#ohhhhh she might have only one eye but she does have ears~

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First encounter

Roxy have not noticed you...

yet

[swashed-buckles]

Introducing Captain Cropas. Also known as the captain. Notorious pirate and terrible liar. She’s never seen a kraken, but she does have a missing eye and a grudge against the one who took it. Sorry for my terrible writing. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

There was a fine line between the intimidation of being rarely seen and simply being presumed dead. Unfortunately, this meant the Captain needed to spend some amount of time on land.

The Black Flag tavern was far from the worst establishment on the pirate island of Japal. Though, that wasn’t saying much. It had sprung up within the hull of a long-beached galleon, perpetually rotting plants shored up by years of patrons. It was dank, dark, and stank of salt. Not so different from her ship. If it wasn’t for the incessant noise and unnerving stillness of the ground, she could almost imagine being at sea once again. Muffled screams echoed from nearby booth, drowned out by the twang of a hurdy-gurdy. Within moments dozens of inebriated voices had joined in, carrying a shanty that sounded like a dozen seagulls being strangled in unison. The chant swelled, clamouring for attention.

Ohhhhh, What will we do with a drunken sailer, what will we do with a drunken sailer! What will we do with a drunken sail-er ear-ly in the morning!

The Captain could picture quite a few things, actually. Most involving shoving a sword down their throats, if only to get them to shut up. But the longer she sat alone, the more she couldn’t help but look at them. Disdainful glances, at first. Then detached interest. The more she watched, the warmer the throng of revellers looked. Comforting like a well-worn boot. She wouldn’t be caught dead joining in. Captain Cropas didn’t sing, and she certainly didn’t make a fool of herself surrounded by strangers. If word got out, there wouldn’t be a ship on the sea that would surrender to her. Besides, half these men would be dead or killing one another within the month.

The Captain focused on the drink in her hands, taking a tentative sip. She nearly spat it over the table. It would certainly get her drunk, but that didn’t make it taste any less like horse piss. She had work to do. Finding new crew, to replace those damaged or lost in her latest raids. The Captain grabbed her drink, making her way over to the bar. She sat between two drunks. One slumped over, the other still sitting, and for enough. A tattoo of a tiger wound up his arm, half-decapitated by a long scar. She leaned against the bar, taking a deep breath.

“I’m Captain Cropas” Recognition flashed in his eyes. Not quite the reaction she had hoped for, but it would do.

“I happen to be in the market for a crew. You seem competent enough. If you sign with me, I can promise you gold, glory, adventure-.”

“What happened to you?” The man blinked stupidly, gesturing with his mug of ale. She didn’t need to ask. It was the same question, everywhere she went. The eyepatch hideous, and quite impossible to hide. The Captain held back an irritated sigh. She hated being interrupted almost as much as she hated question. But she’d be damned if she let it show. She flashed him a conspiratorial grin.

“The kraken.”

“kraken’s not real.” The sailer insisted. Still, he leaned forward, his drunken stare almost focused.

“That’s exactly what I used to say. But he’s real alright. Bigger than a whale, and ugly as sin. Buy me another round, and I just might tell the story.” Curiosity was a powerful thing. A few minutes later she had a pint and a willing audience.

“It was a dark night. Fog rolled in from the west, too thick to see your boots. Then out of the mist, a sound like nothing I’d ever heard.” The Captain lied. She’d been blinded by more than fog that evening, and she hadn’t been in the ship. The nearby chatter had ceased, patrons listening in. She paused, taking a sip of her drink. Better to tell the story once and get it over with. She hated the way they always stared, eyes lingering on the patch.

“Next thing I knew, my first mate was screaming bloody murder. Then I saw the tentacles. Thick as tree trunks, studded with every hook and harpoon that failed to kill the beast. That, is how I lost my eye.”

The last thing her left eye saw was a brilliant flash of silver, the same image still burned into her head.

“It had me in a moment, suckers wrapped around my head- horribly strong, stinking of fish. One of them plucked the eye right from my head, but I wouldn’t die so easily.“

Shed screamed, clutching her ruined eye was blood down her face, her neck. It was horrifyingly warm. By the time she’d found her bearings, her assailant had vanished. The Captain fought back the memory. She slammed her mug down for emphasis, the liquid sloshing within.

“Sliced right through the tentacle and ran for the cannons as it tried to crush the life from the ship. Sent some shot right into the bastard, then sailed to port fast as the wind could carry me.”

She’d had to crawl into an alleyway, like some sort of wounded animal.

“It’s still out there, somewhere. One day we’ll meet again, and I’ll kill it myself.”

That much was true. She would find them, even if she had to scour every corner of the world. Then, and only then, would she be free of the memories, the anger. She could finally move on.

“Any more questions?”

(Credit to my lovely girlfriend for the idea)

[marauderundercover]

Taking Chances Chapter 3: Happy Little Accidents (Identities)

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Marinette stared at the man in front of her, trying not to let her jaw drop. Sure she’d seen pictures of Bruce Wayne last night, Adrien made sure she was well educated on the man’s less than ideal fashion choices. But his choice of a sharp suit or his eyes that too closely matched hers weren’t why her jaw dropped. No, her jaw dropped because-

“Batman!” She says, in a wonderful moment of word association added to the man’s height and build. Mr. Wayne’s eyebrow quirks up and Marinette’s face instantly turns bright red as she hears the snickers of her classmates around her. Marinette immediately wishes that they would have left her and gone back to the bus without her, but no such luck. Instead they got to see her embarrass herself in front of her bio dad for the first time. Not that they knew that, but still. It was the principle of the thing. 

“I-” Mr. Wayne starts, but she cuts him off. 

“Oh, no, oh my god, I’m- no, I’m so, so sorry. I just, you’re- and you- and well yesterday, um, so I just, you seemed really familiar and I saw Batman yesterday so I said it and I shouldn't have and I'm so sorry I'm just freaking out cause my bi- ohhhhh….I mean-” Marinette rambles on, her blush darkening as she tries and fails to let out a coherent sentence in front of the man. She’s mercifully saved by the sharp blare of an akuma alert, the phones of every one of her classmates blaring at the same time. Mr. Wayne and the other employees in the lobby of Wayne Enterprises look confused, but Marinette is relieved. 

“What-” Mr. Wayne tries to ask, but is cut off yet again. 

“Oh well that’s not good gotta go call Paris-bye!” She yells, rushing away from the group and towards the bathrooms. She groans at the look Kaalki give her when she opens her purse. 

“That was a disaster.” They say simply with an unamused face. Marinette groans again. 

“Please don’t remind me. Tikki, spots on! Tikki, Kaalki, unify!” Marinette yells before calling a portal and falling into Paris, the awkward situation pushed to the back of her mind while she pours her focus into her Ladybug duties. 

---

Bruce Wayne was confused. And worried. But mostly confused. Or, the confusion overweighed the worry until he asked about the alarm on the French class’ phones. That’s when the worry began to take center stage. A supervillian? In Paris? For almost two years? Why was the League not informed? 

“Um, would you like to watch the battle, Monsieur Wayne?” A blonde boy asks, holding his phone out and rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous fashion. Bruce studies the boy for a moment and recognizes him as the one who hugged Miss Dupain Cheng the day prior. His daughter. Who is currently living in a city with a supervillain and no League intervention. Nodding, Bruce takes the phone and watches the battle, his horror growing. There was one hero, rushing around the scene, one of her pigtails singed and soot covering her face. What the hell kind of villain was this? And why did the hero look so small? Bruce flinches as the hero, Ladybug the comments called her, is thrown against a building roughly. He waits with baited breath until she stands back up, her face set in a grimace before she went on the offense with a vengenace. 

“Who is this villain? I’ve never heard of them?” Bruce asks Adrien, not bothering to look away from the fight. 

“I don’t know this one’s name, Akumas all have different names and powers.” Adrien replies. Bruce’ gaze snaps up to meet Adrien’s as his blood runs cold. All. As in, multiple. 

“How many villains?” He asks, thankful that his newly discovered daughter is currently in Gotham instead of Paris, a sentiment he never expected with the crime rates of his beloved city. 

“Oh, there’s only one villain. Hawkmoth. Akumas are just people who’ve had a bad day.” Adrien explains as if it’s a simple concept. 

“And what does that mean?” Bruce asks, feeling frustration creep into his neutral posture. 

“It means that what you’re seeing right now is a normal citizen who’s being controlled. Hawkmoth…. He has the power to control anyone who shows an extreme negative emotion. Heartbreak, anger, sadness, lonelines, anything negative can be used against you. We, Paris that is, don’t blame those who were akumatized. They can’t even remember what they did when they were under his control. It wouldn’t be fair to hold them accountable.” Adrien explains, and Bruce can’t help the feeling of complete and total helplessness that rushes over him. If he went to Paris, even with the intention of helping the hero in order to protect his daughter, he could become an even bigger obstacle. He could hurt her. He could hurt others. 

“Is that why the Justice League isn’t there?” Bruce asks, slightly amused at Adrien’s face rapidly changing from understanding to shocked. 

“I-um, probably? If you want more information, miraculousparis.org or the Ladyblog would be your best places for information.” Adrien offers. Bruce nods, mentally making a note to check out those sites later. 

“Very well. Thank you. I hope the rest of your trip to Gotham is enjoyable.” Bruce says, careful not to slip into a threatening tone. The boy hadn’t done anything to him, and while he might want to play the protective father, he knew it wasn’t his right. Not yet, anyways. Now he had a supervillain to destroy from behind the scenes. 

---

Opening a portal into her hotel room, Marinette sighs tiredly. The battle had been tiring, especially since she was on her own. Chat Noir had some kind of trip that he couldn’t get out of and had aplogized endlessly for it. She had reassured him that she could do it, but now… she knew she could do it but she really missed her partner. Letting both transformations drop, she sighs, relieved that the odd number of girls in their class allowed her to have her own room. Until a gasp filled her ears. She instantly shifts into a fighting position, shoulders tense as she stares at-

“Adrien?!” She yells in shock and confusion. What was he doing? In her hotel room? Without her? How did he even get a key? How was she supposed to explain this? Well, he did know the basics from his time as Aspik but-

“But you’re Multimouse!” Adrien yells before clapping his hand over his mouth, his cheeks instantly turning red. Marinette’s eyes widen. 

“How do you know about that?” She asks, panic rushing through her system. 

“Oh my god.” Adrien says, his eyes widening as he glances from Marinette to Tikki and back again. “Oh my god.”

“Please don’t tell anyone! I know you don’t owe me anything, but I just really don’t know if I can handle being the center of attention and then my family would be in danger and I know they wouldn’t approve because it’s dangerous and I-”

“THE TWO GIRLS I HAVE A CRUSH ON ARE THE SAME GIRL?” Adrien says, his eyes wide as he cuts off her rambling. 

“I- wait what?” Marinette sputters, completely shocked at this turn of events. 

“Well I’ve had a crush on Ladybug for forever and then like a month ago, I was talking to Plagg about how mad it made me that people weren’t listening to you and how hurt you were by the whole high road advice which was, honestly, not my best moment. And somehow, I started ranting about how pretty your eyes are and how kind and amazing you are and so then Plagg told me that that’s a crush, and I thought he was wrong. Until I saw you the next day and realized that he was right but then I felt bad because I felt like I was betraying Ladybug by having a crush on you instead, but Ladybug is you. Which makes sense, now that I think about it and-” Adrien’s cut off by Marinette covering his mouth with her hand, desperate to get him to stop talking. 

“Plagg?” She asks, jumping back from him as the Kwami flies out from Adrien’s pocket. 

“Good job kid, you broke pigtails.” He says, gesturing at Marinette who suddenly felt like the human version of the windows error screen. Could this trip get any weirder?

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[ppersonna]

make me - myg | m

strawberries on a summer evenin'. baby, you're the end of June. i want your belly and that summer feelin', getting washed away in you - watermelon sugar, harry styles

↳ summary- an ordinary sleepover with your best friend turns into anything but ordinary, thanks to your ridiculously loud neighbors above you.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+ / nc17

↳ word count- 4.4k

↳ pairing- yoongi x reader

↳ genre-  pwp lol, smut, fluff, somehow the dirtiest fluff i have ever written bc there’s some depraved shit in here

↳ warnings- penetrative sex, oral sex (m/f receiving), unprotected sex (dont...pls), dirty talk, rough sex, degrading talk, dom/sub undertones, bratty backtalk

↳ a/n- yooooo dawg this... was fun.  i hope you enjoy!!  ive been in my yoongi feels lately uwu. feel free to comment, message, dm, whatever u want babes.  i love you!

Yoongi thinks if he has to hear your upstairs neighbors fuck for another minute longer he might actually go crazy.

It’s been hours now.  The girl is screaming like a feral cat and the man is doing a terrible impression of a porn star, trying his best to talk dirty but really just calling the howling banshee awful names.  

If only his dick would be as annoyed as his brain.

He knows you’re awake next to him too.  The steady rise and fall of your breathing changed when the bad porn above you began—now it’s faint and too quick to indicate anything but your wakefulness.

“Ohhhhh oppa!” The girl above you screams.

It’s finally what breaks down the silence in your bedroom.  At her wanton sound, you and Yoongi are unable to stop yourselves from bursting into laughter.

Yoongi’s stomach hurts from laughing so hard.  Tears form at the corners of his eyes as you make the bed rumble from the force of your combined laughter.

“God, do they think that sounds hot?” You finally ask after settling down to mere giggles.

Yoongi shrugs and wipes away his tears. “Apparently.  He must like the way she sounds like a dying cat.”

His comment sends you into a spiral of laughter again, and you’re clinging to your chest as it heaves with exertion.

Yoongi is your best friend for a reason.  No one makes you laugh as hard as he does.  No one understands you the way he seems to be able to—it’s almost intuitive the way he can understand your feelings.  

You live for your weekly sleepovers.  You drink wine, watch terrible horror films, gossip about your other friend’s love lives, and fall asleep in your bed together.  It’s never been anything but blissful.

Until recently…

When your heart decided it would beat too fast around him.  When your brain decided to spin and weave stories of romance with your best friend.

Now, you can’t hardly think about anything else around the dirty blonde haired boy.  It’s overwhelming to all of your senses when you see him, feel him near you.  You want to kiss him, to love him, to tear his clothing off.

Which makes lying in your full size bed while the neighbors above you fuck and attempt to act out their wildest fantasies—badly—so much harder than usual.

“God,” Yoongi sighs and tugs the blanket up to his chin. “Does she even like it or do you think she’s faking it?”

You wrinkle your nose in disgust. “Ugh, I know I wouldn’t be into it.”

“You don’t like dirty talk?” He teases with a poke to your stomach.  It makes an eruption of nerves go off in your chest.

“Oh, no I do. But that’s not dirty talk,” you shrug. “He’s just being mean. There’s no sensuality underneath it.”

He hums and lays back down to stare at the ceiling.

“Give me an example,” he asks of you. It makes your cheeks flush red and you’re thankful for the darkness in your room to provide you cover.

“Um, well,” you cough awkwardly. “He’s saying shit like ‘you fuck anything don’t you?’ which, maybe she’s into degradation, but I’m not. Not that extreme.”  Your explanation sounds lame, but you continue anyway. “I prefer to hear things like ‘this slutty little pussy belongs to me’.  Possessive and hot at the same time without being too...uhh...hurtful.”

Yoongi feels his cock rise with piquing interest. There’s a nagging guilt about thinking of his best friend this way, and a tinge of jealousy thinking someone who isn’t him has said that to you.

He feels his throat dry up, and you wring your hands nervously on the blanket. The moaning above you doesn’t stop, and you can hear the telltale sound of flesh slapping on flesh, indicating they’ve commenced into penetration and it makes your body throb with annoyance, and with want.

There’s moments when a louder slap echoes through the room—it’s clear the man is slapping her somewhere—and she whines desperately.  Your core starts building that familiar heat, a slickness gathering you can’t stop. You press your thighs together tight and squirm as subtly as you can. You pray Yoongi doesn’t notice.  

Yoongi, however, does notice.  He breathes a sigh of relief internally knowing he’s not the only being affected by the commotion above. But he doesn’t understand the meaning behind it. For all he knows, you’re just turned on because—well, because it’s sex and it’s loud and who wouldn’t be a little turned on? You’re likely not at all aroused by him, or the thought of him. Right?

Another slap echoes through the room and you can tell by the way the girl gasps that her partner slapped her in the face.

“Damn,” you shiver.  Yoongi turns to peek at you through the darkness.

“You into that?” He asks curiously. “Face slapping?”

It’s hard to swallow for a moment—it feels like you’re trying to down a boulder.

“Uh, yeah,” you whisper. “Yeah, I like pain.”

Yoongi doesn’t reply and it makes you fear you’ve overstepped the line. You’ve gone too far off the ‘best friend’ track and the whole train is about to de-rail.

You’re opening your mouth to apologize for taking it too far when Yoongi finally speaks.

“Fuck it,” he sighs. “You want to fuck louder and establish dominance?”

The world stops turning.  You’re sure that gravity doesn’t exist anymore and the theory of relativity has been proven wrong.

Did Min mother fucking Yoongi, your best friend of over twenty years, just offer to have sex with you to...establish dominance over the neighbors above you attempting to make a cheap porn?

He’s looking at you normally, but there’s a glimmer in his eye that says more.  It says he wants you.  Your stomach twists in on itself.  There’s no way, there is no actual plausible way that the man beside you feels the same way about you as you do.

“You want to have sex with me?”

Yoongi’s cheeks turn pink and he looks away for a minute.

“I also want to date you,” he murmurs.  

If you thought the world ended before, you’re sure this is the fiery explosion that brings a new earth into life with a bang.

The noises from upstairs interrupt the romantic moment with a scream, a guttural howl from the man, and then muffled whispers and sighs.

“What do you say we keep them up all night too?” His mouth turns to a smirk as he awaits your reply.

“Yeah,” you nod as you throw the blankets off you.  “Fuck those guys, lets show them what real kinky sex looks like.”

Yoongi’s eyes turn feral as he works his eyesight down your body.  Your normal sleepwear outfit of a tank top and shorts looks like lingerie to him now and he’s salivating at the way he can see the curve of your breasts, and the press of your hard nipples against the fabric.

You’re throwing yourself onto Yoongi’s body in an instant, pinning him down to the bed and pressing your lips to his.  You waste no time in waiting for him now that you know—now that you’ve heard with your two ears that Min Yoongi not only wants to fuck you, but date you as well.   No use wasting any more time—the time for action is now.

The kiss is hot and Yoongi’s hands falter for a moment in surprise before he’s coming to his senses and tugging at your tank top quickly to pull it off your body.  His hands feel hot on the bare skin of your back, rubbing at your spine and up to your shoulders.  It makes you shiver, and you slide your tongue into his mouth to explore the heat inside.  

His hands navigate forward to cup your breasts, fingers toying with your nipples—pinching and pulling and rolling between the pads of his fingers.  It has you keening into his touch and grinding down on his basketball-shorts-covered cock. 

Yoongi pulls away from you and pulls at a nipple harshly, which makes you gasp out loud.

“It’s real cute how you think you’re in charge right now,” he points out.  “Real fucking cute.  It’s gonna make me almost feel bad for punishing you.”

You’re sure your soul is going to leave your body at hearing your best friend’s sexy baritone voice verbalize your dirtiest fantasies.  If this is how you react now…, may God have mercy on your poor little pussy.

Yoongi thinks he’s possibly never been harder than he is right now.  His best friend, best girl, is sitting atop his boner and he’s twisting your pretty nipples so hard they’ll surely turn purple soon.  You sound so sweet when you whine, and you’re starting to whine louder as he continues the pressure on your tits.

“You thought you could take control, didn’t you?” He asks, slipping further and further into the dominant act.  He loves this, thrives off it.  He didn’t think you’d ever be into it—none of the girls he’s dated before have—and he’s thrilled he doesn’t have to hide this depraved part of himself.

You nod and bite your lip, wincing as he tugs once more on a nipple before letting go.

“Cute,” he sighs.  “But wrong.”

In an instant, he flips you two over and he feels his heart and cock swell at the sight of your sweet eyes widening at the quick change.  

“This feels better, don’t you think?” He asks.  You nod and he shakes his head.  “Answer me, baby doll.  You’re already about to get punished.  You wouldn’t want to make me not let you cum, would you?”

The fear in your eyes increases and you clear your throat to talk.

“No sir, I don’t want that.”  

Yoongi nearly moans.  Hearing you call him sir, being underneath him—it’s his wet dreams come to life.

“Then tell me,” he instructs. “Tell me you need me in charge.”

You’re dying to be a brat, really wanting to pull Yoongi completely out of his shell, show him the full extent of what he can do to you.  Plus, you really wanna give your neighbors a show—a taste of their own medicine, don’t you?

“What if I don’t want to?” You tease.

Yoongi’s grin turns wider and his eyes sparkle with knowing. He’s a through and through brat-tamer, and by the end of the night you’ll be crying for forgiveness.

“Little tease,” he growls as he leans down to latch his mouth on your abused nipple.  

You gasp out loud, and it turns into desperate mewling as his teeth nibble and pull.  You’ll be bruised up for days, surely.  He sucks hard, pulls on it roughly and bites with meaning. You just know your panties are completely soaked.

“Talking back to me, huh? You think that’s going to get you where you want to go tonight, little girl?”

He turns his attention to your other nipple, eyes peering into yours as you struggle to answer with the sizzle of pain in your breast.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You send back with a shake of your hips under him.

The growl he delivers around your nipple and the quick bite makes you yelp.

“I think I should shut that loud mouth of yours up.”

You smile in response and his fingers tug down your shorts.  You lift your hips and allow him to pull the clothing off and you’re left in your slicked up panties.

“Oh yeah?” You retort.  “You gonna shut me up with that fat cock?”

Yoongi visibly shivers. His spine tingles deliciously for minutes after the hair on his neck settles.  He’s dreamed of you like this, under him and begging to be put in your place.  And now, here you are.  And he can’t wait to make it a reality.  He’s even forgotten about the loud neighbors.  It’s now just all about you.

“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Dirty little slut so horny to get her mouth on my cock.”

Yoongi allows a finger to trail down your clothed slit, and he outwardly groans at how wet you are.  You’re unable to hold back your whimpers of need—he’s so close to where you need him most and where you’ve dreamed of having him.

“You talk a big game for someone who’s drenched before I’ve even done anything,” Yoongi says with a smirk.

Your legs tremble as he pulls your panties to the side to expose your drenched folds. He dips a finger in and touches your clit. You moan in unison—he’s captivated by the heat and slick, you’re feeling air escape your lungs with every swirl of his finger.

“Y-Yoongi,” you whine.  He tsks and pulls his finger out.

“That’s not my name right now.” His hands start to slide your panties down and your stomach leaps with excitement.

“Sir, please.”

“Now you want to be my good girl?” He asks with a chuckle. “Where’s my mouthy little brat who wants my cock to shut her up?”

He leans back on his heels and watches you eye him. You’re nearly bursting at the seams. You’re naked while he remains completely clothed and while you’d normally feel exposed and vulnerable, all you feel is white hot heat. You’re burning for Yoongi, for him to do what you’ve dreamt he could do.

“Why don’t you show me what that sweet mouth can do?”  

He maneuvers to stand at the side of the bed, dick straining against the mesh of his shorts. He waits for you to sit up, which you wordlessly obey.  His cock is now eye level with you, and your mouth feels dry. You’ve dreamt about this dick, about what it looks like and how it would feel in your hand, inside you. The fact that you’re here now, about to find out all your secret fantasies is heady.

Your hand rubs at the straining material, over the thickness of his cock. He feels big, and you give it a squeeze which makes him hiss.

“Still being a tease,” he sighs with faux disappointment. “You’re in a precarious position to be such a little cocktease.  Might need to fuck that right out of you.”

It makes you whimper—his direct threats sounding like smooth promises going straight to your core.

“I’d like to see you try.”

Yoongi growls and grabs a bit of your hair, tugging your head back to look at him in the eyes.

“I think you should shut this fucking mouth up.”  His voice is dark, and his eyes glow with lust.

A grin pulls over your face as you gaze sweetly up at him—his hand still gripped tight in your hair.

“Make me.”

Yoongi is silent for a moment as he stares at you in wonder—his beautiful girl, so rebellious and yet so willing to comply.

“I fucking love you, you little fucking slut.”

Yoongi forces his shorts down and grips your chin, holding it hard in his hand.

“Now choke on my fucking cock.”

You open your mouth complacently and he wastes no time in shoving his entire length down your throat mercilessly.  

It’s hot. It feels like fucking heaven.  Your lips wrap around him and suction and he can feel your gag reflex straining against his tip at the back of your throat.  Yoongi thinks his entire spine is tingling with desire for you and the way you take his cock so well has his toes curling.

You didn’t even get to have a good look at Yoongi’s cock before it was shoved into your throat, but now that it’s there you don’t even need to see it to knows he is fucking thick and long. It stretches your mouth and you know your pussy will be taken to its limit when he finally buries himself inside you where he rightfully belongs.

“Can’t talk back now, can you?” He teases as he begins to fuck your throat. “Mmmm shit—, you suck my cock so fucking good.”

His words are nothing but encouragement for you and you fight back the growing discomfort in your throat and allow him to use it as he pleases.  Tears form in your eyes and slip down your face at the exertion and you soon feel his balls slap at your chin.  You’ve only fantasized of being used like this by Yoongi, and now it’s actually fucking happening.  You’ll be damned if you don’t give him the suck of a lifetime.

Yoongi thinks he’s staring into heaven as he fucks your tight mouth and watches as your eyes fill with tears.  They leak out and he knows you’re loving this just as much as he is by the palpable enthusiasm you accept his cock with.

“Look at my little brat,” he coos mockingly. “Not so big and brave now, are you?  Not with daddy’s cock wrecking your hot mouth.”

He picks up the pace and the sounds turn disgustingly lewd.  It’s a wet, slurping sound as Yoongi forces his cock in and out of your drooling mouth.  Saliva drips onto the bed below you as you take him all, never given a chance to breathe or swallow.  Yoongi takes and you selflessly give. You’d allow the man to split you in half—and you’re actively hoping he does just that tonight.

Suddenly, Yoongi is pulling out of your mouth and leaving you panting and keening for more. He grips his cock with a fist.  He strokes himself roughly and looks down at you.

“Gonna cum, baby girl. Fucking beg for it.”

Your hands grip at his thighs and you’re breathing hard to catch up on the oxygen you were denied.  But it doesn’t stop you from doing exactly as he orders.

“Please, daddy. Please cum on my face.  Let me taste your cum, I want to know what you taste like.  Cum on me.  Mark me, daddy.”

Yoongi whines and increases the speed of his pumps. His mouth falls open as he watches you pout so sweetly and wait so eagerly for his seed on your face. He wants to see your entire body covered in his cum and he plans on ensuring that happens sooner rather than later.

“My eager little bitch. Wants her daddy to mark his territory.”

You nod, tongue sticking out and wagging like a dog for his cum.

“Please, daddy.  Make me messy.”

It seems to be the secret password to Yoongi’s climax. Your desperation, your eager position, the way you beg so sweetly.  It sends him right over the edge and he cries out as his cock pulses white stripes over your pretty face.  

He wishes he could take a picture of the way his cum covers your face.  He’d make it his background photo so he could see it every day, show everyone around him the gorgeous little whore he gets to cum on every night.

“Shit, babygirl,” he groans as he attempts to catch his breath.  “Look at you.”

You smile as your tongue retreats into your mouth and you savor the drops that landed on your tongue.  Your eyes close in bliss as you enjoy the flavor, noting it tastes salty and sweet and you can’t wait to reacquaint yourself with the taste over and over again.

“Lay back,” he orders as he pushes his shorts all the way off.  

In his haste to fuck your throat, he only pushed them halfway.  He slips out of them and pulls his shirt off before he joins you on the bed.

“Let me drink this cunt.”

You whimper in agreement as you press your back in to the pillows and spread open your legs.

“Please, daddy.”

He grins as he lowers himself to lie between your legs.  He blows on it, cool air pushing over your folds chilling you.

“Fuck,” he sighs.  “Greedy little cunt wants it all, hm?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“So compliant for me now,” he whispers as he kisses your thighs. “I like it when you behave.”

He kisses in further, and soon he’s using his fingers to spread apart the folds and pressing the flat of his tongue to your clit and laving it over the aching nub.

“Holy shit,” he groans as he comes up and sucks his tongue back into his mouth.  “Sweetest little pussy.”

You can’t reply, the capability to speak has left you now.  He buries his face back into your cunt and gets to work.  His tongue starts flicking against the bundle of nerves and then dips down to fuck into your channel.  He works his tongue around you and your back arches off the bed and your heels dig into the mattress.  You seek purchase in his hair with your hands, digits gripping at the blonde locks between your thighs.  

Yoongi groans and moans into your cunt, and soon he slips two fingers in to fuck you roughly.

He pulls his lips away and licks his tongue over them to collect the slick that lingers.  His fingers maintain a quick pace and he drinks in the sight of you gasping at the stretch.

“Yeah, look at you take my fucking fingers.  Such a wanton little whore for me.”

He slides another finger in to join, then another, and it makes your cries echo loudly around the room.  He suddenly remembers the neighbors above you and smirks.  He pulls his hands from you, making you keen with desire and desperately beg for more.

“Daddy! Please, I need..” you gasp. “Need you!”

He pulls himself up to join your hips together and rolls his them against each other.  His cock rubs against your soaked pussy and he bites his lip at the feel of it getting slicked up.

“I want you to be nice and loud for me, baby girl,” he demands sweetly in your ear as he licks the shell.  He notes your shiver and smirks, before kissing your ear lightly.  “Tell those mother fuckers upstairs who’s going to take you to Hong Kong.”

“Yes, daddy,” you agree.  

It only takes the consent to leave your lips for Yoongi to spear his cock into you.  He’s not slow or gentle, he pushes it into the hilt immediately.

Yoongi meant to start a pace, to begin fucking into you mercilessly, but he’s frozen inside your tight heat.  You feel so good, so fucking tight and warm and wet for him.  It’s better than heaven, and surely better than any pussy he’s been inside before.  Maybe it’s because it’s you, and no one else.

“Fuck!” He gasps. “Holy shit I could cum right now.”

You whine and move your hips desperately.

“Fuck me daddy! Fuck me hard, please!  Use me like your little cock sleeve.”

Yoongi bites his lip and feels his cock pulse.

“Shit, you’ve got a dirty fucking mouth,” he grits. “Let’s see if you’ve got a dirty little pussy too.”

He sets a pace, desperately wills his cock not to cum yet.  He wants to fuck you senseless, until your eyes roll back in your head.  He’s gonna make sure you get off on his cock before he comes close to his end.

Yoongi grips your chin again, like he did at the beginning as he fucks into you roughly.

“Look at you take my fucking cock so deep,” he bites out.  “Your cunt is so fucking desperate for my fat cock, isn’t it? You need me to fuck some discipline into you.”

You’re nearly screaming now at the force of his thrusts.  He’s pushing all the way into you with each push and his balls smack against your ass deliciously.  You’re babbling, words unable to make sense as he fucks all the brain cells out of you.

“Dumb little cock slut,” he whispers as he leans down to suck a nipple into his mouth and bite at it before releasing it  “Little brat turns into a perfect little fuck hole for me, so fucking good for me.”

“Yes, y-y-yes baby! S-so close!”  

Yoongi’s had you near the verge since his oral, and now with his punishing pace and power in his driving hips, you’re hovering over the edge.

His hand drops down to rub at your clit, a circular motion that has you gasping and screaming his name.

“That’s fucking right,” he breathes. “Tell them, baby.  Tell them who’s got the best fucking cock.  Tell them who fills this pussy up so well.”

You’re eager to comply.

“You, daddy!  Fuck!  You feel so fucking thick in me.  I need your cum, please, please.  Cum on me.”

Yoongi feels his balls tighten impossibly--he knows he’s seconds away from an explosive orgasm.

“Cum on my cock, baby girl.  Let me feel you cream my fucking cock.  Wanna see you all over this fat dick.”

His free hand tugs at a nipple and pulls it punishingly, tugging it so far it pulls the skin around it.  Your screams light up the room, echoing and bouncing off the walls and surely traveling up to your neighbors bedroom.

“Yoongi! Fuck! I’m cumming!” You warn, a millisecond before your world crashes around you.  

Your cunt squeezes his cock so tightly that it causes his hips to stutter in their pace.  It grips him tight, angry like a squeezed fist and Yoongi feels the air get sucked out of his lungs as his climax follows directly after yours.  He didn’t even have a chance to pull out--he’s emptying his load into your womb and whining at the feeling of your pulsating walls milking every single drop greedily.

It’s several minutes later that you’re both caught up to normal breathing and resting beside each other on the bed.  The room is silent, save for little pants and breaths, and Yoongi reaches over to lace his fingers into yours and hold your hand tightly.

“You wanna date me?” He asks sweetly, as if his cum isn’t dripping out of your cunt as he speaks.  

It makes you laugh.  It’s so classically Yoongi that you can’t help but to laugh.  

“Yes, daddy, I want to date you.  I want to date you every single day.”

He pulls you into his embrace and kisses at your forehead.

“Maybe we should send your neighbors some flowers for getting us together,” he teases.

As if on cue, the all too familiar sound of skin slapping against skin and screeching moans comes from upstairs and plays through your apartment like an unwanted jukebox.

“God damn it, our plan backfired.” he grumbles. “I think we turned them on.”

You press your sticky, sweaty body against him and kiss at his lips.  Your hand sneaks down to his cock and grips it again, begging it to come back to life.

“Shall we try again, then?”

[sirenascales]

-> double black [part three] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

A man is murdered and things get interesting as the investigation starts. [Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai]

2,981 words

note: no smut in this one hehe, but things are gonna get fun. enjoy!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Final || masterlist

"Hey... are you okay?" Kenji asked me a few days later, noticing the scowl on my face and realizing that I had been tapping my nail on my desk repeatedly for the last fifteen minutes. "You seem... pissed?"

I grunted, closing my eyes and slowly taking a deep breath. "I'm okay, Kenji. Just having a bad day." The others shared looks with each other, but chose not to pry. The frown on my face never left, my fists clenched as my blood continued to boil.

Then that all went away, when I felt a gentle hand against the back of my neck. I looked over at Dazai, who had lazily rolled himself in his chair over to me. He grinned. "I could see the steam coming from your ears!"

His hand never left my neck, moving until his fingers loosely wrapped around the column of my throat. Strangely enough, my anger had completely gone away when he touched me, and it felt nice to finally breathe. "With the day I'm having..." I sighed, the whole world seemingly melting away, Dazai's thumb stroking along my jaw.

Kunikida was clearly unimpressed, the man gritting his teeth. Atsushi looked shocked, his face tinged red while Ranpo and Kenji just touched their own necks gently.

"Does she like to get choked?"

"Who knows, man."

"Hey, I know what will make you feel better," Dazai suggested and I tilted my head, waiting for him to continue. He leaned in and would have kissed me if it weren't for a book smacking right into the side of Dazai's head.

"Do that on your own time! We have a schedule!" Kunikida fumed while I quickly turned around to cover my face, simply to muffle down my obnoxious laughter.

"Oh, dude!"

"Kunikida! What was that for!"

"Public indecency!"

Dazai rubbed his head, whining from the pain while I just giggled behind my hands. Dazai almost looked betrayed at me laughing at him and I just shrugged my shoulders. "Hey, that's what you get for trying to play grab ass."

I purposely ignored Dazai's pouty face for the rest of the day, the man clearly upset that he didn't get to kiss me. I shook my head, glaring at him from across the office while threateningly pointing my pen at him.

"Work, dammit."

"I don't wanna! Bella, don't be so mean!"

I fixed him another glare before going back to my work, finishing up the final report for the last case we were on. After going through and making sure it was perfect, I saved and emailed it to the President, just as the door to the office slammed opened.

"He's gone!"

"Keiko?! What the he- Keiko, what's wrong?"

I stood up from my desk, my best friend standing before me in a frazzled state. She looked extremely distressed, tears falling down her face. I rushed to her, the woman collapsing into my arms as we both fell to our knees.

"He's gone!" she exclaimed before she started to sob into my chest. "He's gone! He's gone! He's gone!"

"Keiko..." I looked up at the others with wide eyes, them looking on with alarm. I turned back to Keiko, rubbing on her back as she continued to sob.

Taichi was killed. He was found in an alleyway with multiple stab wounds. Keiko had received a call from the police after his identity was discovered, the detectives revealing the tragic news to her.

"I'm so sorry, Keiko..." I said to her softly, sitting with her in one of the small areas of the office, separated by simple dividers. "... how the hell did this happen? We just saw him last night when he dropped you off at my place..."

Keiko had finished crying, but the terrible sadness in her eyes was a clear indication of how devastated she was. I clenched my fists, feeling my anger from earlier building up again.

"I'm going to have to make my statement," Keiko said softly, chewing on her bottom lip.

"Do you want me to go with you to the station?" I asked and she shook her head.

"No... it's okay..."

"The thing is, you are also one of the last people to see him alive," Kunikida spoke up, standing by with Dazai and Atsushi. "You'll have to give your account too..."

Sighing deeply, I absentmindedly reached under my skirt, pausing when I didn't feel my knife against my thigh where it usually was. I gritted my teeth, shaking my head to myself before I went back to rubbing on Keiko's back in an attempt to comfort her.

Soon, Keiko and I left the Agency and headed on over to the police station. We gave our accounts of the night before when we last saw Taichi, us talking separately with a different agent.

"Now you know, Mr. Kamiya was in the Port Mafia," the agent said and I nodded. "And they have quite a bit of history with your little organization."

I didn't like the condescending tone in his voice, but I kept my cool. "Of course, but none of us have anything to do with this man's murder, and you have no evidence proving otherwise."

He just rolled his eyes at me. "Well, this is all we need. You're free to go."

I nodded before quietly making my way out of the interview room. I met with Keiko, who looked like she had been crying again and I pulled her into a comforting hug. "It's okay. This will be over soon."

Later on, I found myself back at the Agency, Keiko choosing to go home, despite my protests. My head was buried in my arms, not moving as I felt someone put their hand on my head, lightly scratching my scalp.

"Looks like the police will keep on investigating Taichi's murder," Dazai said and I peeked one eye out to find him leaning against my desk. "Thing is, I'm sure the Port Mafia will also be conducting their own investigation. Ohh, this is gonna get interesting~"

"So is it better if we stay out of this, then?" I asked, sitting up in my chair. "I mean, unless we're asked... we don't have to touch this."

Dazai regarded me for a moment, a mysterious smile growing on his face before he just threw his hands up nonchalantly. "I get it, you were friends with the guy."

"Not really," I corrected him immediately. "Keiko is my friend."

"Ohhhhh," Dazai just hummed, tapping his forefinger on his chin. "Well anywho, the police are gonna have their hands full if the Port Mafia really gets involved! It wouldn't hurt to help, right?"

I hesitated, a small smile soon growing on my face as I nodded. "Sure. Let's start tomorrow."

"How about tonight instead?!" Dazai asked with a cheerful smile while I just glared at him angrily, the two of us now standing in the middle of the crime scene.

"Why do I even bother believing a word you say?" I hissed at him, attempting to kick the man but he quickly side stepped me. I gritted my teeth. "Ugh, plus it's already dark, Dazai. It's gonna be harder to find any evidence." Indeed, the only light we were getting was from the full moon up ahead, and the shitty lights above the side door of one of the buildings. "Are we even allowed to be here?"

Dazai simply nodded his head. "Of course, we were assigned to this case, afterall."

"... you told me the police were keeping it," I said, eyebrows twitching in annoyance. Was he serious?!

Dazai just smiled and threw his hands up. "Guess I was mistaken," he hummed and I sighed deeply, rubbing my temples.

"Okay so... what now?" I asked, finally looking around the crime scene. It was obviously taped off and Taichi's body was removed. All there was left was a giant stain of blood, which I now looked at with a worried face.

"Just by the nature of the crime alone, we can easily say it was a crime of passion. If this was a local gang or rival, he would have been shot, or even jumped and beaten to death. Official word is, he was stabbed over sixty times," Dazai explained, standing beside me and staring at the blood. "There is no sign of the murder weapon, no other physical evidence besides Taichi's dead body and blood. We'll have to wait for forensics to give us their final word, but I can tell... this might not be so easy to crack."

I nodded solemnly, my fists clenched tightly.

"Or... will it?"

I took in a deep breath before turning and sending Dazai a sheepish smile. "Well, we got our work cut out for us, huh."

Dazai chuckled softly. "Yeah, but that's what makes it fun."

"So Dazai," I started, crossing my arms over my chest. "I have a question."

"I may have an answer."

"Have you ever killed anyone before?"

Silence followed after my question and I turned to look at the man. His hands were in his pockets, a weird smile on his face. "I have. Quite a few."

For some reason, the answer didn't shock me as much as it probably should. "How do you sleep at night?"

More silence, before Dazai stood before me. I looked up at him, heart thudding when I saw that same dim look in his eyes. His lips curled up and he leaned in, making me hold my breath as he whispered.

"Like a baby."

My breath hitched in my throat, eyes going wide. I licked my lips nervously, nodding my head slowly. "I see..." Just... wow.

"You know, I could have gone without seeing your ugly face, Dazai."

A look of distaste grew on Dazai's face as the newcomer came sauntering up to us. He wore black, a familiar hat resting upon a familiar head of red hair. Blue eyes stared daggers into my coworker, mouth curled into a displeased snarl.

"Ah, Chuuya! It is a small world, after all," Dazai sang, the glare in his eyes not meeting the jovial tone of his voice.

Chuuya scoffed. "I thought you'd be fucking dead by now, but of course, you always love to piss me off."

"'Cause it's so much fun!"

The two men clearly didn't like each other, but that was the least of my concerns. All I could do was stare at Chuuya in shock. Of course, Taichi was one of his subordinates, he would want to find out who his killer was and get retribution. That was just how the Port Mafia worked.

I gulped, carefully trying to back away from the two. They could stand there and bicker with each other all they want. I had to get out of here before-

"Oh wait, meet my new friend!" Dazai wrapped his arm around my neck, wrestling me to his side effortlessly as I tried to break free. He knew I was trying to escape and made sure that didn't happen.

"Hey, let me go!" I hissed, not pleased with being pulled into a damn chokehold.

"Not until you meet my old friend!"

Chuuya growled. "We're not friends, damn traitor!"

Traitor? I grew confused, eyebrows pinched even as I fought against Dazai's hold. Chuuya narrowed his eyes when he finally got a good look at me.

"Hey... do I know you?"

Crap. "Uh..." I laughed sheepishly, Dazai now confused as he looked back and forth between the two of us.

"You know each other?"

"W-well..."

"We met a few months ago," Chuuya spoke up, his eyes widening in realization before his eyes narrowed and he snarled.  "Knew you couldn't be trusted."

"Wait!" I exclaimed, making it out of Dazai's hold and holding my hands up to Chuuya. "I swear... I didn't even know about the ADA when we met. It was just as I said that night, I lost my job and was there to drink my pain away."

"Tch," Chuuya sounded, his eyes still narrowed. "And now you work with this traitorous bastard. Lucky you."

There was that word again.

"What do you mean by traitor?" I asked, at the same time Dazai spoke up.

"How the hell do you two know each other?"

Chuuya scoffed. "I fucked her."

I squeaked, Dazai's eyebrows raising.

"Interesting. I'm fucking her too."

I squeaked again, waving my hands wildly before either man could respond. "D-don't we have a murder to solve, huh?!"

It fell on deaf ears, the two men staring each other down, all before their eyes were on me and my trembling form.

"You know... I feel like we've been here before, Chuuya."

Said man snorted. "When you fucked my girls?"

"Like you haven't fucked mine?"

Okay, now I was confused. "Um... I don't understand..."

"Oh yeah!" Dazai exclaimed a bit too cheerfully, putting a hand on Chuuya's shoulder, earning a withering glare. "Chuuya and I go way back. Were the best of friends."

"No we weren't."

"We were partners! The best there was!"

"... tch."

Partners? What the hell did Dazai mean by partners? I looked between the two men, lips formed in a thin line. Then, the answer struck and my mouth fell open in shock. There was no fucking way... Dazai? I swallowed thickly, shaking my head for this was not the time or place to be thinking about this.

"Okay... I can only imagine just how deep this shit goes," I started, the men looking at me curiously. "But we have a murder to solve. Whatever... this," I gestured my hand between the two of them. "Is... it can wait. Y'all can make out or whatever later."

That was my attempt at breaking whatever tension there was, but I was the only one cackling when Dazai and Chuuya immediately protested.

"I will kill you!"

"That is not funny, bella!"

"Ugggh, I don't have the time for this. I should have known that the ADA would be investigating this, and that just pisses me off. You two should just stay out of my way," Chuuya said, hands in his coat pocket. "Though you... word is that you were one of the lasts who saw Taichi alive."

My heart dropped when Chuuya looked at me and I frowned. "And I told the police that I saw him when he dropped Keiko off at my apartment. There are cameras in the lobby that will show that I never left the apartment. We even ordered food in."

"Fuck. And there is no other evidence right now. No weapon, no hints of DNA. It's like the killer just vanished," Chuuya said to himself and I glanced at Dazai, seeing the amused look on his face.

"What if it was an ability user?" Dazai suggested. Chuuya gritted his teeth.

"Shut up! I don't need your help!"

"Really? Are you sure?" Dazai taunted the red head, quickly ducking when Chuuya swung his foot in a wide kick. Dazai didn't get hit, but the wall behind him took the damage, large cracks forming on the surface. I swallowed thickly. Just how strong was Chuuya?

"H-hey," I started nervously, foolishly getting between the two men before they could start a fight. "We're after the same goal, right? Why don't we just... work together?" The fierce glares I got made me shrink. "O-o-or! Or not! That's fine! Just don't fight!"

"Bella is right... fighting is so beneath me," Dazai said wistfully and I sighed deeply.

"Dazai, I'm being serious. This man was my best friend's boyfriend. I want to find his killer too."

"Just stay out of it," Chuuya growled. "This has nothing to do with either of you. The Port Mafia will handle this."

"Let's make it a race then." Both Chuuya and I were dumbfounded as we looked at Dazai, waiting for him to continue. "A competition to see who figures this out, the ADA or the Port Mafia."

"Dazai... what the hell?" I asked in disbelief, Chuuya stepped closer to him.

"What's the prize?"

Dazai smirked, raising a bandaged hand and pointing right to me. "Our bella."

My jaw dropped. "You're fucking kidding me?"

"No," Dazai answered rather seriously. "I'm not."

Chuuya is strangely quiet, his unreadable eyes now trained on me. I fidgeted under his gaze, looking away to find Dazai staring at me all the same. I shivered. I hated this; hated being part of such a stupid competition as a prize, and I hated that I fucking loved it. I screwed my eyes shut.

"Deal," Chuuya finally said and I gasped when I felt his familiar leather clad fingers cup my face, him moving my head to make me look at him. "Gotta say, I didn't expect to see you again, but I'm glad our paths have crossed a second time." I became extremely flustered and Chuuya smirked. "Tell me, Dazai. What was it like having my sloppy seconds?"

I gasped sharply with Dazai only laughing darkly, suddenly feeling his presence behind me. "Can't say it was too bad..." he answered and I just completely clocked out, breath hitching as I felt a bit embarrassed. And turned on. They knew exactly what to say to get me riled up.

"Okay, I'm leaving! It's late and I still haven't eaten dinner yet! Bye!" I was frantic trying to rush away from them as fast as I could. I didn't even turn back when Dazai called after me.

"See you tomorrow, bella!" Dazai chuckled softly, watching me disappear, hands stuffed in his pockets.

"A race? Really?" Chuuya asked incredulously, eyes piercing as he stared at his old partner.

"It will just make this all the more fun," Dazai hummed.

"You're a bastard," Chuuya scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Just stay out of my way. Taichi getting himself killed just ruined the investigation we had on him."

"Oh?" Dazai raised his eyebrows, amused. "Was he being a naughty boy?"

"Shut the fuck up, Dazai."

-End

I have this headcanon that Dazai and Chuuya definitely stole each other's girls and even shared them and had threesomes when they were partners and ya'll CANNOT tell me otherwise.

[tuiccim]

Terrigenisis (Part 5)

Pairing: Avengers X Inhuman!Reader

Words: 4852

Summary: After undergoing terrigenisis unwillingly your life is turned upside down when you are deemed too dangerous to return to life as a civilian. You are put with the Avengers team to train and rebuild. As you hone your powers and skills, you must also decide if you can find home and love again. Or is your curse to be a lonely wanderer forever?

Part 1  / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

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That afternoon you find Steve and Bucky in the kitchen when you go to get a snack. 

"Hey guys. What are you up to?" You smile at the two..

"Nothing really." Bucky says. 

"Got any big plans?" You ask.

"Just planning on working on our bikes." Steve says.

"That reminds me. I was thinking the other day that I would love to do some cruising. Can I borrow one of your motorcycles?" You look at both the supersoldiers being sure to keep your expression benign. 

Steve and Bucky exchange a look. 

"Uhhh…"

"You see…" They spoke at the same time. 

"There's kind of a, uh…"

"Code."

"Code! With motorcycles."

"Right. Ya know, rules."

"Like you don't sit on someone else's bike unless they give the okay."

"And… and… Bikes are sort of, uh…"

"Sacrosanct."

"Right! You know, like, really personal and, and…"

"It's not something you let people borrow, ya know?"

"Yeah! Not… not that we don't trust you."

"Right. Total trust, but bikes…"

You interject, "Are sacrosanct?" 

"Right." They both look at you with near panic written across their faces. 

You start giggling, "That was the funniest thing I have ever seen you two do. That was some vaudeville crap. FRIDAY, did you get that on record?"

"Yes, Ms. (L/N)." FRIDAY responds.

"Send the video to my phone, please." You can barely get the words out between laughs.

"Transfer complete." FRIDAY responds.

Steve and Bucky are staring at you in bewilderment. You explain, "My dad was a biker. He and his coastie buddies. I just had to see how you'd react."

“Really?” Bucky deadpans. 

“Serious. They had a whole crew of weekend road warriors. All in love with their bikes.” You grin.

“And what are your plans with that video?” Steve asks. 

“To keep it forever for my viewing pleasure. And maybe show Natasha and Wanda.” You smirk.

“FRIDAY,” Steve starts to say and as quickly as you can you begin to send the video to Nat and Wanda in hopes of disseminating it before whatever Steve was about to do. "Erase that video and delete it from her phone."

"Voice authorization required." As Friday speaks, you engage a firewall you programmed on your phone. Time to find out if you could compete with Tony when it comes to hacking.

"Rogers, Steven Grant." Cap looks at you with a smirk. 

"Video removed from all Stark systems. Unable to access Ms. (L/N)'s phone." FRIDAY says.

"Sorry, Cap." You smirk at Steve. Carefully, you pick up your phone and, deciding your pockets are too easily accessed, you pull the collar of your shirt out and slide the phone into your bra. 

"Why can't FRIDAY access your phone?" Bucky asks.

"I might have programmed a firewall onto it, ya know, just in case." You begin to slowly move towards the elevator. You are trying not to giggle as you feel your phone ding repeatedly. Wanda and Nat got the video.

Steve and Bucky exchange a look and when Steve gives a curt nod, they both advance on you. "Give me your phone." Steve says.

"Nope." You tuck tail and run, but of course you don't get far before a metal arm wraps around your waist and picks you up off the ground. You struggle for a moment but then decide to use a different tact. Bucky sets you down and takes hold of you by the upper arms. Steve stands in front of you in a full authoritative captain pose. 

"Give me the phone." Steve repeats.

Straining against Bucky's grip, you push your chest out. You look up at Steve with doe eyes and say, "It's right there." Before glancing down at your chest and looking back up at him. Unfortunately, you can't hide your smirk as Steve glances from your face to your chest several times. "What's the matter, Cap? I thought you wanted my phone." 

After a few more seconds of Steve's indecision, you're pulled back against Bucky and he wraps his arm around you, pinning your arms to your sides. "Steve's too much of a gentleman, Doll." Bucky says in your ear as his hand slides along your collarbone to the collar of your shirt and pauses. You look up to Bucky with eyes wide. "Don't worry. I won't take any liberties." Bucky smirks.

"You don't think putting your hand down my shirt and in my bra is a liberty? I do believe there are some strict sexual harassment guidelines for both Stark Industries and SHIELD that would beg to differ. Besides, judging from the amount of dings on my phone, Natasha and Wanda have already seen the video." You grin up at him. 

"Clever little minx." Bucky grouses.

"Wanna know what they're saying?" You look at Steve.��

"Let her go." Steve says in a defeated tone but he has a small smile on his face.

Bucky let's go of your arms but his hand remains at your collar. You trail a hand along his arm and slip it past his hand to retrieve your phone and open your messages. Bucky backs a few steps from you and you wink at him. 

Nat: That was classic! 🤣

Wanda: They looked like they were gonna have a heart attack!😂☠️

Nat: They were stumbling over themselves to keep your hands off their 🏍️!

Wanda: They couldn't just offer to take you for a ride? They had to defend the thought of someone touching their bikes! 😂

Nat: I'm sure neither of them would mind taking her for a ride. 😜

Wanda: Nat! 😂

Nat: You know I'm right.

"They say you guys looked like you were gonna have a heart attack at the thought of someone else touching your bike." You grin, deciding to leave out the second half of the conversation. 

"What else did they say?" Steve narrows his eyes at you.

"That you could have at least offered to take me on a ride." You smile as you look between the two.

"I'll take you out on my bike, Doll." Bucky smiles at you.

"It's been a while since we just took the bikes for a ride." Steve says. "We should take an afternoon to go cruising like you suggested."

"I'd love that." You clap your hands  and grin looking between the two. They chuckle at your enthusiasm. 

“Tomorrow afternoon?” Steve says.

“How about after training in the morning? I’ll pack a picnic.” You smile at them both.

“I’m game.” Bucky looks to Steve. 

“Sounds good, sweetheart.” Steve grins at you. 

“Should we invite any of the rest of the team?”

A look passes between Steve and Bucky before Bucky answers, “Nah, let’s just keep it the three of us. Clint is headed to the farm, the couples won’t mind some alone time, and Sam is headed to DC for some meetings.”

“Okay. I’ll see you guys later, then.” You head to your room. Finally, something to do besides train and missions. You can’t wait.

That evening you, Nat, and Wanda are sitting in your room, rewatching the video of Steve and Bucky and giggling. You get around to telling them about your plans with the guys the next day. 

“Wait, you are going on a date with both of them?” Wanda exclaims. 

“What? No! It’s not a date. We are just going out for a ride on their bikes.” You say. 

“Alone? With just Steve and Bucky?” Nat says. 

“Yeah. They’re my friends.” You defend. 

“But you know Bucky has a thing for you.” Wanda says. 

“How do we know that?” Nat looks between the two of you. 

“Game night. That kiss?” Wanda says emphatically.

“It was just a kiss! It didn't mean anything." You say.

“Ohhhhh, no. Wanda is right. Bucky does have a thing for you.” Nat says. 

“Oh, please, he does not. I’m the only available female living on the compound. That's the only reason you two want to pair me up with him so bad.” You roll your eyes. 

“Oh, please, yourself! You’re beautiful, funny, smart! How could they not be interested?” Wanda states. 

“And how can you blame us for enjoying the free entertainment. Plus I happen to know Steve has a thing for you, too.” Natasha smirks. 

“No, he doesn't! Stop.” You look at Nat in horror.

“Why else would he call you Doll all the time? Don't you like Steve?” Natasha looks at you. 

“I'm his friend. It's just a nickname. Of course, I do. He’s a sweetheart. I think you two are reading way too much into my friendship with them. I just, I mean, even if they were interested, I’m just me. They’re Captain frickin’ America and the Winter Soldier! Why would they ever think like that?” You put your head in your hands. It was frustrating you couldn't just tell them that Steve and Bucky are together. It would stop all of this nonsense.

Wanda laughs, “You mean they’re gorgeous, have incredible abilities, are sweet and kind and fun, right?”

“Yeah.” You say. 

“She just described you. You are gorgeous, have incredible abilities, and a sweet, funny personality. You guys are perfect for each other.” Nat smirks.

“Guys, please, please stop. It's just not like that with them. We're friends and that's it. Okay?” You scoff at their knowing looks. “I’m gonna go to bed. I’ll see you guys later.”

“Night.” 

“Sleep tight.”

Their giggles trail behind you as you head to your room. As you get close to your door, you can hear Steve and Bucky in Steve’s room. You aren’t trying to eavesdrop but your hearing ability makes it difficult not to overhear conversations.

“I just don’t know if this is gonna work out, Stevie.” Bucky grouses. 

"All we can do is ask. We trust her, right?" Steve says.

“Yeah.” Bucky says.

Your brows furrow at the comment and your mind runs amuck for a moment before shaking away your thoughts. You hurry past, putting your earbuds in to avoid hearing any more, and slip into your room quietly. 

Training the next morning flew by in your excitement. Afterwards, you hit the shower, change into motorcycle ride appropriate gear, and go to the kitchen to put together the picnic. Bucky and Steve come in just as you are finishing packing the little cooler. 

"You look great." Steve says. "The boots are a good choice."

"Thanks. You guys ready?" You can't hold in your excitement and are grinning like a fool. 

"Yeah. I'll get the cooler, Doll." Bucky offers returning your smile.

When you get to the garage, Bucky sets the cooler on the back of Steve's bike much to Steve's annoyance.

"Really, Buck?" He grouses. 

"I carried it down. Only fair, right?" Bucky elbows him. 

"Yeah, thanks. I get a hard cooler in the back and you get the beautiful dame." Steve throws an elbow back at Bucky and then stiffens, turning to look at you. 

You laugh and wink at him. "Tell ya what, I'll ride back with you and Bucky can have the empty cooler." You look at Bucky, "Only fair, right?"

"Right, Doll." Bucky chuckles. He hands you a helmet and you climb on the bike behind him. You'd be lying if you didn't admit that your body reacted to the closeness of his, the intimacy of holding on to him, and the vibrations of the bike. You cruise out and the wind whips around you. 

Steve and Bucky speed ahead of each other alternatively. You hear Bucky laughing. You grin over at Steve who is laughing at their escapades. He looks so happy and carefree as you head into the middle of nowhere. You rarely see any other cars and the scenery is beautiful as you speed down winding roads.

“This is great!” You hollar over the rumble of the engine. Bucky revs in response and you squeal. You can feel Bucky’s body rumbling with laughter. You wish you could see his face. 

Nearly an hour and a half later, Steve slows and veers into the woods with Bucky close behind. They slow down and you can’t tell if they are following a path or not. They are carefully weaving through trees and undergrowth until you reach a small clearing under a huge oak tree. 

Steve stops and turns to you and Bucky, “What do you think? Good for a picnic?”

“I think it’s perfect!” You say, already getting off the bike. The guys grin at each other and turn their bikes off. Steve retrieves the cooler and Bucky pulls a blanket out of his saddlebag. You spread the blanket under the branches of the oak tree and pull all the food out. 

“This looks delicious.” Steve says as he tucks into one of the hearty sandwiches you had made him. Fruit, cheese, crackers, hummus, and some bottles of water and soda round out the menu. 

“Hopefully, it tastes delicious, too.” You laugh and Steve nods while chewing. 

Bucky looks over at you after swallowing his bite of sandwich, “Thanks for making the food. It is delicious.” 

He mugs a face at Steve and you giggle as Steve says, “Jerk.”

“Punk.” Bucky replies. 

“Goofballs.” You pipe in. They both snap their heads to you and you shrink into yourself a little feeling like you’d interfered in their playful banter. “Sorry.”

“Goofballs? That’s the best you can do?” Bucky throws a grape at you. 

“Asshats.” You throw the grape back. 

“Ohhh! Okay, that’s better.” Bucky laughs. Steve grins and shakes his head. 

“What was it like growing up in the Coast Guard?” Steve asks.

“A lot of moving. My dad was stationed in Mobile, Alabama when I was born until I was 4, then Boston until second grade, Northern California for 4 years, Alaska for two, back to Mobile through high school. My dad was sent back to California then and I went to college in Louisiana. It was interesting because I got to live in different places with different cultures. It’s hard with friends. I still have my best friend from high school I keep in touch with. Most of the others faded away. My dad was great. He did everything he could to be a good dad.” You shrug. “What was it like growing up when you did?”

“Way different.” Steve laughs.

“You don’t have to put newspaper in your shoes anymore.” Bucky chuckles. 

“No Penicillin. Food wasn’t as good. Fewer people you were connected with but closer connections.” Steve says.

“Yeah.” You say quietly, staring off. 

“Hey, doll, where’d you go?” Bucky says.

“Sorry.” You give a small smile. “Just, connections are hard. Especially when you don’t stay in one place for very long. I thought that part of my life was over and, here I am, right back in it.”

“What do you mean, sweetheart?” Steve says. 

“I moved so much as a kid. Lost friends and nowhere was really ever home. And then I thought it was over. Charlie and I built a life and made a home. And then… terrigenesis. And I’m in SHIELD and it starts all over again. Two months to close out my old life with an agent constantly looking over my shoulder cause I can’t go back, six months of bureaucracy and evaluations and therapy, six months with one team, then I get moved to the Avengers team, and I guess in some ways I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop. When am I gonna have to move again? Will I ever have a home again? Like I said before, limbo sucks.”

“You’re not going anywhere, doll. You’re stuck with us.” Bucky smiles sweetly at you. 

“Bucky’s right, sweetheart. You’re an Avenger. This is your team now. Your family.” Steve says. 

“Thanks. I hope you’re right.” You look between them before leaning back on your elbows and looking up at the branches of the oak tree. “This tree is amazing.”

“Beautiful.” Steve says, but when you look at him he’s looking at you not the tree. You mug a face at him. Looking back up at the branches you make a quick decision and begin unzipping your boots. You pull them and your socks off before walking under one of the lower branches. 

“Steve, give me a boost.” You turn to him and say. 

“You’re gonna climb the tree?” Steve asks as he gets up and walks over. 

“Yup.” You put your hands on his shoulders as he cups his hands for you to step up. You grab the branch and pull yourself up to it. You climb as far up as you can safely reach and looking down you can barely see Bucky or Steve who are staring up at you. 

You hear Bucky say, “I’m gonna take a walk.”

“She’ll be fine, Buck.” Steve tells him.

“Yeah.” Bucky keeps walking and you feel bad knowing he must hate heights from his past accident. You hadn’t thought about it before deciding to climb. You had just wanted the free feeling of being up high and maybe a minute to yourself. Your feelings were confusing you. Both Bucky and Steve treated you with respect and sweetness. It would be easy to fall for one of them and you reminded yourself often to not let your heart get ahead of your head. You take a few more moments sitting on the branch taking in the view and the freedom before moving back down. As you lower yourself from the bottom branch, you feel strong hands grip your waist. You let go and are gently lowered down.

“Have fun?” Steve asks, smiling down at you. 

“Yeah.” You smile back at him. He lifts a hand to your cheek and lowers his face closer to yours. “Steve!” You put your hand over his. “What are you doing?"

"I was trying to kiss you." He smiles at you.

"What about Bucky?" You ask.

Steve's brow furrows, "What do you mean?"

“I… I mean, I know about you and Bucky. Why would you try to kiss me?” You say.

“How do you know about me and Buck?” He asks. 

You give him a look. “I didn’t mean to overhear. But I can’t help it sometimes. I can’t keep headphones or earplugs in all the time.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He asks, calmly.

“I assumed you’d tell me when you were ready.” You shrug. “I didn’t want to force you into telling me something you weren’t ready to. Steve. Why did you try to kiss me?”

“Because he has feelings for you. We both do.” Bucky surprises you. You hadn’t heard him approach.

“What?” You look at him confused. 

“Let’s sit down, sweetheart. We want to talk to you about something.” Steve takes your hand and leads you back to the blanket. You sit down and put your socks and boots back on as Steve begins to explain. “You know our story. We were separated for 70 years and came out of it having lost pretty much everyone we ever cared about. We’re all we have left of our old life and…”

“And we don’t want to live separately.” Bucky picks up when Steve flounders. “We love each other and want to live our lives together. And when we realized we were both attracted to you. We hoped that you might be willing to be with us. Both of us.”

“Both… both of you?” You look between them. 

“Yes.” Steve fidgets nervously.

“Like, as a beard?” You ask. 

“No! Never. Like, as our girlfriend.” Bucky says.

“Girlfriend?” You say as you are trying to wrap your mind around this unexpected development. “As in a polyamorous relationship?”

“Right.” Steve says.

“How, how would it work?” You are intrigued by the idea. Immensely, if you are honest with yourself. You had felt attraction and emotion for both of them and felt like there was something there with each of them but this wasn’t how you expected this to turn out. 

“We would all be together. As equals. You’d be our girlfriend and we’d be your boyfriends.” Steve says. 

You nod slowly, “And you both want me?”

Bucky and Steve look at each other for a moment and smile. “Yes.”

“You haven’t noticed us flirting with you like crazy?” Bucky smirks. 

“I thought you were just being goofy with me. I mean, I thought you two were together and had no interest in me. Not like that.”

“Do you have more questions?” Steve asks.

“How, um, physical is your relationship?” You feel a bit like a creep for asking, but it would inform how things would work. 

“Fairly physical.” Steve says. 

“So, how would sex work?” You ask. 

A lightning quick look passes between them. Bucky grins, “Pleasurably.”

“Hopefully so, but what I mean is, will it be all three of us all the time?” You bite your lip.

“Yes. Unless one of us is on mission or away. It has to work every way for it to work, I think.” Steve says. 

“Say, you’re gone to a meeting and Bucky and I… ? Will that create tension, jealousy, anger?”

“Will it if it’s Bucky and I, while you are gone?” Steve turns the question around on you. 

A corner of your mouth goes up as you picture walking into the two cuddled up post-coital. You only feel caring when you consider your feelings and theirs. “I don’t think so. What about the team? Would we keep this a secret?”

“I’d like to keep it quiet until we’re sure if this will work out. I don’t want to cause tension in the team and it’s not the most conventional relationship. I think it would be a good idea for them to know you and Bucky are together. We'll work up to the rest.” Steve replies. 

"Is that what you want?" You look to Bucky.

"It's absolutely what I want. As long as it's with the two of you." Bucky says.

“Have you been in a relationship like this before?” You ask.

“No. This would be a first for us. We’ve both dated, but not since we decided that this is the way we wanted our relationship to be.” Steve says. 

"Are you sure you want me? I mean, why? Why me? Is it just that you're both attracted to me physically?" You ask.

"You're beautiful. There's no denying that, Doll." Bucky hooks some of your hair behind your ear. "But you're also smart and funny and loving. When Steve and I talked about this we knew that even if you turned us down you wouldn't judge us. Wouldn't spread it around for amusement." 

"We knew we could trust you. That's not easy. And you're amazing. Gracious. I don't know how anyone wouldn't want you." Steve says while taking your hand.

"So, is that a yes? Or a maybe?" Bucky asks, taking your other hand.

“Or you’ll think about it?” Steve’s looks at you with concern.

You look between the both of them, knowing there was only one answer. You pull their hands together so that you are holding their hands between both of yours. "If any of us are ever hurt by the others, we talk about it together. If one of us wants out, we talk about it together. Open communication, always. If you can both agree to that, then… then it's a yes."

"I can agree to that." Steve says, adding his other hand to the top of yours.

"Agreed." Bucky places his hand on top of Steve's. 

"Then it's a yes." You smile at them. 

"Does that mean I can kiss you now?" Steve asks.

"Hmm…" You smile and bite your lip before answering, "Yeah." You say grinning. Steve leans in and plants a gentle, sweet kiss on your lips. You smile once you separate and then turn to Bucky. "Does that mean I can kiss you now?" You say to him. 

"Hell, yeah." He says as he pulls you close. His kiss is firm but still sweet. 

"And one last kiss to seal the pact." You look between the two of them. They grin at each other and lean in for a kiss. You smile at them as they part and look at you. "Okay. Well, I still want to finish our ride and we have several hours of daylight left."

You pack up all traces of your picnic and Steve places the cooler on the back of Bucky's bike with a smirk. Bucky growls at him but doesn't protest.

"Did you just growl?" You grin up at Bucky.

"He's robbing me of the pleasure of having you against me." Bucky chuckles. You reach up and pull him down for a kiss, opening your mouth to invite his tongue in, which he takes full advantage of as he presses you to him. After a minute, you pull away. "Hope that makes up for it just a little bit." You smirk at him as you get on the bike behind Steve.

"That was hot." Steve says as he starts up his bike. 

You wrap your arms around him and squeeze. "Don't worry. There's more where that came from." You laugh.

"God, I hope so." You hear Bucky say. 

You're still giggling as you jounce back towards the main road. The guys weave around each other, rev their engines, and you exchange grins with Bucky and an occasional comment with Steve. Almost two hours later, Steve pulls into a gas station. He parks the bike next to the pump and you get off the bike and stretch. “I’m going to find the ladies room.”

“Okay.” He smiles as he watches you walk away. 

“You staring hard enough at her ass?” Bucky quips from behind. 

“You weren’t doing the exact same thing?” Steve smirks. 

“Maybe.” Bucky chuckles as he pumps gas. 

Steve finishes pumping his gas, “Hey Buck, you want a drink or anything?”

“Yeah, that’d be great.” Bucky says. As soon as Steve disappears into the store, Bucky takes the cooler from his bike and moves it to Steve’s. 

He turns when he hears you bark out a laugh. “That was slick, Bucky.” 

“Thanks, doll. It’s my turn again, right? Only fair.” He grins. 

“Bucky!” You both turn to see Steve’s scowl. “Really?” He hands you and Bucky both a drink. 

“Thank you.” You say to Steve. You pull him to you and slide your arms around his neck. He takes no preamble and kisses you deeply. He leaves you nearly breathless by the time he pulls back. 

“Worth it.” Steve says as he grins at Bucky. 

You giggle and swat his butt as he walks back to his bike. “Time to head back?” You ask as you climb on Bucky’s bike behind him. 

Steve and Bucky exchange looks. “A little further.” Bucky says. 

“Yeah.” Steve agrees and starts his bike up. 

About 45 minutes later, they turn off onto a small side road, and then onto a long gravel drive. They pull up to a cabin surrounded by woods with a creek running to the west of it. They switch their engines off before turning to each other and then to you. You feel butterflies begin in your stomach, “Who’s cabin is this?” You ask as you get off Bucky’s bike. 

“It’s one of Tony’s many properties.” Steve says. 

You begin to tremble. Not out of fear but nervousness. You knew from your conversation earlier today that sex was inevitable, but looking at the cabin behind Steve you understood the expectation. You weren’t sure if you were quite ready for that step. “Uh-huh. And what are we doing here?”

“I guess that depends on you, sweetheart.” Steve looks at you nervously. 

You wrap your arms around yourself and look at Bucky with a raised eyebrow wanting his input. He takes in your demeanor and immediately feels empathy for your discomfort. “Nothing you don’t want to do, doll. We can stay the night here doing whatever you are comfortable with or turn around and go back. No pressure. No expectations.”

“I’m pretty sure something like this always comes with expectations.” You say looking between the two. 

“There might be some hope but no expectations. Promise.” Steve puts his hands on your waist and looks at you earnestly. “Nothing will happen that you don’t want.”

You run through your thoughts for a minute looking into Steve’s eyes and then smile, “Seal it with a kiss.” Steve grins as he pulls you in for a kiss. Once he lets you go you face Bucky and look at him expectantly. He smiles and kisses you, too.

“I like the idea behind this.” You look at the cabin.

“What do you mean? Steve says.

“Having our first night together alone. Without prying eyes and ears. Outside the compound. It feels like a lot less pressure.” You smile. 

“I was worried it might scare you.” Bucky says. “Taking you to the middle of nowhere without telling you. We’re serious. No pressure.”

“I’m not scared. I could never be scared of either of you. Just nervous.” You say. “Now, show me this cabin.” 

Steve enters the code on the lock and holds open the door to the well appointed cabin for you.

Part 6

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[withoneheadlight]

i saw your additions on the tswift post abt billy being a dolly fan which is so accurate and true. i always hc that billy’s mom was actually born in the south and moved to cali to be an actress or singer or something but then met neil and well you know. but billy grew up listening to dolly bc that would have been the time she was getting popular. i also agree that billy would definitely be inspired by her aesthetic and just her general messaging to be yourself and fuck everyone else 😄

Heyyy! 💖💖💖💖💖

Ohhhhh, yes!!! That’s such an amazing headcanon! And it’s so easy to imagine Billy’s mom singing Dolly’s songs to him when he was little. Softly at night, while caressing his hair in bed, soothing him into sleep. Dancing together in the kitchen, his mom taking him by the hands and spinning him around. The casserole slowly cooking on the stove and they both red-faced and giggling on those easy days when work kept Neil away from home so there was still some space left they could fill in with happiness.

And, I imagine his mother wouldn’t dress like Dolly but maybe she would kind of— wish, she could? Tease her hair a little bigger, wear her heels a little higher. Raise the hem of her skirt an inch (or two). Red lips and a fake beauty mark up the side of her lips but. She didn’t dare. Not anymore. Only twenty-five and staring at Dolly on the TV screen with her eyes full of ‘might have been’s saying ‘See that, baby? That’s what mom wanted to be’ and.

That’s how Billy imagines her, now. Shredding a tiny part of her old skin every day since she left and becoming the kind of star you can’t stop looking at ‘till has blinded you and he kind of— he doesn’t even realize, at first, what he’s doing. But he starts to style his curls a little tighter and left the buttons of his shirts unmade. Where her mother couldn’t, he starts to repaint himself into the image of a rebellion. Everything so he wouldn’t be reflected on his father's. Dangling earrings, miles of leather, cheeky jeans, bad intentions and— He doesn’t like girls, not really, but he likes looking at them and knowing, how much effort it took them too, to look that cheap. Likes to look at them knowing, that it’s not just him, that they all are diamonds on a rhinestone world. That they cut like nothing else, with the beauty of their sharp edges.

And that’s basically the reason why he paints his lips in the shape of his own heart and kisses it into Steve Harrington’s lips hard enough to stain them.

The last of Tina’s parties. Graduates saying their last goodbyes while ‘If you ain’t got love’ was playing. Steve gave him a once-over and a smirk and called him ‘Doll’. Put two fingers on his chest and said it “Just one closed button left, doll. Feels tempting” so Billy dragged him to the darkness of the backyard and left his lips so thoroughly kissed they looked lipstick-red when they parted for breath, Steve’s fingers still tangled on his hairspray-curls and saying “I knew that’s how you’d kiss me” looking at Billy with that something in his eyes, like Billy had just sliced his chest open. Like he really, really liked what he was seeing and,

He did. Steve. Really liked him. Fell in love with the flashy and trashy the too much and the too little and with everything, everything Billy had been hiding underneath. Made Billy feel at peace with the things about himself (about her) Neil never allowed. Made him shred a lifetime of war.

Let Billy be himself on purpose and then, loved him like that.

~

Ok I got CARRIED AWAY but I’ve been dying to talk about this since s3 aired and saw. This:

Look at those crunchy curls and those filled-in brows and c’mon he’s so wearing copper eyeshadow akdhauhduahduad. He’s so flayed and frayed but, with style. And he does have that southern vibe and looks like, so country and so, carefully put together while TRASHY AF, and I just love how cheap he is and I’m so sure that when Dolly talked about “‘This woman that used to walk the streets had all this makeup and hair, high heel shoes. I thought she was so beautiful. And everybody used to say, ‘Oh, she ain’t nothin’ but trash.’ And I used to say, ‘Well that’s what I’m gonna be when I grow up—trash!’ And that’s kinda how I look. But I like to think I’m a little more than that’” Billy was somewhere nodding and also, that Steve was nodding too, to that last part.

Thank you so much for asking me this 💞💞💞💞💞😘😘😘😘😘 and yay! I'm so happy somebody else sees it 💎💎💎

[jeontaehui]

TAEHEE’S 100 QUESTIONS AND 100 ANSWERS

“hello, everyone! this is taehee and i’m about to do 100 questions and 100 answers!”

“ah! i’m aware that taeyeon unnie did this but,” taehee chuckles nervously, “i haven’t watched it so this is really a new thing for me.” she dramatically gasps in front of the camera, bringing a hand to her forehead as if she were an actress in theater.

taehee snorts when she realizes what she had just did, leaning forward to conceal her embarrassed giggles. she hears the staff laughing along with her, and she looks up, making eye contact with every one of them. “i really don’t know why i did that,” she straightens herself up before pressing the back of her hands to her cheeks feeling how warm they got from seconds ago. “i have absolutely no idea what came over me. i’m so sorry.”

“100 questions seem like a lot though,” she tilts her head to the side, sucking in air through her teeth as she squints at the computer screen. “i might end up talking a lot- i won’t bore you, will i?” taehee looks up at the staff again, her bottom lip unconsciously jutting into a subtle pout.

her face breaks into a grin as the production crew all answer ‘no’ at the same time. they absolutely adored her. “woah, i really like your reactions,” taehee giggles, “okay, let’s start!”

Q6. BLOOD TYPE

“blood type? my blood type is o.”

a small chuckle escapes the girl, “do you guys want to know something funny?” her right hand goes to fumble with the watch on her left, it was the one her mum gave her. “my dad loved to play around, and so when i was younger, i thought my blood type was z.”

you’d hear the staff burst into laughter before taehee did, bringing a hand to cover her loud ones. “seriously! i think it was in fifth grade where i knew that wasn’t real,” she reasons out, hands making vague movements in the air as she spoke. titters were still heard behind the camera, causing taehee to shake her head at them, arms stretching out to resume typing.

“i remember my dentist laughing at me.”

Q9. HAPPIEST MOMENT OF THE DAY

taehee beams, “when we have the day off, it’s usually mark that would wake up first. he’d wake me, then jungwoo hyung, then the rest will just follow and we’d all have breakfast.” 

“and even if we don’t like talk or anything, the mood’s like really calming and comforting,” she adds. “i mean that’s how i feel. so the happiest moment of my day is having breakfast with the members.” 

Q10. HOBBY

“being sexy,” taehee purses her lips and shifts her gaze towards the staff wearing amused smiles on their faces, some were trying to hide their chuckles at the girl’s openness. “why?” taehee asks in an accusing tone, brows furrowing together as she looks at them incredulously. she gasps, “you don’t think so?”

“okay, fine,” she shrugs, “being pretty.”

Q11. THING YOU’RE MOST UNSATISFIED ABOUT RIGHT NOW

taehee pouts, “not seeing czennies, of course! i miss seeing them already.”

Q15. IDEAL TYPE

all the confidence from minutes ago seem to disappear the moment she reads the next question, a shy giggle sounding from taehee. “why does it suddenly feel like i’m on a dating site,” she tilts her head to the side, running a hand through her hair before typing.

“tall,” she laughs. “is that enough or should i add more?” one of the people behind the camera shout a very enthusiastic, “one more!,” causing taehee to smile brightly at them. “i really like your guys’ reaction!” she tells them, “my members should be like you more.”

“okay, they have to like the food i like, right? then... someone who likes pizza.”

Q19. MALE CELEBRITIES YOU FIND HANDSOME

“male celebrities you find handsome- OH!,” taehee claps her hands in front of her, making jazz hands in the air in excitement for a bit before typing. 

“nam joohyuk, lee dongwook, park bogum,” a playful smirk spreads onto taehee’s lips, her shoulders bouncing as she types.

her eyes widen and she looks up, “they’re all single, right?”

her remark makes the production crew laugh once more, and a grin takes place on the girl’s face. “people might take it the wrong way! i’m just asking,” she brushes it off slyly, adding, “they’re all very handsome men.”

Q20. FEMALE CELEBRITIES YOU FIND PRETTY

“oh but there’s a lot though...” taehee seems to think for a moment before slowly moving her fingers across the keyboard. “emma watson.... my friend, lee naeun.... aespa’s winter....” she mumbles. “ah blackpink’s jennie unnie, she’s sexy,” and she finishes off with, “etc.”

she chuckles as she meets eyes with the staff. pumping her fist in the air, she cheers, “yes, i am very satisfied with my answers.”

“next question!”

Q21. ITEM YOU TREASURE

“i consider myself quite sentimental, so,” she types, “anything that my love ones give me.”

she raises her left wrist, twisting it to show off the vintage watch that she wore almost everyday, “i’ll be honest. i don’t like wearing watches, but my mum gave this to me like eight years ago? it reminds me of her so i wear it everyday.”

“and then this one,” she then tugs on the bracelet hiding beneath the watch, rolling the thread between her fingers, before letting it go. “this one was given to me by jaemin last year... around new years? i think.”

"the members give me stuff like these for gifts. i have a lot more at home,” she beams, “they’re in this little box on our dresser.”

Q31. ALCOHOL TOLERANCE

“i haven’t tested it but i know i can drink more than one bottle of soju,” taehee stops a smile from showing itself by biting her lip, prompting the producer to ask, “are you just saying that-”

“NO!,” she quickly protests. “i can definitely drink more than one. right? right, of course.” the production crew chuckled as she talked to herself, taehee’s dimples peeking out from the corners of her smile as she types, “more than one... for sure,” on the questionnaire. 

Q41. MEMORABLE MEMORY

“ohhh,” taehee hums. “we had this like, variety show. during the last episode, all 23 members were there and we were having fun even if we were just like eating and talking with each other. compared to the previous ones, we were all doing these fun activities and like an escape room? but i found the last one the most memorable to me.”

“at that time, i really felt like i was at home.” a small smile graces taehee’s features as she nods, “wasn’t that too cheesy? it’s sincere though.”

her eyes seem to scan the computer screen and she releases a short laugh, saying, “all my ‘happy’ answers have food in them. a way to a woman’s heart is through the stomach, truly.”

Q44. FAVORITE DANCE

“malhaebwa da eoseo da 'cause i'm not shy,” taehee dances in her seat, delivering a charming wink to the camera in the end.

“actually, all of itzy’s choreography is really nice. they’re so cool.”

“OH WAIT!!! chungha sunbaenim’s choreography is so beautiful too,” taehee gushes. “have you guys seen her choreography for ‘play’? watching it feels like a piece of art. she and the dancers pull them off so well!”

she then mumbles, “i was learning the choreography to ‘dream of you’ sometime after it came out. i’m a really big fan of her.” 

Q45. SONG YOU LISTEN TO MOST RECENTLY

“i’ve been listening to taylor swift’s old songs a lot recently, i can’t pick one of them,” taehee says. “i think she released a new song this month but i haven’t listened to it.”

“december’s the month where i always find myself drifting back to her,” she sighs dreamily, propping her chin on her right hand and looking at the camera with glazed eyes. “i really love taylor swift, i’ve been her fan even before debuting.”

Q46. WHAT DO YOU LOOK AT FIRST IN THE OPPOSITE SEX

“their eyes,” answered taehee, “a person’s eyes could tell a lot about the person, in my perspective. there’s like this feeling that you get when you look at them.”

“what’s the feeling that you get when you look at your members’ eyes?”

the girl snorts, tucking the loose strands of her hair behind her ear. “what i feel? i feel like they’re saying, ‘oh noona, you’re so cool. treat us to food some time.’”

taehee tsks, “haechan’s and jisung’s eyes speak the loudest.” 

Q49. WHEN BETRAYED BY THE ONE YOU LOVE 

“ohhhhh, this is interesting.” taehee smiles as she glances to the ceiling above them, thinking. “what would i do?”

tilting her head at the camera, she finally answers, “i’d let them go.”

“if they’re really sorry, then maybe i’d still let them in my life, but i don’t think i’d trust them the same way ever again,” she shook her head slightly, her serious tone was enough to send shivers down the spine of whoever had heard her. 

Q50. WHAT YOU WISH TO GIVE TO THE ONE YOU LOVE

“mmm, trust? i want to let them know that i trust them.”

taehee cards her fingers through her hair, sighing. “trust doesn’t like, only come into play to see where a person’s loyalties lie, but it can also be like, ‘do you trust me enough to confide in me? do you trust me enough to let me help you?’ i want to be able to give that kind of trust to the people i love.”

Q55. WHEN CHUBS IS THE CUTEST

taehee squeals, “i love this question!”

“chubs stays in our dorm sometimes, before she doesn’t get to spend that much time with us but now she can. so when i’m not in the dorms, mark and jungwoo hyung just watch her because she’s like really energetic and if you leave her alone, you just won’t know what she can do,” she laughs. “and then i come home and i’m really tired so i just jump in bed and lay down for a few moments, but chubs wants to play with me so she does whatever she can do to get me to sit up and play with her.”

“and then when she notices that i’m tired or something, she’s gonna stop and lay down near me or on my stomach, sometimes she’d pat me. i don’t know where she learned that but she does that,” she chuckles, and her voice tones down a pitch softer, eyes gazing off to the side as she toys with her necklace, “that’s when chubs is the cutest.” 

“i said too much, didn’t i?” taehee scrunches her nose at the camera, “i really love my dog.”

Q66. ARTIST YOU WANT TO HAVE A COLLABORATION WITH

“i don’t know if this can be considered but maybe something with ten hyung and taemin hyung,” she laughs. “like an sm station with the three of us, i think that’d be nice.”

Q80. MOST MEMORABLE BIRTHDAY PRESENT 

“honestly, it would be chubs,” a wide smile makes its way onto the girl’s face as she nods. “haechan was the one who gave her to me, so it’s technically ours, i guess.” 

“that’s when i felt my love for him overflow,” taehee proceeds to make gagging noises, disappearing under the table as if she were vomiting, only coming back up to jokingly ask for water. “let’s hope he doesn’t watch this.”

Q84. INTRODUCE YOUR PHONE CASE

“introduce your phone case, okay!”

taehee picks her phone up from the table and shows its back to the camera. it was a clear case patterned with cute drawings of different kinds of dinosaurs in shades of green and blue. 

“it’s a dinosaur phone case. we had a video call fansign event a few months back, and one of my fans told me they call themselves dinozens,” she explains, chuckling, “but i guess jaemin knew that before me because he got this even earlier than that.”

she pointed to the picture that was stuck inside, adding, “this is the picture we took for the concert tickets. i kept some, see?”

Q85. IF YOU HAD TO CHOOSE BETWEEN LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP 

“friendship, of course!” taehee types. 

“if the person i dated ever hurt me,” she winces, twitching her head to the side before nodding, “let’s just say it won’t end well if they’re going to deal with yuta oppa after dealing with me.” 

Q86. IF THE EARTH DESTRUCTS TOMORROW 

taehee answers before typing, fingers tapping rhythmically on the table as she props her chin on her other hand, “i’d want to go home, then surf with my dad and my mom would watch us from the shore. she tried surfing but she doesn’t like it.”

“then i’d hangout with the members, eat miso soup, play with chubs,” she lists off, “tell the person i like that i love them.” the other people that were there with her bursts into laughter once again, taehee’s body shook with every one she tried to hold as she scrolls upwards, scanning the previous questions. “nam joohyuk, lee dongwook, park bogum,” she calls, her eyes playfully squinting towards the camera, “i love you.” 

Q95. WHAT I’D BECOME 20 YEARS LATER

“twenty years later? i’d be forty-two! woah,” taehee mumbles, “forty-two...”

“i’d still like to sing,” she nods. “i’m not sure if i could still dance by that time, i’ll try,” a giggle slips past her lips until she gasps, snapping her fingers, “i want a house!”

the crew laughs once again, this time at her innocence. “i’d have a house, then a car, and then there would be this space where chubs could play in. that’d be so nice.”

Q100. TODAY’S TMI

“we’re at the last question!” taehee cheers. she stands up and rolls her shoulders, smiling to the staff behind the camera as she stretches for a bit.

the girl goes back to her seat and hovers her fingers above the keyboard. “today’s tmi,” she reads, before sending a sweet smile towards the camera, “ah i woke up earlier than i usually do, so i went first and made 김치 볶음밥, with eggs, and then mark woke up and helped me, then we woke jungwoo hyung up.”

“yes, that’s how we had breakfast this morning.”

“so we finished answering 100 questions! YAYYY!” taehee cheers, her dimples poking out from the sides of her face. “i had so much fun answering this. it’d most definitely change the next time i do something similar but for now, these are my answers.”

she tucks her hair behind her ear and clasps her hands together, the bracelet on her wrist making its appearance again, “i think it’d be nice if the other members do this too; see how crazy we are,” she mumbles the last bit of her sentence, intentionally wanting that part to be heard. she raises her eyebrows cheekily and pursed her lips, shrugging. “i’m very sure i wrote nothing i would regret in the future so,” she raises both of her hands before her, waving them cutely, “this was 100 questions and 100 answers with me! bye bye!”

[shortythescreen]

Learned Skill

Summary: The reader has asked their partner, Bloodhound, to train them so they could compete in the Apex Games. When it proves to be more difficult than they originally thought, they get a little frustrated. Bloodhound is here to help. 

Pairing(s): Bloodhound/reader. 

Warning(s): NSFT/18+ under the cut. Gender neutral AFAB reader, AMAB Bloodhound. Bloodhound eats the booty at one point. Semi public/gym showers sex, though not a ton of emphasis placed on that. Some dom/sub undertones. Mentions of exercise being used as a punishment but it’s very brief and not spoken about in a negative way.

Author’s Note(s): A commission for the lovely @mika-aris! She has been so patient with me between work, school, and this, so what was ORIGINALLY supposed to be 2k wound up being nearly 3! She specified AFAB reader, so I got to talk about some clit action [insert eyes emojis here]. Anyway, she really seemed to like it and I hope y’all do too! 

The worst part about this whole thing is that you were the one that asked Bloodhound to train you.

The worst worst part is that you didn’t think it would be that hard. Sure, you knew that you weren’t the most athletic person in the world, that you would need to have some patience with yourself. But if Caustic, who you’ve seen eat a whole cheesecake when he thought no one else was looking, can do it, then why can’t you? If Octane can do it when he looks like a strong breeze could knock him over, then why can’t you?

Why can’t you?

You expected Bloodhound to beat your ass at every turn. They’ve been the Champion of the Arena more than once, have earned the title Apex Predator. You didn’t think you were going to knock them off their feet in one fell swoop. You didn’t think they would stare up at you with hearts in their eyes, amazed and impressed by your strength and beauty (even if you thought about it a few times). You’re not stupid.

You just. Fucking. Are having a hard time.

“Again,” says Bloodhound. You have no idea how the hell they’re wearing a cloth face mask. Sweat must be dotting their upper lip beneath it and their tinted goggles give you no hint to how they’re feeling. You stand at the opposite end of the boxing ring, panting, your hands on your knees. “Do you need a break, elskan?”

“No, no,” you grunt. “I’m good. I wanna get this.”

“The decision is yours.”

You wonder if they’re annoyed with you. You two have been running this same fucking sequence for four days. It’s really not that hard and you’ve understood every other drill before it. Hound insisted before showing you how to handle weapons, you needed to know your way around your fists.

The overseers make us find our weapons, they said, if you ever intend to compete, you will have to know how to survive with only your wits and your fists. Especially in the event you are paired with Octavio and he throws your squad into the hot zone.

Which, okay, cool. You were disappointed that you weren’t going to be able to spin a Wingman around your finger like Elliott did but you weren’t opposed to learning how to upper cut someone, or whatever. Last week, they taught you about your stance, about basic punches and kicks, how to block. Now, you were combining all of those things. Simple, right? Punch, punch, block, kick, block, punch. Simple.

Yet you can’t seem to get it right.

You fix yourself, putting your fists up, tucking your elbows in. You shift one of your feet in front of the other, your dominant foot forward. Hound copies you and if you weren’t so wound up, you would probably be distracted by the way the muscles of their shoulders contract.

You two circle one another and then you launch yourself forward. Easy. Simple. Punch, punch, block, kick, block-

“Keep your hands up.” Bloodhound says and, fuck, when did they drop? You punch but you’re thrown off, overthinking how high or low your fists are, and instead of hitting their block, you miss them entirely.

“Damn it,” you huff.

“That’s alright,” murmurs Hound, “try again. Remember, if your hands are not protecting your face, your opponent may take the opportunity to hit it. It’s very easy to be caught unaware if you have to deal with a broken nose.”

“Right,” you say, then drop back into position. You got this. Punch, punch, block-

“Fuck!” You hiss, your foot slapping the floor of the ring. It echoes, and echoes, and it probably wouldn’t be fucking echoing if you could just get through this sequence. You throw your hands up, your legs spread in an awkward squat. “I fucking! I just! I need a shower.”

You don’t spare your partner a backwards glance as you stomp to the edge of the ring. You dip under the stretched band, hopping down and hurrying towards the locker rooms, blinking back the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

You huff as you flop down onto a bench in front of the locker you stuffed your gym bag into. You’re yanking it out, digging through it to find your shampoo and conditioner. All you want to do is jump in one of the showers and rinse the grime off you and maybe forget what a fucking failure you are.

That’s harsh. You know it’s harsh. It’s so hard not to feel that way, though, when Bloodhound makes it look so easy. They move with such grace, such agility – they’re a warrior and you’re- you’re just-

You’re pulled from your thoughts when the bench creaks next to you. You look up briefly, seeing that Bloodhound has joined you. They’ve pulled their cloth face mask off, letting it rest on one of their ears as they stare at the lockers, their goggles on top of their head. Which means they can’t see shit. You turn back to your bag and the silence that follows feels stiff, rigid. Congested with the aggravation rolling off you in waves.

“Arthur taught me to hunt when I was a child,” says Bloodhound, breaking the silence. You pause, your fingers stilling in their relentless search. You don’t move, barely breathe.

“As a young one, mistakes seemed… Unimportant. I rarely wanted to understand the tracks of beasts for any other reason than to try and make friends with them.” Your lips twitch up. How adorable. “As a teenager, this changed. For many reasons. I did not want to disappoint my Uncle. At all things I have done, I have wanted to be the best. Though he might have been strict, and unrelenting, Arthur taught me one thing that I hold onto in the moments that I feel the competition within myself flare.”

You finally turn to face them, and you find their eyes on you. Their full lips are curved up at one corner, the softness of their copper colored eyes making your heart squeeze. “Rarely is battle something someone is naturally gifted in. It takes practice, discipline. Patience.”

You sigh heavily, sitting up, resting your hands on the edge of the bench. You press your lips to the side, in an ashamed little pucker. Your knee bounces but Hound doesn’t press, doesn’t force you to speak.

“You’re so… Good at this stuff,” you mutter, “and I want to be good at it too. For it to make sense for you to be with me.”

“Does it not now?” Bloodhound asks and their rough knuckles find the apple of your cheek, caressing the edge of it. You lean into their touch.

“You’re this amazing warrior. Four time Champion of the Arena. Apex predator. And I’m… squishy.” You say.

“You too can be an amazing warrior, beloved,” they say, “but please, do it for yourself. I would love you if you never chose to participate in the games or if you remained… squishy for the rest of our days.”

A laugh tumbles from your lips, unbidden. Bloodhound has the audacity to beam at you, clearly delighted they’ve made you laugh and with a sigh, you careen into them, your head finding their shoulder.

“Alright, okay.”

They loop an arm around your shoulder, resting their cheek on top of yours. “Once, when I kicked a rock in a fit of irritation, Arthur made me run the perimeter of our village three times.”

“Ouch. You gonna make me run, Hound?” They chuckle at your words, their gun calloused fingers blazing a trail down the length of your bicep before they gently grip your elbow, pulling your body firmly into their side.

“No. But I have another idea of how to make you sweat,” their voice lowers with dangerous promise and your breath hitches in your throat. “You meant to shower?”

“Yes.”

“Then go. And perhaps I will join you.”

Oh shit. Ohhhhh shit. The husk of their tone makes heat bolt through you, makes you squirm in your seat. They press a dry kiss to your temple, and you hop up, completely forgetting the shampoo and conditioner you had been digging for in favor of hurrying towards the showers.

You can barely focus on how good the hot spray feels. You don’t know how Hound cleared out the gym today, if they paid someone or just knew the Legends well enough to know they wouldn’t be here today. They did though and now they’re following your training up with fulfilling some of your naughty fantasies. Not that you’ve expressed to them that you’re interested in kind of public, kind of wet sex, but-

Rough hands find the swell of your hips and your breath stutters in your lungs. Shit. When did they even get in here? They waste no time, dragging you back, against their body as naked as your own.

“Do you think it yours to decide whether we have finished with our training, hm?” They whisper in your ear, the brush of their lips on the shell making a little tingle go down your spine. “Do you think yourself in charge, beloved?”

“No,” you say softly, shaking your head, only to tilt it to the side as their lips find the side of your throat, the juncture between it and your shoulder. “No, Bloodhound, I never meant-”

“Never. You never meant,” they nod against your shoulder, their curls sticking to your wet skin. “Oh, beloved, I understand. I do.”

They don’t. They walk you out from under the spray, pressing your front against the tile wall of the shower. Their hands that have been static on your hips move, gracefully migrating down to the tops of your thighs. They part them, nudging them apart and forcing your knees against the tile.

“But I cannot let you play at authority,” they growl out and the slow, steady roll of their hips against your ass lets you feel their cock, twitching and hard between your spread thighs. You gasp, pressing your forehead against the tile. “Keep your legs apart. Do not look back.”

You nod slowly, resting your hands on either side of your head. Hound shifts behind you and the delicious pressure of their dick disappears, much to your chagrin. They must sense this because they chuckle but before you can ask them what’s so funny, wriggle around, their hands grip your ass cheeks, spreading them apart.

Your breath hitches, whatever smart comment that you wanted to make dying on your tongue as your legs tremble. You have to fight the urge to close them, the feeling of being so exposed making you twitch in their hands. They let you sit like that, with your cheeks spread, your breath stuck in your throat like food that’s gone down the wrong pipe.

“Do you remember your safe word?” they ask, and you nod, eagerly. They blow cool air against your puckered asshole, and you shiver, knowing that the water must be hitting their back, knowing that their cock is bobbing between their legs. They say no more, their tongue finding home between the globes of your ass, and you squeak.

Their tongue is relentlessly, working against your tight hole. They flicker the tip against it, before dragging themselves all the way down until their tongue almost touches your cunt. The noise they make into your ass makes you squirm, but you know they have to see how wet you are, how much you want them. How much this is turning you on. They suck their way back up, pulling back to kiss each of your cheeks before their tongue flattens all the way into your ass.

“Hound,” you whine, desperation edging at your tone. They keep teasing you, their tongue flickering close to the wet edge where ass stops and your pussy begins, but they are not merciful. You find yourself panting, your breath joining the steam all around you both.

“Who do you belong to, elskan? Who decides when we are finished?” They ask, lowly. Before you can answer, their fingers find your wet lips and they slide two inside without warning. You absolutely wail at the stretch, at the way that once they have spoken, they attack your ass.

“Hound! You, you, shit, it’s you, please-” You plead, and you guess this must do it for them because they shoot to their feet. Their fingers don’t stop, curled inside of your cunt, fucking up hard and fast into you. You glance over your shoulder but instead of being reprimanded, their lips find yours, forceful tongue parting your lips to find yours as they seal their chest against your back. You squirm, your thighs trembling, aching, before you finally cum with a shout around their knuckles.

Your legs twitch and they barely move away, their breath mingling with yours. Their fingers slide out of you with an embarrassing squelch and you feel wet, sticky, but your clit still throbs when they push their cock between the seam of your pussy lips.

“Can you take me, elskan? Now that I’ve made you cum?” They ask, their soaked fingers creeping around to your front so they can massage your thick clit.

“Fuck, yes,” you whisper, and they grin at your eagerness, all hooded eyes and feral energy. The hand not toying with your clit finds your shoulder and they whip you around. That same hand slinks down and they hitch up your leg over their hip, kneeling just enough so that this time when they grind their hips up into you, their cock catches against your soaked hole.

They whisper your name and in a moment of tenderness, their lips find the apple of your cheek. You smile delicately, meeting their eyes. They give you a serene, sweet smile, before their cock sinks home into your cunt.

The pleasant stretch of them has you throwing your head back, your lower lip catching between your teeth.

“Look at me,” they murmur and it’s with great effort that you open your eyes. The second you meet their gaze they thrust into you hard, abrupt, hips smacking wetly into yours and you whimper. Your oversensitive walls are fluttering around them, squishy and soft from the way they made you cum earlier.

They don’t show you mercy, though, pounding into your wet cunt like they own it. They do, fucking Christ, you swear they do. Your fingernails dig into their muscular shoulders, your teeth weakly scraping across their throat and making them moan your name. They angle their hips just right, tilting in such a way that suddenly they slam into something hot, and deep, and it has you crying out as they groan.

“There,” they hiss. It’s not a question, not when they brutally thrust into your twitching cunt, so deep inside of you that you see stars. You suck hard at their neck, trying to fight back your noises, trying to make them feel as good as you do now. Their nails dig into the thigh they have hostage and to your surprise, they start talking.

Bloodhound isn’t normally a talker during sex, not unless you two are in scene. Giving orders, correcting you, calling you names. That’s usually what they reserve their filth for.

“You are more than worthy of me,” they almost whisper and you sob as they punctuate this with a sharp thrust, “you are the first thing I think about when I wake, the last thing I think about when I sleep. The love-”

They outright growl when your cunt flexes around them in tandem with your nails raking down their back and their hips stutter into yours. Their cock slowly grinds into you and you tremble in their arms.

“The love of my life,” they huff out, their voice deepening, thickening, “you’re mine, forever, I love you, I love you-”

They groan as their hips begin to stutter and clench and the twitch in their dick inside of you has you jerking, so, so close. Their fingers fondle your clit, haphazard, messy, and you whimper as you finally cum a second time around their throbbing cock. They twist their head to press against your ear, panting harshly, and you try to catch your breath too.

“I love you too,” you breathe.

They chuckle softly, squeezing your hip in their hand. Then they kiss your temple, eyes sliding shut as they relish in your warmth against their chill. The water behind you two has run cold by now and the parts of your hair that haven’t been under the spray are drying.

“We should clean ourselves.” They whisper.

“Or we could go again?” You offer and they growl out, sending a bolt of heat straight through you.

“That can be arranged, beloved.”

[bubbyleh]

cats and weredogs

read this chapter on ao3! check out the rest of this series on tumblr!

cats and weredogs Witches have familiars, right?

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Tommy likes hanging out in Darnold’s lab while he works. In fact, he loves it. Slow mornings with a warm cup of coffee in his hands, leaning against Darnold while he thumbs through his new books… it’s gotta be heaven. Silent and gentle, Tommy takes hold of his partner’s hand, giving it a light squeeze. The action draws Darnold away from his reading, and he offers Tommy a smile.

“Hey,” Darnold says. “I think I figured it out.”

“Figured- figured what out?”

“Well, lately my spells have been…” Darnold flicks the paper edges of his book. “Failing. But that’s normal, right? We all have slumps. There were a few accidental transmutations, too, but that still isn’t out of the ordinary. I thought I was just stressed.” He frowns. “Except…”

Tommy squeezes his hand again.

Darnold sighs. “Yesterday, when you were gone, I misfired. Bubby was a frog for an hour.”

“Oh,” Tommy realizes. “Is that why he was mad last night?”

He nods, covering his eyes with his hands as he speaks. “It was a curse, Tommy. I accidentally cursed one of our cryptmates!” He drags his hands down his face. “Luckily it was a true love’s kiss kinda cure, and Coomer was more than willing to help. But that could have gone so much worse.”

“But you fixed it,” Tommy insists. “It- it wasn’t so bad, then?”

“Tommy, I can’t just be out here throwing off curses on accident, especially ones I don’t know the parameters of!” Darnold’s grip on Tommy’s hand tightens. “It’s essentially a randomizer. That’s dangerous.”

Before Tommy can ask any more questions, though, Darnold turns the book, showing off the page he’s been reading. Though it’s accompanied by words, the first thing Tommy notices is a sketch of a cat.

“Luckily, the solution is easy,” Darnold explains. “It’s time I got a familiar.”

Tommy gasps. “We can get another pet!” He glances back at the drawing. “It doesn’t- does it have to be a cat?”

“Well,” Darnold taps his chin as he thinks. “I don’t think there’s an option? I’ve never heard of a familiar not being a cat.” He closes the book, putting it to the side, and frowns. “Is that alright?”

Oh shit. Ohhhhh fuck.

On one hand, Tommy knows it would probably be for the better. If Darnold can no longer control his magic without a familiar, then he really shouldn’t stand in the way of him getting one. Besides, he seems so excited about it! This would be his first time welcoming a pet into the family, since Tommy had Sunkist before he even met Darnold. Gosh, of course he wanted one of his own.

On the other hand. Cat.

“Yeah, it’s just, uh,” Tommy struggles. “I’ve never had a- a cat before.”

Luckily, that seems to convince Darnold. “Oh, don’t worry about it!” he assures them. “They’re honestly not that different from dogs, it’s a common misconception.” He squeezes his arm. “Besides, if it’s my familiar, then I’m sure it’ll love you.”

Tommy’s inclined to believe him.

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Unfortunately, Darnold was wrong. The cat fucking hates Tommy.

Her name is Crush, after both the soda and the fact that if she sits on you, she will be your cause of death. Seriously, Tommy might not know many Maine Coons, but he feels like they shouldn’t be anywhere near this big!

Darnold had practically forced Tommy to be present for the summoning ritual, which they were okay with. He had decided that he was going to at least try to get the cat on his side. Hell, he’d gone with Darnold to get all the cat supplies! He did so much research into taking care of cats, like good collars and what they can and can’t eat. Xe wanted to be her friend!

The first thing Crush did with her life was plop herself in Darnold’s lap and start purring as she rubbed her face into his chest. And just like that, he was enamored with her, rubbing her ears and cooing at her.

Then Tommy scooched over, and the second she laid eyes on him, she hissed. The only thing stopping Tommy from growling right back at her was the utter look of adoration in Darnold’s eyes.

At first, Tommy was actually okay with the fact Crush didn’t like him. He had Sunkist to keep him company. Besides, given her reaction to the rest of the cryptmates, it didn’t seem entirely personal.

Seriously, Joshua had been so excited to see a cat that he ran right up to her and ended up getting batted. No harm, considering he’s incorporeal, but it scared him.

Coomer got in her face without warning and he got slapped.

She stole Gordon’s finger.

Slowly, though, they all adjusted. Coomer and Josh started giving Crush space, and after a while of that, she finally came up to them on her own. She really enjoys when Joshua pets her, strangely, since he can’t touch her. Hell, Tommy even walks in on her snuggled up with Bubby, of all people, on the couch.

“You didn’t see this,” Bubby insists, Crush complaining as he shifts to sit up.

“I think I did,” Tommy says.

Crush made her way into all of their hearts. Though Darnold is still clearly her favorite, she lets everyone play with her, give her a few pets in passing… normal cat stuff. She seems to be perfectly content with her new family.

Well. Excluding one member.

Crush does not appreciate Tommy’s proximity to Darnold. If she sees Tommy even standing near his BOYFRIEND, she’s all hisses and screams. She throws a fit every time they try to sleep in the same bed as the partner they’ve had a MILLION times longer than this FELINE BASTARD has been ALIVE and he’s THIS CLOSE TO TEARING A PILLOW APART AND-

Okay. Maybe it’s a little too close to the full moon for him to be handling emotional issues.

†††

It’s a quiet day at the crypt, but the kind of quiet that thrums and buzzes. Everyone’s busy with their own tasks. Darnold’s holed up in his lab, and Gordon and a few others have taken Joshua out for a day on the town now that they can blend in. Gman is… wherever he disappears to, sometimes. Geez, Tommy might be a little too used to xir dad’s vanishing act.

But a little alone time isn’t a bad thing! A little bit of silence as one makes a sandwich is good for thinking, and boy, Tommy feels like xe’s got a lot of thinking to do.

He’s a few bites into what might be the best BLT of his life. Seriously, substituting regular bacon with turkey bacon? Greatest decision ever made. Delicious, fine cuisine, exquisite meal.

And it’s all interrupted by Crush, jumping onto the table. For once, she’s not immediately aggressive towards Tommy. Her tail swishes back and forth as she eyes their sandwich.

It’s an opportunity.

Tommy breaks off a little bit of the bread and places it in front of Crush. She’s confused at first, leaning down and sniffing the food in front of her. Then, her green eyes lock back onto the sandwich, and before Tommy can stop her, she snatches it in her mouth and runs off.

Tommy suddenly remembers the T in BLT. And the fact that small animals shouldn’t eat tomatoes.

He’s also hungry.

“Crush, no!” They chase after her. “Your dad is going to kill me!”

Xe’s gotta do something about this cat.

†††

Tommy gets to bed late. Darnold’s already in bed, Sunkist curled up against his legs. Crush has wedged herself into Darnold’s arms, and she’s awake and hissing the second Tommy tries to slip into bed. He rolls his eyes.

“Come on,” he whispers. “Just a bit of a- a break?”

Crush only stands, shrugging Darnold’s arms off her. This is enough to wake him, as he blearily opens his eyes.

Tommy sighs. “Seriously?”

“Crush.” Darnold places a hand on her head, and she turns to look at him. “Give it a rest.” He loops his hands under her forelegs and holds her up. “He likes you, you know.” Gently, he moves her to the bottom of the bed. He’s quick to pull Tommy into bed, pressing a kiss onto xir cheek.

“Can you get a new one?” Tommy jokes, feeling bad.

“She can’t hate you forever,” Darnold mumbles, drifting back to sleep. “At least, I hope.”

Tommy glances towards the foot of the bed. Even in the dark, he can tell Crush is staring right at him.

†††

In the daylight (or rather, the daytime, since they don’t get much natural light underground), Crush seems to be keeping her distance from Tommy. She sticks close to Darnold throughout the day, following him as he walks from one place to another. Whenever she catches sight of Tommy, she looks right at him. He’s not sure what to think about this sudden change.

Around noon, Tommy’s reading a book, sitting with his legs crossed on his bed. He barely notices the door creak open, since, well, he’s used to it. Maybe Sunkist forced her way through, or vibrations around the crypt nudged it open. He only realizes something’s wrong when a large, feline figure jumps onto the other end of the bed.

Tommy closes his book. “Crush,” they greet her.

Crush watches him, almost like she’s seeing him for the first time. There’s a moment where nothing happens, as Tommy begins to consider whether he accidentally entered a staring contest with the cat. Then, slowly, she approaches him and nuzzles into his leg.

“Oh,” Tommy realizes. “You finally, uh… finally like me.” He rubs her ear. “Didn’t like the- the wolf smell, huh?”

Crush only offers a “mrrp!” in response.

[the-iron-orchid]

BOOK II: THE HIGH PRIESTESS

Chapter 2: The Palace (~2380 words)

Warnings: mild innuendo

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I climb the steps that lead out of the market area, where I spy a fortune-teller’s booth nestled in a shaded corner, well out of the summer sun. It instantly brings me back to the days when Asra would go out and set up such a thing himself, before we set up the back room (once used for storage) instead. He was the one who dressed it all up with tasseled scarves and lengths of colorful fabric, carefully painting golden stars on the heavy curtain he acquired from only the Arcana know where.

A wave of sudden dizziness comes over me, my vision swimming. Something plays itself out inside my head, as if upon a stage of my mind’s eye.

Asra sits on his heels, the way I’ve seen him do so many times… but his hair is longer, his face just a fraction rounder. He looks up at me with a mischievous little curl of his lip. “Would you like a love reading? They’re very popular.”

My own voice is in my ears… but it is different. There is a slight but distinct Prakran accent, and the words are delivered in a teasing tone. “Oh? Do I seem like someone who needs a love reading?”

“You’ve got me there.” Asra grins before lowering his eyes in a way that is almost coquettish. “Did you enjoy the Masquerade? I did. Very much.” This last is delivered in a soft, husky tone that I have never heard from him before.

Or have I?

I hear myself give a low chuckle, and I see my own hand, decorated with henna and ringed in silver, as it reaches out to very gently lift his chin. He gives me a certain look from under his pale eyelashes, one that is unmistakable even to one of my nonexistent experience. (That I know of.) “Oh, yes. It was very diverting.”

What?

Blinking in the sunlight, reality returns around me, leaving me momentarily disoriented. What on earth was that? A vision? A dream? A fantasy? A memory? A sharp pain lances through my skull, and I hiss in my breath.

And then a sudden collision sends me stumbling forward. I barely manage to keep from losing my footing on the steps, and the stranger who has collided with me loses hold of the basket balanced on their hip, sending pomegranates rolling everywhere.

“Ohhhhh, great! Like I’m not already running behind…” comes their dismayed voice.

As I regain myself, shaking my head experimentally, I realize that the dizziness and the pain have gone, as suddenly as they came.

I crouch down to help them gather the scattered fruit, murmuring an apology for mooning about like that. The stranger assures me that it was their fault for not looking where they were going, too busy juggling their own errands.

I spot the final pomegranate directly in the path of a cart-horse, and with a thought I send my mage hand out to safely retrieve it. This seems to delight the red-headed stranger, their blue eyes sparkling. They thank me once more, apologizing again for bumping into me. At least the pomegranates have largely survived the ordeal intact.

The stranger extends a hand to me, and I take it. Their palm is rough and calloused against mine, the hand of one who works very hard with them.

“Probably shouldn’t do this, but…” A shiny pomegranate is offered to me. The fruits are splendid, large and ruby-red in color, the size of my two fists held together. This time of year, they must be imported or grown with the assistance of magic - definitely costly. When I accept, the stranger smiles warmly at me.

But just as they are about to take their leave, they seem to notice something - eyes first narrowing, then going wide as they peer at me more closely. “Wait, wait, wait! I know you!”

I can only blink at them, finding that I am at a disadvantage. Is this someone from my past, forgotten? Panic blossoms in my chest, but I try to let it slip aside, visualize it draining away. Such strong feelings can lead to my magic manifesting, or to the severe headaches that once plagued me regularly. Neither is desirable.

“You’re the magician! Jinana, right? Countess Nadia said we were expecting you.” Before I can wonder about this we, they continue. “It’s the hair, you see. Kind of gives you away. And, you know, the magic.” She grins. “You can call me Portia. I’m milady’s head servant at the Palace.”

My body relaxes, my heart slowing itself back down. The name of ‘Portia’ is vaguely familiar to me, possibly overheard via Marketplace gossip. (It is, after all, the one thing traded more than coin.) And of course, these fine pomegranates were no doubt grown especially for the Palace.

Portia informs me that this was a lucky meeting, as she knows the quickest way to get there. It’s well that she does, as even with her guidance it’s a long walk. Along the way, I open the pomegranate - with the use of my magic, it splits itself open in my hand like a flower, the sections falling neatly apart to be shared. This little trick utterly captivates Portia, who asks if I can teach her any of my magical tricks - if that’s even possible.

“It’s like anything else,” I tell her. “Some of us are born with natural talent… but almost anyone can perform some magic, with the right training.” Her eyes glimmer with mischievous glee.

“Ooh, then I’m going to have to make the time to learn!” she says. “Do you think I could learn to read the cards, too?”

“Divination does depend a little more on natural talent. But it’s not impossible.”

“Hmmm, maybe I’ll leave that one to the experts, then.” It doesn’t seem to put her out at all.

Portia is effervescently cheerful, and her company makes the trip go by much faster than it might have had I been alone. She is so easy to talk to, about everything from what it’s like to run a magic shop, to which sort of bugs indicate a healthy garden. By the time the Palace gates come into view, I feel like I’ve made a friend.

My legs, however, feel like they’re about to fall off - as I have said, I rarely leave the Center City area, and never farther than the Heart District, where Heron’s shop is. The elevation rises sharply from the Center City to where the Palace stands, overlooking it all. But Portia seems to have as much energy as ever; no doubt she makes this trek regularly. Her sturdy frame speaks of strength and health - next to her, I feel a bit like that seedling on my rooftop, struggling weakly in its mug of dirt under the sun.

Noticing that I am lagging behind, she pauses for a brief rest. We sit upon a low wall along the street, its bricks quite warm from the day’s sun. There is very little foot traffic up here, compared to the city below. Once in a while, a carriage rolls by on the smoothly-paved road.

“I’m really glad you’re here, Jinana,” Portia tells me, her demeanor becoming more serious. “Milady… well. Let’s just say that she could use some more... reliable help.” Her glance flicks toward the Palace with a seeming annoyance, then her face brightens once more with a smile. “Anyway, you seem like a good sort to me, you know? And my intuition is never wrong.” She winks at me.

I find that I don’t have much to say to that, but she looks at me expectantly.

“I, uh… well, I’m not sure how much use a fortune-teller and apprentice magician is in the scheme of things,” I laugh. “But… I’ll do my best. I promise.”

“Well, you know how Vesuvian politics are.” I do not, but I nod noncommittally. “Milady can always use more allies. Not everyone is keen on a Prakran princess being the ruler of Vesuvia.”

There’s an obvious care in her voice and face when she speaks of the Countess, and I wonder at it. But Portia rises, dusting off her backside, and I follow suit, our little rest break over.

The sun is just lowering in the sky as we finally approach the Palace’s tall gate of wrought iron. The Palace itself is a thing of many delicate spires, glittering and shining under the late golden sunlight like a mirage. The gate is guarded, of course, but Portia is my key. She introduces me to the guards - Ludovico and Bludmila. There is little to differentiate them in their armor. Even their faces are largely covered by their decorated helms - only the shape and color of their eyes, shadowed beneath, can be seen. But their posture is visibly relaxed with Portia, and they push the heavy gate open for us, allowing us to breeze through.

Beyond the gate there is a long bridge, rising at a steep angle over the palace’s moat. Pale, elongated shapes swirl in the dark water beneath, like the ghosts of serpents. I shiver slightly, despite the remaining warmth of the day.

“The late Count had those put there,” Portia says, mild disgust crossing her features as she notes the direction of my gaze. “Vampire eels. Kind of gross, but not a problem so long as you don’t fall in the water.”

“I’ll try not to.” I spare the eels one last glance before quickening my pace to catch up with Portia - she doesn’t want to keep the Countess waiting, and neither do I.

Questions rise in my hindbrain as we walk, stirring my latent anxieties now that I am here, and there is no turning back. Have I made the right decision in coming here? Could I have possibly done anything else? Will Asra know where to find me when he returns? (Of course he will.) What will happen to me if I cannot provide the help the Countess seeks? Her very word is law in this city, and being a magician will do me no good against it.

Before I know it, we’re at the Palace’s main entrance. Portia gives three strong knocks that seem to reverberate through my very bones. After a moment, some mechanism on the inside causes the doors to swing themselves wide in a ponderous arc. Within, I glimpse halls of polished marble and dark granite, unspeakably rich furnishings, and liveried servants going to and fro on their business.

There is definitely no turning back now.

A person in servant’s livery topped with a cap bearing a bright blue feather rushes up to us. They stop short when they notice me, sweeping into a deep bow (somehow the cap does not dislodge from their head). They then immediately rush on to Portia.

“Chamberlain,” she says with a nod, probably for my benefit, and asks how we are doing on time.

Her shoulders relax fractionally as the Chamberlain answers that we are just in time - the first course is about to be served, and the Countess has yet to come down. This is apparently slightly late for her, but working to our benefit.

Clearly relieved, Portia hands off her load to the chamberlain, adding that they should inform the kitchens that the Countess’s guest is here. The chamberlain vanishes into a wall panel, which slides invisibly shut behind them.

Portia must be favored, indeed, for the Palace chamberlain to defer to her so.

“That was close!” she confides. “I’ll take you straight to the dining room.”

“Dining room? I’m to dine with the Countess? Right now?” I did not expect this, and am certainly not dressed for it. Self-consciously, I tuck my escaping hair behind my ears.

Portia laughs. “Don’t tell me you thought we wouldn’t feed you!”

“That’s not it at all…” I answer, but she is already striding away down the hall, and I must hurry to keep up. Along the way, I surreptitiously freshen away the sweat and road dust with my magic. There isn’t much I can do for the plainness of my clothing. The only jewelry I wear is the copper ring on my right thumb (a spell focus), two simple necklaces (one gifted by Heron, the other by Asra), and now the little protection pouch, nestled under my top. Hardly suitable for dinner with the Countess… but it seems I must make do. I pull my shawl from inside my bag, and drape it over my shoulders. Perhaps it will help conceal some of the sins of my appearance.

Portia pushes open a double door of carved mahogany. The doors, exquisitely balanced, swing open easily and silently, despite their size and weight. Beyond, the long dining table is laden with platters of all manner of fine foods, and the smell alone causes my stomach to clench almost painfully with hunger. I’ve had so little today, and walked so much. But as Portia seats me in a fine chair with brocaded cushions, I see that the Countess has not yet arrived.

“How many people are supposed to be here?” I ask her. There is enough food for twenty or more on this table.

“Oh, it’s just you and the Countess! You’ll do fine,” she assures me. “I have to get back to work, but you’ll see me again!” She pats me on the shoulder reassuringly, then bustles away, back to her duties.

Instead of looking helplessly after Portia as she goes, I force myself to look around the room. More liveried servants are coming and going, bringing even more items to the table.

There is a large painting hanging prominently on the far wall, and the more I look at it, the stranger it gets. Several beast-headed figures are attending what seems to be a feast of small game, olives, bread, and wine. It is presided over by a man in noble finery, surrounded by rays of pure gold - but he has the head of a goat. Something about the nine figures feels familiar to me, but I can’t quite pin it down. It is so odd that I can only stare at it for a few moments… until a voice brings me out of my reverie.

“Ah, Jñāna. I’m so pleased that you’re here.”

The Countess has arrived.

[gamergirl929]

Flying Squirrel (Kelley O’Hara x Reader)

A bet between the abnormally tall goal keeper of the USWNT AKA, the reader, and Kelley O’Hara, AKA the USWNT’s own flying squirrel, decide to make a wager... Can Kelley O’Hara jump as high as the reader is tall? A harmless wager ends in a way that neither of you could’ve ever imagined. 

You shake your head, grinning when Kelley advances on the group of celebrating girls, leaping into the air much like she usually does, surprisingly high for her height.  

Thankfully for you, the game ends with a score of USWNT 4, Sweden 1.  

They had been giving you trouble through the entire game, but luckily you had been ready, except when it came to a goal where there was an obvious foul that wasn’t called, making not only you and your teammates mad, but the crowd as well.  

“Hey tall.” You glance down at Kelley with a smirk.  

“Hey smol.” You tease and she scoffs.  

“I’m not smol.” She growls and you snicker as she jumps up, her head not even reaching your shoulder.  

“Why do you have to be so freakishly tall?!” She grunts as she tries again and you snort.  

“Sorry I can’t hear you from down there.” You cup your gloved hands around your mouth with a grin and Kelley karate chops you in the stomach, causing you to double over, she of course, uses this opportunity to leap onto your back.  

“Go noble steed.” She smacks your arm and you grumble.  

“I’m not a horse.” You grumble and Kelley laughs.  

“No, just a very large human being. Now go!”  

You roll your eyes wish a scoff.  

“No.”  

Kelley smacks you again, her chin resting on your shoulder.  

“Please?” She pouts and you sigh.  

“Bitch, you know your pout is my weakness.” You whisper and Kelley lets out a cackling laugh as she sings.  

“I knowwww.”

                                                         ***

“How do you even jump that high?” You turn to Kelley the smaller woman leaning towards you to look at your phone where you have a picture of her celebrating with your teammates up, the shorter woman jumping in the air.  

“It’s a gift.” She shrugs and you roll your eyes.  

“She has springs in her shoes!” Sonnett flips around to look at the two of you and you snort.  

“I read she’s part flying squirrel.” Alex adds from her seat and you throw your head back with a laugh.  

“Definitely that one.”  

Kelley punches you in the shoulder and you wince, feigning injury.  

“Shut up.” She grumbles and Sonnett snickers.  

“Yeah Y/N, we can’t all be skyscrapers.” She jests and you shrug.  

“I like being a skyscraper.” You grin. “So, I can look down on all the peasants.” You put your hand above your eyes as if surveying the scene.  

Apparently, everyone takes offense to that, even the two sitting behind you, who you now realize are Christen and Tobin smacking you along with everyone else.  

“Hey! Hey I’m kidding.” You laugh as they all smack you.  

As soon as their assault is over, you turn to Kelley.  

“I’ve got an idea.” You smirk and Kelley’s eyes narrow.  

“I bet that you’ll never be able to jump as tall as I am.” You grin and Kelley’s eyes widen.  

“Ohhhhh!” Sonnett grins. “And if she does?”  

It’s now you realize everyone’s eyes are you and you hum, stroking your chin.  

“I’ll carry you everywhere you go for the rest of the season.” You snap your fingers and Kelley grins, maliciously.  

“I’m not carrying you to the bathroom or anything weird like that O’Hara.” You give her shoulder a shove.  

“Does that mean you’ll carry my luggage too?” She asks and you sigh.  

“I guess I’d have to.”  

“But what if you win?” Lindsey asks from her spot beside Sonnett and you look at Kelley, brow arched.” You snap your fingers with a grin.  

“For the rest of the season, every time I say play a song of my choosing...You have to dance, no matter where we are, no matter what we’re doing, minus during games.” You grin and Kelley’s brown orbs widen.  

“How much time does she have?” Christen asks and you hum.  

“Half the season.”  

Without any hesitation she holds her hand out and you take it, giving it a shake.  

                                                         ***

“Shit, damn it.” Kelley yes as she jumps up, her head barely making it to your shoulder the following morning, nearly slipping on the tile floor.  

You spit into the sink, toothbrush hanging out of your mouth as you turn to the shorter woman.

“Please don’t fall and kill yourself during our bet. I want to win, not have to bury you.” You snicker and Kelley rolls her eyes.  

“I’m going to win.” She growls, jumping again, and again only reaching your shoulder.  

“We’ll see about that O’Hara.”  

                                                         ***

“UGH!” Kelley groans as she leaps into the air on field, only reaching your chest. 

“HEHE.” You stick your tongue out and she smacks you in the chest.  

“You just wait.” She grumbles. “I’m on my way...” She leaps in the air, getting lower than she had before. “UP!” She yells with a growl.  

“I can’t hear you from all the way down there.” You tease and she growls.  

“Shut up.”  

                                                         ***

“What the hell!” You yell during practice when Lindsey and Sonnett pull you down slightly by your arms and Kelley jumps in the air, this time, thanks to your hunched stature, she jumps onto your back.  

“I WIN!” She yells and Christen scoffs.  

“You do NOT win.” She rolls her eyes, Tobin nodding and Kelley’s eyes narrow as you move to your full height.  

“Who asked you?” The defender waves her fist and you shake your head.  

“She’s right, you have to jump as TALL as I am.” You grumble as you walk towards the bench, the defender mumbling grumpily in your ear.  

“Just admit defeat smol.” You snicker and Kelley scoffs.

“Never. I will never admit defeat tall.”  

                                                         ***

“Damn it...” Kelley winces as she limps into your room and your eyes widen.

“Are you okay?” You ask and Kelley nods.  

“I’m fine.” She grumbles, crawling up onto the bed beside you and you frown.  

“You are not, is it your ankle?” You ask, concerned and Kelley sighs.  

“I may have... Came down a little awkwardly the last time I tried to jump on you...” She mumbles and you frown sadly.  

“You idiot.” You mutter and Kelley scowls.  

“I’m injured!” She yells pitifully and you roll your eyes.  

“Come here.” You motion to her and her brow furrows, but she scoots towards you nonetheless.  

She winces as you pull your ankle into her lap and you frown sadly.  

“I’m sorry.”  

Kelley’s cheeks flush when you start to slowly knead the flesh of her aching ankle, the defender letting out a lengthy sigh.  

“Look we need to stop this bet if it’s going to mess up your ankle.” You whisper as you dig your thumbs into her foot, the woman groaning at the feel causing your cheeks to flush.

“No! WHEN I win, my ankles will be get a break because you’ll have to carry me around.” Kelley sticks her tongue out at you and you roll your eyes.  

“Keep telling yourself that O’Hara.”  

Your thumbs dig into a particular spot into the woman’s foot and she moans, the sound making your cheeks flush even redder.  

It’s only when Kelley’s eyes flash open do you realize your hands had stopped moving, her brown orbs wide and cheeks blood red.  

“So-Sorry just f-feels nice.” She mumbles and you smile.

“It’s alright. Stroking my ego.” You wink and Kelley rolls her brown orbs.  

“Oh, be quiet.”  

                                                         ***

“Practicing for when you lose the bet?” Sonnett winks, your cheeks flushing when you realize Kelley is fast asleep in your arms.  

“Bite me.” You send the defender a glare, the blonde smirking.  

Kelley mumbles in her sleep snuggling closer and your cheeks flush even darker.  

“Idiot hurt her ankle during our bet.” You roll your eyes and Kelley grumbles in her sleep.  

“Still sassing me in your sleep.” You mumble and Kelley smiles, tightening her hold on you.  

You smile softly, watching the woman’s relaxed face as she sleeps.  

“How can someone look so peaceful when she sleeps, but be an utter PAIN IN MY ASS when she’s awake.” You whisper to yourself, your teammates snickering.  

“I mean she is drooling on you, so there’s that.” Megan motions to the woman’s open mouth and you shake your head, looking down to indeed see a wet patch on your shirt.  

“Jesus Christ.”  

                                                         ***

“Did you know you drool in your sleep?” You turn to the defender who’s sitting beside you on the bus to the game against Canada.  

“I do not.” She scoffs and you smirk, taking out your phone and bringing up the picture of her sleeping on your chest, the wet patch under her open mouth.  

“Delete that! Now!” Kelley takes a swat at your phone and you grin.  

“Not a chance.” You snicker and Kelley huffs loudly.  

“You’re an ass.” She mumbles and you shrug, pocketing your phone.  

“You still love meeeeee.” You sing and she rolls her eyes.  

“For some reason...”  

                                                         ***

“Fuck.” You mumble as you spit onto the field, your mouthful of blood, the ball clutched in your arms.  

One of the Canadian players had went for a header, just as you were leaping to grab the ball, their head busting you bottom jaw, slamming your tongue between your teeth.  

“Are you okay?” Christen asks as she runs up to you, your hand covering your mouth.  

“I uhhh, think I might have bit through my tongue...” You say behind your gloved mouth and Christen’s eyes widen.  

“Let me see.” Tobin asks and you uncover your mouth, opening to reveal your mangled tongue beneath.  

“Oh shit!” Kelley yells, teeth clenched and you cough, shuddering at the taste of blood.  

“Yeah, you’re going out.” One of the members of the medical team says and you shake your head.  

“I’m sure it’s not that bad.”  

                                                         ***

“It’s dat bawd...” You say your tongue wrapped in gauze to stop the bleeding.  

“Oh my god.” Kelley shakes her head when she makes her way into the locker room, covering her mouth to hide her laughter.  

“Swut up.” You spit, whining through the pain.  

Kelley can no longer control it, shoulders shaking as she barks out a laugh, your eyes narrowed as you glare at the woman.  

“Fanks for carwin.” You growl and Kelley sighs, wiping the tears from her eyes.  

“I’m done.”  

You watch as Kelley bites back a smile before bursting into laughter again, the woman’s body shaking.  

“You’re an awshowe.”  

                                                         ***

As to be expected, you wear a mouth guard for the following games, and practices, the only downside being you can’t yell and snark as much as you like. 

“EWW.” Kelley cries out as you wipe your mouth guard on her jersey.  

“Payback for you drooling on me again during movie night.”  

Kelley growls.  

“That was an accident.”  

You shrug, sending the woman a wink, her cheeks flushing.  

“I’m surprised.” You say as you walk towards the locker room, Kelley at your side.  

“Why?”  

“You haven’t been jumping at me like a psycho for a while.” You smirk and Kelley rolls her eyes.  

“I’ve been practicing.” She smirks and your eyes widen when you see her knees bending.

“NO.” You shout as you run to the locker room, Kelley growling as she chases after.  

“LET ME JUMP YOU.” She yells and you snicker.  

“THAT SOUNDS WEIRD.” You cackle as you slip into the locker room, Kelley slipping through the cracked door.  

“I’ll get you Y/N. Mark my words.”  

                                                         ***

The second the final whistle sounds and you see Kelley running towards you, you sit down, smirking up at the woman cockily.  

“Oh my god, you sneaky bitch.” She growls, climbing on your back and pulling you into a headlock. You move to your feet, Kelley squealing as she wraps her legs around your middle.  

“Don’t drop me!” She gasps and you lean your head back, blushing when your nose brushes her chin.  

“Who said anything about drop? I’m about to throw you.” You ask and Kelley scowls.  

“No, you won’t.” She mumbles, her chin resting on the top of your head.  

“You had a tough game, so I suppose I won’t.” You smile when you feel Kelley duck her head, nuzzling into the top of your head causing your cheeks to flush.  

She rubs her cheek against the top of your head, letting out a tired yawn and you smile, hands tightening on her legs so she doesn’t fall.  

Your ears heat up, turning blood red as Kelley snuggles into you.  

Ever the Kelley O’Hara though, she ruins the moment with a snarky comment.  

“You need a shower.”

“Way to ruin a moment.” You jump at the sound of Alex’s voice, your cheeks flushing darker, the woman hanging off your back cheeks flushing as well.  

“Yeah seriously dude.” Ashlyn ruffles her hair and you clear your throat, swallowing hard.  

“What moment?” Kelley asks and you shrug.  

“I have no idea.”  

Meanwhile, your teammates all face palm, every one of them shaking their heads.  

“Kelley had to ruin the moment didn’t she...?” Tobin asks and Christen sighs, nodding as do the rest of her teammates.  

“Yep.”  

                                                         ***

Kelley looks down in her lap with a smile, shaking her head when she realizes you’re fast asleep, your legs stretched out across the bed whereas your back rests against her chest.  

“At least she made it where your short ass could see the TV.” Sonnett teases, earning a glare from the brunette.  

“Shut up.”  

Kelley looks down at you with a smile, running her fingers through your messy hair.  

“You know, you’re about to lose your bet soon.” Christen nudges her and Kelley growls.  

“I know, I know, but I’m not losing, there’s no way.” Kelley protests and you groan sleepily.  

“Even in her sleep she’s trash talking you.” Megan laughs and the defender rolls her eyes.  

“Quiet you.” She pokes the tip of your nose and your face scrunches up as you take a swat at her hand, smacking it with your own.  

Kelley takes your hand, giving it a squeeze and Kelley smiles when your fingers spread, her fingers slipping between your own.  

Kelley’s thumb gently caresses the back of your hand and you let out a lengthy sigh, snuggling further into the woman’s chest.  

Brown orbs finally leave your sleeping form, their owner realizing that everyone in the room has their eyes on her.  

“What?” She growls and everyone turns away, smirking.  

“Not a thing.”  

                                                         ***

“Shit.” You mumble when the whistle blows, racing down field to kneel down beside Kelley who had literally been shoulder tackled by one of the larger Sweden players, the woman’s shoulder slamming into her chest.  

The Swedish Player, who’d just been given a red card protests, angrily, shouting in Swedish, though when you move to your feet, she goes silent.  

You advance on her angrily, pointing to the sidelines.  

"Gå härifrån innan jag knullar dig (Get out of here before I fuck you up)!” You screech and the Swedish player runs off field, eyes wide.

You kneel back down beside Kelley the woman wincing as the medical team helps her sit up.  

“Did you just speak Swedish?” She coughs and you shake your head.  

“Have no idea what you’re talking about.” You wink and Kelley snorts.

“You alright?” You ask as you place a gloved hand gently on her abdomen, the woman’s air knocked from her lungs again, but this time, for an entirely different reason.  

“Yeah, yeah I’m getting there.” She nods, gasping in air and you smile, showing off your mouth guard.

“Just take it easy okay?” You rub her stomach and the woman’s cheeks flush.  

“Ye-Yeah, I-I will.” She stammers and you nod, moving to your feet. You ruffle her hair as you move back towards goal, sending a wink over your shoulder at the woman before taking your place between the goal posts.  

The medical team pulls Kelley to her feet the woman shuffling to the sideline with eyes still wide.  

“You alright?” Sonnett asks and she nods, mouth hanging open.  

“I just realized I’m in love with my best friend.” She mumble and the blonde snorts.  

“Fucking finally.”

                                                         ***

You let out a lengthy groan as you fall back into bed beside Kelley, the woman answering your groan with one of her own.  

“How are you feeling?” You ask and Kelley winces.  

“Hurts.”  

You frown, glancing at the woman who has an ice pack lying on her bruising chest. You roll over, Kelley doing the same so the two of you are facing one another.  

“I still want to know what you said to her.” Kelley chuckles and you smirk, your eyes fluttering shut.  

“It’s a secret.”  

The defender blows a raspberry at you, rolling over so her back is to you.  

“I’m ignoring you until you tell me.”  

You smirk, the defender letting out a gasp when your arms slip around her and you pull her back against your chest, your hand resting over her chilly one.  

“I think you’ve earned a nap today.” You whisper and Kelley giggles.  

“And the snuggling?” She asks, removing the ice pack from her stomach in favor of shuffling further back into you, your fingers interlacing.  

“A bonus?” You shrug, squeaking and Kelley smiles.  

“Pretty good bonus I'd say.” She whispers and you chuckle, nuzzling into the nape of her neck.  

Kelley lets out a sleepy sigh and you grin, nuzzling into the space behind the back of her ear.  

“Stop that tickles.” She giggles and you laugh, again nuzzling into the spot behind Kelley’s ear, heart skipping a beat at the sound of the woman’s laughter.  

Kelley tries to, halfheartedly, wiggle out of your hold and you whine.  

“Okay, Okay I’m done.” You laugh and Kelley hums as she settles back against your chest, cheeks flushed pink as she lets out a yawn.  

You grin mischievously, leaning into the spot again and rubbing your nose back and forth, the smaller woman giggling again.  

“Damn it, Y/N.” She giggles and you snicker.  

“Okay, I’m done I promise.” You pull her back against you, burying your nose in the nape of her neck.  

You briefly think about doing it again until you realize the woman’s breathing has evened out, the defender fast asleep in your arms.  

You tilt your head back, pressing a soft kiss to the base of her neck.  

“Night Kel.” You whisper, your own eyes fluttering shut as you too fall fast asleep.  

A little while after the two of you are fast asleep a gaggle of noisy children peek into the room to see what the two of you are doing.  

Sonnett and Lindsey share a glance, both smirking.  

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Lindsey asks and Sonnett’s smirk splits into a grin.  

“Oh, I am.”  

                                                         ***

Kelley rolls over, letting out a groan as she buries her face in your neck.  

“Turn off your phone.” She growls and you whine.  

“It’s not mine, it’s yours.”  

The phone dings again and again and again until Kelley sits up, immediately turning her on silent before cuddling back into your chest, your arms slipping back around her.  

She nuzzles into your neck with a yawn, her brown orbs disappearing behind her eyelids.  

The two of you remain silent for a moment before you sigh.  

“I have to pee.”  

Kelley rolls over onto her back with a whine, but releases you nonetheless, you scampering off to the bathroom while she decides to see what all the fuss was about for her to get so many notifications.  

Kelley sits up so fast she lets out a wince, her eyes as wide as saucers.  

“Let’s go back to sleep.” You stretch, yawning, freezing in place when you see the look on Kelley’s face.  

“What?” You ask, rounding the bed to stand beside her, the woman holding her phone out to you.  

Your eyes go wide when you see the picture of you and Kelley on Instagram, the two of you smiling as you hold one another, Kelley, of course, drooling on the bed.  

“I told you, you drool in your sleep.” You laugh and Kelley shoves you.  

You zero in on the poster, rolling your eyes.  

“Of course, it was Frat Daddy Jr.” You shake your head. “You need to get a handle on your son.” You pass the defender her phone and grab your own as the woman grumbles.  

You smirk, immediately going to Instagram and typing a comment, tagging Kelley in it before you shuffle towards the door, ready to make a break for it.  

Kelley’s brows furrow when she sees your comment pop up, reading it allowed through clenched teeth.  

“Documented proof that Kelley O’Hara drools when she sleeps.”  

Before she even looks up you run into the bathroom locking the door behind you.  

“Get out of there Y/N!” She hits the door and you snicker, quickly typing another comment.  

Kelley smiles as she reads your new comment, her heart skipping a beat.  

“You have to admit, we’re cute though ;)."

Kelley’s cheeks flush as she shakes her head, leaning her forehead against the door.  

“Get back out here, I want to go back to sleep.” She asks, pouting even though you can’t see her.  

“Can’t do it without me?” You ask, cheeks pink and Kelley blushes.  

“No.”  

You open the door, slipping out with a cocky grin.  

“Awwww, can’t sleep without me.” You tease and Kelley slaps you in the chest, taking your hand before she drags you to the bed.  

“Shut up.”  

                                                         ***

The USWNT had bulldozed over the competition in the She Believes Cup, defeating England and Spain, now, in the final of the She Believes Cup, you met one of your greatest foes, Japan and much like in 2011, the winner would be determined by a PK.  

You sit in goal, your fingers intertwined as you stare at the Japanese Player who’s going to take the kick.  

Your eyes drift along the line of USWNT players, everyone of their eyes on you, but there’s one pair of brown orbs you gravitate towards, brown orbs belonging to Kelley O’Hara.  

She gives you a nod, smiling softly and you swallow hard, taking a deep breath, though you feel as if your lungs are completely empty of air.  

All Japan needed was this one goal to tie with the USWNT’s points gathered in the tournament, meaning that overtime was guaranteed.  

The match had already been hard fought, USWNT leading by one point and one point in the tournament.  

You move to your feet, stretching and jumping open and down as the Japanese player gets ready to take the PK.  

You eye the entire line, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply, through your nose, out your mouth.  

The whistle blows and time stills, fans going entirely silent, your teammates, your opponent's, everyone clenching their teeth as they watch the two of you, you bouncing on your feet in goal whereas the Japanese player is staring at the ground.  

Suddenly her head perks up and you stiffen, watching closely at the way she advances on the ball.  

You leap, the stadium stilling as the ball flies towards goal, you miscalculated slightly, the ball smacking your palm before rolling out of your hand, your teammates and opponents racing towards it, but neither get their before  you do, throwing yourself on the ball and curling around it.  

The fans cheer as the whistle blows, though you remain still curled around the ball, unmoving, that is until your teammates swarm you.  

Everyone dogpiles on top of you in celebration, your teammates on the bench running out to join the fray.  

You eventually move to your feet, holding the ball high in the air as the fans scream, but the ball ends up on the ground when you have to catch someone, that of course being Kelley O’Hara, the woman jumping taller than you are as she lands in your arms.  

Before you can even blink Kelley leans forwards, her lips pressing against yours. 

You’re quick to reciprocate, the kiss knocking the air out of your lungs more than the PK had. Kelley’s fingers tangle in your hair as she tilts her head to change the angle of the kiss.  

The two of you reluctantly part, foreheads resting together, eyes locked as you grin happily.  

“You did it.” Kelley whispers and you shake your head, brushing your nose against hers.  

“But, so did I.” She smirks and your brow arches, your eyes widening when you realize that Kelley had indeed, won the bet.

“So, I better get used to this?” You give her a squeeze and Kelley smirks.  

“You also better get used to this...”  

Brown orbs disappear behind her closing eyelids and you grin, happy to reciprocate the kiss, but of course, it’s interrupted by a mob of celebrating women.  

“About time you two.” Alex gives Kelley a playful shove and you turn to Sonnett who’s beaming.  

“So, you lost the bet.” She teases and you growl.  

“Yeah, I lost the bet.”  

“You do realize this means you have to carry her, EVERYWHERE, right?” Lindsey asks and you shrug, looking up at the woman in your arms and you shrug.  

“I don’t think I’ll mind.”  

Kelley looks back down at you with an award winning grin and you flush.  

“I’m totally going to milk winning this bet you know?” She winks and you shrug, humming.  

“I kind of won too if you think about it.” You bite your bottom lip and Kelley cocks her head to the side in confusion.

You lean up, grinning.  

“Easier to kiss you this way.”  

Kelley chuckles as she ducks down, pressing her lips against your own, your lips slotting together as if they were made for each other.  

“I still beat you bitch.” She snorts when the two of you part and you roll your eyes.  

“Yeah, I know. I know.”  

[shinycorvidae]

How Vic and Hiro Ended Up Sharing a Brain Tapeworm

(cowritten with @smilepal)

Part 6 of 6: In Which We Piss Off Our Pseudo-Father Figures

"Please proceed to insert the jack below the ear, although not too deep"

"... auxiliary neurosockets..."

"If I hit a vein by mistake..."

"...end up like Deshawn...fucking try me..."

"I think I have it."

"V! We're at viks, just..."

"... cannot...need...rest"

"Misty!"

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(I got stuck writing this for two weeks and I want to get to the rest of the story SO HERE HAVE SOME BULLET POINTS ✌️)

Vik taking V from Hiro's arms. He moves right into surgery and leaves a blood soaked Hiro to pace and listen to Delamain tell Vik that she’s going to die. Misty tries to convince him to go wash off the blood he’s covered in. Like hell is he leaving till Vs stable. She instead sits him down within eyesight of V and wraps up his torn palm. It’s cyberware, the best she can do is stop the leaking.

Hiro uses his anti-anxiety medication for the first time since he was a teenager. He doesn’t have time for panic attacks, he needs to be sharp, he’s got multiple people to protect.

Vik finally manages to stabilize V. He forces Hiro out of the clinic, V will be fine tonight, he needs to go home.

Hiro goes home to an empty, silent apartment. Watches V’s blood wash down the shower drain.

He doesn't sleep that night.

Hiro returns the next morning with three coffees. He’s not optimistic enough to bring one for Takemura or V.

Not that he’d bring one for the corpo anyway.

Vik is tired. There are dark circles under his eyes and he's slumped over on his stool staring into the distance. Hiro’s gut sinks, and he reflexively checks that V’s still breathing.

That’s Vik’s bad news face.

Hiro hands Vik the coffee and they sit in silence for a while. Watching V breathe.

Vik puts down his coffee and sighs.

“Do you want the good or the bad first?”

“Just tell me Vik”

“She’s stable. I removed the bullet from her head and she’ll recover fully from the wound. She’ll have a nasty scar and nothing else.”

“...but?”

“It’s hard to explain kid.”

“Vik.”

“The item V and Jackie were sent to filch? It’s a biochip, a Relic. Arasakas “upload a dead person” magic trick. But this one’s different, a prototype. Somehow it got slotted into Vs head.”

“What? Why would she do that? That...that makes no sense. Vic’s an idiot sometimes but...she wouldn’t do that.”

“Might not have been a willing choice kid. Might have been a desperate action. Maybe she was just reckless. I don’t know. Doesn’t change the end result. There’s a biochip in her head and I can’t get it out without killing her.”

“What? You can’t just unslot it?”

“When Deshawn shot her, she was dead. Just for a minute, maybe less. Then the nanites in the chip booted up and brought her back. That Relic is the only reason she’s breathing on that bed right now.”

“Fuck. Fuck, she...never mind, keep going Vik. Tell me all of it.”

“There’s only bad news left Hiro.”

“Keep going. Please.”

“...alright. That reboot, the bullet to the head? It activated the construct on the biochip. The virtual psyche of the person written on that chip. Johnny Silverhand.”

“...the rocker?”

“The terrorist more like. He’s...he’s overwriting V. He’s-It’s going to scoop out everything that makes her V and replace it with Silverhand. She has a couple weeks before there's nothing of her left, maybe a month at best.”

“How do we fix it?”

“There’s...-kid there’s nothing I can fix. I can slow it down a little with some medication, keep her a little more comfortable. But I-I can't fix this.”

The floor drops out from under him. No. Not now. She lived, she survived a bullet to the fucking head. A little piece of tech isn’t going to-

Fuck. FUck. Not another one, please not both of them, he cant-

And V. V who hates any loss of control, who’s so sure of who she is. Getting erased...he can’t think of a worst fear for her. A worse torture.

He leans against the counter heavily, the only thing supporting his weight. He can’t even look at her. He failed her. HE failed them both.

Vik's hand falls on his back. He can barely feel it. Barely hear him talk.

“I tried kid. I worked through every possible solution. Nothing works. The closest I got was splitting the engram but its not going to-”

Hiro will take anything. Any deal, any bargain to keep her here.

“Split it. How would you split it.”

Vik just looks at him. Keeps his mouth shut for a beat.

“Hiro-”

“NO! Vik, I refuse to- we won't lose her. We can’t, I can’t-. You aren't going to hold anything back from me, I swear-”

“Fine! Fine. If you split the engram, you might, MIGHT alleviate the load on Vic’s brain enough that she can fight off the engram, partially. Enough so she keeps control. It's a slim chance. More likely it will just buy her time, a couple months, and doom the second host to the same fate. And it might just outright kill her and the second host. I'm not going to take someone off the street and subject them to that. And I don't know anyone who'd do it willingly.”

“...I will. Use me. I’ll be the second host.”

“No.”

Viktor’s no is immediate. He's both horrified and shocked that Hiro would even offer. He watched him fight to survive as a teenager. To see him gamble his life on the slight chance to save Vic...

He won’t. He practically raised the kid, he’s not going to kill him on his own operating table.

Hiro gets right in his face, desperate and angry.

“We have a chance Vik! You're just too scared to take it!”

“It’s a fool’s chance! At best you buy her a couple months-”

“You said there's a chance it’d cure her completely.”

“A tiny one! It'd be like betting on a five year old in a one-on-one with Razor Hughes. Its suicide.”

“If V’s that five year old I’m taking that god damned bet.”

Vik just stares at him. He’s completely serious. He knew Jackie's death was affecting him, but he hadn't realized he'd lost his mind.

“Hiro-”

“I am BEGGING you Vik. I will get on my knees if that makes a difference, PLEASE. If you have an ounce of respect for me you'll do this, its my body, my fucking choice”

Hiro ups the ante at the sliver of weakness of resignation in Vik's face. He’s terrified and it’s making him desperate, making him mad.

“If you don't I will never forgive you, I fucking swear. You will never see my face again. You can’t not give me this chance to save her,-”

Vik's face goes hard. Stony. If the kid is going to guilt him with that, fine. He's an adult and obviously he doesn't care anymore. Let him risk his own damn life.

And. Hiro’s desperate enough, Vik KNOWS, he just knows that Hiro won't give up. He’ll find a different ripperdoc, one willing to do it. And they’ll fuck it up. No one willing to do that would be good at their job. He has to do it. Or put Hiro at even greater risk.

A little part of Vik hates Hiro for it. For backing him into this awful corner. For forcing him to be complicit in Hiro's death. In V’s.

“Alright. Alright. Go change into one of the scrubs, the sooner we do this, the better. For you and for V”

“Thank you-”

“DO NOT thank me for this Hiro. Do not. I don’t want to do this. It’s wrong and I’m pretty sure V would-”

“V lost the right to an opinion when she slotted this thing in her fucking skull in the first place.”

Vik performs the surgery. They both live. He makes sure Hiro is comfortable and asleep before opening up the scans of their brains. Of the Relic, still nestled in Vs head untouched. His stomach drops.

His prediction was mostly right. V isn't cured. Hiro bought her a couple more months, maybe 2 or 3. He's only delayed her death. Stretched out how long it will take Silverhand to devour her. Hiro has connected himself to her and the Relic but in a stroke of luck not her death. The relic isn't trying to scoop him out, but it will put stress on his synapses. He’ll have migraines, nausea, even possible seizures at the end of V’s life but when her final thread of self snaps, the bridge between their brains will collapse. He may be left with some permanent effects but he’ll live. Thank god he’ll live. He mourns for V but selfishly, awfully he's so grateful Hiro lived and will live. He will never say it out loud but he'd sacrifice V, a good friend, if it meant Hiro could live.

Hiro wakes up the next day. He refuses to believe Vik's final diagnosis. He’s bought V time, they’ll find some way to fix this.

He spends the week at Vik's, recovering and waiting for her to wake up. He tries to help around the clinic, but his relationship with Vik has been severely strained. Any conversation is awkward and stilted.

V wakes occasionally, short periods of not full awareness. Murmuring words, clenching her fists, eyes barely opening.

The first time she does it, Hiro's sitting right next to her bed, fiddling with the dismantled pieces of a shotgun to keep busy. He happens to look to his left. He’s shocked by the sight of V’s yellow brown eyes, staring at him lazy and warm.

“Hiro...”

“Hey V. Go back to sleep. It's too soon for you to be waking up.”

“K. G’night.”

A surge of deep want goes through Hiro as he pushes Vs hair back. He wants her.

Ohhhhh fuuuuuck he wants her. Not just as a friend. Or a roommate. Or a want for her to be safe. Oh no. oh nooooooo.

Apparently he’s not gay??? At least not completely. MAybe it's just men AND V. like an exception? Fuck this is bad. This is bad AND weird.

But he definitely wants V in his bed. He wants to know what her nails feel like on his back, her teeth on his lip. The playful look in her warm eyes as she drags her hand down his chest-

NOPE. NO. He’s not doing this right now. V is sick, V is DYING, he’s not- nope we aren't thinking about that.

It takes a couple hours for his ears to stop being bright red.

V wakes up late on the 6th day, Vik is sitting right there. Waiting for her to wake up.

V takes the news quietly. She's tired and obviously weak but her voice only wavers a little. She only begs Vik for a solution once, when she learns she’ll lose everything she is. She doesn't tear up or panic but examines every option she has. Looking for a way out. She can break down when she’s alone. Vik looks like he’s struggling with this enough. He doesn’t need to see her pain and fear too.

Hiro watches the whole thing from across the clinic. In a dark enough corner that V wouldn't immediately notice him. He watches her push down her feelings. Comforting Vik about her own fate for fucks sake.

He shouldn’t be here. Now that she’s lucid she probably hates him for not coming with them. He shouldn't creepily watch her be vulnerable without her consent. But he can't manage to drag himself away either.

Vik shakily wipes his face and delivers the final blow

"Hiro bought you sometime so you have a couple months instead of weeks. But you’re still dying V-"

"Wait Hiro? What did he do? Where is he?"

Fuck. Well now he really can't just sulk in the corner anymore. He comes out, walking up to her bed silently. He has no clue what to say to her.

V doesn't leave him drowning for long. She gives him a small smile, tired and pained but happy to see him anyway.

"It only took me dying to get you to learn to be sneaky, huh?"

A small choked laugh, suspiciously wet, escapes him. Only she would pull a laugh out of him right now, the brat.

Misty helps Hiro move her to a wheel chair so he can bring her home. Vik explains the meds to him too. He can tell her later. When she's not fast asleep in a wheelchair.

She's snoring and her hair is stuck around the handle. She's an idiot. She’s adorable.

Fuck.

[a-southern-reader]

Qrow’s Bachelor Lifestyle

Qrow’s life isn’t one a husband should have, not for even a boyfriend. His type of work and luck just doesn’t mix well with loving relationships. Now that doesn’t mean he’s never been with a girl before. Oh no, on the contrary his lifestyle makes flings that much easier. Going to a town for a night then leaving and never returning really helps with making one night stands less awkward. He was in Vale now, or more specifically Beacon, and Qrow has been going through a bunch of shit. However he saw who would be the best person with relieving some of his stress.

‘I am so pissed with that drunkard!’ Winter said in her head while taking a shower in the girls community shower room. Winter finished scrubbing the shampoo out of her hair and just stood under the shower head looking up, just relaxing as the water fell on her face.

“Hey Ice Queen.” Winter immediately turned around and covered her self with her hands.

“Qrow! Get out of here before I kick your ass like I did in the courtyard.” Winter stared at Qrow not yielding even in this awkward position.

“Hey now, I’m just getting a shower too. I also wanted to talk to you.” She just now noticed that he is not dressed either and he’s not bothering covering up anything. He walks into the shower stall and stands right beside her under the falling water. “I just wanted to tell you I’m sorry about what just happened. I’ve been out risking my life all by myself and fighting basically everyday. You don’t know what I’ve been dealing with, but I also don’t know what you have been too.”

What he was saying is true as she heard it. He’s not really excusing himself, but just saying that they’re both dealing with things that the other doesn’t know.

“Plus I haven’t had a good laid in a while and I think you would do just fine.” As Qrow said that he was walking towards Winter, making her back up until she hit the tiled wall.

“Oh no, don’t think a few words would just make me~ Ahhhhhhh!” Winter yelps before she looks down and sees his cock has impaled itself inside her pussy.

Qrow lowers his head so that his mouth is right beside her ear and he whispers. “You don’t understand. I am not asking.” Once he told her that he felt her pussy tighten around his member. “Oh does the specialist like it when she’s being told what to do? You really are a true soldier.” He stated with a smirk.

“Its... it’s just so big.” Winter moaned out. She couldn’t think straight at the moment.

“And you’re so tight, I can fuck this all night long. But if you really don’t want to...” He started to pull himself out of her pussy.

“No please don’t! Stay... fuck me please.” Winter bit her bottom lip after she said that last part. “Show me how a uncivilized brute like yourself pleasures a woman.”

Qrow just looks at her and smiles. Once he heard what he wanted to hear he gave a single powerful thrust into and heard that beautiful moan. Her long and pale legs wrapped around his waist. “If I’m a uncivilized brute then you’re maiden that I’ve captured and going to have my way with.” He grunted as he began pounding into her pussy.

“Mmmmh... oh yes.” Winter tilted her head back and once Qrow saw that vulnerable neck he started kissing all over it. He didn’t ignore her other assets though, his right hand was groping her left pillow like breast.

Winter’s eyes were closed and her face was flushed red due to the pleasure she was receiving. “Ohhhh!” She screeched out and opened her eyes to see that Qrow’s hand has been replaced and he was gently biting her nipple. She couldn’t take it any more, she just screamed out in pleasure. She didn’t care if someone found the Specialist Schnee getting railed in the showers like a school whore.

“Damn I’m about to cum.” Growled Qrow as he kept his tempo up. He wasn’t about to finish yet though, there was still one thing he still wanted her to do.

“Don’t you dare~ngh! Don’t you dare pull out.” Winter put all of her focus into saying that.”

“What was that? Ohhhhh, don’t worry I’ll make I pull out.” He acted like he didn’t hear what she just said. Winter grabbed his hair though and made sure he was looking into her angry eyes.

“I said DON’T you bastard.”

“Damn you’re one big slut.” He said with a smirk.

“Only for you.” She replied with a smirk in kind.

Qrow laid it into hard, not giving either one of them a second to catch their breath. Winter’s pussy was so wet that the running water didn’t cover the sound of it sloshing as Qrow’s pounded into her.

“Ahhhhh!” Winter’s head flew so far back due to her orgasm that she hit the shower wall.

Qrow finally finished and gave one last thrust as he came inside her. They stayed like that in the shower just panting and catching their breaths. The running shower was the only thing making noise now. With himself still inside of her Qrow walked over to the faucets and turned it off, he soon walked out of the stall with Winter resting her head on his shoulder.

He pulled Winter off of him and gently sat her down leaning against the wall. He went to the locker he put his clothes in and redressed himself. He walked back to Winter who hasn’t moved, the only thing that changed is the cum dripping out of her pussy and onto the floor. He got his scroll out and took a picture of the rare site. He doesn’t care that she might get mad at him for leaving her like that for anyone to stumble upon. It’s not like he’s her boyfriend or anything.

(I already posted this along with the second chapter of it on AO3. Don’t know why I didn’t post it here earlier.)

[dipplie]

Temporary list of my stories and OC’s until one day I make a comprehensive and well made list:

Blinded:

Polli: My oldest OC and fun fact was my persona till she become edgy and I wasn’t 12 anymore. Everyone’s favorite yes yes I’m aware. Yellow, energetic, eats dirt and bugs, I can’t tell if she’s evil because of a wisp possession or just crazy. Breaks the 4th wall. Is she a Mary Sue???????? Who knows.

Melody: NOT Polli’s girlfriend despite Polli’s delousions. Has an abusive mom :(. Only has one eye and then no eyes and then robot eyes or smthn idk she becomes a badass when she gets older. But otherwise trembling in her shoes all the time.

Melodys Mom/Sharren: Bitch. Okay well all I’ll say is she’s old and grumpy and probably smells bad.

Louise: Total hotty, rich kid, FtM, got bullied as a kid for his weight. Had a squad of fans basically in high school. Lived with his mom after his parents got a divorce but his mom was semi abusive, projected her femininity onto him, and wouldn’t have been supportive of his transition, so between middle and high school he went to live with his dad and got his sex change and testosterone. His best friend in elementary and middle school stopped talking to him after his transition, and became his competition for the most attractive and sought after boy in school (except Louise is a sweetheart while his friend Tommy is a dick and really gross) His dad runs a company that specializes in technology, and after meeting and falling in love with Melody (even after all her abusive trauma and losing both her eyes) he has his dad and some of the developers create a way to get her vision back and I mean honestly I love him how could you not love him he’s so perfect.

Watching:

Fick: Big nerd boy with thick glasses. I feel like he’d use Reddit but don’t quote me on that. Big crush on Vivinya. Boy don’t wander into the woods- oh look dead body with a curse on it don’t touch it- aaaand now he has a wisp that makes him kill people, way to go kid. Panic attack central.

Vivinya: True crime girl, yucky yucky. Probably had a knife collection. “uwu I’m insane” except she actually is and starts using Fick to kill people for her and treats him like her “Yandere boyfriend” or something cringe and gross oh god. She deserves jail. JAIL. Needs to learn guys need to give consent too. Just overall sucks 1/10.

Tommy: I mentioned him early to be Louises ex best friend and rival. He used to have a crush on Louise actually but that don’t excuse being a BITCH!!!! Also needs to learn people gotta give consent he is just as gross as Vivinya. Cheats on all the girls he gets with because he’s again, a bitch. Idk if he deserved to get murdered though I mean he was still a teenager but it’s fine. Thinks of the song Seventeen from Heathers actually this story does feel a tad reminiscent of heathers with vivinya being a crazy and wanting to off a bunch of students. Huh.

Suzannie: Tommy’s older sister who’s a detective. What a coincidence. Monotone and depressed. Probably because her little brother got murdered. Gets real awkward when she’s talking about her brothers murder(s) to Fick and Vivinya like “when I find who did this to him they’ll regret being born”. Kind of really pretty actually.

Adolescents (there isn’t actually a story here yet but don’t worry about it shhhh):

Nelson: HIMBO HIMBO H- Jock stupid idiot big dork god he’s so awkward and his main personality trait is having a crush on Naomi and being a dork when talking to her. Probably could benchpress you.

Naomi: Gamer or something and a nerd geek. Her main personality trait is having a crush on Nelson and also being a dork when talking to him. Probably a weeb and fandom dweller. Can’t draw but she commissions artists to draw. She does write copious amounts of fanfiction though.

Andrés: Ohhh the school bad boy babyyyy. Baseball bat with nails in it or something. There’s like... A thing between him in Charlotte and he wants to be a thing but she’s being difficult and makes it hard to talk to her or about her and ugh.

Charlotte: Princess, high school princess. She’s actually pretty nice when you get to know her- but she’s a diva. Ballerina after school. Best friends with Naomi and doesn’t know what she’s talking about when she mentions ships or OTPs but she listens anyways because she’s a good friend. There’s like... A thing between her and Andrés but she doesn’t know if she’s super into him but geez he’s really hot but she gets such mixed responses when she asks her friends about it and what if it doesn’t work outttt.

Marlon: They/Them but they’re okay with either pronouns they aren’t sure yet, he or she is okay... Box boy box boy. Autism... He doesn’t want to admit He’s attracted to men but he’s totally attracted to men. He lives alone which is probably illegal for his age but somehow he manages. Everyone thinks he’s “the quiet kid” and he’s really sad about it no don’t make jokes like that please guys ahh-

Sing for Me:

Kat: The color pink, addahadda(adhd), angry and loud and short. For being only like 10 and being an adorable little lesbian dressing in sparkly pink dresses she actually likes screaming a lot and would totally sing heavy metal if her producers let her. Loud and mad but gets so soft around her girlfriend. “If anything happens to Brie I’m killing everyone in this room and then myself”.

Brie: French... Birds and stuff. Loves her girlfriend even though she is so loud. So fast. So much. Likes to write pretty things. Is only like an inch taller than Kat. Filled with so much love for everything.

Elliot: The girls manager. Lots of coffee. Stressed out of his MIND please help this man. Probably gay. Seems like a smug dick but he is just a tall and lanky dork that loves puppies and wants nothing more than for Kat and Brie to be happy. Accidentally brands them as sisters and then Kat kisses Brie and- oh fuck oh shit oh no what has he done. Hides the fan and non fan responses from them. Poor guy.

Horror Hosts:

Ichabod: Hot demon who’s the son of the current ruler of hell or something. I mean he’s hot, smart, and royalty, what more do you want. I very specifically hear the dub voice of Kyoya Ootori from OHHC as his voice don’t @ me. Goat legs????? Yeah??? Don’t be rude.

Barnabie: Ohhhhhhhhh big orc teddy bear I’m crying I love him????? He puts up a more confident ploy and the given stereotypical personality orcs supposedly have but he’s just a shy boy that wants to give girls flowers and call boys pretty. Help him.

Garrison: Gary Burger. Fat hairy gay man. I mean werewolf. Wouldn’t it be funny if I made the whole werewolf thing backwards and made him transform into a HUMAN only on the full moon??? Party animal, pun absolutely intended. LOUD AND FUNNY he’s a dork. Bites. Horny on main Garrison please you’re supposed pamper and flirt with the guests but not quite that much.

Vincenzo: Token Vampire but he’s Italian because I felt like it. Talk and lanky of course. Bitch face. Blood coffee? Yeah lots of coffee. Tired. Let him sleep in Ichabod. Steps on people. Can summon and reanimate corpses but has a bitter attitude towards them because they get annoyed with him as much as he gets annoyed with- everyone else. He does have a soft spot but idk where it is. When he’s talking to guests he’s more suave and sexy though.

Kai: Genderfluid haha get it because slime fluid-... I’ll stop. Probably objectively the hottest because they can look anyway they want and shift their vocals to sound like almost anything, also probably objectively the best in bed (if you’re okay with the texture of Jell-o) and honestly come on save some for the rest of us it’s not fair. This boy can SING oh my god seranade me and whisper in my ear baby. Spunky and sassy.

Hallvor: BABY OCTOPOD BOY OHHHHH I LOVE HIM HE’S SO SWEET AND IS AN ANGEL DARLING BOY SO EMBARRASSED SO SHY SOFTEST VOICE OHHH- ohhh nooo he’s got a knife ohhhhh Hallvor baby don’t be like that ohhhh... Used to work in hentai actually (I wonder why) but quit because of immoral practices and good for him we love that. Okay he’s not actually a yandere or whatever but he DEFINITELY wants to squeeze you a little too hard and has those crazy eyes.

Carla: Main character of this OHHC monster clone. She sucks I don’t like her because listen listen she kills monsters as a living and when she tries to kill our boys here, Ichabod catches her and goes “no” but then the rest (not knowing her murderous intent) fall in love with her and Ichabod is like: “shoot well I’ll keep you alive and around but I’m watching you” and blah blah romance and feelings and character development and wow she seems like she’s grown to care about them... So Ichabod removes a curse he put to prevent her from harming them or leaving... AND THEN SHE STABS THEM ALL IN THE BACK IM CRYING. I mean she might have an extra reason for needing to kill them but I haven’t decided if I want to actually put it in the story yet so.

Fingertips:

Maria/Marianna: Was this goth angry chick and the head of these losers but after a failed heist, fire, and being betrayed and dropped from a window on a 3rd or 4th story down into flames, and going to the hospital and changing her name, she changed totally and become a soft pretty girl... And then the next three boys went “HEY BOSS WE FOUND YOU” and she went “oh no” and now she’s just an anxious wreck like “no no no no no I don’t shoot people in the face anymore no no no no no” And has a fear of hands. Also was Diamontés best friend in primary school and yes all these characters went to the K-12 school all the other characters do/did. Pretty voice. The story is mostly about her being anxious around all the other characters because who was it that betrayed her and dropped her into the flames below? Find out next week on th-

Nikki: He’s that character that you see and immediately go “oh he’s gross and is angry and is a bitch” and you’re right he is and has a cockney accent and screams a lot and probably swings a knife around a lot, but he’s got a sweet interior (somewhere in there... somewhere) Screamo heavy metal. Him and the rest of these character briefly talked about having a band and then they didn’t and then at the end of the story they do and although he plays guitar mostly, if he does do lead vocals he screams a lot. Bitch.

Anthony: Pretty boy but like the “was in the army” pretty boy vibe. Probably played football in highschool. Pyromaniac. Punches Nikki a lot. Almost gives himbo vibes sometimes, almost. Kind of likes the old timey cozy aesthetic. Plays the piano sometimes but “oh I’m not very good at it” Plays extremely well

Diamonté: TALL. Purple goth boy aesthetic hellll yeahhhh. CRAZY EYES AND THEY SPEAK VOLUMES WATCH OUT. Drums. The scary kind of quiet because he just smiles at you. Crowbar. Okay but he’s actually really sweet though. Secretly loves watching Anthony and Nikki get into fights so that’s why he rarely puts a stop to it. I think he’s a sadist. Can be a gentle giant, but can also be a not so gentle giant. The only time he’s really talkative is after copious amounts of booze.

Unnamed/Undesigned 1: Literally a pimp and he’s pretty gross. Blonde hair and pink and white clothes.

Unnamed/Undesigned 2: Chick that likes to throw knives and be angry and threatens Marianna a lot but in a quiet and monotone way, Marianna is pretty scared and hopes that these are just shallow threats uhhhhh.

Unnamed/Undesigned 3: Sells guns (without a lisence of course) and wears a bandana over his face a lot. Tired. Grumpy.

Unnamed/Undesigned 4: Like Marianna, was cold hearted and cool but then got caught in the fire and got all soft. He only has one eyes but how sweet his eyepatch is a heart. Recoved along side Marianna and they are good friends good friends tha- wait Marianna are you going back with them oh god you can’t do that oh dear oh no oh-

(I don’t have a story or name for these two but they’re my comfort ship OC’s and my current hyper fixaction right now):

Rodriquéz: I literally designed him with almost all the traits I find attractive in a guy other than freckles so as you can imagine I find him super HOT. I also designed his personality on what I find attractive from a guy so as you can imagine I find him super GREAT. But anyways he’s grumpy and closed off and monotone and smug. I really could go on for hours about how I want him to step on me I’m so sorry guys. Both him and Samantha give the “21 and having immature fun” vibes. They’re a thing but they like going to bars together and splitting off and doing their own thing (or doing someone else’s thing if you get what I mean haHhahHhahGahGhaha-) But so help them if anyone doesn’t oblige by the “no” from one of these two, someone’s gonna get beat up.

Samantha: (She literally just my personality shhhhh don’t tell anyone it’s a secret) Bubbly, energetic, a little shy by extroverted, bombshell blonde or something? It took me way too much time and effort to design her but I’m really happy with how I finally designed her, I love her outfit. She could kick me in the face and I’d say thank you. Girly drinks at the bar. Got that trauma and anxiety™️ secretly though. Skips and jumps a lot. As I’m typing this I keep looking up at the drawing of her and more and more I would want her to also step on me.

(Space Story I don’t have a nice title for):

Unnamed/Undesigned 1: So... Funny story this story originally was with me and uh... My ex I guess... So I gotta replace the MC’s... Whoops ahaha... Awkward. But anyways the MC is a robot and a girl and is a slight tsundere or smthn.

Unamed/Undesigned 2: Has a space ship, works for this organization in space that protects the galaxy. Is cocky, lazy, sly, oblivious, and an idiot. The love interest- obviously. Probably accidentally committing space crimes. (Like space pirating hAHAHA-) Kind of cool when he wants to be.

Dandelion/Dandy: CAT. WITH A JET PACK. Kind of an asshole. Fun fact used to be Polli’s cat but then when the Second MC crash landed on earth she was like “fuck this noise I’m going with space boy laterz” (okay she can’t talk but she thought it).

Zizii: Lesbian alien? Yeah???? Okay but I mean her main character trait is being a dorky back alley doctor and engineer obsessed with the MC because they’re a sentient robot with emotions and a lazer arm and rocket boots WOW!!!!!!!!

Story I want to revive:

So I had a story I started writing a long time ago about this tech theatre kid that had a crush on this other theatre kid character, but in a play that other character has to kiss another person for the show, and as the story progresses the MC convinces themselves that it isn’t just a play and that their crush actually loves and is kissing that other kid. And in the play, that other character is supposed to die. Show night comes along and they die, but like actually, and by the hands of the MC (Idk maybe like a light falls on em or smthn). So it’s a grotesque scene the audience sees as just an act. (Mutters I dunno I think my idea’s cool...) So I’ve been wanting to design these characters and work more on the story but I’m busy being obsessed with Rodriquez and Samantha so. (And the Horror Host Club too I love them too still).

Other Characters that either don’t have a specific story or are kind of like background characters:

Jacqueiliquinne Merril: Sara Berry vibes from 35mm (go look up The Ballad of Sara Berry, maybe like an animatic idk the first one that comes up is nice) But otherwise rich, pretty, popular, bitch. Tries to like, steal Louise from his squad and it’s like bro that’s unnecessary who hurt you that’s so rude. She gives Nui from Kill La Kill Vibes too. Oh she knows her name is long and annoying but you have to say the whole thing.

Brianna: Jaqueiliquinne’s sister. Big titty goth gf??? She’s pretty popular too and kind of a bitch too but to a much lesser degree. Her and he sister throw hands a lot when no one is around, you know, “THEY GIRLS ARE FIGHTINNGGGG”.

The Louise Fan Club: 4 characters I haven’t named yet. One writes fanfiction of Louise and shares it with the others and with him sometimes and although he thinks it’s a bit weird he also finds it a tad endearing and supports her. One is an aspiring photographer and is constantly asking Louise to model for him. One is an artist and draws Louise all the time. And one is an aspiring musician who writes songs based of Louise’s relationships which again he finds a little weird but endearing and supports her.

The Jacquiliquinne Merril Fan Club: Genderbent-ish (I say ish because one of the characters is a little bit less defined gender wise) versions of the Louise Fan Club. Yes I’m lazy, and no they don’t get along with them, infact they hate each others club with a passion. 

Unnamed/Undesigned: I wanna make some hacker kid just because I wanna have one.

Unnamed/Undesigned: I also really wanna have a super cutesy magical girl and then a really super duper generic boring character probably like star vs the forces of evil idk I never watched that show but it looks cute.

Me: I exist in the universe fukc you I can do what I want it’s my story and I get to chose the who also if you wanna be in the mess of a universe go ahead draw yourself with my OC’s I allow and encourage and appreciate it. I literally made the Horror Host Club as a sort of Harem story and you are absolutely allowed to make out with them if you’re a monster fucker DO it GO ahead it’s canon.

and that is ALL I have FOR now Knowing me I’ll make like 12 more characters by July, and I mean I need more characters for the high school anyways so...

[kirishwima]

so i’ve had this scenario stuck in my head for a hot sec and i ADORE it,, so like,,, what if the RFA embarrassed themselves in front of their crush? i think it would be fun to see the more composed members (coUGH jumin & jaehee) getting all flustered lmao. thank you so much!!

oo i love this! i hope ill manage to do your scenario justice ^o^

YOOSUNG:

* Let’s be honest here, this ray of sunshine is just one big ol’ clumsy mess

* So it’s not surprising that the first time he met MC he just. Fell over with the first step he took their way.

* It’s not his fault they were so pretty he lost his balance okay?!

* He stays there, on the floor for a long moment, blinking slow before he realised the predicament he was in, immediatly rushing to stand up, only to get dizzy as he did and stumble yet again, his weight falling onto a softer surface this time....

* ....and straight onto MC’s chest. 

* Yoosung.exe has stopped responding

* His cheeks turn a brilliant shade of red as he stumbles over his words for an apology, his eyes looking anywhere but MC’s face as he takes slow steps backward, a dozen excuses on his lips.

* Lucky for him, MC merely finds his clumsiness endearing (If they kiss him when he gets flustered like that it’ll be an instant K.O, 100% guaranteed)

* Just a big flustered mess really, and MC just lives for it

ZEN:

* Yes, yes, he’s Zen, musical actor prodigy, he’s a ladies man, so suave e.t.c e.t.c...

* Until it comes to the person he likes. Oh boy, he is a m e s s when he sees MC’s face, when they walk by him, when they simply exist in his vicinity really.

* He’d met MC for a cup of coffee, and when they asked him how his new play is coming along, he couldn’t help himself but excitedly start talking about it, his hands moving animatedly as he spoke with a fiery passion...

* ....only those very hands managed to swat MC’s cup of coffee and throw it flying off the table, straight to MC’s legs

* He’s flabbergasted for a moment, before immediatly shooting up from his hair and rushing to MC, checking them up and down for any injuries, apologising profusely.

* He’s on his knees in front of them, grabbing a dozen tissues to put onto their now coffee-stained pants, before he realises the...predicament he put himself in.

* Slowly he looks up from his kneeled position and straight to MC’s reddened face, his own pale skin now resembling a tomato

* (10/10 his hair would do that Ghibli fluffy thing from the shock)

* He scoots away immediatly, apologising with a soft stutter, trying to control the BeastTM from coming out-this was barely their first date, he couldn’t scare MC off now, not yet-

* Lost in his own worried thoughts, he didn’t hear MC’s soft giggle at first. By the time he did, they were already trying their best to conceal their giggle behind their palms.

* “You’re so cute Zen”, MC says after a moment, “I’m glad I got to see this side of you”.

* He’s Shocked for a long moment, before he finds his inner suaviness yet again.

* “Oh, you haven’t seen nothing yet my love” he says and well, now it’s MC’s turn to become a reddened tomato.

JUMIN:

* This man is nearly impossible to fluster

* He’s always straightforward and confident with what he says, his whole being exuding a sort of confidence only a man in his position could ever have.

* And yet, Jumin Han is in fact human, and even he has his embarassing moments.

* One such moment being when, in those few days he lived with MC before the party, he decided to take a shower...

*...only he forgot to inform MC that the bathroom would be occupied.

* Chaos ensues as MC nonchalantly opens the bathroom door (you can thank the penthouse’s soundproof walls for the fact that they didn’t hear the water running), and lo and behold, they are met with one wide-eyed, very, very naked Jumin, his hands paused midway through lathering shampoo on his hair.

* MC blinks once, twice before screaming an apology, immediatly shutting the door as they rushed away form the bathroom probably to go hide their face into the couch and scream bc hOLY MOLY-

* Jumin was quick to exit the bathroom, now (thankfully?) clothed, his hair still dripping water onto the towel wrapped around his shoulders as he quietly walked besides MC, flopping quite ungracefully onto the couch.

* His hands were interlocked, resting between his legs as he looked down to them unstaringly.

* MC was quite...scared at first. Was he mad? Was he scared of MC, the mega-privacy-intruding-perv?? Why was he saying nothing? Why wouldn’t he just loo at MC?!

* “Um-” he started eventually and-was that a blush spreading from the nape of his neck all the way to his ears??

* “I’m-I should’ve mentioned I was in the shower my- my apologies.”

* My Lord and the Heavens Above, Jumin was FLUSTERED. MC had no words, they simply kept looking on to him, the way he fumbled with his fingers, a nervous tick or so it seemed, his mouth set into an almost-pout.

* “It’s alright-it was a sight I could get used to” MC eventually shrugs, making Jumin even more horribly flustered

* MC you shameless perv~

JAEHEE:

* At a glance, Jaehee seems like a perfect, composed and serious buisnesswoman, exuding a quiet confidence not very unlike Jumin’s, except for its subtleness, the way she holds herself poised and graceful, yet practiced. Oh, so practiced.

* She’s the epitomy of that ‘I’m internally screaming’ meme, really. She might seem cool and composed on the outside, but the slightest thing can make her brain hay-wire, a dozen screaming voices yelling in embarassement inside her mind.

* So when she finally meets MC, when she starts working in the cafe with her, having to work side-by-side with her crush on the daily and not make a fool of herself? Ohhhhh boy, Baehee’s got her work cut out for her

* That blessed embarassing moment comes way faster than one would think-on the opening day of the cafe, actually.

* She’s brewing coffee, lost in thought as she took in the aroma of the freshly ground coffee beans, a steaming jug of milk beside her as she gently rested her hand on the brewing cup’s handle, when MC approached her from behind.

* Not one used to physical affection, the moment MC leaned close and rested their head on Jaehee’s shoulder, asking her how the coffee was coming along, she was instantly snapped out of her daydream.

* The proximity, the scent of MC invading her senses, the feel of the one she loves leaning their body against hers-Jaehee’s consciousness SNAPPED.

* She immediatly jolted, her hand flying from the brewing coffee, her plam accidentantly slamming straight onto MC’s face in her flabber-gasted shock.

* The soft ‘ouch’ from MC as they rubbed their reddened nose made her eyes widen, her lips tremble-oh no oh shit, did she do that?! Oh no, MC will think she’s such a goof, they’ll regret ever starting this project with her, they’ll-

* “Wow Jaehee, you sure throw a mean punch” MC giggled, their pain long forgotten at Jaehee’s flustered expression. 

* “You-I’m-sorry! I don’t- you were so close and you look so pretty and-”

* Baehee error 404; did she just say that? Did she just-

* She immediatly turned away, hiding the furious blush spreading on her face, bringing her hands to cover her mouth in shock.

* “Awe, you look even prettier though” MC shrugged, and just like that-Jaehee slowly turned around, a spark of hope in her eyes, a trembling smile on her lips.

* She didn’t have time to answer-not when MC already snaked their arms around her waist again, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before moving on to finish the coffee Jaehee started.

* (Yes she would think of that kiss for the whole day and scream into her hands when alone in the storage room)

SAEYOUNG/SEVEN:

* This boy loves to pull pranks, and generally is...pretty darn shameless 

* That, however, doesn’t mean he can’t be flustered with enough effort.

* He’d been on another Dr. Pepper and Honey Buddha Chips binge, pulling yet another all-nighter when MC walked into his office, a frown on their lips.

* “Saeyoung! I told you a dozen times to stop eating so much of those chips and soda. It’s bad enough for your health that you’re staying up so late, but eating junk food like that you’ll also ruin your stomach!” MC chided him, their hands on their hips.

* On the one hand, Saeyoung wanted to roll his eyes, tell MC he’s fine, he’s been on this shitty diet way before MC and hey, he’s still alive! On the other hand though, he knew MC is only saying this out of love and care for him, and well, having someone to look out for him like that felt great.

* MC approached him, ready to grab the half-empty chips bag from the table, only when they leaned close to grab the bag...

* ...Seven opened his mouth to speak....except a loud burp came out instead, straight beside MC’s ear.

* They both remained silent for a moment, unblinking before Seven realised what he’d done, his mouth agape in shock.

* He blinked once, twice, staring at MC’s face for a reaction, for any reaction oh my god he was so embarased-

* MC turned to him with an even bigger frown, grabbing the bag of chips and dangling it in front of Seven’s face.

* “No. More. Chips.* they emphasised, and Seven could do little else but gulp and nod, too afraid to open his mouth again in case another unholy burp like that escaped his insides.

* He ran a hand through his hair, trying to play off the reddening of his cheeks, the silly smile that nervously found it’s way on his face.

* Before MC could leave the room, he leaned back on his chair and called out;

* “Hey MC-does this mean we just took our relationship to the next level?”

* Insert ‘Hi I’m Chandler and I like to make jokes when I’m nervous’ gif here

JIHYUN/V:

* This marshmallow of a man is so gentle and soft-spoken, it’s actually quite difficult to imagine him embarassed

* And yet, he’s the easiest to fluster out of anyone in the RFA!

* Even a simple compliment can make this spicy mint boy’s cheeks flare up, a silly little smile finding its way to his lips as he nervously bites them, a tell-tale sign of his flusterdness.

* Once, before he got the surgery for his eyesight, he walked to the sofa MC was sitting at, aiming to sit besides them-

* -Only he didn’t notice that MC was in fact laying down on the couch, not sitting on it, effectively throwing his entire weight onto MC’s thighs.

* He only realised what he’d done after patting MC’s legs with his hands, hearing the soft ‘oof’ MC let out as he sat. 

* He immediatly shot up, waving his hands in the air as he furiously apologised, leaning down to find MC’s face and hold it in his hands, asking them if he hurt them, if they were okay-

* “Damn V, if you wanted to sit on my lap all you had to do was ask” MC says with a wiggle of the eyebrows (joke’s on you MC, minty boyo can’t see s h i t rn), and well, it took everything in V’s willpower to not faint into a tomato-coloured puddle onto the floor at that.

* Pls don’t fluster this poor lanky mint, he literally can’t Take It

-Send me scenarios/headcanons for the mystic messenger characters to react to!-