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[toestalucia]

monthly shop restock means flawed prisms means 5* anre babbbyyyyyyyyyyy (tmrw. cuz i used up my pendants. i maxed them for the week yday. i need distinctions. i forgot about those......

[kwaanie]

"the taste of a kiss"

bff!yang jungwon x fem!bff!reader

wc: 900, fluff & tiny tiny angst, just idiots inlove but theyre too much of an idiot to realize, not proofread

your friendship with jungwon has crossed several lines over the years. i mean youve been friends since you both were in diapers — it was bound to happen, right?

many people have told you before that this wasnt normal ; friends dont pay so much attention to the other ones laugh, friends dont ditch their dates in favor of hanging out with one another, friends dont get jealous of the other hanging out with someone else

and friends especially dont ask to kiss their friends on the lips

"im sorry, what?"

the stunned face jungwon wore brought heat to your cheeks, making you not want to repeat the words youve suddenly uttered. ".. can you kiss me?"

you didnt think it was an unusual request! — after all you had a totally valid reason

"its just so i dont embarrass myself with my future significant other, thats all!" right, totally a valid and very true reason

it isnt like youre trying to find an excuse to kiss your best friend.. totally not

"mhm, yeah no." he concluded, going back to phone while successfully hiding the way his cheeks were turning cherry red

with a small huff, you sat by his side at the couch — practically melting into his side as you clung to his arm like a koala. "wonnie-ah, please? with a cherry on top?"

"you dont need to know how to kiss because you wont be with anyone anytime soon" he replied half-heartedly, trying to cover up the shakiness of his voice

jungwon has practiced the art of deceiving with how its become second nature for him to lie over his true intentions ; like he doesnt want to kiss you, be with you

"okay, rude! didnt need to call me out like that" the banter brought a small chuckle from jungwons lips — slightly easing the tension that has built since the beginning of this conversation

"just indulge me for today, will you? pretty please?" you gave your best puppy eyes. jungwon scoffed as he shook his head lightheartedly, "when have i never indulged you?"

you rolled your eyes with a small smile. "alright you got me! whats adding another favor to the list"

the room went quiet as you watched jungwon ponder over your request — youve never seen him this serious before. sweat was slowly building up at your nape, the hands clutching the sleeves of his sweatshirt suddenly becoming too clammy for your liking.

"i-if you really dont wa-"

"fine, ill do it."

honestly, you really werent expecting him to agree to this at all. "uhh- are you sure? won-ah i was just joking around! .. kind of! you dont have to-"

"but i want to" he replied without a thought. jungwon seemed to realize how eager he mustve sounded and his confidence disappeared in a snap — immediately reverting back to his previous nervous demeanor

too busy keeping his composure, jungwon failed to notice the way the four simple words affected you — your lips have parted from surprise and your heart suddenly skipped a beat

you were brought out of your daze when jungwon held his finger in front of you. "you owe me for this, by the way" the furrow of his brow pulled a small laugh from you as you nodded your head. he seemed satisfied with your response

"so how do we go about thi- oh!" jungwons hands found purchase around your waist as he pulled you even closer to him than before, your hands landing on his shoulders — seeking for something to hold onto

from this view — you could see every little imperfections of his that you adored ; the subtle glow of his skin, and the tinted lips of his youve always daydreamed about — whether or not it was as plump and soft as it looked

today — youll finally find out

jungwon caught your wandering gaze unbeknownst to you. feeling encouraged, one of his hands cupped your cheek as he brought you impossibly closer — tilting your head up to meet his eyes

suddenly, everything felt like it was on slow notion. jungwons hand slowly slid to the back of you head as he leaned further into your space. you can feel his breath lightly grazing your skin — your noses barely an inch away

jungwons hooded eyes were drawn to the plush of your lips, his tongue poking out to wet his own. the simple act was all it took for you to move first to connect yourself together

the feeling of his lips on your own felt surreal. it felt like two puzzle pieces finally becoming one. it was slow, soft, and utterly perfect. like your lips were moulded for one another

it felt like hours before you pulled away. a giggle erupted from you when jungwon followed, already missing your touch — like a moth drawn to a flame. both of you were cherry red after the realization actually hit

youve just kissed your best friend. on the lips. for real

uncertainty filled the room at the question of what now? how will this affect your friendship?

you cleared your throat and uttered the words that broke jungwons heart. he thought maybe he had a chance now — you seemed to have both liked the kiss so maybe- just maybe he ...

"this is just practice? right won-ah? it wont change anything between us"

maybe he didnt have a chance afterall

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[hirik0]

In his shadow part 5

Young Price/Nik

Nik POV

CW: torture, description of injury, near death expirince

Nik is in bad shape like tortured and stuff but Price saves him they kiss but nik wont remembers because he's delirious

Sometimes being unconscious is a blessing. Because then you at least don't feel the pain but Artyorm would not let him have this. Would not let him have a moment of piece. Everyday till XX caught him was worse then the last one. Honestly he knew when he agreed to the deal that he won't survive it and he dont think its because Kate don't want to pull him but more that they won't let her. So even when the first people got suspicious of him and he didn't leaked any information as a safety precautions for a while, he still got caught. He dont even know how painless breathing feels like, but still he didn't tell them anything. They still think he works for the Russian government and he just never disagreed with them. "Nik, c'mon just tell me, so I don't have to ruin your pretty face", Artyorm says only getting a stuborn look as answer. A fist is colliding with his cheek makes his head snap to the side and for some reason he still has fight in him left. "So now I'm pretty again huh, but noy pretty enough to not replace me the second you think I won't return", Nik spats out getting his nose broken for it. Artyorm is leaning in forcefully grapping his hair, pulling some hairs out the force he's using making Nik his in pain. And that is what he thinks pisses them of the most not one's did he scream since his personal hell began nearly 10 days ago. "Is that why your a fucking rat because your jealous?", Artyorm wispers in his ear, rage and disgust coating his voice. "Does your ego need a stroke that desperately?", Nik asks back smug, knowing that Artyorm is getting frustrated with him not breaking. "You got me in a lot of trouble your lucky your dead body is not rotting somewhere never to be found." "I'm not lucky just stuborn." Another punsh and his nose makes a horrible crunching sound and then flood is surging from his now doppel broken nose. Somebody else is entering the warehouse they brought him two days ago. For the first time Nikolai is actually afraid, because Sasha entered the room, what ever time Artyorm was give to break him was up. Sasha looks over him displeased over how uninjured he appears, but Artyorm used brutal force, if he wouldn't wear a shirt you could see the gigantic black bruises all over his torso and back. "Treated your boy toy quiet well Artyorm, what makes Artyorm rip the shirt if Nikolai to show of his work. Sasha is pressing a finger against his rips causing Nik to squirm and hiss in pain. "Just tell us the name of your handler", Sasha says in a bored tone, like he has other places to be and better thinks to do, but his eyes are betraying him showing how exited he his to hurt Nik. To get the information out of him with all means deemed necessary.

Nik still haven't screamed in pain yet. And he has a concerning amount of knifes in his body now. "Tough littel rat aren't you", Sasha hisses angry, before leaving the room, probably to get new weapons. He returns with a bucket. Nik frowns then the shirt that Artyorm ripped of him is placed over his face. The chair is bulled back a bit so it only stands on the back legs. "Remember to breath", is all what Sasha says before purring some of the water in the bucket over Nik coverd face. He starts to cough instantly starting to panic because he can't breath probably. "Who is your handler?" If he never has to hear this question ever again it would still be to early. He will not say anything, he stalled a lot of time as well. Time in that Kate and John would try to find him, he has to hope the two trying to find him when they learn his cover blow. Well Kate would annoy Jonathan in to helping her of duty, but well he also would look. The piece of cloth gets removed from his mouth, he desperately takes several deep breaths, before coughing from the water he breath in, in his panic. Sasha makes a tsk sound before his mouth is again covered. Ever time water gets pured over his face is worse then the last one, but then finally the bucket is empty meaning he might gets a break from this. "You could have been a really valuable member for the cause, you know if you weren't so intressted in being Artyorms play thing. Shame that your just a traitor, somebody that can't understand our goals." "Thats because you never tell anyone what the goals are, can't understand things if they don't get explained properly", Nik coughs the sentence out. "We need a new elite, after the Revolution that replaced the weak monarchy fought so that just as week people can take over. But we we are strong, we can lead this country so much better." "For that you need survive the attempt to over throw the government first. Because if you fail you end up in the siberia to never been seen again." Nik paid a painful price for speaking the truth. Some of the knifes getting rearrange, moving from mainly his legs towards his arms and shoulder. He's still coughing up water every time he makes a sound he ends up having a coughing fit.

Nik dont know how long Sasha left him alone bleeding and coughing. The sun is setting when he returns and he looks angry. One of the knifes is brutaly ripped out of his arm to be just as brutal being ramed in his thight. He screams for the first time in 10 days. Sasha makes a pleased sound at this, before pulling all the knives out for now. Then his hands get cut free from the armrest. Bloddy cuts around his wrist. He gets pushed to the ground before his hands are ones again restrained. "It's very easy everytime I cut you you count them or say the names of your handler, if you take to long we restart at the first cut", Sasha explains giddy, clearly enjoying this. "Understood ", Nik says, he can do this, he just needs to count how hard can it be? Was it not for the bruises he would not have noticed he when got cut. The knife going through his skin like butter. "One", Nik says while the cut is keep going. "Smart one", the other mutters more to himself but Nik will slip up they all do eventually. "Twenty", Nik groans and then his blood frezzes when he hears the two slow. No No he didn't slow down, the cut wasn't even finished yet just like the others. The recuting stinks but how many recurs can he handel, the new cuts not just cutting the surface of his skin, going deeper, will go even deeper the next restart. "One." Tears are slowly gathering in Niks eyes, the pain just to much, he's still able to not sob the number. "Sixteen." "Restart." Nik knows that Sasha in the end can just restart when ever he pleases. "ONE", he screams in pain, the cut getting deeper again. The tears start running down after the 5th cut for this round, he's still not sobbing he will not give this psycho the satifcation of that. He trys not to scream to much, he needs his voice for as long as possible. He starts sobs after they restart after 25 cuts, the worst is he really is considering to just tell them. They sent him into his dead, he don't need to be loyal to them anymore. "One", he sobs and hears a satisfied noice from Sasha. "Twoo.. you're getting off on this aren't you?" It's just two cuts if they restart don't matter this much now. The sound of metal hitting the ground are sounding through the empty room. Then it burns it burns so badly while some sort of powder is put on his back. He screams in agony, wants to crawl forward away from what ever is hitting his back. A brutal grip his stopping him from doing this. Then the buring stops and he leans forward while crying it hurts so bad. He feels how his body try to pull him back into unconsciousness, but then a ice cold liquid is pured over him. "No passing out the only way this stops either you talk or you die, Nikolai", Sasha says while using one of the other knives he pulled out of his victim, that is pathetically shaking in front of him, from being in pain and because he's starting to freeze.

"TEN", Nikolai screams and then suddenly hear screams from outside. Sasha steps away and Nik just falls to the site. Ugly crying from the pain he's feeling. He owns Kate nothing and still he can't betray her. Knowing she's just following orders, Kate cares or atleast pretends like she does. Always telling him to be careful and she hopes they can get him out soon. He won't get out, blood starting to form a puddle that run out of the deep cuts if his back. He's starting to feel tired and he's so cold, what a miserable death. He is losing the feeling of how much time passed, but Sasha is gone for a while now. Each breath is taking more energy, his eye lids are so heavy and he dont think he was ever this tired. He dont even registers the sound of gun shots or how cold he his, his body is shutting down one function after the other.

Price kickst the door open of the last warehouse of the location Nikolai gave them and stops breathing for a moment. A bloody body laying in the middel of the room. And he just knows it's Nikolai. He and Bravo-3 are rushing towards the man, the least they can do is recover his body. Bravo-3 is feeling for a pulse frowning stripping his glove to feel again. "He's still alive", Bravo-3 says after feeling a weak pulse. "Bravo-0 we found the informant he's in critical condition we need a exfile ASAP", Bravo-3 talks in the radio while Price trys to get the Russian to open his eyes. Nik groans when he opens his eyes a tiny little bit. His vision is blurry and he only sees a blob in front of him. "Nik... lai..", the voice sounds like its coming out of a shitty radio he opens his eyes a bit more and the blob is becoming human shaped. "Nikolai", the voice is still strange but also oddly familiar, this must be what ever his brain decides to show him in his last moment. "Mom?", he asks the blob his brain slowly focusing his eye sight. "No, Nikolai, keep your eyes open we get you out of here", the voice says and he struggles to understand it because of a British accent. The human shape is slowly turning in to a man. He vaguely remembering he saw him before, but he dont know where, but if his brain decides to hallucinate a guy before is death he won't complain. "Jonathan?", he mutters in his curent state he has no idea where this name even comes from. "Yes." He trys to say something but he dont make a sound so the man is leaning in closer. If he wasn't on the verge of death he would have registered the warm air hitting his face. "Goodbye", Nikolai wispers before giving a short and weak kiss on the other man's mouth. The world is replaced by darkness.

[sergeant-spoons]

20. Once a Spy

Sutton Flynn-Marshall

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The days ticked on through sunny, breezy May, and as the air became thick with waiting, the soldiers at Aldbourne started to get antsy. Operation Overlord was quickly growing from a speck on the horizon to a skylined certainty, and among Easy Company, there were many who considered a certain CO of theirs to be a glaring hazard. Once incompetent in the field, now dangerous in his ignorance, Captain Sobel clung to his command by every fraying thread. The court-martial business with Dick Winters was just one of many tactics of a man desperate to prove his authority. As a principle, Sutton did not hate people. Her friends knew this; acquaintances were wont to sense it. She didn't hate Sobel, per se—

But she'd certainly come close.

"She's brave, that's for sure," Nixon mused as he strolled down the path from the showers, running his hand through a portion of his still-damp hair, speckling Dick's shoulder with droplets. "You ever think about how brave she is, Dick?"

"She's a spy, she has to be," Dick replied, brushing off his shoulder as if the water would flick away the same as crumbs. "Why do you ask?"

"You didn't see what she did yesterday, did you."

It wasn't the question it was supposed to be, and that caught his attention. He dropped his wrist from checking the time and slowed his pace, wishing to hear the story to its full extent.

"What happened?"

Nix told him all about Sutton's arrival, which he'd already been sorry to miss. Now, he felt ever the worse for it, imagining he could have helped her in some way, at least stood by her while she faced off against Sobel's brutal arrogance. Dick felt a twinge in his neck when Nix mentioned a few of the things the captain had called her. His friend had to remind him to loosen his fists as they turned past the barracks, where curiosity lurked in the eyes of the enlisted men smoking on the steps. Dick insisted that not a single detail be left out; as he heard of Sutton's trembling hands, the moment where she nearly slipped into mindlessness, the way she'd turned to Nix with that look of shamed panic, he grew more and more agitated. He wanted to see her and see her now. Nix—being Nix—saw and simply smirked.

"She's fine," he hummed as he led the way up the porch to CP, "but I'm sure she wouldn't mind hearing you were worried about her."

Dick didn't respond, scanning through the windows for any sign of Sutton. Nix's smirk grew.

"She's not here."

"Why not?"

He shouldn't have asked, but he did anyway, and amusement pushed Nix's brow up onto his forehead.

"She was going out for lunch with Harry, remember?"

Dick swallowed back a tight retort, something he didn't really mean.

"Right."

"So..."

Nix gestured as they started up to Dick's office, turning half over his shoulder to do so and nearly tripping up the stairs in the process.

"So?"

"How do you feel about our dear Agent? Really."

Dick could feel himself turning pink. It was one thing when the enlisted men teased him about never having a date or a girl of his own, but he knew Nix better. This would be an interrogation, unending until Nix received the answer he sought.

"You know that I think very highly of her," he replied at length, rolling up his sleeves as he made his way to his desk.

But Nix just laughed. He laughed. Dick almost turned around and told him to get out of his office, but he couldn't do that, not to Nix, not even in this valley of intrusion and discomfort.

"It's okay, Dick," his friend coaxed, leaning against the doorframe and loosely crossing his arms over his chest. "You can admit it."

Dick rifled through a few papers on his desk, pretending he wasn't paying attention. Nix stamped his foot, and Dick made the mistake of looking up. Nix waved—unsurprisingly unrelenting—and Dick sighed.

"Admit what?"

The corner of Nix's mouth turned up.

"That you're in love with her."

Dick huffed and sank into his chair, warily eyeing his friend. He wanted to believe that Nix had good intentions, but he was nervous—what would she think if he told her? It hit him, in that moment, that he didn't want to tell Nix before he told her. He leaned a bit forward, clasping his hands atop a stack of paperwork, and Nix grinned, evidently expecting the admission it wasn't his turn to hear.

"If I did," Dick said, certain to keep his tone even and firm, "I would tell her first."

Nix deflated, but before he could respond, Sutton emerged at the top of the stairs, quizzical curiosity quirking her brow.

"Tell who what?"

"His mother," Nix said smoothly before Dick could muster a fumbling response. "Just family business, you know."

"Of course." Sutton seemed a little flushed, but Dick was all but certain his own face was twice as red. "It's warm in here, isn't it? There's a lovely breeze out, it just started when Harry and I got back..."

She hesitated at the door, then entered the room, making for the window behind Dick's head.

"Pardon," she hummed as she squeezed past him, and it seemed a miracle of composure that neither of them winced at the scraping sound Dick's chair made when he hastily scooted it out of her way. She turned the latch and opened the window, then pushed the shutters out of the way and let the gentle breeze dance into the room. Her skirt trembled around her legs and her hair twitched across her shoulder, and Dick could hardly look away. When she turned back after a moment, stepping back to let him feel the breeze, he wished for a single second that she could just know without him having to say a word. Sutton smiled and gestured to the window, and as Dick's thanks slipped through lips numb with longing, he tried to bring himself back to his sensibilities and failed. He reached out and took her hand when she started to leave, and when she looked back at him, he knew there was no one else in the world whose hand he would rather hold.

He wanted to bring her sacred palm to his lips and kiss it, then brush the collar of her dress aside and lay his lips there, and finally seal his mouth against hers in something like a promise, but he knew better.

"How was your lunch?"

She answered something cheery enough, but her eyes kept wandering across his face as if she wasn't really hearing what she was saying. Dick wasn't. He could hear everything the breeze touched—the papers on his desk, the leaves on the sycamore outside, her skirt brushing against the hose upon her legs. He felt a little raw for the noticing, a little emptier. He hadn't let go of her hand, and she hadn't tried to take it back, so they stayed that way until she'd drawn out her response so long it would have been suspect for her to keep talking.

"Dick?"

"Mmm?"

She took a deep breath. His heart tripped over itself and he suppressed the sudden, strange urge to cough.

"You should know..."

Dick had to force himself to stop imagining all the things she might say and listen to the things she did.

"There's been a mutiny in Easy Company."

Dick stilled.

What?

Sutton grimaced, and he realized he'd muttered the query aloud. She drew her hand back and fiddled with her fingers, and he wanted to reach out again to stop her from marring that one little hangnail on her thumb.

"Harry told me about it while we were out," she related to him as best she could. "He said I should be the one to tell you. I haven't a clue what he meant by that, but... here I am."

Dick chanced a look at the doorway and found (as he'd suspected) that Nix was long gone. Sutton shuffled back a step and glanced aside, and he got the impression she thought he didn't believe her.

"It was the NCOs," she told him before he could admit he'd take her every word as scripture if she asked him to. "Every last one—save for Sergeant Evans, but... Well."

Dick, still baffled, blinked. Sutton hesitated, leaning a little backward, then a little forward. She crossed behind him and Dick held still until he felt her arms wrap around his shoulders. He bowed his chin and felt her lips press softly to the top of his head.

"They're going to be okay," she whispered, her words like the breeze tickling the back of his neck. "I promise."

He didn't know how she could make that vow all on her lonesome, but as he watched her leave, lending him a small smile from the doorway, he thought he just might believe her. Harry came in a few minutes later and filled in the gaps for him—Sergeant Lipton had spearheaded the affair, astonishingly—and for the second time that day, the tightness in his chest clenched with every new detail until he found it hard to breathe. He turned to his work and found a little solace there, but too quickly, he had to leave, reporting to oversee a supply count down the hill from Regiment HQ. He kept glancing at the building as he worked, and when Sutton appeared and easily guessed where exactly he was looking—the window to Sink's downstairs office—she offered a small smile and tried to slip his clipboard out of his hands.

"No- Sutton-"

"Let me," she said, stealing it away and flipping through the pages. "Mmm. Mhmm. Very interesting."

The two soldiers unloading the supplies from the truck—men from Battalion Mess with whom Dick had become far more familiar than he'd ever expected—shared a small smirk. Sutton didn't notice, and Dick elected to ignore the look.

"What on earth does the Airborne need so many potatoes for?"

Dick leaned his head a bit to the side to see the tally. Sutton turned the clipboard toward him, but not far enough that he needn't step a little closer to see. Whether or not she did it on purpose, he conceded, wishing mercy on his heart as their shoulders brushed and he felt a boyish thrill.

"Hmm."

After thinking on it for a time (made longer by his proximity to her), Dick shook his head and cracked a wry smile—the first he'd been able to muster all day.

"I'm actually not sure."

Sutton giggled, and though it was brief and quiet, the sound eased a bit of the pressure in his chest. He turned to her, nearly desperate to hear it again, to be soothed by her and everything she was, and she seemed surprised at his sudden attention.

"Here," she said, supposing he wanted his clipboard in order to get back to work, and though he accepted it from her hands, his gaze never left hers. She inched closer, and he'd never be sure what she would have done—or what he would have done—if something over his shoulder hadn't caught her eye.

"Dick. Look."

It was the NCOs. Dick had thought them foolhardy at first, but now, looking at their stern faces, he knew he would have done the very same had he been in their shoes. These men were brave—no, braver than brave. They marched out of that stone behemoth of a building two-by-two, stiff-backed and sure-footed as if providence would revoke their second chance given any one of them stepped out of line. They'd put their lives on the line for a better chance at living. Dick hadn't realized Sutton was gripping the corner of his jacket until he felt her fingers pinch the fabric and in doing so, brush against his hip. Six men passed them by, and six hands raised in salutes as they went. They looked to Dick, some of them nearly smiling, others fighting to keep their hand from shaking, all of them walking with a weight raised off their shoulders. Dick raised his hand to his forehead but nearly flinched when he felt Sutton step back, allowing him the moment. The men looked to her next and continued their salute, and she returned it as readily as Dick had, hoping her respect for what these men had done came across.

When one of the sergeants—the name Lipton lettering his uniform—cracked a smile, she knew it had.

The NCOs went on without a word. Sutton and Dick watched them march away, equally silent. The clipboard in Dick's hand, formerly forgotten at his side, nearly slipped to the gravel and he almost fumbled to keep it from falling. He looked at Sutton and saw her eyes were glistening, but he couldn't tell why until she turned to him and blinked a few times. Those grey pools of tears made his brow crease, but she reached out and touched his arm and he discovered he had no cause for alarm.

"If you were ever looking for an affirmation that you're a good man, Dick," she said quietly, "that was it."

He looked at her but could not find it in himself to smile. Her expression was a serious one, too, but in a way that urged him to relax. He did so, and she, satisfied, inched up beside him again.

"I told you they'd be alright," she hummed, smoothing her thumb over his sleeve. "Didn't I?"

He could feel the corners of his mouth wanting to tug up, so he let them, and was rewarded by Sutton's smile in return.

"You did."

The door to Regiment HQ swung open again, and the runner who dashed forth hardly went ten feet before stopping and pivoting toward Sutton. She knew she was his target, for as soon as his eyes locked upon her, they did not let go. She felt the urge to squirm under the scrutiny, but he arrived before she could follow through with it, and his message was more important than her shyness. An urgent telegram awaited her in Colonel Sink's hands—what news indeed. Sutton went a little pale. That made Dick frown.

"What is it?"

"London," she mumbled, already lurching into motion. She thanked the runner and hurried up the hill, only remembering to draw herself out of her thoughts and wish Dick a good afternoon at the last second. He raised his hand in a meek farewell that came too slow for her to see; regardless, he watched her until she'd gone away through the door.

"Lieutenant Winters?"

Dick gave a start. He turned to the two privates standing on either side of the supply, now all safely removed to the ground, and one of them offered an apologetic smile for interrupting his reverie.

"Ah, where should we bring these, sir?"

Dick gave them the answer he thought they should have figured out themselves, and as they went to follow through with his orders, he turned and pinched the bridge of his nose, smothering a sigh against the hilt of his hand.

Dick was ten minutes gone from the place the truck was once parked by the time Sutton emerged from the chiseled stones. It seemed colder now that she'd been inside, colder thanks to the news she'd just received and the way it had been delivered. She knew things now that made her bitter, things that would come to pass without her to see them through.

In two days' time, the 101st Airborne would leave for Upottery Airfield.

Sutton Flynn-Marshall would not be with them.

There was no doubt in her mind about the unfairness of it all, but it was strange, how much it bothered her. Since when did her life have the decency to go as planned? Since when did she let herself start caring about staying one way or another despite knowing it was all bound to change? She blamed herself for the hurt, for the bitterness, and that only made it all worse. Of course, she wouldn't be jumping into France with the 506th, nor even within the broader division of the 101st. She'd never believed she would, but this news from her superiors and Sink made for the final nail in the coffin. She wouldn't be seeing her friends here anytime soon. Perhaps she never would. She was a spy, for heavens' sake—what good was it, this distress? What right did she have to think she could have stayed? She was an Englishwoman who'd spent two years in Austria spying on a key Nazi strategist and barely made it out by the skin of her teeth. She wasn't like these soldiers, these Americans—these men. She was Agent Ambrosia. She was a spy.

Col. Sink gave her the telegram, but it was what he said with the delivery that made her itch with a kind of resentment she'd never felt before. She didn't think it was particularly because of the colonel—she didn't want it to be, so she made it not so—but beyond that denial, she couldn't pinpoint the reason for what kept scratching at her insides. She was going back to London, to the office, to her purpose in the war. And yet London seemed a thousand miles away from Aldbourne. In many ways, it was indeed another world. A world where people like Sutton weren't allowed to have room for people like Harry and Lewis and Dick. A world where Sutton had to hurt alone and hide it just like she hid everything else.

The colonel had insisted it was for the best, her leaving. He told her the war was no place for a smart young lady such as herself. She knew at the moment that he hadn't read the telegram, that he didn't know she'd be out there the same as the rest of them, just further in and farther gone. A part of her wanted to correct him, to reference her time in Austria and remind him that she'd been shot at more times than most of his men combined. But in no world—Aldbourne or London—would that have helped her case, so she held her tongue and let him talk a bit about how glad the Airborne was for her assistance in organizing the upcoming invasion. She'd have liked to think him sincere, but the vagueness with which he referred to her efforts let her know he hadn't a clue as to how she'd helped at all. Nevertheless, she accepted his thanks, and her reticence served her well in that his final query came with a kind of warning attached.

"I've got a mind to ask you one last thing, Agent," the colonel decided, pressing his fingertips together atop his desk and leaning a bit forward.

"Sir," Sutton assented, not missing how he'd dropped the moniker of Lieutenant he'd assigned her all those months ago when she'd first assisted the 506th. Had it really been so long since September?

"I believe I ought to know," he supposed, his eyes creasing slightly, "if there has been any ill will between you and Captain Sobel."

Sutton almost denied it, but then she remembered she was leaving, and that Sobel might be, too (if the success of the NCOs was anything to go by), and after all, he'd asked her directly...

"He was foul to me, once, sir," she admitted, hoping he believed she was as unphased as she pretended to be, "but I didn't reciprocate."

"No?"

"No, sir. I didn't think it would be worth it."

The colonel seemed pleased by how she'd handled the situation and dismissed her with no further questions. He hummed as he shook her hand and returned her salute, and Sutton wasn't sure whether or not to feel guilty when her first thought as she walked out the door was that she wouldn't mind not having to deal with Sink after this. She walked down the path past where the truck had been and wandered about the base for what she supposed was probably her last time. A few of the trees were blossoming. She looked at them for a good long while, standing alone by the door to a supply shed. A soldier popped out of the shed and startled her, then apologized, red-faced, as he tried to hide a blushing young woman behind him. Sutton pretended she hadn't seen them and they dashed off, their laughter echoing back down the street once they thought they were a safe distance away.

The lampposts started to flicker on not much longer after that, and the sudden gleam reminded Sutton to look up. She saw the sun was starting to set and realized she'd missed dinner. No matter; she had no appetite, anyway. Traversing the quiet streets, she listened to the sound of her heels crossing packed earth and weathered cobblestones and—finally—the worn wood of the Battalion CP porch. She went straight inside, nodding at Lieutenant Meehan where he stood yawning in the breakroom, and shut herself in her office with no real purpose in mind. The papers and folders on her desk would all be taken away tomorrow and given to some other poor sap who already had too much on his plate, and because she knew it, she didn't want to touch a single page. Instead, she started to pace. Nix appeared just when she thought she might lose her mind from all the nothing she was doing and invited her to play a game of chess. She leaped at the opportunity, but they both knew her head wasn't in the game, and she lost twice in a row.

"Alright," Nix said, setting his queen back down and stalling the end of the game before he could claim checkmate, "what's on your mind?"

She wanted to tell him everything, she really did, but she knew what he'd say. He'd want her to go tell Dick, and she would give in because her spine had escaped her somewhere in Austria. Whatever nerve she had left, she mustered it to pretend like everything was fine, and miraculously, her plot worked—for now. She knew she'd have to tell him tomorrow. But tomorrow was another day, and tonight, she could make him believe she was only tired. He'd take for granted that when he woke up in two days' time, she'd still be there, and she was willing to let him.

If only it were so easy to persuade herself.

They'd hardly started the third game when Dick appeared—just Sutton's luck—and informed Nix that Sink had called a meeting with all of Intelligence—just Sutton's damned luck.

"You take my place," he said as he got up, stretching his back, then straightening his tie. "Go easy on her. She's tired."

Dick's brow creased as he took Nix's seat at the table, and Sutton stifled a groan. Now he knew something was up. She shot a squinted look at Nix, but he was already halfway out the door, following a few of the other Intelligence officers from other companies into the night. Sutton pretended to be focused on the game, watching her own hand move a bishop as if she had any strategy at all in mind other than to get this game over with as quickly as possible. Dick offered a hello and she mumbled one in return, but she couldn't look up at him, she just couldn't. They played in silence for a time until Dick's hand hesitated over his king, then returned to his lap.

"What was the news from London?"

"Sink gave it to me," she replied, and he didn't realize she was deflecting the question until she added, "I've been in the war longer than he has, but he still acts as though I'm a—what do you Americans call the new blood?"

She still didn't look up, able to hear the frown on his face in his voice.

"A rookie?"

"That's it."

"What... What did he say?"

She told him, then expressed her disappointment in the colonel's opinion. He agreed, then went blessedly quiet for a few moments. He moved his king. She shifted her pawn. He tapped his fingers on the table, then nudged her foot with his under it.

"I'm glad you're staying behind."

Her head shot up, and she realized her mistake only when she caught him staring at her. She glanced aside but couldn't hide for much longer; in the end, she looked back at him, pinching the skin of her knuckle where her hands rested in her lap.

"How did you know?"

"Lucky guess." He cleared his throat. "Or, um, unlucky, I suppose?"

The day Sutton met Dick Winters, she remembered thinking his eyes were the color of smokey-green moss. They darkened a little when he was tired or stressed and went more silvery and blueish when he was alert and focused. She loved those eyes. Almost as much as he loved hers, had she known it.

"I'm not staying behind," she blurted out, the rook in her hand hesitating over the board. "I'm being redeployed. Immediately."

Dick didn't even see where she put the rook down, swamped by this news. He seemed to sink into his chair, and it wasn't a sign of comfort but dismay. Sutton felt a tremor in her chest—was it guilt? Relief? Regret?

"What?"

"I'm going back into the war."

Dick frowned. He seemed to be at a loss for what to say.

"So am I," he said at last, but Sutton was already shaking her head.

"No, Dick- It's different, this time."

She was making him nervous. She hated to do it, but she had no other choice.

"How so?"

"I'm a spy," she said, and her voice nearly failed her. "Once a spy, always a spy."

He blinked at her as if he still didn't understand.

"But-"

"I'm going alone. And this time..."

"'This time'? 'This time' what?"

"This time-" She had to force it out. "-one of us may not come back."

He looked like she'd just slapped him in the face. Sutton's face burned nearly as much as her heart. The more wounded his expression became, the more it felt like smoldering coals were stuffing her cheeks. She rose abruptly from the table. Her chair scraped across the floor with a miserable screech. The chessboard trembled, pieces fell, and it was all so terrible Sutton could only think to do one thing, and that was run away.

"Goodbye, Dick."

Her voice broke, just when she needed it not to the most, and then she was ghosting away and Dick was left alone at the chessboard. Were those tears in her eyes when she rose to flee? Were they his fault? He sat and thought for a long time until the ticking of his wristwatch emerged uniquely from the quiet of the surrounding room and roused him. Solemnly, more shaken than he was startled, he reached out and made to collect the fallen pieces, replacing them in the drawer beneath the board. The queen, he picked up last, and he held it up to his eye, wondering how the tides could have turned so quickly. The wooden figure turned a little blurry and he shoved it in the drawer with the rest of her pawns and knights and bishops—all the pieces were there, except for one rook. Dick had seen it leave with Sutton, clutched in her hand tight enough to leave an imprint. He wasn't sure she'd even noticed she'd taken it with her. A part of him hoped she'd bring it back. Maybe he'd work up the nerve to kiss her goodbye, and maybe that would make everything alright, but the door remained closed and the hour grew late, and eventually, Dick had no choice but to drag himself off to bed.

Maybe tomorrow he'd love her a little less and be able to tell her the more for it.

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[incorrect-quotes-2-the-startling]

The Great Mouse Debacle

Dear All, I saw a mouse, where? there in the meeeting room, there in the meeting room right there, etc etc...His name is Malcom and although he is very cute I'm afraid he cannot stay so we need to put some traps down. Also please make sure no food is left out for him - particularly large pieces of cake! - I'm not imagining this as Tupperware, Mysterion and New-Kid also saw him (albeit rather briefly) - Wonder-Tweek

Lets get him! - Fastpass I'm not sure which is more worrying. The mouse in the meeting room, or that Tweek needs reassurance that he's not seeing imaginary critters - Call-Girl

I say we catch him alive and fatten him up for the next milestone feast... - Mosquito MMMMMMMmmmmmmm Chicken - Fastpass I almost stepped on him last week - New-Kid Lets catch him and keep him as a pet. Failing that I could use him as a friend to keep Stripe company. - Super-Craig Leave the mouse alone. He wont hurt ya - Mysterion

I like to wear mice as hats. - Damien Let's make our next game about him. Malcolm the MF Mouse... - Tupperware So that's who's been stinkey'n up the loo and not turning the fan on!!! Of course! He cant reach the fan! - Human-Kite Nor can he aim, apparently. - Tool-Shed Let get the little furry F**K. - Fastpass We can always get a mouse-friendly trap rather than a snappy trap...Although where to dump him when he's caught....? - Call-Girl

OUT THE WINDOOOOOoooowww................. *splat* Just kidding - Mysterion Simple: a combination mouse trap and catapult. *SNAP - SPROING - WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH - . . . . . . . . . . thud* - New-Kid I take it that the “THUD” is you whacking him out of bounds with your baseball bat? - Henrietta shouldn't that be SNAP - SPROING - SQUEAK - WHOOSH? - Professor Chaos Maybe we could invest in a cat. - Human-Kite Down Cartman's trousers! - Super-Craig

I just love the sexy scurry of a lady mouse, Leave the mouse alone, Leave all mice alone, My darlin I, cant get enough of you love baby.... la la la la la - Mysterion No, it should be: SNAP - SPROING - SQUEAK – WHOOSH – ting (microwave done) - New-Kid Did you have a bad mouse experience during your childhood??? - Call-Girl Gee, that X-Box demo would have worked heaps better if they'd thrown a mouse into a room full of mouse traps already primed with other mice, setting off a chain reaction of SNAPs, SQUEAKs and SPROINGs. - Mosquito This is my one line comment. - Doctor Timothy

Maybe we can convince Mysterion to eat it? - Tool-Shed That'll take a lot more convincing then five dollars - Mysterion You can do it! - Fastpass Or we could put it back where it belongs .. plugged into the back of somebody's computer. - New-Kid Hasn't anyone seen Stuart Little??? He could be our ticket to fame and fortune! - The Coon In the sequel to Stuart Little, they're gonna have him infect the happy family with the plague. - Damien

Has anyone ever seen both Cartman and the rat at the same time?... just wondering if there's some secret identity thingy going on. - Human-Kite Maybe he's the little bastard moving everyone's stuff - Tool-Shed So was it the mouse that was sneaking smokes in the toilet? Seems like the poor little thing is getting blamed for everything else - Call-Girl Let's get him! - Fastpass I could use another mouse or two to help power my car... - Mysterion We should cover the room with flour and see where his little tracks lead. Then douse the mongrel in petrol - Damien

nah.. That's not funny.. That's just a bit sick - Mosquito Let's just cover the room in Petrol and light it up now! - New-Kid WOOOHOOO!! An old fashion burnin'! Let me duck home and grab me roastin' trousers - Damien I'm beginning to see the start of the Stinky Meat Project part 2 ;-) - Fastpass Put his little mouse head on a big dirty pike as a warning to others... - Henrietta Lets just all burn our pants. - Mysterion Umm, you go first - Tool-Shed

Let's get him! - Fastpass You all want to jump me now I've burnt my pants huh? - Mysterion One of my friends had a story about his father doing the mouse vs petrol thing when he was young, and with its last chance at revenge, the burning mouse ran into some very long, very dry grass, set the grass alight, and burned down a whole farm.. crops, machinery, house, and also the people who owned it... - New-Kid hahahahaha cooooooool - Damien See, vicious little mongrels, mice. Burn your house down soon as look at you. They're dangerous! Arsonists! Satanists! They must be stopped, before it's too late. It's us or them. [oh, and I'm always available for a pants burning. name a time] - Mosquito

Let's get him! - Fastpass Release your anger and complete the journey to the dark side... - Mysterion Why don't we just get HIM? - Tupperware That's not the mouse you are looking for.. Move along, move along. - Human-Kite Let's get him! - Fastpass I don't think Mysterion needs any help releasing . . . - Call-Girl Certainly not releasing so much as restraining. - Tool-Shed Has anyone heard the one about the mouse and giraffe that met in a bar? - Mosquito

Yep - Tupperware I think we should all try and get out of the HQ a little more - Call-Girl Woowoo! Call-Girl said we can all go home! - The Coon Let get HIM then! - Fastpass Let's have pants burning as a random encounter, or even a full mission. Somebody keeps sneaking into the base and setting fire to peoples pants - Tupperware There isn't really a mouse. I just made the whole thing up lol - Tweek THERE IS NOW DAMMIT!!! - Damien

Lets get Tweek then? - Fastpass Blah blah blah! - Doctor Timothy Dracula impressions? Really? - Super-Craig blah blah blah, dude! (keanu in dracula) - Tupperware If it was MY mouse, Id say like: Get back in the kitchen and cook me some pie bee-atch - The Coon You have a pie-cooking mouse? - Human-Kite Yeah of course I do - The Coon

If you don't mind I'd like to borrow it for the night. - Tool-Shed

You need help. - Call-Girl

That's WHY I need the mouse . . I feel he could add some valuable insights into my non-existent social life - Tool-Shed

Let's just set up a big barbed wire cage (or even better, a dome) and have a sort of last man standing dealie. The winner gets to eat the mouse... - Mosquito

I'm in - Damien

Are we fighting the mouse or each other? - New-Kid

I assumed the idea was to beat each other to a bloody pulp. - Damien

Sure, but I've always wanted to compete versus a rodent [I might actually have a chance of winning]. - Mosquito Aaaaaargh! - Doctor Timothy "I'm not imagining this as Tupperware, Mysterion and New-Kid also saw him (albeit rather briefly)" I'd just like to categorically deny ever seeing a mouse. Tweek is a loon. - Mysterion Catch mE IF you cann!!!! i'Ve BEEEN crappping in YoUr Koffee for ^Wee&ks. HAR HAR HAR HAR!!!! The MOuS!!!!-----

[imherebabycakes]

SHEABUTTABABY🍯🍫 pt3

donnie\femreader tmntbayverse 14/16 the guys are 20+

*i do not own anything tmnt*

i didn’t proof read a damn thing😂(sorry)

my oc’s name is Blaze,Neptune Marie

24

military veteran

a black woman from the south side of washington dc

she’s 5’5

has light grey eyes

black wavy hair *bra length*

lets just say she’s the type of woman you’d see in king magazine. she fire 🔥

loves trap, the 90’s hip hop r&b as well as Jamaican country

chill & laid back, can twerk also

……………

so there we stood, the purple masked terrapin & myself , blushing at one another looking dumb as hell

ehemm…..are you to okay? raph say’s staring at me & his brother with a sly grin on his face.

umm yea…..yea im straight, i say almost instantly snapping out of a trance, and perking up as if i wasn’t just imagining donnie kissing me all over.

donnie! you good? mikey asks

oh yea mikey im…uh never better donnie answered. obviously lying through his gap teeth.

i peep the scene and its hella awkward and stuffy even if being outside.

well guys, umm it was nice to meet y’all but i better get home,im jhi tired…

jhi? what does that mean? mikey asks with a slight giggle.

well in dc its slang & we use it to emphasize a few things but in this case it just took the place of the word really.

ohhhh wow thats so cool, i love dc slang its different

im glad you do mikey,

but guys i do have to get gone. i got work in the morning unfortunately. as i got my stuff in the car i pop back out an ask , umm do you guys wanna link up again or is this just a one time thing?

well idk, will you tell people of our existence? asked leo hoping right in face , a little to close but i guess this was his attempt at coming off threatening . which wasn’t working at all

i chuckle to myself as i slide a little to the left to get some space between us,

“nah man i wont tell a soul” thats my word.

he looks me over and huffs “yea well see”,

almost immediately they ascend back to the roof tops disappearing into the night. 

see later sexy chocolate!!! mikey yelled

shut up mikey !! the rest

them yell in unison.

………….time jump…..2weeks later

it was now friday 5:30pm finally free from the plantation i call work. while walking to my car i thought about a few things, like i loved my job as an SPO, working at Children’s hospital  but my real passion is fashion design and today my sergeant caught me drawing a few sketches while on duty and grilled me for it.

she can kiss my black ass and i mean it , i cant stand that old bitch it wasn’t even that serious to be honest .

walking out of the elevator and into garage towards my car all i could think about were those four unique brothers out of my head, Especially the tall one in purple.

now that i think about it i didn’t even get his number, shit i been out the game for a while , but its cool i’ll see them again one of these days….. right?

i sigh and push all those thoughts to the back of my mind. i threw my sketch books and gear in the car and drove off.

about 25 minutes later i sluggishly enter my cold apartment kick my shoes off,lock the door then proceed to my bedroom. i plopped down my lush king sized bed, looking at the ceiling lost in my thoughts of the full day i had and the next thing i knew i fell asleep.

i woke up around 10pm realizing i had fell asleep in my clothes, i reluctantly made my way to the bathroom where i ran the shower to get it nice and hot to my liking, while stepping in the air/steam relaxed me even more, damn this feels good, i needed this….

donnie pov

its been almost 2 1/2 weeks since we’ve seen blaze.

patrols have been the usual not alot of foot clan activity a few attempted muggings but nothing has really changed.

but i noticed that i couldn’t concentrate on any of my work since i seen that Beautiful woman.

i couldn’t get her out of my head, i mean i’ve been with other women before, yea they were mostly in the police department but still. hell i’ve even had a girlfriend once upon a time.

it was something special about blaze, and i honestly think its because she a black woman.

to be honest i i’ve always been with a white woman or latin or asian and i don’t know much about black women or culture for that matter outside of rap & r&b music that i listen to.

or what the media sometimes portrays but im not one to judge and everything is not what it seems so i don’t stereotype people. i mean i wouldn’t have room to judge anyways im a mutant turtle for crying out loud. i sigh slumping in my chair, i don’t know what to do.

you should go see her bro,im sure she’d be happy to see you again, she seems cool even though i didn’t think you’d go for her type say’s mikey

umm……mikey first off how long have you been standing there listening to me? and secondly whats my type?

long enough to know you got the hots for blaze…..look bro she likes you man.

i saw the way y’all looked at each other. she fine as hell but you know usually go for white skinny girls like april.

you know the runway “model type”. & blaze is the opposite she’s got body oddy oddy for days he said laughing.

you cant handle all that wagon she’s draggin ,but you better get on that and wife her up before i do… he says slyly.

oh please mikey she doesn’t want you , your to immature for a woman like that and plus her having a curvy body doesn’t matter to me in fact that’s actually what i like about her

yea ok Donnie, im not the one who needs convincing , you’ve fucked only skinny white, latin,or asian woman only . you sure blaze isn’t just some fetish for you bro?

what!! of course not mikey i’ve only fucked those other women because thats all thats around us, people usually date who’s in close proximity to them you idiot. if more curvier women lived around here black woman included then maybe i would date them.

umm bro sorry to burst your bubble big bro but the thing is, black woman mostly definitely are around, and there’s alot that work in the police department to . open your eyes dude and admit you have a type he says laughing and walking away

damn he got me stumped… i…i guess i do, well did have a type but obviously not anymore. i gotta see Blaze again.

turning to my computers i figure its time for some hacking and background checking.

(blazes pov)

…..

after that lovely shower and hot meal, i decided to sit on my balcony with some wine to look out onto the city. as im sitting there, i think about my life and whats ahead,like how i love fashion and design, and my dream is to be big time designer. but how will i get there.

just as I’m pouring another cup of wine my phone starts vibrate uncontrollably then all of a sudden a greenish hologram of green bean Donatello pops up

“hey there, its ummm Donatello you know the turtle guy!?….anyways umm well i hope im not interrupting anything. i’m a bit of a computer whiz & nerd hence me hacking in your phone .  I just wanted to say that you seem cool and I would like to meet up again sometime if that’s OK with you?

that’ll be great donnie i don…..

THIS IS A RECORDED MESSAGE !

HIT 1 FOR YES OR 2 FOR NO!

THIS IS A RECORDED MESSAGE !

HIT 1 FOR YES OR 2 FOR NO!

all right all right!. sheesh give me a second , feeling a bit stupid because i thought it was a live conversation . (hits 1) “you’ve chosen number 1, please stand by for follow up text.” then like turning off a tv the hologram of him shut off

!Bing Bing Ding!

damn that was fast as shit donnie, you really wanna see my sexy ass huh i joke. i open my phone and the text read

hey blaze this is donnie again, im glad you said yes, if you can, please meet me at the same spot where we met at 7:30 pm 2 blocks away from the double take on saturday. well im looking forward to seeing you😂😅

i chuckle to myself at the thought of he’s such a nerd, but a fine ass one, and i’ve honestly been thinking about this for weeks now. not knowing what he wants to meet up for specifically i don’t know what to put on. I want to look good but I also don’t wanna overdo it. aw who am i kidding i look good naked, he’ll like me in whatever. plopping on my bed i drift off to sleep with the wonders of whats to come tomorrow.

mmmmm…. donnie!

(Donnie pov)

yes yes and hell yes!!! i screaming and squealing while fist pumping in my lab chair,

whoa i say getting overwhelmed i have a date, well not a date date. but we’re meeting up! got damnit its a date thats unofficially officially a date! 

omg omg omg this is amazing…

wheeeew,wheeeeeeew….calm down donnie this is not your first date, relax buddy i say to myself. its honestly not my first date but with a girl like her it might as well be. I wonder what we will have to talk about she’s so much different than girls ive dated before, down to her her body ,skin tone ,her lingo and where she’s from. sitting down on my bed, i sigh and lay back with only one thing on my mind, in the words of Tpain

IM SPRUNG!!!!

…time jump 3pm next day…..

( blaze pov)

I don’t know why I’m so nervous this man has me sweating like a hooker in church, not wanting to do too much I just do what drake said. put my hair tied up and chill with no make up on. and if he really fucks with me like he says then he’ll see that I’m beautiful naturally. but in the meantime all this planning gotcha girl hungry I think a quick meal will suffice nothing too heavy though, probably like a BLT with some chips because i don’t want the bubble guts on the first meet up.

time jump 7:28pm saturday night

(donnie pov)

hopping on the roof, i stare at the city below me, i got here with 3 minutes to spare. blaze should be here any minute now. well i might as well sit and wait and sing.

(start singing his version of ushers “nice N slow” )

its seven o clock on the dot im on the root top, looking at the city,….i’ve got a real pretty pretty black queen that im waiting to see, when she pulls up, ill be anticipating, her good looks, damn she’s amazing, i got plans to my hands on her waist,looking up to see if she’s really feeling me!! let me take you to the park where its quiet, there ain’t no one there to attack us, i can feel the rush, cuz i just wanna get to know you more…… blaze tell me what you wanna do

(blaze pov)

pulling up to the same spot i almost got robbed at made me uneasy, but since donnie was meeting me here i knew i was okay. i do one last look in my rearview mirror to look at my hair and face. and like i said earlier, I kept it chill and i put on my favorite black juicy sweatsuit & my black & white Jordan 12’s and my hair was in a messy bun. and i couldn’t forget my mouskatool. getting out the car i start to text donnie to let him know im here, when i hear singing and beautiful singing at that, i slightly walk into the alley where i hear the melody an look up to see my green bean singing what sounded like ushers nice and slow song

i didn’t want to startle him so i let him continue, & what i heard next made a shiver go down my spine, not only could he sing well but if im not mistaken he’s singing about… well me!! at least i hope he is. unless its about another black queen. not wanting to waste any more time I shoot him a text.

you sound amazing!….and am i a queen to you? 

(donnie pov)

hearing my phone go off I figure blaze is on her way but to my horror i see,

 **you sound amazing!….and am i a queen to you?**

which means not only was she here but she’s been here and not only has she been here she heard me singing and not just singing but singing about her. naturally my heart went to my ass and i felt my stomach tighten immediately. im so embarrassed. then i hear blaze say

**YO Rapunzel let down your hair! she says laughing. c’mon down here song bird or should i come up there?**

ummmm no ill come and get you give me a sec. i flip down and see blaze staring at me smiling at me with those beautiful grey eyes and she has cute button nose. wait when did she get a nose piercing? has that always been there?. man does she look stunning , i mean she’s effortlessly beautiful, her hair was in a messy bun and she had a simple but cute track suit on that hugged that body of her’s sheesh. baby got baaayyyack . snapping out of it i realize she’s leaning in for a hug, OH SHIT HUG HER YOU IDIOT*

hugging donnie i say, damn i didn’t know you had pipes like that green bean, you sound amazing. you remind me of a 90’s r&b singer,i love that. noticing he’s in a daze i snapped twice in his face, hello earth to Donnie are you there? “oh my bad blaze, sorry i got distracted. can you repeat what y said please?

shaking my head laughing i repeat myself. donnie i said your singing is amazing man. and what did you get distracted from that fast?

honestly blaze….. well..i got distracted by…umm… y-your beau…hmp…. I GOT DISTRACTED BY HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE!!

going wide eyed by his raised voice and words , i just give a sly smile and say. like wise





[storiesofsvu]

The Washington Saga Part 4

Elizabeth Keane x fem!reader Warnings: language, politics, smut references maybe?, Homeland canon issues (kinda but also spun around to fit this storyline instead). A/N: i wont lie, there were only supposed to be like, 4 parts to Washington, but there will likely be 6-7 instead..oops? Also yes, I’m taking major liberties with Homeland canon, mixing some shit up, but using bits and pieces that I want to.

Over the next few weeks or so you and Casey got easily settled within the White House, perusing though mountain after mountain of paperwork and background checks. A lot of it honestly was grunt work, digging through her opponents pasts, digging up any links between people, cleaning out social media accounts while making sure that Beth’s background was clean. Not that you had much to worry about there.

Currently, you were digging through her current administration. You knew that the assassination attempt had been a least partially an inside job, and were reading through the transcripts of what they’d managed to find out and take to court. Letting out a huff of a sigh you sat back in your chair, tossing the first part of the file onto the coffee table that was in front of Casey. A picture tucked into the file caught her attention, she recognized it as a general’s uniform and her brow furrowed.

“Who’s this?”

“General McClendon.” You replied, rubbing at your eyes, “he was the one on the ground organizing the attempt. He was brought in out of nowhere to head the security team but it was all a hoax for him to get Beth out of the hotel so the bomb could go off. He was in the security room that day, calling the shots, everyone who was killed that day was a charge on his head.”

“I take it he’s in jail then?”

“He had a heart attack while in custody.” You muttered, your eyes back on the court transcripts, “the investigations still ongoing though, to the public it’s closed but they know there was more than just his involvement, we just need to figure out who else on the inside was helping him.”

“Hmm.” Casey picked up the file, shifting the picture out of the way, that was when her eyes caught it. The General’s first name was Jamie…she started to wonder if impeachment had been plan B after assassination failed as plan A. She was about to open her mouth to ask you about Senator Paley when Rob burst into the doorway.

“Please tell me you’re caught up on the McClendon transcripts.”

“I’m about halfway done, why?” Your head tilted up toward the door, your brow furrowing at the look of concern across his face.

“They’ve determined his death as a homicide.”

“The guy’s been dead over a year and they’re just now ruling it?”

“They have a witness.”

“Okay.” You shrugged, “what does this have to do with us.”

“The witness has testimony that that President Keane was the one to have McClendon killed.”

“What?!” Both your and Casey’s voices rung through the room. Casey felt her heart pick up in her chest, this couldn’t be coincidental, and of course they would do it in the middle of campaign, a double whammy to take down Beth.

“They seriously think that she what? Plucked an assassin out of some foreign country and placed him in that jail? That’s ridiculous! The witness is obviously lying.” You urged.

“We know that.” Rob answered, “but what’s that’s not what the world will believe.”

“I get the bastards wanting to ruin her chance at staying in office, but this would ruin her. She’d spend her life in prison.”

“I know.” He sighed, “we’ve got a no phones meeting at eleven, and…all things considered, she wants to see you now.”

“Legal or personal reasons?” You asked, standing from your desk.

“Probably both.”

“Am…I needed?” Casey asked hesitantly, raising an eyebrow.

“No. Sorry.” Rob grimaced, “it’s a need to know basis, y/n will tell you what she can later.”

“It’s fine.” She smiled softly, “I know how it works.”

“Uh..just..keep familiarizing yourself I guess?” You shrugged, “fuck, you’re a big girl, you’ll figure it out.”

Casey laughed, waving you out of the room as you tugged your blazer back on and followed Rob over to the Oval. She slumped back into the couch, tugging her lip into her mouth for a moment wondering exactly what she should do. It was pretty clear there was a connection between McClendon and Paley, and she was willing to bet Paley was the one who was behind framing Keane, she just needed proof. Her mind drifted back to New York, thinking of tactics they would’ve used to gain classified information. A case of hers suddenly popped into her mind, remembering when Liz’s office had been bugged to find out where a key witness was being held, the case was one of those that she’d never be able to forget, but this time…a small grin slid across her cheeks as she started to think things through in a new light.

*

“Just how bad does this look?” Beth asked, letting out a sigh as she pulled off her glasses.

“From a legal standpoint?” You raised a brow, “pretty fucking bad.”

“Oh you know I didn’t do this.”

“You don’t even kill spiders…of course I know that you didn’t do this, but it looks like you had a hand in it. Not to mention you did threaten the death penalty in open court…and that’s on the record.” She scoffed and shot you a glare, “you asked!”

“What do we know about this witness?” She turned to Rob instead.

“Not much. Her name’s Simone Martin, Saul’s trying to dig up more of her story as we speak.”

“Am I allowed to send that name to Casey? I mean she’s currently doing nothing but digging.” You raised a brow, glancing between the two of them who both nodded and you fired off a text.

‘Witness is Simone Martin, add her to your list. I’m leaving my phone in the Oval for the meeting, it’s scheduled eleven to twelve, but it’ll probably run over. Call Reiko if you need anything��

*

Carrie glanced up from her computer at the sound of a knock on her door, her brow furrowed for a moment before she realized who it was, Casey’s slightly darker hair throwing her off.

“Casey, right?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, stepping into the office when Carrie motioned, swinging the door shut behind her, “I uh…need your help with something.”

“Okay?”

“Y/n mentioned that you were one who wasn’t afraid of breaking a few rules…” she winced, “as long as you got the end goal. Was she correct?”

“Depending on the situation, I guess so.” Carrie sat forward in her chair, “everyone’s on high alert right now…do you know something?”

“I uh…got pretty turned around trying to find the Oval when I first got here and ended up outside Senator Paley’s office. He was on the phone with someone named Simone, and their relationship seemed…sexual in nature? But he said something about how she was the key to impeachment, all she had to do was read the script he gave her or something? And that he and Jamie had already gotten things in motion.”

“Did you tell anyone this?”

“No. I had no idea who any of these people were, or what the hell was going on. Then today I find out that the main operator in the assassination was Jamie McClendon…I’m starting to think that Paley was in on it. How much do you know about him?”

“Aside from being a republican, sexist, pig? Not much. What’re you thinking?”

“Any chance you have a bug I could borrow?”

“You wanna find out the link between the three of them?”

“Yeah. Like, who this Simone person is, and where she came from.”

Carrie let out a sigh, “I like where you’re going, but I don’t think we can just leave a bug in his office, it’d get traced back too easily…and he’d probably find it. If he’s doing constant black dealing, he’s probably checking it pretty often.”

“What about his phone? If we could bug that, or clone it, we could try and find any exchanges between him and McClendon, and Simone. Would he be in on that no phones meeting?”

“What no phones meeting?” Carrie perked up,

“Apparently there’s a witness who’s coming to testify that Keane put a hit out on McClendon when he was”— she stalled, her phone buzzing, “sorry.” She pulled it out, her eyes widening at your text, “oh fuck.”

“What?”

“Simone is the witness….”

“Fuck.” She swore, shutting her laptop, “we need him under surveillance…but I know he’ll find the bug.”

“What if it’s not a bug.” Casey glanced up suddenly as her brain remembered one of her first cases,

“What’re you talking about?”

“Hear me out, cause I know this sounds crazy, but I worked a case where drug runners were using pets to do deals out in public. But they had surveillance on them too just in case something went down, and to have something to hold over their customers later on. How does Paley feel about dogs?”

“He’s got like three I think, god, the only time I’ve seen him smile was when he was petting Nic.” Carrie laughed, “you…wanna plant the bug on Nic?”

“Yeah. We don’t have to plant the bug in his office, just plant some fucking dog treats to get Nic in there on a regular basis, he has full access to the entire White House and it’s not weird for him to be wandering around alone.”

“And Paley won’t think twice about having confidential conversations in front of a dog.”

“Exactly.”

Carried hummed for a minute, thinking the idea over, not missing the way Casey was wringing her hands. The paralegal was suddenly riddled with anxiety over the entire thing, hoping she hadn’t said the wrong things to the wrong person. She took a breath, reminding herself that Carrie was there the night of the assassination, that her life had almost been taken too. You trusted her, Beth trusted her, now she was only hoping that she wasn’t about to lose another job for breaking the rules.

“You know…this may be some crazy New York crime hatched plan…but I like the way your brain works.”

“Oh thank god.” Casey breathed out with a small laugh.

“C’mon.” Carrie pulled open a drawer of her desk, digging through it until she found what she wanted, “give me your phone, I’m gonna synch up the receiving app.” Casey did as she asked, watching Carrie scan a QR code that prompted an app to download onto her phone. “What time’s this meeting?”

“Eleven to twelve but y/n thinks it’ll probably run over.”

“Okay.” Carrie checked her watch, “we’ve got about five until they’ll all be in there. If it’s a no phone it’s a no interruptions except for life or death situations, we should have more than enough time.” She stood from her desk, “shit.”

“What?” Casey stalled.

“We need Nic…and treats.”

“Carrie…” Casey laughed, surprising herself even with her casualness, “we left him in the residence this morning.”

“You have access to Elizabeth’s suite?”

“Yeah.” She shrugged, “all things considered….y/n’s not really using the suite she’s supposed to be in so I moved into it to be closer. I…have trouble sleeping, and Nic helps with that so I’m in the adjoining one.”

“I hear you on the not sleeping.” Carrie grumbled, “these new meds are kicking my ass.”

“Tell me about it.” Casey muttered, “my eating habits are absolute garbage now. If it wasn’t for Beth insisting on breakfast I wouldn’t eat til well into the afternoon.” She paused slightly at the look on the other woman’s face, “what?”

“Nothing,” Carrie laughed, “just…not a lot of people are allowed to call her Beth…makes me know how trustworthy you are.”

“Thank you?” Casey’s head tilted.

“It’s a good thing.” The blonde reassured her as they made their way from her office, determined to try and track down what exactly was happening.

*

Beth was absolutely exhausted, mentally and physically. Part of her wished there was a way for her to get back to the residence without having to walk tonight. She honestly wasn’t that surprised that they were coming for her, coming for her presidency, that she was on the axe block….yet again, but she had to wonder why they didn’t just try earlier, or where this bullshit was coming from. It was clear whatever ‘witness’ they had, had been paid off, or convinced into it. Aside from threatening the death penalty, she had done nothing with McClendon aside from wanting him arrested. Which…considering his command almost killed both her and Carrie, and managed to murder nine other people, wasn’t a stretch.

Finally she reached the residence, thankful to be away from prying eyes for once, kicking off her shoes and tossing her blazer onto a hook as she rolled up her sleeves and undid a few of the buttons on her blouse. She paused suddenly, looking into the living room, Nic was splayed out on the floor, his eyes shifted up to her as she looked at him and she nearly chuckled, moving towards him.

That was when Casey felt the shadow move over her face, blocking the light, she scrunched her face before she opened her eyes, looking up at Beth.

“You have a rough day?” The President asked with a small grin on her face.

“It was fine.” Casey huffed, her hand moving to give Nic a scratch behind the ear, he in turn licked at her cheek.

“You do remember that Nic’s a therapy dog, right?” She mused from above Casey with a small smile, “he’s being your weighted blanket right now to help you calm down….what happened?”

“I can’t talk about it.” Casey murmured.

“You can’t talk about it or you don’t want to talk about it?” Beth moved toward the kitchen, pulling down the bottle of scotch she had been dreaming of since lunch, pouring out two glasses before she moved back to Casey.

“I may or may not have broken a few rules today.” Casey admitted, still not moving from the floor, Nic tucked into her chin, nuzzling into her softly. “And I may or may not know a bunch of information that is relevant to the shit going on with the investigation on you. But it was prompted by something that’s totally not admissible and the rest of it is….not something that would hold up in a courtroom. And I….I feel like an idiot for even thinking it was a good idea. Fuck.” She suddenly swore loudly, feeling the guilt shoot through her, tears nearly welling in her eyes, “I should fucking know better. I ruined a perfectly good case in New York, I know what this recklessness can cause. I should’ve played by the rules…I just..wanted to protect your presidency, you deserve to win again. And this bullshit with McClendon is garbage.”

“Casey…” Beth began softly, extending the extra glass to her, “how about we start with you getting off the floor, have a drink. Did you eat dinner?”

“Yeah.” She murmured, “there was some stir-fry in the fridge.” She let out a sigh, nudging softly at the golden, shielding her face slightly as he licked at it repeatedly before darting off to his food bowl as she pushed up to standing.

“You do drink scotch?” Beth raised a brow and Casey let out a laugh.

“Of course.” Casey took the glass from her as the two settled on the couch, Beth turning the t.v on for some background noise, flipping through a few channels before she settled.

“I hope you don’t mind the South Park. It was my son’s favourite.”

“Not at all.” She took a sip of her drink, “honestly, it’s one of my favourite wind down shows.” She paused for a moment, “..where’s y/n?”

“She had a couple of extra meetings. Said she was going to the gym after.”

“You really love her…” Casey trailed off, not sure of where she wanted to go with the conversation, or if Beth would give her any insight into whatever relationship they had.

“I do.” She replied, glancing to the younger woman, “and, before you start to worry….I know everything about the penthouse. I know her and Liz had something special, I never asked y/n to remain faithful, I encouraged her to live her life. I could never ask someone to wait eight years for me. As much as I love her…that’s far too long. If and when this is done…I would love for her to still be available and I can only pray she would still care about me enough to give me the time of day.”

“She does.” Casey mused over a sip of scotch.

“Hmm?”

“She really, really does. I see the way you two interact, the two of you? I mean..I’ve known y/n since college, she loves you more than anything else in the world. I don’t want to overstep but…you two are basically soul mates. The way I’ve heard her talk about you? The fact that we’re even here now? Working for you when she needed a break and I needed an out?” She let out a weary sigh, her gaze settling in the distance as Nic suddenly came to rest his head in her lap. “All I want is for someone to look at me the way you look at her when you think nobody’s watching.”

“Oh Casey..” Beth’s voice softened, squeezing at the younger woman’s hand, “there’s someone out there for you, believe me. I know it might not feel like it right now, but you’ve been going through an incredibly rough patch. Believe me…when it feels like the world is turning its back on you, there’s a light waiting around the corner. I would know.”

“Oh fuck..” Casey swore, burying her face in her hand, “I’m sorry. Here I am complaining about meaningless shit while your entire livelihood is on the line.”

“We all fight our own battles.” She chuckled softly before taking a hefty sip of scotch. “I’ll warn you now though, don’t get any more involved in politics than you currently are.”

“Definitely not planning to. How’re things looking? If…I’m allowed to ask.”

“I have faith in my legal team.” Beth replied with a wink, “y/n has a knack for being able to track down dirt on people that would shock the public, and it always comes with the proper evidence. And Dunbar? She may not always play by the rules but she’s fucking ruthless. It’s part of how she made solicitor general so quickly. I’m sure you’ll end up meeting her tomorrow.”

“You trust her?”

“Enough that she’s even my decoy. We’ve worked alongside each other for years, and I know I’m the last back she’ll stab the knife into. She wants my seat when my term is up, not that she’s let anyone else in on that tidbit.”

“Okay. As long as you’re sure the right people have your back.”

“I am.” Beth smiled softly. Nic shifted, moving the few steps over to her as he pawed at her leg, letting out a low whine, “oh are you deciding to be needy now?” She asked with a chuckle.

“I can take him. I know you must’ve had a long day.”

“It’s fine.” She waved her off, “to be honest I need a fucking cigarette right now.” She pushed off the couch, depositing her glass in the sink, “don’t…mention that to y/n though.”

“I won’t.” Casey laughed.

“Help yourself to more scotch, remember you’re more than encouraged to make yourself at home.”

“Yes M’am.”

Beth chuckled, shaking her head at Casey playfully as she collected everything she needed, coaxing Nic out the door with her. After the day she’d had she really did need to clear her head, and the cool evening air would at least help with that. As calm and collected as she’d been with Casey, she truly was beyond furious, and extremely worried.

She had begun to wonder if she simply stepped down, withdrew from the race if that would be enough, and this so called witness would disappear and everything related to this case would just vanish into thin air. Though…if these were the same people who had wanted her dead two years ago, they probably wanted her more than just out of office. Taking a shaky pull of her smoke she started to kick herself for hiring you for the position of her attorney, she’d just been trying to offer you an out, get some more time together privately before her next term. Instead she’d pulled you into an incredibly stressful situation where there was no doubt you were about to be so buried in work you’d barely be taking care of yourself. She knew you’d do whatever you could to get her out of it, and wouldn’t rest until you found the solution. She made a mental note to keep as much of an eye on you as she could over the next few months, the last thing she wanted was to accidentally take you down with her. You still had a career waiting back in New York, she refused to have you fall on your sword for her, no matter how much you loved her.

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The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 7/?

Word Count: 3.5k

Author’s Note: Y/N - Your Name, A/N Any Name (your best friend’s name), (Name) - your ex’s name !genderneutral (Don’t use a DC character! Y/N hasn’t dated any other DC character!) :)

3.5k words, my god. And they’ve still only known each other for 4 days and we’re on part 7. I do not know how to finish this.

Lol, Enjoy!

Warnings: Swearing, Heated moments, There is French in this one, No beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Falling asleep in Jason’s arms after that escapade the two of them pulled the night before was something magical to say the least. Of course, they only got like 5 hours of sleep before they had to wake up and get out, at risk of Y/N being caught in the building, although the thrill of it excited the both of them deeply, but that’s obvious. They liked breaking the rules already.

Riding back home seemed a lot less like a journey to her this time, she just wanted to spend more time with Jason, but he had work and she didn’t want to hang out at Wayne Enterprises. She’d probably go to the library today, she didn’t know exactly what she’d do today, but she always thought that was the most exciting thing ever. “I don’t know what I’m even going to do tomorrow,” one of her friends asked when she moved to Gotham, ‘How exciting!’ she answered.

That friend said the next day she ran through the streets of Metropolis with her arms outstretched like a kid, and she did it in Y/N’s honor. “I told you!” she said, “How exciting that sometimes you never know what you’re going to do tomorrow!”.

These thoughts swirled in her head as Jason drove her back home when, like clockwork, like it was out of a movie, he said,

“I have no idea what I’m even going to do today.”

She laughed, “I always say ‘How exciting!’ when someone says that to me.”

“Really?”

“One of my friends back home, when I gave her that advice, she then spent the next day running around the city with her arms outstretched in my honor, it was apparently one of the more fun things she’s ever done, so” she paused, “I really mean it. how exciting! The possibilities are endless, are they not?”

“Well, not really, I have work to do,” he frowned.

“So own it. Make the office your bitch. Take charge, take lead.”

“Why not?” he said in agreement.

“Why the fuck not.”

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Jason walked her to her door, “Won’t you be late?” she asked,

“Dad knows where I am, I don’t think I’ll have my ass handed to me.”

“You never know,” she laughed.

He laughed too and slightly pecked her lips. He wanted more, he was hungry for more out of that kiss, but work and life gets in the way of their relationship, and he really whined when he had to break away, but she laughed at it.

“Slow your roll Tiger, one day,” she mused.

“You say that like you don’t want more.”

“This isn’t about me,” she retorted, “So, shut up, respectfully.”

He laughed and kissed the back of her hand, “You have a thing for doing that, huh?” she joked.

“I literally don’t know how to answer that, I think I’m losing my touch with flirting,” he joked back.

“Okay, okay, you need to get going now.”

“Fine! You want to get rid of me so badly, I get it,” he joked and walked back to the car and she waved him off. She hated that time he left, a lot. She knew it was healthy to take a day’s break if they’ve been on 3 back-to-back dates, but that didn’t mean she liked it.

She opened her door and walked in, thinking A/N was asleep so she wouldn’t be barraged for her hair being a mess, but, boy oh boy, was this girl waiting for her to get home.

“What happened? Why’s your hair a mess? Oh my god, did you have sex?” she asked.

“No, but we kissed, will you take that as information while I shower or do you want all the details now?”

“You can shower, you can shower. I’m not that needy.”

“Yes you are,” Y/N joked and went to go shower.

And like she always did, she opened her phone and looked at the news before answering her friends,

Millionaire’s Son, Jason Todd's Girlfriend’s Name Revealed!

She laughed, cause it wasn’t her name. She didn’t think he was seeing anyone else, and they used her picture, so she knew they just fucked it. She forwarded the article to Jason with the caption ‘ Fuckin’ idiots’ .

She then answered Artemis, who asked Did you two kiss? Dick’s up my ass about it ‘cause he knows we’re friends.

I want to take that out of context so badly. She joked with Artemis.

I knew this man had a terrible name that would come to haunt me, but did ‘ya kiss?

Yeah we did. Get Dick out of your ass, though, that’s weird, you have a boyfriend and he has a girlfriend.

Shut up, you’re not funny.

I’m pretty funny.

You are but I’m not going to admit that, girl.

And one of her old friends had texted her, it was someone who Y/N had seen off and on the past few years, they were polite, but she didn’t exactly want to speak to her ex.

Hey.

(Name)? What do you want?

Saw you in the news with the rich boy, guess we’re over?

We have been over for like 5 months, my guy. 

Bitch.

Okay!

People from her hometown were noticing her in the articles and recognizing her. Some would think this is the coolest thing that someone they loved met a nice boy, the money a bonus, some would give her the reaction her ex did, but she knew she was days, hours, maybe minutes away from her parents finding out about her love affair with Jason.  

She shuddered at the thought, she loved her parents, a lot, but something told her that maybe they wouldn’t did Jason to be like she found him. She also knew she could be overthinking it entirely and they’d like the Criminal Psych Major that she knew all-too-well.

But overthinking was fun, apparently. And she couldn’t stop thinking the worst of so much.

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When she got changed and just threw on whatever the fuck she saw, she went out to go talk to A/N.

“Hey, nerd. I’m done,” Y/N said.

“Nerd? You’re the one dating the bookworm and  you’re in criminal psychology,” she joked.

“Ha, ha. So, how are things with your lover? Have you secured him yet or are you just doing your own thing still?”

“Still just doing our own thing, don’t really have the time to date while getting my degree and working.”

“I mean, if it works for you I can’t throw judgment.”

“What about Jason? How’re things with you two?”

“You ever seen the Wayne Enterprises Ballroom before?”

“In pictures, why- Don’t tell me he took you there you lucky bitch?!”

“Then I just wont tell you,” she laughed.

“The Ballroom? Oh my god, that’s crazy, he's really pulling out all the stops to make you smile, huh?”

“I would do the same if I had more to offer, but I have barely anything since I bought that place in the dance competition across the country,” she said.

Y/N had bought a place in this competition before she met Jason, and she was heading to it on Saturday, in two days, and she actually had practiced the routine during downtime between her and Jason. She hadn’t exactly told Jason about this, and Jason had asked why she looked strained and like her muscles hurt, but that just never seemed like something you share with your casual partner, to her. She never seemed like her casual competitions were worth anything. A/N had begged to differ since Y/N had met her.

A/N said that Y/N had talent, that she could go somewhere, Y/N saw it as an extra circular that didn’t affect her much. She wasn’t the type of brag, and all her trophies were back home with her parents, anyway.

“Have you told him about your,” insert A/N’s heavy sarcasm, “’Casual’  competitions, yet?”

Idk what the hell happened with that line ya love to see it

“I’ll send him a quick text about it, I guess,” she sighed and sent just a quick, Hey, can’t have a date on Saturday-Sunday, forgot to tell you but I’m going to Cali for a quick dance competition, lol. My bad, shoulda said something.

“Why are you like this, be proud of your accomplishments, dammnit!”

“It’s a casual competition!”

“And you’re talented! I’m this close to just showing him videos of you going at it,” she said, exasperated.

“He already knows, we danced in the Ballroom.”

“Oh my lord,” she laughed, “You’re an enigma, if I had your amount of trophies I wouldn’t be hiding it.”

“Im’ not hiding it! It just kind of never came up.”

And he texted back, Oh damn, are you at least going to kill it? You better, I want to show the live broadcast to my family and brag.

She laughed, “See!”, she exclaimed, showing A/N the texts, “He doesn’t care like you do, nerd.”

A/N laughed, “Sure he doesn’t. Do you want to go to lunch, by the way? I’m bored off of my ass.”

“Sure, why the fuck not.”

“Go get dressed then, and I’ll do the same.”

“Okay okay, meet up in 10?”

“Yes ma’am.”

And off they went.

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Y/N texted back Jason for a quick minute before getting dressed, Of course I’m going to kill it, my notes aren’t a representation of my dancing skills.

Well, I hope you win something. And text me. But mainly win something.

Of course I’ll text you, Jay. It gets boring at competitions.

You should go to a Wayne Gala then, god damn, those fuckin bastards are the most boring events this side of America.

Well maybe you’ll invite me one day.

I’ll probably have to if you show up on National TV. The press will finally know your name.

I hope I’m not on National TV then. Fuck the press.

Fuck the press indeed.

Since Y/N didn’t feel the need or want to dress up, she didn’t. Quick shirt and jeans and she was out the door. Sometimes she would dress up for lunch dates with her friends, just because she was bored as fuck and dressing up was fun, but she just didn’t want to do it today. Combat boots, jeans and a shirt were enough most days. You don’t have to be a model just because the press knows your face, she thought, you don’t.

“Who’s driving?” A/N asked.

“I can if you want. I don’t mind,” Y/N said as they walked to the beat up car they loved so much. It was nothing compared to the Porsche she had been in the night before, but it was still running, and you don’t fix something that ain’t broke.

“Maybe your boyfriend will buy you a new car,” A/N joked.

“If anything, he’d buy me a new computer, since mine is getting mailed to me and you’re going to love hearing the sounds that bitch makes,” she retorted.

“Is it bad?”

“Terrible. My sister called it a screaming electronic goat once,” she laughed, “I hate that fucking thing. But if it ain’t broke-”

“Don’t fix it, I know.”

“Exactly.”

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For some reason, they decided in the car to go to McDonald's, because hey, it’s not like Y/N is on a  dance diet or anything. She wasn’t, because she didn’t want to starve herself for the sake of winning a competition. That was even her thought process as she was younger and more vulnerable to her teachers, she always told them she’d never do that. Years later, she still stuck to that mindset.

They got out of the car and like fucking clockwork, the press was in her face.

“You! The girl with no name, Jason Todd’s girlfriend!”

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” she whispered under her breath, “How do they always find me!”

“Tell us about yourself! Are you serious with Jason? How do you feel about his family? How-”

But then she had an idea,

“Quoi? Je parle pas l’Anglais? Qu’est-ce-que vous voulez?” she said, using her bilingual skills to her advantage.

“What? No I mean-”

“Pas de l’Anglais! Désolé mes amis!” and she ran off into the McDonald's with A/N.

“Did you just speak French to get them off your ass, you genius?”

“Spoke very broken French because I wasn’t thinking, but yeah, I did that.”

“I forget you’re multi-talented sometimes, you have a lot hidden under your belt and I try to treat you like a normal person but you’re far from it.”

“I appreciate you for trying, but I think with my new love affair, you aren’t going to get far with those attempts anymore, sorry,” she joked.

Jason texted her, Did you just speak French to avoid the press?

How do you know about that?

We were watching the news during a meeting and they said that you spoke French.

You got to do what you got to do to get by.

That is literally the most genius thing I’ve heard of anyone doing in so long. I think you’ve truly bamboozled them for a while and they might hop off of your back for a while.

You think so? ‘Cause I really hope that’s the case.

My siblings think it’s hilarious, and no one’s leaked that you are just joking with the press, so yeah, they might actually leave you alone.

Let’s fucking go. That is the news of the 21st century.

4 days of knowing each other and you’ve flipped off the press twice, outran them with me once, hid in the Wayne Enterprises Building with me and you’ve spoken French to bamboozle the press. That is impressive.

I feel like the press is going to hate me one day.

Probably. But they also hate most of us most days.

You should probably get back to work.

Yeah, talk to you soon.

She put her phone away and went to stand with A/N, who was waiting for their food.

“Talking to your lover?” she joked.

“When am I not doing that?”

“That’s valid.”

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Going on a lunch date with A/N made a little bit of the harassment just better. They both bonded over how they hated the press before her love affair with Jason, and how their opinions wouldn’t change much unless, knock on wood, one of them went missing. Y/N told her about all the cases where the press and the internet did so much to solve cases around the world, love or hate the press, they did do a lot for solving crime.

She also told A/N that Jason was related to Dr. Barry Allen and Clark Kent, two people the two of them knew well because of the news and the fact that A/N knew Y/N when she wanted to go into forensics and was reading Dr. Barry Allen’s work.

When her mother texted her.

Y/N? Is that you in the press running around with Jason Todd?

Yeah mum, why?

Are you two in a serious relationship?

No mum.

Then why are the vultures so obsessed with you, says your dad.

‘ Cause you two made a pretty girl and he’s high up in the world, I guess, I don’t know. I don’t really like the press.

I can tell. We’re not mad at you honey, but be careful. And your dad says when you two get serious he needs to take Jason fishing.

He doesn’t speak French, mum.

Dad says he’ll work on his English for you.

Well tell everyone I love them, mum.

She panicked a little bit, her parents were nice when they wanted to be, but they were strict, why wouldn’t they be. So this, while being a welcomed surprise. was still a little panicky.

“Your  parents find out?”

“Yeah, they seem chill with it though.”

“Bing in the press sucks when you’re trying to keep your love life out of your parents' eyes, huh?”

“You could say that again,” she joked.

“Being in the press sucks when you’re-”

“I didn’t mean literally!” they laughed.

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Back at Wayne Enterprises, Jason was betting bombarded by his colleges, friends and family about Y/N and how she was able to get around the press’ constant harassment without flaw. And also because Bruce had seen the two enter the building at around 12am the night before. So Jason was called into Bruce’s office that day.

“1, I know everyone is bombarding you, so you can hide out here, son, 2, you and Y/N didn’t have sex in your office right?”

“God no, dad. We just hid here because security is tight as fuck and unable to get past.”

“I saw you two kissing on the cams and heading into your office, Jay.”

“Okay, okay, but we didn't have sex and the intentions were there, dad!”

“Uh huh, pretty girl in your, my, car.”

“Dad, stop it,” he joked.

“Well, her little shenanigans with the press are very amusing, have you told her that?”

“I have.”

“She’s basically not afraid to tell them what we all think.”

“That’s what I said, dad.”

“Well, hold onto that one and don’t let her go.”

“Do you regret doing that with Talia?” Jason asked.

“God no, she’s insane. The son I got out of her antics is literally her spitting image, so if I need to be reminded of her I can just go talk to Damien for a couple minutes.”

“Dami’s a lot like you too, don’t act like his personality is just Talia, he acts like his dad in every aspect and you know that.”

“Lord help any woman or man that kid goes on to date, my god,” the two of them laughed. It was the small things with Bruce that made Jason happy to be a Wayne, even if he didn’t share the last name. Jason grew up on the streets and even before that, his mum and dad didn’t have a lot of money, so the amounts of money that Bruce could shower on him was a lot, but he was okay with just working for his money. And Bruce knew that.

He spent a lot of his workday in Bruce’s office, hiding from the rest of the office, and texting Will.

She knows about your kid.

Well, she’s a good kid. I’m glad you’re bragging about her, means I raised her right.

Shut up. I love that little girl and I’ve helped raise her, Will.

You’re used to my new name?

I changed your contact to Will when you changed your name, so I could remember that that’s your name now and not Roy. I’m hoping I remember it in person though. It would be awkward if I forgot my best friend’s name.

It would be funny to look back on, though.

Like how your relationship with Jade is funny now?

Never stick your dick in crazy.

I wish you would have listened to that sometimes, but then I remember Lian is amazing.

I’m a cliché of dumb choices, what can I say Jaybird.

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In Y/N’s house, she would always play loud and sad music when she had the chance, some people thought her mental state was fucked, which sometimes it was, but most of the time the sad music went harder than the happy tunes you would catch from the other side of the house.

But even if music was blasting the loudest it could ever be, somehow she would still find herself lost in her thoughts, whether it was new dance routines or a story she would scribble down in her dream journal. there was something about those little fits of artistic passion she would experience from time-to-time.

It’s hard to put into words how those moments reminded her of the simplier times before sh was thrust into stardom, but also how they reminded her of Jason, and untouched mind she longed to know further. She knew there was so much more to the boy she had gone on dates with.

She would end up ignoring her phone for most of the rest of that day, just because she wanted peace and quiet, when A/N’s lover came over and she had to turn the music up louder so she wouldn’t be disrupted by the obvious.

I just got off of work, how are you? How’s your day been? Jason had texted Y/N while she ws turning up the music.

Well, I just had to turn up my music because my roommate’s lover is over, but other than that I’ve been enjoying peace and quiet in my room, waiting for something to do.

Is texting me something to do?

Yes.

That’s sweet of you. Work was boring though so I hope you don’t expect a story.

I don’t, don’t worry. You don’t always need a story for something to do.

Well, I’m going home with my brothers and dad, and we’re probably going to play office chair racing because I’m a bad boy.

You’re a bad boy?

Was that not funny?

It was pretty funny, isn’t that dangerous though?

Yeah actually, my brother broke his leg playing it and another time my little sister broke her leg playing it.

It seems fun but like, damn, two people have gotten injured playing that game, y’know.

Well if I die it’ll be a fun story!

[ricciardosheart]

Come back Home - Robert Lewandowski ft. Mats Hummels

warning -> some anger, hate ends well , some smut (very little) and lots of love

WELL AS I WAS WALKING DOWN THE STREET I HEARD A FAMILIAR VOICE CALLING MY NAME

" HANNAH !!!" I TURNED TO SEE IT WAS MATS HUMMELS. I DID NOT WANT TO SPEAK TO HIM NOW. I DON'T HATE HIM BUT NOT WAS NOT THE BEST TIME.

MATS WAS MY CLOSEST MALE FRIEND HE KNEW EVERYTHING ABOUT ME AND I KNEW EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM, BUT THIS FRIENDLY CLOSENESS MADE CATHY UNCOMFORTABLE ANYWAY HE WAS THE ONE I WOULD CALL AT 3 A.M. AND HE WOULD COME TO MY RESCUE AND I TOO WOULD DO THE SAME TO HIM. BUT HE SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME THE TRUTH

"HANNAH WAIT !!" MATS FINALLY CAUGHT UP WITH ME. " HE DID NOT MEAN TO DO IT "

" SO HE MEANT TO PUT IT IN HER BAG " I BLURTED OUT

"YOU KNOW HE DID NOT HAVE SEX WITH HER," HE SAID

REALLY MATS NOW I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING SOMEONE TOLD ME THE HE DID YOU TELL ME DID NOT. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON NOW PLEASE TELL ME THE TRUTH MATS " I SHOUTED WHILE HE TRIED TO SHUSH ME BECAUSE WE WERE OUT IN PUBLIC AND THIS COULD GET INTO THE MEDIA'S EYES.

"LET ME TAKE YOU TO A CAFE WE WILL DIT AND TALK. IS THAT FINE ??" HE ASKED WITH HIS DUMB PUPPY DOG EYES.

I AGREED SO WHEN HE ASKED ME WITH HIS SUPER CUTE POUT-PUPPY DOG FACE.

IF YOU GUYS ASK WHAT HAD ROBERT DONE THAT WA SOO BAD. WAIT LET MATS AND I TELL YOU GUYS

MATS ORDERED HIS COFFEE AND I ORDER A DOUBLE SHOT

"SO TELL ME WHAT STORY YOU HAVE HEARD," HE ASKED

" SO WE WERE SUPPOSED TO GO TO ST. BARTS LAST WEEKEND AND I HAD CHARTERED A PLANE AND BOOKE THIS VILLA OVERLOOKING THE SEA AND I HAD DONE THIS ALL IN MY MONEY "

I SAW MATS EYES LIGHT UP. I DID NOT EARN SO MUCH AS TO ENJOY MY WEEKEND IN ST. BARTS IN SOUTHERN FRANCE AND TRAVEL IN A PRIVATE JET AND PARTY LIKE THIS. MATS KNEW THIS.

"WE HAD TO GO THERE AND THIS WAS A SURPRISE FOR ROBERT WHEN I TOLD HIM HE TOLD ME THAT HE WAS OUT ON NATIONAL DUTY THIS WEEKEND WHICH MEANT HE HAD TO GO TO POLAND FOR SOE FOOTBALL DUTIES SO I WAS HEARTBROKEN BUT I WAS LIKE OKAY HE WAS NOT DOING IT DELIBERATELY,SO I CANCELLED IT FINE AND THEN ON SUNDAY I SEE HE HAS LEFT THE CLUB WITH ZUZANNA BIOJOCH. I DID NOT TELL HIM ANYTHING ON MONDAY WHEN HE RETURNED, I DID NOT WANNA RUIN HIS MOOD. SO I PUT THE STORY PAST ME AND WE EVEN HAD SEX ON TUESDAY AND WEDNESDAY AND CUDDLED BUT HE NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT HER. I KNOW WE HAVE JUST STARTED OUR DATING LIFE AND HE SHOULD KNOW NOT TO MAKE MISTAKES BECAUSE I WONT TRUST HIM IF HE DOES ."

MATS SIGHED.

" WHAT YOU HAVE HEARD IS ALL THE TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH. BUT HANNAH GIVE HIM A CHANCE"

" BUT MATS HE SHOULD AT LEAST TELL ME THE TRUTH " I BLURTED OUT

" ALL I CAN TELL IS CATHY AND I TOO HAVE PROBLEMS NO MATTER HOW PERFECTLY OUR RELATIONSHIPS PORTRAYED. BUT THE REASON WE ARE STRONG IS THAT WE USE LOVE AS A MEDICINE TO GROW " HE SAID

" USING MY OWN SENTENCES AGAINST ME IS IT NOW," I SAID

" WELL IF IT HELPS I AM HAPPY," HE SAID GIVING ME A LONG HUG

" HANNAH PLEASE I DID NOT MEAN TO. TO " ROBERT SAID

" TO WHAT ROBERT ??? TO HAVE SEX, LISTEN I DON'T REALLY HAVE TIME SO CUT THE SHIT AND LEAVE ME ALONE " I RETORTED BACK

"LISTEN IF YOU HAD NOT BROKEN UP WITH ME I WOULD HAVE NOT GONE TO POLAND," HE SAID

"SO WHAT NOW ITS MY FAULT ALWAYS BLAME IT ON ME . SO MALE-ISH" I SAID

I IMMEDIATELY FELT PAIN IN MY LOWER ABDOMEN ONLY TO SEE IN SOME TIME BLACKOUT.

[ 3 HRS LATER ]

I WOKE IN THE HOSPITAL ALL DRIZZY AND BLURRED VISION

GOD WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO ME I WAS SOO SCARED BECAUSE I KNEW EXACTLY THIS HAD HAPPENED TO ME

AND IF ROBERT CAME TO KNOW WHAT SHE HAD DONE TO HERSELF AND HE KNEW HE WAS THE REASON HE WOULD KNOW THAT I STILL LOVED HIM AND WANTED TO BE TOGETHER.

WHICH WAS TRUE BUT I WAS TRYING TO PLAY HARD TO GET IT, HE NEEDS TO KNOW THAT I AM NOT A TOY.

SO ANYWAY HE DID TAKE ME HOME AND I COULD SEE HE WAS PISSED BUT I WAS A LOVESICK GIRL AND I WANTED (NEEDED) HIM, BUT MY EGO WAS COMING AND RUINING EVERYTHING

HE LITERALLY PUSHED ME HARD ON THE BED AND I WAS SCARED BECAUSE ROBERT LEWANDOWSKI PISSED ME NOT GOOD.

SO AFTER PUSHING ME ON THE BED HE STARTED TO WALK OUT CURSING IN POLISH AND I SOON HEARD PLATES AND GLASSES SHATTERING. SCARY

I DID NOT HAVE THE STRENGTH TO GET UP SO I PUT ON SOME MUSIC AND SLEPT.

[SMUT WARNING]

SO I GOT UP AND LOOKED AT THE TIME IT WAS 6:30 P.M. I HAD TO GET HOME.

SO I STARTED PACKING UP AND SOON LOCKED THE ROOM AND WENT DOWN AND SAW BLOOD, REALLY SCARED I WENT UP TO THE WASHROOM AND THERE HE WAS THE GREEK GOD BENEATH THE SHOWER ALL NAKED DANCING, I WALKED UO TO HIM AND SAW HIS HAND AND STARTED CHECKING FOR ANY CUT BUT NONE WERE THERE AND SURPRISED I ASKED HIM WHAT HAD HAPPENED. HE GAVE ME THE POUTY FACE I KNEW THAT HE HAD BROKEN MY SENSOR BLANCS .

I WAS FURIOUS I WANTED TO KILL HIM. HE KNEW I SPENT MY WHOLE SALARY ON THE BOTTLE OF WINE AND I HAD SAVED IT FOR MY WEDDING DAY BECAUSE I HAD WAITED FOR 15 MONTHS SO THAT MY PERSONAL BOTTLE MAY BE FILLED AND BLESSED BY MULTIPLE PRIESTS AND BOUND IN A SACRED CLOTH^^^^^^[ OK I BELIEVE IN SUCH THINGS]****

ANYWAY, I WAS SOO PISSED AT HIM I WANTED TO SLAUGHTER HIS SOUL. SO BACK TO THE WASHROOM

I PUSHED HIM AGAINST THE WALL AND SLAPPED HIS FACE MULTIPLE TIMES AND I WAS IN NO MOOD TO LISTEN TO HIS EXPLANATION.

" ROBERT I ALWAYS THOUGHT THERE WOULD BE A DAY WHEN WE COULD FIND A WAY BACK INTO THIS RELATIONSHIP BUT NOW THERE IS NO WAY," I SAID

HE PUSHED AGAINST THE WALL IN ONE SWIFT MOTION THAT DID NOT SCARE ME BUT I FLINCHED

"ARE YOU TELLING THAT THIS RELATIONSHIP IS ONE WINE BOTTLE?" HE SAID

"NO ROBERT THAT BOTLLE WAS FOR OUR WEDDING IT WAS IMPORTANT BUT YOU BROKE IT AND YOU KNEW ABOUT HOW IMPORTANT THE WINE WAS TO ME," I SAID PUSHING HIM OFF

"GOODBYE ROBERT," I SAID

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[SIX MONTHS LATER ]

IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY AND I WAS SAD BECAUSE IT WAS SAD THAT I LEFT ROBERT AND I WAS LONELY I DON'T WANNA BRAG BUT MY FRIENDS HAD PLANNED A PARTY IN THE EVENING AND THEY ALSO CALLED AT 12:00 A.M. SO I SLEPT UNTIL 7:00 A.M. AND I DID NOT WANNA GET OUT OF BED, BUT I FELT LIKE SOME INE HAD BROKEN INTO THE HOUSE SO I WENT OUT AND SAW THAT

THE ENTIRE HOUSE WAS FILLED WITH ROSE BUNDLES AND I DID NOT EXPECT IT TO BE ROBERT

I WAS SOOO SURPRISED WHEN HIS HANDS TOUCHED MY WAIST I SQUEALED

"ROBERT I AM SOO SORR-" I STARTED BUT I WAS SOON CUT OFF AS HE KISSED ME SOOO PASSIONATELY I HAD NEVER FELT THAT WAY, I LITERALLY LOST TRACK OF WHAT I WAS THINKING HE SLOWLY PICKED MY LEGS UP AND WRAPPED IT AROUND HIS WAIST. HE WALKED INTO THE HALL AND SAT ON THE SOFA WITHOUT BREAKING THE KISS. I SOON LET GO AND LAID MY HEAD ON HIS CHEST.

HE STARTED TO SPEAK

" HANNAH I MISSED YOU SOO MUCH THE LAST YEAR I MISSED YOUR TOUCH, I MISSED YOUR BRIANY ASS TRYING TO MAKE ME LOVE PHYSICS AND YOU COOKING AND I REALISED HOW MUCH I NEED YOU AND HOPE YOU LIKE THIS SMALL GIFT I HAVE "

"HERE TAKE THIS," HE SAID

HE GAVE ME THIS BASKET IT HAD 2 BOTTLES OF SENOR BLANC'S WITH MY NAME ON IT AND ALSO 2 TICKETS TWO ITALY GOD I LOVE THIS MAN

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"Remember: Life is short, break the rules (they were made to be broken) Forgive quickly, kiss slowly Love truly, laugh uncontrollably And never regret anything that makes you smile. The clouds are lined with silver and the glass is half full (though the answers won't be found at the bottom) Don't sweat the small stuff, You are who you are meant to be, Dance as if no one's watching, Love as if it's all you know, Dream as if you'll live forever, Live as if you'll die today" ~ James Dean

ONE OF THE ACTORS AND ONE OF HIS BEST QUOTES

[thequeenb]

The Devil's Tango

Poppy x MC

Warning: Smut

Poppy straddles my lap and my breath catches. She could certainly sit on a chair, she has chairs doesn't she? Yes there is one right there, why did she--

"Hm, your makeup looks decent but i will be glad to wipe it off" Poppy says running a make up wipe across my face smoothly and honestly? She is so gentle my heart might explode. She is focused on her task but all i can focus on is her beautiful sight

What is actually happening? But of course i have no time to process anything

"This is a lot, i don't think we have that much time to go through all of them?" I ask and she rolls her eyes

"Of course not Farmsville. My cousin from Korea sent me a package with the finest skincare products and honestly? You could use some"

Ugh even with her on top of me she is being sarcastic. A part of me screams to get up and leave but her body is warm against mine and her expensive perfume makes my senses dizzy

"Let me know if it burns" she casually says and i open my mouth to protest and of course she ignores my attempts. I close my eyes ready to feel pain but its actually so refreshing

"Wow..it doesn't burn its.. actually amazing" i say stunned

"Then you are welcome, skincare routine doesn't exist in your life huh?"

Wow. For the first time i don't care about her attitude, for the first time i am so overwhelmed by what's happening that I don't have time to process how i feel because my mind goes blank and all i can think of is ripping her clothes off

I lock eyes with her and i see her questionable expression. Her eyes are dark with desire and this is the most sexy thing i have seen in months. I want to say something, break this awkward silence but instead i grip at her hips hard, pressing our bodies together

"Oh? Is that why you have been quiet?" She raises her eyebrow and gosh i feel like i cant even respond to something that simple.

Without a second thought i lean forward capturing her lips with mine and oh my, they are so soft and glossy. Her cherry lipgloss leaves a sweet taste in my mouth and I can't stop myself

Suddenly she pulls back and i shudder at the loss of contact but then i notice how Poppy's eyes sparkle under the lights

"Are you sure you can handle me Farmsville?"

Honestly i have no idea but she is on top of me like a greek goddess and even though my mind screams no, my body screams yes! And thats exactly what comes out of my mouth

"Yes, bring it on"

As soon i say these words Poppy and i undress eachother falling back in the soft mattress. She pins my hands above my head as she kisses me fiercely. Her tongue is dancing against mine, my lip is caught between her teeth but then again she pulls back smirking

"Stop being a jerk and kiss me" i manage to say breathless

Her eyes are eating me up and i haven't felt so sexy my whole life. She runs her warm palms up and down my thighs and i sigh happily

"I can't believe you hid this body underneath garbage" before i can even respond she reaches out in her nightstand and for a minute i think she is going to bail out

"Let's have fun shall we?" Is that? Poppy Min-Sinclair you kinky bitch. She is holding a pink vibrator in her hands with a smirk on her face. If you told me that i would be in Poppy's bed with her on top of me ready to fuck our brains out when i first got here i would have laughed at your face. But oh my, reality is sweet

I sit back completely at her mercy as she licks my neck. I hear a loud click and then i can feel the vibrator against my thighs. It's on the lowest mode because she is such a tease as always. She cups one of my breasts and nip at it hard as i moan loudly

"You have been a very bad girl Bea"

Did she just..?

I shudder against her and my mouth is open holding back a loud scream. The way she says my name is so addictive and needy. Her tone is teasing to a point my knees go weak

"Oh do you like when i say your name?" She bites my jaw as her free hand hold me firmly by the neck. I open my eyes and i watch her stare down at me like i am the most precious thing in the world

In response i arch up, grinding my hips against her and she closes her eyes in pleasure. She slowly guides the vibrator between my legs and when she connects where i need her the most i gasp

"Oh Poppy!" I scream but she is quick to kiss me hard. Our kisses are messy and passionate and it makes me wonder where this desire comes from

I reach for her underwear and she squeezes my neck tighter, gosh i am so wet for her. I place my hand underneath her panties and oh wow she is excited. I watch as she groan calling out my name with her melodic voice

"Oh Bea, yes" hearing my name come out from her lips makes me want to please her more. My hand works between her legs in rhythmical movements and i know she is on the edge

Soon we both shake as ecstasy takes over my whole body. I grab a fist full of her expensive sheets trying not to scream so loud. I say her name like a prayer and her eyes are hungry with desire.

She lays next to me and i really don't know what to say but i turn my head to face her regardless. She is bright red trying to control her breathing. She rests the vibrator on the nightstand and i watch her walk towards the bathroom, she doesn't say a thing but the open door is an open invitation.

I follow her and i watch her fill her extremely big bathtub with hot water and essential oils. Wow taking care of her self is no joke

I caress her back pulling her against me by the waist. I wrap my arms around her as she sighs "So that happened" she says dipping her feet in the bathtub to taste the water

I murmur against her neck lazily not wanting this to end. I came here to get dirt on her and i ended up doing the dirty with her. My mind is racing, rethinking how i feel about Poppy but then she gives me her hand pulling me towards the bathtub

I wash her back kissing her neck as i do so and she covers her face with her hands. Wow is she really shy? After what she did to me?

"You cant tell anyone about this" she whispers almost embarrassed but then she reaches behind holding one of my hands "Because they will not understand"

"I promise" i breath out focusing on massaging her shoulders

"No one stays after our hookup"

"I am not just a no one then" i smile thinking how many had the opportunity to see this side of Poppy but instead preferred to just use her for their desire

"You are lucky i wont upload this video of you making pig noises" she laughs freely and my hand freezes

"What now?" I go still wondering how much she had to dig to find something so bad about me

"Oh please, it was hilarious. Besides i told you i wont upload it"

So she really has that much power huh? She can find anything about anyone. For a moment i stay silent thinking her words carefully. I am trying to find something to give in that this is a trap but she is sincere and real with me and all i can do is smile at our progress

"Good. Because then i would had to leak your little hook up with Cl--" but she turns around throwing shampoo at me

"Ouch!" And just like that the bathroom is filled with our laughter and honestly? Poppy isn't that bad, at least behind closed doors and i cant wait to crack these ice walls down and see where this goes.

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[illfoandillfie]

Hey how are you? 😊 so this might sound a little cheeky but I've noticed a real lack of roger fic material out there and since its my birthday today (22 oh my god 😯) .. I was wondering if youre not busy .. perhaps you might like to write a little roger x reader smutty blurb for me please? 👉👈 only if you would like to of course 😁

oh happy birthday!! I hope it was a good one! Your lucky we like things a little cheeky on this blog and also any excuse to write rog smut lmao.

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You were on the road when you realised what day it was. Your grasp of time was spotty at best when you were travelling and Roger’s was completely hopeless without the set dates of a tour to keep him on track. And this trip was no tour. Just you and Roger, crossing a few European countries off your bucket list. You knew it was sometime before early June because that’s when you were due to switch accommodation but it took stopping in at a petrol station to know for sure. Roger refilled the rental car and you took the chance to stretch your legs, ducking inside the store. You were mentally weighing up whether you should buy more snacks or hold off until you reached the tourist spot you were planning on visiting when you saw the paper. A language you couldn’t understand but a few words jumped out and the date at the top of the paper. Your birthday. You found Roger as he finished paying for the fuel. 

“I’m 22 today.”

“What?”

“It’s my birthday Rog,”

He stopped with the key in his hand, a look of concentration on his face as if he were trying to wrap his head around a maths problem, “Shit, is it? Happy birthday love. I should have got you something.”

“Don’t worry, I totally forgot it was today too.”

“D’you want a keychain with your name on it becasue I think I could get one of them inside.” He pointed back to the dingy store with his thumb but you just laughed and shook your head as you climbed into the passenger seat. Roger started the engine once more and you took off. 

It was a peaceful drive, the radio playing recognisable pop music between bursts on conversation you couldn’t follow, fields of flowers passing by your window. It was wound down so your hair caught the breeze and you could smell the sweet aroma of the blooming fields muddled up with that of Roger’s last cigarette. You barely saw any other traffic, and what you did see was all headed in the opposite direction. 

“Y’know, we don’t have to go see this ancient ruin thing,” Roger suddenly said, “we could do something else.”

“What else is around here?”

“Well,” his hand came to rest on your thigh.

You chuckled, “I should have known. What got you going this time? The hills kinda look like boobs, is that it?”

“No, Jesus,” he laughed, “nothing like that. Just thought it could be a fun way to celebrate your birthday.”

“Oh yeah?” You were interested but didn’t want to give in too quickly, “You really wanna drive all the way back to the house without anything to show of our day just to have the sex we’d probably end up having before bed anyway.”

“Two things. One, that makes us sound like the sort of couple that only has very predictable and boring sex because they’re desperately trying to keep the magic alive. And two, I never said we had to turn back.” His hand was still on your thigh, slowly moving higher.

“And where would you want it then?”

“Up your arse if your offering.” he turned to throw you a wink and pulled his hand back to the steering wheel, “Side of the road works for me, if you’re into it. No one else around. We could just pop into the backseat, christen the rental. And then we turn around, stop in at that bakery we passed closer to town and pick up some cupcakes or pastries or whatever they have. Take it back to the house where we can sit in the sun and eat it, maybe with a glass of champagne. Have an afternoon nap. And then when you’ve got your energy back I can wear you out again.”

“That your idea of a birthday present?”

“I’ll even tie a bow around my cock if you like,”

“Well it sounds fun but I don’t think I want to fuck in this car. Lord knows how many other perverts have driven it before us.”

“So should I turn around then?”

“Pull over.”

Roger grinned as he did what you asked, pulling up onto the grass beside the road, under the shade of a tree. You stretched your arms over your head as you got out of the car.

“You up to jumping a fence, Rog? Fuck me amongst the flowers?”

“I’m not getting a bee sting on my arse again,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist. He let his hands fall to your arse and you expected him to kiss you. Instead you squealed in surprise as he picked you up and dropped you to sit on edge of the hood of the car. The quiet road was behind you as you leaned back on your hands, Roger’s fingers already unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down your legs.

“What if someone else uses this road?”

“They wont see us until they’re already passing us and then they’ll wonder if they saw us right. At worst we give someone wood while they drive.” He flung your jeans through the open door before finally leaning in to kiss you, smiling and eager. You snuck your hands down to grab his bum, giggling as his hips jolted forward.

“Ms needy,” he mumbled against your lips moving his hands down to his own pants, hastily undoing the fly and pushing them down to his knees.

“birthday, ‘m allowed,”

“s’pose,”

You let your legs fall open a little wider to accommodate Roger as he pulled your undies to the side and eased into you.

“Good girl, you okay?”

“Mmhmm, just,” you dropped your head forward onto his shoulder as you tried to adjust, “just give me a few seconds okay?”

“Take as long as you need love, the longer I get to be in your cunt the better,”

You groaned at that, louder than you meant but the road was still deserted so you didn’t mind. “fuck I – just fuck me Rog,”

“Yes ma’am,” his fist tightened suddenly in the back of your hair, pulling your head up so he could look at you as he pulled out a bit and then thrust back in. You gasped at the sensation, clutched at his shoulder to keep yourself steady as he repeated the motion again and again, gradually picking up the pace. Roger let you fall back against the hood, your back arching as you moaned for him. It left him free to push your legs even wider, to put more weight into each thrust, to rub your clit as he encouraged you to cum.

“That’s it love, sound so fucking hot. Gonna cum soon?”

“Y-yeah, yes,”

“Wanna feel you cum Y/N. T-then I’m – fuck – gon-gonna fill your tight f-fucking cunt, make you hold it all the wa-y home.”

Roger swore as you came, pulsing around him until he had no choice but to follow and make good on his promise. He leaned over you, one arm braced by the side of your head, as you both tried to breathe normally.

“You still with me love?” he asked softly, stroking your cheek until you opened your eyes again, “Ready to head back to the house?”

“Yeah, so ready,”

He dropped a kiss to your forehead before he carefully extracted himself from you. He pulled his pants up and then helped you with your underwear and gave you a hand to hop off the hood. You didn’t bother putting your jeans back on. Knowing Roger he’d try and make you cum again before you reached the bakery.

“Not how I expected today to go,” you laughed as Roger restarted the car and made a wide turn into the opposite lane.

“Think this might be a better plan than our original one.”

“Think you might be right,”

Roger laughed too, reaching over to give your thigh a quick squeeze, “happy birthday love.”

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A ROTTMNT Fanfiction: The Lucky One Chapter 1

Word Count: 4137

Summary: Leo has never considered himself to be unlucky, but when meets a young rabbit samurai wielding a bokken he wonders if luck is all its cracked up to be

Pairings: Whats zero times zero? MORE ZERO

[1]“Are you Miyamoto Usagi?”

 Those were the first words Katsuichi had ever said to him. At the time he had been a small child just shy of five years and half drowned by a rain storm determined to finish him off. The tree he had found refuge under was barely doing its job of keeping him somewhat dry. The storm had drove him to seek out shelter after a puddle, one that had failed to drown him had taken his sandal as collateral.

 Truth be told a wiser person wold of turned back, even a stupider person would of decided to go back. But there was nothing left for him back in the village. Except for his fathers grave and the pitying eyes of well meaning villagers.

Truth be told, any one fo them would of taken him in and he was sure he’d have a happy life with them.

 But to be thought of as a burden, even as young as he was, was unbearable.  

 That was the reason he didn’t answer immediately. He thought maybe one of the villagers had sent the man after him, but at the moment he was too tired to lie. All he could do was nod before pulling his knees under his chin o help preserve some warmth

 “There’s a lot of people worried about you little one.”

 “I’m not going back.” Usagi had been sure of that just as he had been sure he’d never have a say in the matter. His numb body and spirit had nothing left in him.

 There was a shuffling coming from the samurai in front of him,  but rather then drag him away by his ears, the samurai settled by his side ,sitting with his back to the tree. Curiosity got the better of Usagi and he finally glanced to the stranger.

 He had seen samurai before, his father had been one, but none like this. A tall lion with long red hair and matching beard that barely gives room for his eyes and mouth, wearing a for black silk kimono and a dark blue happi. Both were finer then any clothing he had ever seen but well cared for.

For a moment the two sat in silence, with nothing but the rain to fill the silence. Then the samurai spoke “I am sorry about your father. When I received word of his passing,, I cam as quick as I could.”

 At the time Usagi could only look at the lion samurai in confusion, he was sure he hand known all his fathers friends, “how did you know him?”

 “I  knew him from many years ago, . I made a promise that if anything happened to him I would look after you.”

 “I don’t want another father. I liked the one I had.”

 “As you should. You are a faithful son. You will be my student. Nothing more nothing less.”

 Usagi looked down to the ground. The rain had continued its onslaught since the samurai had joined him, and at this point it almost seemed like the world was drowning.

 What chance did he have other wise?

What choice did he have?

 Taking his silence as a answer ,the samurai  rose to his feet and Usagi with him. If he had known how far they’d be walking, he would of gone back for his sandal. But he kept silent. Through years of training, of living in isolation, and everything he kept silent.

 He would never allow himself to become a burden  

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Ten years later

  “Alright, you two, what are the rules?”

 Leo rolled his eyes, “I don’t know, ask Don he was listening.” He could hear Hueso grinding his teeth together but couldn’t be bothered to look up from Miscord, “Right D?” His brother was now giving him the same unamused look but he made sure to give him a smile before looking back to his phone, “Right?”

 “Yeah.”Don looked back to Hueso,” The rules are: Don’t’ leave Hueso’s side, don’t annoy Hueso, don’t’ say anything to anyone but Hueso. And don’t let Leo talk to anyone even Hueso.”

 That brought him back, “What?! Hey!” Leo glared at the skeleton, “I don’t remember that one.”

 “You didn’t remember any of them that’s the point.” Hueso jabbed a finer in his face,’ You didn’t even remember your portal sword. That I told you explicitly to bring”

  Leo puffed up his cheeks before crossing his arms, trying to ignore Donnie smirking at him , “Look I just wont talk to anyone.” He clearly lied, Ok, so he had left his sword implanted in Dad’s armchair, it wasn’t’ because  it was huge, bulky and tired of carrying it around (who could be sick of carrying around a giant portal sword that was almost bigger then most of his friends)but for other reasons that he didn’t have to justify to anyone, “I didn’t know we’d be going to the Mystic City! You’re the ones who supposed to have those toppings! I figured the most dangerous thing we’d be doing is

 “It is not my fault my restaurant ran out of those toppings hours ago and the only way to get more is front the market. And almost every time you go anywhere in the Mystic City you end up being chased by a mob.”

 “I thought Karlos picked up your groceries from the Market?” Donnie asked from disinterest, “and wait on tables, and deliver food.”

 “I need to get that kid a raise.” Hueso said to himself, “And apparently he’s got a weird form of rabies and tetanus  so he’s taking some time off. That is why if you REALLY want those toppings wer can only get them here, in the Mystic City Farmers Market. Now I will ask you two this ONCE. Is this all worth the hassle?”

 Leo glanced at his brother, and this time Donnie actually made eye contact, albeit nervous eye contact , with him. Making a quick agreement  as Don held his phone up higher and switching over to Raph’s number. Leo ducked in closer to be in the video lens. “Um, Mabye its better to show you?” Don gave him clear ‘the hell are you thinking?!’ Look before rolling his eyes back at him and pulling up his phone and pressing on Raph’s number, their brothers phone only rang for a moment before Raph’s desperate face filled the screen, “Don thank god where are you?! Do you have the toppings!? Are you outside!? Are you coming in!? Are you calling to tell me you’re in the kitchen and you’re about the bring it out?!”

‘Heeeyyy buddy.”  Leo squished his face by Don’s so he could be in frame, “Just want to check in on you, hows our sick wittle brover?”

 Raph’s face, which had been young and full of hope a week earlier fell further (Leo noted a plate going flying behind his head, “just checking in?!” Are you crazy?! Do you know what happens when I turn my back on Mikey-“ Raph gave a shriek and dropped the phone, in the background Leo could hear him yelling,” JUST PLAY DEAD POPS! MIKEY PUT THE FRIDGE DOWN!”  It took several seconds before Raph came back into view, judging by the wood behind Leo guessed he had crawled under a table, “Listen to me right NOW. Mikey’s already taken Dad hostage and is dominating the living room. He’s trying to conquer the kitchen next and I don’t know how much longer I can hold him off! My barricade isn’t  going to hold off forever!”

 “Michelangelo is about as intimidating as a wet kitten,” Hueso paused, “Wait, he threw the fridge-“

 Raph gave another shriek before he disappeared from sight followed by a dead tone.  Don put his phone away, “That’s why we need the toppings. Mikey has had a stomach flu all week and hasn’t been able to eat anything other then gluten free dry granola bars. If we don’t give him what he wants, he’s probably going to end up a orphan and a only child.”

  Hueso pinched his brow taking a few steps away cursing in Spanish. Leo could only catch a few snippets, of what he was saying but he was pretty sure Hueso was cursing him out. He couldn’t help but sigh and drop his head on Don’s shoulder watching the Yokai passing by with disinterest. He had heard Hueso mention the Mystic City Farmers Market a few times, normally with scorn and a complaint about “the price of Basilisk Cheese” or something. Hueso finally straightedges, out brushed his hands down the front of his suit and turned to look at them with a deep breath,”alright, but again follow my rules, don’t annoy me and we’ll be out before blood worm hour in the Pizza Restaurant.”

 Leo wasn’t sure he wanted to know what ‘blood worm’ hour was all about. But Hueso  was already walking into the crowd, (“don’t wander off!” Hueso yelled)  He gave his brother a shove on his battle shell to keep in him front , “Hey D?” He started, “I know I already asked you this, but are you going to be ok? If you can handle this I’ll just go with Hueso alone.”

“I’m not letting you go alone,I just.” Don took a deep meditative breath pressing his palms together, “We could of avoided this whole thing if we had just left the Lair on time.”

 “I know, I’m sorry.” He could admit fault sometimes. He just did always like doing it, “We’ll do this as quick as possible. In, out, and I’ll make it up to you I promise. I’ll buy you...” Leo though for a moment, bribery really was the best wa to deal with a stressed Don, “Three Jupiter Jim comics of your choosing.”

 Don gave him a long look, and for a sec Leo though this brother was too off with him to take his offer but Don sighed, ‘It’s fine I have my noise cancelling headphones, now immune to mystic energy, and three back ups. Plus my special noise canceling bandana Dad made me so I’m fine. Let���s just go.’”

 “Great! That’s my man!” Leo did a half skip sideways through the portal for the usual flash of blue before he ended  up on th either side a second later in a crowd of Yokai with Donnie by his side a a second later. Thankfully it wasn’t crowded as he was used to, but like any other time he had gone to the Underground city it was  the sheer number of different Yokai caught him off guard. None of them gave a glance to the two turtles that appeared out of no where. Leo made sure to check on his brother for a moment, “Ready D? Are you ok for splitting up? Who can ever find the creeepy toppings first owes the other five comics!” Rather then wait for Don to verify (or rightly accuse him of trying to weasel out of paying his comics) Leo ducked off.

 The last few times he had been here he didn’t really have the chance to look around stalls too closely. Now he could see that most of them held strange trinkets, like necklaces made necklaces out  of eyeballs and  flasks containing different swirling colors. And a crap ton of weapons that made him feel like he was in a ‘shop’ in a video game store.

 There was a bump on his shoulder and for a moment his vision was filled with starkingly white fur, “Sumimasen,”said the slightly shorter figure before moving past. Leo barely gave it another thought until something white  hanging of its head pricked him in the eyes, “ow!” Leo rubbed his eyes before half glaring at the person who passed him, “Long ass ears. “ he cursed lightly, was that a rabbit? He glanced for a moment. Yup a bright white rabbit who was already giving him no second thought.

 “Looking for something Kappa?”

 Leo drew his attention  to the vendor he had been getting ready to talk to, who somehow had more mouths then head, “Yeah buddy  my bone man, me and my bro are looking for some like weird worms with eyes that normally goes on pizza? You seen anyone who sells it?”

 The Vendor twisted its mouths for a moment, “Uh, not sure what a pizza is.”

 He narrowed his eyes, “You have a infinite amount of mouths and NONE of them have eaten pizza? You lead a. A sad life “ Don gave a half nod of agreement before going back to his wrist tablet. There was a yank on his mask and he found himself Stumbling back into Hueso’s face, “Why am I not surprised you ignored everything I said?”

 “Because its my charm?”Leo said with a big smile. Hueso opened his mouth, probably to tell him off or to threaten to drag him before something behind Leo caught his eye, “oh boy.” He said with the same tone he’d use whenever Leo enter the pizza joint. Leo turned around, glancing around trying to find the source of his concern. There was a Pirate Puppy Yokai, a Cat Cavalier Yokai, that white rabbit looking at a booth, and a yokai that was just a eyeball wearing a fedora. He was about to ask who Hueso was talking about but his eyes were fixated on the rabbit, “You mean Bugs Bunny over there?”

 “Karlos mentioned seeing a white rabbit the last few times he came here. He’s always here by himself which is not a good idea.”

 “Why not? We’re here by ourselves, and we’re fine. And you just said Karlos comes here alone.”

 “Its is not the same, you’re here with me. Trust me if you were alone you would of already had your shell stolen. And Karlos only comes down here on days I designate. As I said its not always safe here-“

 “What are you looking at boy!?” A loud voice shouted over the already loud crowd.

 The rabbit jumped nearly a foot in the air (literally and figuratively) not a that Leo could blame him, the yelling Yokai was some sort of Cyclops Octopus Yokai with fat arms and giant bat ears and looked as though he was the owner of the booth the rabbit had been standing at, “You’ve been here five times in the past two days, are you going to buy something or what?!”

“I-I-I um” the rabbit stuttered out before his arms magnetized to his side and he bowed in a Almost robotic manner,” I’m sorry please forgive me. I didn’t mean to cause you problems-“

“You’re causing me problems by taking up space!” The yokai suddenly grabbed the rabbit by the front of his shirt and yanked him close to his  face in a way Leo could tell he was very uncomfortable with, “Are you trying to steal from me boy!?It’d be the last thing you ever-“

 “OI.” Hueso shouted, finally shoving past a Yokai made of Play-do, “Berbi quit acting like a thug.”

 The Yokai, apparently Berbi, swung to look at him, “I know a thief when I see once Hueso. I’m not  a idiot.”

 “You have glaucoma Berbi, you think everyone is a thief.  Now go eat a candy bar and quit scaring off your real costumers.”

 Berbi glared hard Hueso with snarling broken teeth, but after a moment he flinch and  looked away with a snarl shoving the rabbit away  stomping back behind the curtain behind his booth. When Hueso started walking Leo followed him on autopilot. He was used to seeing Hueso dealing gang members and Big Mama he had almost forgot Hueso was capable of as much intimidation as anyone. Now that they were closer, he could see the the rabbit was his age, if a bit shorter. Wearing a short blue untucked kimono with a white obi and black pants (they were called hakamas right) and some sort of samurai sandals his ears tied back in a pony tail his fur was so fluffy that some of it stuck out on his scalp,  his bright pink eyes looking to them in concern as though he wasn’t sure what to do or expect from them. Instead he did as he did before and bowed, “Thank you, I’m sorry for causing you trouble as well.”He said with a soft Japanese accent

 “Do not thank me, are you here alone? Where are your parents?”

 The rabbit looked at him in surprise,”I-I’m not, I don’t-“ he looked away for a moment as though in shame

“If you don’t’ have parents, then I’ll take you to one of the shelters nearby.”

 “I’m-“ the rabbit froze, “I have a home. I’m just not there.”

 Hueso looked him hard,  causing the rabbit to avert his eyes. Leo could just remember that it was supposedly a sign of respect. Right? Atleast according to the Samurai Sam movies he had watched (not nearly as good as Jupiter Jim or Lou Jitsu but still enjoyable). He took a moment to glance around, don was no where in sight, hopefully finding the toppings they needed. They had a good enough signal  that Don would text him if he needed him-“

“Fine, go home boy. Before someone less pleasant then Berbi decides you’re a thief. You’re drawing too much attention to yourself and here that is dangers out. So go home rabbit,  go back to your family And I better not find you here again.” Hueso turned on his step and walked away. Leo turned after him, looking over his shoulder at the rabbit who was still staring at his feet, but the pain coming off him was enough even for him to notice, “dude, bone man wasn’t that a little mean?”

“No. Not mean. Just harsh. This isn’t a safe place for children to be hanging gout alone. Some yokai who come from neighboring villages like to make a bet out of coming here and seeing what they can get away with, I doubt he’s one of them but he needs to go where he belongs where he can be safe. IF my son were in this situation i would want someone to give him the same advice.’

Sometimes Leo forgot that Hueso was a dad, he had never actually met HUeso’s son, but in the few times he spoke of him and judging by the photo on the wall he loved his son dearly. Which was in no way a bad thing. But He looked back over his shoulder at the rabbit again. His whole body slumped as he turned and disappeared around the corner.

 He wasn’t sure what drove him to do it, but Leo stopped long enough to duck behind a large platypus yokai. Hopping Hueso wouldn’t notice his disappearance for too long. He glanced at his phone, Donnie had sent him a picture of some Creepy Toppings, atleast he had found some. They’d be gone in a few minutes but he didn’t’ want to leave yet.

  Leo ducked the way he had seen the rabbit go, with such a thick crowd he could only guess that the rabbit had ducked between two small buildings. The rabbit was ducked in the buildings shadow, leaning his forehead against the wall with a shadow cast over his face. Leo couldn’t tell if he was frowning or what, and a wiser person might of decided to leave it  be

 and yet

 Leo waved “Hey! Bunny man!” grinning as the rabbit once again metaphorically and physically jumped a foot in the air, looking as though his fur was on end, looking at him as though he was a car insurance salesman and not a overly cheerful rabbit, “what do you want?!” the rabbit asked not rudely, “I’m leaving just please leave me alone-“

 “Don’t let Bone man bother you, he’s a sweetheart. I just wanted to make sure you were ok.”

 The rabbit blinked at him, momentarily stunned “Y-yes I’m fine thank you for your concern but I must go .”

 “Oh come on don’t let Hueso scare you off, why don’t you come hang out with me and my bro-“his words were cut off by a sudden shove on his shell sent him hard  to the ground, his beak cracking against the ground and filing his mouth without blood, he went to raise his head again when something pressed hard on the back of his skull pressing his face hard on the ground

 “I knew you stole something! I knew it! you and this fish kid are working together!”  Leo couldn’t help but groan loudly at Berbi’s voice, “ Aw you again?! Go take a vitamin man-“ before his mouth was full of ground again

 “I- I haven’t stolen anything!” the rabbit said ,” Please don’t hurt him-“

 “Empty your pockets!”

 Oh boy, Leo was starting to see why Hueso didn’t want him or Don  coming here alone.From the lid of his eye he could barely see the rabbit feel around ,”All-all I have is a onigiri and some water-“

 “Then give me that thing you have at your waist!”

 The rabbit hesitated, before reaching for his obi, because Leo had seen far too many samurai movies he had expected the rabbit to pull out a magic katana or a sword bigger then his, but instead he slid out a polished wooden sword, bowing and holding it out, “just please stop hurting him and you can have it.”

 There was a pause, judging by the way the foot shifted on his  head he could guess Berbi was trying to get a better close at it before the Yokai burst out laughing,” That’s all?! a stick?!You run around all day with a stick playing samurai?! God” he snorted, “you’re just a nobody aren’t you?” his face leaned close to the rabbit who kept his gaze to the ground. a meaty fist grabbed him by ear and yanked hard, forcing his gaze up to his, “ I bet you wouldn’t last five seconds in then Nexus-“

 The pressure was finally off his head enough that Leo rolled away, “Go eat a damn vitamin you bitch!” Leo swung his leg out and kicked Berbi hard on the side of the knee causing the large yokai to shout out in pain and stumble away, releasing the rabbit, Berbi grabbed his leg and glared at him, the rabbit suddenly grabbed him by hand, yanking him to his feet “Come on!” dashing down the opposite side badly giving Leo enough time to get on his feet. Berbi was already back on his feet, yanking out what looked like brass knuckles out from his pocket ,” You’re a bitch!” Leo yelled

 Despite running the rabbit looked back on him with a surprised look, “I am not a bitch! My name is Usagi!”

 “No not you, him!” Leo blinked, ignoring the Yokai yelling and running after them, “wait you’re a rabbit named Usagi? Did your parents hate you?!”

 Usagi’s eyes widen,” WhA- no my parents hate-“ before nearly running smack dab into a wall. Leo, being closest to the turn, took the lead dragging Usagi after him before realizing they were at a dead end barely a second later Berbi slammed into the wall after them. He barely had time to shoulder Usagi behind him, “ You two are DEAD,-“ Berbi shouted, “I was going to sell you two to the Battle Nexus. but i think i’d rather keep you and beat some manners into you-“

 “Would you stop talking like a anime villain for five seconds?!” Leo asked ,” Seriously you’re boring me!”  he managed to get his phone. Don had sent him a few messages asking him where he was. He had no doubt that Donnie was already tracking his location. So he  and Hueso would be here soon. Not soon enough though his head was hurting so bad he hadn’t noticed that Berbi was in face until his hand closed around his head before a shout came from behind him

 “Leave him alone!”

 Before Leo could acknowledge what was going on, Usagi had charged forward slamming his wooden sword hard into Berbis stomach sending the Yokai hard into the wall. Any relief that Leo might of ,could of, felt disappeared when the building next to them began to tremble, larger cracks forming, “ah BEANS.” He had fallen of buildings plenty of times but he wasn’t sure he could survive one falling on him-

 Suddenly a familiar blue lights formed behind him. Before he could turn and fully give a reaction, Usagi’s arm hooked around his neck and drug him back, filling Leo’s vision and world with familiar ring of a portal ring he himself had built many times

 Not for the first time that day, he really wished that he had brought his portal sword

a/n

thats right! as a huge Usagi fan it was inevitable that I would write a Usagi fic.  design and certain aspects  for Usagi was inspired by the great and powerful @lesbianleonardo

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT : Part 50 of 83 : World of Sea

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

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She accepted that, and went further aft to the helmsman.  It was still Darkistry who was holding their course.  Tanlin took the helm tackle while Darkistry drank her warm broth.  Even with the tackle to take the jolt, it was hard to keep the ship steady when a wave took the stern and tried to push the rudder out of line.

In lulls of wind, Tanlin was able to yell questions and get answers shouted back.

“Wye int’ t’e storm?”

“It’s a Coriolis storm, a cyclone!”

“So?”

“It has a calmer core where we can ride the storm north and escape over the pole to another fleet!”

“‘Oose idea wa’ t’at?”

“Mine. Captain liked it though!”

Darkistry took back the steering tackle and Tanlin saw how she braced and adjusted the rudder just before the following seas hit the ship.  She could now better appreciate the artistry with which Darkistry was handling the vessel.

Carefully, using the storm lines, Tanlin made her way back.  Screaming wind, rain and seas flooding across the deck nearly took her.  The storm lines kept her from being washed away.

Regaining her feet she got to the companionway hatch.  It was opened at her knock and she hastened in, accompanied by a rush of wave and wind-driven rain.  She made her way forward down the dark corridor, bracing against the walls to keep from falling as the ship rolled and pitched underfoot.  Only three candle-lanterns lit the big mess room, leaving it a gloomy cavern.  Hands came from the dimness and assisted her in shedding her soaked foul-weathers.  A hot broth was thrust into her hands and she was guided to a bench to sit.

A respectful silence followed while Tanlin sipped her drink and got some warmth back into her.  She smiled at the anxious faces about her.

“T’e Ca’tain knows w’at ‘e’s about.  We’re steerin’ deeper int’ t’e storm.  Unless we strike somet’in’, we should be in nae special danger.”

“What I want to know is why?  Why is the Captain steering this course?” the voice of Mister Timms asked from the shadows about her.

“Tis a Coriolis Cyclone.  We’re makin’ for t’e calmer ‘eart so t’at we can ride t’e storm north, safe from pursuit.  T’e Coriolis storms all die about 650 or 700 North an’ we’ll be able t’ slip t’rough t’e Dragon Sea t’ safety.

“Is Master Selked ‘ere?”

“Yes, Lady Tanlin, I am.”

“D’ we ‘ave a Main Spar in stores?  Prefer’bly an old ane?”

Master Selked bent his gaze to the wildly swinging lantern nearest him and thought a moment, “There’s a main-yard that was damaged and saved for salvage after our last storm.  That was down in Arrakan waters, Lady.  It has a split and crush damage to the interior structure of the outer port-side quarter.”

“T’at’ll be perfect!” Tanlin enthused.  “Master Calin!  We’ll need all o’ t’e old or worn out cordage in t’e ropewalk t’ rig ‘t. Master Arran!  We just replaced a wind-bagged main sail.  We need t’ get ‘t out an’ furl ‘t t’ t’e spar wit’ t’e old riggin’.  We wont t’ make ‘t look like t’e wind got int’ t’e sail an’ blew ‘t open, breakin’ t’e spar!  We’ll cast ‘t overboard for t’e search t’ find.”

The crew leaped into action, glad of something to do.  The Rope Walk was opened and the spar and sail brought in.  Ropes were sorted and the sail rigged to the yardarm so that it appeared to have lost reefing points and blown open to the force of the storm.  Experts debated over how it came loose and which rigging should be borne with it.  

One of the men who had helped with the Fauline repairs produced a broken chunk of railing.  It had been ripped free when the Fauline was rammed.  Properly secured and sized rigging was attached, including a portion of a mast brace from standing rigging.

When all was ready, it was wrestled to an amidships companionway and the storm hatch opened.  Cold, wind driven rain slashed in, followed by a gush of water as a wave rolled the length of the ship down the deck. The crew, men and women both, wrestled the big decoy out.  Once the wind found it, it became near impossible to manage.  Finally they got it out onto the deck.  They struggled to get it overside before wind and wave could hurl it like a deadly missile at their own rigging. As they watched, the yardarm took some water through the split and the broken end sank, pivoting the arm up like a marker buoy as it floated away from the ship.

Captain Barad gave them the ancient OK sign of circled thumb and forefinger, with the other fingers spread.

Back in the common room of the mess, Tanlin saw to the distribution of rations and a cup of warm drink to everyone involved.

Mister Timms entered along with helmsman Macoul, both shaking the water from their foul-weather gear.  “They won’t let us replace them. They’ve been on watch continuously for near twenty four hours!”

“How are they holding up?” Tanlin asked anxiously.

“They are both alert and strong for now,” said Macoul.  “As long as I was there, Darkistry let me help with the tackle.  She always works it ahead of the storm, better than I can do it.  I gave up and joined Mister Timms in returning.”

Hours later, the tocsin rattled ‘watch change, crew on deck!’  There had been a very perceptible alteration in the nature of the storm. The waves were still rough, though nowhere near the height or power of before.  The wind was dying down from its previous ferocity.  They had made it to the eye of the storm, the so called calm center of the cyclone.  Calm was a relative term.  It was still hard gusty weather and the seas were choppy and heavy, filled with the wrack stirred up by the storm.

Without waiting to be ordered, Lenai Halin began to mount the ratlines to inspect the sails and rigging for storm damage.

“Can I come, too, Mother?” Arnat called.

“Sure, son.  Remember, if I tell you to stop or wait someplace, you do it. The rigging can be tricky while it’s wet like this.”  She looked on with pride as Arnat refused the help of a deck-hand in getting up to the rail.  The ratlines were like a rope ladder going up from the rail to high on the foremast.  Each mast had them.  They were spaced for grown folk, not children, but once Arnat had a grip he climbed quickly and surely  to where his mother was waiting.  They climbed easily, side by side, up to the first lookout.

The jibs were billowed out tight in the breeze ahead of them.  Lenai examined them critically.  “What do you see, Arnat?  Are the sails still sound?”  She waited patiently while Arnat looked as closely as his perch permitted.

“The lead jib mid-seam is showing signs of stretching, mother.”

“You are right about the sail,” she said with a smile.  “Noticed like a true sail-lofter and rigging surveyor.”  She paused and corrected, “Up here, I’m Lenai.  Remember that.”  She gave him a quick hug while automatically catching a line for balance as the ship yawed under them.

“Moth. . .Lenai, there are two reefing points on the mid-jib that are starting to tear out.  If they aren’t fixed, the sail will split in the next storm.”

“Good eyes, Arnat.  That covers the fore-sails used in this storm.  Let’s go on up.  We have to survey the running rigging.  Those head-blocks took almost the whole load of this ship during the blow.”

Ratlines could only take them part way to the head-blocks, just below the masthead.  Clinging casually to the ropes and bracing against the mast, she examined all of the lashings and the condition of the blocks.

“What do you see here, Sharp-eyes?”

Arnat climbed past her and looked everything over carefully.

“These lashings held up well.  That line,” he pointed, “has chafing.” Then he caught what his mother had seen.  “The block wheel has frozen, that’s why the line chafed!”

“I knew that there was a reason I taught you to think!  Good catch!” Lenai wrapped an arm around her son, grabbed an up-haul with her free hand and both legs and slid down to the blocks for the mid-jib. Everything there passed inspection and they slid on down to the deck. Barad was waiting there for their report.  Lenai proudly pushed Arnat forward.  “Make our report, crewman Arnat,” she ordered.

Arnat, a little big-eyed at the trust, honor and responsibility, said, “Captain Barad, Sir, the fore-jib head-block has frozen.  It needs replacement, along with the uphaul.  Both jibs need to be replaced for maintenance.  There is minor stretching in the mid-seam of the fore and some tears starting around two reefing points on the mid.”

A grin split Barad’s face, “Very good, Arnat.  We will get men on it right away.”

Fresh sails were broken out and the slight damage repaired before it could grow to ship damaging or destroying proportions.  All around them the storm clouds could be seen charging in a wide circle, while overhead the sky was a clear blue.

Barad and Darkistry gladly gave up the control of the ship and went below, aiming for food and bunks in that order.  The crew surrounded them with congratulations and pressed hot drinks and food on them until they could never have eaten or drunk it all.

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Smile For Me,  Dr. Habit/Flower

My first fic ever, like ever. So I'm sorry if it's bad!

Damn that got dark. I just love this tooth man.

THIS IS PURE SIN

Warning: Bad end Dr. Habit

TW: kidnapping, drugging, yandere-ish behavior

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The constant dull buzzing of the overhead lights was a reminder of your situation. You can’t tell how much time has passed since you woke up here. The sun’s slow descent from the sky was evident from the window.

Minutes? Hours?

He had never left you alone so long before. The anticipation was as painful as the silence.

Most days he couldn’t keep himself off you. His constant jittery mannerisms combined with a non-stop need to control was something you’d gotten used to. 

 Dr. Boris Habit’s habitat became your home less than a month ago. You were a skilled florist, always enamored with flowers. Something about them never failed to make people smile.

The vibrant hues of nature seemingly worked as a natural remedy for sadness, and you knew just how to use them. Arrangements of bright pastel roses could melt hearts and thaw hate.

And still after all this, you ended up here.

Flowers couldn’t fix your crippling debt, your studio apartment, or the emptiness in your heart. The once vibrant and color-filled life you lead was slowly fading. Getting out of bed became a hardened struggle. Waking up only to see the dim greys cloud your vision was unbearable.  Even when continuing to care for your flowers, you knew that you couldn’t live like this.

So you called The Habitat.

The ads were.. unique to say the least. Bright colors and enthusiastic advertisement caught your eye and the eyes of many others. People like you had been sold on the idea of “finding their smiles” through whatever miracle therapy Dr. Habit was offering.

And now you were stuck. Alone. Strapped down tight to a dentist’s chair. Waiting for the madman to come back and do whatever he pleased with your helpless body.

As if on cue, the metal doors behind you began to creak open, screaming on their hinges.

“FLOWER, DID YOU MIS ME!!? : - ) ”.

While you were unable to turn around and see, that booming voice made who it was more than apparent. 

“I’M SORRY FLOWER,, I was Away far too long : , - (  ”.

After hearing the light clinking of glass behind you, two large encumbering arms wrapped around from the back of the chair to squeeze your small form.

It was a treatment you had gotten used to, even if it was unwelcome.

“DON T WORRY MY SWEETS,  I pro mise I’ll make it Up to you ; - ) ”. He sang and gave you another hardy squeeze before stepping back to circle you. His eyes traced your form as he walked, an ear to ear grin stretched thin on his face. 

Keeping his eyes trained on yours, Habit digs one of his hands into a lab coat pocket revealing a tiny glass vial. A murky pink liquid glistens from inside the glass. 

“Did you no tice you haven t been Smiling, Flower??”. The doctor swirls the shining liquid to his own rhythm. "Be cause... Ive noticed" Habit sways as his honeyed voice softens. “SO I got you a PRES-ENT!!” He adoringly coos before taking a syringe from the office countertop. Habit's syringe sucks the viscous fluid up from it's vial.

“You will be so habby, Flower : - ) . This will Make you so hapby. I wa nt to see You smile for me my dear.”  

“I N E E D TO SEE YOU SMILE FOR ME” …

A long hand grips the flesh of your arm, caging you in between the chair and Habit’s sturdy frame.

“Do nt worry-worry, Flower.. You Wont hurt t for long : - ) .” The needle pushes into your soft flesh, guided by his steady hand. Habit softly coos sweet nothings against your cheek as he drains the needle deep into your veins.

It burned. A deep burning that spread through your entire body. The pain had you writhing in his arms, but he held on tighter. With Habit’s form constricting you to a bone breaking hug, you had no choice but to endure it. Your heartbeat slowed after a moment. The rampant beating it once paced was now a dulling thump in your chest. 

As your breathing slowed to the rhythm of your heart, Habit knowingly leans his forehead against yours. The strength in your limbs was lost, now limp against your captor.

“SSHh my little Lily.. let Me see that lov-ely~ SMILE!” Habit begs as room blurs. You’re too weak to resist as a long gloved finger prods your plush lips. After a moment of tracing the plump flesh, the appendage pushes into your mouth. His eyes burn into yours, studying your face intently as he curiously pokes around. The long finger traces the outlines of your molars, slowly and adoringly. He hums proudly, letting, go of your arms and shifting to caress your face with his free hand. 

You weakly gag as he presses his digit into your saliva-soaked throat. Your eyes tear up and your vision flickers more violently than before. You can barely register Habit removing his finger from your violated mouth before suckling on it himself.

The last thing you remember are his words before smashing his lips against yours with an aggressive thrust. An invading tongue explores your mouth with passionate vigor. He circles your canines before sucking hard on your teeth, draining the air from your lungs. Sleep's heavy embrace had never been so inviting.

“you're mine Now, Flower.. and you'll smile for me.... Just for Me~”

 : - )

[rmjagonshi]

Why I haven’t updated Whole Again Yet

These are ideas that I have been typing up instead of writing like I should. So, At least I should share. 

-Stan hits on Ford while he doesn’t know who Ford is-

-Dipper accidentally/awkwardly flirts with Ford, and after a few times, Ford notices and the resulting awkward conversation. Ford telling Dipper that he’s way too old, that he’s an adult, that Dipper is a kid and will live way longer than Ford, that Ford is messed up and not stable, that their family, etc. Similar to Wendy, they part amicably, friendly, and Dipper gets a big hug, they cuddle for a while before he sends Dipper to bed

-Dipper confronts Stan about being with Ford; corrupting him with his gross perverted desires. Dipper thinks he’s manipulating Ford, when it was Ford who wanted Stan, who had to convince Stan to be ok with this. Ford walks in on Dipper confronting Stan and stops the tirade. (After the + ending of Dipper’s confession?) You don’t need to defend my honor, I want this. Stan didn’t force me into anything.-

-Fiddleford gets upset over the portal and leaves. Ford gets desperate and sends Stan a postcard. Stan comes as he’s asked but runs into Fiddleford when asking for directions, since Gopher Road is way outside of town. Fiddleford recognizes Stan (even though Ford never told Fiddleford about Stan) and they got to the house. Fiddleford follows Stan in and they all argue, Fidds and Ford go back and forth and Stan is left to try and piece together what’s going on until they all hear whispering. Ford flips, but when Fidds and Stan ask him what it is, he breaks down and explains. They read his notes on Bill, listen to his stories and Ford tells them about his deal. Ford asks Stan to take his journal and go, but Fidds disagrees. He agrees with Stan to burn it instead. Fidds wants them to burn all the journals and for Ford to publish his less demonic findings. Ford is panicking about losing his research and starts to lose control to Bill. Fidds and Stan talk to Bill, noticing his eye color, and restrain Ford. Bill taunts Stan and Fidds (for different reasons) and Stan gets angry enough to kick Bill out of Ford via Ford’s sensitive body (i.e. tickles or something(Ford pops a boner?)) They get unicorn hair though trickery (Fidds kid) and seal the house. Years later, Fidds is happily married and inventing and Stan and Ford catalog the paranormal in Gravity Falls. Ford the scientist and Stan the museum curator with exhibits and such.  

-Dipper and Mabel accidentally break the time tape and end up in “1960-something” Glass Shard Beach and meet up with Stan and Ford. All same age. They have some adventures and try to fix the tape by ‘borrowing’ a screwdriver from Pines Pawns and they get chased by the time police. Ford fixes it and they all get sent back to present day Gravity Falls. The carnival has closed, Soos won Waddles for Mabel since she likes pigs. Stan, Soos and Wendy spend the evening looking for Dipper and Mabel and they find all four kids. Stan recognizes Ford (at first the kids think it’s Filbrick), and doesn’t know what to say or do. Even though they get caught with the tape and it gets confiscated and they have to go back to Glass Shard, Stan takes a moment to tell his past self to leave the Perpetual Motion machine alone. The time people leave and nothing changes. Except Stan remembers how Filbrick kicked him out a month after Ford left for West Coast and Ford chose to study anomalies anyway. Fiddleford was hired on as an assistant, but didn’t lose his mind (just left the project and moved his family to Gravity Falls). Ford is still lost in the multiverse. But now everyone knows that Ford exists and Stan lets everyone see the portal. Dipper shows him the Journal and they speculate that Gideon may have the second. During one of his shows, they use the shrinking light to break in and take it. No one can pin it on them because Stan is actually a really good crook. They all work together to open the portal. They convince Fidds to help, since he’s not living in the dump anymore, and they get Ford back a month and a half early.

-Stan gets kidnapped by the hand witch (molested by hands) and Soos, Dipper, Mabel and Wendy have to rescue him. Hurt comfort/whump with Stan being found by his family like that.

-Bill using Gold Ford as a toy. Rescuing Gold Ford from the fearamid and not being able to change him back without and act of true love (i.e. Stan doing something (platonic this time))

-Couple Stan Bros (WA) falling through to canon before weirdmageddon but after Ford comes back. Both Fords realize the dangers, but WAStan just marches in the shack and grabs a beer. WAFord bitching about dangers and collapse of dimensions and CFord freaking out. WAStan pokes CStan in the cheek and nothing happens. “We’re different people. Don’t know about you two though.” The explain that Stan is Bill. CFord freaks the fuck out and asks why the hell WAFord is ok with that. They admit that they are together. CFord realizes what’s going on and is all like…oh. Dipper and Mabel have lots of questions and they end up sticking around for a few days to figure out how to get home. CStan kisses CFord once to see why. Neither feel anything, disgust or lust, and just kinda shrug. They do end up being more affectionate though.

-Stan gets hit with a very lucid dream on the SOW about Ford. He gets freaked out about it and Ford picks up on it. Ford reminds Stan about their promise to not keep secrets. Stan admits that he is freaked out about a dream but won’t say what the dream was. Ford wont let it go and they argue it keeps escalating and escalating until Ford says something like Stan is willing to throw away everything just for some stupid dream that didn’t even matter. Stan blows up at says that that is the reason he wont say anything, because he doesn’t want to lose Ford. How on Earth would a dream make you lose me? Stan blows up and tells him. Immediately regretting it and trying to run away, except he can’t because the ship is too small. Ford tells him it’s natural. They’ve been alone for almost a year with hardly anyone else. It’s natural to feel drawn to whomever you are closest to. Stan is still not okay with it and keeps his distance, but still has dreams. Ford starts flirting casually, lingering touches and the like and Stan’s dreams get worse. Stan picks up on it and gets angry. They start fighting again and Ford snaps and let’s slip he’s been feeling pent up too. They part without speaking again. Stan approaches Ford later at tells him that he used to be a prostitute. His previous rate was $X but he’s willing to lower the price. Ford stammers, and Stan says he’s willing to give Ford a family discount. They laugh. Some months later, Stan has a jar on the dresser filled to the brim with pennies. Every time Ford comes to him, he pays a penny. As long as money changes hands, it is a service. They can live with that.  

-On the SOW, Ford admits he’s never been with anyone. Kiss, sex, nothing. He isn’t sure if he would enjoy it or not, but he’s definitely agitated he hasn’t had the opportunity. They talk awhile and discuss Stan setting him up with someone at Port. It falls apart because Ford can’t get interested, not trust strangers with something so intimate. Stan asks what would help him, and Ford tells him someone he knows/trusts. Fiddleford? No. No one else really, except Stan. Stan offers, embarrassed, and Ford tells him he has to think about it. They come together a few days later and Stan gives it all he’s got. Ford does enjoy himself. Immensely. Stan’s not comfortable with how much he enjoyed it. Ford asks a few days later if the can do it again. Stan asks why, and Ford claims he wants to try something different, he isn’t sure if it’s a continuous thing. They go again, different positions this time, and Ford really enjoys it. Again, Stan isn’t comfortable with how much they both enjoyed it. It becomes a running gag, Ford asks if Stan would like to try something, and Stan agrees, but hints that maybe Ford needs to find someone else he trusts. Ford keeps saying in time. It becomes a regular thing, Ford feeling like he had to come up with new things to try to get Stan interested. Stan tells him, finally, that Ford doesn’t have to keep doing that if he doesn’t want to (bordering on really out there kinks). They go back to regular sex and Ford admits that He doesn’t want to lose Stan, but he’s not sure if he can ever be with anyone else. They agree that at their age, it doesn’t matter what they do, so long as it’s consensual. They proceed to fuck all the time, and if they can’t, they just touch because they can.

-The next summer, the gnomes get desperate for a queen and decide it doesn’t have to be a woman, so they try to kidnap a few people: Dipper, (who has Mabel to help), Soos, to says he has to ask Melody first and his grandma so they give up, they try to steal the goat/waddles, but get attacked by the other. Finally, they decided to drug and kidnap Stan, who let his hair grow out in the past year. Stan wakes up standing at the alter with Jeff. He doesn’t react a t first because WTF is going on? And Ford and co have been looking for him because there was a struggle/mess and evidence he was in the forest. They crash the wedding and Stan doesn’t say anything, doesn’t really do anything etc. As they get ready to leave, Ford ask if Stan is ok, Stan says sure. If they were going to marry him, then they would have to give him an allowance, they can’t expect him to work, he’d still get to visit his kids (Dipper and Mabel), he’d have to be taken out once a week to a fancy restaurant, he’d ask for fancy gifts etc, and just be really high maintenance. Besides, his ex’s were all crazy (i.e. Marylin and Goldie). Dipper and Mabel stay behind and ask Jeff if he’s ok. Jeff says he might have dodged a bullet there. Mabel says that he should just put out an ad for someone. Some girl from town answers the ad and does a much better job of running the forest. Also she refuses to become a gnome because she is big enough to beat-up a fox.

-Soulmate AU with soulmate marks. Stan gets kicked out before his appears (i.e. appears in mid-twenties) and when it does, he cries because it’s a six-fingered hand. But soulmates don’t mean sex although it can. After weirdmageddon/during the clothes swap, Ford sees it and doesn’t know how to take it. Ford’s mark was always the triangle, so he’s not sure how to take it, as soulmates usually have eachother’s marks. Maybe it’s another person? Over the next year, Ford’s mark becomes inverted; instead of a triangle with a hole, it becomes a mouth eating a coin. When he realizes it, they both laugh and cry. They decide that if they want to move it forwards, then they will do so in their own time. Ends without a kiss but with definite affection (waking up in bed together (not sex) and realizing the other is actually there).        

-Stan/Reader/Ford because I can’t find one that fits my needs.

              Reader had been working for the Mystery Shack for a few years. They used to be a cashier but moved up to bookkeeper when Wendy took the position. Reader had been working with Stan long enough to know about the portal, about Ford, and about the paranormal things in Gravity Falls. They work with Stan on the portal and with the forest creatures. Stan’s deals with gnomes/manitaurs/etc and monthly meetings to hash out treaties and agreements. Stan has lived there long enough and knows enough to be included in the denizens of the forest. Reader has been going alone since the kids arrived for the summer. Reader had lived in the shack since they’ve worked there; just a few months Stan invited to move in because of transportation issues, jokes about how they live there anyway. Reader is arrested when NWHS happens, being held by Blubs and Durland. Stan drives out covertly to get them after the agents leave. They are introduced to Ford later that night when Ford comes up for coffee. “Who’re you?” “I live here. You’re Stanford. Figured you’d be fine from what Stan told me. Sorry I wasn't here when you got here, I was…indisposed in a jail cell.” “What do you mean?” “When they arrested Stan, they arrested me. Worked for him the longest. By the way, you’re filing system is a fucking mess. I organized everything. I’ll pull off the things on my wall later. Some of your stuff’s packed away in my room.” “How much do you know?” “You were out hopping the multiverse for who knows how long. You were doing research on something I’m not even going to begin to pretend I remember. And Stan’s been trying to figure out transuniversal quantum physics and space time distortion with my help for the past four years. I majored in Geology. Not Physics. I don’t understand it any better than he does.” “Apt. Ok, so wat is it you do for Stan?” “I’m the bookkeeper. And I occasionally knock gnomes and hawktopus out of the rafters.” Time and events progress as normal, slight alterations here and there. Ford confronts Reader about their involvement with Stan as Ford has seen Reader flirt openly with Stan. Reader flirts with Ford. Ford doesn’t know what to do about that. Gets flustered. ‘Accidentally’ walks in/spies on Stan and Reader having sex. On Stan’s road trip, Ford corners Reader (reader brings Ford food in the basement) and admits he hasn’t been with a humanoid in almost eight years. Practically begs for sex, and ends up cumming in his pants. Reader is proud they were able to get Ford that excited. “Next time, don’t hang out outside the door.” They leave and next time Stan and Reader have sex, Ford enters the room and locks the door. Stan is a bit surprised, but when Reader walks over to Ford and brings him forwards, Stan plays along. Stan sees Ford is nervous, so he takes Reader’s lead and is slow and gentle. They coax Ford with slow and gentle touches, on arms and lower legs and hands. Both Stan and Reader are naked. “Sixer, it’s okay. However, you want to do this.” Reader leans back and cuddles up to Stan, slow and fluffy touches as they wah Ford at the end of the bed. Ford hesitates, but finally he takes off his sweater, wearing a black tank top underneath. Stan baulks at Ford’s scars, but he just reaches for him instead of talking. Ford is brought down between them, Reader behind, Stan in front. Stan is soft, tracing Ford’s face and hands, while Reader rubs his back and thighs. Ford gets worked up and they help him strip. Stan holds back, assuming Ford is more interested in the Reader, but as they go along, Stan’s instinct is to touch and reassure Ford. Reader gives Ford a bj, and he’s loud. Stan, no other way to keep him quiet, kisses him. “Shhhh, Sixer. Walls aren’t that thick. Sorry. Didn’t mean to..” Ford cuts him off with another kiss. Ford moans, clutching at Stan. Reader comes up, before Ford cums, and asks what they want to do. They arrange themselves where Ford fucks the Reader, Reader lays in Stan’s arms and Ford and Stan kiss while Ford fucks Reader. Stan almost gets off on humping Reader’s ass. When Ford cums (condom and Stan masturbating Reader), Ford shifts, Reader up/over and gives Stan a hj and hickies. Ford is exhausted, and falls asleep between them. Ford sleeps thought he night (mostly) and wakes up sticky. He showers and finds both of them in the kitchen making breakfast. He’s greeted with an affectionate pat and one-armed hug by Reader and slight awkwardness from Stan. After reader/kids leave to do their things, Ford pours himself a coffee and tells Stan they should talk about what happened. “I’ll be downstairs. Whenever you are ready.” Stan goes down and they talk about what happened. How they are brothers and it was wrong, etc. And Stan just says that Ford is welcome anytime he needs. ‘I wont push ya. But it’s clear ya need it. Heck, maybe we do too.” Ford goes to them that night and as long as Reader is involved, it’s not the big I world. Even if all Reader does is watch, then it’s a kink for their lover. Reader rides Ford while Stan holds him. Stan spends the whole-time touching Ford, caressing, kissing, titillating. Ford cums with Stan whispering in his ear. Next time, Stan fucks Reader while Ford sits behind them and helps support them. Ford reaches around and fondles Stan (area not in Reader) while masturbating Reader. Reader notices Ford and Stan have some serious sexual tension and asks them both, separately, if they are comfortable with the Reader watching. They both agree, so long as the other is ok. Stan and Ford get together to discuss what they are comfortable with and it devolves into a handsy makeout in Stan’s office. They end up 69-ing that night after frotting. Ford poking at Stan and getting a strong reaction. Leads to Ford fingering Stan at later date while Stan fucks Reader.      

              After weirdmageddon, all family sleeps in the living room curled up with blankets and pillows. Ford and Stan sleep with their heads together, with feet apart. _||_ so the kids can cuddle Stan, but Ford can still talk to Stan. Stan hits on Ford (subconscious flirt) while they are trying to get his memory back and acts on impulse and kisses Ford in front of everyone. “I get the feeling we’ve done that before.” Ford says yes, and that there is a lot to explain now because no one else knew. After a week, Stan get’s his memory back, and the night after the kids leave, all three hole up in the basement and Ford had been working on a serum to give them a boost (aphrodisiac) and they go all night.                

-Ford and Stan find themselves in the Boiling Isles

[tsuncoon]

Can a Skeksis cry pt 2

I went off the rails and wrote way too fucking much ahah enjoy

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SkekGra kept running , the further he got the more it pained him to be apart from urGoh. It felt like an elastic band was stretching thin, pulling him back to his other, his better half.

He just needed to get away from the whispers and the looks. His breathing rasped, it was like he was swimming against the tides. He could not remember the last time he had been so far from Urgoh, probably while he was still the Conqueror.

If the Conqueror could see what he had become, it was funny to think just how strongly he would oppose the path taken, how he would likely stop ar nothing to ensure this future would not be his. Yet here he was. Suffering the fate the other Skeksis refuse to endure.

He let out a loud and frustrated wail as he tugged on his fluffy mane, he hoped Thra was proud of itself for giving him the vision and making him suffer so, it was a just punishment for his crimes.

SkekGra’s fur bristled as he heard a twig snap near by, over the years he had let his senses dull while he was isolated with only himself. He hadn’t realized by smell or sound that anyone else was in the immediate area.

“Hmmmm old friend? Is that you?”

SkekGra recognized the curious humming

“Chamberlain” he breathed in surprise, the last time he saw another Skeksis he ended up with a knife through his hand. He was not sure if the Chamberlain came as a friend or foe. SkekGra certain did not want to fight another Skeksis, but if he must then he would without hesitation.

“Call Skeksil, we were once friends yes?”

SkekGra was once loyal to all of his kind, there was a strong sense of skeksishood, an unspoken bond tethered together by loyalty and a desire to not be alone, he could feel that bond even now. He recognized that no one could understand him the way another Skeksis could, not even UrGoh as much as he tried, they were opposites while he and the Skeksis were the same.

He felt great longing as he recalled his time in the castle, but those fleeting happy moments in the days of early Skeksis rule would always be soured by his fall to Heretic.

Distinctly he remembered the Chamberlain murmuring into the ears of their companions, and their emporor. These mutterings made expressions towards SkekGra grew colder and more suspicious By the day. He wondered what lies SkekSil had told them to make them distrust him so, or maybe he did not need to lie at all.

“No, I don’t think you were ever my friend" SkekGra admitted somberly, it saddened him to say it out loud, he was a fool to have thought otherwise back then.

The Chamberlain hummed “Could be friends now, I could help Heretic earn place black in palace. Be Conqueror again, in need of your talents times of war" Chamberlains hands were at his sides, very calm and open.

“No" he declined without an ounce of hesitation “I would never--"

“Conqueror once would never betray own kind” SkekSil interrupted “your loyalty is wavering! Cannot be trusted by Gelfling”

SkekGra’s expression must have revealed just how much that hurt him, since the Chamberlain smiled and continued on that line of discussion. “how long hmmm till selfish heretic betray gelfling for own desires like betrayed Skeksis?” his words were full of judgment and malice.

“Maybe you’re right…” SkekGra said quietly “I am a Skeksis after all.”

The agreement made the Chamberlin confused, he hadn’t expected the other to agree with him so easily.

He walked closer to SkekSil “If anyone stands in my way, be it a Skeksis or a gelfling, I will run them through with my talons" he was looming over him, standing close. His eyes dared SkekSil to pull that blade he had hidden on him.

SkekSil watched the fiery anger in the Heretics eyes, recognizing them as the Conquerors. He could see now that while his name changed his intensity still burned as strong as ever, unfortunately that fire which was once used as a weapon for the Skeksis empire now threatened to burn down the Skeksis throne.

“You are fool!” SkekSil hissed “When Urskek whole Urskek will try to purify self again! SkekGra wont come back as Skeksis, Urskek will destroy SkekGra to become a pure self!”

“I will not make that mistake again” SkekGra stated confidently, he and Urgoh made that mistake once, he was certain they would not repeat it.

“Heretic may think so, but Urskek cannot go home with Skeksis half, too impure!” SkekSil had a point and SkekGra knew it, even when combined they would still be stuck here, forever outcastes from their kind because of him…

“I would rather spend the rest of my days together as one than separated and alone"

SkekSil pressed his beak together into a hard angry line. An annoyed groaning echoed from his throat.

“aahh" Skekgra hissed, grabbing his wrist to see dull teeth marks appearing on the back of his hand.

“Urgoh..” he looked to the Chamberlin suspiciously, if he was here.. that means the Grathim…

SkekGra glared towards Chamberlain, he should kill the other… he hated the Skeksis almost as much as he hated himself. Still, he could not blame them, he understood their motivations, he once thought the same way they did. They were just as incomplete and hopeless to control their instincts ass he was.

“If I see you again, SkekSil, I will kill you quickly to spare UrSol any suffering" he promised. Although it pained him to kill a being as hopeless as a Skeksis he couldn’t be weak, sacrifices would have to be mmade.

SkekGra didn’t look back, he took the fasted form of travel, through the trees, lunging through the branches. Running towards Urgoh he suddenly moved much more quickly as the strain between them lessened.

UrGoh had followed SkekGra from the gelfling building, but he was too slow to keep up once his half ran into the trees. To make chase was a lost cause.

UrGoh frowned as he watched him go. He should not have left SkekGra alone knowing how negative his thoughts could get when his mind was not stimulated and distracted.

The Skeksis got an unenviable amount of emotion in the split, as only half of one being it was to much for SkekGra to bear at times.

Urgoh sat on a large mossy log, content to wait there for his other half until he was ready to return; Urgoh was after all very patient. He closed his eyes and began to meditate barely having time to find tranquility before a curious voice called for him.

“A mystic.. so the rumors were true” the gelfling sounded by intrigued by its discovery. “you are from off world right?”

UrGoh slowly opened his eyes and his mouth “….yes"

“What is it like outthere?” I’ve never met someone from a different planet before, till now I’ve never known they existed!”

“o…ne.. p…re…s…pe…ct..ive… do…es.. not…”

The gelfling looking on awkwardly, he had expected a long answer, but not like this.

“….p….a..int… a..n… a..cc…ur…ate…. Pi…c..t..u..re"

The gelflings ears fell in disappointment, such a long wait for a non answer.

“Well, what’s the picture you paint?”

“…..” UrGoh breathed out deeply in contemplation of the question. He was not sure he could even say. His memories were foggy and incomplete, they had been split with SkekGra, and without the other here to help put the missing parts together, his memories were a nonsensical mess.

“…h…o…me… wa…s.. n…ic…e" he didn’t know what else he could say to ease the little gelflings curiosity. Homeworld was like nothing a gelfling could understand, every bit of it was different in every regard, down to its cells and atoms. They were made up of different things, from galaxies unlike anything comprehensible.

Urgoh’s eyebrows lowered sadly, he could feel SkekGra had gone quite a distance.

“Maybe I’ll ask Augrah…” the gelfling entwined their fingers nervously, the Mystic seemed lost in his own world, staring ahead at the trees. Urgoh didn’t even notice the little gelfling run off when a commotion began to erupt around them.

A few of the gelfling that had gone ahead of the group to scout were running back with their voices high in alarm. “The Garthim! They’ve arrived!”

“What!?” Breas voice was heard near by, along with the shattering of pottery, it would seem these monsters were faster than they appeared, and had caught up with them so quickly.

“They are closing in fast! We have to get out of here and meet up with the oth-AUGH!!” a large claw wrapped around the gelfling before flinging it through the air with all its force.

UrGoh lifted his hand to his mouth, he bit down strongly into his flesh. He did not bleed but there was a noticeable teeth pattern imprint.

The mystic stood up from his log to surprise Brea when he was suddenly behind her “qu…I…ck..ly.. w..e mu..st.. get… to.. saf…ety" he urged

“I have to warn everyone first!” She had to take charge of the panic and usher everyone to safety, it is what her mother would have done. “Our injured will need help leaving!” She ran towards the old tree that acted as a shelter for those previously injured by the Skeksis and their monsters.

She ran past Rian holding back one of the beasts, its claws were powerful enough to snap a sward in two, its hide impenetrable. All he could do was avoid its attacks, and pray to Thra it would not land one.

“RIAN! Hold on a little longer!” she hoped her words would keep him going. She ran against the crowd, arriving at the medical tent where the healthy gelfling were attempting to hurry the injured to safety, but it was a slow process as many could not be moved so roughly.

Brea was quick to help up a gelfling who had lost his leg. “Come on now, time to go" she tried to sound her least frightened.

“princess.. you are too important to lose.. please.. leave me. I am no longer helpful to the rebellion"

“Nonsense!” she spoke in anger “no one will be left behind! Your life has worth, I owe you this debt for fighting alongside us" she assured, putting his hand around her shoulder, her other hand held his hip as they slowly waddled to the door.

The tree they were inside shook, debris falling from the ceiling. She was quick to cover the poor man, coughing as they both inhaled the dirt.

Outside she suddenly heard… silence

It had been a while since SkekGr ahad climbed and leaped through the foliage of Thra, it was much easier to grip than the stones that made up his home at the circle of the sun and the caves of Grot.

When SkekGra arrived he could see Garthim closing in on a small group of gelfling soldiers attempting to hold it back while others flee.

SkekGra pushed himself off a branch, launching at the horrific beetle monster with the dead purple gaze.

The gelfling shrieked “The Skeksis are here!!” they felt now that they were truly doomed.

One lone gelfling was trapped in the creatures claws, screaming and refusing to accept his imminent death. Just as the monster intended to snap the gelfling in two SkekGra intercepted, grabbing the attackers claw and forcing it open, the unharmed gelfling dropped to the ground, surprised but thankful.

The Garthims other claw stabbed into SkekGras side, but his years sustaining injury helped him fight through the pain. Even as felt warm ooze dripping down his side. From this he gathered that the Garthim were not smart enough to go for vital parts of the body, they relied on brute force to end the fight. But against a Skeksis hoping to win with brute force was not a good strategy.

SkekGra’s talons dug deep, piercing the hard shell of the monsters claw before swinging his arms enough to throw the beast over his shoulder and smashing the beetle into the dirt floor.

The gelfling who once trembled watched, astonished by the display of power, most of them had heard of Skeksis might, but had never witnessed it for themselves.

There was a reason so few Skeksis managed to control so many gelfling and creatures of Thra, their power was other worldly.

The monster struggled on it’s back until SkekGra stomped on its head until the purple light in its eyes drained.

The surrounding gelfling looked down to the felled beast. Due to the damage it had sustained the abomination began to unravel and fall apart.

SkekGra had left before the gelfling had a chance to speak. He put pressure to his wound as he ran against the crowd, he would never admit it to anyone but it was a challenge to avoid stepping on the little gelflings when they scurried around like this.

He spotting Rian dancing with one of the Garthim, he watched curiously, knowing better than to steal a kill.

“Where is UrGoh?” he inquired very loudly

“Little busy here!” Rian grunted, throwing himself to the floor to avoid being struck, only now he found himself in a vulnerable position, laying in the dirt.

SkekGra moved between Rian and the Garthim, he did not like to ruin another’s fun but felt it was appropriate to step in. Grabbing the dark creations clawed arm he ripped the appendage out of its socket, a trench of bile opened, splattering on those who got too close. As the bloody fluid emptied the reanimated being became nothing but a husk like the last one.

SkekGra put out his hand to help the little gelfling rise. Rian breathed a sigh of relief, glad to have been saved in the nik of time. “I am afraid I don’t know where UrGoh is. Aren’t you always with him?”

“We don’t always have to be together. It’s a choice" he rebutted, feeling a little insulted at Rians assumption that he was so dependent, maybe he was just defensive because it was true.

“We will find him. You’re alive so he must be fine” Rian reasoned. He had spotted another beetle monster scurrying towards a hollowed out tree that acted as a safe haven for gelfling to hide.

“Help me to push these guys back enough so the others can escape"

“Push them back? Gelfling with talk like that you will never beat the Skeksis. Were going to kill them" SkekGra said, rather aggressively stealing a sward from a trembling gelfling soilder.

Weak, he would never had allowed such a gelfling in his ranks before, but now days he didn’t have the luxury of choosing who fought. Everyone who could had to stand against the Skeksis.

Rian was a little hesitant to get chose to SkekGra, it was like a switch went off and the Skeksis was a totally different being. He seemed so.. combative. He was clearly looking for a fight.

With a large smile SkekGra bounded towards the fight shirking loudly like a war cry. He ran head first into one of the Garthim, pushing it far back, away from the rest so they’re attacks out be out of sync. He knew better than to take on too many at once, he needed to separate them first.

It had been so long since he last gripped a sward, this one was so light it felt like wielding a feather but he was energized none the less, lashing and cutting the blade through the east with his great power. The sward was left with dent after dent, too flimsy to withstand the impact of blade against the Garthim shell.

With his hands he tore the Garthims legs from its body, then proceeded with the other limbs until it was lifeless like the rest. Still SkekGra took out some pent up frustrations on the beast, thinking it was probably the only thing as monstrous as he was.

He flinched when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder then turned to see UrGoh standing there next to him.

“I..t….I….s .. D…o…ne…” UrGoh urged his Skeksis counterpart away from the bloody pulp that was the monsters body.

He noticed his better half had very bloody knuckles, immediately he grew concerned that he had been attacked before realizing it was his own over zealous attacking that had damaged both their bodies.

SkekGra clenched his blood covered fists “..I hurt us again" he whispered very shamefully, getting a sympathetic look from the mystic “I…d..I..dn..t… e..v…en.. f…ee..l.. I…t.” UrGoh gave him an understanding pat on the shoulder and smiled.

As the adrenaline left his body SkekGra noticed the gelfling that had surrounded them, drawn in by the commotion.

SkekGra suddenly felt very exposed. He imagined he must look even more terrifying then he had before, covered in blood and allowing them to see a suppressed violent side to him.

“Heretic that was amazing! I didn’t know you had it in you!” Rian said excitedly and out of breath. He and a small army of gelfling were able to handle the other Grathim.

“What is going on here?” Brea walked towards her Skeksis friend, handing the injured soilder to a vapran herbal master to aid him.

“The Heretic took out two Grathim all on your own!”

“Three!” a Drenchen gelfling from earlier shouted, the very one SkekGra has pried from the beast at first arrival. “I had my doubts about you Heretic, but I am glad to have you on our side"

SkekGra was surprised by the warm reception he was getting.

“you know what this means?!” an unnamed gelfling shouted from the crowd “Were saved!” the chatter was rising along with excitement levels.

“He can be our secret weapon against the Garthim!”

“He can take the Skeksis head on!”

“I am glad he is on our side!”

“SkekGra the good!” the gelflings cheered and chanted. SkekGras eyes were wide, they weren’t afraid. They liked him.. despite being a Skeksis and all the pain he and his kind had caused.

He knew his nature, knew he was capable of horrible things. He would use his strength to help the gelfling he once conquered and with their help become closer to one day being whole.