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joelmillerthirstqz · 4 years ago

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You asked for more prompts so here I am! 49 - Chair Sex. Joel + any female. They try chair sex once, then find other types of chairs and go wild. There's a list of chairs wiki, pick whatever ones sound most fun/kink. In case Joel being ridden gets old (ha!) feel free to mix in other creative positions. Or add in a new kink with each chair! 2 or 3 different chairs is plenty or do more if you want. I'll leave chair/kink combos up to you unless you want me to pick.

ilu buddy, if you have preferences, hmu!

That said, I did write a chapter that isn’t really super bound to plot for Like Real People Do where Molly is just trying to integrate their record collection and ties Joel to a chair to get him to stop pawing at her for two seconds. Because I love that you prompted me, here it is! Not posting on AO3 until it threads into their story chronologically.

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“Joel,” Molly mumbles, pulling the record from its sheath to confirm its in the correct place and nodding before adding it to the shelf.

Joel followed her down to the floor after she’d shooed him up onto the couch for unsettling her piles. Molly had undertaken the delicate work of integrating their pilfered record collections (50, his; 49, hers; 5, a mutual pile broken in the attempt to bring them home from the music shop outside of town) when the rain made clear they wouldn’t be going anywhere for the day. Her objection to his proximity came at his tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, a reliable precursor to him becoming more distracting.

“Joel,” Molly protests as his knees cage her hips from behind, mouth dropping to her bare shoulder, index finger tugging a knitted cardigan off of it.

“Do we know different alphabets?” he criticizes, pointing to the next record she’s picked up. His mouth slips to her clavicle, hand snaking around her middle.

“Joel!” Molly turns, eyes flashing. Joel shifts to sit on his heels, raising his hands in surrender.

Molly bites her bottom lip and considers him, rising smoothly and moving to the door to retrieve the rope hanging there. She returns with a kitchen chair loudly dragged behind her, wooden feet scraping the floor.

“You can’t keep your fucking hands to yourself, so you’re going to be good while I finish it,” Molly gestures to the chair. Joel looks up with raised eyebrows and smug interest, shrugging and complying with a tilt of challenge to the set of his jaw. Molly hisses into Joel’s ear, doing her best to secure his arms behind the kitchen chair from above him, even as he tries to nip at her neck when it comes near enough. He holds his arms in position for her to bind them, though, so she cinches the rope tight and hovers close to his face.

“Unnecessary, you were doin’ just fine,” Joel’s close enough to breathe against her mouth for her to hear him.

“I am on ‘C’, Joel,” Molly protests, flopping with her back against the couch to sort her crate among the piles of Joel’s records awaiting their new companions on the floor.

Joel’s leg starts to shake immediately, his eyes restlessly calculating. His hands can’t help but clench to test her knot-tying, broad knuckles making the fabric rasp as he moves.

Molly’s eyes shoot up to watch him between two records she’s comparing to one another, narrowing at the sound.

He tries to look innocent for half a second before letting his legs fall open. Molly flicks a glance to his capable thighs, annoyed that he’s realized what makes her miss a beat.

She moves a complete pile to the bookcase, gently setting a bookend to hold them while she finishes the rest of the shelf. Pausing to shrug her sweater off, she doesn’t look up when she hears the chair creak with impatience.

“How about, if I’m good until ‘M’ I can come help again?” Joel proposes.

Molly looks at him over the top of a record once she’s seated again.

“You’ve been terrible from ‘A’ to—” she glances down, “‘H’,” Molly says, fixing him with a haughty, pitying look. “Rough track record.”

“I’d show you my hands if you hadn’t tied ‘em,” he complains.

Molly smiles and resumes her task, stacking records one at a time after careful verification of the sleeves’ contents.

Joel’s leg starts to bounce once again, impatience not disguising the way his eyes rake over her.

Joel spots the cover of the next record.

“That counts as an ‘M’,” he supplies.

“And we had no such deal, Joel Miller,” Molly says without looking up at him, the tap of another record hitting a stack resounding.

“Molly—” Joel sounds strained, quiet.

Molly looks up at him critically. She rises silently and unbuttons her jeans, sliding them down and off. Her shirt follows, and she settles back against the couch in her underwear, largely ignoring him. Rising to put everything up to ‘R’ on the shelf, she takes her time watching him crane towards her in profile.

Settling primly onto the couch and selecting the next of their dwindling disparate stack, she looks up at him from under her lashes.

Joel watches her singularly, nostrils flaring as his jaw tenses.

Molly flips up two records as if to ask him to opine on their order, smirking and setting one aside when his eyes don’t leave hers. Stepping over him without sitting down, she scrapes his chin with blunt nails, Joel going easily to her touch, trying to get close enough to her abdomen to catch her off-guard.

She finishes stepping over him to cross the room for the record player, Joel lurching forwards to try to catch her off balance as she goes. He takes in the slope of her back and long legs and thinks his mouth may actually water, agonizingly hard as she carefully sets the needle.

Later, Joel would swear he’d recognized what she’d put on, but all the drifting sound does is intensify her form returning to him.

Joel bites at her, barely out of range as she settles back over his lap, closer to his knees than his hips. Molly tilts her forehead close to his, looking at him before brushing her lips against his.

Smiling down at him, flicking his top shirt button open, Molly slips the first knuckle of her finger into his mouth, fascinated by how pretty it is below his beard, inflected with scars from busted lips over the years.

Joel bites her index finger and there’s a sharp crack as he twists out of the rope holding him.

“Fuck!” She protests, Joel tugging her against his lap forcefully, tongue in her mouth without prelude (though she’s prepared to accept).

He rises with one of her thighs in each of his hands, adrenalin narrowly tempered by remembering to turn his palm up to catch her head as he pins her under him on the floor.

Molly’s more smile than surprise, biting her tongue when he tears her underwear, other hand getting through his belt, button, and zipper in a second, maybe two.

Joel penetrates her quickly, which would have been a stupider idea if she’d liked watching him puzzle his way through being out of control less.

She grunts as he frames her face with his hands, heedless of trapping her hair under his hands.

“Not—done—” Molly manages to complain, flailing a wrist towards the records, one of Joel’s hands pressing directly down onto her thigh, spreading her open beneath him.

“Yeah? Got too close,” he stumbles, focused on finding the right angle to take her apart.

Molly bites his earlobe when she has the chance, nails leaving neat punctures on his shoulders in her wake. Joel snaps his hips in kind, shrugging at the pinprick sensation.

He collects her wrists in each of his hands, spinning her to her stomach and entering her again, rough enough for her to sigh with the impact. Joel slows for a scarce moment before she shoves her hips back against him, earning a swift reply. Her shoulders ache wrenched behind her, but she melts with his teeth grazing her jaw, shallow thrusts angled where she needs.

“I should come and leave you right here for that,” Joel murmurs against her ear, lost in how they move together, a stuttering but coordinated rhythm building sweat on both of them.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t,” Molly breathes, catching his free wrist and moving his hand to her core. She bites his lower lip harder than she needs to while he takes up stroking her clit like he’d known the pattern his whole life. Her whole life.

Joel releases her hands to capture her jaw in his palm, kissing her seriously, past the bounds of necessary with his cock hilted into her.

Molly’s eyebrows draw together and she whimpers, twitching around him without reservation. Joel smiles against her mouth and presses his tongue deeper when she smacks him softly, riding her orgasm through.

He spans his hand between her shoulder blades, snapping his hips with commanding calm, firm and rapid. Molly basks in the deep resonance of his thrusts, scrabbling at the carpet as he stretches her from a new angle.

Molly grins as her suspicions are confirmed and he comes far sooner than usual, clearly spurred by light denial. Joel makes this tame, consumed noise that has her reaching back for him, needing him closer even as he falls to his elbows over her, gasping. When his breath changes, Molly wriggles onto her back, tugging him close and admiring the way their hearts meet below rapidly expanding ribcages.

“You’re helping me with the rest,” Molly whispers into his hair.

“Mhm,” Joel acknowledges, stroking her sides.

#tlou fic #asks #molly x joel #the last of us #the last of us 2 #the last of us ii #joel miller #joel #tlou ii #tlou 2 #joelsbeard

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szanne7000 · 5 years ago

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Tag Game

I was tagged by @miljamaison. Thank you for thinking about me and wanting to get to know me better 💕

Rules:

Answer 21 questions, then tag 21 people you want to get to know better.

Nickname:

Um... I don’t have one. My Bestie calls me, “extra.” Does that count? 🤣

Zodiac:

Aries (yes, indeedy! lol) 🐏♈

Height:

5′ 8″ says my Drivers License (well, I have shrunk some, so 5′ 7 1/4″ in reality)

Last thing you searched

“Voter Registration Search” (verifying I’m registered correctly - I am 🙃)

Favorite musicians:

Led Zeppelin, Imagine Dragons, Wyclef Jean, DMX, Black Eyed Peas, Prince, Fleetwood Mac, Keiko Matsui, R. Carlos Nakai, Tanya Stephens, Lady Gaga, Adelle, Karunesh, Childish Gambino - there are so many, many more; I love music!

If you had a time machine, would you go back in time or visit the future?

Oh, the future, absolutely. I’m a sci-fi fan in a big way and have great hope that humanity will figure things out. I want to experience it 💕

Do you get asks?

Not really - I think I’ve had one or two. I’m open to them, though 🤗

Following:

A massive amount of The Sims 4 sites (I love seeing what everyone does)

Space

Science

Interior Design

Architecture

Photography/Art

Comedy from everywhere

~~~I am at the max of 5,000 Tumblrs and keep having to look through them all to see who hasn’t posted in over a year (or more) so I can follow new sites.

I wish Tumblr wouldn’t cap the number of people we can follow, don’t you?~~~

Would you rather be rich or famous?

Rich - that way I could start a foundation to lift people up. Oh, and I won’t lie, I’d have a personal chef so I would eat properly 🤭

Amount of sleep?

What I get? 3 to 7 hours. It varies, depending.

What I need? 6 to 7 hours. This works.

What I would like? 10 to 12 hours, lol!

What’re you wearing?

Loungewear, also known as a nightgown, heheheheh. I don’t sleep in them, I just wear them around the house 🤣 Oh, and bare feet. 👣

Dream job:

None - I’m medically retired and simply enjoy my hobbies - building in TS4, reading, and raising my gigantic English Mastiff puppy 🐾🐾🐾

~~~ask me for a picture of Jasmine if you’d like to see her~~~

Dream trip:

A worldwide cruise that takes its time (with exceptional internet) 🛳️🌎🌍🌏

If you were an animal, what would you be?

An Elephant - they live very long lives and remember everything 🐘

What are some of your favorite—

Books:

The Honor Harrington series by David Weber

Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand

The Clan of the Cave Bear series by Jean Auel

The Dragonriders of Pern by Anne McCaffrey

Friday by Robert Heinlein

~~~pretty much anything sci-fi with a strong, female protagonist~~~

Films:

Armageddon

Deep Impact

The Day After Tomorrow

The Die Hard series

The Lethal Weapon series

Wonder Woman!!!

~~~basically apocalyptic and “blow ‘em up/shoot ‘em up” movies~~~

Shows:

Law & Order: SVU

Madame Secretary

Star Trek (all of the various series)

Grey’s Anatomy

Real Time with Bill Maher

The Late Show with Stephen Colbert

Late Night with Seth Meyers

Last Week Tonight with John Oliver

Full Frontal with Samantha Bee

~~~yeah, I’m weird but that’s okay~~~

Games:

The Sims 4

Bejeweled (all of them, lol)

Super Bounce Out

Mahjong

Gin

Whist

Uno

Dominoes aka Bones

Instruments you play:

I can play an Autoharp with the chords written out (not musical notes)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autoharp

Languages:

English, I can semi make my way through written French and I can speak a teensy bit of Spanish. I am not fluent in anything but English, although I do speak doggie and kitty quite well. 🐕‍🦺🐈😽🐶

Describe yourself as an aesthetic:

Completely and Totally Eclectic 🥰

Caveat:

If this isn’t your thing, no worries. If I haven’t tagged you (well, with 5k people I follow, there really is no way when the rules say 21) and you would like to do this, please do!

Here are my 21 tagged people I’d like to get to know more about:

~~~well, truthfully, I know some of you; I just want to know everything you care to share~~~ 💕🤗💕

~~~in no particular order~~~

@allisas @bakiegaming @xelennsimblr @m-o-d--e-r-n @simplistic-sims4 @ilonastuffforsims4 @pixelheaux @siminimonster @mimoto-sims @tinywardens @illogicalsims @peacemaker-ic @tatschu @ethericall @sg5150 @twistedmexi @coffinfitsims @aggressivekitty @sanoysims @onyxsims

...and an extra-special tag for my Bestie, @legendarybarbarianllama

#non sims #tag game #fun stuff

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tomakeitbeautifultolive · 5 years ago

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Hi, I love your N+A=D theory and find it very convincing but I have one big reservation/question? Why? Not in a narrative arc but why would the Daynes give their daughter (and Hieress?) away to an uncertain life as an exile, in danger of assination?

I’ll combine it with this anon: “If you believe N + A = D to possibly be true, why do you believe Ned ended up raising Lyanna’s son as his bastard instead and passing his real bastard child as a Targaryen? For what reason would Ned leave his daughter to be raised in another continent as an urchin with assassins coming after her?”

First, sorry for taking ages to respond to these, I got caught up in every stage of grief following the horrific finale. (lol) And yeah, I already know the theory didn’t come true in the show, however:

What I’ve noticed is that people who tend to ask me about this theory don’t actually have much patience to read the answers I spend a very long time typing up. If you’re one of those who is only half-heartedly interested, here is…

The short answer:

Ashara Dayne gave placed her daughter away in foster care to an uncertain life ensure her, Jon’s, and Ned’s safety from Robert Baratheon as an exile far away from the king’s grasp in Essos and under the protection of an ally, in danger of assassination and secured a future for her daughter with the help of Oberyn Martell, who betrothed Daenerys to the prince of Dorne, Quentyn Martell, securing her safe return to Westeros after the Martells aided Viserys in taking back the iron throne.

(Oh, and, there was never any threat of assassination and that part is 100% canon! More on that below.)

The long answer:

It’s a bit hard to give a simple answer to a question like this because it takes several steps to put the pieces of the puzzle together. It’s definitely speculative, yes, but since you asked, I’ll answer. This is not me asking you to believe it.

Now, let me clear up the first misconception. Daenerys was not really put into exile, but she was exiled for safety. In canon, she is rescued and lives with a foster guardian, until he dies (unexpectedly) five years later. Had he not died, she would’ve had a rather nice childhood. She had a future set up for her as well, a betrothal. But most importantly, as a child, Daenerys was never in any danger of being assassinated.

Lord Renly shrugged. “The matter seems simple enough to me. We ought to have had Viserys and his sister killed years ago, but His Grace my brother made the mistake of listening to Jon Arryn.”

And from the wiki:

“Robert also considered the assassinations of Viserys and Daenerys, believed to be the last two Targaryens and thus possible threats, but Jon dissuaded the king from the idea.”

At the Tower of Joy, we have Lyanna guarded over by Arthur Dayne and we have the wet nurse from Starfall (Dayne’s castle) to nurse him. Considering Ned and Ashara had some type of relationship (most likely in love according to Ned Dayne) I speculate that Ashara might be the one who told Ned where to find his sister, particularly if he brought word that Rhaegar was dead. So Ned rescues a baby Jon and returns to Starfall to return Dawn to Ashara, and returns home afterward with a baby he must pass off as his own.

If Ned conceived a child of his own around this time (‘what is honor compared to a woman’s love?’)… then it wouldn’t be until Jon was eight or nine months old that Dany was born. That answers, I think, why Ned could not keep her. He already had a 'bastard’, plus, if another bastard shows up with Valyrian-esque features, it might make him look suspicious, and his priority and promise is protecting Jon, even if, yes, that makes him a bad father to one of his children in this scenario. 'The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself’.

Meanwhile, let’s assume Ashara just had a baby. The realm knows she was dishonored by 'Stark’ (and no, there’s no proof Brandon did anything but help Ned ask her to dance). Let’s assume Ashara had some investment in Jon’s wellbeing or Ned’s… and did not want to put either in danger. She would want to protect her daughter and likely the man she loves, so the best way to do it might be to put her in hiding. I mean, she knew what happened to Elia’s children and what Robert would do to any baby he suspected was Rhaegar’s 'dragonspawn’, and Robert also knew Arthur was Rhaegar’s right-hand man.

“Most commonly the fostered child is male, although it is not unheard of for females to be fostered.”

Okay, then how would she end up in Essos or with Willem Darry? It’s important to note a few things - Ashara danced with Oberyn the night she met Ned and she was likely friends with Elia Martell, as she was her lady-in-waiting. I know everyone thinks Rhaegar was the ultimate villain in Elia Martell’s demise, but he wasn’t. He was already dead. That honor goes to Aerys and Tywin, and Oberyn Martell knows it. That’s why he hate the Lannisters, not the Targaryens. And the alliance between the Martells and Targaryens persisted even after the Rebellion:

“While in Braavos, Willem was visited by Prince Oberyn Martell, and together, with the Sealord of Braavos as witness, they signed a pact promising that Viserys Targaryen would one day wed Princess Arianne Martell in return for the support of Dorne in winning Viserys the Iron Throne.”

This could also be the time Daenerys ends up in Willem Darry’s care. Part of the pact might have involed an agreement to keep the girl safe and far away from Robert Baratheon who might start suspecting something is fishy about Ned’s bastard Jon.

Further, you have Ned’s foster father, Jon Arryn, taking a trip to Sunspear right after Robert takes the throne… and he then goes on to protect Daenerys all of his life.

The name Daenerys is more important to a Dornish person than to Rhaella, arguably, as the portrait of Daenerys Martell hangs in Sunspear, and she started a tradition of inviting children, both low and highborn, to enjoy the Water Gardens that were built for her.

So you have Renly Baratheon confirming that Jon Arryn always stopped Robert from sending assassins, and yet you have Viserys insisting he and Daenerys must run from the 'hired knives’, and Daenerys admitting she had never seen one. Who is following them?

A lot of this theory is based around the unreliable narrator. We’re told there were assassins after Daenerys, and everyone takes it as fact - Despite her never having seen one, and despite Renly confirming Robert never sent any while Jon Arryn was alive. Why is that?

George R. R. Martin is a fan of the unreliable narrator, and even suggests that what the characters think they know might not be right:

“People do know things, but the things they 'know’ may not be right.”

The shining example of this is the ’Unkiss’:

“A kiss remembered by Sansa Stark between her and Sandor Clegane, but which did not actually happen.”

Again, I realize it’s highly speculative, but speculation gives you a path to follow which helps uncover more inconsistencies or clues.

#answered #dayne heiress #n+a=d #if you hate the theory just filter the tags #or block me #only ask questions if you're actually interested please

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funsize-lucifer-hongjoong · 5 years ago

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We Are Stars For Each Other

Genre - Fuffy eventual Smut

Female Reader x Hongjoong

Word count - 3,379

Chapter 2 : Combat Boots and Leather Skirts

The next morning you wake up earlier than you expected. The warmth spreading through you at the dream you had woken up from. Grey hair and your hands running through it, whispers and moans. Once you fully open your eyes you can’t believe your own mind going there. “Damn brain, we got some good taste in men.” All the while trying to remember the dream that is quickly being lost to the morning light.

Getting out of bed has always been a chore to you. You’d rather just stay there and live your best life. Anxiety had made your life Hell for years, and you knew the bedroom was your safe space. You do eventually get up, begrudgingly so. Groaning as your knees pop on standing and stretching.

Your normal morning routine consists of coffee, breakfast of some description, a shower, and pajamas on your days off. What a lovely day off it is too. Min Seo had a meeting with someone and you had the entire apartment to yourself. You grabbed up your laptop, plopping down on the couch.

“Let’s see who these boys are, shall we?” Your fingers begin to run across the keys. You’re searching every site typing in ATEEZ and every other keyword you could think of until you come across a Kpop Wiki page for them. “Hmm, Kim Hongjoong, 21 years old, Rapper, leader, and main composer.” You start to scroll down, but stop yourself, and quickly scroll back up to read it again. “Wait, What the hell?! He’s a composer?! Like he writes his own music? Wow. Big things in small packages, I guess.” You shrug and continue reading. Eventually making your way to Jung Wooyoung, “Oh, he’s beautiful. He looks like the devil and an Angel all at once, if that’s even possible.” Your absent mind can barely scroll past his picture to get to his bio below. “Jung Wooyoung, 19 years old, Lead dancer, vocalist, and visual.” You continue scrolling a bit farther, “What the hell is a visual? I mean he’s gorgeous if that’s what it stands for. I need to learn more about this K-pop stuff.”

That’s how your day remains, on the couch in your pajamas reading everything you can about K-pop and this group called Ateez. You listen to all their songs, and pick your favorites, numerous dance videos and performances live and otherwise. Soon enough, you stumble upon the glorious fancam, and you make it through all of Wooyoung’s that you can find until you hear the door beep, as Min Seo unlocks it. “Oh no, I can’t let her know, she’ll never let me live it down after trashing K-pop for so long.” You slam your laptop closed, throwing it on the table in front of the couch, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible.

“Hey Y/N, how was your day?” Min Seo yells from the entryway.

“Ugh, boring and uneventful as usual. Would you expect anything different?” You reply as she walks into the living room to sit down at the other end of the couch.

“Honestly? No probably not. You’re a boring person.” You roll your eyes at her, “Jeeze, Thanks Minie. I really appreciate the vote of confidence.”

“You’re welcome!”, She chirps as she flicks on the Tv and changes it to some variety show she watches regularly.

The evening is spent with your best friend. You order in for dinner and while watching a movie together, she pipes up out of nowhere, “Hey, um, I know you weren’t crazy about the fan sign event, but Ateez has a concert next weekend. There’s going to be another Hi-touch and I really want to see San again. I think I’m getting somewhere with him!”

You lay your head back against the couch, trying to pretend you didn’t really want to go, even if you did. “When is it Minie?” You say with a sigh.

“It’s Friday night. You could do the Hi-touch yourself this time. Meet them, and maybe if you talk to them you’ll like them more. I’ll pay for everything, all you have to do is show up.”

You look over at Min Seo, “You’ll pay for everything, even dinner where I want to eat after?” She turns her full body towards you on the couch excitement flashing on her face. “Even dinner wherever you want, and drinks too. I promise.”

You side eye her with your head on the back of the couch, “Alright Minie, I’ll go, but don’t expect me to fall head over heels in love with any of them. I’m just doing this because you bribed me with free food and alcohol.” Though deep down you know, that’s all a lie.

As the days pass, you get more nervous. Anxiety flaring in your stomach, making your head swim. “I’m going to be touching them, should I get my nails done? Shit, I can’t have my nails done, I have to work and they don’t allow it.” Your brain runs through these thoughts constantly. What will you wear? How will you wear your hair? Will you wear any makeup? You know you want to make a good impression on Wooyoung. “He probably has a girlfriend anyway, and why would an Idol want someone like me.” Your confidence took a nose dive from its already low point.

In your turmoil, you hear a knock on your bedroom door. “Come in, it’s open.” Min Seo opens the door, and walks in, sitting at the edge of your bed beside you, seeing the outfits thrown haphazardly around the room. “Are you trying to find something to wear for Friday?” She asks you gently. “Yeah, but I don’t have anything but pajamas and work clothes Minie. I wore the only casual type outfit I had last time. I can’t wear it again.” you put your head down, the facade of you trying to act like you didn’t want to go, was crumbling away fast.

Min Seo’s face lights up, “I’ve got so many different outfits you could try on! I’m sure I’ve got something for you to wear.” With that being said she jumps up and runs out your door, down the hall, and into her room. You stand and follow her, not knowing if you’ve made a mistake or not.

Hours pass, and you’ve tried on all of her tops and a few pairs of jeans. “No Skirts, Minie! I don’t wear them unless I’m working.”

“Come on, Y/N. Just this one. it doesn’t look anything like the skirts you wear to work. It’ll be so cute on you!” She pushes what looks like a leather jacket into your hands, “Try it on!” You roll your eyes and look up, saying in a hushed voice “God, please help me not to strangle this poor girl and get sent back home. Amen.” Without too much more fuss, you pull on a leather mini skirt, it has belts crossing the front with tiny skulls on, and a red plaid patch on the hip. “Hey, this isn’t bad, Min Seo. My ass looks like a dream.” You say, looking at yourself in the mirror on her closet door.

She puts her hands on her hips, “Y/N! Language!” You smile at her, “Yeah well Minie, when your ex used to stay over I heard much worse than the word ass. These walls are paper thin, dear.” You wink at her, and her face turns a shade of red you’ve never seen before. You start to laugh, then you double over, tears leaking from your eyes. “Calm down, Min Seo. It was just a joke, but seriously did he really make you call him Daddy?” You ask with a quizzical look on your face.

Playfully slapping at you as her embarrassment flares, “Oh go on! Take it and get out! You’re making me remember the trash can I once dated, and yes, I called him daddy.” She says as she pushes you out the door, still in the skirt. You fall over into the floor howling with laughter as she slams her door in mock anger. Slowly getting up to walk into your room and change back into your trademark sweatpants, still wiping tears away from the occasional laughing fit that overtakes you.

Friday is upon you before you know it. You rush out of work early and even spend the extra money to get a cab home. “I’ve got 2 hours to get ready, and an hour to be there, that’s not nearly enough time.” There’s that anxiety rearing it’s ugly head again.

When you walk in the apartment, you don’t have time to worry. Min Seo is already home and practically shoving you into the shower. “Hurry Y/N, we need to get you fed and dressed before we leave!” You jump in the shower, washing as fast as you possibly can, and brushing your teeth while you’re in there. You turn off the water and wrap a towel around yourself. No sooner do you step out and dry off is Min Seo shoving you again, this time into her room. Your outfit laid out neatly on her bed.

“Y/N, do you have any cute panties?” She asks while pulling out her makeup and laying it across the bed.

“Excuse you Minie. Do I have any what?!” You raise your eyebrows in surprise at her asking such a forward question, she always seemed so shy.

“I asked if you had any cute panties. This skirt is short, and if the unexpected happens then at least you can be happy knowing you showed them your best.” You cock up your eyebrow before thinking about it. “Yeah, actually I do have a red lace pair of high cut boy shorts, but those are for special occasions, not to mention the price I paid for them. ”

“Y/N, it’s been a year. You haven’t been laid ONCE. Not one time. I’ve introduced you to a hundred different guys, and none of them made you go as far as you’re going right now.” She looks down, putting different shades of eyeshadow on her hand. She brings her hand up next to your face. “Ah, well since you’re wearing red panties, let’s go with it.” She says smiling brightly, and all you can do is groan at the whirlwind of makeup brushes and curling irons.

It takes just at 2 hours for you to get ready, and when Min Seo is done you stare at yourself in the mirror. A red high collared shirt with sheer sleeves, the leather mini skirt, your favorite red panty set, fishnet hose, and Min Seo’s combat boots. You barely recognize yourself. Your lips are stained red like you’ve eaten a popsicle. Your eyes are dark, glitter across them, and your skin looks amazing. Your hair lays across your shoulders in curls. All the while thinking to yourself, “This is how Minie pulls it off, eh? Hours of work, but the results are pretty good”

Min Seo, throws her handbag over her arm, looking back at you. “Hey Y/N? Why are you going all out like this, if you don’t really like it anyway?” Oh no, you’re caught out, best just to tell the truth and let her have her fun. “Well Minie, I can’t lie to you. I’ve been kind of obsessed with these guys since you took me last time.” She squeals with delight, grabbing your hands, she asks you, “Who’s your bias?! Is it Hongjoong?! It better not be San, you know I called him first.” You start to laugh, but stop yourself, “No it isn’t San or Hongjoong. It’s Wooyoung.”

“Ooooh Y/N likes the bad boys does she?” She gives you a sly smile as she shuts the door behind you both. You grab your phone and call a cab. Your nerves flare again, this is it, your chance to make an impression on Wooyoung. Let’s just hope this works.

As you’re getting out of the cab, you see why Min Seo told you to wear cute panties. You can feel a slight breeze, and you know you were keeping your legs together as politely as possible. Walking up to the venue, your heart starts to race, seeing those same posters but now they mean something entirely different. You look at Wooyoung’s face, and down at yourself. “I hope this works.” You think as you close your eyes, trying to calm your heart. Min Seo is pulling at your arm, “Come on we have to hurry, the line will be so long if we take our time.” You start to move faster, as fast as possible in a mini skirt and boots.

Before you know it, you’re in the line. Wringing your hands, and breathing heavily. You see them, all sitting at their table. Not having had a chance to learn all their names yet, the only ones you can spot are San, Wooyoung, and HongJoong. They’re all at the far end. You breath deeply as Min Seo sits in front of the first boy, she says a few words, he smiles at her, and she moves on. Clearly making a beeline for San. You sit in front of him next, he seems nice enough as do the others, but he isn’t who you’re waiting for. When you sit in front of San, Min Seo is with Wooyoung, and you feel a pang of jealousy.

“Hello beautiful, your friend told me you’re new to this” San says in a low voice, patting your hand gently. “Uh…Um, Yeah, I uh, don’t know much about pop music at all” You reply back, squeaking a bit. Then you overhear Min Seo next to you, “My best friend, Y/N says you’re her bias Wooyoung. Be nice to her won’t you?” You could kill her right now and send her to Jesus. Tapping her leg frantically “Minie, shut it will you?!” She just smiles and moves down to HongJoong, at the same time you’re moving down a chair, to sit in front of one of the most beautiful guys you’ve ever seen.

You sit in front of him, and you take a few seconds to soak it all in. His eyes are soft, and with his contacts in, they look like the morning sky. His nose is slightly sloped, and his jaw looks as though it were cut from granite. You can’t help thinking to yourself, “He can’t possibly be real.” This is your chance to make some kind of impression on him. “Hi Wooyoung, I’m Y/N.” He lifts his eyes and smiles widely, “Aw Y/N it’s nice to meet you. I’m glad Min Seo brought you here, she told me I’m your bias.” He smirks, and your cheeks flush a rosy shade. “You are, I think you’re an incredible dancer, and singer. You’re amazing.” He barely looks up, seemingly uninterested, your face falls a bit. Your confidence goes with it. His reply is quick and sounds almost robotic, “Thanks sweetheart, enjoy the show.” You smile at him and bow slightly, but your heart feels like it’s been smashed now.

You stand and move to sit with Hongjoong, Min Seo was waiting for you at the end of the line. He notices your outfit, and unlike Wooyoung he’s very impressed. Almost a bit bashful, which is new for him. He immediately remembers you and grabs your hand playing with your fingers. “Hello gorgeous, what’s your name?” You register him speaking to you, and look up almost in a daze, “Oh, uhm, it’s Y/N. You’re Hongjoong?” He smiles and you notice right away his teeth are nearly perfect, and so are his lips.

“You look like you’re actually enjoying yourself this time, unlike the last time I saw you.” He dips his head as he says this, catching your eyes again. You blush, this time it spreads down your neck, and you can only hope he doesn’t notice. “Yeah, I wasn’t into this stuff, until I saw you guys. It changed the way I view pop music.” You try to avoid his gaze, he had contacts in and they were a shade of lavender and grey. They matched him well, you thought.

“You’re blushing for me, it’s adorable, can I call you Pink cheeks from now on?” You think he’s joking, but upon looking at him you can tell he’s quite serious. Without putting too much thought into it you reply, “Sure, why not? Can I call you shorty?” He balks at that and Wooyoung laughs beside him. Hongjoong leans in closer, just before you’re supposed to get up and whispers softly “Sure you can, but only if you promise to pay attention to me tonight while we’re performing.” He pulls your hand up and kisses the back of your knuckles softly. “I’ll think about it” You reply nonchalantly and stand, feeling a breeze again, you know someone got a look and you can only hope it was Wooyoung.

It wasn’t Wooyoung that seen the flash of red when you stood to walk away, it was Hongjoong. You were nearly his undoing just then, he had to lean back a bit to breath. “That woman must be the devil in combat boots.” He laughed to himself, as the next girl in line sat down. He felt kind of empty after you left though. Your hands were so soft. He wondered how those hands would feel running down his back, or up into his hair. How that blush would look spread across your body, and if it went lower than your neck. He shook it off and told himself, “Get it together Hongjoong, be a professional, you’re the leader.”

Min Seo pulled you over to the side, “This is gonna be over soon, let’s get close to the front like last time. I wanna see San in all his glory.”

“Or you just wanna see San hip thrust his tightly clothed dick in your face, but maybe I’m wrong.” You retort. Wooyoung’s indifference to you, with all the effort you put into yourself, did hurt. You kept glancing over to see if maybe he’d try to steal a quick peek, but you only found one set of eyes on you, and those belonged to Hongjoong.

After the formalities were finished, the boys all grouped up and Min Seo dragged you back to the front again. “Great, just great. I promised Hongjoon I’d pay attention to him, but Wooyoung looks so good today. UGH!” You inwardly chastise yourself.

Then a new song comes on, one you haven’t heard before. The boys are surrounding Hongjoong, and then the music picks up, and He pops out from the middle, rapping his verse while looking you dead in the eyes. “Unlike the daytime, the night is dark. It gets colder when the sun goes down, but we already know. Why are you worried? We are stars for each other.” You try to keep your eyes on him, but Wooyoung just looks so handsome. You can’t help but look at him as his body moves fluidly across the stage. Hongjoong picks up on it, looking over at the younger boy. It hurts him, but he notices your face drops a bit when Wooyoung doesn’t acknowledge you. He’ll take care of that.

The next and final song is Pirate King, and when it comes on, it the same thing as last time. Hongjoong desperately trying to get your attention, but you were having none of it. When they split the group He walks up and tells Wooyoung something, he looks back at you and to his hyung with a wicked smirk on his face. “What are those two up to?” you ponder. Before you know it, your favorite part is nearing. Wooyoung steps out in front and says “Will you be my friend?” With a tilt of his head, and the cute tiny wave but this time he’s looking at you.

“Am I dying?! Is this Heaven?!” Your brain is burning to bits under Wooyoung’s intense stare, even if it doesn’t last but a few seconds. Your smile, and blush returns. Hongjoong notices and his heart feels like it’s flying. He just wants to see you smile even if it’s not at him.

#ateez #ateez hongjoong #ateez wooyoung #kim hongjoong #eventual smut #slow burn #ateez fan fic #fan fiction #fan fic #first time writer #hongjoong bias

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libralita · 6 years ago

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Where is She? Part 5

For this Easter, you will get two parts! We continue with the beach episode! According to the wiki, diagonals make Jumin anxious so I decided to interrupt the reason for that. Also, in this part Yoosung and Joyce both get wet and kiss. Jumin is perfectly fine with that, too! Intrigued? Confused? Find out more!

Jumin rarely dreamed. When he did dream, he was aware of it and was able to control it. That was the way of most things in his life.

That night he dreamed he was in the middle of a wheat field. He frowned, wondering why he was dreaming about this. Maybe it was his subconscious saying that he should invest in wheat?

He then heard faint humming in the distance. It was obvious why he was dreaming about that. Just two hours and forty-seven minutes ago from the time he went to sleep, he had heard that song and dance with Joyce to it. It was fresh in his mind. He decided to follow the sound to see where the dream would lead him next. Just where was she?

Jumin then saw a silhouette of Joyce. She faced the setting sun and it outlined her slender frame. She started singing the song. She claimed that she couldn’t sing but Jumin would disagree. Most women who sung to him were trying to be seductive or show off their stunning talent. Joyce was a more quiet and soft sound. She wasn’t trying to impress him. She was just singing.

Jumin went closer to Joyce and she turned, grinning at him. Then she held out her hand to him and Jumin reached to take it. Their fingertips touched before he was dragged back. It felt like strength of a thousand men was ripping him from this place.

He let out a shout but was cut off when he was pulled forcibly into his C&R office chair. He blinked looking around him. It was utterly silent and it felt ominous. Just a strange dream. He told himself as he attempted to get up, but he was stuck.

“Jumin…”

Jumin cringed at that voice and closed his eyes. Just a strange dream.

“Jumin, look at me…”

He opened his eyes and he went from being in the C&R office to his desk that he used in his teens for studying. Everything was neatly arranged.

“Jumin…”

Suddenly everything on this desk was messed up and he couldn’t move to fix it. Out of the corner of his eye he could see her sitting next to him on top of his desk. He looked over, seeing long legs and a short red and black dress. It was low cut and made him feel things he did not want to feel.

He couldn’t look her in the eyes, he just stared at the patterns on her dress. They were all diagonals and the dream them made them seem like they were moving. It made him so anxious, he just wanted them to stop.

“You still won’t call me mother…”

“No.” Jumin woke up, saying that through gritted teeth. He took a shuddering breath, running his hand through his hair.

“Meow.” Elizabeth III moved closer to him and settled in his lap.

“Just…a strange dream…” he muttered softly, petting her. “I am sorry for waking you.”

She responded by purring and his chest loosened a tad. He shifted so he was laying back down, perfectly in the middle of the bed, with Elizabeth on his chest.

He closed his eyes, gently petting his precious cat. He found himself muttering softly, “I’ll swim and sail on savage seas…with never a fear of drowning…” before falling back asleep.

This time it was mercifully dreamless.

The next morning Joyce came down stairs to see Beth and Zen chatting at the breakfast table. Kaya and Jaehee were sitting across from each other on their lap tops. Yoosung was downing breakfast. Apparently, Beth and Zen had made up after their fight the previous night. Joyce would have to talk to her later on to hear what happened.

“So, who’s down to try the beach again?” Beth asked.

“Aaaand sent!” Kaya said, ignoring Beth and pressing enter on her keyboard. Jaehee’s own lap top pinged.

“If you guys are going to do work, then you might as well do it in the sun.” Yoosung said, taking a bite of his breakfast.

Kaya closed her lap top, “Actually, Zen and I are going to go play volleyball. Seven is refereeing.”

Joyce raised an eyebrow at Zen, “did you willingly agree to this?”

“Of course! Just a little friendly competition!”

“God bless his soul.” Beth said quietly, as she put her head down in prayer. “But at least you figured out how to get Kaya to take a break.”

“I don’t know if that’s the best way…especially for Zen,” Joyce joked.

“At least I’m putting my lap top down.”

Beth looked at Joyce, Jaehee, and Yoosung. “You three should come with me!”

“I will!” Yoosung said excitedly, “I want to try boogieboarding!”

Joyce nodded and Jaehee shrugged. “As long as I don’t get sand in my lap top.”

“I already asked Jumin and he said he had to brush out Elizabeth III so it’ll be us four!.” Beth said, “It’ll be fun!”

Joyce, Jaehee, and Beth sat out on the beach. Yoosung was out boogieboarding. Sounding like he was having a blast.

“Kaya’s resume is actually quite impressive for someone so young.” Jaehee said, looking at her lap top.

“Hey, we’re only a few years younger than—OW!”

Beth was cut off when she was hit by something. Joyce had taken off her shoes so quickly that they had flung off and smacked Beth. “Go get help!” She called running into the sea, untying her skirt, just leaving her in her bathing suit.

The other two women looked out to the sea. Yoosung was way farther out and he looked like he was struggling to keep above water.

“C’mon!” Beth said, pulling Jaehee up. “Jumin’s in the cabin, I’ll go find the others”

Jaehee scrambled up and ran up to the cabin while Beth bolted up the path to go find the others.

Joyce pumped her arms and legs in the ocean. “Yoosung!” She called, trying to see if he would respond. She noticed a hand in the air just a few feet away. She swam towards him, she grabbed him but used her legs to keep him at a distance in case he tried to use her as a flotation device. Then she swam back to the shore as fast as she could.

Once she got closer to the shore she began attempting to carry Yoosung, trudging forward as fast as she could. Jumin came running out of the cabin with Jaehee behind. He beelined for Joyce and Yoosung. Together they got Yoosung to shore.

“Yoosung! Yoosung, answer me!” Jumin demanded, sounding panicked.

“Lay him down.” Joyce said, guiding him down on his back. She lifted his head up slightly to see if he was breathing.

He wasn’t.

She pinched his nose and pressed her lips to his, breathing two deep breaths and then began pressing his chest over and over again—

Until, finally, Yoosung coughed. Water sputtered out of his mouth. Joyce quickly used all her strength to move him onto his side as he continued to cough up water. Jumin quickly moved close to help Yoosung.

“Is he okay?!” Beth asked, sounding panicked. Seven, Kaya, Beth, and Zen had all run over to them.

“He’s fine, now…” Joyce said, taking a sigh of relief and sitting down into the sand. She looked up at Jumin, “he should probably be taken back to the mainland to a hospital, just in case.”

Jumin nodded and Zen piped up. “I’ll take him back.”

Seven and Zen both went to Yoosung to help him up. He was shivering and still breathing heavily. He looked at Joyce, tears in his eyes. “T-Thank you.”

Joyce blinked a little dully, starting to feel the adrenaline ware off and gave him a happy but tired smile. “No problem.”

Jumin put in a call to arrange for their trip back as quickly as possible and then looked down at Joyce. “Are you alright?”

She looked back at him and gave a shrug. “I’m fine. First, Elizabeth III and now Yoosung. I should get an award or something.”

Jumin looked at her strangely, with those intense gray eyes. He offered her hand to help her up. She took it and was surprised when he put his two firm hands on her shoulders. “Jumin?”

He made a strained noise and then cleared his throat, “Thank you, for saving Yoosung.”

Joyce gave him another shrug, “like I said, it was no problem. What anyone would do!”

Jumin nodded and then said, “You should get back, you look tired.” He, somewhat awkwardly, moved his hands away.

“I think I will.” Joyce said, nodding. She was feeling very tired.

It bothered Jumin that he was barely keeping his emotions in line.

That strange dream had made him wary. Why was he dreaming about Joyce and then dreaming about his…that woman? He decided to pass up on Beth’s offer to go down to the beach to clear his mind.

If he had just gone with them, then perhaps he could have prevented Yoosung from coming into contact with danger. He did not know if the RFA could handle another death after Rika.

Then wild what-if scenarios started playing in his head and they revolved around Joyce. What if Joyce wasn’t as strong of a swimmer as she thought she was?—She was, she saved Yoosung—But what if she wasn’t? What if she went down with Yoosung?—But Jumin had run out so quickly, he would have saved them both. He was strong enough—What if he wasn’t? What if he couldn’t save them both? What if saved one of them but not the other? What if Joyce died?

What if, what if, what if….

He thought about his conversation with Joyce. He didn’t know why he had put his hands on her shoulders. He probably looked like a mad man. He just felt the need to touch her. The urge made him feel ill. He needed to show how grateful he was that she had saved Yoosung.

He was also equally grateful that she was still there. That she hadn’t died. That part of him wanted to wrap her up in his arms and never let anything harm her. Should he have hugged her to show his gratitude? No, she would probably file a restraining order.

“Jumin…?”

Jumin blinked up, had been staring at his empty wine glass. He looked up to see Beth.

“Are you okay?”

Jumin tilted his head at her, “fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You were staring for a pretty long time.”

“I was just lost in thought.”

Beth was quiet for a moment and gently put a hand on his shoulder, “if you need to talk, just let me know, okay?”

Jumin frowned slightly, looking at her hand on his shoulder. “Why would I want to do that?”

Beth snorted, “because talking can make you feel better. It’s why I do it all the time. Secretly I’m really sad and I need to talk about everything.”

“…Is that a joke?”

“Thea last part is but the first part isn’t. Talking can help.” Beth said, shrugging. “I’m your friend so you can talk to me.”

Jumin still remained confused at this. Beth chuckled and shook her head. “You are a strange woman.”

“Thank you, Jumin.”

Jumin: BETH GET YOUR EMOTIONS OFF OF ME!

Yah see what I did there? Joyce and Yoosung are literally wet because they were in the ocean. Joyce “kisses” Yoosung because she’s giving him CPR. And Jumin is fine with it. Get it? I’ll…just see myself out…

Also, @mrs-han I told you Joyce was Gryffindor.

#jumin han #joyce elliot #Mystic Messenger #my writing #fan fiction

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flusteredmountainman · 5 years ago

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Since a bitch got sent one (1) ask only about. my ask meme that I created lol I’m going to go through and answer B) all of them bc i can... its selfcare.....

First 3 answers above the cut, other 47 below lmfao

Favourite of the main 6? I think the title of my blog speaks for itself lol

Least favourite of the main 6? Garbage stink piss man (Lucio)

Which of the main 6 do you want to slap the most? The aforementioned piss man but.... also kjaenfjkfea at times. Julian very badly because he’s just Like that but he’d probably enjoy that unfortunately

Which of the main 6 have the most similar interests to you? (favourite colour, flower, food, drink, season, hobbies etc.) Portia tbh!!! She’s a very sweet spring girl and I also have a fairly similar personality to her.

Who has the most tragic backstory? Mmmm.....muriel.......... I mean everyone has a pretty sad past but Muriel’s really is something else. The man is Heavily traumatised and I desperately want to give him a hug :(

Favourite side character? Mazelinka.... adopt me challenge kjaefkjnaf. i cant stop thinking about “goat bitch” what a fucking icon

Favourite animal friend? Faust!!!! shes a good girl!!!

Best/worst of the courtiers? fuck i dont remember any of their names but valerius is. hot basard. worst is vlastomil hands down im kinkshaming anyone who wants to fuck the worm

Fuck, marry, kill (asker’s choice) Well skajfnkajf I’ve shot myself in the foot but. TBH its like. Marry Muriel, fuck everyone else, kill Lucio (full disclosure I only just finished julians upright ending and haven’t played Nadia’s yet so this may change except for wanting to marry Muriel and kill Lucio lol)

Romance or fluff? (Muriel) Fluff!!!!! Muriel deserves all the affection in the whole wide world. He gets sick? Bundle him up in furs by the fire and cuddle up into him with a good book. You look at him once? he blushes. it really doesnt get fluffier than that ++ a lot of his character arc in general is going to be.... letting himself trust you............. which is. so fucking wholesome

Wild night out or quiet night in? ( Muriel ) Quiet night in lmfao. We’d just hang out inside drinking hot chocolate and talking until we fell asleep propped up against the wall in his tiny house having completely lost track of time.

Adventure or domesticity? ( Muriel ) I wanna say adventure because. I love travelling! I love going out and trying new things! And Muriel very does Not but I feel like getting him out of his comfort zone would do him some good! Starting small would probably be best, like maybe a tramp or going camping once in a while, then building up to bigger trips to other cities once you’ve convinced him you’ll both be ok as long as you’re prepared.

Cute date to the aquarium/zoo/park or elegant dinner date? ( Muriel ) I already answered this one B) I said: “ Definitely somewhere casual!!! I feel like he’d be most at ease somewhere like the park on a sunny day! Pick a nice grassy spot by a creek and bring a basket and have a really nice, chill picnic, and have a nap together in the early afternoon sun. Go for a walk after and talk about Plants (because i. am a biology student lol) and generally just have a really relaxing time. Give the man a flower? Tuck it behind his ear? and he’d die kjnaefjnaej. Alternatively….. aquarium………. “

Coffeshop AU, high-school/college AU or modern AU? Give a headcanon about the one you chose jnakfjkjaf coffe shop AUs are so cliched but I actually love them for the settings of meetcutes. You meet Muriel when he’s on his rounds as a part time dog walker around the block and you barrel straight into him coming out of the shop when you’re checking an email, spilling the (now cold) remnants of your beverage all over him. You apologise profusely and he shrugs it off, blushing over your fussing and awkwardly tries to excuse himself. You insist on helping him finish his walk with All these dogs, anyway, you like dogs so it’s no trouble, and he begrudgingly agrees to finish the interaction sooner. You end up having a nice chat with him and notice in the weeks after that he starts coming by the shop without the dogs during the times you’re usually around, even though he doesn’t drink coffee. Your conversations with him during these short interludes quickly become the highlight of your day, and you start to suspect, eventually, that he feels the same :)

If (Muriel) turned up on your doorstep at midnight covered in blood, how would you react? Well I’d clean it off.... of .......course............. 👀👀👀

You’re stranded on a desert island; which 2 of the main 6 do you want with you? Muriel of course not only because I adore him but he’s. also a mountain man. Handy. And Asra because hes a good good magic boy and can make sand into water so.... handy. also asra is just an incredibly blessed person so kajefnkjaef

If your apprentice could go back in time and change one thing before the events of the game, what would it be? lucios birth :^)

You’re sick; who do you want to take care of you and why? I think I’m becoming predictable but. Muriel kjaefnkjafnjf you took such good care of him so it’s only fair that he should return the favour. He’s got a surprisingly good bedside manner and is generally just very gentle. Cooks eggs and grumbles that you should be taking better care of yourself but when you say thanks for all his help he blushes and kinda. stands up slightly straighter bc hes secretly happy he can Help

If you were trapped in an elevator with one character for 8 hours, who would you want it to be and why? Jojaefafjoafe ok so. Porbably Portia because she seems 1. one of the least likely to panic and 2. Would have fucking great conversation the whole time.

Give a headcanon about Nadia She loves romcoms!!!! She would never ever admit it to anyone though, but she’s a huge sucker for romance stories in general. Cries at the end of mamma mia. Uses it as an excuse to snuggle all the way into your shoulder.

Give a headcanon about Asra He’s extremely lactose intolerant but he eats it anyway bc hes Chaotic and gives 0 fucks about how bad his guts feel afterwards, the cheese was Worth it dammit (and I say this bc thats also me kjaenfnef)

Give a headcanon about Julian Had a brief stint in his teen years where he unironically identified as sapiosexual

Give a headcanon about Portia She loves playing with hair/having her hair played with! Catch her falling asleep with her head in your lap as you weave your fingers through her hair.

Give a headcanon about Muriel I also already answered this one!: “ He’d be really into gardening if he knew how! Catch me digging up all the dirt around his house and planting herbs, flowers (*cough* forgetmenots *cough) and other medicinal plants, and some strawberries for when spring comes! “

Give a headcanon about Lucio Unironically identifies as sapiosexual now even though he’s a huge dumbass himself

Give a headcanon about a side character/the apprentice (asker’s choice) Nadia’s dad gets pegged

Give a popular opinion that you disagree with People calling Muriel a dom. have you. looked at this man. I have to laugh

Give an unpopular opinion Lucio sucks lol

Tarot or zodiac? Zodiac!!! Mostly bc I know exactly 0 things about tarot, I appreciate the aesthetic tho!

What is your patron major arcana? Oh worm I just looked at all the explanations in the wiki and tbh. The empress uh. dragged me with how much I ID with that (both reversed and upright) so akejfkjfae thats mine

Upright or reversed ending? Upright

Ot3? Me x muriel x asra (muriel has 2 hands and 2 tiny partners)

Brotp? jakjefnkanfe i love. portia and julians sibling banter. the good shit

Favourite non-apprentice-based ship? asriel............................. till i die............. (pordia is also fucking god tier)

Is the apprentice you, or your OC? thats just me bich kajefnkjnafe we living our best self indulgent lives

Tell me about your Apprentice(s) im a big bi mess and i would die for muriel and thats it really

Favourite piece of worldbuilding lore? already answered: “ I really love how much of a shithole Vesuvia is kjbanefknaefk like. No formal process of trial/law? Public executions just being how people Do things? someone fucking help this city lmfao”

Favourite background/location? ok i really love nopal bc of all the cacti but tbh like. really anywhere theres a lot of cool nature? the forest is fucking good

The Forest or Nopal? bring the cacti from nopal to muriel’s hut in the forest and it’s perfect

The Palace or the shop? thheeee shop. i like the palace but i think id get Overwhelmed not being able to just. be in my own space a lot lol

The Rowdy raven or the library? the library with a healthy amount of alcohol lol.

Favourite sprite?

43. Favourite character design? I !!!!!!!!! really. love Asra’s design bc of its howl callback but all the designs r fucking cool 44. Best masquerade outfit? Nadia’s..... glamorous..... 45. Best scene? Muriel. hugging. faust you and asra. hes so fucking wholesome ill cry...... or just straight up both of his books akjenfkjafn 46. Worst Scene? Honestly any containing lucio 47. Favourite song on the soundtrack? I love Crowd hammer! (predictable) but also memory 48. Best tale/bonus content? I dont remember names im terrible but i/ love the muriel one ofc kjneafkjn 49. Best CG?/ 50. Favourite memory?

#muriel #its not. an ask but imma tag it that way #asks #hcs #it speaks #nadia #lucio #julian #portia #asra #jaye writes

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goforwardgreenwriter-blog · 6 years ago

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The Worm Reads: Empire of Storms, Ch 21 - 22

Tumblr deleted the first draft of this so I had to redo all of it. Isn’t. That. Just. Great.

Last chapter ended with Dorian and Rowan meeting Rolfe in his office, and true to SJM’s nature, the next chapter immediately picks up where the last one left off. Cut out a lot of the padding and all of these scenes could easily fit into one chapter, but it wouldn’t be a shitty YA novel without padding.

A wry half smile tugged on Rolfe’s lips, the upper-left corner flecked with a small scar. Hopefully not from Aelin.

Because Rolf, a Pirate Lord involved in plenty of illegal activity and battling, couldn’t have possibly gotten a scar from anyone else but that one encounter with Aelin????

“A man who likes ink as much as I do,” Rolfe said with an appreciative nod. “I think you and I will get along just fine, Prince.” “Male,” Rowan corrected. “Fae males are not human men.”

Ungh this is beyond weird. I get that other humanoid species might use male/female as opposed to men/women, that’s not a huge issue, it’s just so weird that they insist on being addressed as males.... also does Rolfe have an ink kink or what.

Rowan gave Dorian a nod to sit. The flames on the candles burning throughout guttered as they passed, and claimed their seats.

The fuck is the meaning of that comma? Makes it sound like the candles are claiming the seats instead of R and D.

“According to the messengers who arrived yesterday,” Rolfe said, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms. “Duke Perrington—or should I call him King Perrington now?—issued a decree, signed by the majority of Adarlan’s lords and ladies, naming you, Majesty, an enemy to your kingdom, and claiming that he liberated Rifthold from your claws after you and the Queen of Terrasen slaughtered so many innocents this spring.

Oh, shit. I don’t really care about Aelin but I feel pretty bad for Dorian.

Rolfe went on, perhaps a bit more gently, “Your brother has been named Perrington’s heir and Crown Prince.” Oh gods. Hollin was a child, but still … something had rotted in him, festered—

Oh no, not Hollin! Not the guy who.... has had little to no dialogue, appeared officially in like one scene, and was only mentioned about three times.....not that character!

[Dorian] wished Chaol were with him.

Rolfe sat forward, resting his forearms on the desk. “You must be desperate indeed, then.” A glance at Rowan. “And is your queen equally desperate for my aid?” “My queen,” Rowan said, “is not a part of this discussion.”

Oh silly Rowan, don’t you know every chapter is required to have at least one Aelin splooge feast?

According to Rolfe’s hand map there’s some spooky beasts afoot that killed most of his crew some time ago.

Rolfe’s pale green eyes darkened. “Sea-wyverns. Witches rule the skies with their wyverns—but these waters are now ruled by beasts bred for naval battle, foul corruptions of an ancient template.

HELL YEAH SEA WYVERNS!! I have to give SJM credit by at least including different types of dragons. Sea wyverns are fucking awesome, I hope this concept actually goes somewhere.

Two golden-haired males appeared in the doorway.

Hooo boy, more Fae males. Just what I wanted......

Immediately after the two Fae show up, the chapter ends, and Chapter 22 once again picks off right where the previous chapter left off. Jesus tap dancing Christ. Doing this once or twice is fine but SJM does this with literally every chapter!!! Without this cliff hanger BS there’s be at least 10 less chapters in this book.

But the dark-eyed, bronze-skinned male—so handsome that Dorian blinked—smirked at the dagger shivering beside his head.

PFFFT. And SJM/the fandom continuously insist that Dorian is 100% straight. I’m laughing so hard I’m not even mad at SJM continuing to describe all of her good characters as drop dead gorgeous.

Fenrys—Gavriel. Dorian knew those names. Rowan had mentioned them during their journey here … Two members of Rowan’s cadre.

That em dash is so weirdly placed. Also, I predict lots of dick waving between Fenrys and Rowan once Aelin shows up.

Dorian released his magic into himself. It settled into his core like a bit of dropped ribbon.

??? I take back my compliment of magic being written interestingly ?????

Gavriel and Fenrys go to eat lunch and everyone goes with. Just explaining this because there’s a bunch of filler of them just sitting around and not doing anything of interest.

“Maeve’s armada sails for this continent.” Dorian was glad he didn’t have anything in his stomach.

Oh yeah, remember Maeve? Honestly, I find her pointless? We already have a main villain, is she really needed? Other than someone for Aelin to prove her superiority against IG.....

Eyllwe … Maeve had to know how dear the kingdom was to Aelin.

Oh my godddd forget the innocent people that may be killed, injured, or lose their homes if Maeve pillages their kingdom, nope, it’s all about poor wittle Aelin’s feefees.

At the mention of lover, Rowan gave Fenrys a lethal stare. The beautiful male—really, there was no way to describe him other than that—just shrugged.

Let me remind you again that this is from Dorian’s POV. He truly is a bicon. And it begs the question... if all of SJM’s characters are beautiful, is there, in fact, no beautiful people in this universe? Since everyone is beautiful, wouldn’t that cancel out actually being beautiful, since ‘ugly’ people apparently don’t exist? This is the most entertainment I’ve gotten from these chapters tbh.

Rowan flicked his eyes toward the stairs behind Rolfe. “You’re dismissed.” Fenrys choked on a dark laugh, but Gavriel straightened as Rolfe hissed, “I don’t care who you are and what power you wield. You don’t give me orders in my territory.”

Rolfe isn’t being unreasonable here?? It’s portrayed as “oh look how cool and badass Rowan is” but this isn’t Rowan’s territory?? He is in no position to give orders god I hate him so much

Rolfe throws them all out of his place because Rowan was being a bossy lil bitch. Gg Rowan.

Fenrys snorted, toying with a small curl of golden hair at his nape. “How you even manage to walk with that much steel on you, Whitethorn, has always been a mystery to me.” Rowan said smoothly, “How no one has ever cut out your tongue just to shut you up has always been a mystery to me as well.” An edged chuckle. “I’ve been told it’s my best feature. At least the women think so.”

So I’m finally reading the ACOTAR series also by SJM, and holy shit, this is literally the exact same character as Cassian. Way to be creative, SJM.

All of a sudden Rowan halts the story to give a huge info dump on Fenrys’ backstory? Yeah this is a sign of great writing; rather than weaving information in small chunks to the audience, Rowan just basically explains Fenrys’ backstory to himself for... reasons.

Fenrys has a twin brother who took the oath to Maeve, thus prompting Fenrys to also take an oath to free his brother. Admittedly that does endear Fenrys to me a bit more, since it shows that he clearly cares about his brother enough to sacrifice his own freedom for him, but I’d rather learn that slowly rather than read one big info dump about it, thank you.

Rowan pinned Fenrys with a look. The White Wolf of Doranelle smiled right back at him.

Wait a minute..... Fenrys is called The White Wolf.... but on Aedion’s wiki it says-

Oh come the fuck on! You couldn’t think of another dangerous animal to symbolize your characters, SJM?

Fenrys and Gavriel are here to hunt Lorcan for his crimes, and this is portrayed as an earth shattering discovery....? I mean, I don’t give a shit about Lorcan. Or most of these characters, if I’m being honest.

#the worm talks #the worm reads: eos #anti sjm #anti tog #anti eos

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mosylufanfic · 7 years ago

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Prompt: something involving Cisco and Caitlin vs. either Ammunet or Warden Wolfe? please?

I started this last weekend and hoped to have it done within a few days, but it just kept getting longer and longer and longer . . . until I looked up and it was 8k words and your very long week was almost at an end. Hope this helps anyway.

Also, I wrote this entire thing before I went to check the Flash wiki for something and remembered that Warden Wolfe died at the end of "True Colors." Ooops. But let's all assume that this is the reality where he somehow escaped, and go on our merry way.

Cisco on the Inside

On the other side of the bulletproof glass, against the dour grey walls of the Iron Heights visiting room, Caitlin stood out like a sunbeam in her light summer dress and yellow blazer. She looked like she should be having brunch or something, not visiting a prison.

But damn, he was glad she was here.

Cisco picked up the handset and felt his whole body relax when her voice said, "Hey," in his ear.

"Hey," he said.

"How are you?" Her anxious eyes scanned his face and chest, presumably looking for gaping wounds.

"It hasn't been my best couple of days ever," he admitted. "But would you believe it hasn't been my worst, either?"

She made a face. "Really, how is it?"

"Food's bad, wardrobe's pretty dismal." He plucked at his orange jumpsuit. "But other than that, it's actually sort of okay. I figure I can hang in here for awhile."

She bit her lip. "That's good. Because the preliminary hearing's not set yet."

"What's taking so long?"

"I don't know," she said. "I can't believe you're even in there. I can't believe you couldn't make bail."

"That'll teach me to blow my savings on a fixer-upper Corvette off Craigslist."

"Don't make jokes. This is awful."

"Well, I mean, I did build the cold gun for Snart. And he did do a lot of crime with it. And none of his gang are around anymore, so I guess someone had to be the fall guy."

"You weren't an accomplice, you were coerced!" she said fiercely.

"We'll get it all cleared up in front of the judge," he said.

She fiddled nervously with the silver crescent moon pendant she wore and glanced over her shoulder at the guard standing against the back wall. “Are they treating you okay?”

He shrugged. "Nobody’s beaten me up yet.”

She looked horrified.

“Kidding! It’s fine. I've been able to stay off the warden's radar, so that's a good thing. Right?"

She worried the crescent moon again. "Right. Yes. Just - just keep your head down, okay?" She lowered her voice. "Don't use your P-O-W-E-R-S - "

"Shhh," he hissed as one of the guards on her side looked over at her. "Christalive, Caitlin, they're not toddlers. They can spell!"

"I'm just saying," she mumbled, cupping her hand over her mouth as if she thought they might be able to read lips, too. It was about as subtle as a brick to the head. "Don't use them."

He scowled at her. "Fine," he said. "I won't. I'll keep my nose clean and my head down and I'm gonna have a totally uneventful stay in Iron Heights."

"You promise?"

"Cross my heart and hope to - "

"No," she cut him off. "Anything but that."

"I promise," he said instead. He ran his finger along the steel-wrapped cord that connected the handset to the wall. "So, uh. How's everybody? How are you?"

"Not great," she said. "But we're not the ones in prison. We - "

A hand landed on his shoulder, and he winced. "Time's up," said a guard's voice.

Cisco wanted to slap that hand off his shoulder, but he'd just promised that he'd behave himself. Instead, he twisted around. "I thought we got half an hour."

The guard shrugged. "Warden says your time is up."

He gritted his teeth, then turned back to Caitlin. "So, I gotta go," he said.

"Now," the guard said and took the handset out of his hand and hung it up.

"Jesus," he hissed between his teeth, but he got to his feet. Caitlin was watching through the glass, her eyes wide. Come back, he mouthed.

She nodded. He let the guard shove him toward the door to the rest of the prison, but as he went through it, he looked over his shoulder again.

She was still watching him, face pale, fingers wrapped around the crescent moon pendant.

The door shut between them.

One of the worst things about being in prison was the unbelievable boredom. The inmates were told when to sleep and when to wake up and when to shower and when to eat and when to go outside and when to come in and how long to do all of those things. But within that structure, there was very little to actually occupy his mind. No machines to fix, no music to listen to, a severely limited choice of TV.

In the yard, he saw one of the other D-Block guys sitting at the picnic table, reading a book. He tapped him on the shoulder, and a guard barked, "No touching!"

Cisco yanked his hands back, holding them up, until the guard looked away. He'd forgotten about that rule.

The reader hadn't looked up. But he said, "What."

"Just, uh, wanted to know if I could borrow that when you were done."

Without looking up, he asked, "What'll you give me for it?" in a way that didn't suggest please was what he was looking for.

Cisco recalculated very, very swiftly. "Actually, you know what, I think I've read it. So never mind."

The reader grunted and turned a page.

He fiddled with the cuffs of his jumpsuit and asked another D-Block inmate, "So, when is our library day again?" They got an hour in the prison library once a week.

"Friday, but you're not missing anything. They won't give us anything good. No Playboy, no Guns & Ammo. Not even nasty lady-porn books. Just fucking Martha Stewart and cat mysteries and shit."

"You dissin' on Martha?" a third guy growled, and Cisco pretended he wanted to go use the hand weights because even on his third day, he could tell when someone felt like fighting.

Barry had filled him in on a lot of how prison worked, from his dad's experiences and his own time in there, but Cisco was also a lifetime watcher-of-currents, and he knew how to avoid sharks.

Or if he couldn't avoid them, at least he knew how to swim alongside them so peacefully that they didn't think about eating him.

He nodded at the other guy doing curls. His name was Brixton and they'd sat at the same table for dinner the night before.

"Hey, man," Brixton said under the noise of the scuffle on the other side of the yard, and the guards rushing in to break it up. "How's the tat?"

Cisco rolled his shoulder a little and rubbed his chest through the jumpsuit. "Still sore. Little itchy." Two days before getting arrested and put in prison was probably about the worst time to get your very first tattoo, but he hadn't exactly had a choice in the matter.

"You wanna take care of those." Brixton pointed at a star inked just below his elbow. "When I got that one, it got infected."

"Eeesh," Cisco said. "Looks okay now, though."

"My lady put witch hazel on it until it healed up. Worked like a dream."

"You think they'll give me witch hazel in the infirmary?"

"That's a dream too," Brixton said, picking out his weights. He did a few curls with a weight the size of Cisco's head, as the yard went quiet again after the fighters had been taken away. "Saw you got a visitor today."

"Yep," Cisco said, picking up one of the available weights, testing it in his hand. He glanced around, set it down, and picked up the next largest size before settling in for his first set of bicep curls.

"She was fine. Was that your lady?"

“Don’t have a lady.” The pang he felt at saying it was starting to dull. It had been three months since he and Cynthia had called it quits, after he’d turned down Breacher’s job offer in the spring. "The woman who visited - she’s just a friend."

Brixton smirked. "Can't seal the deal?"

"Never tried. Like I said, friends." He started doing curls, counting out the Fibonacci sequence in his head.

He snorted. "Sure, whatever."

Cisco gritted his teeth, focusing on his counting. Was he on the five set, or the eight set?

"Those buttoned-up types always get me," Brixton said dreamily. "Makes you wonder what she'll do when you rip off those buttons. You think she's a screamer? Ahhhh, even if she's not, I could make it happen."

Cisco lost count and switched arms. "You remember the part where she's my friend?"

"Relax, man, I'm just speculating."

"You're talking about her like she's a piece of meat."

"You telling me how to talk now?"

He dropped the weight to the cement yard with a clang and stood. "I'm telling you to talk more respectfully about a human woman, is what I'm telling you."

Brixton dropped his weight too, with a much louder clang, and unfolded himself to a much greater height than Cisco. "Say that again."

Cisco stepped to him, clenching his jaw. "Shut your face. About my friend."

Brixton punched him. Or he tried, anyway. Cisco ducked and tackled him around the waist. it was like running into a slab of meat. And then it was like the slab of meat picked him up and flicked him four feet away.

He landed on his ass, skidding across the cement in a way that promised road rash later on, when his adrenaline had burned off. He looked up to see Brixton charging, and he instinctively flung out his arm and threw a blast.

As Brixton reeled backward and guards charged in, he said, "Oh, shit."

Warden Wolfe sat across the table, stone-faced and silent. Behind Cisco’s shoulders, the guards stood with the same expressions.

Cisco sat in the middle, sore from the fight, his head hanging. "Look," he said, picking at his thumbnail. "Uh, I'm sorry. And I won't do it again."

"Prison regulations state that metas cannot be held in the general population.” Warden Wolfe flipped through the file in front of him. “You didn't disclose your meta status upon arrest."

"I didn't think it was relevant!"

Wolfe gave him a hard look.

Cisco swallowed. "I mean, it didn't have anything to do with what I was arrested for. Sir."

"Failure to disclose meta status is a misdemeanor."

"Oh, that's not bad. That's, like, community service? I'll build houses or something."

If possible, the warden's face went harder.

"Come on, it doesn't have to be a thing. Sir. I swear I'll stay away from that guy, I won't use them again - "

"Them?"

"It," Cisco said hastily. "It, singular. I just have the one. Just one meta ability."

Wolfe eyed him coldly. "One or five or fifty, it doesn't matter. Prison regulations state that metas are to be held in the meta wing." He jerked his chin at the guards, who grabbed Cisco by each elbow and pulled him to his feet.

“Wait,” Cisco said. “What about - do I get visitors?”

“Warden’s discretion,” Wolfe said, making a note in his file.

Caitlin turned away from the prison door, pulling out her phone. “He’s been in the meta wing since last night,” she growled to the person on the other end of the line. “I hope you’re happy.” She listened for a moment, and said, “No, I wasn’t able to see him. They said maybe tomorrow. Give me a moment.”

She walked around the corner to where her car was parked, as close to the prison's north wall as permitted. She stood looking up at the high walls, the barbed wire, the merciless guard towers. “Please be okay,” she whispered, twisting her moon necklace in her fingers.

Cisco regretted ever complaining about boredom in gen-pop. Shit, gen-pop had been a never-ending pachanga compared to the meta wing. Their food got delivered to them on trays and they got half an hour of yard time a day, each of them with a guard looming over them and power-dampening cuffs on their wrists. Otherwise, they were confined to their cells. No library privileges or weight room time.

“Warden’s discretion,” was the only answer he ever got when he asked about visiting hours. But from the little sneers and snorts that he heard from the other cells, he gathered that hardly anybody got to see their visitors.

When he found himself doing push-ups in his cell to pass the time, he understood how dudes got so jacked in prison.

It was a different set of guards in the meta wing, too. The gen-pop guards were okay. Still prison guards, obviously, so it wasn't like they were anybody's best friend. But they could be friendly and they would call you by your last name, at least.

The meta-wing guards were harder-faced, and called everyone "inmate," and spoke mostly in orders. When Cisco asked a question or made some comment, all he got was a one-word answer or a flick of the eyes in response.

If they responded at all.

It was a full day before he saw Warden Wolfe again, and when he did, he jumped up from his cot so fast, he got dizzy. "Hey!" he yelled through the bars. "Hey, Warden! Did I get any visitors? Hey! It was visiting day, did I get a visitor?"

"Yes," Wolfe said.

"Why didn't I see her, then? I get a half an hour on visiting day, up to four hours a month."

"That's gen-pop," the warden said. "You're in meta wing. Visitors are at my discretion only."

"I want to see my visitor," Cisco said. "I want to see her next time she comes. And I want to get a library book or something, I'm bored as hell."

Wolfe turned his back and left the meta wing.

Nothing daunted, Cisco kept it up whenever he saw a guard, or the warden, asking to see his visitor, asking for something to read or write or do, asking for more time in the yard or a chance to go the weight room.

The way the cells were arranged, he couldn't really see and barely even talk to the other metas confined with him. He did see them in the yard, during their half hour. Mostly they all kept to themselves, but one day, one of them gestured at him. "Mijo, come here."

Her name was Fabiana Duarte. She was plump and middle-aged, with streaks of grey in her black hair and comfortably wrinkly skin a shade or two darker than his. She gave off the general air of a daycare teacher.

He was kind of sure she was the one who'd stolen thousands and thousands of dollars by lifting people's bank cards and reading their minds for the PINs.

But she looked like one of his aunties and her dampener cuffs were brightly lit, and their guards were sharing a cigarette in the shade, so he went.

She started to put her hand on his arm but a guard barked "No touching" and they stepped back from each other.

"Mira," she said. "I'm going to give you a hint for your own good. Knock it off with the asking for stuff."

It was pretty sweet of her to try and save him from himself, but he said, "No, no way. That's all, like, basic stuff. It's my right as a U.S. citizen to - "

She snorted. "You're not a U.S. citizen anymore. You're an inmate of the Iron Heights meta wing."

"Well, we should still have rights. Like, to more exercise than walking around this yard, or to get stuff from the library, or - "

Thoroughly exasperated now, she said, "Are you stupid or do you just like pain?"

He blinked at her. "What do you mean?"

A bell rang, and all the guards started gathering up their charges.

"Hey, hey," Cisco said in a low voice as their guards started toward them. "What do you mean, Fabiana?"

She let out a grunt of exasperation. "Just behave yourself. And shut up."

Yeah, just like his aunties.

He ignored Fabiana's warning, and kept asking for anything and everything he could think of, top of the list being his visiting hours.

"She's here, I know she came," he said."She promised she'd come every day. I want to see her, okay? I just want to see her."

He couldn't see the occupants of the other cells, but he could hear them, letting out groans as he wheedled and pestered. Even occasionally a bellow of "Shut the fuck up!"

It was hard to blame them. He was annoying himself, even. But he kept it up, stubbornly, using the time he lay staring at the ceiling to think up new and ever-more-obnoxious ways of pestering the prison hierarchy.

The third evening of his stay in meta wing, Wolfe came after dinner..

Cisco sat up on his cot. This was unusual. Wolfe had a schedule and he stuck to it. Instead of speaking to the guards or looking in on any of the other metas, Wolfe walked directly to his cell and stood there, just outside the bars. His arms were crossed and his face unreadable.

"Hey, Warden," Cisco chirped. "Any news on my asks there? How about visiting day? Tomorrow's visiting day. My friend'll be here. I wanna see her. Am I going to see her?"

"You're going to stop asking for things, inmate," Wolfe said.

"Uh, no, I'm not because these aren't that big of a deal, honestly. Seeing my friend and getting something to read and getting a little fresh air, why is that such a big deal? I think it's very reasonable, don't you?"

The warden nodded once, his face as blank and hard as ever.

Then the pain hit.

It was like all the muscles in his body had suddenly decided to play tug-of-war with all the other muscles. He felt like pork in the process of being pulled, like he was being put through a blender and then run through again.

Then it was over, and he collapsed, gasping, against the wall.

The warden watched him with shark eyes. Flat and cold. "There won't be any more requests, Inmate."

"Wha - what was - what did - "

The hellish pain hit him again, like his skin being peeled away and his bones being hammered into dust from the inside.

Someone was screaming, very far away.

Then it was gone again, and the wall was there, hard and cold, but cold was good because he felt like he'd been lit on fire and holy Moses, what kind of hell-spawned meta power was that?

"I said, there won't be any more requests, inmate," Wolfe said again. "Will there?"

"Nnnnnooo," Cisco mumbled through trembling lips. His throat felt raw. He wondered why.

"I didn't hear you."

At the words, he tensed up, anticipating what came next. If anything that made it worse. He writhed helplessly on his cot, fingers digging into the blankets as his body tried to tear itself apart at the molecular level.

As it subsided, he figured out who'd been screaming.

It had been him.

"Will there be any more requests, inmate?"

"No!" he shrieked, a high thin noise. "No, no, no, no, no - "

"That's what I thought," Wolfe said, and left.

Cisco wheezed against the agonized twitching of his muscles, feeling cold sweat run down his face and spine and collect in the bend of his joints. Whimpers escaped his abused throat and he was helpless to stop them.

Every little pain and nagging stiffness he'd had before had been ratcheted up to eleven. The occasional soreness in his shoulder from breaching, the knee that he'd twisted last year and still sometimes got stiff, even his bruised tailbone from Brixton tossing him across the prison yard, were all magnified to horrific proportions.

His tattoo beat like a drum against his heart.

When he tried to lay down, his stomach revolted, and it was dumb luck that he managed to vomit up the bland prison fare over the side of his cot onto the floor. When there was nothing left but thin, acid bile, he collapsed, face buried in his pillow.

From a few cells over, Fabiana called out, "You alive in there, fool?"

He made some kind of high-pitched keening noise in response.

"I tried to tell you," she said. "He's been holding off on you - "

"And us," another voice grumbled.

" - because you're a short-termer and he didn't want you getting out and blabbing." She snorted. "But you just had to be that annoying, didn't you?"

With a herculean effort, he pushed himself up far enough to pull his face from the pillow. It was smudged with sweat and tears and snot and drool and bile and even a little blood. It took him two tries to flip it over, and then he collapsed again. He groaned as random muscles twitched in the memory of pain.

"Yeah," the second voice said. "He's probably learned his lesson."

With his face buried in the cool, coarse material of his pillowcase, Cisco mouthed, Gotcha, you rat bastard, just before he passed out.

One week ago

Silence fell in the cortex as Joe finished telling them about the meta who'd come to him, secretly, and told a story of torture and punishment in the meta wing of Iron Heights.

"What kind of horrible power is that?" Caitlin breathed.

"What kind of sick fuck uses it?" Cisco added.

"You guys, this is on us," Barry said.

"We didn't know this was going on," Caitlin objected.

"That doesn't matter. We arrested them, we put them in there, and now Wolfe is hurting them. Because he can."

"Why didn't he do anything when you were in there?" Iris asked.

"Didn't want to damage the merchandise, probably," Barry said. "But now he's not selling them to Amunet Black, so he can do whatever he wants."

"What do we do?" Cisco said. "Can we bust in there? Prison break?"

"We put them in there for a reason," Iris said. "They don't deserve what Wolfe is doing to them, but they can’t just be let go, either. Some of them are dangerous."

"We need to remove Wolfe," Joe said. "Legally. He needs to be convicted in a court of law and imprisoned."

"That'll be hard to prove," Caitlin said. "There's no injury site, their description is very nebulous, and we've never encountered him as a meta."

"He's smart," Joe said. “Only using it on people that most of society doesn’t care about, who aren’t going to tell and who might not be believed if they do.”

Iris frowned over the report. "What exactly is he doing to them?"

"It's hard to say from the testimony offered," Caitlin said. "They didn't report an entry or exit burn, so it's not electrical in nature. He could be stimulating the pain centers of their brain. It could even be a kind of bio-kinesis, where he can temporarily control their muscles."

Cisco shuddered. "Gross."

Barry's eyes narrowed. "Hard to prove what he's doing, hard to prove it's even him unless we can actually record the dark matter activity."

Cisco reached over for his tablet. "Well, I've got something that might help. You know that dark-matter scanner of yours, Caitlin? I've been tinkering with it so we can wear a small version out into the field and detect the kind of surges that accompany meta powers.."

Her eyes lit. "Pair that with a biometric scanner so you can cross-reference the pain reaction with the dark-matter surge, and that's proof he's causing it. Yes, that could work!"

"No," Barry said. "It won't."

Cisco scowled. "Hey, my tech always works."

"I know, but we can't get it to any of the metas on the inside. Everything that comes to any of the prisoners from the outside is thoroughly searched. Even if it did get past that, nothing would be safe from theft or guard searches unless it was implanted under the skin. And even if we could somehow manage that, who would agree to intentionally provoking Wolfe into using his powers on them, unless we gave them some kind of immunity or amnesty?"

"What are you saying?" Joe said, frowning.

"We need to send somebody in."

Now

Cisco spent most of the day after Wolfe's visit trying to find a comfortable position for his sore carcass. He was stiff all over, like someone had poured cement into his clothes. Sometimes he could doze, but mostly he stared at the wall or the ceiling.

He'd gotten the proof of Wolfe's torture. Now he just needed to make sure it got back to Star Labs, and then they could get him out before they arrested Wolfe.

Please get me out of here, he thought.

He tugged painfully at the buttons on his jumpsuit, and slid his fingers under the orange cloth. Pressing on his chest through his cheap prison undershirt, he could feel the three little hard spots under his skin. Biometric scanner, dark matter sensor, wireless transmitter. He chanted them like a prayer.

They'd painted that tattoo on him to explain any redness or swelling from insertion. It was henna, though, and it would start to fade soon. If anybody noticed, they'd know something was up.

After he got the proof, before he got out safely - this was the most dangerous part of the sting.

He heard his meal trays clang onto the floor and left them where they lay. His stomach hurt too much to get it to accept food. But when yard time came, he dragged himself to a sitting position, and then to his feet, and then forced himself to take slow, stumbling steps toward his cell door. With his guard at his back, he made his way to the yard. All the other meta inmates and their guards followed at his pace, complaining that they were losing out on yard time.

The sun blazed down, beating on his shoulders and the top of his head. He let it bake him as he took a slow, shambling lap around the yard, coaxing his body to move and wincing as it fought back. He'd become the opposite of Barry, he thought sardonically. Slowest Man Alive.

He made it halfway around, and then just leaned against the north wall. Caitlin had sworn to him she would be there every day, parked just on the other side of that specific wall. With the dampener cuffs on, there was no way to tell if she was there right now, but he pictured her there, waiting for the signal from the device in his chest.

Please let the transmitter work.

Please let the range perform like it did in tests.

Please just get me out of here.

Too soon, the bell rang and they led him back inside. When he got back to his cell, he dropped into his cot and was asleep almost before the lock on his cell door engaged.

He dreamed that Wolfe came back and hurt him until his heart shorted out like a bad connection.

He dreamed that Wolfe somehow knew about the sensors and had them cut out while he watched with that non-expression and Cisco screamed.

He dreamed that Wolfe didn't know about the sensors, but that they shorted out anyway from whatever Wolfe did to him.

He dreamed that he'd somehow been forgotten, and he spent the rest of his life in the meta wing of Iron Heights prison, alone and hurting and desperate for an escape that never came.

When he woke, sweating and shivering and hoarse from shouting, someone from one of the other cells said, "Bad dream?"

"Uh-huh," he mumbled. He couldn't tell who it was.

"Yeah, I got those too, after the first time." There was a creak as if his faceless, anonymous comfort had rolled over in his cot. "You get used to them."

When he woke again, it was morning. He didn't know that by the sunlight or the clock, neither of which were present in the meta wing. He knew because when he opened his eyes, the tray that had just clanged onto the floor had a blob of scrambled eggs and a triangle of toast on it.

He considered it. Although the soreness had eased up some, he felt wobbly and weak even though he was still lying down. Probably because he hadn't eaten a thing yesterday. He had to get some calories in him, even shitty prison calories.

He managed to choke down about half of the cardboard-tasting eggs before they came back for the tray, and that helped him get to the shower when that time came. The hot(ish) water helped more. He tugged his fingers through his wet hair, wincing. Crappy lowest-bidder shampoo - he didn't want to think about what it looked like.

Remembering his dream, he peered down at the tattoo high on his chest, cleaning it carefully and gently. The sun with its squiggly rays was only about three inches across and done in simple reddish-black lines. The swelling and redness had mostly gone down over the past few days. It hurt, but everything hurt.

He shifted a little so his arm blocked his motions from the rest of the shower room. He ran his fingers around the edge of the sun and felt three tiny, hard bumps under the skin, evenly spaced around the perimeter.

Biometric scanner. Dark matter sensor. Wireless transmitter.

Yep. Still there.

After showers came the long, dull stretch until lunch. He lay dozing on his cot, trying to escape his aches and pains. They weren't as bad as yesterday, but he also wasn't about to go out and run a marathon.

A shoe scuffed outside his cell. He rolled over to see who it was, then flinched backward. The warden stood on the other side of the bars.

His stomach churned. He hadn't seen Wolfe since two nights before, and the memory of pain jittered through his body.

"Inmate," Wolfe said. "On your feet."

So you can hit me with that power again? Watch me fall on the floor instead of writhing on this bed? It all ran through his mind, but his tongue wouldn't let it out.

"I said get up."

Cisco swung his legs over the edge of the cot and hauled himself to a standing position. He winced as he straightened up, and some flicker of expression crossed Wolfe's face for a split second.

Like satisfaction.

Or pleasure.

Distantly, he noted that there was a guard behind Wolfe. What kind of a sign was that? He hadn't noticed any guard the other night. Would Wolfe whammy him again if there was a witness?

Of course, he hadn't had any trouble doing it in front of the other metas.

Wolfe unlocked the cell door, and Cisco took a step back. But the warden didn't come in. Instead, he said, "Come out here, inmate."

It wasn't yard time. Visiting day had been yesterday. But Caitlin had promised to come every day whether it was visiting day or not. Maybe Wolfe had decided that he could see her today.

Maybe Santa Claus existed.

(His brain whispered, Maybe you're going home.)

"Come out here. I won't say it again."

Cisco stepped out of the cell. A pair of dampener cuffs wrapped around his wrists and clicked closed. A hard hand nudged his shoulder - not Wolfe's. The guard. Wolfe, as always, stood and watched.

Cisco crossed the meta wing. Possibilities waterfalled through his brain. Some horrifying, some wonderful. None of them felt entirely real.

The door to meta wing shut behind them, and Wolfe stopped. Turned.

Cisco had to tip his chin up to look Wolfe in the eye. There was a camera up in the corner. There were always cameras in the hallways, in the gen-pop halls, in the yard and the weight room and the dining hall and the commissary.

The only place without cameras in Iron Heights, besides the showers, was the meta wing.

The eye of the camera felt like the only thing between him and . . . something. He didn't know what.

"You're being released," Wolfe said.

It took the words a moment to sink in. He said, "I - what?"

"The charges have been dropped. There's no reason to hold you here anymore."

He blinked a few times. "Oh."

The warden stared at him with those flat shark eyes. Cisco stared back for a split second, and then looked down, hunching his shoulders.

When he looked up again, that flicker of satisfaction, or pleasure, was just leaving Wolfe's face.

He glanced at the guard over Cisco's shoulder. "Take him to discharge." He turned away, down another corridor, and the guard gave Cisco a nudge in the small of the back.

He stumbled forward, caught himself, and started walking, the guard right on his heels. The corridor seemed to stretch out forever

Occasionally the guard said, "Right" or "Left" or made him stop while he badged through a door. The walking went on forever, and Cisco wondered how deep in the bowels of Iron Heights the meta wing actually was. How thick the walls were. How impossible it would be to get any kind of signal through it.

His stomach trembled.

Was he seriously leaving? Or was this something else Wolfe was doing to him? Or maybe the paperwork was through, the charges really were dropped, but all his cowering hadn't fooled Wolfe into thinking he didn't need to worry about Cisco. Maybe he was supposed to suffer a mysterious accident on his way through these endless corridors. Maybe they were going in circles.

He counted cameras, checked live lights, calculated blind spots, and held his breath until he was through each and every one of them.

They stopped in front of one last badge reader next to one last door. Unlike the others, this one actually had a window, a skinny pane of glass with wires cross-crossed through it. Through the glass, he could see the room where he'd gotten signed in to Iron Heights - what, a week ago? Was that it?

Amazing how long seven days could feel.

He thought, Maybe I really am leaving.

Behind him, the guard said in a low voice, "You're going to tell them something."

"Tell who? What?" Open the door already. Open it and let me out.

The guard's breath stirred the hair at Cisco's temple. "Warden never touched you," he said.

He stared at the window, focusing on the wires embedded in the glass. "What?"

"The warden," the guard repeated. "Never touched you, did he? Never laid a finger on you."

". . . no?"

"So that's what you're going to say," the guard said. "The warden never touched you."

"Say to who?"

"Say it. The warden never touched you. Did he?"

". . . no," Cisco said.

"No, what, inmate?"

"No, the warden never touched me."

"Good," the guard said. "You're going to say that whenever anybody asks. Or that ginger who visited you is going get a visit from us."

He went stiff. "No. Please."

"Skinny thing, isn't she? Breakable, those skinny chicks."

"Don't hurt her. I'll say anything you tell me to say. To anybody you tell me to say it to. Just don't hurt her."

"You don't have to lie, inmate. Nobody's asking you to lie. Just tell the truth. The warden never touched you."

Cisco shook his head hard. "No, he never did. Never laid a finger on me."

"That's right," the guard said, and opened the door.

Cisco walked through.

It seemed like being released from prison should be a triumphal thing. Trumpets, choruses of angels, et cetera. Instead, it turned out to be more paperwork, under the apathetic eye of one of the regular prison guards. The one who had threatened him had left - back to terrorize more metas, presumably.

He had to turn in his orange jumpsuit and everything issued to him by the prison. After a search of his naked body to ensure that he wasn't smuggling anything out - he stared at the wall and thought about sunlight and Big Belly Burger and his own bed - he did get his own clothes back, the ones he'd been arrested in.

They smelled institutional, like they'd been run through the prison laundry along with a hundred other guys' clothes and cheap, harsh laundry detergent. He put them on anyway and decided that when he got home, they were going in the trash can.

He filled out forms that attested he'd gotten his clothes back, his wallet, his phone. The latter was dead, of course. It had been sitting in a box for a week, running the battery down.

He signed everything they told him to sign, his hand shaking a little.

The release officer shook his hand and said, "Someone's waiting for you. Lucky. Not everyone gets that." He badged Cisco through the last door.

Caitlin was in the waiting room, clutching her purse to her stomach. When she saw him, her face lit up, and then he was in her arms.

He shut his eyes and soaked in the feel of her. The familiar smell of her shampoo and the iron-band tightness of her hug, like always when she'd been distressed for a long time, and how soft she was against him.

Getting released was slowly starting to feel real.

But she was also here, in the prison. He couldn't stop thinking about the guard who'd mused about her breakability, just a few walls away.

"Get out," he muttered against her ear. "Out, out, out."

"Yes," she whispered, and pulled away. He grabbed her hand, unwilling to not be touching her.

"Is that everything?" she asked the release officer.

"Yes, ma'am, you're free to go."

"Good." She pushed open the last door and the sunlight hit Cisco like a hammer. He flinched away from it, and from the vastness outside the door. No walls. Outside felt way too big.

She squeezed his hand - he hadn't realized he'd tightened his grip - and said brightly, "I'm parked right over there. Close. Let's go. Everybody's waiting. They want to see you."

They crossed the parking lot. Still no walls, so big. Cisco felt like a bug on a tabletop, waiting for someone to smash him. Them.

"Faster," he said, trying to lengthen his stride, but he was still just a little too sore to go any faster than he was. She made soothing noises.

They got in the car - he had to let go of her hand - and the enclosure of the vehicle around him felt safe, even as she pulled out and drove through the gates.

She hit a button for speakerphone and when the call was answered, said. "We're out. We're driving away."

The reply sounded brisk and official. "Copy that, ma'am."

She ended the call. He reached out and took her hand again. She held it and drove one-handed, her face tense.

The road to the prison was long and empty, but a few minutes later, two cars roared by them, going the other way.

Caitlin turned a corner into a convenience store and parked next to a plain white panel van. They hopped out and immediately the back door of the van popped open to reveal one of CCPD's mobile command units inside, and Iris and Joe.

Joe helped him up into the van and Iris hugged him hard. "How are you?" she asked.

"Eh," Cisco said, hugging her back. "I'm out, so."

Joe looped his arm around Cisco's shoulders and pulled him in for his own hug. "It's almost over, son." He reached behind him for a pair of headphones. "You want to listen in on the big moment?"

Cisco had thought he would, picturing this in his cell all those dull hours. Warden Wolfe, you're under arrest for torture and abuse. You're going to jail forever, you sick fuck.

But he shook his head. Suddenly the idea of hearing Wolfe's voice again made him want to heave.

Joe nodded and put the headphones on his own head, turning to some screens.

"I'm sorry it took so long," Caitlin said.

He scootched over next to her, and as if she knew what he needed, she slipped her arm around his waist. He leaned into her body, ignoring the way Iris's brow quirked up.

He hadn't realized it until her first hug, but the week undercover in the prison had left him touch-starved. Having hands on him - kind hands, that didn't want him to move or stop or turn, that didn't shove or nudge like they were trying to get a farm animal to change direction - felt like a big bottle of cold water after crossing the desert.

"I was worried you didn't get the last data drop," he said, reaching out to touch her moon necklace. "I spent my entire yard time yesterday just hanging out on the north wall."

"Oh, I got it," she said grimly. "And it sealed the warrant on Wolfe."

"But regulations state that releases have to happen in the morning," Iris added, "and we couldn't push that without tipping him off. Otherwise we would have had you out last night."

"That's okay," he said. "I wasn't in great shape yesterday and besides, he left me alone."

She gave him a quick, concerned look, and he shook his head. "Just the aftereffects. Soreness."

Caitlin grabbed her purse, dug in it for a moment, and handed him two ibuprofen. "Enough for now?"

"Yeah," he said, swallowing them and drinking deeply from the bottle of water she gave him next.

She pulled a tablet over and tapped a few buttons, lips pursed. She reached up and took off the moon necklace, touching two stones. The tablet beeped and the screen filled with data from the biometric scanner, transmitted to the necklace and then uplinked to Star Labs servers.

He looked down at his own scanned body on the screen. "See?" he said to Caitlin. "All there."

"Full checkup later," she told him. "No arguments."

"Wasn't gonna," he said.

Joe let out a triumphant grunt, and they turned toward him. "They got him, Dad?" Iris asked.

"In custody," he reported. "Being transported to Central."

The last knot of tension in Cisco's chest snapped, and he sagged where he stood, letting Caitlin's arm hold him up for a moment.

This was no guarantee of anything. He might escape; he might get off. They might be hearing a lot more of Gregory Wolfe. But for right now, he wasn't hurting or killing any more metas under his care at Iron Heights, and that was enough for Cisco.

A moment later, a knock sounded on the back panel, and Iris leaned over to open it. Barry climbed inside, flushed with victory. "Got 'im," he said. "It's over. We did it."

“Cisco did it,” Caitlin said.

“Yeah. Yeah, yeah. You did it, man.” He stretched out his long arms and pulled Cisco in for a hug.

Cisco hugged him back, but pushed away after a moment. "Hey, Bare?"

"Mmmm?" Barry was peeling his cowl up off his face. His hair stuck out all crazy.

Cisco steeled himself. "Don't ask me to do something like that ever again."

Barry's face scrunched up a little. "Hey, man, I'm sorry, I know it must have been rough. But it had to be you. Wolfe and the guards knew me and Iris, and Caitlin doesn't have any powers anymore, so she wouldn't have gotten put in the meta wing."

"I know," he said. "I know all that. I'm glad Wolfe is going down and I'm glad I did that. But I'm still saying, don't ever ask me to do that again."

Barry's mouth opened and closed a few times, and finally he nodded. "Okay," he said in a subdued voice. "Never again."

"Good." Cisco brushed his hair behind his ears, suddenly self-conscious. But that had been running through his mind in all those hours staring at the ceiling, too. "So, uh, what now?" He looked at Joe. "You need my statement or whatever?"

"Not right away," Joe said, looking at him keenly. "Lot of stuff for the cops to do first."

"Good," Caitlin said. "That means there's time for a full checkup back at Star Labs."

Barry offered to run them back, but Cisco wanted to test out his breaches, after a week of exposure to power dampeners. They felt a little sputtery at first, but Caitlin put her hand on his back and the breach spewed open, the same as it always had. They jumped through to the comfort and familiarity of Star Labs.

She checked everything she could think of, and he let her, smiling a little as she fussed. When she checked his back, she frowned. "There's some bruising."

"Yep," he said. "Not from the warden. From when I had to get caught using my powers so I'd get transferred into the meta wing."

She eyed him. "You don't bruise in response to your powers."

"I do in response to another prisoner trying to kick my ass."

"Cisco! You were in a prison fight?"

"It's fine!" he assured her. "Funny story, actually. First night at dinner, I run into this guy I went to high school with, Andy Brixton. We were in a bunch of AP classes and the GSA together. Anyway, he agreed to scuffle up with me in the yard so I had an excuse to use my powers out in the open."

"Cisco - "

"I know you had fun being extremely unsubtle and trying to tip the guard off during your visit, but the warden wasn't noticing me. It's okay. Andy didn't hurt me, not really. He's always been a good guy." He thought of what he'd vibed when he'd managed to touch Andy's shoulder. "One who made some bad choices in life, maybe. But a good guy."

She shook her head. "Prison fight," she muttered.

"It worked," Cisco said. "I saw what I needed to see in gen-pop and then got transferred into the meta wing and got right on Wolfe's shit list. Three birds, one stone."

"How was he in the general population?"

"All the guys I talked to said he was a stickler for rules but otherwise ignored them. I guess he just wanted to hurt metas."

"That says something about him, doesn't it?" she said.

"Nothing good."

She had to numb his skin with cream before she took out the sensors, but when she had, that was the work of a few moments with scalpel and forceps.

"Biometric scanner," she said, dropping the tiny device into a sterile dish with a clang. "Dark matter sensor - " clang "- and wireless transmitter." She smiled at him. "All out."

"Yay," he said. "Officially not a cyborg anymore."

She cleaned the small wounds, put a stitch in each of them, and taped sterile gauze over his chest. She stripped off her gloves, but instead of telling him he was clear, she pulled a chair over. “How are you really?" she asked.

"I'll be better after some Big Belly Burger," he said. "The food was seriously shitty. And such small portions!"

"You lost seven pounds in there," she said absently. "So yes, Big Belly Burger it is. But I mean you. No jokes, please. How are you doing?"

He met her eyes and found he had to look away. He picked at a fray in his cords and said slowly, "I keep waiting to wake up again."

"Again?"

"I had bad dreams last night. Being out - it feels like a good dream that's about to turn bad."

He reached out for his hand and she let him take it. He held it, feeling the softness and warmth of her skin, her thumb rubbing soothingly over his knuckles.

"It's not a dream," she said. "You're out, and you're staying out. And in case nobody else says it, going in was the bravest thing I've ever seen you do."

"I went to prison," he said. "People do it every day."

"You went to a place where someone was going to hurt you. Where you had to make someone hurt you. And then you had to wait on us, until we could retrieve you. And you had to do all of that without your powers. I can't imagine the number of times you daydreamed about breaching out."

"Like, thousands."

"But you went. And you let him hurt you. And you stayed." She squeezed his hand. "I've always known you were one of the bravest men I knew. This just confirms that."

He swallowed. "Thanks."

She smiled and squeezed his hand again before letting it go. "If you want to go home right now, there's a protective detail waiting for the word to go to your apartment."

His stomach sank. "Shit."

"What?"

"You'll need one too. A protective detail. One of Wolfe's pet meta-wing guards - he threatened you. Right before they released me."

She drew in her breath and let it out.

"Nothing concrete," he said quickly. "All very plausible-deniability. But he was talking about how if I blabbed, they'd have to pay you a visit and stuff. Their boss getting arrested had probably got them mad enough for . . . stuff."

She nodded. "Okay."

"Okay? Caitlin, I know it doesn't sound like much, but these were bad dudes, they - "

"I know," she said. "I'll ask Joe for protective detail. Or maybe I can stay over at your place tonight and share yours."

He squinted at her. "You're taking this well." Almost too well. "Caitlin, this is -"

"Scary," she said, and her voice shook. "Serious. I know. I get it. But I always knew it was a possibility I'd be targeted, being your contact on the outside. None of us thought Warden Wolfe would be happy about getting arrested. So, yes, I've been prepared for the idea pretty much since we came up with this sting." Her mouth worked. "Alongside being scared for you."

"But you agreed to be my contact anyway."

"Of course I did. We needed the data to take to the judge and get a warrant."

"Barry could have run by the prison every day," Cisco argued. "You didn't have to be my visitor."

"I wanted to. Even though we only got to see each other once. I wanted you to know I was coming, every day. I didn't want you to be all alone in there."

He studied her a moment, then smiled. "I wasn't."

This time, she took his hand. He held it and they leaned together.

It was good to be home.

FINIS

#Cisco Ramon #Caitlin Snow #killervibe #fanfiction #mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name #really just a smidge of killervibe #it's a mostly Cisco story #torture #whump #suffering #things that Hedgi likes #the flash #hedgiwithapen

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queenofcats17 · 6 years ago

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June Prompts 3

Submitted by @magicalmonsterhero

-Sammy and Susie as Cloak and Dagger (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cloak_and_Dagger_(comics)) -25 Other Worlds C17 (Safe: C2 characters, C3 boys, Wally, Lacie) -‘Something Is Not Right’ (Sammy is safe too)

That first one is due to the TV series coming out tomorrow.

The Cloak and Dagger one gets kinda dark, just due to their general origin.

They’d met in an alleyway when Sammy had retrieved Susie’s purse from a thief. Sammy had briefly considered stealing her purse himself but someone else had beaten him to it. Besides, he probably would have ended up apologizing the second she saw him trying to take it. Melting out of the shadows, he tackled the would-be thief to the ground, wrestling the purse out of the other man’s grasp. Sammy got to his feet and the other man bolted. Turning back to the young woman, he held the purse out with shaking hands.

“Um…Uh…Here.” He stammered, cursing his speech impediment.

“Thanks.” She smiled and took it. “Um, do you want to get some food? There’s a diner not too far from here.” Sammy was going to turn her down, he didn’t want to impose, but his stomach growled loudly. He blushed and hunched his shoulders. The girl’s smile widened and she took him by the hand.

“Come on.” She said. “Let’s get some food in you.”

She took him to the diner and paid for both of their food, telling him he could order whatever he wanted. He couldn’t thank her enough. He barely had five dollars to his name and she was letting him eat as much as he liked.

“I’m Susie.” She said once they had their food. “Susie Campbell. What’s your name?”

“Sam-Sammy Lawrence.” He said in between bites of food.

“So, what brings you to New York City, Mr. Lawrence?” She asked, twirling a chunk of blond hair between her fingers. “Seeking fame? Fortune?”

“Just, um, r-running away.” He shrugged slightly. “What…W-What about you?”

“Same.” She leaned back in the booth.

“I g-guess, uh, I guess we’re in the s-same, uh, boat.” He gave her a small smile, eating a fry from her plate. Susie swatted at his hand, but she smiled back at him.

“We should stick together.” She suggested. “Like you said, we’re both in the same boat, right? Might as well take care of each other.”

“S-Sure.” Sammy nodded. He could think of worse people to wander the streets of New York with. Susie seemed nice. So they decided to stay together. They traveled to shelters together, looked for jobs together. They were never far apart. But one day, something changed. Some strange men showed up at their camp and offered shelter to Susie.

“Sounds great!” She said brightly. Sammy, however, was much warier. He didn’t trust these men.

“I’ll come too.” He said, grabbing Susie by the hand. It took everything he had to manage to get those words out without stuttering.

“More the merrier.” The men said, baring their teeth at the two teenagers. From there, things went bad really fast. As soon as they were in the car, they were knocked out. When they woke up they were strapped to chairs, a man standing over them holding a syringe. As soon as the man injected them, everything became a blur. Sammy remembered feeling a lot of pain, and then he was free, running through the hallway with Susie at his side. He seemed to be made of shadow, while Susie was glowing with pure white light. Nothing would ever be the same now, they both knew that much.

Alice had taken Henry to a little safe house she had created in the bowels of the studio. She chattered the whole way there, her energy coming off as rather nervous. Henry was too tired to ask any questions to her, simply going along with what she asked of him. He spent a long time in that safe house, playing cards with Alice and drinking bacon soup. But eventually, he wanted out.

“Are you sure?” Alice asked when he brought the subject up. “It’s very dangerous out there.”

“I have to keep going,” Henry said. “I need to find Joey and talk to him about all this.” Alice bit her lip, rocking back and forth a bit.

“Well…Alright.” She conceded. “But you should know…We’re not alone here.”

“I already knew that.”

“I’m not talking about the Ink Demon,” Alice said. “I’m talking about the Wolf.”

“The Wolf?” Henry repeated. “Do you mean Boris?”

“He’s trying to make himself perfect.” Alice wrung her hands, starting to pace the length of the room. “I’ve been hiding here from him. I don’t want to die like all the others.”

“Oh.” Henry suddenly felt rather guilty. “We don’t need to go out if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s alright.” Alice shook her head. “I can’t hide forever.” She took out the lever to the door and put it in before turning back to Henry.

“Let’s go.”

As it turned out, Sammy was completely fine. Although he was stuck in the studio, he hadn’t been turned into an inky monstrosity. He’d been taking care of Norman on Level 14. Norman was...mostly alright. Ink had replaced his blood, and there were wires and a reel stuck in his body, but he was still mostly himself. He had a projector he could wear, which he mostly did since it was easier than just lugging it around under his arm. Henry emerged from the studio with them at his side, as well as a Boris and a Bendy. He didn’t mention Joey or anything else, but Susie could kind of tell that Henry had seen something he didn’t want to talk about.

Only once Henry called her to tell her about the toons did she tell him about Alice. Audrey had taken to Alice rather well. Susie had tried to keep the little angel a secret, but Audrey had heard when Alice had woken up from a nightmare by screaming. Susie knew full well that Alice was probably Allison, but she didn’t push it. Allison or not, the little toon was Alice Angel, and Susie was going to take care of her.

#bendy and the ink machine #fanfiction #submission #roleswap au

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pyratetm-a · 7 years ago

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alright, i said i’d rewrite it to be more thorough, so here we go. the infamous why amanda and her hector are not dmtnt compliant and never will be post. this isn’t a reflection on the rpc, but it is on disney, because that movie was trash, and i’m not changing my stance on it. at all. full stop.

x. it cheapens the point of jack sparrow and the pearl. first and foremost, in the established canon pre-dmtnt, jack sparrow was given the wicked wench - a ship he utterly fell in love with - to captain, and made to transport slaves. when he set those slaves free on an island cutler beckett could not find (without knowing where it is), he was branded as a pirate and the wench was set on fire and sunk. jack made a deal with davy jones - 13 years as captain to have her raised from the depths - and he would join davy jones’s crew. to totally rewrite that as, oh, jack got it because some random dude died in a fight with salazar is literally cheapening the established sacrifie he’d made in pre-existing canon.

x. it ignores pre-established canon on the compass and its origins. jack bartered with tia dalma for that compass years ago, it has never, ever been mentioned it does anything beyond finding what the owner wants most in the world, and it’s not even like this is an obscure bit of something from a book. it was literally in dmc. tia dalma physically asks jack about the compass he bartered from her. again, a case of ignoring the canon that came before it without even a cursory wiki check.

x. it fucks with the timeline. pre-dmtnt, cotbp took place in the mid-1740s. now the timeline’s been shifted so much because of this trash heap of a movie, isn’t it supposed to be in the 1750s? but somehow the kid will and elizabeth had is all grown up? but timeline wise it’d have hector having a child while he was cursed? which makes no sense because he was cursed, could not reach orgasm, and most importantly, could not achieve an erection because he had no heart beat. it does nothing at all to check itself against the other canon pieces to make sure it works.

x. it cheapens elizabeth’s sacrifices and independence. so wait. you mean to tell me because lizzie got a little dick from her blacksmith/pirate she’s suddenly going to forget everything she’s lost (her father, her home, james, her former life), forget that she was made pirate king, and become the good little housewife that goes back to corsets and dresses when she has a ship (the empress), and a territory as a pirate lord (singapore). the same elizabeth that learned to use a sword after being kidnapped by cursed pirates. the same elizabeth that got one up on hector barbossa (only the one, though). the same one who made sure jack was sacrificed to the kraken. the same one who stood up to sao feng. the same one who used his belief she was calypso. sure, sharon.

x. everyone lost about fifty iq points to make the female lead seem smart, when the truth is the writers couldn’t write a smart female anyway. carina’s badly written. outside of her not needing to be hector barbossa’s daughter (nah, i don’t count that either, so don’t ask), she’s badly written in a way that makes it obvious they had no idea what they were doing, so they made everyone else stupider to compensate. jack sparrow is not fucking stupid. jack sparrow is wickedly smart. that’s kinda been the point of all the other movies. she could have been an interesting character, but it also pushes forth inaccurate tropes that aren’t historically sound. women were teaching university at this point. so...there’s that plot point as bullshit. the first female professor of anatomy (which was the first female professor period) was in the 1730s in what would become Germany (Germany was not a unified nation at this point, it was several nation states ruled by several princes and also a good portion of it was part of the austria-hungary empire). don’t fuck with me disney, i got historical sources.

x. it makes everyone an exaggeration of surface qualities when it comes to pre-established characters. gibbs is literally the only one that’s not wildly ooc. that’s it. jack is not stupid. he has a drinking problem - literally all of them do, welcome to the 18th century - but he knows his limits and he’s not really stupid enough to pass them. hector barbossa, the man who sailed an entire ship and crew over a waterfall at the end of the world and laughed on the way down would n e v e r be content to have a fleet of ships that cannot be attacked. his vanity is not in his clothing or his looks. that much gold on a ship is fucking stupid, it would make it capsizable. these are not stupid men. and yet according to dmtnt they sure are.

x. will’s job is not a curse. it’s a duty. as long as he’s doing the duty, he should not be all barnacally. the reason davy jones was squiddy is because he didn’t do the fucking job. shit, even the lego games got this shit right, how did the movie fuck up so badly? the “curse” is the squiddy-ness in the attempt to encourage jones back to his job. will in this movie was bullshit all the way around, his characterization was so fucking bad. and we’ve got the ending scene of awe where he was decidedly not fishy after ten years, so. shrug emoji. also, if all the “””curses””” of the sea were broken, will would have dropped dead, y’all. his heart. it’s in a chest. that’s not the one he’s attached to. think about it.

x. the guillotine was not even a thing until 1789, where it was used in the french revolution. do you know what the french revolution was not? georgian era. this is early industrial revolution era. no, these are not mix and match. and potc is clearly end of the golden age of piracy. you know when that was? early dates are 1730s. it finally really started to sputter completely around 1750. fuck you, disney, this is what i’ve dedicated my life to studying.

x. and lastly, it just ignores fourteen years of pre-established canon. i’m not tossing out 20 books and four other films for a movie that can’t even agree with itself (the magic in this movie makes no goddamn sense, when at least it did in the other four), much less everything that made it even possible. if you do, great. but understand i’m gonna want to do an au where it doesn’t exist, so it’s going to require plotting.

this isn’t everything, and it got saltier than i intended, but again: not slamming anyone, but this is my stance on it. the 20+ books and first four films are all i’ll consider canon, considering the newest film ignores all of it. if they had called it a reboot, i’d have no issue with it (beyond terrible writing) but as it stands...i just can’t. hector barbossa is important to me as a character, and it speaks volumes that after geoffrey rush has said he’ll keep coming back to hector as long as he stays believable and interesting, and has now said he’s done. because he had a huge part in shaping hector from the beginning, which is fantastically lacking in dmtnt. even in the bts pics they all look miserable, when the ones before are actually kind of fun to go through, because it’s obvious they were having a blast. so, now you know, there are most of my issues, even though it’s been said before, but i think this time i’ve covered it in greater detail. again, this does not mean i won’t rp with characters from it, but we’re going to have to have a sit down and plot session to make things work.

#cw salt #// lots of salt #; { raised in flames and aged in rust ; mun #; { leave your prison chains on the wall : ooc #// i've ranted before but #// hopefully this makes sense

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Q: If the [Twilight Saga] story continues, what would fans like to happen?

by almooreuk » (Sun Feb 19 2017 08:33:31) http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1673434/board/flat/266152251 I would love more books and movies exploring Jacob and Renesmee story. I would love the story to be from Renesmee point of view, exploring her going to high school or college, getting married to Jacob and them having children with special gifts. I would also like Leah and Seth to both find love and a happy ending. I would like Fred to find the Cullens and join their coven living a vegetarian lifestyle. I think Benjamin and Tia would join the Cullens Coven as they would not have to remain hidden. They would also become vegetarians of course. With Benjamin and Fred in their coven, the Cullens would be an unstoppable force in the vampire world. The Volturi would try and kill the Cullens once more as they are worried they will become the new leaders of the vampire world. This time the Cullens and wolf pack would kill the Volturi once and for all and take over running the vampire world. Of course, only Stephanie Meyer will decide if the story will continue and how the story will end. However, I would just love to know what the fans would like to see happen next.

I found this posted on the IMDb.com Breaking Dawn II message board, and just as I was posting my reply, the IMDb boards were taken down. Here is that reply should almooreuk happen across this blog post:

Renesmee was created for the sole purpose of continuing the story. So there may be a new book series for R & J at some point in the future. [shrug] My theories/ideas: I think the Volturi will learn that Renesmee is pregnant, and their fears of what a human/vampire hybrid and a shapeshifter/wolf might spawn will bring them out to end the Cullens once and for all. Perhaps Seth will imprint on Naul's youngest sister, when she comes to help the Cullens fight the Volturi. (Whether or not she can conceive will depend on SM's story rules. I've decided that female hybrids should not be able to conceive forever. There should be a time limit on that ability, just as with human women.) I'd like Fred to join the Cullens. I'd also like for Mele to join them as well. Perhaps she and Fred will fall in love. Haven't decided Leah's fate yet. http://twilightsaga.wikia.com/wiki/Mele

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Soukyuu no Fafner, Maya & Canon, "Summer Afternoon"

On a hot summer day, Maya and Canon end up going for a swim. Mild R-15 for boobs. Here’s your kinda CanMay, @judette-mathis now get back to that wiki work :D Author is Elmina

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Rakuen was empty at this hour in the afternoon, and Maya was cleaning the tables while Kazuki was working in the kitchen. It was very likely that it would get busier again later, so they had to prepare. Mizoguchi had been around earlier, but he had gone out to take a delivery some time ago, and Maya was almost wondering what was taking him so long.

Right then there was a sound from the door, and she turned to look, only to find that it wasn't Mizoguchi. "Ah... welcome! Oh, it's you, Canon. How are you today?"

"Hot," came the reply. Canon held the door for Chocolat then slumped in the nearest chair and took a deep breath. "The heat is infernal today, I swear. I should have stayed in Alvis." The dog curled up by her feet, obviously sharing the sentiment.

"I think it's better that you didn't," Maya told her as she headed towards the kitchen area. "With an attitude like that, you're starting to sound like Minashiro." Kazuki behind the counter snorted, and Maya nodded towards him. "See, even Kazuki agrees."

"That does sound like something Soushi would say," Kazuki replied, and Canon looked away from the two.

Maya snickered to herself while she prepared a drink for Canon, guessing she wasn’t impressed to hear them say that, considering Soushi was assumed to be one of the worst work-a-holics around. Canon had at some point commented that Soushi didn't work that much in her opinion, but not like Maya was a good judge of that considering what she sometimes did herself. Whichever the case, she put together some soda and a few pieces of ice and headed to where Canon was sitting. "Here."

"What's this?" Canon asked as Maya put the drink on the table. "I didn't order anything yet."

"On me! Just drink it, looks like you need it. Oh, and as for you," she said, looking down at the dog by Canon's feet. She went back to the kitchen for a moment to fetch a bowl of water then returned to Canon's table and put it down next to Chocolat, who was very thankful for it and licked her hand as a thanks. "Poor thing, the heat must really bother you."

Canon took a sip from her drink. "I should take her for a swim. Really should have brought a swimsuit, but I came here straight from Alvis and I didn't exactly think of this stuff in the morning."

"But I did," Maya said with a smile. "Since I did bring one! Want to borrow it?"

"Oh, but I couldn't," Canon argued, holding up her hand. "Does it even fit?" She added, slightly embarrassed.

Maya gave her an enthusiastic nod. "Just a generic one, it should do! I would totally go for a swim myself, but looks like I'm stuck here for now. Mr. Mizoguchi went out and is taking his time."

"You two can go," Kazuki interrupted. "Mr. Mizoguchi should be back soon, and nothing major is going to happen for an hour or two anyway. I can handle things here just fine for now."

"But-" Canon protested.

"Say, Toumi," Kazuki continued, ignoring Canon’s resistance. "Don't you have that frilly bikini somewhere upstairs?" Maya's face gained a pink hue at the mention of the garment, but Kazuki didn't obviously notice. "The one you bought last month but then..." He looked thoughtful. "What was the problem with it again? You thought that Dr. Toumi would tell you it's too revealing or something?"

That was as far as he got as Maya glared death at him, and he went quiet and looked confused. Canon looked at Kazuki then at Maya and narrowed her eyes. "What kind of bikini?" She inquired curiously, and Maya turned to look at her.

"That... was not it," she muttered. "It's just the wrong size, that's all! And then I forgot about it anyway. Stop making things up, Kazuki!" Kazuki put on his most innocent smile and returned to his chores, and Maya rolled her eyes. "I swear that was not the case," she told Canon. "Like mom would say anything. My sister might, but you know how she is. Besides, I totally did forget about the whole thing."

"But we could both go for a swim if you have a bikini around," Canon pondered. "Besides, if it's the wrong size for you, it might fit me."

Maya looked at Canon. "It just might," she said, a bit of smirk creeping to her face. "Oh yeah, it indeed should fit you. Come on, let's go upstairs so you can try it on!"

At that point Canon caught onto the fact that there might have been some truth to Kazuki's words. "Wait, maybe if I-" Unfortunately it was too late for her as Maya was already dragging her up by the arm and towards the stairs. She barely had time to put down her half-finished drink and avoid stepping on Chocolat, who ignored them and just enjoyed her water under the table.

Once upstairs, Maya went for a cabinet where they kept some of the employees' things and dug out a bag. "Here it is. Come over here and try it!" She pulled out a white bikini with green decorative frills on the upper rim. "See, brand new, it even has tags on. Should be a good fit, while it was..." She trailed off for a second and smiled. "Slightly too big for me, but knowing your size..."

"You know," Canon said, eyeing the bikini dubiously. "Doesn't it look a little...?"

"Depends on who you ask," Maya said with a shrug. "Yumiko would’ve probably teased me about it, but I can just give it to you and nobody's going to say a thing. You have the perfect body for something like this! Go on, put it on. I want to see how it looks!"

Canon obviously had by now figured out that Maya wasn't letting her talk herself out of this one. "Ah... All right then."

"Then we can go for a swim. I'll just get my swimsuit, it's right over there." Maya went to the side to pick up her bag and pulled out a basic red swimsuit. "There should be some towels here too, let me go get them." She went to another room to look for them, leaving Canon to stare at the bikini. There were indeed towels in a closet in the other room, and Maya picked up a few then returned to Canon and started getting changed.

One swimsuit later, Maya put her clothes minus underwear back on and turned to face Canon, who was also near done getting changed. "Ready yet? Need help?"

"These straps need adjusting," Canon complained. "They're too tight."

"Let me see." Maya circled around to her back and loosened one strap a little. She moved her hand down over Canon's shoulder to her breast and pulled the bikini piece to the side a little to position it better. "This good?" Canon mumbled something under her breath, and she took that as a yes and did the same with the other side. "The tag is still back here," she then pointed out and worked for a moment to remove it. "There! Well, how is it?"

There was no reply at first, then Canon cleared her throat. "It is a little on the revealing side, eh?" She asked, turning around. "What were you thinking when you bought this? I didn't think you were the type to wear something like this."

"I wonder." Maya's eyes scanned Canon up and down, and she grinned. "But it's yours now, and it seriously fits you so perfectly that I might just as well have been thinking about you when I decided to get it." Canon went red on her face at the comment, but Maya didn't care. The bikini looked marvelous on Canon, even though Maya had to admit it was rather on the sexy side, not that she minded now that Canon was wearing it.

A moment of silence later Canon decided it was enough staring, and she pulled her shorts and shirt back on. "Well, let's go for that swim then, eh?" She said in a determined tone of voice. She headed for the stairs, and Maya picked up the towels and her bag and followed.

"We're going!" she called to Kazuki, who was cleaning something in the kitchen. She quickly put on the shoes she had left at the foot of the stairs earlier. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

"I told you it's fine," Kazuki replied. "Enjoy yourselves!"

Canon muttered something as well, walked over to the table where she had been sitting earlier and finished her drink in one go, then took Chocolat with her and escaped outside.

"Did I remember to take any sunscreen?" Maya wondered as she made her way outside as well and stopped. "Whoa, it sure is hot here," she commented to Canon. "So where do you want to go? We can go all the way to the seashore if you want, but..."

"Anywhere is fine. There's a beach right there, eh?" Canon looked towards the sea. "The seashore is so much nicer, but I don't think I want to walk all over there right now."

Since Maya had to agree with that, she nodded and headed down the road. Chocolat was jumping around the two of them, clearly sensing that something good was happening, though she was quick to stay in the shade once they were on the beach. Maya put her bag down near the dog and went through her things. "Ah, here it is," she claimed victoriously. "It's waterproof, too. Come here, Canon! Better not get ourselves burned."

"We're not exactly sunbathing here are we," Canon said, but she walked over anyway and kicked off her shoes. Maybe they weren't planning on lying around on the beach, but it was obviously better not to risk it. "But fine. Help me out, then?" She took her shirt off and turned her back to Maya, who grinned and spread some sunscreen on her.

Once done, Maya offered the sunscreen bottle to Canon and stripped down to the swimsuit. She waited until Canon handed the bottle back then quickly applied some sunscreen on herself. "There is one good side about this beach," she said. "When we're done, we can just hop over to Rakuen for a proper wash. The seaside shower does only so much."

Canon nodded a little. "Well, that is handy at least," she agreed.

"Need more of this?" Maya asked, holding up the sunscreen. "Might want to put on the parts that aren't covered by the bikini."

She wasn't sure if what Canon mumbled at her as an answer was, "I'll kill you," or "Should probably," but nevertheless, Canon took off her shorts, took the offered bottle again and applied some of its contents on her skin.

Looking at her here in bright daylight, Maya was starting to be convinced that whatever she had been thinking when getting this particular bikini had indeed been Canon. The mix of white and green on the bikini was fashionable, it was exactly the kind of combination that fit Canon, and the garment enchanted her curves. All in all it was such a perfect fit, just like Maya had claimed earlier.

"What are you staring at?" Canon bluntly asked, noticing Maya's eyes on her.

"The sexiest girl on the island," Maya cheerfully replied. Canon looked like she wasn't sure if she was embarrassed or if she wanted to throw the sunscreen bottle at Maya, but Maya just made a mental note to compliment her friends more. It was the truth, after all, and it appeared Canon needed to hear it more often.

Canon eventually decided to hand over the bottle. "Thanks?" She said in a bit of a hushed tone, then turned to look at the water. "Well," she said in a stronger tone of voice. "The water's waiting. I can't take this heat much longer anyway." Chocolat, who was still hiding from the sun, was totally in agreement.

"Yeah, let's," Maya answered. She tossed the sunscreen on top of her other things and headed for the water. "You too, Chocolat! You're the reason Canon wanted to go swim in the first place!"

"Come on out of there," Canon joined in. She walked up to where Maya was and turned to look at the dog. "We're going swimming!" Chocolat looked a bit suspicious but soon forgot about everything and dashed to where the girls were. "There you go. Go on, run around all you want!" Canon took a few steps into the water and splashed a bit in Chocolat's direction.

Even the water seemed to be on the warm side, Maya noted, but it was definitely not as hot as the air. She made it to knee deep and stopped for a moment to watch Chocolat hop around her and then dash back past Canon. She then continued further until it was deep enough to just flop backwards into the water and float along for a bit. Or leer at Canon playing with Chocolat, as Maya soon caught herself doing instead of just enjoying the water.

Canon had her back turned to Maya as she watched Chocolat bounce to the shore to escape the waves. She laughed at her antics, not paying any attention to where Maya had gone, and Maya turned around and swum towards the shore. She then got up to her feet and sneaked up behind Canon, who was still completely distracted by the dog, all up until it was too late.

"Got you!" There was a splash as Maya caught Canon by the waist and dragged her down with her. Canon yelped, but it was too late for her to resist. While the water was shallow where they currently where, they both ended up sitting on the sea bottom. Chocolat hopped closer, but didn't seem to think anything was horribly wrong.

A moment passed, then they both burst out laughing. "Damn you," Canon attempted to sound threatening but completely failed and just ended up giggling. "I'll get you for that!" She splashed water in Maya's direction and attempted to get up, but fumbled and fell onto Maya, who failed to catch her. They went back into the water with in a splash, and Chocolat instantly swum over to check up on them.

"Silly dog, we're fine," Canon snickered at her when they got their heads up from the water and managed to sit up again. "It was just payback. And there's more to come!"

"Oh, but you'll have to catch me first." Maya grinned at Canon. She hopped on her feet and took off towards the open sea, leaving Canon sitting for the moment before she caught on.

Maya might have gotten a bit of a head start, but Canon was quick on her moves. "I will get you!" She called with a laugh and swiftly dove in and swum towards Maya. Maya managed to dive just when Canon was about to reach her, but that didn't save her for long as the moment she got up to the surface, Canon was next to her. "Take this!" Canon got a hold of her then promptly slipped, fell on Maya again, and they both ended up in the sea once again.

Somewhere towards the shore, Chocolat barked at them just to see if they were going to react, and as both girls resurfaced, gasping from air in between laughter, she just hopped around a little and wagged her tail. She knew everything was fine, but she still liked to keep a check on them just to make sure.

"Had enough with your revenge?" Maya asked after she managed to get enough air in her lungs again - and to stop laughing, which seemed to be half the problem here.

"Maybe," Canon replied with a smirk. "I do like the catching you part of this game though, it gives me a clear goal."

Maya tilted her head a little. "A goal," she mused. "What if my goal was to get that bikini top off?" Canon stared at her for a second then took a careful step back, not sure if Maya was serious or not. "Just kidding!" Maya quickly added. "I wouldn't do it here where just about anyone could see us. Now if we were over at the seashore, just the two of us, that would be a different matter..."

"Pervert." Canon stated it like a fact, though she seemed amused at the thought. "That wouldn't be very fair though, then you'd have to be wearing a bikini too..."

"Oh," Maya retorted. "So you'd be interested in that kind of game?"

Canon gave her a meaningful leer. "Maybe," she answered with a slight shrug. "If it was just the two of us." She looked away, appearing slightly embarrassed. "But this is in public, isn't it enough that I'm wearing something like this? This is just..." She attempted to fix the position of the top a little, with not much success.

"But it does look amazing on you," Maya told her. "So no harm wearing it, right?" She smiled and leaned back into the water, letting herself float for a bit. "I can't make something like that look sexy," she idly admitted. "Needs to be another type of bikini, probably, if I ever learned anything from Yumiko's fashion rants."

"That's not true," Canon said, looking at her. "You look good in a bikini, too. You used to have that red one, with the bit of skirt and stuff that looked really great on you."

"Oh come on," Maya said with a bit of a laugh. "That was, what, last year! I think that particular bikini is too small for me now, and seriously I haven't worn that for a good while since I usually go for the practical approach." She stood up and smiled at Canon. "I'm surprised you remember something like that."

Canon looked at her thoughtfully. "Ah... Well, it just might be too small." She smirked a little, blatantly staring at Maya's chest. "It's a wonder what one year can do, huh? Are you absolutely sure the one I’m wearing wouldn't have been just fine...?"

"And here I thought I'm the pervert," Maya said with a grin. "But you know?" She then added. "We need to arrange some proper beach time sometime soon, and then I can wear a bikini too! We should really try and enjoy the summer while we can. Spend some time on the beach, and maybe get a watermelon too for the complete experience."

That was something Canon was quick to agree to. "Definitely," she replied, easing herself into the water and floating next to Maya. "Maybe sometime during the weekend? Just need to make sure we're not stuck working. I've been studying a lot lately, and you... Well."

Maya raised her head from the water. "Wait, am I getting the you-work-too-much lecture from you of all people now?" She asked with a laugh. She reached to her side and dragged Canon up from the water. "Okay, we're going now. First we're washing this stuff off and then seeing if we can go take a bath in Rakuen. And then I'm giving you a shoulder massage. You're obviously stressed."

"Wait, what does that have to do with-" Canon objected, but didn't manage to finish her sentence and just rolled her eyes instead. "Stressed, huh..." She muttered as she followed Maya to the shore, and they headed for the simple beach shower located by the building, with Chocolat circling around them. Since she was apparently interested in joining in, Maya turned the thing on, and Canon splashed some water at the dog. She reacted by jumping back and sprinting towards the sea. "Stupid!" Canon called after her with a laugh.

Amused at the sight, Maya watched her hop around for a bit before she entered the shower. "Aww, I was expecting this to be colder," she then complained. "Ah well. Here." She directed some water towards Canon's head. "Better get that salt water off."

"Same goes for you," Canon retorted. She drew Maya closer and washed her friend's hair. "You're totally right about the temperature though, because a little colder water would have been heavenly." She glanced towards the beach. "And you're getting back here, Chocolat! You need a wash too!" The dog looked at them, standing near the sea, but didn't make a move. "...Or do whatever you want," Canon muttered under her breath and stuck her own head under the water flow.

"Looks like it's just the two of us, unless you want to go drag her here," Maya observed, and Canon shrugged and shook her head. "Kind of warm or not, this is nice."

Canon nodded at that. "Sure is." She closed her eyes and relaxed a little, and Maya made sure they both washed off the salt from the seawater. The air around them was slightly more tolerable like this, at least.

She then caught something from the corner of her eye and took a look to the side to confirm. Mizoguchi had finally returned to Rakuen - or rather, to the vicinity of it, seeing he was standing by the stairs and looking at the girls. Maya caught Canon's attention and nodded her head towards the road.

"What...?" Canon started, then noticed what Maya was pointing out. "Hey, old lecher, what are you up to?"

Mizoguchi grinned at the girls. "Ah, to be young," he called to them.

"Oh, you have no idea," Maya hissed at him. "You also have about half a minute to get to Rakuen and set us up a bath, before you find yourself taking a little swim in the ocean."

"Ouch, Missy," he replied defensively. "No harm done! Here I thought I should go get Kazuki or something, surely he would appreciate the sight more than an old-"

That was about as far as he got as Maya dashed out of the shower and towards where he was standing, and he took a few steps back then hastily retreated towards Rakuen. Maya gave chase, and Chocolat gleefully joined in on running after Mizoguchi. Somewhere behind her, Maya could see Canon laughing as she turned the shower off and went to get their towels.

Maya wasn't so sure what Kazuki would have thought about seeing her and Canon in the shower, but Kazuki was about to get something else to see, once she just caught up to the old pervert.

End. ——————- Author’s notes: Took forever again. I’m just slow af at writing. Written to bribe Nyah to work on the episodes on Alvis Wiki. Prompt was hers anyway, that being “Canon and Maya playing in water” which got long and ranty because things.

#soukyuu no fafner #fanfic

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5hfanfiction · 8 years ago

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R is for Revenge - Chapter 10

A/N: Here’s Chapter 10 guys! you can also find this at https://www.wattpad.com/story/88012466-r-is-for-revenge-camren my other works are there too! happy reading!

CAMILA

You know that feeling when millions over millions of butterflies seem to have a liking in your stomach so much that they erupted, the minute you fall in love? Even if it’s too early to say that, I’m actually in the crazy state; the state which you cannot define by mere words but only by expressions.

Lauren pulled away slowly, nibbling my bottom lip with her teeth. I looked up to meet her gaze.

Her pupils are blown, and her irises are in the deep shade of green.

Her once sparkling emerald eyes are replaced by almost black color; much like the night sky.

We’re both panting and trying to catch our breaths but not really looking away. After moments of admiring each other, I finally found my voice again.

“Lauren.” I started, blush creeping up to my whole face.

“Yes?” she breathed out, her face completely engrossed in confusion and fear. I took her hands and wrapped mine between her fingers to calm her overthinking mind.

“That was way past due,” I chuckled slightly to which she laughed a little as well.

“Does this mean anything?”

“It means everything to me,” I grinned broadly. “I don’t know if you feel the same way.”

“It means the world to me too, Camz,” Lauren stepped closer and hugged me tight once again. “I don’t know what to say though, it’s just I’m so lucky. Wow, that was… I can’t even bring a word out to explain my feelings. It’s like- like a whirlwind. I just, wow. I’ve always wanted to kiss you, you know.”

“Just to kiss me?” I scoffed playfully, pulling back from the hug ever slightly to raise an eyebrow at her.

“What?” Lauren almost shouted in response. I struggled to keep a straight face at the sight of her mortified look. “No! Of course not! It’s more than that, Camz. I don’t want you to think that- “

“Who’s stopping you?” I smirked devilishly.

The Latina threw her head back in pure amusement then leaned slightly back again just so our foreheads would rest on each other. I can hear the steady beat of her heart, and her erratic breathing against my lips.

I stood on my tiptoes to brush my lips on hers. Slowly and sensually, and not even wanting to let go. Our lips swayed to the rhythm of our hearts, and we both smiled at the feeling of being this intimate with each other.

When we pulled away for the second time, Lauren held my hand and kissed the back of it.

“Camila,” the green eyed beauty breathed out. “Would you please go out on a date with me?”

I raised my eyebrows at her and smiled a rather painful face-eating grin. “Now?”

“Are you tired?” She smiled. “If you are, we can go tomorrow, or another time.”

“Although, with you and me in the car for another 9 hours isn’t really that bad for a date.” Lauren laughed and filled the spaces between my fingers with hers. “But, I want our first one to be special.”

“Dang it, I’m so lucky,” I chuckled. “But we’re not going home tomorrow, if that’s what you think.”

“We’re not?” She asked, surprised.

“No,” I replied. “Dinah called to inform me that there are no Monday classes in the morning. The faculty will be attending a seminar.”

“Woah, another day in Sydney!” Lauren jumped excitedly. “Let’s go out tomorrow.”

“Is that a request or an order?” I asked playfully.

“Depends on how you want to take it,” she replied comically.

“Okay, let’s go tomorrow.” I nodded at her.

“Please let me pay this time, Camila,” she told me seriously. “I asked you out, I will handle everything, okay?”

“Lauren- “

“Nope,” she cut me off with a chaste kiss. “My treat, Cabello.”

I shrugged at her, hiding my face in the crook of her neck to prevent her from seeing me in a flushed state. “Whatever you want, Jauregui.”

Lauren started rocking me from side to side. Her arms circled my shoulders; mine hugged her torso tight. Her chin stayed on top of my head. I hummed softly and closed my eyes to prolong the moment.

We stayed in the position for a long time before crawling back to our beds.

“Lo,” I whispered. Lauren is already situated in the covers comfortably. I can’t see if she’s awake or asleep already.

“Yes Camz?”

“Can you, uhmm- I can’t really sleep after what happened you know.” I chuckled nervously before swallowing. “Can you at least stay with me?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” I saw her pearly white teeth in the dark as she flashed a tired grin towards me. She stood up and plopped on the right side of my bed. I scooted a little further to my left to give her space but she grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer.

“Can I at least hold you?” Lauren asked hopefully.

I smiled at her words. “You don’t need to ask, Lo.” I chuckled softly.

“I’m just, I don’t want to mess up,” she admitted. “I want us to happen, Camz, and I want you to know that I respect your boundaries. I don’t want to do something that you’re not comfortable with, or you don’t want to do.”

“It’s okay, Lo.” I replied. “I like you, and I want to be with you. I want us to happen as much as you, too. I guess, I’ll try to explain now, yeah?” Lauren moved to face me, her head propped up by her right elbow. She moved a few strands of hair from my face hesitantly.

“You left me like a mess a while ago with your words,” I laughed. “I was so dumb struck, I didn’t know what to say. I’m so sorry.”

“I like you, Lauren. Don’t doubt that. Ever since I saw you, my heart told me that, despite my mind telling me otherwise. We love with our heart, right? Not with our head.” I sighed and stared at the ceiling above us. “I’m just- it’s just, my life has been a secret. And not just the typical I’m-an-introvert kind of secret but, it’s huge. Like, major huge. I’m no ordinary person. I’m not dangerous per se, but my life can be a little messed up. I don’t know how to explain it, because it’s the first time that I’ll be doing it.”

This caught Lauren off-guard. I knew it.

“Camila, to be honest, I’m kind of scared of what you’re telling me,” she spoke sternly. “But I respect whatever you want to tell me, or you don’t want to tell me, because as I’ve probably said about a thousand times already, I don’t want to force you.”

“But Lauren, if we date,” to this, I saw her lips tug upwards into the slightest smirk, “does it kind of bothers you that you don’t know anything about me? So, yes. Even if it’s the information I swore I intended to keep for the rest of my stay here, I’m willing to break down walls for you,” I reached up to caress her cheek and her eyes closed at the instant. Lauren let out a sigh.

“Please, listen and please try to understand me. If you think it’s hard for you, it’s- it’s harder for me knowing I could lose you by this,” I said. “I hope not. I don’t want to lose you now that I have you. I want to keep it that way, if you don’t mind.” I chuckled a bit, trying to dissipate the tension forming around us.

Lauren opened her electric-green eyes and nodded at me softly, signaling me to continue. I inhaled deeply to prepare myself in revealing the part of me I hid from all those years. In the calmest, and sternest voice I can make, I slowly opened my mouth to speak.

“I’m Karla Camila Cabello Estrabao and I’m Forbes’ youngest billionaire.”

LAUREN

A/N:

Here’s a sneak peak of Lauren’s POV! Say hi guys lol

The silence was deafening.

No, Camila was still talking, but after the first line, I stopped listening. Or hearing. My mind can only handle a few, and that alone was too much.

My vision blurred for a split second, then focused at her again. Her lips are moving, and her whole body was too, but I was too shocked to move a centimeter from my current position.

“Lauren!” I heard Camila shout a little, concern written across her face.

“Uh,” was the only word that came out of my mouth. It wasn’t even a word.

“Camz, I’m sorry. Uhm,” I stuttered. The color from Camila’s face drained, and I know it even if we’re in a poorly lit place. “Could you repeat that? I mean, wait.” I rambled again. “Just wait, can you give me a minute? I- I… My mind was nowhere after the b-word.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t remember saying ‘bitch’.”

Dork. I thought. Even in serious moments, Camila’s goofy side still emerges. Of course, she’s not aware of it, and that’s what makes it even funnier.

“N-No, Camz,” I smiled a little, not wanting to offend her. “The ‘billionaire’ word.”

“Oh,” She replied with her mouth in a perfect shape of the letter ‘O’. Camila subconsciously bit her lip after adding a messy “Okay,” from her first statement.

Silence engulfed us again.

“Is that even real?” I mumbled lowly.

I still can’t believe it. I mean, I know she’s rich, given the fact that she had that car for a present which kind of gives away everything, but hell I didn’t know she’s that rich. She dresses normally in all occasions, and she never put up a show ever. She was shy and not much of a talker when we first met, and I didn’t suspect anything about her being a CEO of a worldwide companies.

Oh.

So that explained her furiousness talking to someone in the phone yester-night at my house. I think I remember her talking about a shipment and a lawyer, but I dared not to ask, because who am I to overstep the barrier she formed around her?

But also, I’m slightly overwhelmed that she told me. I, who only knew her for a few weeks, had the chance to know the real her, and for me that’s saying something.

She sighed and nodded. “Yeah. I’m a Cabello-Estrabao and yes, I’m that b-word. I own chains of companies from whole America and beyond. I don’t blame you for reacting that much. See, I never told anybody about me, except Dinah, because, well, that kind of reaction usually happens. I even have my social media accounts altered and my Wiki page banned in Australia.” Camila smiled warmly at me. “I don’t want anybody treating me differently because of my…” She trailed off, trying to find the right word. “Background.”

“People often take advantage of me and my- my money, and it’s not that, you know, I thought about that when I met you and Mani, I’m just,” she sighed heavily. “I’m just afraid. I have trust issues.”

I took Camila’s hand between mine and rubbed circles on its back to calm her.

“I don’t mind, Camz. You know that right? If you don’t then, right now you do.” I replied softly, looking straight in her eyes. “I completely understand, but I’m just a little confused.”

“What part are you confused about?” Camila asked me, squeezing my hand gently. “Ask me, so I can answer you. And, I promise, I’ll try to be honest.”

“What caused the trust issue and why Australia?”

Camila chuckled softly. “The trust issues are my inheritance,” I thought she was joking and I prepared to laugh sarcastically, but I abruptly stopped because her expression is dead serious. I cleared my throat instead. “Inheritance?”

“Being a part of one of the most powerful family kind of gives the idea,” Camila replied. “We have enemies everywhere, and even our closest friends can betray us. When I was little, my father used to tell me that the golden rule in creating a business empire successfully is to trust no one and everyone.”

“It’s kind of confusing but, in the simplest sense, it just means that we don’t trust people at all. Whoever they may be,” she explained simply as if it’s enough to clear everything. But of course, I don’t have any idea about what she’s talking about at all. “The latter means that we trust with evidence, with proof, and not with subjective judgment.”

I nodded, finally understanding her fear.

“As for Australia,” she shifted a little to change her position. We’re now facing each other. “One, because this is one of the only countries that our company has no branch whatsoever. I need to get my mind out of the business, and I’m here solely for educational purposes only. I want my diploma, even if I’ve already learned everything I need to know. I’m not abandoning my empire contrary to popular belief.” Camila firmly stated, her head held up high. “If it means something, then two, because Dinah’s here, and even if I can’t stand alone to be with her in the same room, I fucking love that woman,” Camila laughed wholeheartedly and it’s difficult not to laugh with her, so I did.

“I’m upgrading myself for my company’s betterment. I’m only nineteen, and I have a long way to go. I want to give my company and my employees a great CEO. Someone who knows what she’s doing even if she’s still young,” Camila added on a more serious tone, and I couldn’t be prouder of her dreams for her father��s company.

She’s skinning herself to let me in; to let me understand her. She’s giving me a part of her soul already, and this is such a brave act.

I can’t take it any longer. I closed the gap between us and embraced her petite body in a hug. I inhaled her sweet smell and smiled. I could get used to this.

“You just made me like you even more,” I mumbled in her hair.

She’s sitting on my cross-legged lap, and her face is buried in my neck. I felt her lips tug into a smile and kissed my neck softly. It made my stomach churn so bad, and my breath got caught in my throat.

Camila sensed my embarrassment, and she laughed softly against my skin. God, I love that laugh.

“Let’s go to bed, baby,” I murmured on the process of laying down. “Thank you for sharing that part of you to me, Camz. It means so much to me, you have no idea. You’re so special to me and I want you to try to put your trust in me, because I know I can’t promise that I will hurt you intentionally in the future, but just know that I will never ever do something that can upset you. If you think this is a risk, then I’m risking whatever I have just to be with you. I like you, Camila and I want to learn how to love you. I want us to find love, and I can’t wait for that day to happen.”

I kissed the top of her head when she nodded at me softly. Camila tilted her head upwards to reveal her glassy eyes full of unshed tears and that crooked smile which I came to love. I kissed her on the lips, sealing the promise I declared not a while ago with it.

She’s now positioned on top of me; her head on my chest and our legs tangling with each other. My left hands wrapped her securely and we both drifted off.

I woke up to Camila’s gorgeous side profile.

I was laying on my side, my front facing her and she’s on her back. Camila’s hazelnut eyes are hidden from the world, and her breathing is calm.

If I could take a picture of this moment, I would waste all films from my polaroid camera. I’d take different angles just to preserve this goddess’ beauty.

Am I being a creep by just watching her sleep? Maybe, but I don’t care. She’s too beautiful and if I have to live the rest of my life staring at her, I would grab it.

Camila stirred and opened her eyes slowly. I grinned as she tried adjusting to the light which emanated from the windows. She locked eyes with me, and smiled.

“Good morning,” her voice is raspier in the morning, and I’d be lying if I said my heart did not skip a beat when I heard her morning voice. “How long have you been awake?”

I shrugged. “Just a few minutes ago.”

“Were you watching me sleep?” She giggled to which my cheeks burned.

“I- I didn’t mean to,” I groaned. “It’s just, you look so peaceful. And beautiful.”

Camila yawned and stretched for a bit. “I don’t blame you though. I know I’m irresistible,” the Latina stood up, winking at me the process.

I was blushing profusely as I gather myself together. Camila went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and maybe, just take a shower, so I grabbed the opportunity to call Normani. I was telling her last night that I would admit my growing feelings towards Camila. I know my best friend needs an update so I dialed her phone.

Normani answered grumpily not a few rings after.

“Mani,” I spoke through the phone, chewing on my nails.

“Why the hell are you calling me this hour of the day?!” Normani grumbled.

“I need to tell you something important.” I inhaled sharply. “Camila and I kissed last night!” I whisper shouted, but my brows knitted at a sudden loud crash. “Oh my gosh Mani?”

“Lauren Michelle! Oh my gosh! Oh. My. Gosh! Laurenza! Go get your girl!” My best friend shouted.

I cringed at the loudness of her voice but I was happy that she’s as ecstatic as I am. “Sorry bout that, I was so surprised I fell off the bed,” she chuckled a bit. “But wow! I am so happy and proud of you, Laur!”

I laughed at my best friend. She has the right to be as excited as I am. I put her through a lot of shit dealing with me over the last few months because of Lucy. “I’m so happy, too Mani. I really really like her.”

“Yeah, and I know you are head over heels over Mila the moment you saw her,” I can hear the smirk forming on Normani’s lips. “Other people wouldn’t notice it, but I am your best friend and I need not to be told twice, girl.”

“I know.” I replied. “Thanks Mani, I really appreciate you. Camz is about to get out of the shower, so I’m going to shower and get dressed as well. We’re going out today.”

“Dang it, girl! You’re so fast!” she laughed hard. “I hope you enjoyed your weekend, Laur! Have fun with Camila and I love you!”

Camila stepped out of the shower. A white fluffy towel wrapped her waist securely and her hair is a dripping mess.

She’s still beautiful though.

“Okay, love you too!” I hung up and tossed my phone to the bedside table. Camila approached me with her brows knitted and her eyes looking at me suspiciously.

“Who was that?” She asked me emotionlessly.

Is that jealousy I’m hearing? I almost laugh at her but I kept it down because I know how serious she can get.

“Who do you think?” I smirked.

“I don’t know, another girl?” Camila rummaged through her bag to find something to wear.

“It was another girl,” I chuckled. I wasn’t lying. Normani is a girl.

“Fine, go make out somewhere I’m not,” Camila huffed just above a whisper and turned her back to me. I can’t handle it anymore so I burst out laughing, and Camila whipped her head to glare at me.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” the jealous Latina crossed her arms and shifted her weight onto her left foot.

I stepped closer to her. Camila’s back is against my front, and wrapped my hands around her waist. I nuzzled my face on the side of her neck and kissed it softly. Her head immediately dropped to the other side, giving me more access to her neck.

“I’m sorry, babe,” I mumbled against her skin. I felt goosebumps on her flesh so I kissed her neck again. “It was a girl but it was Normani.”

I heard her let out a sigh of relief and I moved my mouth to trail kisses up to her jawline. Camila turned around and kissed me on my lips.

“You’re such a turn on when you’re jealous,” I mumbled on her lips.

“I’m not jealous,” Camila countered as she took my bottom lip between her teeth and ran her tongue across it. She pulled away from me slowly, enjoying my frustration at her teasing.

“Whatever you say, babe.” I mock glared at her, and in turn, she glued our foreheads together.

“I love it when you call me that,” she breathes out.

“What? Babe?”

“Yeah.”

I gave her a kiss on her nose, and on her lips quickly. Camila started to deepen our kiss, but I pulled back, grinning at her.

“What?” her voice was a little disoriented.

“Babe,” I dragged the words slowly. “We already wasted 20 minutes. We’re still going out remember?”

Camila smiled at me, kinking her eyebrows. “Why go out, when we can stay in?”

What? My eyes widened at her sudden bold actions. It’s tempting, but I want to start this relationship, whatever this is, with her properly and with respect.

“Nope,” I replied, heading towards the shower. “I’m buying you lunch and dinner and we’re going around Sydney to eat strawberry and banana flavored ice creams whether you like it or not.”

I shut the bathroom door, but Camila’s laughs are still bouncing off the walls. I shook my head, smiling from ear to ear at her voice, and started to get ready.

It was already six in the evening, when Camila and I decided to go back to the hotel room instead of taking dinner outside.

I insisted, but of course, my girl wants her own way and who am I to possibly say no to her cute request, right? She’s so vibrant today, and more outgoing, not like her usual serious self. I guess, it’s probably because she’s a business minded person, but with me Camila is the biggest goof ever.

I’d like to think it’s because of me. I want to be the reason that she’s happy.

“Laureeeeen!” She whined at me. We’re at the front desk of Shangri-La, and she wanted to race with me to our room’s floor using the stairs.

“We’re staying at the 7th floor, not the second, Camz,” I countered tiredly, shaking my head at her.

“But taking the stairs is good for the heart right?” Camila batted her eyelashes at me, poking her little tongue out.

“Nooooo, Camz.”

We toured around Sydney for almost ten hours and you can’t blame me for my exhaustion. Camila, on the other hand, is so energized she might burst. I watched her in amusement as she trudged her way to the elevator. I followed shortly, jogging my way to her.

“Are you actually mad at me?” I chuckled. Camila has her arms crossed in front of her chest, and her bottom lip is slightly poking outward into the cutest pout.

See? Dork at it’s finest. The elevator abruptly stopped, indicating that we’ve arrived at our floor. Camila walked out silently, and I followed her inside our room once again. I shut the door behind us and plopped on the bed beside her.

“There’s your side of the room,” Camila scoffed at me, pointing towards the other bed.

I giggled at her, and scooted closer. “It’s our last night at Sydney, and you’re mad at me for not taking the stairs?” I poked her side with my finger, and she squirmed a bit, trying her best not to smile. It was very obvious.

“Come on, cuddle me,” I whined at her and opened my arms. The little dork just turned her body away from me, so as last resort, I tickled her nonstop.

Camila’s laughter rang across the room. She’s squirming so hard that I almost fell off the bed. I straddled her body to keep her from moving.

“Lauren!” Camila squealed. My one hand wrapped her wrists, keeping them above her head, while my other hand continued tickling her. “I give up! I give up!” she managed to breathe out between fits of laughter.

“Are we good?” I asked, grinning. Our faces are merely centimeter from each other and I can see the rapid rising and falling of her chest.

“Compensate,” Camila replied shortly, winking at me. I threw my head back in laughter, and slowly leaned in to capture her lips in a passionate kiss.

I will never get tired of these lips.

Camila sat up straight, and now my legs are around her waist and my fingers are tangled in her hair. She tugged my shirttail and caressed the exposed area on my back. Since, it’s pretty much cold inside our room, I started to shiver at the contact. The younger Cuban noticed this, so she started rubbing her palm against my back to create heat friction.

We continued kissing in an upright position and enjoyed our last night at Sydney.

#UPDATE #series #AU #slash #camren #angst drama #romance fluff #submission #R is for Revenge

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