and we’re not really super good at anything. And also we both love animals

The character you’d slap:

Sorry I know he’s the fandom fav but I would do anything to bitch slap Lloyd in the face

Either Lapis or Blue Diamond, not sure which.

I love him but Tony cause he just needs to get his shit together

Three favorite characters, in order of preference:

Kai, Morro, then Cole or Nya

It’s really really hard to decide but I guess Jasper, Garnet, and Pearl

Quill, Steve, and Rocket

Characters you liked at first but not anymore:

Zane used to be my favorite but after a while he got progressively more flanderized as the seasons continued

I used to find Lapis a cool mysterious character but now she’s just kind of a jerk and not really in an endearing or sympathetic way

I know a lot of people love this character and that’s fine, he’s not a really bad character by any means, but man T’Challa used to be really cool and now he’s just less interesting then he was before

Three OTPs:

Greenstorm for life. Even though the ship gets so much unnecessary shit, and people have tried to make me not ship it, but it’s still the absolute best to me. I just love the tropes and their personalities working off together, it’s just the best

I have quite a few, but I think Amedot easily takes the cake

Stony was one of the first otps I’ve ever had and I still love it to this day, though I also really love Starmora

For this I will tag: @melissa18999 @americananime26 @ravenroyal21 @bi-tter-swee-t @ninjamelissajulien

#personal #ask me anything!#tag game

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0smooch0-blog · 7 years ago

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Blinded by the Light - An Apocalyptiplier Fanfiction (Pt3)

Based on the AU created by @sinnamonstache / @cinnamon-grump, and a lovely anonymous.

Contains: sad/depressing moments, apocalyptic world caused by nuclear explosion, homosexual depictions of real people (full respect towards them; please do not tag them while reblogging/sharing this. Also, keep this out of the main tags), minor blood/gore, sexual/romantic scenes, intense scenes, swearing.

Parts: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

Enjoy

After delivering the bad news to Tyler, we grabbed our bags and took us much food and water as we could carry. Not much was left, but there was enough to last for a few days. I didn't want to think about running out of food and water, ...but I knew that was something we’d have to deal with soon. We also gathered medical supplies, and we even found a few weapons, like a fire axe and some handguns. When we were finally ready to leave, we stood at the entrance anxiously, knowing that what we were about to do was beyond dangerous.

I sighed “C’mon. We should go before it gets dark”. Tyler rubbed his arm, clearly nervous “Why can’t we just stay here..?”. “Tyler, we’re going to run out of food really soon. When that happens, we’ll have to leave anyway. We might as well leave now so we’re used to being outside by the time we need food” I answered confidently, although I was just as tense as him. “Okay... good point. Let’s just go..”.

Without saying anything else, we walked out of the bunker, staying very close to each other. I carried one bag, and Tyler carried the other. I held his right arm with my left arm, and he carried Chica’s leash. Cautiously, Chica trotted alongside him. I glanced at Chica and faintly smiled, realizing that... maybe we could train her to be Tyler’s service dog! That would definitely be interesting, ..but it was something we’d have to think about when this was all over. I focused on survival alone, trying to figure out how we were even going to do this.

Once we were finally outside, we were relieved to see that it wasn’t a total desolate wasteland. Yeah, most of the plant life was dead, and lots of the buildings and houses were partially, or mostly, destroyed, but it looked like it had some hope. “So, ..um. How does everything look?” Tyler asked with a bit of hesitation. For a split second, I was confused, and I didn’t realize what he meant, but I then instantly remembered that he was blind “O-Oh, right... um” I stuttered, being taken a bit back by the question “It doesn’t look too bad. You can definitely tell that a bomb hit, ..but nothing’s completely destroyed. I guess the bomb dropped pretty far away from us”. Tyler nodded “That’s good. Should we find a place to stay?”. “Yeah, that’d be a good start. Stay close to me”.

As we continued to walk, Chica and I stayed on high alert, making sure that no one was following us, or no kind of danger was around. Tyler just stayed close to me and firmly held my arm, his eyes aimlessly staring at nothing specific. About 20 minutes later, we finally stumbled upon an abandon house that wasn’t completely ruined. It was a two story home that had a large hole in the roof, and the windows completely shattered. The yard was dead, and the two trees that were on the property were pretty much wilting. It wasn’t the prettiest house, but it was our best option.

For the next 3 days, nothing exciting happened. We stayed inside, mostly bored. To occupy ourselves, we’d play with Chica, or just relax on the couch together and talk. Our phones lost battery charge the second day of being in the bunker, so we couldn’t contact anyone, or entertain ourselves. When each day passed, I just became more and more anxious; I knew the day would come when we’d have to find more food and water outside. Well, that day did eventually come, and when it did, Tyler and I argued if we should go together or not.

“I can’t take you with me, Tyler. I just can’t! You’d be completely defenseless. I...I can’t protect the both of us if a giant monster attacks” I told him sternly, absolutely refusing to take him with me. “But you can’t just go alone! At least take Chica with you, please!” Tyler replied desperately with an upset voice. “No, she should stay with you. You’ll both be safe here; you can protect each other”.

Tyler huffed in frustration, crossing his arms as he leaned against the couch; Chica was laying next to him panting quietly. I looked at Tyler with great sympathy, knowing that this was all much harder on him than it was on me “Look, I’ll be back as soon as I can. Just please promise me you and Chica will both stay here. ..I...I’d lose it if either of you got hurt”. Tyler’s agitated expression quickly softened, and he sighed “Alright... I promise”. I sighed faintly and leaned down, giving Tyler a quick kiss to the forehead “I’ll be back before you know it” I scratched Chica’s head and also gave her a quick kiss before grabbing one of our bags and an axe. “Just so I don’t barge in and scare you when I get back, I’ll knock on the door one time so you know it’s me”. “Okay... Please hurry back”. “I will. See ya in a bit”.

As I trudged down the road, I thought about what would happen if I came across any threats. I’ve... never killed anything before, and I’ve never used an axe as a weapon. Anxiety surged through me as I thought of the possibility of having to kill an actual person. Maybe this would all end up like the “Fallout” games, where there’s bandits, raiders, and dangerous gangs. I hoped not.

To be honest, I wasn’t really sure of where I was heading. Maybe I could find some fish in a lake somewhere? Or better yet: maybe I could find an abandoned grocery store. I just needed to find edible food and drinkable water, and I needed to do it fast; I didn’t want to leave Tyler alone for too long.

After walking for what seemed to be hours, I froze in place when I heard the sound of a loud rustling. I looked over to my left, immediately discovering that it was just some birds that suddenly flew out of a dead tree, as if they were startled by my presence. I exhaled quietly, being relieved that it was nothing serious.

Then, out of nowhere, a searing pain struck my back, causing me to scream out and fall over. My hands quivered intensely as I shakily propped myself up onto my knees, feeling blood start to run down my sides. I winced in awful pain as I reached my hand back, feeling my torn shirt and bloody wounds. I turned around and frantically moved backwards, seeing that large, mutated, dog-rat thing. It looked like it was the same one from the bunker. It growled viciously as it slowly walked towards me, its teeth baring and its eyes glowing a dangerous red. My breathing was heavy, and I was still shaking from all the shock. Keeping my eyes locked with the monster’s, I repeatedly slapped my hand against the concrete, trying to find the axe that I dropped. My mind was racing---I couldn’t even think straight. The damn thing must’ve slashed its claws against my back, because I was bleeding badly, and the burning pain just wouldn’t subside.

The angry creature hissed and snarled, before raising its foreleg up and swiping its claws across my face. That same searing sensation returned, and in response, I shouted in pain and held my bleeding face, being at least thankful that the monster didn’t scratch out my eyes.

I finally got over the shock, and quickly stood up, grabbed my axe, and started to run as fast as I could back home. The fear of passing out just motivated me to run faster, and so did the fact that the beast was starting to catch up on me. I was so terrified; I just wanted to run until it gave up, but I knew that would never happen. Knowing I had to do something, I waited for the right time, and when I felt confident enough to do it, I stopped in my tracks, whipped around, and swung the axe at the monster.

Luckily, the blade made a direct hit into the creature’s neck, killing it almost instantly. It fell over, and I just stood there panting heavily with my back slightly arched from the pain. Swallowing the hard lump in my throat, I unsteadily backed away, and then turned around to get back home.

Every step I took just tortured my wounds. I grimaced and whimpered, resisting the urge to fall over. I’ve been through surgery pain, intense emotional pain, and so much more, but this was definitely one of the worst pains I’ve ever felt.

When I finally got back to the house, I walked up to the door, knocked on it once, and then collapsed to the ground. As the world started to darken, the pain gradually faded away.

Tyler sat on the couch waiting for Mark to get back, getting more and more antsy by the second. Chica was laying next to him, her head in his lap. “He’s fine... I just... gotta stop panicking...” Tyler thought worriedly, although he didn’t listen to himself, since he just continued to wait impatiently. He scratched Chica‘s head, feeling comfort in her presence. Soon enough, he decided to just go to sleep, since there was literally nothing else to do.

The blind man laid down on the couch and got comfortable, getting all cozy with Chica. It took a while, but he eventually dozed off into a light sleep, where waking him up would be pretty easy.

Tyler slept for 20 minutes, until he heard a sudden knock on the door. He jolted upwards, getting startled at first, but he quickly smiled when he realized that it was Mark. He carefully moved Chica off of him and stood up from the couch. After taking a quick deep breath, he cautiously walked over to the door and held his hands out, so his hands could feel for the door knob. Tyler opened the door and didn’t see the blurry image of Mark that he was expecting. In fact, there seemed to be no one standing at the door. Confused and a little frightened, Tyler looked around, even though he was blind, and that really made no difference. He was just about to go back inside, when he looked down and saw Mark laying on the ground, unconscious.

Tyler gasped “M-Mark??”. When his love didn’t respond, he began to panic. He kneeled down and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him up and carrying him to the couch after closing the door from behind himself with his foot. Tyler gingerly placed Mark on the cushions, making Chica jump off and down to the floor. When Tyler felt a warm liquid on his hand, he held it up in front of his face, seeing a very blurry red. The smell in the air surrounding Mark’s body confirmed this liquid to be blood. Panicking even more, Tyler very carefully touched all around Mark’s body, trying to feel for wounds while also looking for the color red. He was able to find out that Mark had 3 long scratches that ran down his back diagonally, and his face had 3 scratches that horizontally went from the left side of his face to right below his right eye. Tears coated Tyler’s eyes, knowing that these claw marks would definitely scar up, since they felt so big and deep. He sniffled and wiped his face, standing up and hurrying over to one of their bags, where they kept a Med kit.

Tyler had to stop Mark’s bleeding, as well as bandage up his injuries. Being blind, Tyler had to feel around for everything. He knew his handiwork wouldn't be the best, but he had to do something, or Mark could die from blood loss.

#apocalyptiplier #tyler x mark #fanfiction

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