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pricklerick · 4 years ago

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Thanksgiving used to be Summer’s favorite holiday.

It meant spending two whole nights with Jerry’s parents and waking up early and going for a long walk in the snow, then peeling off wet clothes just in time to watch the dog show on TV while grandma baked pumpkin pie.

Things are different now, with Grandpa Rick and Morty gone. Dad, of course, had instantly accused Grandpa Rick of kidnapping Morty. Mom had screamed that her father would never do something like that to his family, to her (even know Summer knows that deep down, her mother was very afraid that Grandpa Rick had done exactly that).

The divorce was so ugly that Summer transferred to a school in Texas, losing a bunch of her class credits just to get away from them.

Texas is good. Well, it’s hot, and Summer’s skin hates that, but the people are nice and her classes are easy, and if she stays within a certain neighborhood, she can find whatever she wants without having to edge over to the east side of town.

She even has a finance. David plays football and his parents own a ranch in the Texas hill country. They have a little money and they like to flaunt it.

Years ago, before Grandpa Rick burst into Summer’s life and started taking her little brother on adventures, before portal guns and real guns and near death experiences became Summer’s adrenaline fix, she would have been thrilled to nail down a guy like David. David is kind, and sweet, and very attractive. He’s got a good future and he’s looking at being scouted as quarterback next year.

Summer’s ring is a gaudy thing, at least two carats, and it sits heavy on her finger. She only wears it when she knows she’ll be with David or the in-laws. It’s an heirloom ring, passed down through generations, and Summer hates it. She’s forever fiddling with it, or pulling her sleeve down to cover it, or hiding it in her back pocket when she’s out with girl friends.

She doesn’t go out as often anymore - they’re seniors now, and Summer has been told that the partying needs to slow down now that David’s future is getting serious. Summer is fine with this. There’s nothing on this earth that matches a party in space, anyway.

Sometimes, Summer looks up at the night sky and wonders how she could get her hands on some of Grandpa Rick’s K-Lax. That was good stuff.

It’s easy to justify spending Thanksgiving away from home because of travel expenses and final exams. Summer’s done it three years in a row now. She doesn't often think of Beth, or of Jerry, either. She’s deeply entrenched in a new family now, invested in a future mother-in -law who insists on being called “Mama June” or even just “Mama,” and an emotionally detached father-in-law who feels that talking to a woman who is not his wife is beneath him.

Summer is spending more and more time outside, looking at the stars, wishing, remembering.

But this week, the week before break, at 2:43 am, Summer’s phone screen lights up with a call from “Beth Smith.” And when Summer, groggy and maybe already a little hungover, answers with a hoarse, “Hello?” Beth is slobbering drunk.

��Honey, please,” Beth cries, slurring her words and hitching her breaths. “I need to see my baby, Summer. It’s Thanksgiving, next week. Summer, remember? Remember Thanksgiving? You... You’re all I have left.”

Yeesh.

Summer does not want to spend her break dealing with Beth and all of her sloppy-alcoholic coping mechanisms.That’s why she’d run away to Texas to begin with.

Summer hasn’t been home since the night they lost Morty.

She doesn’t want to go back. So she shushes Beth over the phone, lets her cry it out and then they start it all again, the crying and the shushing, over and over until Beth is nearly asleep, slurring half-formed words into her pillow.

Summer disconnects the call and drops her face into her hands. “Fuck.”

“What, babe?”

Ugh, she’d forgotten that David had stayed over.

David wraps his greedy arms around Summer’s waist and pulls her in, his naked boner brushing hot against her thigh. It makes her sick. She pulls away from him, leaning against the headboard and fumbling for the lamp. Beside her, David blinks owlishly in the light.

“I’m going home for Thanksgiving,” she tells him. No sense dragging it out.

“Oh,” says David, reaching up to stroke Summer’s cheeks and twine his fingers in her hair. Summer tenses at this, but David is oblivious, still carding his big stupid paws though Summer’s shower-damp braids and looking at her with an intensity that is frankly... terrifying. “What about coming back to Pilot Point, babe?,” he reminds her and he leans forward in an effort to pepper Summer’s face with kisses. Summer dodges them, making a show of reaching for her phone, so David grabs her hand instead. “Remember talking about seeing my folks?”

Summer is suddenly disgusted with herself. She ran away from home straight into the arms of this Mama’s boy who can hardly keep it up for the four and a half minutes it takes him to blow his load in missionary position.

Summer is a Sanchez.

She’s wondered for a while, especially after that stunt Dad pulled during the divorce, if she should have her name legally changed. She shares a quarter of Grandpa Rick’s genes, and by her rights as a Sanchez, the universe owes her good sex.

At least.

“Sorry, David,” she says and she deftly rolls away from him to stand at the edge of their shared bed. “Plans have changed. Mom needs me.”

Now David is sitting up, looking for all the world like a kicked puppy, but there’s a hardness in his eyes that Summer doesn’t like. Oh well. In for a penny, she guesses.

“Listen, dude, this isn’t working anyway. I’m not the hot little wifey on your arm that your parents are hoping you’ll find here.” She snorts, pacing around the bedroom, ticking off points on her fingers. “I don’t even want kids. I’m Summer Sanchez. I’ve been to space. I’ve seen the stars and constellations and comets and asteroids. I’ve met people you wouldn’t believe. I’ve met planets you wouldn’t believe - sentient planets, David! I’ve hit alien drugs that would blow your tiny mind.” She’s trembling now, all keyed up, but it feels good. There’s something cathartic about acknowledging the truth after so long.

She decides that Summer Sanchez has a nice ring to it.

She lifts her hands and twirls, landing in a heap at the foot of the bed. “The best sex I ever had was with a flying lamb on Oourivian Prime, for Chrissakes.” Summer turns, flushed and grinning, and pokes David in the chest. “You better believe I’m not settling down on a silly horse farm in Pilot Point!”

David is looking at her wide-eyed and slack-jawed, like he’s seeing her for the first time. The thought makes Summer smile a real smile. In a fit of giddiness, she pecks him playfully on the lips, sliding his ridiculous ring from her finger and curling it into his palm. “Good luck with that, babe!”

Feeling freer than she has in years, she flutters around the room, grabbing a few outfits that she likes and stuffing them haphazardly into an old gym bag. The whole thing takes less than a minute.

“Oh, and don’t take it too hard,” she calls over her shoulder, “I don’t think we’re really all that sexually compatible, anyway.” She waves a hand toward the flagging erection that is peaking from David’s boxers. “I’m more of a tentacle kind of girl, if you know what I mean.”

And so, during the fall semester of her senior year, Summer Sanchez dropped out of Texas A&M’s pre-law program and flew home to see her mother for the first time in three years.

xxx

Morty enters through the front door because he’s not a stranger. He’s not exactly sure how long it’s been on Earth - time moves differently on Morty’s waste planet - but somehow, he hadn’t expected it to be night. It makes him feel like a burglar, walking up the concrete steps to the front door with his big black cowl pulled low over his face, a deeply ingrained habit.

“You’ve only got one face, Mo-AAAUURRGG-rty. Don’t get caught with it.”

The key code to unlock the door is the same. Morty sighs, surprised at the stress that leaves his body with this revelation. He hadn’t wanted to break into his parents’ home. Now, he doesn’t have to.

He whirls around, taking one last look at the ship he’d parked on the garage pad. He’d avoided the streetlamps best he could, managed to land very quietly (thanks for that rad auto-landing feature, Rick)partially concealed behind some overgrown azaleas.

Morty sighs, tense again. Modifications aside, that is obviously Rick’s ship to anybody who knows it. Morty hopes he can get what he needs and get out. It would be wrong to disturb whatever peace his family had managed to regain in the years he’s been gone.

The front door is squeakier than Morty remembers. He slips into the kitchen as quickly, quiet as a ghost, and pulls the door slowly to behind him.

His first thought is that he’d forgotten that home has a smell. Carpet and lemon pledge and laundry detergent, and the lingering scent of last night’s dinner all converge on his senses like a physical blow to the gut.

How could Morty have forgotten that smell?

He glances around, eyes adjusting to the dim light of the street lamps. A few scattered dishes lie in the sink, an empty wine bottle sits abandoned on the counter. He’s standing on the same ugly linoleum floor with its worn green leaf patten, so subtle you’d miss it if you didn’t know where to look.

Time hasn’t touched the kitchen.

Morty stands in his childhood home and takes three deep breaths. He thought he’d been prepared for anything and everything - all the changes. He’d been ready.

But the house is exactly the same.

It’s Morty who has changed.

Morty’s breathing speeds, and he shakes off the shudder that tempts to run down his spine. If the kitchen affected him this deeply…. He swings his gaze to the garage door that beckons ominously to his left.

Don’t think about it, he reminds himself sharply. The plan is simple - break into the garage, grab the stuff, and get out. There will be time for memories later.

Don’t think about it. Don’t think about… him.

Morty shakes himself, setting his shoulders and pulling the heavy door handle toward him as he turns it to minimize noise. Unlike the kitchen, the swing of the garage door is silent.

The darkness deepens as Morty steps down the single step - there are no windows to let in the glow of the street lights here. The air is hotter and heavy, almost stale, and as Morty turns his back to the room to slowly pull the door to, he gets the strangest feeling. It’s almost the uneasiness he feels when he walks to the grave of the other Morty who is buried in the backyard. It raises the hairs on his neck, and Morty wonders if anybody in the family have used this garage since...

Don’t think about it.

Door secured and locked, Morty lets his fingers drift along the walls, his opposite hand outstretched in search of obstacles. But it seems that the garage is exactly as Morty remembers, and he navigates the dark with increasing confidence. He snags the dangling string - right where it should be - and tugs. The bare bulb that hangs over Rick’s work table pops and hums as it slowly blinks on, and Morty bites back a smile at the irony of the inter-galactic space genius Rick Sanchez discovering his greatest scientific breakthroughs beneath this dirty fluorescent bulb.

A thousand memories assault him at once.

“A hair, Morty, I need one of your hairs!”

“Bring me the thing. The thing. The thing. The -- the -- it's got, like, buttons on it and lights on it. It -- it -- it beeps.”

“You little son of a bitch! Y-y- are you a simulation?! Huh?! Are you a simulation??”

“I’m the Rickest Rick there is. And you know, it would - UUUURRGGHH- go without saying that the Rickest Rick… would have the Mortyest Morty.”

“Be better than I am.”

“Don’t… Don’t think about it.”

Morty sucks in a deep breath and grits his teeth hard. Time to get busy.

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Three hours later, and Morty is almost done with the garage.

He glances at the digital clock that reads 3:33. By the time he gets this stuff loaded, it’ll be nearly daylight.

Damn, he’d really hoped to get everything in one trip. Fuel for a trip to Earth from his encampment is not cheap, and this was a long trip.

He picks up the first item, a strangely lightweight box labeled “Time Travel Stuff” and heads toward the kitchen. He dares not raise the garage door - that would make too much noise.

He opens the door and comes nose to nose with Summer.

“What. The fuck. Are you doing in my grandpa’s garage?” she says slowly, advancing on him with each word.

Morty’s first thought as he stumbles backward is, “Where did my sister get a pistol?”

He trips over the step in an effort to give her some space, sending the box flying. He finds himself sprawled on the floor, space bits everywhere, and his ass is killing him. “Ah, geez,” he breathes, repositioning slowly to take the pressure off of his coccyx. It’s probably broken.

Summer’s hands are trembling, and she lowers the gun. “Morty?”

Oh. His hood had fallen when he did. Morty looks up at her, a little sheepishly, suddenly very aware of the beard he’d decided to grow a while back. “Umm, yeah,” he says lamely, still wincing at the pain. “Hi!”

There’s a funny expression on Summer’s face, like she’s thinking a billion things at once, and her eyes are wider than Morty’s ever seen them. But then her gaze hardens. “And which one are you?” she demands, looking as if she’d like to bring the gun back to his head.

Morty raises his eyebrows. He wouldn’t have expected Summer to immediately question his dimension. Clever of her. He quirks a little smile. “C-137,” he answers her, trying and mostly failing to get back on his feet. “I’m your Morty. Well, your second Morty.”

Quick as a blink, Summer slings the gun away. It lands with a clatter and she launches herself at Morty, wrapping him in a rib-creaking hug. Morty’s body tenses - hugs are definitely not his typical physical interaction. But Summer is burying her face into the crook of his neck, and Morty is surprised to find how easily it fits there. When he’d left, they’d barely stood eye to eye.

Morty is stunned. Summer has never hugged him like this. Feebly, he reaches up and lays his hand across her back. She’s shuddering. So Morty pulls her closer, shifting his weight so that his knees are beneath him, and gathers her in. She allows this, never looking up at him, and slowly, Morty relaxes into it.

“Summer?” he asks softly after what feels like a long time. He’s never been good with his sister’s emotions.

Summer cranes her neck sideways to look at him, and she’s a mess of mascara and tears, red-faced and absolutely shaking with laughter. Morty huffs with her, still utterly bewildered by girls. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing’s funny, Morty,” she tells him, but she’s still laughing, so Morty laughs with her. “You’ve been gone for three years. You’ve been legally declared dead, you asshole!” She swats him on the shoulder, but he manages to doge the blow, which only makes her face fall. She comes closer, looking more tearful now than before, and settles beside him. “We had a fucking funeral for you, you complete sack of dicks!”

Morty doesn’t know what to say, so he grabs Summer’s hand and squeezes. “Sorry.”

And he is.

Summer rolls her eyes and snorts, but there’s something softer at the edge of her lips, and she lays her head on Morty’s shoulder and sighs. Morty assumes means he’s forgiven, at least on some level.

They only sit like that for a minute or so before Morty starts to fidget. His ass is absolutely killing him, and time’s a-ticking. He needs to get out of here soon. Summer seems to read the tension in his body, because she stands abruptly and offers her hand, pulling him to his feet with an exaggerated groan.

“Thanks,” he quirks her a little half-smile, the only thing he has to offer her.

But Summer isn’t looking at him. Her eyes are tracking around the garage, noting the boxes that have been drug out and packed up. Something tightens in her face, and when she speaks, it’s in that no-nonsense tone that always drove him up the wall when they were kids.

“What happened, Morty?” Summer finishes her sweep of the garage and pins her gaze on him.

Morty nearly stumbles back at the intensity of it.

“What happened to you? Where is Grandpa Rick?”

Authors Notes:

Based on Vapor Morty, who was originally developed in this hot mess of a text post. Rick’s been kidnapped and Morty has been scouring the universe trying to find him and doing a lot of learning and growing along the way.

Kidnapped Rick saw Morty “die” just before he was kidnapped and went crazy over it. Morty obviously wasn’t dead, was trying to get to Rick to say hey, I’m all good and these guys are after you so let’s get out of here.

Morty literally lives in an intergalactic dumpster and makes a living renovating and selling weapons and machinery. He found his way home to earth because he wants to find any of Rick’s stuff that he could possibly use to track him down, or maybe even build his own portal gun.

Basically, Morty is a little badass now.

I might write more of these little drabbles if people are interested in them. Also, just really hoping I got Summer’s voice right here. Feedback is always, always appreciated, friends! My messages and ask box are open!

#pricklerick original #rick and morty #vapor morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #rickorty #summer smith #i could pretty easily be convinced to dabble deeper into this au #so many vapor morty feelings #summer is my precious sunshine child

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barchie-fanfiction · 4 years ago

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in case you missed it...

hello from your barchie-fanfiction admins! thanks for following us - over the next few days we’ll be posting some author masterlists of some heavy hitters in the fandom (think 5+ fics!), but until then... we thought everyone needed some more season five in their lives.

so, in case you missed them... a collection of completed fics (as of march 5th) that take place somewhere in season five canon (or not canon)!

pre time jump

(stop fighting) and know our love is real Author: Littlebarchie07 Rating: General Length: 2,019 Summary: 3 times Archie starts coming to terms with potentially losing Betty and the 1 time he realises they will always be connected. Notes: Part 2/2 of The Truth series.

(stop pretending) and let our love begin Author: Littlebarchie07 Rating: General Length: 1,244 Summary: 3 times Betty lies, and the 1 time she finally admits the truth. Notes: Part 1/2 of The Truth series.

but we were something, don’t you think so? Author: societysgot Rating: General Length: 1,718 Summary: "Why didn't you tell me?" She tries to look him in the eye but finds that she can't, "That you were leaving." "Well I—" "Why Arch?" Notes: An alternate take on the bus scene, and before.

closing walls and ticking clocks Author: inthehallway Rating: Teen Length: 3,365 Summary: Maybe you need to consider why you’re really so terrified of him finding out. Is it only because you know you’ll lose him? Or is it also because you’re scared of the feelings you’ll be forced to face once he’s gone? After prom, Betty can't hide from the truth anymore. Notes: An alternate take on prom. AKA, everyone finds out.

Dancing is a dangerous game Author: Littlebarchie07 Rating: General Length: 1,081 Summary: Based on the lyrics from “you’re a cowboy like me”. Betty-Barchie centric of an AU prom scene. Notes: AKA Archie and Betty actually dance like they should have.

for what it’s worth it was worth all the while Author: bettycooopers Rating: General Length: 1,030 Summary: Betty slips into the back door of the Andrews house the way she has a thousand times before, but this morning it feels different...despite the fact that it still, somehow, feels like the most natural thing in the world. Notes: Takes place the last day of school. Aaaaand we’re sad again.

i’ve been looking sad in all the nicest places Author: societysgot Rating: Teen Length: 1,399 Summary: "It's not that simple," She went to place a hand on his arm, but he felt himself pulling away before she made contact. His voice was hoarse when he spoke. "Well, it shouldn't be this hard." Notes: They talk!! They discuss things!! Betty actually knows that Veronica knows!! A gift.

If This Was A Movie Author: booksnshows Rating: General Length: 3,228 Summary: Betty Cooper has been dreaming of prom since she was a little girl. The truth is...she always pictured going with Archie Andrews. Notes: An alternate take on prom. Written early post S4.

so give me tonight Author: bettycooopers Rating: General Length: 2,392 Summary: They (whoever they are, exactly,) say that prom night is supposed to be one of the best nights of your life. Archie Andrews would like to go on record saying that is absolute bullshit. Notes: Did someone say prom porch parallel?

there’s no warning when everything changes Author: bettycooopers Rating: General Length: 1,525 Summary: The song sounds different coming from Veronica, so it doesn’t occur to Betty until she hears it: he’s not made for this world, and neither am I. Notes: A look is worth a thousand words. Sometimes, 1500 of them.

valentine Author: spideychoni Rating: Not Rated Length: 2,333 Summary: when things fall apart in archie and betty’s relationships, will they find each other again? a graduation after party changes everything for the blonde haired girl and the redheaded boy. Noted: A graduation after party?? Eyes emoji.

You Were The Someone Waiting For Me Author: darlingfilms Rating: Teen Length: 1,123 Summary: Picture this, it’s the senior prom in Riverdale and Betty and Archie go with their partners, but it’s clear who they’d rather be with. Notes: The author mentions there’s another chapter, but it’s marked as completed, so! Enjoy!

time jump

'tis the damn season Author: bettycooopers Rating: Mature Length: 13,878 Summary: you could call me babe for the weekend 'tis the damn season A Taylor Swift inspired "we're dating, but only during the holidays" AU told in five parts. Notes: Liberties taken - namely, they do talk within those years, and Archie doesn’t get deployed - but otherwise follows canon. Also, it’s epic.

all i want for christmas Author: bettycooopers Rating: General Length: 3,527 Summary: Archie’s heard of an orphan Christmas before, but he didn’t actually think he’d have one...at least, not yet. Notes: Written pre-S5, so FP doesn’t leave!

come home to my heart Author: inthehallway Rating: Mature Length: 9,248 Summary: He’s only been here for a few hours, and she already feels like a piece of her that’s been missing for too long is shifting back into place. But he's going to leave in a few days, and they'll have to say goodbye to each other all over again. She wonders if this will even be worth the pain it's going to cause them both in the end. Two years after graduation, Archie visits Betty at Yale. Notes: Sequel to didn’t know you were golden ‘til i tore your heart open. Written after S4, so Archie goes to the navy, not the army!

post time jump

all the bad dreams that you hide Author: bettycooopers Rating: General Length: 2,708 Summary: Betty has control of the nightmares. At least, that's what she tells herself. Notes: Based off of that Roommates Theory we all fell prey to. What happened in Albany, Cher?! Tell us!!!

Honey Author: JemmaLynn13 Rating: Mature Length: 6,755 Summary: A post shower fic where Betty finds herself wearing Archie's bathrobe with no other clothes to change into. Notes: Seriously, how did this girl get home? Alice is gonna find out by 5x07, at this rate.

Hush, I’m Here Author: NewObsessed Rating: Teen Length: 1,350 Summary: He stares up at the ceiling. Everytime he closes his eyes, all he sees is the battlefield and his fellow soldiers laying motionless across the grounds. Still he tries to let sleep come. After what feels like mere seconds, his eyes pop open again. Only this time, it isn’t because of his nightmare. It's because of someone else’s. Her scream slices through the silence of the house. Notes: We may have lost roommates in canon, but not in fic!!! The potential, friends.

i am your secret, baby, watch me unfold Author: bettycooopers Rating: Explicit Length: 3,151 Summary: Betty turns on her stereo and pours herself a drink, smiling – the idea of parading around her empty house in lingerie with her makeup done and a highball glass of gin while she waits for Archie is appealing, to say the least. Notes: You know what we didn’t lose, though? Friends with benefits. Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

“If I kissed you right now, what would you do?” Author: bettycooopers Rating: Not Rated Length: 765 Summary: It’s past midnight when Betty texts him and tells him to meet her outside the auto shop. He shrugs on a sweatshirt and texts her back (for any particular reason, betts?) as he’s making his way out of the house, not bothering to wait for her to answer. He knows he’s going to end up there, anyway. Notes: A fun mini ‘verse where Betty pretends for all of five seconds that 5x05 was a one time thing. Whatever you say, Cooper!

jump into the heat Author: MaiaSpeedster Rating: Teen Length: 444 Summary: As they kissed and undressed each other, Betty couldn’t help but to think how dumb she had been to waste all of these years. She already knew how good Archie was at kissing, but the way he ran his hands over her figure and pressed his body to hers… God, she had never felt anything like it. Notes: Betty’s thoughts during 5x05. Y’know. About that scene. We think you know the one.

just for now Author: staryu Rating: General Length: 713 Summary: where Betty leaves but Archie is sad and really wants her to stay. Notes: Everyone, including Archie, wanted him to ask Betty to stay during 5x06, right? It’s okay, Arch, fic’s got you covered.

let’s go somewhere they might discover us Author: bettycooopers Rating: Explicit Length: 3,670 Summary: Archie’s synapses are clearly slower than usual, but he manages to look over at her subtly enough and raise his brow in a want to get out of here sort of way and Betty smiles, looking over to Kevin. “I think I’m going to let,” she pats Archie on the shoulder and raises her brows, “Sergeant Andrews here walk me home.” Notes: Based off of 5x06 stills. Drunk Archie! Exhibionist Barchie! A Betty who is terrible at friends with benefits! Yeah!

light my fire Author: bettycooopers Rating: Explicit Length: 2,797 Summary: Betty wakes up frustrated. She goes to bed frustrated. Riverdale is frustrating, in general – but the fact that she’s living in her childhood bedroom with Archie Andrews only a few hundred yards away, looking frustrating all the time is making it worse. Much worse. Notes: Based off of that still Roberto posted of Archie in firefighter gear. Yeah, you know the one.

lock the door (and throw out the key) Author: bettycooopers Rating: Explicit Length: 8,269 Summary: Cheryl’s always been one for chaos, and this key party seems like the kind of thing that will cause it no matter who winds up together. Notes: What’s going to be more chaotic, the actual key party (if it happens), or the events of this fic? Place your bets!

Love’s under a lock and key Author: creative_soul Rating: Mature Length: 3,306 Summary: Seven years have past since Betty left Riverdale behind. Seven years have passed since she last saw Jughead, Veronica and Archie... but now here she is seven years later on the steps of Thistle House. Notes: So... you’ve heard about the key party theory by now, right?

Our place, we make the rules Author: Littlebarchie07 Rating: Teen Length: 1,816 Summary: Betty goes over to Archie’s house for a *not* midnight hookup the night of the shower scene but is surprised when Jughead answers the door. Post 5x05. Notes: Betty is the least subtle she’s ever been, and also made us laugh out loud with one line in particular.

tell me you love me on the bathroom floor Author: soldierwitch Rating: Mature Length: 804 Summary: It’s been seven years since Betty’s had Archie. Though in hindsight she realizes that what she had back then was just a taste. A chaste kiss on the lips, a slip of the tongue. Underneath the stream of water coming from his shower head, she wonders what she really knew of him physically. Notes: Set during the shower scene.

That Shower Scene Author: ThisCalmsMe Rating: Explicit Length: 3,420 Summary: Barchie shower scene, that's it. That's the summary. NOT for underage viewing. Notes: The author said it themselves, but you know what scene this is. Can you believe we get to tag this as canon? Us neither!

The Small Hours Author: network_connectivity_issues Rating: Teen Length: 2,632 Summary: Just a little angsty bonding between Betty and Archie based on some of the snippets and speculation coming out of the Time Jump trailer. Notes: This fic is god tier. End of.

Through Fire and Rain Author: Littlebarchie07 Rating: Teen Length: 1,218 Summary: The aftermath of the fire at Archie’s house, Betty asks him to stay with her. Takes place after 5x06 Notes: The 5x07 subplot we deserve!

Who’s That at the Door? Author: CanaryWidow Rating: Teen Length: 1,853 Summary: A 5x07 speculation fic where Betty and Archie are tiptoeing around their true feelings for each other in a FWB relationship. Reality, in the form of Glen, comes knocking at their door--literally. Notes: Give us jealous Archie, we’re here for jealous Archie!

“You didn’t have to do this, you know.” Author: staryu Rating: Not Rated Length: 473 Summary: here have jealous betty at a bar! Notes: Give us jealous Betty, we want jealous Betty!

“You didn’t have to scare me like that.” Author: bettycooopers Rating: Not Rated Length: 485 Summary: Betty wakes from the nightmare (the nightmare, the one she always has) gasping for air and presses her hand to her face. She sucks in a long breath, the way Dr. Starling had instructed – why she had even mentioned the nightmares to her mandatory therapist, she’s not sure, but the only thing that’s even come close to useful from their sessions has been the deep breathing. Notes: Okay, but we all had at least considered that Betty could’ve been pointing that gun at Archie, right?

you ought to keep me concealed just like i was a weapon Author: bettycooopers Rating: Explicit Length: 4,037 Summary: “We’re getting that fucking house back,” Betty says, her voice low. “There’s no other option.” Notes: We’re still yelling about this one.

#type: masterlist #setting: canon #setting: s5 au #status: complete

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axther · 5 years ago

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Heyo! i reread your rules and i was wondering if i could request a little something? maybe Hatsume(if you write for her, if not it’s okay!) and Jirou with a Support Course s/o? i thought the idea was really cute^^ Thanks for your time! -LesBean Anon

the return of the queen

Hatsume

Teamwork made the dream work, or so they say.

Hatsume knew otherwise. For as long as she could remember, she always worked by herself. She was fully capable of getting her designs written so they would satisfy her customers and be sent to the people who made it. But then Hatsume realised; someone had to make her babies.

So, she decided, she would watch them make it. She didn’t know who it was. She didn’t trust them.

Across the campus, there was a workshop for the kids with quirks that were meant for support and making support items. It was legendary in that none of the creators let anyone else in the Support Course in, much less so the General and Hero Courses. They were insanely protective over what they made, and it was bad enough that even teachers avoided the workshop.

But Hatsume feared no man, not for her babies.

The sky was beginning to go orange when Hatsume started strutting to the workshop. Steam and smoke clouded the air around it, but she could see cluttered pieces of metal around the ground. She even recognised a few scrapped versions of her jet back and hydraulic bracers. Several students passed by as she took in the sight, whispering to each other.

“No way,” One of the muttered, someone with a clear dog quirk. “They’re not gonna let her in.”

“Did you hear? Vlad King tried to go in to get one of his students, and they ganged up on him and literally kicked him out.” The other, with a head shaped like a baseball, tittered back.

“Yikes.”

Hatsume huffed. There was no way that someone was going to get between her and her babies.

She shoved open the door and realised quite suddenly that there was no smoke or steam inside the building. Somehow, it was all condensed to outside, and Hatsume couldn’t help but feel curious.

There was the distant banging of metal on metal, but it was the only sound besides the humming of machinery and coolers.

And it was clearly the sound of the only person there.

Hatsume walked down the hall, eyeing shut and locked doors with interest before seeing a large one, like a factory entrance, open. Golden-orange light spilt out, and she peeked in.

The inside was enormous, with a forge as the centrepiece and different sized water tanks all around it. There was a large anvil, but the best part was the funnel that was filled with molten metal. It was bright orange and lowered so it would be poured into a mould.

But best of all was the gorgeous creature pouring it.

She was tall, much taller than Hatsume. She lifted her arm to strike down onto the mould, and her arms showed muscles that would’ve made moderate bodybuilders cry. She fit what hair she could into a cap, and when she turned to take a drink of water, literal steam hissed and left her mouth.

And speaking of mouths, Hatsume had to clamp her’s shut.

The sound made the girl stop her drinking and turn, a mouth full of water before she let it out as steam through her nose. Hatsume blinked.

“Who’re you?” The girl murmured, and Hatsume quickly realised that the girl was almost rearing up, and also had a massive hammer in her hand. “What do you want?”

“I’m Hatsume Mei!” She spat out as quickly and confidently as possible. She didn’t notice the girl begin to relax but continued babbling. “I make support items, and I wanted to see who makes them, and wow, you have really nice proportions and do you think that maybe sometime you could model for me? You’re about the size of a full-grown adult and it’d be nice for me to have a person to work with for future reference, oh, and I know that I’m bursting in on your place, but I just wanted to see my babies and the place where they’re made and I was wondering if you knew who made them, it looks like here isn’t where there’s a lot of precision work, so if you could just point me in the direction-”

Before Hatsume could finish her rant, a handful of papers were shoved into her face. Hatsume recoiled but realised several things at once. One, the girl’s hands were scarred and absolutely fantastic, and two, the girl was holding Hatsume’s own designs for her Auto Balancers.

“Hatsume Mei. 1-H, right?”

“You’re…?” Hatsume, for once, was shocked silent.

“I’ve worked on all of your creations that you sent in through here.”

“What? All of them? In a forge?” Hatsume could feel euphoria beginning to bubble within her. “How?”

“I always took the projects until they just decided to hand them all off to me. I might not look it, but precision work is my thing.” The girl remained cool and collected while Hatsume began jumping up and down.

“No way! You assembled all of my babies?!”

The girl said nothing, but smiled and turned back around.

“Then the High-Density Weights?! Are they here?”

The girl pointed a hand at a nearby table before taking the cooled metal and throwing it into a nearby shute in the wall. She tugged the funnel back down and started pouring again.

“These are perfect!” She held the weights up, and she nearly dropped them. “You really are the best!”

The girl smiled. “Thanks.“

“And what are you working on now?”

“The Auto Balancers. Since they need to be able to detect whether or not a fall is intentional, I need to hand-make the springs. But right now, I’m getting the panels done.”

“Ahh.” Hatsume hummed. “I could marry you.”

The girl hesitated, for just a moment, before going back to the panels. “Thanks.”

“Actually, you could say we are! We’re my babies moms! Our babies!”

“Sure,” The girl giggled. “And do you know your wife’s name?”

Hatsume stopped staring dreamily at the girl’s back and stiffened. “No.”

“Y/N L/N. Or Hatsume Y/N. Or are you L/N Mei?” Y/N said, a teasing smirk on her face.

Hatsume went right back to snuggling into the chair she was in and ogling at her new wife. “I can be whatever you want.”

“Oh? Then you can stay here until I’m done and go with me to that cafe that just opened, right?”

“Oh?” Hatsume felt a blush crawl up her face. “Well, I did promise.”

“Don’t worry.” Y/n winked at Hatsume, who was ready to melt. “I’ll pay.”

Hatsume knew, then; teamwork definitely made the dream work.

Jirou

Jirou Kyoka had hobbies.

One of those hobbies was music. Another was talking to her classmates. But her favourite was watching her girlfriend.

This could be considered at nothing unusual. But seeing as her girlfriend was the number one producer of Support items in the Support Course, it meant that Jirou would be sitting inside a boiling hot room with steam all around and the constant banging of a hammer onto an anvil. Most people wouldn’t be able to bear it, and would just wait after school.

But Jirou found a certain beauty in it. And in her girlfriend’s back.

If there was one thing that Jirou had to be proud of about her girlfriend’s body, it was definitely her back. It reminded her over a swimmer’s back, fluid but definitely there. But she loved her girlfriend anyway and liked keeping her company while she finished with her projects.

Which was why Jirou sat in the Support Course’s workshop at four in the afternoon, letting her day waste away in favour of watching her girlfriend.

The sun seeped through the window, and there were some birds singing outside. Somewhere in the halls of the workshop distant music played, and there was a strange sense of peace over Jirou. She watched as Y/N murmured over a stack of designs, a finger on her chin and lost in thought. A classmate of hers, a young woman with her dreadlocks in a ponytail and green at the tips, knocked at the huge sliding doors.

“Hey, L/N, I’m heading out. Make sure to close up. Night, Jirou.” The woman waved at Jirou, who said ‘night’ right back, but all Y/N did was wave a distracted hand. She was clearly occupied, so the young woman simply left the doors cracked and walked away. Jirou turned back to her girlfriend and tried to find something to do, but slowly, the heat and setting sun and the sound of cicadas outside began lulling her to sleep. Her head slipped once, twice, and then there was nothing.

——

When Jirou woke up, she was staring at the sky.

She wasn’t walking, but felt an insurmountable warmth, like a heated blanket. She looked down and saw her legs, and then a dull orange glow. Jirou blinked once, before looking a bit further up.

Y/N was carrying her, her head high with vigilance and a look of stern concentration. Her girlfriend’s heart was literally glowing like molten lava, and some of the veins in her arms were molten, too. The whole of her hands was orange but pleasantly warm. She wondered for a second why Y/N would have to activate her quirk, before realising that they both were soaking wet.

“What happened?” Jirou murmured sleepily, before sighing and nuzzling into Y/N’s chest.

“Stayed late. It started raining, and you were asleep, so I figured that I would carry you and make a run for your dorm.”

“Hmm. Iida wouldn’t let you in.”

“He has, before. Only when you’re with me, though.”

“Hmm. Why’re you warming me up?”

“The rain would’ve woken you up.” Y/N looked down with a soft smile. “You were cute, so I wanted to keep you warm.”

Jirou smiled. “You dork.”

“Yes.” Y/N sighed. “I’m your dork, though.”

Jirou yawned, taking a deep sigh and feeling sleepy again.

“Take another nap. When we get in, I’ll need your keys, but that’s all.”

“Okay, babe.” Suddenly, Jirou snapped awake. “The movie! Our date!”

“It’s okay, Kyo.” Y/N finally looked down to nuzzle Jirou, and she couldn’t help but blush. “We could both use a nap. We can always catch another movie.”

Y/N placed a small kiss on Jirou’s forehead, and slowly but surely, she was welcomed into the arms of sleep again.

(Later that night, Iida would be making his rounds only to find Jirou’s door cracked open. He opened it slightly, but quietly shut it again after seeing Jirou and her lover sleeping, with Jirou laying over Y/N’s molten heart.)

#requests #I lovem y girls so mu ch #jirou kyoka #bnha x reader #mei hatsume #mei hatsume x reader #my hero academia x reader #jirou kyoka x reader #sailor lesbean

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rayxricci · 4 years ago

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MEET RAYANNE RICCI —

hi !! i’m jamie & this is my messy babe rayanne ! i’m super excited to be here & i can’t wait to write with everyone, so let’s get straight to it !

rayanne’s bio is right over HERE so you can read all about how she ended up in charming. below i’m gonna give a quick summary of her life in charming & her personality & some possible connections, so if you wanna plot something out, then give this a like or drop me a message !!

ray is the receptionist at charming auto, so her affiliation is ultimately with the devil’s disciples, since she kinda owes them for saving her ass but she’s not opposed to socialising or being friends with the wolves as long as the truce still stands

you’ll either find her behind the desk, drinking wine somewhere, or watering her houseplants

she’s always turning up to work with coffees & snacks for everyone, because she’s italian & she needs to feed everyone

unfortunately for most people, she comes across as a bit of a cold hearted bitch, but that’s just her way of protecting herself. anyone who is close to her could tell you that she is a softie & a lot of fun to be around

thanks to her expensive taste that she couldn’t let go of, she can sometimes be a bit overdressed, but she doesn’t care because it makes her feel like the queen that she is

she is very passionate & very charming, to the point that it’s almost manipulative. if you want someone to do something, ray’s ya girl to convince them

she’s also kinda selfish, but again that’s just her way of protecting herself after everything that she went through. she lives for herself & nobody else

commitment issues ™ — she would much rather have a bunch of hookups than ever get into a relationship again

is not afraid to fight someone

will sometimes curse at you in italian or give you italian pet names, just because it’s what her family does

CONNECTIONS !

the devil’s disciple that initially saved her ass !! i think this could be a really fun little plot

best friend, the person that she became friends with instantly after moving to charming, helped her settle in & find her way around

drinking buddy, because everyone needs one

maybe a hookup or two / fwb kinda thing ?

possible ex that she attempted to date for a month or so before backing tf out

someone that she just cannot stand whatsoever, probably for a dumb reason

sibling relationship would be cute since she has a shitty relationship with her actual siblings !

general friends !!

anything honestly

#charming.intro #this all took me stupidly long adfgj

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chickenghost1 · 4 years ago

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LSS Ads Graded

Okay so I’m gonna list as many ads as I can think of and grade them based on the stripping content within. Going from S tier down to F. S tier obviously being an all-time great and F tier being ads which are complete missed oppourtunities, where it’s teased but never happens or maybe happens completely off-screen. D tier will be ads that actually have LSS content but execute them really poorly.

I definitely didn’t list all the ads I could remember so I might do a Part 2 soon. If you have any ads you’d like to see me grade please send them in!

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adidas: B - "The parking inspector gets stripped by a supersonic tennis ball" is probably a sentence that hasn't been typed before, so points to this ad for uniqueness. I like that one of her bra straps has broken in the process, that's some nice attention to detail that you just don't see in a lot of these.

BI Norwegian Business School: B - The one scene worth noting is the hot blonde losing her business suit in a job interview. Quite a restrained embarrasment, it's fun.

Best & Less: C - Fun, but underwhelming. I like her surprised and dare I say excited reaction, but it doesn't go anywhere from there.

Citroen Happy Days: C - Good but I can't find a high quality version anywhere which doesn't help. Probably B tier if there was.

DIM: A - Both these ads are utter classics, but my favorite of the two is the one with the cat. Yes it doesn't show anywhere as much skin but the woman is an utter bombshell.

Doritos Dinamata: B - I love the build-up to the stripping. Really builds the tension. Bonus points to the shot of her scrubs coming apart at the seams, really ties it together.

Doritos Power of the Crunch: A - CLASSIC bit of LSS. Hot woman wears dress, dress flies off, hot woman gets embarrassed.

Dunlop: A - The runners version is above the tennis ones simply because there's more to it. (First they lose their tracksuits, then their uniforms). All three versions of this ad are classic though.

EU Personal Data: B - The fact that she's stripped naked is superb, but it's a damn shame we A: don't get to see actual nudity beyond some generous side boob and B: she doesn't react at all, really keeps this from the upper echelons. So close.

Elephant Auto: B - This feels like a classic LSS ad. All the flying junk gets in the way of her which doesn't help it but besides that it's great.

Gilt: B - Another ad that benefits from a build-up. It works for the payoff and it delivers. Not spectacular, and there's a version of this ad with another woman who gets stripped off-screen which is a bit of a tease but it's fun.

Juiced: S - It hits all the right notes. Losing clothes bit by bit, great evolving reaction, utterly hot woman, breasts!

Kit Kat Ice Cream: C - Nearly a B but it just falls short, love the unravelling dress but there's hardly any reaction to it. It just doesn't really reach the peaks it could.

L'Etoile: C - Really creative way of doing it, just wish it was longer.

Magnet: A - Classic ad. Enough said really.

Marks and Spencer: C - Again nearly a B but the scene where she loses her clothes is VERY brief, and is somewhat obscured by camera angles and such.

Mastika Peshtera: A - SO GOOD, I just wish we had it in better than potato quality. It also came with these nice print ads which are stills from mid-strip.

Media Markt: B - The classic vacuum sucks off dress gag, done pretty well, the girl is a babe, do wish we got to see more of her reaction but it's still fun

MetroPCS: S - Two different LSS's take place here, the highlight of course is the Bridesmaids losing their dresses simultaneously, all with different reactions. It was already pretty much S Tier off that alone but the other woman who loses her dress right after too is just sugar on top. Great shit.

NOVY TV: B - The women are hot and their reactions are great. Good solid B Tier ad.

O'Charleys Bread: C - Barely any skin is seen after the rip but her reaction is cute and the shot of the dress ripping from her shoulders is nice. Just inches into C Tier.

Odol - D: It’s creative, I’ll give it that much, but you barely see anything and it’s over so quickly.

PACT Office of Eden: A - FANTASTIC Scene where the woman's clothes rip off in slow motion as her hair falls out of it's ponytail. HOLY SHIT it's good, and it's her real lack of reaction that keeps it from being S Tier. Really great ad though, highly recommended.

Que Chosir réseaux sociaux: B - Smartly dressed woman losing her clothes piece by piece, it's good but it's still lacking somewhat. Maybe becuse its pixilated, maybe she reacts too quickly. Love it in throry but just falls short a little bit.

Sekonda: B - Lingerie? Yes. Reaction? Embarrassed. Hotel? Trivago. ...man if only Trivago had an LSS ad to their name.

Sela: S - Not only is it a fantastic LSS ad, it's a fantastic ad in general. Parkour, a love story, great visuals and titties! Also the censored version features the girl holding on to her bra in a very cute way so extra credit there.

Sex Education Show: B - A woman loses her pyjamas while falling through the sky. I love this but it's held back by the shots of her losing her clothes either being obscured or really close-up, no inbetween. Great ad though, comes close to being an all time great for me. The opening titles also have her losing her clothes too though how is happens is not as obvious, bonus points anyway.

Sheetz: B - The brunette who loses her clothes to 'the force' is a fun yet it's an oh so brief scene.

Target Color: C - The woman who gets her winter clothes blown off down to summery swimwear is fun but it's brief and there's not much reaction.

Target Jeans: B - Great reaction to her teleporting jeans but why DID she react like that? There's no one in the changing booth with her.

The Sims Katy Perry: D - I loved this when it first came out because it was a Katy Perry LSS. Like come on, Katy Perry's dress magically flying off, of course I loved it. But it really isn't that good. She doesn't react to it at all and what she's wearing underneath barely shows more skin than what she had.

Triumph V-Shape: D - I LOVE the shots of the dress turning to ribbons but in the shot where she reacts she's so far away! What is this, an LSS for ants?!?

Under the Skin: C - It's fun but brief. Simple as that.

Vestel: S - Hot blonde woman loses her clothes one by one to a magic washing machine. Fantastic. Only thing that could've made it better was actual nudity but there is generous sideboob.

Vittel: F - THIS FUCKING AD. Right, so there are two ads in this series. One male and one female. The male version has the guys clothes rip apart in very high detail for like 15 seconds and then he runs off to the bathroom in his boxers. The fact that there is a woman version of this should put it in S Tier automatically, right? Wrong. It starts with said lady lounging poolside when she goes to drink the bottle of Vittel and her clothes start to tear. Great start. But instead of reducing her to a bikini or her underwear, it just replaces what she's wearing with almost exactly the same thing, then she goes to dance on the grass. Utter fail, why did they not follow the pattern set by the other ad?!? She's by a pool for fuck's sake it writes itself!! So much potential wasted here.

Vivelle Dop: B - This is great, I just wish there was a bit more to it. Also wish there were HD versions of it but that's neither here nor there.

Westfield Online: C - Damn this had potential! The idea of a hot, smartly dressed woman getting her clothes blown off one by one is fantastic. I like what we got but what we see is HEAVILY obscured and all too brief. Doesn't help that the only copy I ever found was not quite HD. She seems to be naked at the end of it all so bonus points but this could've been so much better. If anybody ever finds a better copy of this please send it my way, it might be enough to bump it up to B.

#commercials #ads #graded #euf

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marshmallow-phd · 6 years ago

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Lies Untold

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au

Pairing: Luhan x Reader

Summary: For generations, your family has been the protectors of mankind. You were considered one of the best and due to that reputation, you were sent on what could be the most important mission for the organization. Going under cover in a college to sniff out a particularly large and threatening wolf pack seemed easy enough. But when you meet one of the members, everything you’ve known since birth will be overturned and your loyalty to your family and heritage will be tested.

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14 I Final

You watched the bartender out of the corner of your eye as he shifted over to the end of the counter to take care of another group of young women. There was something about him that giving off a very non-human vibe. Your alarm bells were already going off, but you needed to be careful. Going around and just assuming which members of this society were werewolves would give you tunnel vision and you needed to be alert. All options needed to be open to you if this mission was going to succeed.

But your eyes kept flickering over to him, this Luhan character. His soft face was intriguing to you, capturing your attention to the point that you were only partially taking in what Innie was saying. He’d smile and laugh as he conversed with the patrons. The strange thought of wanting him to come back over here and only laugh with you skirted across your mind before you shoved it away.

Since when did an attractive face distract you like this?

Tearing your eyes away, you began scanning the room, looking out for any possible signs of a wolf or anything else that could point you in the right direction.

“There he is!”

Grabbing your attention again, you followed Innie’s line of sight, where she was waving enthusiastically to a trio of boys that had just walked into the bar. The one in front, a short, brown haired guy with an obnoxiously pointy chin and puppy-like eyes, smiled brightly when he noticed Innie and quickly made his way through the crowd. As soon as he reached the two of you, he grabbed Innie’s waist and gave her a kiss that barely passed the criteria to be considered PG-13. A little more tongue and they’d be inching towards rated “R” material.

But when he pulled away, you nearly gasped.

One of the tale-tell signs of a wolf was when they were around their mate. It took a trained eye and complete focus, but when that chemical reaction of love and adoration was happening inside the wolf, his eyes reflected those emotions, flashing an amber gold for just a second as the beast pushed towards the surface. And you happened to catch this wolf’s involuntary reaction.

However, your small victory came with a price.

Not only had you identified a wolf in your first night here, you discovered the worst possible scenario that hadn’t even crossed your mind: your cousin Hae In was a mate.

As per the law, hunters didn’t touch mates unless absolutely necessary, only if they attacked first. They were still humans who were pulled into this battle against their wills, though their hormones told them otherwise. Even with that floating in the back of your head, that didn’t make the situation any easier. How were you supposed to keep your cousin out of this now?

Innie punched the wolf in the shoulder, pouting deeply. “You’re late.”

He actually whined, like he wasn’t worried that someone might wonder why a grown man was making a noise like that. “I’m sorry, babe. It’s all Chanyeol’s fault. He kept changing his shirt.”

“No idea why,” one of the others snorted. “It’s not like Lanie’s with us.”

“Both of you shut up,” the tall one growled. Okay, so that one was named Chanyeol. From the way the three of them stood, moving in sync to make sure they had a defensive edge at all times, they were definitely a pack. An instinctual habit that happened without them thinking about it.

“(y/n), this is my idiot of a boyfriend, Baekhyun,” Innie introduced playfully. Pointing to other two, she said, “The giant one is Chanyeol and that’s Jongdae. These three are absolute trouble, but don’t worry, they won’t bother you.”

“Thanks for the wonderful introduction,” Jongdae grumbled.

Baekhyun didn’t seem bothered by the slight insult, throwing an arm around Innie’s shoulders and placing a kiss to her temple.

“Guys, this is my cousin, (y/n),” Innie continued on.

The fact that these wolves knew your name and your face made you want to squirm in your seat. It was a fight against your training to always go unseen, to never be noticed. But this might be an in that you could utilise, so you slapped on a smile and waved innocently. “Hi! It’s nice to you meet you guys.”

Baekhyun nodded towards you politely before calling out, “Hey, Luhan!”

Luhan didn’t seem too thrilled to see the newest arrivals, shuffling over while grumbling to himself. His gaze set on you for just a second before turning to the others. “Don’t I see you guys enough at home?”

Home?

Was he a wolf, too?

As he made the drinks his friends requested, you watched his movements. They were quick, graceful and smooth. Yes, you were sure he was one of them as well. It would take a little more observation on your end, but it was the only conclusion. Wolves stuck together, rarely letting outsiders in. Their lives revolved around secrecy, kind of like yours.

“Here,” Luhan sighed, placing the newly made drinks down on the counter. “Now, please, don’t be too crazy. Remember, I still work here and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Baekhyun brushed off.

You frowned at his response. It bothered you, the way he didn’t seem to listen to the request, but you couldn’t explain why. You didn’t know any of these people and four of them were your enemies. How they interacted with or treated Luhan shouldn’t rub you this way.

Downing the rest of the drink, you shoved your thoughts back on the right track. You had a job to do and nothing was going to throw you off track. The family was counting on you.

You probably looked like a delinquent. From what you could sense, the front desk clerk’s eyes never left the back of your head. What could possibly be stolen in here and easily snuck out without breaking glass or setting of some kind of alarm?

It didn’t stop her from her judging, though.

A ball cap was shoved on your head, covered by the hood of your black jacket. It was your go-to cover up, the bill of the hat covering your face from most cameras and the hood covering up your hair and other identifiable parts. It helped you blend in and go unnoticed in most cases. Perhaps not so much in this very empty museum, though.

You glanced down at the screen shot on your cell phone.

Archeology4life: My museum has a pretty good selection based on the history of werewolf folklore. I’m constantly combing through it for ideas on my papers.

The IP addresses, from a phone to a college library computer, that your computer expert, Carter, had tracked all led back to this town. The girl you’d been conversing with until about six months ago had to be from this place. She wouldn’t lie about having access to these artifacts, would she? What would be the point in that?

But you’d combed over this entire museum and there was no section on werewolf folklore. You needed access to whatever this girl was talking about in order to find the one thing you were sent here to find: the book.

It’d been a legend, a myth whispered about through the generations. An entire archive of wolf anatomy, their weaknesses and their strengths, secrets that the hunters hadn’t been able to uncover in centuries not matter how hard they tried. According to lore, all of it was accumulated in a novel for a little light reading, kept hidden by the wolves. From what your internet friend had said, it seemed like it wasn’t so legendary after all. If it truly did exist, you had to get your hands on it, to give the organization the edge it needed to end the threat for good.

But how?

Walking out of the museum, you dialed Carter, hoping he’d keep this little conversation to himself.

“I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to be on radio silence,” Carter mocked the second he answered.

You rolled your eyes at the lack of a proper greeting. He was so lucky that you considered him one of your best friends.

“Shut up,” you grumbled as you hurried down the sidewalk. “I need you to track that girl’s phone again. I need to know where she is. There’s no display here at the museum so I need to know where she’s getting her information from.”

Miss Archeology4life had accidentally dropped a few bits of intel that no ordinary human would know. A rare female wolf wouldn’t be so careless, so your conclusion was that she was a mate. A mate who would lead you straight to the pack… and the book.

“I’m guessing that the family isn’t supposed to know about this?”

“I’m sure you can work your magic like no one else and make any record of this call disappear.”

Carter laughed. “I see how it is. Butter me up so I do what you want.”

“It’s not for me,” you countered. “It’s for the mission, which in turn benefits us all.”

A heavy sigh came from the other end of the line. “Fine. Give me a minute.”

You waited patiently, stopping your feet and glancing around you to make sure no one was watching you or trying to listen in. Then a building across the way caught your eye.

Lang Auto Shop.

They wouldn’t be that obvious, would they?

Part of your training was learning how to say “wolf” in different languages. Wolves were very in touch with the ancestors they came from and would often use those words in their businesses in other aspects of their lives like a secret display.

“Are you even listening to me?” Carter snapped.

“What? Sorry!” You’d been staring the shop a little too hard apparently.

“I’ve got the location. She’s at the university, in the library. And because I’m amazing, I even pinpointed the fact that she is on the first floor in the far east corner.”

You could hear the smug, self-satisfied smirk from here. “Thanks. I owe you one.”

“Just another to add to the long list.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever.” You hung up the phone before Carter could send another sarcastic comment your way.

Sliding your phone into your pocket, you slung around the camera that was hanging from your shoulder and snapped a few pictures of the shop to research later. You ran to the nearest bus stop and caught a bus that would take you to the university.

The campus was bustling with students in a hurry to make it to their next class. To try and blend in more, you took off the ball cap and stuffed it in your bag, replacing the hood to keep some sort of cover.

Finding the library was easy enough. No one stopped you, asking if you were actually a student here or not. Everyone just assumed you were, making you smile to yourself. Yes, you fit in quite nicely.

Bingo.

The girl you were looking for was the only soul around in the corner, sitting at a table and typing away at her laptop. It was kind of curious that she was here, considering the fact that you remembered vaguely of her telling you that she graduated last year. Hm. Maybe she decided to get a masters after all.

When another body joined her at the table, you slipped behind a bookshelf, allowing only the tiniest sliver of your face to peek through the books.

It was a man who joined her; professor by the looks of him, with his glasses and crisp button down. He gave her a quick peck on the lips before sitting down next to her. The two of them were so engrossed in each other, you probably could have just stood there out in the open and go unnoticed.

You gave your surroundings a quick glance before taking out your phone. In a situation like this, you preferred your Canon, but that wouldn’t exactly be discrete. So, the lesser quality pictures would just have to do for now. You clicked one, two, three pictures with perfect discretion.

“(y/n)?”

At the sound of your name, you whirled around to see Innie coming towards you, a very confused look on her face. You simply waved at her, cringing inside for being caught.

“Hey, Innie,” you greeted through gritted teeth.

“What are you doing here?” she asked. Her hand was on her hip and there was a sparkle of suspicion in her eye.

Thankfully, you were able to come up with a lie rather smoothly. “I came to check out the graphic design section.”

“Oh,” Innie blinked. “But you don’t go here.”

You shrugged. “Yeah, but that just means I can’t check them out. Nothing wrong with a little browsing to kickstart some ideas.”

That made Innie light up. “Really? What are you working on?”

“Just some… banners for a small computer company. Surveillance mostly.” Why Carter was always your go-to when you were trying to come up with a story you didn’t know, but it sure could be handy.

“Sounds interesting… and slightly stalkerish,” Innie giggled.

You rolled your eyes. “It’s for property surveillance. Like businesses and buildings, things like that. Not a spy store.”

Innie raised an eyebrow. “You kind of look like a spy right now.”

You snorted. “It’s windy outside.” As smoothly as you could, you removed the hood. You were already exposed by your cousin, might as well just relax and move on. “Why are you judging my only protection from the elements?”

“Okay, so-rry,” she sniffed. Checking her watch, she shrugged, “I’m hungry. Do you want to go grab something to eat?”

“Sure.” You needed to do some organizing and research of the tiny crumbs of information you’d managed to pick up, but you were human, too, and hadn’t eaten since earlier this morning. “Where are you thinking?”

“There’s a little pizzeria a few blocks down the street that the guys are wanting to meet at,” she replied. “You’re welcome to join us.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “Sounds good.”

“Alright, let’s go!”

You swallowed as you followed her out of the library, your fight or flight instinct already rearing up to take over. Whenever you were close like this to wolves, you were normally armed and fighting for your life, not about to order pizza and act like an average, oblivious twenty-something while they chatted away in front of you.

The pizzeria was an interesting design with dark wooden tables surrounded by old fashioned iron chairs and painted grapes outlining the ceiling. Already at one of the tables were the same group of boys from the bar as well as two other girls who seemed to the other wolves’ mates.

At the end of the table, sitting apart from the others was Luhan. Your heart leapt in your chest as you sat across from him, but you chalked it up to your trained instincts gearing up for a fight.

He smiled at you gently. “Hi, (y/n).”

“Hi,” you mumbled back.

The waitress stopped by and took everyone’s drink order before the chatter started up again. How could such a small group of people be so loud?

You stayed quiet beyond that, keeping your ears open to the others for anything vital. Soon, the waitress returned with the drinks and dropped a handful of straws in the middle of the table before walking away again. You waited for most of the straws to be picked up before reaching for yours. Big mistake.

At the same time that your fingers hit the paper wrapping, Luhan also reached for the straws and your hands brushed against each other, sending a shock of warm electricity through your body. Immediately you pulled back, unsure of how to process what the hell just happened. Never before had you felt something like that. It wasn’t anything like static electricity.

This didn’t feel right. You shouldn’t be here, surrounded by wolves where something could slip and you could be found out. And you definitely couldn’t stick around with the chance of that shock happening again. You needed to get out of here.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered Innie, barely getting her attention. “I don’t feel good. I have to go.”

Before anyone could stop you, you ran out of the pizzeria.

A nagging thought was pulling at your mind, but you refused to acknowledge it. The very idea of what could be behind that electrical current was ridiculous and unheard of. You just needed to get your head on straight.

Once you were back at your apartment and away from the wolves, you could refocus your attention on the task at hand. There was no way the stress and nerves of the mission were going to get the best of you.

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name: thomas booker ‘ judas ‘ pearson nicknames: judas , yes , that’s it. really , he won’t respond to anything else. age: forty six sexuality: demisexual pronouns: he / him , cismale species: mage / pyromancer occupation: owner of judas’ auto joint / mechanic / bounty hunter / jack of all trades & handy man / ex-death blade sign: capricorn spotify: coming soon pinterest: here

i really didn’t expect to pick up a third character , but it’s nary F.K.A. snottie back again with another long ass late af intro thanks to lock down. i have had judas for a very long time , but he has def been tweaked and edited here or there to fit into the vainglory plot. if you think he seems familiar , he probably is. anyway , onward to the more interesting and important stuff like a handsome pyromancer mechanic under the cut.

── the high council is prepared to hear the story of THOMAS BOOKER ' JUDAS ‘ PEARSON , we might of mistaken them as NORMAN REEDUS they’re known as a MAGE / PYROMANCER while noted as a WANDERER / EX-DEATHBLADE. appearances may be deceiving , with immortality being so common among supernaturals. this being has walked the earth for FORTY SIX years , and their face reflects an age of FORTY SIX. the holy war with the noctis has forced them to stay in new tallinn. you will find them residing in BLIGHTBIRD

once they were known as a MECHANIC & OWNER OF JUDAS’ AUTO JOINT to blend in with the mortal crowd. now , you might find them as a BOUNTY HUNTER to prepare for the unholy war against the noctis. they plan to FIGHT AGAINST the noctis with the hopes to RESTORE.

PERSONALITY.

element: earth ruling planet: saturn -- the planet of discipline & maturity body part(s): knees , skin , bones & teeth good day: loyal , family-oriented , hardworking , devoted , honest , fearless , genuine bad day: proud , impulsive , bossy , stubborn , reckless , jealous , pessimistic , unforgiving , cold , antisocial , guarded favorite things: the smell of leather , road trips ( on hand built bikes ) , dark liquor , chain smoking , hot showers , his bed , hamburgers , goals / projects , being in charge , exclusive clubs , motorcyles , tattoos , scars least favorite things: his time as a deathblade , losing , large gatherings of people , strangers , rules , authority , the high council , deep or large bodies of water , quitting , shouting in public , careless mistakes secret wish: to have every need taken care of how to spot him: forehead covered by greasy or sweaty bangs , distinctive jaw , strong teeth , wise look in his eyes , gruff voice , rough grease stained hands where you’ll find him: enjoying quality time in his personal garage , working obsessively on a large-scale bike project , at work , drinking at a bar , keywords: willpower , initiative , determination , passion , ambition , goals , security , stability , comfort

a measured master planner , judas’ has the power of structure , delayed gratification and setting goals for the long haul.

this mage is willful and determined , focused on the loftiest goals. he sets his mind on an outcome , and will reach the finish line. it may be an epic “ hero’s journey ” to get there , which is why he has his steely grit and unparalleled resilience.

taking the road less traveled isn’t how this traditional man rolls. instead , judas maps out the straightest and simplest route to the top , then sticks to its plan. even if it takes a little more time to get there without shortcuts , the ambitious pyromancer will make the trek.

the essence of his energy is loyal , structured , family-oriented ( though he won’t exactly admit it ) , hardworking , devoted , honest, and paternal among other personality traits.

negative expressions of his energy can be pessimistic , unforgiving , cold , materialistic , snobbish , elitist , overly serious , etc. judas’ energy can even be considered overly harsh or calculating on occasion.

the dutiful side of him can be his downfall , the stoic handy man may repress a lot to be the “ rock ” for others which can lead to a heavy or burdened energy he tries to mask.

judas combines a rock-solid foundation and skillful plans into a high rise penthouse fit for world domination , but he wouldn’t know it. he’s extremely humble.

a master strategists ex-deathblade and owner of his own business , who always keeps one eye on a five- or ten-year plan. motivated to take on big goals and create structures in his life that will last the test of time.

he is known for being stern and authoritative on occasion , you definitely don’t want to try and get under this fire wielder. i guess you could say that he is the “ daddy ” type , and wants to be respected for his command.

additionally , another keyword for the mechanic could be repression , which can make his urges come out in shocking or subversive ways. don’t be surprised if judas has a few freaky secrets under the stoic exterior.

he is a leader and “ idea person ” , prizing originality and liking to be first in everything he does. count on the handyman in him to initiate a winning idea or plan.

( tw: blood ment. , alcohol ment. ) busy , busy ! you can find judas enjoying quality time with ‘ family ‘ ( blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb ) throwing back a beer , working obsessively on a large-scale project ( most likely involving something auto ) , chilling in his garage tinkering around on something listening to classic rock , or hunting supernatural criminals / fugitives for bounty.

( tw: alcohol ment. , drug ment. ) whether he’ll admit it or not , he tends to like mixing business with pleasure ( don’t be surprised if you catch him having a beer or joint at the shop ). it isn’t too often , but he does tend to develop tight bonds with people he meets on the job or through projects similar.

he could be loosely considered one of the “ popular people ” around town , seeing as he’s sort of the jack of all trades that you can hire for relatively cheap to fix just about anything. his eyes were born with the eyes on the prize , he’s always had to provide for and rely on himself so he knows how to do so.

once judas sets his sights on something , he begins to climb slowly and steadily toward that goal. though often he becomes so focused on reaching the finish line that he can fail to pay attention to the journey , looking neither to the right nor the left.

this man believes that if he just keeps pushing ahead , eventually he’ll get what he wants. judas honestly just needs to learn flexibility and to listen more to his heart than his head at times if he wants to feel fulfilled inside and out.

ambitious as he may be , he hasn’t and doesn’t always have relentless drive. when he slips into lounge mode the mechanic can relax with the best of ’em , becoming practically immobile. work hard , play hard is definitely ( one of ) his modus operandi.

other times , he can overwhelm himself by setting such impossible goals that he gets discouraged and gives up before he even leaves the starting gate. judas does best when he breaks his grand plans into measurable action steps.

any friends the mage has could remind him to celebrate his victories — not just the huge ones but the small triumphs and milestones along the way.

BACKGROUND.

thomas booker pearson had his life turned upside-down in an instant when his true lineage was violently revealed. it ripped him from his family and the only life he had ever known.

it didn’t begin this way , it began on a strangely frigid december night forty-six years ago when a little , screaming babe was born into the world. as this little boy grew up his parents came to realize just how strange he was.

the magic comes from his mother and her side of the family , while his mother never displayed any sign of being a mage his grandmother had been a powerful one. apparently , the gift – or curse if you reference thomas’ mother – of magic skipped generations and it had passed right by olivia on to her son.

growing up for the little boy was anything but normal , but thomas knew no different and this didn’t affect him too much so he thought. his mother kept magic and the supernatural world a secret from him as long as she could in the hopes that they were wrong and she could suppress his powers , but it was all in vain.

strange things always seemed to happen to or around thomas though , things that couldn’t be explained but his mother found ways to dismiss despite the evidence against her. all these occurrences became more severe , more frequent , over the course of his teenage years but he had found that going up to the rooftop at night to look at the stars had a way of calming him down.

starlight wasn’t his only source of happiness either , most days you could find the young man out in the garage tinkering with anything that had an engine. his love for motorcycles has no bounds.

( tw: drug ment. , suggested child neglect ) his family comes from a long line of poor individuals , but he had grown accustomed to it. his mother and father were very rarely around , his mother was afraid of him and his father spent more time with his backward ass hillbilly cousins or doped up somewhere than at home.

so, thomas busied himself with anything auto , stargazing , and sooner than later – the way of the wiccans. maybe it was magical intuition or just luck , but the mage came across the wiccan faith and fell into it easily. it was like finding where he belonged , he no longer felt ostracized or like the black sheep he was of his family.

( tw: fire ment. ) that was when it all went downhill , one day when he was practicing his pyromancy – which he found he had an affinity for – and was caught by none other than his mother. his mother’s reaction wasn’t very pleasant , and their argument was intense and volatile. so much so that the emotion thomas was feeling literally manifested itself in actual flames , enveloping his entire body.

( tw: fire ment. , accidental arson , death ment. , death by fire ment. ) being a novice he had no way of knowing how to stop it. the fire left the house in ruin and that was the last straw , his mother was ultimately trapped inside and burned alive. after that the mage was on his own , he left town immediately and luckily there was never a way to actually connect her death to him.

thomas was left feeling lost and confused , but like he finally had a chance to start over and live his own life. he quickly found himself in the supernatural community , but figuring out how to live his life involved in it was more difficult than he thought.

he was only twenty years old and found himself very proud of his supernatural ability , suddenly very invested in the community and wanting to serve in the easiest way he knew how which was in combat. he viewed the deathblades as some form of justice and was easily manipulated into doing everything in his power to be appointed one , he was successful and worked as a deathblade for decades.

now at forty-six he has ’ retired ’ and lives in haapsula , estonia where he owns his very own auto shop. while not nearly as dangerous as before , he can be dangerous to be around when he lets his emotions take over and his capabilities should not be underestimated nor tested.

HEADCANONS.

on top of being a mechanic he is also a professional bounty hunter as something of a side hustle. so , if you need any supernatural monster , fugitive or criminal rangled , judas is your man. he’s pretty much down to get paid to do just about anything , fix your sink , put together furniture , install a/c ? just give him a price , he’s basically your token jack of all trades handyman.

( tw: fire ment. ) he left his past behind him after the fire , thomas booker pearson burned away that day and since he only goes by judas. it’s highly unlikely anyone even knows him as anything else.

( tw: cigarette ment. ) he is a chain smoker , he doesn’t care that it is killing him either. he hates when people tell him that it’s a bad habit or the like , he knows.

judas loves tattoos and a lot of his extra spending money has gone to them. he admires other forms of body modification , but sticks to tattoos and his few scarification tattoos.

even when he tries to clean up , he looks dirty. he is almost always covered in grease or oil from actual work at the shop or just working on his own little projects at home. it’s his aesthetic though and it works ??

i honestly have been working on this intro for hours now at this point and i am wore the fuck out , my eyes are sore af. i’m ready to go make something to eat ( it’s freaking midnight rn ) and then i’m gonna watch another episode of tiger king before taking my happy ass to bed. if you’re at all interested in plotting with my mans then definitely hmu on discord or in my tumblr ask / dms.

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In For A Penny, In For a Pound - Chapter 4

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They had fallen asleep in Stan’s bed in the wee hours of the morning. Neither one willing to move away to sleep on their own. Ford had clung to Stan like he was afraid Stan was going to disappear. No mention of Stan’s “little accident” was made. Well, If Ford wanted to sweep it under the rug and pretend it hadn’t happened, he wasn’t going to argue.

A light touch breached the barrier between unconscious dream state and the comfortable fogginess of awake but drowsy. It felt surreal. Nothing ached. He couldn’t remember what he’d been dreaming about, so there were no bad feelings that came with waking from a nightmare or irritation from waking from a great dream. Just bliss. He didn’t open his eyes yet. No need. Ford would wake him if there was something he needed to do. They might even head out a bit later than intended. Have a nice, lazy morning. They weren’t really on a schedule yet. The migration of Ford’s weird dolphin thing wasn’t for another two weeks. They had a few days to kill.

The twitch in his boxers reminded him that having that extra time was a God send. They’d stay the night in port and he’d find someone to get his rocks off with and end this damn Freudian shit. It never used to be a problem, never used to gut punch him. Sure, he got hard every now and again, and he’d dealt with morning wood, but it never used to be so prevalent. He used to go days without getting horny over something. But over the past month or so, he’d had to wring one out nearly every day. And with his most recent dreams, well…it was best he dealt with this soon.

Stan groaned. He’d destroyed his blissful half sleep with thoughts better left buried. Well, he might as well get up and see what they had left in the pantry. He tensed his shoulders, raised his hands above his head and pointed his toes. Not the best morning stretch, but eh. He was lazy. And it still felt good. His body felt looser and the thought of getting up didn’t physically hurt. Stan opened his eyes to blink up at the ceiling a few times before rolling over to reach for his glasses resting on the headboard.

A pair of bright brown eyes blinked back at him from the other side of the bed. His heart hammered in his chest.

“Ahh…” Well, he was certainly awake now! Ford didn’t react. Face soft and unreadable, just blinking back at him. Stan cleared his throat, tilting his head to project his morning breath away from his brother. “How…ah…how long’ve you been awake? You could’a woke me.” He was carefully avoiding Ford’s gaze, focusing on the ceiling instead.

Ford hummed and nestled further into his stolen pillow. The silence made Stan uneasy. Ford was always high activity in the mornings. He was always the first one up, making coffee and making lists or detailing their course for the day. Maybe he was still shaken up from last night. Stan swallowed. Maybe it was…Shit!

Ford hadn’t said anything about it, so neither would Stan. If Ford was wanted to talk now, well, too late. Stan stretched again, just for something to do in the awkward air between them. Unclipped fingernails dragged over his side and chest, leaving little white trails between the grey hair. Ugh. He was used to it by now, but sometimes he ‘noticed’ how hairy he was. It made women uncomfortable. Some men too, come to think of it. Maybe he’d better shave or wax or something. Maybe Ford had something to help with that. Who knows?

But Ford was still not talking. And still staring at him. It was really starting to get on his nerves. He shifted, about ready to crawl over Ford to get up and make coffee, when he realized he was still hard. Usually his morning erections would deflate if he ignored them. Not enough biological gusto to maintain it unless he was thinking or doing something. No hot babes were dancing around in his mind and he wasn’t tugging at it, so what the hell was going on? His eyes darted back to Ford, meeting his eyes and keeping it. Tingling rivers shot up and down his spine as his cock throbbed. Stan barely suppressed a shiver.

Oh.

Oh Fuck.

There was that unmistakable thrill to being watched like this. Of being so hard and the other person not having a clue. Wait. Stan’s eyes flicked down to his crotch, the ceiling, and back to Ford. Okay, so maybe Ford had some clue Stan was hard. Kinda imposable to miss the hideously obvious tent in the sheets. He must have kicked his borrowed boxers off sometime in the night. He could feel some cloth wrapped around one ankle that, upon focusing on, may not have been the sheet Stan thought it was. He braved another glace at Ford. Stan bit his lip as another pulse caused his cock to twitch.

Okay. Yeah. Stan was man enough to admit he had a bit of an exhibitionism kink. He liked showing off for a lover. It gave him a thrill to watch someone get hot under the collar for him. But he’d been so long without a lover, he’d kind of put that on the proverbial shelf. No sense in putting on a show unless there was an audience.

There was an audience now. And that audience wasn’t exactly disinterested.

Why wasn’t Ford saying anything?! I mean, sure, he didn’t except Ford to be traumatized or anything. They were brothers, they’d gone through puberty together. They’d been unwilling witness to each other getting hard before and it wasn’t that big a deal. But in the past, they’d also leave the room or distract themselves, or at least not fucking stare!

What was worse, was Ford’s eyes were so fucking dark and half-closed, Stan didn’t know where he was looking. Least not without his glasses. Ford was wearing his. Stan closed his eyes, taking a deep and slow breaths to calm himself down enough to get up and get away from this crazy shit. He counted to thirty and thought about safe things. Like the kids, and the pig. How much getting old sucked and how much Gideon’s “widdle me” shtick riled him up. His heartbeat slowed and his tapdancing heart fell into an easy waltz. His cock flagged, marginally, and the tent sagging. The pressure in his bladder helping to expedite the process. Good enough.

“’M gonna piss and make some coffee. Up.” He shooed Ford and rolled to get up, but Ford didn’t move. Stan, fully expecting his brother to get out of bed to let him do the same, found himself leaning over Ford, invading his space and sharing his air. Ford simply blinked up at him. He looked like some damsel like this. Hair, gown out from not bothering to cut it, splayed out on the pillow, eyes wide and shining and face soft and near expressionless. A virgin who didn’t really know if they were ready for anything and had left all decision making to their partner. And that was a train of thought he didn’t want to follow. Especially when he wasn’t completely flaccid yet. Nothing else for it.

“I’m gonna piss on ya if ya don’t let me out.”

Ford’s nose scrunched in disgust, pushing against Stan’s chest to roll away and sit up. “Eeeugh! Alright! You are objectively disgusting sometimes.” But Stan didn’t care. He was too busy sliding out of bed, kicking off the boxers tangled around his foot, and getting to the bathroom as quickly as possible. “Not that you’ll be able to piss with that.” But the last part was mumbled, soft and meant not to travel. A jolt of fear snapped Stan to attention for a moment, but his bladder was starting to scream at him. And Stan didn’t think he had the mental fortitude to teach his brother the social etiquette around noticing another man’s boner.

*~*~*

The rest of the morning went like clockwork. Coffee was brewing by the time Stan stepped out of the bathroom, dressed and clean. Ford had already mapped out their route to a little place in Ireland. They’d get supplies and stay the night. And Stan would get laid. By a supermodel probably. Ireland was home to a disproportional number of supermodels. Maybe he’d get two, make it a threesome! Scantily clad runway models gyrated their hips in his mind and he had to adjust himself more than once to keep it from being too uncomfortable.

Most of the work was done by autopilot. Small adjustment required as they went, but they were free to go about their business and work on other things. Stan busied himself with making a list of groceries and making room in the pantry and their tiny fridge. Ford did the same, but for any of his nerd stuff and general ship supplies. Stan did his best to not make it obvious he was avoiding Ford. Not that he was. But the last few days were a bit weird. And not the normal kind of weird for them. Heck, he’d take a sea monster or two single handed if this damn fuckary would go away and stay gone. Every time he caught a glimpse of Ford out of the corner of his eye, or heard Sixer mumbling to himself, his fucked-up mind just had to go an remind him that ‘Hey, you’re horny and there’s someone attractive.’ Pointing out that Ford was his brother only made the shit voice in his head respond with ‘He’s like you, you know what he likes.’ Stan hasn’t been able to cum twice in a day in a few years. This keeps going, and he might break that streak.

So, when Stan ran out of things to do below deck, he went to check their fishing gear and nets. Then he checked the condition of the barnacle colony growing on the underside of the boat. And the condition of the name plate. And the guide wires for the antenna even though he knows Ford checked them already. When he found himself re-checking the crab-traps for the third time, Stan knew he was in trouble. Forehead connected with random blunt metal object several times, but no amount of forceful beatings was going to empty his head. His hands were cold. His face was cold. His nose was numb. He’d been sorting a half-chub all day and he’s ready to jump in the fucking ocean and swim to Norway at this rate, when the auto-pilot alarm broke through his thoughts like the signing of Heaven’s angels.

“Got my hands tied, at the moment.” Ford’s voice rang out from the open door. A clang of metal and something like a book or stack of papers falling over echoed after him. “Think you can navigate the rest of the way? We should be close enough to see the coast.”

Stan was more than ready to have his mind on anything else. “Got it.” Stan flicked the autopilot off and grabbed hold of the wheel. Driving a boat was like driving a car that was perpetually hydroplaning. Though that made sense, ya’know, with the water and all. Either way, Stan took to it easy, skills honed by years spent living behind the wheel of his car. Of course, now the ol’gal was the size of a matchbox car and mounted in a plastic[CJ1] box.

Lifting the pair of binoculars hung beside the wheel, Stan eyed the horizon looking for the the Norway cost Ford was talking about. Stan squinted into the lenses and refocused them before spotting the telltale disruption of the perfect horizon. About ten miles to go. They’d be docking within the hour, give or take time to maneuver into the harbor and wait their turn.

Six-fingered hands took the binoculars from Stan’s own. Ford leaned in close to use them, not bothering to lift the chord from around Stan’s neck. Stan stood ridged, eyes wide and unfocused. His hands a death grip on the rungs of the wheel and trying desperately to think of anything but Ford’s warmth at his side.

“Closer than I expected. I’d say we’ll be there within the hour.” After far too long in Stan’s opinion, Ford let the binoculars fall back against Stan’s chest. Stan just nodded and grunted in agreement. He didn’t trust his voice right now. “I’ll take over. We’ll need passports and cash, but I suspect we’ll find one of those Teller Machines somewhere.” A pat to his shoulder was the only signal Stan needed to let got the wheel and put as much distance as he could between his brother and him.

Keeping his back to Ford, he darted below deck to pack up what they needed. They couldn’t dock fast enough.

*~*

Stan was just finishing packing Ford’s overnight bag when he called down that they were ready to dock. Stan grabbed both bags and their documentation and climbed the steps to help his brother. Ford pulled up to the aged wood and metal dock so Stan could make the leap to tie the ship down. Two ties on dock and dropping the anchor was more than sufficient to keep the ol’girl in place.

Stan had climbed back aboard when Ford lifted his overnight bag with a raised eyebrow. “Planning to stay for the long haul?”

Stan bit the inside of his cheek. He wasn't above lying, even to his brother, but they had promised to not keep secrets anymore. Maybe a half-truth. “Though we could send the night on land. Warm up some before we head out again.”

“Why spend money on a hotel? The boat’s warm enough. And we’ll be leaving tomorrow morning anyway.”

Stan blanked for a second before a lie rolled off his platinum tongue. “There’s a storm commin’. Saw it on the radar.” He hadn’t. But maybe Ford would let it slide.

He didn’t. Ford spun to the radar and flicked a switch, pushing two buttons and adjusting his glasses at the screen. “Hm, true, but it’s small. I suspect it’s just rain. No need to splurge.”

Stan laughed. Reactionary nervous laughing was his surefire tell. He could only bluff his way through it if the person didn’t know him that well. Ford was absolutely not that person. Stan wasn't sure if there really was a storm coming from Ford’s tone. Whatever Gods there were might have been kind to him, or Ford might just be playing along with his sad attempt at lying. He turned back to Stan with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes boring down on Stan with a skeptical look the envy of all skeptics.

“You’re not as good at lying as you think you are.” Stan bit the inside of his cheek and had the wherewithal to look ashamed. They had promised no more lying, yet here he was, unable to just tell Ford the truth. Of course, the full truth was not on the table. End of discussion. Not happening. How exactly would that go over? ‘Hey, Bro. I’ve been really horny lately and I’ve been dreaming about fucking you, so I need t find a hot babe to screw and get it out of my system before I bend you over the railing!’ Yeah, no. That was not ok. Of course, saying it might just wipe that egotistical ‘I’m disappointed in you Stanley. You know I’m smarter and better than you’ look off of Ford’s face. Stan would have one glorious moment of having blindsided his know-it-all brother before his world came crashing down. Come on, Stan. Think of something!

“What are you really wanting a hotel room for?” Ford had shifted, one hip cocked that really shouldn’t accentuate his backside from this angle, but most assuredly did and braced one hand on said hip. Stan covered his face, pushing up his glasses and massaging the the bridge of his nose.

“Damnit Sixer! Fuck!”

“Language, Stanley.”

Stan ground his dentures and mocked his prissy brother, a near perfect imitation. “’Language Stanley!’” But fighting was not going to help him. He sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck and avoided Ford’s gaze. Forcing the truth from his mouth was like pulling teeth. And he would know. “Just…I got…needs…okay.” Ok, half-truths. “Gimme one night.”

Ford frowned at him before rolling his eyes and hoisting the bag over his shoulder. He tossed Stan his own bag with much less grace and far more force than was necessary. “You and you’re ‘babes’. Fine. But you get to pay for separate rooms.”

“Done.”

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“I’m sorry, we only have one room available tonight. There was a short notice cancellation this morning.”

Stan felt his heart hit rock bottom and punch a hole in the bottom to keep going. It wasn't the clerk’s fault. They had gone shopping and fought their way through crowds of people and sidewalk stands to just get the bare necessities. Ford had to actually pull Stan away from a near fistfight with some ass that had tried to grab the last six-pack of beer Stan recognized. Ford himself had gotten into a verbal tiff with another irate patron who was convinced Ford worked at the store and would not let up. A manager was finally called to settle the dispute. They had run with their groceries as soon as they were out of the store and hauled everything to the ship. Maintenance and minor repairs to the ship could wait.

Stan watched his future and sanity go up in smoke and confetti. One room. Thank God a double. Stan doesn’t know his he could handle being forced to share. They have in the past, but that was before Stan’s mind had to be a shithead. His chances of getting lucky tonight just went from slim to near zilch. Not with Ford rooming with him.

“Is there anything just for tonight? We aren’t staying long.” There was always a chance. Reservations only mattered the day of arrival. They could be gone before the room needed to be cleaned.

“No, I’m sorry. Every room has an occupancy. And the staff needs at least four hours to turn over the rooms.”

“What the heck is going on to book you guys up so much? The crowds at the store were insane!”

“Don’t know. Some sort of gala or event. We’ve been booked for months.”

Just their luck. Ford stepped up behind him, hand already going for his wallet.

“We’ll take it.” He sent Stan a look that said, ‘I do this for you, now appreciate it’ and Stan elected to ignore him and flipped though the rack of pamphlets.

They were checked in and, on their way up to the only empty room in the hotel when Ford just had to bring up what Stan was going to do if he found a girl to sleep with him. Well, what he actually said was “If you do somehow goad or coerce a woman to willingly copulate with you, how does this not become awkward for me?” but Stan liked his version better. His was at least in English. And less rude.

“So, I’ll go to her place.”

“If she refuses?”

“I’ll text ya and let ya know I need the room. There’s a bar in the lobby. Or we could do a threesome.” Stan wanted to bite his own tongue off and never speak again. He knew he had no filter, but God Damn! He really had no filter.

Ford paused mid-step, looking at Stan like he had turned into an octopus monster or had yellow eyes. Quick. Joke. Make it a joke!

“Sixer, I’ve been celibate for ten years. Normally it’s not an issue and I can just ignore it, but I can’t now. Instead of having problems getting it up, I got problems keeping it down.” Stan unlocked their room and pushed in, tossing his bag on the nearest bed. Ford followed behind, now wearing a concerned look. A preferred upgrade from disgusted and shocked. If still unwanted.

“We’re on land. Did you want to go to a doc-“ But Stan cut him off.

“Not like they actually have a treatment for this kind of thing. The opposite, sure. Even comes in a rainbow of flavors. But not this. Not unless I wanna take a dose of Androcur, and I don’t think a doctor is gonna prescribe me any of that.”

“What’s Androcur?”

“Female hormones. Usually given ta woman with hormone disorders but can also reduce sex drive in men. And since I’m not a woman, last time I checked anyway, I’m outta luck.” Stan was already tugging off his shoes and shirt and rifling through his bag for something classy. It was late afternoon, still too early to really do any schmoozing, but he could get an eye for where the best place might be. Hell, he might have time to wander around the back alleys looking for a gay bar. Larger city like this might have one. Stan has some qualms about seeking out the company of other men, especially now, but he’s more likely to find a man that’s interested than a woman. He doesn’t fancy getting slapped or having a drink thrown at him. So, the question is, does he try for the better chance that he’ll hook someone and risk thinking of Ford, or does he go for the harder chase of getting a woman interested but being free from wandering thoughts? Decisions decisions.

“Haven’t you tried…” Oh, Ford was still talking. But his question trailed off and offered no meaning.

“Tried…?” Stan frowned as he tugged off his shirt and dug through his bag, looking for something appropriate. Yellow? No, too bright. White v-neck? Nah, disco would not help him tonight. Purple with pineapples? Was this even his? Ford cleared his throat and Stan glanced at him, stuffing the purple shirt to the bottom of his bag.

“You know…” Ford made a quick jerking motion with his hand around his navel. He even had nerve to blush and avert his eyes.

“Ya know, you somehow fooled everyone into thinking you’re ‘The Author’ and are this cool and badass scifi-pirate.”

“Stan!”

“But you’re still the socially awkward nerd I remember from high-school who had to build a robot to learn how to kiss.”

“Now is not the time to talk about the kissing machine!” Ford looked a cross between indignant, humiliated and livid. Stan laughed until he felt tears build in the corners of his eyes. “Just answer my question, Stanley.”

Stan sobered slowly, a few laughing coughs tumbling out before he could respond. “You think I haven’t tried? What do ya think all the ‘I’m gonna piss’ comments were for?”

“I thought you were doing what you said?”

“Jeezus, you really are hopeless. When a man says, ‘I gotta piss’, he’s gonna piss. When he says ‘I’m gonna piss’, he’s gonna go jack-off so don’t follow or expect him back soon.”

Stan swore he saw Ford’s eye twitch. “Those have the same meaning. The only technical difference besides your horrid pronunciation, is that one refers to a need or desire, and the other refers to a future action.”

“Yeah, see, no. It isn’t. Words can have more than their literal meaning. Like how pussy can mean the cat or it can mean vag-“

“I know what it means!” Ford had gone a brilliant shade of vermilion and Stan swore he could see Sixer’s glasses fogging up. He had turned away from Stan to stare at the painting the hotel had decided was decoration. Haphazard paint strokes that might have been a wheat field, with some grey and purple blob that might have been a mountain.

“Yeah, sorry for thinking ya missed some social cues. You are the one who didn’t understand the one urinal rule.”

“We’re been over this; If they weren’t meant to be used, they wouldn’t be installed. It’s not my fault if some guy is so worried he’s so attractive that I just have to stand next to him and look at his penis! All this homophobia nonsense is very egotistical.”

“Preachen’ to the choir, there. But I’ve been on the losing end of enough bar fights to follow it anyway.”

Ford braves a glance at Stan now that his face had cooled somewhat and gives him quizzical look. Stan becomes acutely aware he’s sitting on the bed wearing an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and his trademarked (literally) gold chain with his pants undone. And doesn’t this scenario scream suggestive? He awkwardly clears his throat and grabs his toiletries bag before pushing passed Ford to the bathroom.

He calls over his shoulder before he closes the door, “Hey, who knows. Maybe you’ll find a lady to, how’d ya put it? ‘Copulate with’? More like finally punch your virgin card.”

Stan closed the door on the incoherent sputtering and protests his comment generated.

[CJ1]I am convinced that this is canon. You can’t tell me otherwise. Stan would not let go of that car if he could help it.

Part One

#stancest #In for a penny in for a pound #fanfiction

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merry-go-round-jailhouse · 6 years ago

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Hello sillies this is a monumental post for me. Remember before how I was like “Oh I don’t know any music. I can’t name anything I listen to.” You know... like an idiot. Well that’s not me anymore! Because of the internet and apps! Thank you internet and apps! So here is a list of albums and bands and songs that I listened to a lot last year.

*Disclaimer* yes you will notice this list is 95% Japanese musicians... and before any of you girlies try to roast me for that just KNOW I am prepared to whip out my Counterattack Card and let you know it’s actually an act of bravery against your Amerikkkan Western-centric capitalist hetero... homopho... homophone... homo sapi... um something musical hegemony so just TRY to rib me. While you were going on dates I was studying Maoist Third Worldism... also it’s the algorithms’ fault anyway for always recommending Japanese musicians to me so take it up with them!

This is all off the top of my head and in no definitive rankings and there’s no sense to the organization of this post. Links to albums or those “official” auto-generated playlists on Youtube when possible otherwise they’re usually on Spotify. And yes I will have to resort to checking wikipedia to describe genres :)

As I was making this list I realized I have to break it up so here’s “Part One”

Swinging Popiscle - I love this band! Indie pop/rock according to Wikipedia lol. One of my favorite songs of the entire year is on one of these albums but I won’t say what it is because if you read the lyrics it will give you too much insight into my stupid melodramatic inner life. Did I belt it out every time I got severely drunk??? You guess...

Fennec!

Transit (Youtube playlist)

Flow

Swinging Popsicle

Go On (Youtube playlist)

[Song] Perfect Loop - from their album Loud Cut which I haven’t found easily anywhere! Shoot.

Serani Poji - Has a special place in my heart because I really like what they produced and their whole style of music, but also because I discovered them in the spring at the same time the S******** r**** season started, so I would listen to Serani on my shitty little Beats Pill knockoff Bluetooth speaker from Ross while driving back through West Seattle and over the viaduct after the games, and it was sooooo perfect. Days when the S******** would be winning easily and the tree pollen would drift down onto the field like snow in the late afternoon sun and I would lean against the temporary fence because I got the last overflow tickets right on the field, and then I would put on DEAR HEROES or Laughing Frog while I drove to the water to watch the sunset... oh shit let’s not get too deep into my gay feelings. Genre: ... pop? See I really am too dumb to say anything ever.

One-Room Survival

Manamoon

fan mix from NicoNico - includes songs from her last album... Merry-Go-Round Jailhouse! Hahaha behind the scenes of this here blog.

Coaltar of the Deepers - Did I start listening to them just because they did a song for an anime I watched???? ... yes >:) This is actually the wildest new band for me that I started listening to cause they’re like alternative rock/heavy metal/shoegaze. What an evolution in taste from that little q*eer in 7th grade who would come home from school and BLAST Lady Gaga bad Romance every day. Well, that’s just the kind of adventurous, open, curious, cool, worldly, daring, fun, sexy, perfect guy I am!

Yukari Telepath

Come Over to The Deepend

THE BREASTROKE II

[Song] SUMMER GAZER ‘92 - my perfect timing as always because they just released a new EP a few months ago! Rabbit EP I think it’s called.

[Song] Dear Future - the song that started it all, baby............ and yes this is an AMV what the fuck do you have to say about it KEEP SCROLLIN

The Pillows - Ok you know what... Okay. I... We all know which anime I learned about them from. Alright. Get off my fucking back about it.

Runners High

Living Field

Happy Bivouac

Across the metropolis

Little Busters

Please Mr. Lostman

Unchain - Actually I came across them by way of a fan mashup with Serani Poji. Genre: Rock... but they (extremely strained voice as I try to hide I’m reading this off my phone under the desk) later developed into a pop rock... neo soul... style... including funk and... dance elements.

[Song] Let Me Be The One

[Song] You Over You

[Song] Show Me Your Height

[Song] The World Is Yours

Toki Asako - STRIPE is THE song of the summer I’ve been telling you all. And that applies to both hemispheres so we can keep it going all year long.

[Song] STRIPE (Soundcloud)

[Song] Black Savanna

[Song] Kamakura

[Song] Usubeni no City

[Song] Human Nature

HIGHLIGHT - The Very Best of Toki Asako (Spotify)

SAFARI (Spotify)

Goldfrapp - Silver Eye (Youtube playlist). I like everything from them but I gave Silver Eye another listen in 2018 because I wasn’t the biggest fan when they first released it but it has definitely grown on me.

Chain Wallet - Chain Wallet. Have I reached the point in my list where I’m including non-Japanese bands to prove that I don’t literally only listen to Japanese music... well...

Shrift - Lost in a Moment (Youtube playlist). ... yes. Yes I have. I mean I am pulling out the proof that I’m not 100% a freak. I actually discovered this band back on Pandora! Throwbaaaaaaack jeez. To like a decade ago--back when I had a physical CD of this album! But I listened to it recently again, it’s good, it’s samba-y and bossa-y and you know how bossa is healing for my soul.

Bibio - A Mineral Love and my favorite song from it Light Up The Sky. I still remember hearing it for the first time on a night drive through Bothell :)

Sonic Coaster Pop - Super Miracle Circuit. Back to Japanese artists after I fully convinced you of what a normal human I am. Very good memories of listening to this every time I would bike across the 520 bridge :)

Sunny Day Service - Wooooooo BEACH VIBES beachy vibes baby. Posi beachy wave sun vibrations, beachy surf beach rock guitar sand vibes dude. You know brah you feeling my BEACHY SUMMER ROCK VIBES? Anyway albums on Spotify I’m just too lazy to link them here

[Song] I’m a boy

[Song] Punch-drunk love song

OVERROCKET - Albums on Spotify again yadda yadda, also on Youtube playlists, here are some songs:

Voice

Mirai

Sunset Bicycle

Sunset Bicycle Beroshima Mix

Ok that’s it for this part because I’m tired. Can you tell how I mentally deteriorated over the course of this post. Alright ciao babes.

Oh I’ll put this here: Special shout out to Distortional Addict on Youtube who uploaded a lot of the albums above. Really great channel that uploads a lot full albums without ad breaks (what a saint) and plenty of info on them and other songs. Check him out!!!

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artificialqueens · 7 years ago

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Hold On To Me Chapter 12 {biadore} - imafuckinglibra

Idk how to intro this so let’s all just do a collective miss vaaAAANJjiee. Okay now, Chapter 12. Yay. Bc I like numbers ending in 0 or 5 I’m very tempted to end this fic on 15 but we’ll see (probably not wops) I had a beta this time which was cool thanks for the help babe. And other than that we have some hurt, some fluff and some smut so enjoy bitches. K bye.

“When’s the last time you saw him? Or was that it?” Detox peeked out from behind her mirror with one eye already lined, too intrigued by the story of how Danny ran out of Roy’s classroom to finish the other.

“No.” Roy desperately, with his head back, downed the last of his mocktail. He was over this no alcohol rule his doctor put on him. In the words of the nosey Detox - he’s had it. Officially. “Yesterday I saw him and some…douchebag, making out.”

“Ooh…ouch.” The other queens getting ready with Detox’s reaction echoed throughout the room.

“Yeah.” He somberly nodded dropping his gaze to his now empty glass.

After Danny ran out he tried going after him to explain but the teen was quicker than expected. His inhumanly long legs carrying him much faster than the injured Roy could ever keep up with.

He tried calling endlessly afterwards getting the number from Shane, he even tried from Shane’s phone a few times eventually even calling his mother when Danny hadn’t shown up to school two days in a row following the incident.

The only other option he considered was actually going to his home to confront him and declare his love and more importantly explain that everything was some horribly fucked up misunderstanding.

That was until Danny finally showed up that Thursday with Dan, or as he had decided on calling him, Milk, with his arm around him.

Just the sight of someone else clinging onto the boy he loved so much broke his already cold heart into a million unmendable pieces. But finding them at the end of the day disgustingly lip locked in the hallway pressed up against Danny’s locker really pushed him over the edge.

After that he was unconsolable. He threw things in his house, breaking furniture, paintings, anything within reach before he collapsed onto his couch a complete and utter mess.

He had never felt so helplessly alone, so lost in despair and heartbreak that nothing seemed worth it anymore.

He had started debating if the main character Alfred Jones from the book his juniors were assigned, Doctor Fischer of Geneva or The Bomb Party, had the right idea after losing his wife.

He had lost his own Anna-Luise and that glass of whiskey laced with prescription pain medication to take away all the agony had started looking more and more appealing by the passing hour.

Lucky for him the friends he had previously hated for putting him in this predicament was still there by his side, Shane and Raja, helping him pick up the pieces. What pieces they could that is.

Alas the show must go on…

He had returned to school the next morning avoiding any interactions or even having to look at Danny or his new apparent boyfriend.

Acting completely on auto pilot, an emotionless robot as he went about his day. Sure it’s been a while since he’s dated but he never remembered feeling this way, this shattered.

He did his duties, assigned homework, ate his lunch alone in the same excruciating silence he had grown so accustomed to and when faced with Danny in day to day life he shut down further. Blanking out completely to avoid facing the inevitable heart break creeping in again.

He even somewhere in his robotic haze accepted his friends’ invitation to their show. He didn’t exactly feel in the mood for drag, both his injuries and his heart were still too sore to put on a gown and go be productive which is how he ended up here, watching his friends getting ready while he read a book.

“Wait was the guy he was face sucking with like really tall and pale? And gorgeous?” Detox, now with both eyes winged, popped out again.

“Why? One of your discarded trash?” He snarled in her direction.

“Moewr, but no. Willam mentioned it’s his late birthday party tonight and that they had to organize a date for him.” She started digging through her phone that was laying on the table next to the endless amount of powder foundations. “This guy.”

Roy got up to take hold of the phone. Examining the photo lit up on the screen of the one and only, big and milky in an ice skating outfit. “That’s the one.”

The one asshole who’s teeth he wanted to kick in so hard he’d have to stick a brush up his ass to clean them.

He was a pretentious douche who acted above everything and anyone just because mommy and daddy were some kind of lawyers who raised a spoilt brat.

“So then it’s like an arranged thing? It’s not a real thing.” Courtney tried reassuring bringing him a glass of what he hoped was wine and not just grape juice. “One glass can’t hurt right?”

“Thank you Jesus.” He took the much needed alcohol and threw his head back after taking a big swig savoring the taste and feel of it burning slightly down his throat.

“He wouldn’t have been that mad if he didn’t care or was planning on going to find a new man, right?” Raja chimed in. She had a point.

“He’s a teenager, Raj, their brains wor…” His rebuddle got interrupted by a loud ringing coming from Courtney’s bosom.

“That’s something you don’t see every day…” Detox got up pointing to Courtney. “Behold the great vibrating slut. Latest in technology.”

“Shut up.” Roy growled in the very obviously drunk Detox’s direction keeping his focus on Courtney.

“It’s Danny.” Courtney went pale even through the multiple layers of make up when she pulled the ringing device out and looked at the screen.

“Why would he?” Roy tried grabbing the phone from her hand but she was quicker than him and answered it.

All the other queens immediately came running to circle them, the room dead silent as everyone eagerly tried to listen in on their conversation.

“Daniela?” Courtney carefully spoke.

“Is he there!?” Her phone didn’t even need to be on speaker to hear Danny’s yelling over some incredibly loud music and cheering.

“Who? Roy? Yeah, right here.”

“Put him on!” He nearly screamed.

Hesitantly handing the phone to Roy they could hear some very loud screeching coming from the other end.

“Danny?” Roy spoke, his heart pounding out of his chest getting ready for an earful and a half.

“Roy? Roy! Where are you?”

“At the club? Listen I…what’s wrong? Why are calling? Are you okay?” Recognizing the panic in his voice made his already racing heart speed up tenfold.

Shit this was not good. Flashbacks of the last time Danny called like this replaying on a never ending loop in his mind.

“No…” The soft sob could barely be heard. “I’ll wait at the same 7-11 as last time just please come get me I…I don’t know who else, who else to call. Hurry please.”

Shit!

In a moment of sheer panic Roy dropped his wine, not even bothering to acknowledge it as he grabbed his keys and rushed to his car before anyone could stop him.

He didn’t need any more motivation. Danny needed him.

He shouldn’t have listened to Chris.

‘Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!’ Danny cursed his friend and his ‘ingenious’ plan from the previous day, replaying the conversation in his mind while he waited for Roy.

Maybe he shouldn’t have called him but he was desperate and it was too late to turn back now.

It’s a long walk, and the music is loud. She sees an old friend, as she walks through the crowd. Puts on her best smile, but underneath it she’s a broken girl…

The deep voice of Justin Warfield filled the confined space he was in. After running out of the classroom halfway through the day he made a beeline straight home.

He’s never been a runner, he hates running, he hates exercise in general let’s face it - but that day he ran. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him away from anything Roy Haylock.

But that was nearly 3 days ago.

He’ll never get you, he will never understand. He’ll never get you, you can find a better man.

The singer repeated as the pace and volume of both his singing and the music picked up every time he sang those two sentences, repeating them in a seemingly never ending loop.

“You know you can’t run away from him forever, babe.” Chris tried comforting his friend over the phone attached to the dash as Danny turned down the music.

The minute Danny laid eyes on his best friend on the screen over facetime all the emotions he had been holding back pushed their way through the wall he built.

It was good though, it was what he needed. He needed to get it all out before he pulled into the parking lot of his school and had to face Roy. No.

Mr Haylock.

From now on their relationship was strictly teacher/student. Nothing else.

He had decided that while taking a bath day 2 of his wallowing. It was too painful to return to school where he’d have to face his former love especially in the same place that he had found his love with the man he hated most in the world.

Raja Gemini. Fuck his real name, the less he knew of this queen the better.

He couldn’t continue his depression fueled mini vacation for too long though. His mom had caught on to his fake illness being well, fake, and forced him back to school after apparently one of his teachers called.

She even sweetend the deal by letting him use her car while she was away with Jerry for the weekend to a wedding for one of Jerry’s cousins or something. He honestly wasn’t paying attention.

Like an aimless zombie wandering through the house anything someone told him went in one ear and straight out the other thanks to his liquified brain.

He didn’t want to think, about anything. About school, about music, about weddings - everything led back to Roy. And Roy was the one topic too excruciatingly painful to ever think of.

“I can actually.” Danny retorted in a very ‘matter of fact’ tone pulling up to a stop sign.

“You know you’re just being a total cliched Libra and avoiding conflict right? But you’ll need to suck it up and just do it sooner or later.” Dammit why did Chris have to be right.

“He’s a Cancer.” Danny added softly hoping if he could change the topic to astrology Chris would let it go. Which he didn’t.

“So he’s feeling even more shitty than you then!”

“Maybe.” He was right. Again. “I’m hanging up on you.”

“Why? Because I’m totally right?” Chris shook his head with his lips pursed to the side in Danny’s usual chola manner.

“Totally.” He scoffed.

“What about a little bit of revenge?” Chris offered taking a big sip from the long skinny straw of his Starbucks.

Spoken like a true Sagittarius, if he was Chris he’d had already forgotten about Roy and moved on. Maybe he should think like a Sagittarius once in a while though? So what? Roy obviously didn’t care about him?

“Go on?”

“Yay.” Chris eagerly clapped his hands like an excited school girl. “Okay so you’re going with that Dan guy tomorrow night right?”

‘Ugh gross.’ He internally rolled his eyes.

“Yeah?”

“First of all, he got a nice ass?” Chris’ smile grew and he wiggled his eyebrows making Danny laugh for the first time in days.

“You’re such an ass whore! Oh my god!” He squealed before throwing a dirty look at someone in a red convertible cutting past him.

“Am not! Danny!” Chris’s smile fell into a very offended look as he drew Danny’s name out in a long whine. “I’m emotionally charged to their eyes. You know that I’m not like that.”

“She’s emotionally charged to that ass.”

“Whatever. Babe…it’s fucking obvious though. Maybe like flirt a little with Dan, make it look all cute with him and totally get back at Professor ‘two birds one dick’.”

He couldn’t, no way. He didn’t even like Dan he just exuded cockiness that was a total turnoff for anyone with eyes. No way.

And Roy…he couldn’t hurt Roy. Oh god, here comes that all too familiar heavy chest feeling. The pulling in his heart yearning for Roy causing his eyes to water up again.

He missed him. Life without him just felt so empty, so worthless.

He shook his dangerous downward spiral off and hung up on his friend blowing him a kiss first as pulled into a parking spot next to Aaron.

‘Fuck my life, fuck it hard.’ He sighed to himself spotting an all to familiar milky brunette standing with the others.

“You are so beautiful I could die, especially when you’re singing like ugh, your voice is just to die for.” Dan rambled on, trapping Danny with his arms on either side of his shoulders against his locker.

“Uh…thanks, man.” He nervously smiled. His mother raised him better, if you have nothing nice to say don’t say anything at all.

Oh but he really, really wanted to say something.

“Yeah like it just speaks to me you know.” Dan leaned his head down closer towards him, clearly not picking up on the obvious hint that he did not want to kiss him as he was backing up further into the painted metal locker.

“Like really, really speaks to me.” He breathed his disgusting warm breath against his lips sending icky chills down Danny’s spine right before their lips made contact.

‘Roy. Roy. Roy…’ The name kept repeating in his mind hoping if he chanted it enough he’d magically summon his knight in shining slacks.

Sure enough he did.

‘Oh no.’ His plan backfired when he suddenly saw how this would look from Roy’s perspective.

He had found Roy hugging his friend I mean that’s nothing compared to this right? One thing was for shit sure. Roy catching him pressed up against a locker with his hands tightly gripping each side of Dan’s jacket to try and push him off as Dan pressed his thigh between his legs definitely was not going to look good.

‘Roy.’ He tried silently calling him back when all the older man did was turn in another direction with an expressionless face. He could feel the tears bubbling up again from seeing the man he loved so hollow. ‘Roy, please.’

The drive there was such an unsure haze Roy was amazed he actually pulled into the right 7-11 parking lot or into a 7-11 at all. He must’ve broken at least 50 laws getting there but fuck it, he made it.

He saw Danny pacing with his arms crossed furiously clutching each side of the opposite bicep. Only taking a break from his pacing to take a long drag from his half burnt out cigarette.

“Daniel!” He jumped out of his car running towards him. “Are you hurt? What’s wrong?”

Before he got too close Danny spotted him, turning in his direction as what seemed like a well of never ending tears came flooding out. “Fuck you!”

“Yeah,” He snorted nodding. “You said that already what else is new?” Roy’s sorrow and fear was slowly turning into rage.

Why was he being this douche? This wasn’t like him at all, this wasn’t the Danny he knew or fell in love with. He wasn’t ever hostile, he was sweet and caring and sure he was feisty but at least within reason.

“Is that really why you called me here? To tell me to go fuck myself? Really queen?”

“No! It wasn’t.” Danny threw his cigarette away and stomped towards Roy, catching him off guard by grabbing hold of each side of his beautifully dimpled cheeks with his ice cold lanky fingers. His glossy hazel eyes staring directly into his soul. “I fucking hate you, I hate you Roy.”

“Then why call me.” Roy’s voice cracked, he was trying to put on the most put together facade all week but he couldn’t. He was a mess.

Even more now knowing that Danny, who had clearly moved on, was holding him like this for presumably the last time. Just this skin on skin contact he so longed for threw the armor he had built up right out the window.

“Because I was scared and alone and fucked up and the only person I wanted to be with was you…” Danny let go of him and turned, walking away from him to wipe his eyes with the back of his sleeve.

“Well you have a fucking hell of a way of showing it. It’s been a week and you won’t even answer my calls? What the fuck?”

What was this? Heartbreak? Anger? Loss? Everything crashing down on him all at once in such a muddled mess he couldn’t even recognize what he was feeling.

“Like you really even cared.”

Roy shook his head and turned around to head back to his car. Fuck this. Halfway to his escape he stopped dead in his tracks, he needed to know one last thing.

“Why didn’t you call…It. That thing you were sucking face with.” There it was. The last nudge that pushed him straight into blind rage.

He said it was such a strained voice that it completely rattled Danny’s entire world.

Clearly having struck a nerve Roy watched Danny’s pale expression turn bright red. “Oh! Oh! You’re one to fucking talk!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Open relationship remember. You know,” Danny pulled another cigarette somewhere out of his military jacket’s pocket. “You always do this, ever since the hotel room even, even before that you lead me on and then, of course because I’m so fucking stupid, I fall for you! And then you just break my heart moving on without ever really giving a fuck about me, huh?”

“You are fucking stupid, Danny!” Roy shouted at the top of his lungs, hoping it would make Danny’s bullshit ramblings stop so he could finally speak.

“Fuck you!” Danny screamed loud enough that probably even the family of four trying to eat their dinner in China heard. “And fuck Raja!”

“Raja? Raja!? This is about Raja!” He probably looked like a fucking lunatic when he suddenly threw his arms in the air in defeat as he started laughing. “Danny…Raja is even dumber than you are!”

“Oh thanks I feel so loved.” Danny rolled his eyes lighting the cigarette he just pulled out. “You’re so fucking selfish you know that? No wonder you’re alone…oh wait, you’re not! You have Raja! You’ve had Raja all along!”

“You ignorant fucking brat!” Roy took a step closer furiously gesturing with his hands ready to wrap his fingers around Danny’s pulsing neck.

“Tell me I’m wrong then! Tell me I wasn’t just some young side meat you wanted to use any way that suited you to cheer up your pathetic little life.”

‘This. Fucking. Bitch.’ Roy thought being left speechless simply standing there staring at him.

If only he knew how much his words were hurting him, how much every snarl was like an jab straight through his chest.

Actually he knew exactly how painful his words were, even saying them hurt Danny. Having to resort to yelling and screaming at the man he loved when the only thing he wanted to do was be held by him. It was killing him.

Rotting him slowly to the core, destroying everything left of him every time Roy clapped back.

“You are so fucking wrong!” He gave up with a sigh, dropping his hands defeatedly to his side. ”You want to know why? Get it in the car.”

Roy walked back to his Mercedes opening the passenger side for Danny first and furiously pointing at the seat. “In, Noriega!”

‘Is he being serious? Get in his car? Fuck no.’ Danny continued his internal freak out.

Pondering if this was some kind of rouse to lure him into his car to pull a bad 80’s gangster movie inspired stint and drive him to a deserted location to murder him. Especially now after their little verbal sparring match.

Reluctantly Danny stomped to the car as if his boot clad feet had a of life of their own, mumbling something about hating his treacherous body for betraying him like this as he slumped into the elegant black car.

Roy’s hands holding the steering wheel with such a tight vice grip his tan knuckles turned white.

He should’ve known it would be Raja that was at the bottom of this mess wether he knew it or not.

He had to repeatedly remind himself of his friend’s good intentions and how he’d been there to help him otherwise he probably would’ve strangled him with as much ferocity as he was gripping his wheel.

If he had just fucking killed Raja like he had promised years ago, but no. He just had to grow a heart and give that little amazing, kind hearted weasel a chance to burrow himself a comfy little home.

“Raja! Raven!” Roy stormed in backstage, all the queens still at their tables painting their faces jumping up in unison like one fucked up Mexican wave when he threw the door open.

“Is everything okay? Where’s Danny? Is he…” Raja followed Roy’s pointing and spotted the awkward teen standing outside against the car’s door and ran towards him. “Danny! Hi! Listen I can completely explain everything, okay.”

“Why am I here?” Danny looked over to Roy with a very annoyed expression.

“Because you got into my car, despite your whole ‘I hate you’ speech. So It’s either because you want to kill him that badly or me. Which is it?”

“Neither…” Danny’s rage seemed to have dwindled and the teen was left looking down at his hands, fiddling with his nails’ chipped paint. “I didn’t, I told you I was alone and just needed you.”

Through his earlier rage blinding him Roy had completely missed all the signs. His disheveled make up that was running down his flushed cheeks, his brightly colored vomit stained pants, the bruised knuckles slowly turning blue and purple…

“It was your party.” He thought out loud. Roy’s harsh tone now gone as he hesitantly stepped closer, as if carefully approaching a wounded animal. “Danny…where’s Dan? What happened?”

“Chris didn’t show up like he was supposed to and…Dan, he’s been like really I don’t know. He’s super gross. He like stalked my YouTube page and he wanted to keep making out but never actually talk to me. So when he tried making a move earlier I punched him.” He shivered at the memory with his eyes still on his hand examining the bruising around his knuckles, flinching when he tried wiggling his little finger. “And then I called you.”

“Why me? Why if you hate me so much did you call me?” Roy was now right in front of him looking up into those beautiful, still puffy eyes.

“I don’t hate you.” He admitted with a croak before the tears from earlier resumed. “But you shouldn’t be with him. I hate you because you’re with him! Not me! It should be me!”

There it was. They say once you name something you give it power.

Now it made sense.

He had given his greatest fear the chance to escape and outed it to the world and now there was absolutely no going back. The realization that Roy was no longer his leaving him an empty shell of what he once was.

Roy stepped closer quickly grabbing he sobbing boy just as he collapsed into the same broken mess he had been just a day earlier.

Holding him tightly keeping said shattered shell together, his toned arms around him being the only comfort Danny would ever need again

“It is you. It’s only you, it’s never been anyone else but you…” Roy shushed him holding him tightly caressing his head with his fingers tangled between the messy dark brunette mop.

“But I saw…” He looked up at Raja, the incredibly tall queen still standing by the back door of the club clutching her pearls.

“But you didn’t think.” Raja intervened with an almost motherly voice.

“Raj,” Roy spoke up with the most composed tone he’s managed all night shaking his head. “Not now.”

Raja nodded with a faint smile and went back into the club, leaving the pair alone once again.

“Come on, back in the car.” Roy ordered reaching behind Danny to open the door for him.

“Alright. Let’s get you cleaned up first and then we’ll talk about this okay? Sound like a plan?” Roy clapped his hands together as if he was addressing his class.

He had brought Danny back to his apartment so they’d have a safe space to discuss everything, hopefully calmer than earlier.

At least if things did get as vocal as in the parking lot they wouldn’t have to worry about breaking anything, Roy already took care of that earlier and swept the proof under the rug.

“Yeah.” Danny nodded with a whisper. He was dead silent the whole ride home, not once even acknowledging Roy or where he was bringing him.

The older never even pushed him to open up either, instead he just held his shaking hand in his rubbing the back of it lazily with his thumb. He knew all to well that once you opened that flood gate and had to verbalize your feelings you had to relive them.

Even just thinking about the torment Danny must’ve been in to make that big of a scene nearly drove Roy down the same deep pit. He wouldn’t wish reliving that despair on anyone let alone the broken boy he loved with every fibre of his being.

“What time does your mother expect you home?” Roy looked at his watch.

“Out of town. A cousin’s wedding or something with my stepdad.”

“Alright then.” Roy nodded. He flicked on the small bathroom’s fluorescent light and all the memories of the first time they did this came flooding making his heart ache as soon as he hid. “Bath or shower?”

“Bath.” Danny cocked his head in the tub’s direction and took off his jacket as Roy turned to put the water on, being quicker than him though he stopped him by grabbing his hand. “Don’t.”

He wasn’t ready to be without Roy yet even just for a bath. He’d been without him far too long and he physically couldn’t take any more of it.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Roy smiled walking up to the young man who was drawing him closer by the hand.

When they were only an inch or two apart Danny leaned forward, cupping Roy’s ever so slightly stubbled face to pull him in for a very feeble, shakey kiss.

This was it. This was what he needed, what they both needed to finally ease all that anguish.

Slowly Roy’s hands found their way to Danny’s hips, pulling their bodies closer as the intensity of their kissing grew. Their lips parting to eagerly take in more of the other.

Danny’s hands snaked down from his face to the bottom of his tight grey shirt feeling at every inch of Roy’s flat stomach at they did, breaking their kissing for only a second as he flung it off over Roy’s head.

“I missed you…” He breathed into Roy’s mouth just as the older was repeating the same thing with his shirt.

“I missed you too, so much you don’t even know.” He quickly slid his hands into the back of Danny’s tights and into his briefs to feel down his round ass, pulling both his pants and his underwear down swiftly in the process as Danny guided them back.

His now more stable hands fidgeting between them working on unbuckling Roy’s jeans so he could finally be his again.

When Roy’s back hit the bathroom wall with a quiet thud he spun them around and reached for his medicine cabinet next to Danny’s head.

Danny, with his palm flattened against the wall, stretched his arm around taking Roy’s growing erection in his other hand becoming impatient as he jerked him off slowly through his boxers.

Roy’s hand, just as impatient as his partner’s, dug between the bottles and miscellaneous lotions while his mouth explored the back of Danny’s neck. Peppering gentle kisses along the smooth skin till he found the small half full bottle of lube.

Once he heard the pop of the plastic cap flicking open Danny clumsily hooked his fingertips into the waistband and slid Roy’s boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free. Roy wasted no time in squirting a heavy amount of thick clear lube onto himself. Meanwhile Danny reached the hand previously jerking him off up around to hold onto Roy’s neck, pulling his lips back against his skin as Roy lowered his knees to enter Danny easier.

With his hands on Danny’s somewhat curvy hips Roy gradually inserted himself into his tight young asshole. Hearing the low whimper escaping between gritted teeth from the younger pinned between him and the wall.

“Ow…ow ow.” Danny quickly bit his bottom lip to avoid the involuntary cries suddenly coming out of his mouth. He knew tensing up would make this unnecessarily more difficult than it needed to be but the ice cold lube unexpectedly against his entrance made him flinch, not helped that he had forgotten how much Roy actually stretched him.

Roy felt Danny’s body tensing up further, his asshole tightly clenching around him making entering him any further nearly impossible without hurting him. He quickly moved his hands to Danny’s chest. Holding onto his non-existent pecs feeling his heartbeat racing against his fingertips.

“Sh, I got you, baby.” He soothed Danny with another kiss on his neck till the younger relaxed, his hands joining Roy’s holding onto them as the older started his steady thrusting.

He could tell by the sincerity in his sweet nothings the older meant it - he had him and without hesitation he’d protect him as he had done so many times before.

A light bulb went off in the back of his muddled mind, illuminating the one thing that’s been so clear all along but hidden beneath layers and layers of doubt and fear.

“I love you…I love you…” Danny started softly chanting, breathing it out in time with every new thrust Roy made.

The three simplest words that he’d been yearning for finally spoken. Roy hadn’t anticipated what an earth shattering impact they’d have on him but here they were.

He knew without a shred of doubt he’d give up everything in a heartbeat for this boy, throw away everything he was just to hear those 3 words every day for the rest of his life.

Roy let go of Danny’s torso and with his hands on the wall each side of the younger he gradually pulled himself out.

Grabbing the condom that he’d forgotten from the tall box he accidentally knocked over earlier in his hunt for lube he spun Danny around.

Kissing him deeply as his hands trailed down his sides to his backside and with a firm grip on his soft cheeks he picked him up.

Not a good idea with his bruises but who cared, nothing in that moment mattered except Danny. It was all he could focus on. The love of his life he so nearly lost. Might still lose…

With Danny’s long legs wrapped around his waist as they walked down the hall to the bedroom they were already in the perfect position when Roy went to sit down on edge of the bed.

Muscle memory took over as he slipped the condom on as speedily as he could without needing to look while their lips remained locked. Hungrily searching for comfort in each other.

“I love you too…” Roy breathed out when Danny pulled back from their kissing, biting his lip again to avoid any involuntary responses slipping out this time he lowered back down onto Roy’s waiting cock.

Maintaining silent eye contact with his fingertips gently on either side of Roy’s jaw Danny started steadily rolling his hips. Each testing the other person’s declaration of love, waiting to see if either would run.

“I love you, Danny.” Roy repeated his words even fainter this time.

This was it, this was real. Roy really loved him. Courtney Love and Kurt Cobain real. Sid and Nancy real. Sacrificing himself without any hesitation real.

He loved Roy and Roy loved him. It was the only certainty between them.

With Danny’s fingers intertwined behind Roy’s neck, their kissing grew intenser, deeper as did their movements. Roy soon feeling down his back leaving a trail of goosebumps behind he reached down to hold onto his ass guiding his every steady move.

Nothing about there interactions were rushed or had the usual roughness of their previous encounters, they were smooth and intimate.

The gentle touches of their hands and lips lingering wherever they made contact, savoring this deeply personal cathartic moment.

Even when Danny picked up the pace of his hips, the slapping of their bodies and the crinkling of Roy’s pants still halfway down his thighs remained drowned out by their soft grunts and moans.

Their bodies saying everything they had hoped to say without either ever having to utter a single word.

Soon Danny’s head lifted exposing the tender flesh of his neck stained red from arousal, his lips pressed against Roy’s furrowed damp forehead. “More…please, give it to me…more.”

The hands gripping his ass moved back up and Roy’s arms snaked their way around his back, enveloping his small frame to pull them as close as physically possible.

His hips thrusting up faster to meet Danny’s now hurried riding, the moans escaping Danny’s lips growing more strained as the petite chest pressed against Roy’s rose and fell quicker.

Roy’s head nuzzled against Danny’s collarbone, biting into the delicate, tender flesh to muffle his grunting. This was definitely going to leave a mark but so be it, let it. Let the world know that he was his.

“…oh…shi…” Danny’s body starting trembling in Roy’s grip, a hot load of cum shortly after following shooting out between them onto Roy’s chest. The sticky, pale white liquid leaking down his body to the bruise around his gut.

Roy eased up on his hips’ movements to allow Danny to ride his orgasm out at his own pace but the younger never let up.

“Don’t stop…” He breathed out “…more…”

Ceasing his teeth’s gnawing into his collar Roy moved his lips up to trial kisses up his lover’s pulsing, heated neck to his jaw. The tenderness in which his lips worked a striking contrast to harshness of his black nails digging into Danny’s sides.

The grip of Danny’s skinny arms still around his neck growing tighter with every smack of their bodies as did the coil in his abdomen.

This was how Roy wanted to die, right here lost in Danny’s arms forever.

“Baby…” Roy warned and Danny picked up the pace for him, increasing the intensity in which he rode him to bring him closer to his desperately needed release.

“…give it to me, babe.” Danny encouraged.

With a final deep, almost painful groan Roy climaxed, clinging as tightly possible onto the body between his arms scared of falling apart if he did.

“Sorry.” Danny finally spoke when Roy climbed into the white porcelain bathtub sitting down behind him.

They were seated in the deliciously warm water that filled the tub to the brim with bubbles. Roy behind Danny against the back of the tub with Danny securely between his legs leaning forward with his hands resting under the water on his shins.

“For?” Roy asked putting his messily tangled hair into a bun at the top of his head, wiping away any stray strands of hairs to kiss along the small hickey forming on his neck.

“Everything I said…” Danny looked down ashamed of what he shouted during their fight, lifting his hands to now run them up and down along Roy’s spread thighs on either side of him.

He felt mortified that they ever even had such an argument, it was good to get everything out and in the open but not like that. Not in that ugly manner.

“Don’t be.” Roy’s hands slid down Danny’s shoulders to the ones on his thighs. “I don’t blame you, I deserved it. You had your heart broken because I’m an actual fucking idiot and you’re right, I was selfish.”

The guilt of everything he’d put the younger through with his overthinking slowly gnawing away at him forcing him to face his greatest fear, himself, and apologize. Swallowing every last bit of pride he had to do it.

“You weren’t.” Danny shook his head.

“No I was. I shouldn’t have just been so quick to dismiss you because of my own stupid insecurities, I should’ve listened. If I had known earlier that those idiots tried that shit I wouldn’t have asked you to leave like that.” As he spoke Danny leaned back, his back now against Roy’s well toned chest and his head in his shoulder. The skin on skin contact even more soothing than the water. “I did want you to stay, I really did, but I didn’t want you to be miserable here with me when you’d rather be with your friends.”

“Fuck my friends.” Danny scoffed, titling his head back so he could look up at Roy asking silently for a small kiss.

“You don’t mean that.” Roy rested his temple against Danny’s when his head returned to it’s previous spot in the nook of Roy’s collar.

“I do. Jay heard Dan likes me and invited him to my party, but he thought getting invited was some kind of, like, I don’t know…me asking him out and then Chris told me to give you a taste of your own medicine and fucking show him off or something.” He scrunched his face up in disgust at the memory. “So fuck them all, hope they all get some kind of STD.”

Roy laughed at his shady ass comment and wrapped on arm under Danny’s arm to drape it over his chest with his hand on Danny’s shoulder like a seatbelt shielding him from any further harm. Physical or emotional.

“Alright then. Where even is this great Chris? You said he didn’t show?”

Danny trailed his hand along the arm over him to distract himself as the sudden intense longing for his friend hit him.

“He didn’t, his grandma got sick and he’s super attached so he stayed behind.” He hooked the fingers of his other hand between Roy’s and lifted their now clasped together hands, examining his bruised knuckles. “Dan…”

“Milk.” Roy interrupted. Fuck he hated that kid. He wasn’t worthy of the same name as his love or anything better than the absurd nickname he had dubbed him. “Fuck him too, he can get an especially nasty STD.”

“Asshole.” Danny laughed, making Roy’s heart flutter. “He’s such a gross ass kisser though. He fucking tried to grope me, man. So I punched his ass.”

“Atta boy!” Roy praised proudly and brought the clasped together hands to his lips to gave each purple and red knuckle a gentle kiss careful to not hurt him. “But this might be fractured, I’ll take you to the doctors tomorrow if it’s worse.”

“Okay.” Danny sighed. Time to face the inevitable. Like a bandaid. “So what’s the deal with you and Raja, honestly? Why did you take me to see him?”

“Oh that.” Roy laughed. “I actually wanted to introduce you to Raven, you remember her right? About Raja’s height, tan, heavy ass make up with that silicone face.”

“Yeah I think so why?” Danny thought back to their New York trip together where he met a Raven.

Roy raised their hands up in front of Danny’s confused face again and playfully wiggled his ring finger. “That’s his husband you dumb bitch.”

“Oh…” Danny felt his cheek growing every shade of red imaginable and started sinking lower into the warm bubbly water. It was the only alternative to hiding his head in the dirt from embarrassment like an ostrich who was just caught with his pants down.

Roy picked up on his attempted evasiveness and pulled him back up laughing at his cartoonish blushing face.

He swaddled Danny with both his arms now around his chest, even the one still holding onto his. “You’re so precious when you’re all stupid.”

“Hey.” Danny pouted looking up at him again, his heart dropping when he saw Roy’s expression falling again.

“He actually tried going after you too to apologize for him and Shane giving you the dad speech to try and scare you.”

“They did?” Danny got a sinking feeling in his chest for not seeing through their tough guy act from the beginning. If he had this whole situation could’ve been avoided. He was usually so in tune with people’s energies why did he miss it?

“What you thought you saw at school was Raja feeling like horse shit and coming back to apologize for what he did after I cut him off.”

The memory of Danny’s upset face when he looked up at them flashing through his mind’s eye.

“You did? Why?”

“They were trying to be smart asses and instead they ended up hurting you. I don’t want anyone in my life who’s going to hurt you regardless of who they are.” Roy’s voice got low.

Danny stretched his neck up to kiss Roy as a thank you, like a princess kissing a knight after he rescued her from some great evil.

This guy really genuinely cared about him. How that was even reality absolutely stunned Danny. “I love you.”

Roy’s face lit up at the words, the way he said them in his sweet voice only adding to the butterflies in his stomach.

“I love you too.” He returned the kiss with another drawn out one. “And don’t worry I don’t think they’ll try it again.”

He reached for the hamper next to them with the grey bottle of body wash Danny had bought him on it.

“They won’t?” Danny rested his head back in it’s spot and kissed Roy’s neck.

“Nope.” Roy splashed some of the warm water over Danny’s chest before squirting the soapy charcoal colored liquid onto him. “Totally kicked their asses.”

“Legit.” Danny nodded impressed with Roy defending his honor so gallantly. Purring as Roy’s hands went about massaging the soap onto his skin. “Can I stay the night?”

Roy smiled kissing his temple. “Sure, baby.”

“Hey. Can I go through your music?”

“Yeah, sure.” After their bath and impromptu make out session as they were drying off Danny’s stomach starting growling uncontrollably loud.

Thus Roy promptly went to work making them each something to eat as the younger explored the house.

“What happened to your tv?” Danny shouted from the living room while Roy was reading the instructions on the back of a frozen pizza box he found in his freezer.

“Uh…nothing.” He panicked.

‘I broke it.’ He thought remembering how he threw one of his books at it in a fit of rage over seeing Danny with another.

“Mh-hm.” Danny came back into the kitchen a moment later with his lips pursed and the slow piano intro of Placebo’s Running Up That Hill following him.

Roy turned on the oven to preheat it and turned back to Danny walking over to him just in time for him to come up to him surprising him with a hug. Holding onto him tightly with his chin on his shoulder.

It doesn’t hurt me. Do you want to feel how it feels? Do you want to know that it doesn’t hurt me? Do you want to hear about the deal that I’m making?

There were no words, just the couple embracing each other tightly making up for lost time as the song continued playing around them.

With everything now explained calmly thanks to the relaxing high of both their amazing moment of intimacy and the long hot bath things could go back to normal.

Not entirely normal. After declaring their love for each other probably nothing would ever be normal again.

That was a future Roy’s problem to deal with though. The absolutely only concern on present Roy’s mind was engraining every little detail of their domestic bliss with his arms around the guy he loved swaying to a song he loved into it.

It was as if the man he was 48 hours ago no longer existed, Danny had completely stripped every fear, every worry, every negative thought from his mind and replaced it with images of them laughing like children wrapped in towels making bubble beards.

His doctor had been right, he might’ve been talking about his bruises but it fit the context so let’s go with it.

It had to get worse before it could get better.

And sure when things did get worse they were just plain disastrous, I’m talking hurricane Katrina level disastrous. Nonetheless in the end it was all worth it a million times over.

You, it’s you and me. And if I only could, I’d make a deal with God, And I’d get him to swap our places, Be running up that road, Be running up that hill, Be running up that building… “Roy?” Danny finally spoke interrupting his peaceful thoughts.

“Hm?”

You don’t want to hurt me, But see how deep the bullet lies. Unaware I’m tearing you asunder…

“I’m dropping out…”

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Exotic part 1

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Bucky x siren!reader, Steve x siren!reader and Tony x siren!reader

Warnings: Talk of rape, sexual activities

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: 5 years later, you and Tony have a fling and Steve asks you to go to Wakanda with him.

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“So what’s going on with you and Stevie boy?”

You’re straddling Tony’s thighs, completely naked except for the skimpy cotton panties he got you earlier today during your little shopping trip. As you’re sipping from your glass of white wine, you rock your hips teasingly slow over Tony’s clothed member, straining against the dark fabric of his boxer briefs.

Kinking an eyebrow at him, you roll your head to the side and sigh. “There’s nothing going on between me and Steve,” you reply as the words roll of your tongue with a touch of venom. “Why would you ever assume there’s something going on with me and Steve?”

Tony wets his lower lip, rolling it between his teeth as he tries to keep his hands to himself. You made it very clear that he can’t touch you now if he wants to get laid later tonight. “Then why did Natasha say she saw you enter his room at three in the morning?”

“Because Natasha doesn’t like me.” Sighing deeply, you down the rest of the clear liquid in one go and put the glass aside on the bedroom table, resting your hands on Tony’s lower stomach as you press your warm core to his aching cock. “And she’ll say anything to discredit me.”

“What the fuck happened between you two?”

“Oh Tony,” you coo sweetly, “It’s a long story and it happened a long time ago.”

Tony’s fingertips tick softly against your skin, a heavy mood falling over his eyelids as he closes his eyes in frustration. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. But seriously, baby, if Steve has as much as a tiny crush on you, I’m pulling the plug.”

“No, it’s alright, babe. It just – Steve asked me to go to Wakanda with him.”

A low growl falls from Tony’s lips as he firmly plants his hands on your hips, your fingertips leaving soft, red marks on his skin as you drag them down his bare torso. “Bucky is coming out of cryo.”

“And why should you be there?”

“Don’t worry, Tony, I know what I’m doing,” you assure the man of iron, “I wanna be there for when he wakes up. I wanna be there and meet the new James. Not the Winter Soldier that abused me, but a man named James Buchanan Barnes.”

“What about Raegan? She’ll be there, too, you know. Under custody, but still, she’ll be there.”

“She kind of saved my life. And now that Hydra is dead and dismantled, there’s no reason for us to be enemies. Raegan was Andrei’s sex slave, forcibly taken away from her parents. Just like I was kidnapped and forced to be Bucky’s handler.” Tracing his stubbled jawline with your thumb, you lean in to peck his lips in a tender kiss. “Relax. Steve and I got this under control.”

This seems to calm him down, but as your wetness is seeping through the flimsy fabric of your panties, Tony gets increasingly excited and makes a suggestion of his own. “I believe you, sweetheart. How about some dry humping, hm? What do you say, princess?”

“Call me princess again and I’m yours,” is your reply while you roll off Tony and welcome him on top of you, your arms lacing around his broad shoulders as he rubs his erection against your entrance.

“I’m surprised Tony agreed,” Steve comments casually as you gear up in the locker rooms of the compound. He’s standing with his back to you but is gazing over his shoulder at where you’re zipping up your jacket.

“I sang to him.” With a wink you tell him it’s okay to turn around again and as you inspect his suit, dusting off some dirt from the last mission, you press a chaste kiss to his cheek. When you notice Steve’s face is drained of all colour, you shake your head and laugh. “Don’t worry Steve, I didn’t sing to him. I don’t do that anymore.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“But why would Tony have anything to say about it?,” you continue, surprised by Steve’s remark.

The blond shrugs with one shoulder, picking up his shield. “I don’t know, aren’t you two like dating or something?”

“That’s funny,” you chuckle amused as you walk towards the elevator, pressing the button to the right floor. “Tony said something similar about you and me.”

The doors to the elevator slide open and reveal the private jet that will take you to Wakanda. “But no, we’re not dating. After Pepper left,” you explain softly, “Tony… needs someone to take care of him. He can’t sleep unless someone cradles him to sleep. And if we both can’t sleep, we sometimes have sex and when we do we’re both so exhausted we fall asleep right after.”

“Kind of an odd arrangement if you ask me,” Steve mumbles under his breath. “Just be careful, Y/N.”

Squeezing his shoulder, you give him a sideway glance that pretty much says you’re not very happy about his observations but appreciate the concern. “Anyway,” you breathe out slowly, “I’m ready to go see Bucky. When he was still the Winter Soldier, we rarely spoke.”

Steve’s lips form a tight-lipped smile. “Unless when he had been out of cryo for too long. Then I’d sing to him. But talk?” You fasten your seatbelt after you’ve taken your assigned seat next to Steve, who naturally is the pilot of this flight to Wakanda. “We never said anything else but I’m sorry and I never replied anything else but I know. And that was right before he’d rape me.”

The super soldier casts his eyes downwards to all the buttons in front of him, trying to avoid your eyes. “I guess it could’ve been worse. If Andrei had given his men the same orders, I wouldn’t have survived the first night. But I was meant to be the whore of the Winter Soldier as much as I was supposed to be his handler. My job was to please both Andrei and the Soldat in any way I could.”

Gazing over at Steve, you see his hands wrapped tightly around the armrest of his seat. He’s clenching his teeth, shifting uncomfortably as he starts up the engine. After a while, when you’re flying over vast oceans and unexplored wilderness, he dares to look at you for the first time since you took off. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have involved you in all of this.”

You smile sarcastically, his apology bringing back a bittersweet memory as Bucky used to repeat those exact same words to you over and over again. “I know,” you chuckle but your answer has lost all humour. “But you should involve me in all of this. I might not use my abilities anymore, but keeping me locked up at the compound won’t make me a good agent. I need field experience. So consider this field experience and not some desperate attempt to get the Soldat out of your best friend’s head.”

“The king already got the trigger words out.” Knitting his eyebrows together, the Captain doesn’t seem to understand your scepticism of this mission.

“Steve…,” you roll your eyes at him with a dry chuckle. “We both know that removing the trigger words does not mean restoring Bucky’s old self. Far from it, actually. So you’re gonna need me to sing to him, to bring back the Winter Soldier so we can eradicate him forever.”

Switching to auto-pilot, Steve unbuckles his seat belt and stands up from his seat, gesturing to you to do the same and afterwards tugging you along by your arm, his touch burning through you gear. Once he’s isolated you from the rest of the people on the plane, he whispers harshly into your ear. “What is that all about, Y/N?”

Yanking your arm free, you hiss through gritted teeth. “I’m on this flight, not because you think I should make amends with the man that abused me, the man I controlled for a very long time. No, I am on this flight because you,” poking Steve’s chest, you emphasise your words, “Need me to give you your Bucky back. And the only way I can do that, is to sing. Not to Bucky, but to the Winter Soldier.”

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himbowelsh · 7 years ago

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What would Bob boys do in modern AU? Their professions?

Richard Winters: He’d be a manager at Nixon Nitration Works, amazing at his job, but dissatisfied with life. He’d love to work on a farm – somewhere he could see the sunrise every morning, and be happy with his own hours – but at the moment, that’s not in the picture for him.

Lewis Nixon: Nix, as ever, delights in doing absolutely nothing. He rides his dad’s money home, avoids getting a job at every possible opportunity. (He’s constantly reading and is too smart for his own good, so he could probably be a professor, but he’d rather die.)

Harry Welsh: A kindergarten teacher. He was a substitute for a long time. Now that he’s finally gotten his own classroom, and he’s not sure if he’s running the class or if the kids are running him.

Carwood Lipton: Carwood has an engineering degree, and is always coming up with new ideas… that he keeps to himself and does pretty much nothing with. One day, he keeps telling himself; but at the moment, he’s focused on working at the auto mechanic shop in town to stay close to his family and help take care of them.

Ron Speirs: Still a military man, but he moonlight as a volunteer firefighter between tours of duty. Ron… needs adrenaline to live.

Eugene Roe: An extremely, EXTREMELY harried medical resident, who eventually wants to go into general surgery. He’s the top resident in his program, even if that leaves him with very little free time.

Bill Guarnere and Babe Heffron: Okay, okay, hear me out. I really like the idea of Bill and Babe being firefighter buddies. I dunno why, I just… I LOVE it, okay? They went through the academy together, but Babe took a year off – not he’s candidate at Bill’s house, and Bill makes sure to show him the ropes. Babe is always taking boneheaded risks that nearly get him killed (and bring him to the hospital more often than not, where they all know him well) but these two are a dynamic duo that work incredibly together! (This is before Bill loses his leg, of course. If that happens in a modern AU. Besides, idk if that would really stop Bill Guarnere – if he can do firefighter-y things with two legs, he can do them with one. Bill’s a badass.)

Ralph Spina: Went to med school for six months, before dropping out and starting a bakery. He’s MUCH happier now.

John Julian: Works at Verizon because he thought the job would get him a free phone. It didn’t.

Joe Toye: I want to say tattoo artist JUST BECAUSE the idea of Joe as a tattoo artist has got me like whoa… but I could also see him as a personal trainer or a construction worker, someone who does a lot of physical work. He’s a smart guy, but never went to college, so he feels like he doesn’t have many options, and kind of puts himself down for that.

George Luz: He works as a handyman, but has secret aspirations to be a stand-up comic. He also volunteers at the hospital during his free time, because they say laughter is the best medicine, and sick people need it the most.

Buck Compton: Buck can do anything, okay? He’s just… he’s Buck. Right now, he’s coming off the heels of a successful college sports career, but after an injury prevented him from going pro, he threw himself into law studies instead. He’s now a licensed lawyer and looking into starting his own firm.

Joe Liebgott: A taxi driver sometimes, and whenever he’s not doing that he’s cutting hair. He has a special talent for finding work anywhere, and Joe can get along with pretty much anyone as long as they’re not an asshole, so he makes it work.

David Webster: He doesn’t… work… really. He rooms with Hoobler, and gets rent from his parents, “out of practicality, not pride” – meaning he’s too lazy to get off his ass and get a job. He sails, and he writes. That’s, like… his thing. He’s convinced that he’s going to publish a book eventually, and spends so much free time writing that everyone is amazed that he hasn’t. (He still proclaims “I’m a writer!” and insists it’s a real job when anyone asks.)

Donald Hoober: Beleagured IT support guy who tries to put together his own computers in his spare time. He’s blown up more than he’s fixed. Think “mechanical Seamus Finnegan”.

Albert Blithe: Works at the animal shelter! He’s surrounded by puppies and kittens all the time, it’s just… livin’ the dream for him.

Floyd Talbert: Is right there at the shelter with Blithe, mainly because Tab and puppies is a combination that makes me melt. (I may have gotten this idea from a fanfic.) He’s the one who takes the animals out on walks, so he’s kind of become the “poster child” for the shelter – everybody knows his face as the “cute dog boy” if not by name.

Shifty Powers: Works at a local flower shop where he’s good at growing pretty much anything. He also volunteers at the animal shelter and nursing homes in his spare time!

Bull Randleman: Currently his job is to drive large trucks full of heavy equipment around without running anything/one over. This isn’t a very hard job; Bull can do it with ease. He thinks he’d like to run his own bar one day, though; Johnny promises that once he’s made enough money, they’ll do it together.

Johnny Martin: Is always in the middle of some business venture or another, and making obscene amounts of money from it. One week he’s selling vitamin water, the next week it’s watches, the next week textbooks to college students. No one knows how he does it; it’s all probably legal. Bull’s bar might be coming sooner than he thinks.

Chuck Grant: Runs a coffee shop where most of the gang meets up and chills out. He threatens to kick them out when they get too rowdy, but he’s never above hanging out with the guys when the situation calls for it.

Don Malarkey: Okay, these three in general have no clue what they want to be, and just bounce around from odd job to odd job. At the moment he works at the local auto shop with Lip, but he’s been studying business, and could see himself doing something in that field.

Skip Muck: Skip could probably be a musician or comedian, but he has... ISSUES with the showman’s world in general (it’s tied into his dad leaving the family to become a travelling musician, he’d rather not talk about it) so at the moment he’s the most charming barista at Chuck’s coffee shop. He sometimes thinks about going back to college and getting a teaching degree, though -- he might be good at that.

Alex Penkala: Works at the library. It’s definitely not what he wants to do for the rest of his life, but he has no clue WHAT he wants to do. At least this way he gets some peace and quiet, and can help people find books they’re looking for. (Sometimes he steals a few quiet moments to read for himself. He hasn’t gotten in trouble with his boss yet.)

Frank Perconte: He’s a mailman, and genuinely enjoys it! He never reads anybody else’s mail (”that’s illegal, idiot”) but somehow knows all the gossip on everybody.

#headcanons #band of brothers #Anonymous

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betweenstories · 4 years ago

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CHAPTER 24

“Girl, you know what winks and then fucks like a tiger?”

I arch a brow and try not to grin at LeRoy, the resident charmer currently holding court behind the Jade Bar.

LeRoy flashes me a wide smile. His brilliant white teeth shine bright against his blue/black skin.

As if he’s posing for the cover of Muscle and Fitness magazine, he arranges himself in an Atlas pose, flexes a massive bicep, and delivers an exaggerated, cheeky wink.

At that, I laugh out loud.

“I’ll give that one an eight. Actually, make it a nine. The bicep action was a nice touch.”

LeRoy chuckles as he pulls a small note pad from his back pocket. Plucking the pencil from behind his ear, he jots down the number.

I sip my Ginger Fig Martini��yuck! too sweet!—and try to hide my reaction.

“What’s the score now?”

After a moment of silent calculation, LeRoy announces, “In the World Championship for best corny pick-up line artist, I’m up by three.” He points at me with the pencil. “Time to bring your A-game, babe.”

I wrinkle my nose.

“I’ve never liked that endearment. Every time I hear it, all I can think about is the pig from the movie.”

LeRoy laughs. “Okay. Time to bring your A-game, chica. Is that better?”

I wobble my splayed fingers back-and-forth in a “so-so” motion.

We’d met LeRoy our second night in town when we’d stopped in for a nightcap at the Jade Bar. The moment I’d heard his thick accent, I’d bonded in the manner of all true southerners “abroad”—instantly and loyal unto death. Taking in the sheer mass of the male specimen, I’d known he had to be an ex-linebacker. Standing on the bar rail, I’d raised my palm high, and in my best southern drawl, I’d shouted above the clamber of the bar,

“Hey Georgia! How ‘bout dem dawgs!?”

His face had instantly split into a wide grin, and then he’d nearly taken my arm off with an overly exuberant high-five.

Once the bar rush had ended, he’d parked a rack of clean glasses on a nearby cooler and begun polishing wine stems before sliding them into the overhead rack.

Reading bartender code for, “I’ve got time to talk, I’d motioned to his name tag and asked if he went by LEE-roy or luh-ROY, because I had no desire to insult royalty. He’d smiled huge and flashed his pearly whites.

“My Mama called me her little king. She was the only one evuh’ called me luh-ROY, but you can call me anything you like.” With a wink, he’d added, “You can even call a ride for ol’ LeRoy when he leaves yo’ bed in the mawnin’.”

I’d decided right then, that LeRoy was unique in all the world. How many people could get away with speaking about themselves in the third person? None I’d ever met. LeRoy had just made it seem easy.

Just then, you’d returned from the restroom. I’d thought the Georgia boy would have the good grace to be embarrassed. Not so. He’d flirted with you as aggressively as he had with me. I think it was just his personality.

I’d wondered how you’d react to this male attention, but you’d handled it with the same aplomb you handled everything else.

When LeRoy had leaned on the bar and said, “I heard you English are the biggest freaks in the bedroom. How ‘bout you? Wha’s yo’ kink?”

You hadn’t missed a beat.

Grinning wide, you’d said, “I’m into listening to a southern woman tell me knock-knock jokes while she braids her hair before bed. Is that a kink?”

LeRoy’s laugh had been hearty, infectious.

Back in the present, I think, “Down by three!” and my competitive spirit kicks in.

Clearing my throat, I sit up straight and crack my mental knuckles.

“You might want to brace yourself for this one.”

LeRoy chuckles.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the back bar mirror.

Tonight’s hair is “concert style”: slicked back ponytail high atop my head (good for if it’s hot inside the venue) with the entire length braided into a long, loose fishtail.

With slow, exaggerated movements, I lift my hand. My silver bracelets chime as they tumble down from my wrist to my elbow. Circling my fingers around the top section of the braid, I lower my eyes to half-mast and slide my fist slowly down the length. I move back up to the top and stroke down once again.

When I reach the end a second time, I bring the tip to my mouth and slide it back and forth over my bottom lip. Pitching my voice an octave lower, I let my words roll out slow. For LeRoy’s benefit, I inject as much of the south into my accent as possible.

When I see the pulse point in his neck kick into high gear, I deliver my entry for best corny pick-up line.

“Hey, Big Guy.... I hope you got a good lawyuh...”

I close my eyes and softly moan. When I open them again, I lean forward and whisper,

“ .... ‘cause you just caused a flood in my basement.”

Immediately, I fall out of character. Dropping my braid, I’m all innocence as I sip my too-sweet martini.

LeRoy blinks once and then there’s that grin again.

“Day-yum, girl. You bettah get a permit for that voice, ‘cause you can slay fo’ sho’.”

I smile and wonder how much of LeRoy’s twang is fo’ show.

After writing in his note pad again, he points at me. “Up by seven.” He smiles. “You might wanna brace yourself for this one.”

In a move I’m sure took countless hours to perfect, he stretches his arms up to grasp the top edge of the overhead glass rack. His shirt comes untucked revealing three inches of finely chiseled male.

Before he speaks, I jump in, “Ten! Tens across the board for the best v-cut I’ve ever seen!”

Trapezoids dancing, LeRoy grins at me. “You sure you ain’t hittin’ on me? ‘Cause it feels like you’re hittin’ on me.”

“I’m sure.” I tap my chin as I look to the ceiling. “Actually, I’m ninety-two percent sure.”

LeRoy shakes his head.

“You might be worse than I am.”

“Entirely possible.”

As LeRoy clears away my plate, he tells me he likes a woman who cleans her plate. I thank him for the compliment.

For me, food is gas for my vehicle. Having dessert and high sugar alcohol for lunch had been low-grade fuel. I’d needed every bite of the simple grilled chicken breast and steamed veggies to get something better in my tank. When he starts to take my martini glass, I start to protest.

“I know you doan like it.” With a wink he adds, “You doan hafta be gentle with ol’ LeRoy.”

“In that case, luh-ROY, I’ll try the Ruinart. Where I’m from, nobody sells it by the glass.”

Just then, my spidey-sense tingles. I feel as if I’m being watched. I scan the room for the source until my gaze lands on you.

Casually leaning an elbow on the far end of the polished oak bar, your gaze is locked on mine. I can just make out the faint smile that always hides at the corner of your mouth, the one that peeks out whenever our eyes meet.

You’ve shaved. The line between your beard and cheek is sharp. I watch as you take in my thick braid, my deep red lips. I see the way heat flares in your expression as you track down to my skin tight black leather pants. When you raise your gaze, I don’t miss the way you zero in on my thin white tee, the black lace demi-bra, or—more specifically—the two tight points visible underneath.

Tucking a hand in the front pocket of your jeans, you hook your black leather jacket on a finger and drape it over your shoulder. My body hums, electric, as you slowly stroll my way. I glance at your midnight blue cashmere sweater, the sweater I’d once told you I loved to rub my bare breasts against. Your sleeves are pushed up to just below your elbows. Wicked man! I know you’ve done this on purpose. I know because I see your smirk when you see me notice.

Pre-you, I hadn’t noticed forearms whatsoever. Now, I wish I had a “forearm of the month” wall calendar featuring you in twelve themed vignettes. I smile and silently deem this look, “Mr. October.”

A few months earlier, I’d texted you, “I’m currently imagining riding you till I’m slick with sweat. I want to pin your arms over your head, wrap my fingers tight around your forearms and suck on your tongue till you buck beneath me, till I scream, till you fill me up with... compliments.” I hadn’t realised auto-correct had struck again until you’d texted back,

“Yes, please! 😋 But is “firearms” a euphemism? Even if it’s not, my answer’s still yes!! We’ll have to explore this whilst on your side of the pond though, as they’re basically illegal for civilians here.”

Suddenly, you’re in front of me. You bend and kiss me slow and sweet. Your mouth is soft and warm. You taste faintly of peppermint.

I smile. “You can do that again if you’d like.”

Draping your jacket over the back of a bar stool, you slip your hands around my waist and kiss me again.

“Y’all need to get a room, for real.” LeRoy slides a wine stem from the overhead rack, holds it up to the light to check for water spots, then pours a generous glass of your new favorite Merlot.

At that moment, a server appears, dome-covered plate in hand. LeRoy takes the plate and places it in front of you. With great ceremony, he lifts the lid to reveal ...

Brows furrowed, I lean in for a better look. It smells fantastic, but I have no idea what he’s revealed. Since you’d talked to LeRoy about food for more than an hour a few nights earlier, I’d left your meal selection up to him.

Reminding me of a big-eyed puppy, LeRoy looks at you, eager, clearly seeking your approval. He announces, “Braised oxtail tacos with chef’s special sauce.

You unroll your silverware.

“Thank you, my friend. It smells delicious. What’s chef’s special sauce?”

“It’s his secret. All I know is it’s good. It’s what I imagine it would taste like to go down on Charlize Theron.

While you chuckle, I raise a forefinger, “I’ll have a plate of that please.”

At that, you and LeRoy both laugh. While you tuck into your meal, you pepper LeRoy with enough compliments to send him into service personnel ecstasy.

“LeRoy and I were in the middle of a contest for best corny pick-up lines.

At that, LeRoy’s expression turns mischievous. “Okay, I got one.”

Propping an elbow on the bar in front of you, his bicep bulges as he pinches the material of his shirt and rubs it between thumb and forefinger.

“You know what kind of fabric this is?”

Fork suspended in mid-air, you shake your head.

LeRoy grins. “Threesome material.”

I never thought I’d live to see the day, but you’ve actually been rendered speechless. A fine blush spreads over your cheeks.

LeRoy maintains his grin. “Think about it. S’all I’m sayin’.”

Still shaking your head, you take a large bite of oxtail.

Twenty minutes later, you take your last sip of wine while I take my last sip of champagne. When I turn to look at you, your eyes are suddenly fierce.

Seizing my hand, you press a kiss against my palm. Your lips are soft and warm.

“What was that for?”

You raise my hand to your face, close your eyes, and press my palm to your cheek before covering it with your own. You inhale deep.

“I’m happy. That’s all.”

Such a simple statement. In this moment, I realize I’m happy as well. I raise your other hand to my cheek, smile as I cover it with my own.

“Seriously, don’t y’all have somewhere to be?”

With a look of feigned irritation, LeRoy clears away your plate and wipes down the bar.

I check the time on my phone while you look at your watch.

I lean over the bar and speak low. “Just put this on mine with thirty percent. Kay?”

He nods. We’d discovered the easiest way to handle travel expenses was to split the room charge and keep separate accounts for additional charges. We took turns paying for food. We didn’t have to clear personal purchases with each other, and it made my accounting easier since I could write off some expenses on my taxes.

Thanking LeRoy, you reach over the bar to shake his hand. “Have a great night. Maybe we’ll see you later? Are you closing?”

He shakes his head. “I’m here till Volume, so probably not.”

Flashing his mega-watt smile, he adds, “But y’all have fun and tell Teddy I said hello.”

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littledonkeyburrito · 7 years ago

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I need to start coming up with more creative titles for these.

Ever kissed anyone with a nipple piercing? Not that I’m aware of, but there’s a couple of people that I’ve made out with and never seen shirtless, so who knows

What about a lip piercing? No

Nose piercing? I don’t think so

Did you sleep alone last night? Yep

How are you sitting? Cross legged on the couch

Where is your family? Probably in their respective homes

Do you plan on sleeping in tomorrow? Always

What were you doing at 12 AM last night? Sleeping

Waiting for something? A call back from any of the companies I’ve sent resumes to

How many people did you kiss last summer? I think it was only one actually, but there was a couple more that were summer adjacent.

Was yesterday terrible? Yesterday was fine

Did you reject or accept your last friend request? I accepted it but I probably shouldn’t have bc tbh I think she’ll get pretty annoying on my facebook (ex work colleague)

Do you like pretzels? They’re fine but they’re totally overrated by america

Do you wait until you’ve completely finished a certain makeup product before you buy a new one? I don’t buy makeup products

Would you say that people consider you a major flirt? I don’t know. You would have to ask “people”

Do any of your friends have children? Not yet

If you have a girlfriend/boyfriend, how long have you been together? I do not

Did you wake up before 8 AM this morning? I sure as fuck did not.

Do you wear eyeliner? Nah

Whose wall have you wrote on today? Nobody

Would you rather cry in public or make someone else cry in public? Neither, both are super awkward for me

Would you rather sleep for 3 days or stay awake for 3 days?   I feel like I’ve done both before. Depending on what I’m doing, both have their pros and cons

Would you rather be just rich or rich and famous? Just rich

Who will you be sleeping with tonight? Nobody

Last person to make you laugh? The internet

Do you look at older pictures and laugh? Depends on the picture

When will your next kiss be? no idea

Have you ever truly thought you knew who you were going to marry? No

Do you have anything that belongs to a partner or an ex partner? No

What would you say if someone told you they were in love with your sister? That I don’t have a sister

Has anyone called you babe or baby in the last two days? No, I’m not sure anyone’s called me that ever and I’d prefer it stay that way

Do you still talk to the person you last kissed? Currently waiting to see how long it’ll take him to message me first for once. So, kinda I guess

Who was the last person of the opposite sex to be in your bedroom?   Um well technically my apartment is a studio and my landlord was here like 20 minutes ago so I guess it was him. But the last dude to go in the actual bedroom area was the guy who stayed with me a few weekends ago from Madrid.

Did you see your best friend today? No. We live on different continents

Are your ears pierced more than once, if at all? Just the one in each ear

If you wear skirts, are you more likely to wear leggings, or go bare? I don’t wear skirts

Are you addicted to texting? No, but I do prefer to message at least one friend every day

How many times do you knock on the door? I don’t. I stand outside and text them and wait for them to open it.

If you could move somewhere else, would you? Well I’ve sent a couple of resumes to companies in Panama and if I get offered a good job with a decent salary then I’ll definitely consider moving there.

Did you kiss or hug anyone recently? No

Does your phone ring in the middle of the night? Not since I left Australia. Was a pretty common occurrence there with my job though. The worst was when I was really tired but had to take the work phone home with me and one of my staff would call just after I’d fallen asleep and I’d still be confused as fuck when I answer but have to try to play it cool and not let them know they woke me up. Was even worse when it was a client calling...

Is there anybody you’re really disappointed in right now? No..?

Is there someone you will never forget? Many people

Can you live a day without TV? Yeah

Do you swallow gum when you’re done with it? I don’t like chewing gum

Any plans for this weekend? Nope

Have you seen anyone lately that you don’t get along with? No. There’s nobody that I don’t really get along with, especially not in this country.

Who was the last person you rode in a car with that’s not family? I think the last time I was in a car was my transfer to the airport in panama. I don’t have a car here and nobody I know has a car. I always just walk or get the metro. I don’t even usually get cabs here.

Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? Nah

Is there anything stressing you out currently? My bank balance is gradually getting lower and lower and I don’t have a job yet.

What kind of mood are you in today? Average. Not happy, not sad

How late did you stay up last night and why? Maybe 10 or 11. I was pretty tired from doing nothing all day

Have you ever slept in the same bed with the last person you kissed? I think the longest I ever actually slept with him was like 4 hours. Always had to go sneak back into my room before anyone woke up.

Are you mad at anyone? No

Did the last guy/girl you kissed have any piercings? No

What is the name of the last band you discovered? Not a band but I came across Alvaro Soler and I really like his music

Would you rather go to a Katy Perry or Taylor Swift concert? No thankyou

What pattern do the sheets on your bed have? The sheets are white. The doona is white with blue diamond patterns on it

Are your days full and fast-paced? Only when I travel

Do you call any of your friends by their last name? Yeah, my old flatmate usually goes by his last name. Made it a little weird when he had family visiting because I could either 1) refer to him by his first name, or 2) use his last name and have everybody he’s related to turn around and look at me

Have you ever gotten lost in a department store? El Corte Ingles. The floors are too big. I usually end up giving up which isn’t necessarily a bad thing because it’s kind of expensive there.

How long have you had the shirt you’re wearing? A few years I guess. I don’t remember when I bought it

Are you a slut? Depends on definition

What happened last time you got drunk? I drank beer with people from the office and then I went back to their apartment which was kind of like a staff apartment and a couple of the bosses lived there too. Drank some more beer, did some cocaine, patted a dog and cut my thumb on a beer can.

When’s the last time you straightened your hair? I don’t think I ever have. My hair is pretty straight on its own.

What do you want right this second? I wouldn’t mind a glass of coke

What were you doing at 10:00 this morning? Sleeping

What cell phone company do you use? Vodafone

Do you wear a bath robe? No

Do you know anyone autistic? Yeah, a few

How about someone bipolar? I think so

What do you want your job to be when you’re older? Please offer me suggestions because I have no fucking idea

What are you listening to? Nothing in particular

Does the last person you texted smoke pot? Idk. Probably, a lot of people here do bc it’s legal. He’s my landlord though so it’s not like he’s going to tell me that information

What did you wear to bed last night? My pyjamas

Who’s in the room with you? Just me

Have you ever liked someone older than you? They’re generally older than me

Do you like men with beards and goatees? Stubble is goooood. Depends on the guy though

Where do you live? Spain

Do you always lock your door? Yes. It auto-locks anyway, but I deadbolt it too.

Do you smoke cigarettes? No

Is your birthday in a winter month? In Australia, yes. Here, no.

Do you have siblings over the age of 21? Yes.

What is the last letter of your middle name? L

Have you ever skipped school just because you were tired? I skipped plenty of lectures at uni in favour of sleep. Probably a contributing factor to the failing of classes and dropping out.

Do you wear your seatbelt in the car? Yep

When was the last time you were told you were cute? Probably in Panama

Do you like Chinese food? Yes. The food when I was travelling in China was insanely good.

Have you ever trusted a guy when you shouldn’t have? Yeah I guess so

Do you have a brother? What’s his name? Sam

What time is it? 7:44pm

Is your phone close to you? It is under my left thigh (almost my buttcheek) so I can feel if anyone messages me.

What woke you up this morning? I suppose I had enough sleep

When did you last use a straw? I have no idea but you just reminded me that I bought straws recently and haven’t used any yet so I’m gonna start drinking my alcohol with straws now. Well, not right now bc I don’t want to drink tonight, but whenever I next drink at home I’ll use one.

Have you ever driven without a license? I originally learned to drive in a Mini Moke in my Dad’s backyard (he had 3 acres) when I was maybe 10 years old. So obvs I didn’t have a licence then. Also the brakes in the car didn’t work so we basically had to make sure the dogs weren’t near us

What color shirt are you wearing? Grey. With a red/black checked hoodie over it

Do you have a ceiling fan located in your bedroom? No

What are you most looking forward to tomorrow? My life is super boring so the only thing I’m doing tomorrow is going to the post office to pick up whatever I was left a slip for.

Have you cuddled with someone today? No

Have you spoken to a relative on the phone today? No

Do you use the toilet paper with the colorful designs on it? I use the cheapest toilet paper that doesn’t feel like sandpaper. I’m not going to pay extra for colourful designs when I’m literally just going to wipe my ass with it.

What was the first thing you ate today? Spicy noodles

Do you have anything more important you should be doing right now? No

Have you set an alarm today? No

Do you keep up-to-date with current news and events? I don’t. I made a decision during a low point a few years ago to cut negative things out of my life. So I unfollowed a bunch of people on tumblr and I stopped keeping up with news because it was just making me depressed. Occasionally I google to see what’s up with my province and that’s about it. Otherwise I see what I really need to see on facebook/tumblr.

When was the last time you visited relatives? I visited my dad a few days before I left Australia

Is chapstick a necessity for you? Sometimes, yes. But if I stay hydrated enough then it’s not really an issue.

Name the last 6 people you texted/messaged:

Gabriel

João

Maggie @aturinfortheworse

Aman

Anna @intimidatethevoid

Bear

(this is a slightly unusual bunch since only half of them are people I regularly message)

How did you meet #3? Highschool

What’s #6’s middle name? No idea

Who have you known the longest out of your 6? Maggie

Who have you known the least out of your 6? Anna

How do you know #5? Through the group chat we’re in with Maggie and Bear

Where does #1 live? Somewhere nearby. I don’t know exactly

Is #1 your best friend? No, he’s my landlord

Who on your 6 doesn’t have a job? Maggie I think..? Not sure about Bear and Anna. Also not 100% sure on João

Does #5 have their drivers license? I believe so

Would you ever live with #2? Lmao I almost do. He’s my next door neighbour.

Why did you text #4? Because he messaged me first so I replied obvs

Do you miss #3? Yeah, come to Spain you loser

Is #6 a stoner or alchie? Not anymore I don’t think

Have you ever danced with #2? No, I’ve met him like twice for us to pay our bills (our apartments run off the same metre for water and electricity)

Have you ever done anything sexual with any of them? Well Aman is my ex so yeah

What would your life be like without #1? I would probably live somewhere else

Is #2 your best friend? No

What do you love about #3? So many things

What do you dislike about #3? So many things. (kidding)

What is #5’s weakness? Difficulty sleeping?

What kind of car does #4 drive? I remember it’s a little black sedan but I don’t remember what type of car it actually is

What would you do if #3 & #6 were dating? Uhhh nothing probably. I’d be surprised but they’re both good people so I’d let them go for it.

Does #2 have a boyfriend/girlfriend? No idea

Have you ever seen #1 cry? Fuck no that would be weird

Have you ever kept a secret from #5? No

What is something special about #4? He’s very attractive.

Does #2 have any special talents? No idea

In one word, describe #6. Teddy

Has anyone in your top 6 hurt you? Who? Uhh no..?

Have you ever fought with #6? No

Is #1 a musician? Not that I’m aware of

How old is #4? He’s 27

Would you ever kiss #5 (if you haven’t already)? Probs not, soz bro

#Maybe I should take the most out of context quote from my answers and use that as the title #yeah I might start doing that #this one would be #They’re fine but they’re totally overrated by america #The floors are too big #It is under my left thigh (almost my buttcheek)#Also the brakes in the car didn’t work #I’m not going to pay extra for colourful designs when I’m literally just going to wipe my ass with it #These are all valid potential titles

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