#we talked about hide and seek in the dark where the loser gets fucked by the seeker and the thought of it is making me throb hdjsks

[fairybasketsxo]

if your halloween plans do not involve having scary transgender sex then you need to change that immediately

[btsslowburnfic]

-The Arrangement- Chapter 1

Summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable add. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi.

Chapter summary: Let’s meet our lovely [Y/N]. Every good story starts somewhere. Buckle up for the next few months babes <3 

Chapter 1

“Nope, sorry, I have to get to my other job.” You politely declined getting after-work drinks with your colleagues like usual. It was nice of them to still invite you even though you never said yes. 

You excused yourself to the company restroom. Out with the office worker, in with the bartender. You switched shirts, put your hair up in a ponytail, and applied heavier make-up. You'd switch out your skirt when you got to the club. As dumb and gross as it was, you always made more money when you wore your questionably short shorts. Oh well, money is money. 

You sent a quick text to your brother to make sure he and your sister got to your aunt's apartment and then headed for the station. Ok. How much money do I need to make tonight? You asked yourself as you opened the banking app. You mentally calculate the amount needed to feed your siblings, pay for the bus, and utilities. Ugh Maybe Park Minho will let me stay for him tonight. He usually wanted to get out of work early to go hang out with his friends. You would be ok this week if you stopped taking the bus and ate more ramen and less real food. You sighed. You were so tired.

You walked through the black glass doors of Club Tokki. There were only a few customers right now and you immediately went to see if anyone had made coffee. Work coffee=free coffee. Luckily for you, Lisa, the woman who worked the day shift almost always needed an extra dose of afternoon caffeine and there was still enough for a cup.

“Hey doll!” Lisa greeted you. “Here, I brought some milk in as well,” she said as she poured the coffee for you.

“You are a lifesaver. Thank you so much.” You gratefully took the mug, warming your hands. 

“No problem, do you need me to do anything before I leave? I’m going to close out with those two groups first.” She asked as she rinsed off some pint glasses.

You assessed the bar looking to see what you might need over the next few hours. “Yeah, ask the bar-back to get two more bottles of Goose and a bottle of Crown. We usually go through those on Wednesdays. And maybe cut a few limes and lemons. Thanks.” You took the coffee with you to the small office and finished changing clothes. Lisa was a student so she shared your need for thrifty living, coffee, and work. You didn’t have many friends, but you knew you could count on Lisa for caffeine and getting the bar prepped. 

You walked back out to the bar, mentally preparing yourself for the night ahead. In a few minutes people like your office coworkers would stream in, treating each other to after work drinks, socializing, and networking. You used to wonder if your circumstances were different if you would be the type of person who went out after work and socialized with their colleagues. You had come to the realization that “no” you wouldn’t. You would probably go home and sleep. Maybe read. You sighed and shimmied behind the bar as Lisa started to count down the drawer. "Alright, I asked the barback for the alcohol and there's 2 cups of lines and lemons." 

"Thanks a lot babe. See you tomorrow." you waved at her and started to move stuff around to where you liked it. 

"Happy money making." she smiled and headed out. 

As predicted about half an hour later, office workers start to show up and the bar is slowly starting to fill up. Club Tokki is known for its laid back vibe so it's mostly beers and "and" drinks. Whisky and coke. Vodka and soda. Occasionally there were some younger girls here that ordered the more complicated drinks. But you got those out as well; this wasn't the first bar you'd ever worked at, just the latest incarnation. And just like that, the night starts to speed up. Minho arrives two hours into your shift for the after-dinner rush.

“Just in time dude,” you greeted him as he walked behind the bar.

“What do you need?” He asked as he clocks in for the night. 

“The bar is caught up if you want to go check section one. Shinhye has the rest of the floor.” You instructed him and used this opportunity to catch up on cleaning dishes. You caught one of the guys at the end of the bar staring at you. He was definitely good looking, and stood out with his expensive suit, silver hair, and strong facial features. Whatever. As long as he tips. You were not looking for a boyfriend. Or a hookup. You cringed at the thought of even trying to navigate dating between your work schedule and also living with your Aunt as a grown ass woman. You shook your head like it would get rid of the thought. Satisfied with the current state of the bar you took a minute to drink some water and scan the club. There were worse places you could work for sure. 

Minho came back to the bar and asked you to make some shots while he grabs some beers. Grape bombs? Is this 2012? You resisted the urge to gag, having gotten sick on them when you were younger. You placed the drinks on his tray and checked the bartop once again.

Mr. Expensive Suit dimple-face was nursing a Goose and soda. “You doing ok?” you asked him as you made your way down the bar. 

“I’m great. Thanks. What’s your name?”

“[Y/N]” you responded and started to move on to your next guest. 

“This is the part where you ask my name.” he said arrogantly. Suddenly you did not care for him as much.

“Is it? I’ve never talked to someone in a bar before. I didn't realize there was a script.” you responded sarcastically. You hated it when guys thought they could manipulate you. 

“Wow. Ok. Ok. Hard to get. I respect that. I’m Kim Namjoon.” 

“Ok Mr. Kim, is there anything else I can get for you right now?” you asked, oh so sweetly.

“No. I’m good for now.” he said, laughing to himself. He shook his head incredulously and sipped his drink.

Well maybe you weren’t going to get tipped after all. Oh well. 

The rest of the night was mostly a blur. The vodka special brought in quite a few people and you ended up going through four bottles of Goose. Mr. Kim Dimples remained, nursing only his second drink now and still staring at you even though he was trying hard to not look like he was staring. It was awkward. He was hot but sooo not your type. Which you thought you had made clear.

“Mr. Kim, are you sure you even like Goose and soda?” you teased him as you made another round checking on people. 

“You know, I am more of a beer drinker myself, but I can’t pass up a good vodka special.” he leaned to the side, getting out his wallet, and pulled out a business card.

“[Y/N], I’d like for you to take this.” he stuck it between his index and middle finger, holding it out for you to take.

“I am flattered, Mr. Kim, but I’m not interested in anything like that.” you smiled politely. 

He rolled his eyes at you.  “Believe me, I’m not asking you on a date. You are so not my type,” he said with an air of disgust. As though he was repulsed that you would have even thought he would consider asking you out. “This is a job opportunity. I work for a talent agency of sorts.”

Wow. What a dick. “Oh yeah? What talent do you see?” you gesture to yourself. “I do pour some stiff drinks and can usually tell rude guys to fuck off with a smile on my face.”

To your surprise he just laughed. “You are very funny. And I suppose some people would find you attractive. Just take the card. I think you’re the best candidate I’ve found yet.” he stood up and put on his suit jacket, sitting the business card down on the bartop.

“Rude.” you casually said, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"Well, it makes no difference to me if you accept or not. Regardless, there it is." He gestured to the card, and sat down way too much money on top of it. "Keep the change." He turned and left.  

You didn’t end up closing for Minho; the two of you both stayed since it remained steady through closing time. You were weirded out by the conversation with Mr. Kim, but having worked in a bar for the past 7 years, it wasn't the weirdest thing that had ever happened to you. You threw  the business card into your purse and forgot about it for the rest of your shift.

The remainder of the night passed without incident. As much as you disliked it, that weirdo's money helped make sure you could take the bus again the next few days. You stuffed your tips into your purse and walked home. Well. To your aunt's house. It didn't really feel like home. Just a temporary landing spot until you and your siblings could get your own place again. 

You entered quietly and washed your hands. You dutifully went through your siblings school bags, making sure their supplies and homework were where they should be. You packaged their lunches as much as you could and started a fresh batch of rice for tomorrow. All mostly in the dark so you didn't wake anyone up. Your brother was sleeping on the couch, which you hated, but he insisted on it. You were sharing the guest bedroom with your sister and your niece.

You grabbed your laptop and curled up in the corner of the kitchen to not bother anybody. I’m a 27 year old loser hiding on the floor of my Aunt’s apartment in the middle of the night. I have to wake up in 5 hours for my other job and instead I’m going to look up a website that some weird ass rude hot guy at a bar gave me. Why is this my life? You thought, and yet you pulled out the business card and entered the link. It took you to a black website with a white box asking for a code. You flipped the card over, and there it was, handwritten. You type it in and wait for the website to load, convinced it’s going to be some weird porn site with fisting or crush videos. You almost cover your eyes but to your pleasant surprise it’s a normal website. 

Seeking: a suitable adult woman for long-term companionship. Will be well compensated. Serious inquiries only. 

The text continued: If you are on this website, congratulations. You have already presented the basic level qualifications for this position. 

Ok. So maybe this was an escort service. Which I mean...if it paid better than both of your jobs and you didn’t have to have sex with people maybe you could. No. No. You talked yourself out of it and scrolled down to read more of the description,

Requirements:

Female between the ages of 20 and 40.

Flexibility in schedule

Desire to travel and attend events

Strong personality and interpersonal skills

Proficiency with Microsoft Excel and Word 

Punctuality, attention to detail, and strong organizational skills

Desired but not necessary

Non-smoker/drinks alcohol socially

Like animals 

Enjoy listening to music 

Compensation:

Position requires relocation to on-site premises and therefore covers room and board. 

Monthly stipend (click here for more information pertaining to taxes)

3 meals a day, beverages, and snacks included

Most escort services didn’t require proficiency in Microsoft Word or Excel...you were guessing. Maybe it was a legit job. Like an on-site event planner? You clicked the link contained in compensation and HOLY SHIT THAT WAS A LOT OF MONEY. 

You bit your lip and pulled up your resume. It couldn’t hurt to submit it, right? You didn’t have much to update since you had just started your office job 3 months ago. You updated the resume to include that job and listed your address as Club Tokki’s in case this was actually a sex trafficking set up. You thought about it for a another minute and then uploaded the document, took a deep breath, and hit “send.” NEXT CHAPTER

TAGS: @lidda​

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Shuu Ecstasy [09]

ー The scene starts on the balcony of the Sakamaki castle

Ayato: ...Haah...Haah...

Reiji: Ayato!! Can you keep up!?

Ayato: Shut up...I’m right here...!

Subaru: Oi! We can’t take the back door either! Those Vibora bastards have got us perfectly surrounded!

Reiji: Kuh...

Laito: We barely have any Familiars left downstairs either.

Reiji: Ugh...I suppose this is the best we can manage without Father’s support...!

Ayato: Fuck! I’m not the type of guy who runs from a fight! We’ve got no other choice but to face them...!

Reiji: Don’t be ridiculous! You’ve seen what awaits us outside, no!?

Against that number of opponents...We stand absolutely no chance.

Ayato: So we’re just gonna run ‘round in circles then!? You really think I’m gonna be a loser like that!?

Reiji: We have no other choice! If there was a way, I too would...!

Ayato: Uu...Guh...!

Laito: Ayato-kun! You can’t get all heated right now! You’ve only barely recovered from your past injuries!

Ayato: Fuck...

Reiji: ...Either way, reporting back to Father and seeking his instructions is our top priority right now. Let us head to Eden straight away!

*CRASH*

Kanato: What was that sound just now...!?

Laito: You’ve got to be kidding me...Don’t tell me, they intend to break down the whole gate, walls included!?

*Rumble rumble*

Subaru: Oi, let’s go! Lean on me, Ayato!

Ayato: Shut up! Don’t try and order me around...!

ー The brothers run off

Reiji: Ugh...Why are you never there when we actually need you...!?

ー Reiji runs after them

*CRASH*

ー The scene shifts to the underground dungeon

Shin: Huh? Oh, you’re awake.

Since you were sitting there with your head hanging down, I thought you had died for a second.

Yui: Shin-kun...

Shin: Come here. I’ll let you out of here.

ー Shin opens the prison cell

*Creaaak*

Yui: ...What’s this about?

Shin: Do I still need to repeat this? It’s Nii-san’s order.

We’re going to take you to a certain place.

Yui: A certain place...?

Shin: It’s a surprise until we get there. Rest assured. Shuu will be there with you.

ー The scene shifts to outside of the Tsukinami manor

Shuu: ...

Yui: ( Shuu-san...We haven’t had a proper talk ever since our last one. )

( But I don’t know what to do. )

( Shuu-san said that he doesn’t get what goes on inside Karlheinz-san’s head but... )

( I honestly don’t understand...Shuu-san either. )

Carla: Let us go. Follow me.

Yui: Where are we headed...?

Carla: Be quiet and heed my orders. If you do, I shall show you something interesting.

Yui: ( Interesting...? )

Shuu: ...

Shin: Come on, let’s go. If you don’t pick up your step, you’ll get hurt again.

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to right outside the Sakamaki castle

Yui: Eh...? This is...?

( Why are we at the Sakamaki castleーー )

...!!

Those are the Sakamaki brothers...!

Carla: Keep quiet. If they spot us, they will direct their anger towards us.

It would only make sense for those Snakes to want to take revenge on the man standing over there after all.

Shuu: ...

ー The scene shifts to the garden of the castle

Kanato: Uu...!

Vibora A: How dare you kill Zweig-sama!!

*THUD THUD*

Laito: Guh...Ugh...

Vibora B: Where is your older brother!? Tell us his hiding place already!!

Ayato: Like we’ve said a million times already...We don’t know...!

*THUD*

Ayato: ...Hah...!

Reiji: Aya...to...!

Vibora C: You really insist on keeping it a secret, huh? Just as we thought, you’re all in this together...

Vibora A: In that case, he might not show himself at all...Karlheinz seems to be laying low for now as well.

Vibora C: That’s exactly what we want.

Start the execution! We’ll hold up their five severed heads in the air to lure him out!

We shall put an end to the cruel race of Vampires who mercilessly slaughtered our King Zweig!!

Yui: Execution...No way...!!

Shuu: ...

Yui: Shuu-san...!!

Selection

→ You have to stop them right now!! (♡)

Yui: If we don’t stop them soon, Ayato-kun and the others will...!

Shuu: With ‘stopping’, you want me to just casually waltz over there? ...You’ve got to be kidding, right?

Yui: But at this rate, everyone will get killed!

Shuu: ...

→ What should we...!? 

Yui: What should we...!? At this rate, all of them will...

Shuu: ...

Yui: ( Why won’t Shuu-san say anything...!? )

( ...In that case, I have no other choice but to beg Carla-san to do something! )

Carla-saーー!

Shuu: Stop.

Yui: Shuu-san...!?

Shuu: ...Do you really want me to kill the Old Man that badly, you’re willing to go this far?

Carla: Exactly. 

If not, you would never agree to it, am I right?

Shuu: ...This is exactly why I don’t like any of this.

Being the son of the King, and the oldest one at that. Why do I have to be responsible for the lives of people whom I don’t even care for?

That’s exactly why I don’t like standing on top of the hierarchy.

The more you look down on others, the more keen your insight becomes, making you realize just how heavy your own burden is. 

Monologue

As he glared at Carla-san,

Shuu-san clenched his fist so strongly, to the point of shaking. 

Nails dug into the skin of his palm,

blood dripping from in between his fingers.

His lack of care was all one big lie (嘘).

Shuu-san had been enduring it this whole time.

The pain (痛み) of seeing his family get hurt.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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Requested Scenario

A/N: A bit longer than I expected, so I decided to leave it in a cliffhanger. If someone wants a part two, please let me know. I hope you like it @haphazardhufflepuff and sorry for the delay✨✨

Love and Betrayal

Finn Shelby x Sister!Reader | Isaiah Jesus x Sister!ShelbyReader

Prompt: Y/N is Finn’s twin. Her and Isaiah are in a relationship and you are now pregnant, but Finn is not aware of the relationship between you two, so when he finds out things get a bit physical.

Warnings: Mention of violence and foul language.

Being in love was something that you didn’t entirely desire, this was until your eyes met Isaiah’s. You always knew each other, growing up together you ended up seeing him as one of the Shelby, someone close to a brother. However, one day when the two of you were left alone at the house, you finally saw him. He was no more the guy you used to chase and pull a fight with. He was a man, that was looking at you like no one ever did before. His dark eyes looking at yours, clear blue, as they were the best piece of art he had ever seen and that was the moment you craved for love. Isaiah did too, he craved to receive and to give the same burning feeling he had inside of him and he knew right away that, what was torturing him so much and turning him insane, couldn’t be anything else but love.

A young reckless first love that started in the middle of a Tuesday evening, turned into the best thing in your life. A love that had to be kept a secret in order for it to survive. Feeling Isaiah imperceptibly touching your hand while standing next to you, with the room filled with other people, more importantly the Shelby family, could turned your stomach upside down. The first kiss he gave you, he was so scared to be doing the wrong thing that he barely touched you, but that changed very quickly. After a first taste, Isaiah couldn’t stop but thinking about those lips of yours. The constant fear of being caught just helped the passion grow between you two. The sneaking around was exciting for you, hiding something from your family made you feel finally a grown woman. You didn’t feel like you were betraying them all, but Finn... The guilt of hiding something so important from him, to be in love with his best friend, that was a big shame for you.

But you would’ve gone through with it all over again, because you could never give up on Isaiah, you both went two far, there was not turning back. So you decided to finally tell the truth, all the truth. When Finn came home he was surprised to find you there, lately you’ve been sneaking around a lot and he noticed, he knew you were up to no good, but he also knee that if you were doing anything that would have serious repercussions you would tell him. And perhaps, you did, because when he looked at you he immediately knew something was wrong. “You look like a ghost y/n.” He said while sitting next to you, slowly reaching out to your hand and hold it softly.

You laughed, looking at your hand in his and smiled “There’s something I wanted to tell you for a while now.” you said, your voice shaking made him hold your hand a bit tighter as if he was telling you that you were safe, that you could talk to him.

“I knew you were up to no good lately.” he said and shook is head but smiled “It’s me and you, you can tell me everything you know.”

And you nodded, if you were going to tell something to anyone it would have been Finn, he wasn’t just your twin brother, your bond was beyond blood, you shared one soul “I’m always up to no good, it’s part of being a Shelby.” You joked “I.. I met someone, someone I’m really fond of and that really, really cares about me” you said looking at him and despite your fear of being judged, he was still smiling.

“That’s good eh” he said, really happy to know that you at least were able to find someone for yourself “Who’s the loser then? It’s better if I do the talk.” He said referring to their older brothers that were not exactly well mannered when it came to this kind of issue. And here you froze, you were the one now trying to hold his hand and that made him raise an eyebrow, you looked at him, scared and looking for comfort, but he didn’t know how to give it to you since he didn’t know just yet what was the problem “Y/n, who is it?” He asked again this time his voice was not calm.

“Promise me you will try to understand” you begged.

“Stop pissing me off, who the fuck is it?” He quickly replied and he stood up, ready for anything that could have come out of your mouth.

“Finn, promise it”

“I’m not promising shit. Who the fuck is it?” Again, this time he raised his voice “You are going to tell me now or you are going to tell Arthur and Thomas” he said as a threat, which is this case was really a big threat.

“Isaiah.” You whispered, such a small and imperceptible whisper that you barely heard yourself “Isaiah.” You said again, but this time you heard yourself and so did he.

He stood her looking at you. His cheeks now deep red where telling you that he was trying to contain himself. “You are joking eh?” He said, you could tell by his eyes that he felt betrayed and he did. Finn felt sick as soon you said his name. His best friend, the guy he trusted the most was now your lover? “Please tell me you are fucking joking and that you didn’t fuck my best friend”

“It’s not about the sex you idiot.” you said and stood up now “How dare you? Do you really think so low of me?”

“I do not! I think low of him! The man is garbage! Do you know what we do when we go to London?” Finn he screamed at you, making you question if he was indeed the best person you could have gone to seek help.

“We love each other” you proceed saying. You knew about London, you knew what kind of life Isaiah did before you, after all you were friends before anything else.

“What the fuck do you know about love?”

“Well, what the fuck do you know about us” And that come back made him more frustrated than ever. He took a deep breath and quickly put on his jacket. “Where are you going?” You asked, but received no response from him, he instead proceeded and got out of the house so you followed him “Finn wait, let’s talk about this”

“Apparently we can’t because you are in love and all that darned crap” he said pulling your hand off his arm that was trying to take him back in the house “Let’s see what you prince charming has to say about this”. Finn heart was aching. Both his friend and his sister made a fool out of him.

All the way to the pub you tried to convince Finn to go back, that you didn’t want him and Isaiah to fight, but he wasn’t listening. If anything all this talk of yours made him angrier. When arrived at the pub his eyes went straight looking for Isaiah and when he saw him drinking and laughing with some coworkers, he rushed to him and he grabbed him by the collar of his shirt “Easy man” Isaiah said, almost laughing at him. He was tipsy and honestly amused by all the rage that Finn was throwing at him, so out of his character. However when he saw you, quickly rushing towards the too of them he fell all the alcohol he had drank leaving his body and he soon after realise what was happening “Finn, I can expla-“ but Finn didn’t let him finish as he punched him straight in the face making him fall on the ground.

You gasped, you have never seen Finn like that, so angry and impulsive and that made you feel so sad. So sad that you made him like this.

“You fucked my sister?!” He screamed at him, on the ground Isaiah was trying to clean the blood coming out of his nose and again Finn didn’t give him time to speak and he kicked him on the stomach, making him moan out of pain.

“Finn it’s enough!” You yelled at him, incapable of making a move towards him to stop him. Looking at Isaiah bleeding and aching broke your heart, slowly some tears started to run on your cheeks.

“Fuck Finn...” Isaiah moaned out, trying to stand up and he succeeded “I fucking love her, it’s not just sex” he dared to say, he looked over to you trying to smile to let you know that it was okay. He was not going to fight him back, he knew that he messed up and that forgiveness was too soon to seek.

But those words, those big words Isaiah said made Finn took out his gun and pointing it to Isaiah’s head “Dont you dare say those words” he said, now his voice was trembling a bit “How fucking dare you? After all we did for you and your family?” But they both now Finn rage didn’t have anything to do with what the Shelby did for Isaiah, for Finn it was his best friends going behind his back.

“I’m pregnant” you yelled, unnecessary are the pub was now in a deep silence and only Finn and Isaiah’s voices were raised.

Finn almost let the gun fell out his hand and Isaiah, he almost fell himself. Now, that was going to be another big talk to have.

[lovelyirony]

@kimannhart all you ask is yours! presenting: avengers hide and go seek 

It first starts when they’re talking about the games they used to play as children. This involves quite a bit of “guess which game was normal and which one did Clint play in the circus.” 

It ends with Sharon and Tony mischievously mentioning that they used to play hide-and-go-seek in the dark all the time. 

“It’s the best,” Sharon says. “And part of the reason why I get high marks in my stealth.” 

“You have the highest marks of the academy because of hide-and-go seek? In the dark?” Natasha deadpans. 

“Yes.” 

“Let’s play.” 

Natasha volunteers to be the “seeker.” 

“Oh come on, we’re all gonna be found in ten minutes,” Clint whines. 

“Not if it’s tower-wide,” Steve suggests. “Or at least, floor-wide. Maybe two floors.” 

“So then it’s this floor and the floor above-wide,” Natasha says. “And I’ll find all of you. That’s a promise.” 

“Is it?” Tony taunts. Natasha pokes her tongue out childishly. 

She counts to eighty-five, and the Avengers disperse around the tower. Many think they have an unbeatable spot. 

But none have met Tony and Sharon. 

Tony and Sharon used to compete against each other during Christmas breaks. Sharon learned that the best spot to hide is in the wide open. You blend in with the furniture, with the surroundings? No one thinks of you for a second. 

Tony, on the other hand, loves the unexpected. 

(He also purposefully decorates his house with very wide, framed paintings for this exactly purpose. Or at least, close to it.) 

- 

Natasha easily finds Bucky first, who didn’t even try as to hide. He hid underneath the kitchen table bench. 

“Child’s play,” Natasha hisses with satisfaction. 

“That’s the whole point of hide-and-seek,” Bucky says. “Besides, I was just getting to the good part of my show. Thank you for finding me. See you soon.” 

“Give me any hints?” 

“A good spy doesn’t need hints.” 

“A great spy knows to ask anyway,” Natasha counters. 

Bucky sighs and jerks a thumb to the lab. 

She thinks that she’s finding Tony. After all, the lab is like his paradise. There are tons of nooks and crannies to figure out. 

Too bad she only finds Steve halfway behind one of the larger armors, and he’s a dead giveaway with his breathing pattern. 

“You analyzed my breathing pattern? Why?” Steve says. 

“In case.” 

“In case of what?” 

“You need a clearance level of twelve to access that particular bit of information. For now, tell me which way Clint went.” 

“I don’t know. Bruce headed for the garden.” 

- 

Bruce is found lying in the middle of a dense group of flower bushes. Honestly, she nearly missed him. 

He’s asleep. 

Natasha gently kicks him with her foot. He rolls over, giving her an unimpressed stare. 

“I found you.” 

“And I’m still lying here. Go find someone else. I bet Clint is in the library or some shit.” 

“Hmph. I almost didn’t find you. Who lays down on their stomach to nap? You’re leaving yourself vulnerable.” 

“Natasha, be a dear and remember who else you were gently kicking in the ribs.” 

“Hi Hulk,” Natasha says. “Sorry.” 

Bruce’s eyes flash green for a moment, a glint of amusement in them. That’s enough for now. 

- 

Clint and Thor are both in the library, although Clint managed to fit himself into a suit of armor and Thor just decided to hide himself under a rug. 

“I’m disappointed in you,” Natasha says. “Now help me find Sharon and Tony.” 

- 

It takes them two more hours to find them. Sharon and Tony absolutely do not mess around, and it shows. 

Tony was literally in the bar. Sitting where the sink was, posing perfectly to mimic the gigantic portrait of himself behind him. 

“Pays to be a recovering alcoholic, losers!” He says, clambering down from his spot. 

“I wish that wasn’t so sad, but I also wish you hadn’t used the association psychology trick to make me not look in the bar for you,” Natasha answers. “I hate you.” 

“Using my own issues for my benefit? Classic me!” Tony gleefully yells. “And I’m not telling you where Sharon is!” 

Natasha narrows her eyes very specifically, in a way that’s made leaders of countries have shakes in their knees and a strong desire to open windows. 

Tony is unfazed. 

“Cousin code outweighs your creepy stare,” Tony says, pouring himself a glass of apple juice. “But have fun!” 

Sharon is fucking impossible to find. 

- 

Eventually, Natasha finds her lounging in Tony’s gigantic walk-in closet, chilling in the revolving closet. 

“What.” 

“I told you!” Sharon snickers. “You would find me last or not at all.” 

Natasha stares. 

“I checked here. Five times. I’m dating you.” 

“And yet here we are,” Sharon says, tapping Nat’s nose with her index finger. “Better luck next time, cutie pie.” 

- 

Natasha still pouts that she couldn’t find Sharon and Tony. Says that they had to have moved, or something. 

Sharon and Tony just grin. 

“Well, we’ll have to be the seekers next time we play,” they agree. “And we’ll show you how it’s done.” 

“Why do you think I’ve been having all of you take personality tests for months?” Tony asks, grinning. 

“So that wasn’t a way to get to know us better in terms of friendship?” Thor asks. 

“Not in terms of friendship. I’ve been compiling data to coordinate where I think your go-to hiding spot is,” Tony says. “Sharon’s been helping with analysis on how well that spot would work out for you. Bruce, you’re going to supremely bad luck.” 

“That’s been my life motto for the last forty-three years.” 

“Aren’t you forty-two?” 

“Yup.” 

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Diego Hargreeves x Powered reader (Platonic Klaus x reader)

Summary: You and Klaus get very drunk in the Academy and have an absolute ball until Diego comes to take you home.

-Reader is from What a Time to be Alive universe

Masterlist

You’re with Klaus one night, he’s drunk as a skunk and high as a fucking kite all in one incredibly chaotic mixture. Diego’s off gallivanting around the city and you’re not in the mood for any late night crime fighting, so instead you’re chilling with Klaus in the Academy while Reginald is off on some business abroad, or at least that’s what Pogo told you. At the moment Klaus is talking to himself on the carpet as he stares wide eyed at a dream catcher on the far wall. You’re laying on his bed staring up at the ceiling, your mind swirling with random thoughts.

“Heyyy..uh...Y/N my favorite Vampire seductress. Hows ‘bout we tell each other a fun fact about ourselves.” He slurs drunkingly, his face a giant smile of bliss. You give him a hum of acknowledgment as you think for a second of what to say.

“Okay I’ll go first. I have a tattoo of a fish skeleton under my right boob.”

He bursts out laughing at the honest bluntness of your comment, “Cheers to our amazinggg tats my friend.” Quips Klaus as he takes another small swig of his liquor. You continue to stare up at the ceiling, your eyes following the dimly lit Christmas lights strung about the walls.

“Okay my turn. When I was 10, I challenged myself to see if I could steal one thing from everyone’s room in a week.”

“How’d that turn out for you?”

“Oh I was highly successful, until Pogo caught me sneaking around old Reggie’s office. Ya know now since I’ve thought about it...he probably saved my ass from some gory fate if Dad actually caught me.”

“Amazing.”

Klaus nods as he shifts himself around to face you, “So my dear, you got anything else that’s highly juicy drama? Come onnnn, you have to have had some wild nights with my bro for sure.” He says while wiggling his eyebrows, hoping for an answer. You roll yourself onto your stomach so as to better see him.

“None that are for your innocent ears, Klaus.”

“Oooohhh the scandal, you know what...I don’t wanna know. Oh hey Y/N have some of this shit it’s seriously sooo good.” Insists Klaus while raising up his almost empty bottle of whatever. You eye it curiously, it does smell appealing if you’re being honest, and there’s no one here to stop you.

“Yeah alright lets get fucked up, why not.” His face breaks out into a full Cheshire Cat smile as he eagerly hands you the bottle of alcohol. You grasp the glass bottle, flashing him a quick smirk before chugging the rest of it, much to Klaus’ surprised amusement.

“Yeahhh Y/N! We’re breakkin the ruulesss tonight.” He laughs while cheering you on. You finally set the bottle down as a do your best to hold in a watery burp, your face making a sour expression instead.

“Classy Y/N.”

“Thank you I’ll be here all night.”

Suddenly Klaus’ face shifts into a fake pout, as he sits on his carpet like a moody six year old, you smile at him as you tilt your head to the side.

“Whatcha thinking ‘bout Klaus.”

“We’re out of booze. This is not good.”

You can’t help yourself as a loud laugh bursts from your lips, the alcohols effects ever so slightly working their way into your bloodstream. He snaps his attention back to you, his face faining shock.

“This is a serious issue Y/N!”

“Exactly! We’re gonna have to go on a mission...to the downstairs bar...for..”

“For..?”

“For the good shit.”

“YES! You’re a genius, no wonder Diego keeps you around...you’re so smart Y/N..and he’s just so...stupid.” Drawls Klaus with an intoxicated giggle at the end.

You snort at the odd compliment of Klaus’ while getting up off of the bed, and setting the empty bottle onto the covers. You stand above Klaus as you reach your hand out for him to take, he gladly accepts your invitation for making more mischief as you easily pull him up, the both of you silently walking out the door and quietly tiptoeing down the vacant hallway. You’re in the lead as Klaus holds onto the bottom of your t-shirt in the darkness. He can’t see nearly as well as you can, so he smartly lets you handle your guys’ stealth mode adventure through the Academy’s eccentric hallways. You listen for any sounds of Pogo or Grace who may potentially cross paths with the two of you, and most likely ruin your fun.

The both of you ever-so-sneakily fumble up the stairs like giggly school girls doing something they shouldn’t be. Once you reach the top you sniff the air for any threats, nothing. Taking this as an obvious sign that everything’s all clear you make a break for the main living room, Klaus hot on your heels. Sprinting faster then you’ve ever seen him before, it’s honestly quit impressive.

You skid to an abrupt stop once you finally reach the back of the bar where all the most expensive and best tasting beverages are kept. Klaus quickly pushing past you to seek out his favorite bottle, you watch him grab one then two different kinds, insisting that they’re both equally as important and they shouldn’t be separated cause that would be a crime. You agree, looking through the vast collection as your skilled eyes finally lock onto your favorite drink. You pick it up eagerly, swiftly turning your body back around to face a visibly excited Klaus who’s practically shaking with adrenaline or maybe it’s whatever drugs he took, you’re not really sure.

“Y/N if you would do the honors.” He asks while handing you his bottle to open since you’re the stronger one here. You set your own bottle down onto the counter, taking his and twisting it with a satisfying pop sound as the cap releases. He practically yanks it out of your hands, giving you a peppy salute before taking a long swig. You leave him to it, opening up your own bottle and taking a hearty drink of your own. The two of you wipe your mouths as you both take a satisfied sigh of relief, enjoying how the alcohol is starting to slowly affect you.

“You know what we need to make this experience extra fantastic?”

“Blow my frickin mind.”

“Music!” Shouts Klaus as he races around the bar and bolts towards the stairs leading down to his room. With your bottle still in hand you hustle after him, practically sliding into his door when you make it to his room. He’s already ahead of the game as he fumbles around with his record player, putting a classic tune on that instantly has you jumping. The two of you practically scream sing the lyrics of the song currently blasting throughout the room and down the hallway. Both you jumping on his bed and dancing around the small area like bad little kids staying up past their bedtime.

You don’t remember how you got to the top floor of the Umbrella Academy but here you are. One fourth of a bottle full in your left hand and a red plastic lightsaber in your right. Klaus standing a couple feet away practically mirroring your own stance. He just looks a lot more fucked up then you are, as he drunkingly swings the saber around like a lunatic.

“Y/N I HAVE THE HIGH GROUND!”

“But you were the CHOSEN one!”

“Die rebel scum!” Yelps Klaus as he swings his weapon towards you, he looks like an old man as he’s basically moving in slow motion for dramatics. You give him his moment as you lean into the lightsaber, pretending to get sliced in the most ridiculously dramatic way possible.

“Ugh I am...defeated...blah.”

“HA get fucked loser!” Laughs Klaus who starts to randomly dance around you in a sort of weird victory dance type thing. You raise your own lightsaber up into the air as you shout a loud battlecry.

“SIKE! The evil cannot defeat me....I am INVINCIBLE!” Klaus’ eyes widen as you give him a devilish grin, he suddenly flips you off and screams before hauling ass down the hallway.

“Come get me bitches!!!”

Downing most of your bottle you race after him with your saber swinging wildly in front of you, he turns a corner and then down another in a fruitless attempt at losing you. You suddenly catch him into a corner, stalking slowly over to him like a tigress to her prey, his eyes going wide. But without warning he haphazardly chucks his lightsaber at you, successfully smacking you across the head with it, catching you very off guard and giving him just enough time to book it down the hallway and down the stairs. You quickly recover, downing the rest of your bottle as you trade it for the extra lightsaber. Cackling to yourself like a crazed witch as you continue your hunt for Klaus.

You can hear him running around the Academy so you take a shortcut down another hallway, leading you right in front of him. He stops, eyeing you suspiciously as he gets into a kung foo looking posture.

“I have two lightsabers you dumb-buss. And I’m gonna kick your buns for that little getaway stunt you just pulled. Bitch.”

“Get hit by a car.” Whisper yells Klaus before abruptly turning around and racing down the hallway once again.

As you race around another corner you suddenly smack into the back of Klaus, knocking yourself backwards and onto the floor with a breathy grunt. “Klaus what the he..” Your eyes go wide when they land on an incredibly confused Pogo who’s eyes the two of you suspiciously. You quickly gather yourself as you bolt to your feet, doing a terrible job at hiding the lightsabers behind you in the process.

“Now what is all this ruckus about you two?”

“Oh, what did you hear something suspicious? Me and Y/N/N here were just...uh...checking the halls for any possible intruders.” Rambles Klaus, hands casually on his slender hips as he stares at Pogo with the chillest face possible.

“Yeah, don’t worry Pogo. No thieves in this Academy.” You nervously shrug, giving him a forced smile, though you’re pretty sure you look a bit demented. Pogo looks between the two of you knowing full well that your dumbasses are drunk and causing all kinds of mischief around the large estate. This is definitely not the first time this has happened and probably not the last, he shakes his head as he blinks, “Well then...that’s good to know...I’ll just be in my room reading if you two need anything. Goodnight.”

“Night Pogo.”

“Save travels in dreamland.” Snickers Klaus as you smack the back of his head.

Pogo gives the both of you a kind tight lipped smile before nodding and turning around to walk into his room. You watch as he disappears within, the great oaken door shutting with a small thud. Klaus abruptly swivels to face you, a cheeky grin stuck to his scruffy face, “That went pretty well...all things considered.”

“Guess what.”

“What.”

“You’re a little bitch. And I have two lightsabers.” His eyes quickly widen in realization as he swats at your shoulder, laughing in delight as he practically gallops down the hallway.

“Stop running I might throw up!”

You sprint after him, Klaus leads you down more hallways and stairs until you catch him in the front room. Blocking him from escaping anywhere else into the Academy, unless he opened the front door and ran outside, but that’s highly unlikely considering it’s snowing out and he’s shoeless and without a shirt on except for a Hufflepuff scarf you bought him last year. Klaus fake growls at you while flailing his lanky arms around like pool noodles. You suddenly have the bright idea of jumping onto the wooden table, and without another thought you do just that.

It surprisingly holds you up, Klaus steps back as you swing your dual lightsabers around like a maniac, clearly enjoying yourself in this blissfully warm drunken state. Quickly thinking on the fly, or maybe its his ingrained hero training, Klaus grabs a spare umbrella hanging on the coat rack and swings it at you with a new theatrical passion.

“Don’t worry Y/N I’ll put you out of your misery!” Shouts Klaus as he swats your legs with the umbrella, you smack him on the arm as he yelps out in pain.

“I’ll put your grandma out of her misery!”

“I don’t even have a grandma you monster!”

“Neither do I!”

The front door swings open just as Klaus finishes his sentence and you loudly answering him back, as the both of you swing your weapons at each other once again. You and Klaus oblivious to whoever just walked inside, until the door shuts with a loud thud, causing the two of you to stop mid hit and look over to the individual standing by the front entrance, who’s looking a very hard mixture of concerned and not sure if he should ask. Your eyes instantly go wide as they land on Diego.

“She started it!” Points Klaus before smacking your legs with the umbrella and booking it down the hallway for about the hundredth time that night. You jump off the table, sprinting towards Klaus with a new found purpose, leaving a confused Diego in your wake. Klaus is fast but not fast enough as you slide past him and block his ass from seeking safety within his room. The two of you have an intense old western style stare down for a couple moments before he breaks the silence.

“I may be vurrryyy outs of it, but I think Diego is hurrr.” Slurs Klaus as he leans himself against the wall.

“Well he’s not allowed in our pillow fort then.”

“We don’t even have a pillow fort Y/N!”

“We gonna have one now! Let’s get inside!” You quickly whisper yell at him, before grabbing his hand and yanking him into his room, shutting the door right after. Forgetting to lock the door in the process. You and Klaus throw some chairs and blankets around, in a sad attempt at making a pillow fort. It looks like a goddamn pillow Godzilla came crashing through your plush city of Pillow Tokyo, but who cares at this point anyways. The two of you begin laughing like a pair of drunken sailors as Klaus hands you another one of his half filled bottles. You gladly accept with a lopsided smile while Klaus mumbles something to himself. A second later the door jiggles and opens a few inches before it gets stuck on a bunched up blanket.

“Y/N, Klaus what the hell are you two doing? And let me in.”

“What’s the password Diego?” Giggles you and Klaus as Diego let’s out a frustrated sigh.

“Uh...”

“Incorrect. You’ve got two more guesses babe.” You playfully snap at him.

“Luther sucks?”

“Errrgggg, wrong again brother.” Quips Klaus, taking the bottle out of your hand to down some himself.

“Y/N is the best?” Tries Diego cautiously, hoping this will be the password. You bolt up from the floor as you lose your footing and catch yourself with a quick smack of your hands into the doorframe. Diego holds in a laugh as he gives you an amused smile, still finding you absolutely adorable even when visibly out of it and quit possibly drunk off your ass.

“DD, hellooowww.” You wiggle your eyebrows at him as you give him a sappy grin.

“Don’t let him in Y/N he didn’t guess the password. It’s Jesus...the passwords always Jesus.” Warns Klaus in the background. Diego raises his eyebrows at that as your face falls in disappointment.

“Dammit Klaus now he knows.” You turn round to hiss at him like an angry cat.

“Y/N I don’t really...uh..really feel good.” Mumbles Klaus as he leans himself back against a pile of pillows. You purse your lips into a tight frown, realizing in your own buzzed state that the fun is over and you’ll have to go home, but it’s cold outside. You look up at Diego as he stares back down at you, he’s not entirely sure if your about to cry or not, until your face abruptly lights up into a cheeky grin taking him off guard.

“Y/N. Don’t do it.” Is all he has time to say before you hastily slam the door in his face and turn around to get the high ground on Klaus’ bed. You’ve got an empty bottle in one hand as Diego shoves the door open eyeing you up like a wolf to his prey. You’d be more turned on by this if it wasn’t for the fact that you really don’t want to go home. He carefully walks in closer to you as Klaus watches in amusement, loudly cheering Diego on. You’re back presses against the back wall as you hold out your empty wine bottle in defense, “None of you bitches could handle me.”

“Y/N put the bottle down.”

“I’ve died of alcohol poisoning twice you can’t kill me!”

“I wish I could do that.” Adds Klaus with a laugh.

“That’s not something to be proud of.” Says Diego as his attention snaps back to you.

“I’ve done cocaine off of Brad Pitts ass cheeks.” You cackle as your face breaks out into another bright smile, Diego lets out an amused huff of air, really doing his best to keep a straight face at your intoxicated nonsense.

“Oh shit me too. Or maybe he was a stripper, ya know I don’t actually recall.”

“Jesus Christ you two.” Mutters Diego as he slowly gets closer to you, his legs now reaching the bed. He gives you a pleading look as he reaches his arm out for you to take.

“No TOUCHY. I have a boyfriend!” You shout back, as he quickly takes the opportunity to snatch your bottle out of your hand and toss it into the nearby destroyed pillow fort.

“Y/N I am your boyfriend. And we need to go home now. Please.” You give him a dirty look before rolling your eyes and walking into his open arms, not being able to resist from him any longer. He hugs you tight while gently setting your feet onto the carpeted floor.

“I’ll help you put your boots and coat on okay? Just sit on the bed please.” He sweetly asks, you oblige without so much as a pout. Letting him take care of you in the smallest of ways, once you’re finally all ready to go he takes your hands and pulls you up.

“See ya ‘round Klaus. Have fun, do crimes.” You wink while shooting him finger guns, he nods his head lifting up a lightsaber to salute you.

“May the forces of this broken umbrella be with you.” Replies Klaus, lifting up the umbrella to salute you again. Diego lets out an amused snort as he says goodbye to his brother and ushers you out the door. He holds your hand the whole time as he leads you throughout the Academy and all the way to the front door, where he opens it for you to walk through.

When you walk outside the air is calm and quiet, the world is cold and surrounded in a shimmering white blanket of fresh snow. A small silent parade of silver confetti falls lightly from the dark sky, landing on your flushed face as cool icy kisses touch your hot skin. It feels nice and has your head spinning as you wait on the sidewalk for Diego to finish locking the front gate. His steps are quiet in the snow as he links his arm with yours, startling you for a second before you relax back into his touch. The two of you walk peacefully through the snow covered sidewalk for about fifteen minutes before you decide to break the quiet.

“So hows’ err night ‘iego?” You slur while struggling to stay balanced, your head feels cloudy and the sparkly snow is messing with your perception due to you being drunk and all. He pulls you in closer while placing a quick kiss onto the top of your head. 

“I saved this old guy from getting robbed by some teenage punks, who clearly didn’t know what they were doing. It was too easy, but uh...that was about it. Pretty slow tonight actually.” You let out a satisfied hum in response.

“You’re like...so...hot.” You mumble while craning your neck to get a good view of his face. He looks down at you with an adoring smirk gracing his lips, his very very kissable lips. You can’t help yourself as you pull down on his jacket collar and crash your lips into his, its a sweet but brief embrace, as he pulls away first. You give him an annoyed pout while he smiles, shaking his head at you.

“We gotta make it home Y/N. I can already tell how bad your hangovers gonna be in the morning.”

You give him a what-the-fuck face, still pissed that he broke your kiss so soon and is now instructing you like a mother goose. You’re not having it one bit. In response you pull his hat down into his eyes and trip him into a snowbank, you watch in amusement as he disappears into the cold puffy whiteness. Only to come back into view with an angry grunt as he pulls himself to his feet, you’re absolutely losing your shit watching him struggle and get frustrated with you. By the time he’s removed the snow from his face, he stops his angry protests to watch you crying with laughter. His frustration and growing irritation slowly dissipating away as he sees how truly happy you are, it’s adorable to watch someone like you in such a rare drunkingly blissful state. He breaks out into a tired grin, thinking it best not to provoke you anymore as he abandons the idea of throwing a snowball at you. As this decision may not end very well for him.

“Come on you goofball lets get inside. Some of us can actually get frostbite.” Diego tells you while throwing a snow covered arm over your shoulder, your face breaks out into a crooked half smile as you lean into Diego’s warm side once again. Then without warning your stomach lurches with a nasty after taste of whatever you ate earlier touching your tongue. Instantly you break from his grasp, turning to the snowy street curb and abruptly puking onto the dazzling snow innocently minding its business below. Diego instantly rushes to hold your hair back as you loudly let it all out, your body feels like it’s on fire and your throat hurts as you continue to vomit a nasty mix of alcohol and chicken nuggets. Once done, you quickly wipe off your mouth of any lasting unwanted particles.

You spit in the snow, turning around to face a concerned Diego who looks at you worriedly with those big brown eyes of his. You give him a theatrical bow, before hanging your head down in exhaustion as you slowly shuffle past him.

“Oh shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking it.”

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Riot Act: Seven

“What are we doing out here, Clint?” you ask, folding your arms against your chest. Not sure if you mean to protect yourself or keep warm. Maybe a bit of both. 

“Need to talk to you,” he huffed.

“You’re drunk, Hawk.” you say quietly.

“So’re you,” he retorted, stepping closer.

“Not that drunk,” you tell him, backing up. 

“No?”

“No,” you tell him, shaking your head. But you still can’t bring your eyes up to meet his. You really don’t want to look at him. Not while he’s looking at you like this. Like he’s jealous.

“Then what were you doing with Rick?” he asks, smirking. Like he caught you at something. 

You shrug and take a deep breath. You don’t tell him that you wanted Rick because you wanted to pretend he was someone else. That he was the man standing in front of you. He smells like whiskey and cinnamon. Aftershave. It’s a smell you know well. You’d fallen asleep on his shoulder on the way home so many times, it might be the most soothing smell in the world. It smells like home and it’s making your head swim. And your eyes water. 

“Did he hurt you?” Clint asked, frowning. 

“No,” you yelp, your voice cracking, “I just-”

“He hurt you,” Clint said, stepping closer to you carefully, “I’m gonna-”

“Stoppit!”

Clint stops, head swiveling back towards you, “What-”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you tell him, “I just wanna go to bed.”

“Kid,” he tried. Watching tears shine in your lights, as you stand there blinking them back and trying to hold yourself together makes him feel like he’s being stabbed in the guts. 

“Don’t,” you whisper, “Please.” You can’t take the ‘Let’s be friends’ speech. Not from Clint. You’d rather throw yourself off the roof. Or get a root canal every day. And you don’t think you can watch him settle down with anyone else. 

Clint doesn’t know what to say. He knows you’re a light weight. And he knows that you’re trying, desperately to try and play it cool. And he can see this tearing you apart. He’s watched you go through break ups. And bad dates. He’s watched you cry over losers for years. And now here you are, crying again. Crying over him. 

You turn away from him taking a deep breath. You have to get out of here. You have to get away from him. Before you have time to beg. To say things to him that no self respecting grown woman should say. You have to walk away from him while you still have a scrap of dignity left. And so you do.

You mean to start down the steps and get off the roof. But a familiar calloused hand closes gently around your wrist and you can’t go. You can’t move. You’re rooted to the spot like he fired a putty arrow at your feet. “Don’t go,” he murmured, “Stay with me?”

“Clint,” you breathe, “Please.”

“No,” he pleaded, “Just listen, okay? I’m sorry.”

You still. And you haven’t punched him in the face. So he keeps talking,

“I shouldn’t have lied to you,” he said softly.

“Lied to me?” you ask, wiping away frustrated tears on the back of your hand.

“Yeah,” he said, cringing, “I didn’t kiss you for the mission.”

You half turn and look at him, “Then why-”

“Because I love you, okay?” he said, letting go of your wrist. “I’ve been in love with you since we got arrested in Utah. Fuck. I probably loved you before then. I was just to stupid to realize it.”

“Clint-”

“I’m sorry. I lied to you. I lied and now you’re crying and I just... please don’t-”

But Clint doesn’t get the chance to finish that sentence. He has to wrap an arm around you to keep you from falling over. And he can’t stop you from pressing your lips against his. Hungry and searching. Pleading. “Please don’t be lying to me now,” you’re telling him. “Please let this be real.”

And he has no choice but to surrender. He can’t watch you cry over him. He can’t live with himself knowing that you’re crying over him in the dark in your room. All he can do is beg you to forgive him. And as he wraps his arms around you and gently takes control of things, all he can do is kiss you. Hauling you gently onto the nearest table and groaning as you wrap your legs around his waist. Clinging to him for more. More he was more than willing to give you.

There were no words. No sound but soft moans and panting. Clint can feel himself getting dizzy. Drunk all over again on the taste of tequila clinging to your lips. But as he slides his hand up your thighs, searching for your panties, he pauses. Asking permission. 

“Don’t stop,” you plead, “Please.”

And Clint doesn’t need any more encouragement, unwrapping you from him just long enough to slide them off, chuckling as he slides a finger against your folds, reveling in what you feel like, “Good girl,” he praises, kissing along your neck. 

“Clint,” you pant, arching into him, reaching for his belt.

“I know, kid,” he chuckles, “trust me?”

You nod and he pulls a condom clumsily from his wallet, letting it fall to the floor. And you hardly notice him putting it on as he claims your lips in another kiss that makes your head spin. What you do notice is the feel of him against your entrance, waiting for permission.  “Yes,” you pant, “Please?”

“So polite,” he teases, pushing into you with a moan. Burying his face in your shoulder as legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. And for a while, where is no sound. Nothing but animal growls and needy whimpers as he fucks into you. Chasing the bliss he’s been dreaming of in this moment between your thighs. He kisses you quiet quickly when you cry out and fucks you harder, seeking his own release. Thankful to be kissing you when he comes with a growl. “Fuck,’ he panted. “Fuck, Kid. Yes.”

“Clint-” you whine, hiding your face in his shoulder. 

“Shh,” he soothes, gentling you. “I’m here, kid. I’m here.”

And when you start crying all over again he isn’t sure why. Or what to do about it.

[stellar-alley]

Everfalls

•Chapter 21•

This is based off of the artwork by oceanteeeth on Instagram!

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(Summary: The Finale.)

The Final Chapter

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The sun rose on that Saturday morning to find two Ancestors that had shifted back to their human forms.

They ended the night with the Losers in the forest during an intense game of hide and seek. They woke up the next morning cuddled on the beach together. Eddie laid on Richie's chest, their legs tangled up. Both of their ears out. Eddie had his hand placed over Richie’s heart as he listened to it beat inside of his chest. He felt the calming sensation of his boyfriends chest rising and falling. Richie laid nude on the beach with his boyfriend cuddled up on top of him. His wolf tail was half buried in the sand. The dark sand felt cool and moist on his bare back. He had both of his arms wrapped around the fully clothed Ancestor on his chest. The smaller boy was warm, his body gave off enough heat for the both of them.

(Richie needed to undress for his transformation as his was messier. When Eddie’s is more magical. Which allowed him to keep his clothes)

“G’morning” Richie whispered in his deep morning voice when Eddie’s eyes fluttered open.

“Hey” Eddie’s face had been emotionless and peaceful while he slept, now it softened at the sight of his boyfriend. He smiled softly, “How are you feeling? Any aches?” His voice came out low, almost a whisper.

“No I-I’m actually okay… More than okay” Richie’s face broke out into a smile, leaning up, lightly kissing Eddie’s lips. One of his hands wandered up to play with Eddie’s messy hair.

“Good, that’s good. We should go back to the hotel before they realize we’re gone” Eddie hesitated before he rolled off of Richie. “Oh- shit you’re naked” Eddie groaned.

Richie snorted, “What it’s not anything you haven’t seen before” he chuckled.

Eddie’s brow creased, he began to take his sweater off, the pullover one he had brought on the trip since he knew that the temperature dropped the closer you were to big bodies of water. “Take this asshole” Eddie tossed the sweater at Richie who made over dramatic kissing sounds in return.

Nonetheless Richie accepted the sweater, grateful to not be 100% nude on the beach now. He sat up and pulled the sweater over his head. Eddie had a thing for larger sweaters which was fortunate because it fit Richie almost perfectly. He cuddled it closer for a moment, inhaling a scent he was all too familiar with. Rain, evergreen, lilacs, Eddie.

“Let’s get going. I wanna be the first one on that bus, and off this fucking island before they find that damn body-“ Eddie cut himself off, knowing that he’d work himself up if he were to continue.

Richie got to his feet, dusted the sand off of his ass and legs. “Which they won’t. That bitch is swimming with the fishes” Richie made a wave motion with his arm, pointed out towards the ocean.

“Whatever” Eddie shut his eyes and shook his head. His soft curls shook from side to side with him, his bunny ears bopping with the motion. The humidity in the air had made Eddie’s normally straight (ish) hair curl into soft little waves that made Richie’s heart skip a beat.

Richie stepped up towards Eddie and wrapped him in a warm hug. Eddie buried his head into Richie’s chest. The taller boy laid his check on top of the others head.

“Seriously though we should go back-“ Eddie said, mufflered by the sweater.

“Oh god!” Richie barked out a laugh, “You really know how to ruin a moment don’t you?” He smiled down at Eddie once they pulled apart.

Eddie rolled his eyes. He stood up on his tippy toes to kiss Richie’s lips before he intertwined their fingers. “Come on sour wolf!” Eddie called out as he began leading Richie back towards town.

~

They snuck Richie in through the back entrance and hid Richie in the bathroom since he was only wearing a hoodie and literally nothing else. So they had to shove his tail into the back of Eddie’s sweater and pull the hoodie on to hide his wolf ears. Which meant Eddie had to run up to their room without being seen by any of the adults and grab Richie’s clothes. But since Eddie gave RIchie his sweater, he had nothing to hide his bunny ears with, so he ended up sneaking around the hotel with his shirt pulled up over the back of his head like a nun.

After Eddie got Richie to dress down the night prior, he had left them in a neat pile in the grass, along with his hat and glasses and Stanley had taken them back to the room so they wouldn’t get lost.

After about the fifth knock he finally heard the distant sounds of footsteps approaching the door. The door creaked as it opened. Stanley only stuck his head out, which gave Eddie more than enough context on what he and Bill were up to previously. The messy hair, the raw lips, and that little dark patch on Stan’s neck that kinda looked like a hickey.

“Oh” Stanley said, shocked to see him. “Morning” He said, eyes wide.

“You guys having fun in there?” Eddie smirked with raised eyebrows.

Stan sighed and rolled his eyes, his head disappeared for a moment before he shoved the pile of clothes at Eddie. “Go” He growled light heartedly as he leaned out just enough to show some bare chest.

Eddie tried to lean in to see more, “Wait are you naked-“.

“Begone!” Stan declared before closing the door in Eddie’s face.

Eddie had to hold a hand over his mouth to refrain from laughing. He took a moment to collect himself before he went back down to that main bathroom in the lobby where he found Richie aimlessly playing with the agalets of his sweater.

“Here” Eddie tossed them at Richie whoo hastily caught most of it.

“Merci Monsieur” Richie said in his best (Worst) french accent. He closed the stall door and began getting dressed.

Eddie leaned his back up against the door and waited a beat before “Stan and Big Bill finally got together” Eddie giggled.

“Shut. Up. Really?” Richie suddenly opened the stall door, causing Eddie to stumble as that’s what he was leaning on. Richie still was not wearing anything aside from the sweater so Eddie’s eyes immediately shot up to meet his boyfriend’s which were wide and in shock.

“Yes really! Now put some pants on” Eddie laughed and pushed Richie back into the stall before he closed the door once again. He could hear Richie giggling from inside the stall. “Hurry up we need to make it so no one finds out we left” Eddie tried to keep a straight tone.

Richie finished changing and gave Eddie his sweater back so he could hide his own ears. He followed Eddie out of the bathroom and back to their room. But just as they rounded the corner in the main hallway leading to their room, they saw Mr Brock talking to Mrs Stuart in the dead center of the hallway.

“Shit!'' Eddie yelped. He quickly shut his mouth and yanked Richie back to the other side of the corner with him. “How the hell are we gonna get passed him?” He wondered.

“Uhh- Here let me try something…” Richie’s voice drifted off as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and started sending out a text.

“What are you-“

“Wait” Richie held up a hand as if to silence Eddie.

“-What?”

Richie raised his eyebrows but kept his eyes on his phone, “Keep waiting!”.

They both stopped at the sudden sound of a door creaking open. The boys peaked around the corner and witnessed Beverly Marsh come out of her room with a blanket around her waist. They used their other ears to tune in.

“-I don’t have any! And none of the other girls have any” Beverly complained.

“Are you sure you have uh- it?” Mr Brock asked, he uncomfortably shifted from one foot to another.

“Yes of course I’m fucking sure! Do you honestly think I wouldn’t know when I got my damn period” Bev gritted her teeth.

“Ms Marsh please keep your voice down” Mr Brock tried to smile but failed.

Beverly glanced over her shoulder and sent a glare towards the boys, telling them ‘go now’.

“Beverly I must have some on me” Mrs Stuart began rifling through her purse.

Richie took Eddie’s hand and slowly began creeping behind the teachers backs towards their room.

Beverly kept them distracted long enough until they made it to the door. Then just as they slid into their room, Beverly clutched her stomach and nodded to whatever they had been saying. Mrs Stuart got something out of her purse and discreetly handed it towards Beverly, she took it gratefully and shuffled back into her room.

the moment the door closed to the boys room, they were met with a burst of gasps. Richie and Eddie looked to see who was the source of said gasps and found Bill and Stan, making out on the bed, shirtless.

“OH DEAR GOD!” RIchie exclaimed. He fanned his face as if he were an old victorian woman.

“Get a room!” Eddie groaned.

Stanley rolled off of Bill, nearly falling off of the bed while doing so.

Bill cracked a grin, “We-well we did have one-“

“Yeah before you came!” Stan shot back from where he was on the edge of the bed, obviously a little pissed by the interruption.

Bill waved him off, “H-How was the fuh-fuh-full moon?” Bill asked curiously.

Eddie’s face went blank, as did his head.

Neither of them had time to respond because their door opened seconds after. “Hello- Oh! Good to see you boys are already ready! The tide rises in 20 so let’s get going” He motioned for them to get a move on.

Stanley and Bill quickly pulled their shirts on and packed the little things they had out. Since they only had their school supplies because they hadn't planned to stay the night. Everyone was ready and they left the room to meet up with the rest of the group down in the main lobby.

The rest of The Losers greeted them excitedly, happy to see they made it out in one piece. But no one directly asked about it, everyone complained about their shitty sleep and how excited they were to get off of this island. Eddie momentality zoned out and tuned into the conversation that the main bellhop was having with Janet the tour guide.

“Have you seen Elizah this morning?” He asked quietly, but nothing was ever quiet enough for Eddie to hear.

“No… Last night she left in a hurry, said she had some unfinished business to get to” Janet shrugged, not given any further information.

The hair on the back of Eddie’s neck stood tall as his body froze. Apparently Richie was listening too, he slung his arm around Eddie’s shoulders and pulled him a little closer. Just then the teachers began leading the group to the exit, towards the busses. “Let’s get on this bus and out of here” He whispered down to Eddie.

The bus ride home was quiet. The Losers talked about the first 20 minutes, but not about the full moon, they knew that this was certainly not the place to do it. Ben and Mike were the only ones who stayed awake out of the seven Losers. On the way back Beverly opted to sit alone because she and the girls in her room stayed up until 4 binging the newest season of Turtle Creek on TV. During that time Ben introduced Mike to The Jonas Brothers, he explained the enteried of their TV show, Jonas and the storyline to both Camp Rock movies. They also listened to some of their first albums with Ben’s dual headphone adapter. Mike was happily surprised at how much he enjoyed their music.

When they finally reached Derry High, it was noon. All of the students rushed off of the bus, nearly trampling over Mr Brock in the process.

Maggie and Wentworth Tozier had taken the day off work (as they usually do the day after the full moon) to go see their son. They had found a spot near the back of the parking lot and waited anxiously with the rest of the parents in the loading area. When the bus pulled up the two parents’ nerves only escalated the longer they watched students pile off of the bus and split up in little groups.

Finally, they saw the all too familiar sight of their lanky son in his oversized hat and baggy sweater.

“Richie!” Maggie nearly gasped as she pulled Went with her towards him.

Richie sped up once he saw his parents,“Hey” his voice wavered as he was slightly overwhelmed by his emotions. That was when he realized how exhausted he was. A full moon, little to no sleep, and an encounter with an evil witch? That can really drain someone.

Maggie ran to her son and pulled him into a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay” She whispered, almost in tears.

Richie felt another pair of arms wrap around him, recognizing them almost immediately as his father’s long, strong arms.

Eddie had let Richie run ahead of him when he spotted his parents. He felt a feeling of longing wash over him when Richie pulled his arm away from him. He watched as Richie was enveloped in a massive hug by his two, loving, parents. His heart ached as he could almost see the love radiate off of their little group hug.

After a moment, Went loosened up, tilted his head upwards and glanced up at Eddie. “Come on in here, son” He requested as he opened an arm up, making room for Eddie.

He looked up at them, his heart swelling, “Oh No, I don’t mean to intrude” Eddie slowly shook his head.

Maggie turned her head and her gaze landed on Eddie, “Come here Eddie” She smiled warmly, something he never got from his mother. “You’re a part of the family now”.

And with that, Eddie couldn’t hold in the tears any longer. His eyesight blurred as the tears welled in his eyes. He didn’t respond, only nodded quickly and with a wobbly smile he rushed into their big hug. Family. Finally.

~

“... So I had to leave, unless I wanted to die. I came here, like my dad did. And I found Richie” He glanced down at their intertwined fingers. “And all you guys” Eddie looked around at all of The Losers who surrounded him, his real family.

It was now Sunday. The day after The Losers returned home from their very eventful field trip to the small island of Balmoral. As the group had lots to talk about, Eddie agreed that it was best that they all meet up at the entrance of the forest so he’d be able to show them the way to his house. Now they sat on the couch in the late Frank Kaspbrak’s house.

“But you guys can’t tell anyone. Seriously, we’d be in deep shit if anyone ever found out about this” Richie informed them, gesturing to his wolf tail that swayed freely behind him.

Bill nodded approvingly, “O-Of course! Right guys?” He looked at the others who all nodded with him.

“Yeah- oh my god, Eddie that’s terrible” Beverly’s eyes looked sad. She had been through her fair share of family troubles so she (almost) understood what Eddie was going through.

Ben nodded and gave her a solemn smile, carefully placing his hand on top of hers on the couch. He gave her hand a small squeeze that caused the corner of her lips to curl up a little. “Your secret is safe with us” He told them.

“Yeah of course! Losers stick together, right?” Mike’s tone changed a little. It was a little happier than the others which was a nice change.

“Right” Bill smiled.

“I’ve kept the secret this long, and I can’t really stop now” Stan stated as he sat up to put his elbows on his knees.

“Oh yeah- How did Stan find out before the rest of us?” Beverly piped up. Her hand turned over to lace her and Ben’s fingers together. The tips of Ben’s ears burned as he glanced down at them.

Richie had opened his mouth, ready to start talking but Stan spoke instead. “He lost his temper after I whooped his ass at checkers” Stan grinned proudly as he sat up tall. He got some good chuckels for that.

“Hey! You were so cheating” Richie protested as Eddie rolled his eyes from beside him.

“Whatever,” Stan waved his hand, “Your eyes still changed and your fangs came out” he reminded the wolf.

“Yeah we’re gonna have to practise that Chee” Eddie chimed in as he also recalled the various times Richie has wolfed out on him. Of course things would be easier now that Richie has now gone through his first full transformation but now he has to learn to control the shift. If not, that can lead to some very bad situations.

“Chee? Oh yeah forgot you guys are dating” Beverly smirked, “When did that start?” She wondered.

“It hasn't been that long” Richie blushed. He lovingly looked at his boyfriend and smiled.

A beat passed where the Losers just sat in comfortable silence. Bill was the first one to speak up and break the silence “Wuh-What about the Council?” He asked.

Eddie almost froze. After everything, he’s getting better at discussing the council, also seeing Elizah Brightmoon fall off a fucking cliff helped calm his nerves. “We took out Elizah… So I think we should be okay” He shrugged.

“But what about the rest of the council? They wouldn’t be called a council if it was just one person” Stanley pointed out.

“No, there are others. But what was she saying about a force to keep everyone in? And all that stuff about your dad” Richie didn’t dig too deep on the subject of Frank Kaspbrak as he knew it was still a sensitive topic for Eddie.

Eddie glanced away as he recalled an old memory, “The Council always wanted to keep The Ancestors safe. And once they had this crazy plan to make a forcefield so strong and powerful that it would basically forever separate the two worlds” He shivered at the thought. “My dad though… He fought it. It was a weak idea to begin with, they didn’t have the means to make something so powerful so it was an easy idea to dismantle. But what she said about my dad- I knew he had power, but a high priest? That’s a totally different level of power. And to think that I might be able to obtain some of that…” Eddie let his voice drift off as he looked down at his hands. Hoping that maybe they had the answers written there the whole time.

“What if they cuh-cuh-come after us?” Bill’s stutter intensified at the thought.

Richie shook his head, “They have no way of tying us to her death. Even if they do find that body it’ll be all raw and mangled” He smirked at the thought.

Eddie straightened up and looked around at his boyfriend and his closest friends, “But if they do- We’re The Losers, we’ll figure it out… We always do.”

The End

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Total word Count: 62623

Holly.Shit. Wow, I really can’t believe Everfalls is done, it’s over… This story was my first big fan fic for the IT fandom, and the funny thing is, this started off as a one shot. Literally! I found Shark Teeth on instagram and said I’d write a one shot about their art (with their permission ofc) and I got 44 pages in when my buddie, Reagan, pointed out that one shots are almost never that long. So I made it into a fan fic. And that fan fic was a truly amazing adventure and I’m oh so very happy with the final product and how everything turned out. I planned each chapter so carefully and made sure everyone was in character so I hope you guys liked it!

Thank you to my two amazing betas, Rose and Richie! You guys gave me feedback and your true opinions on each chapter and I truly appreciate both of you!

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‘it’s okay, you’re safe now.’ - bill denbrough x reader

requested: yes & I totally feel like I could have done better on this one, but I hope you liked it!

(also wasn’t sure if u wanted me to scribble out your name or not I hope it’s alright that I didn’t.)

summary: Bill was set on going to the Neibolt house and even though everyone had protested, they all found themselves following him. y/n would always support Bill, no matter what. She knew what it was like to lose someone and never get them back, but she had a horrible feeling about this...

pairing: bill denbrough x reader

warnings: swearing, violence, and some fluff at the end;)

-

“Bill, wait!” Bev shouted after him, but he didn’t even look back. Everyone scanned their eyes over each other and suddenly there was a silent agreement.

We’re following him, let’s go.

And so they did, you included. Bill might have been crazy, but not to you. Even though you had this horrible feeling in your gut, you didn’t think his actions or emotions were technically crazy. It was his little brother. He had this small slither of hope that he would cling to, thinking that maybe somehow Georgie was alive.

For some reason, you disagreed. The further involved the eight of you became with this scary killer clown, the more you realized that he wasn’t just a man dressed up as a clown. He was sinister, he was evil. He represented something darker than any of you could have ever imagined. Killer man clown was just its favorite form.

You knew Bill needed closure or maybe he would find his happy ending and Georgie would be alive, but there was an unspoken knowledge that this was not the case. You’d been here before, but in a much different way. Now that you thought back on it, maybe it was Pennywise who had taken your little brother, too.

There was no way though, his body had been found and he had been murdered and you knew it was probably by one of those creeps that were always cracked out in town that linger through the neighborhoods looking for something or someone to pass the time. There were some fucked up people out here in Derry, but you didn’t think it could get anymore fucked up after your brother was murderered. But here you were, about to enter the house that was home to the most evil thing to ever shed light on Derry. And it was in this moment that a twisted thought had ran through your head as you threw your bike down on the untreated grass in front of the house.

Maybe if it had been Pennywise that took my brother, I could see him one last time. Just one more time.

The murder was never solved and the last time you had seen your brother was a warm summer night back in 86’. You were eleven years old. He was just seven. How could someone hurt a seven year old boy? You would never understand.

You beat yourself up for the next year after he had been murdered. You thought maybe if you played with him like he had asked, you could have helped him or maybe whoever did what they did to him, wouldn’t have even approached the two of you knowing there was a higher chance of getting caught. You went through every single but and what if that there was and you did this over and over again for two years after he had passed. Then that summer of 88’ you met the Losers Club and found your place with them. Then this year Bev, Ben, and Mike had made their entrance and you thanked God that you weren’t the only girl anymore.

You bonded with each of your friends differently, but Bill? There was more than just a bond there. After Georgie went missing, you were the first person he went to out of the group. He confided in you and he cried his eyes out. He cried so much you weren’t sure he had any tears left to cry, but oh boy, did he. He cried to you night after night after night. He missed his brother and he knew that you understood what he was feeling. He knew he could come undone with you, because you would understand. You would get it.

You had shared trauma, even though your experiences were not together. You connected on a deeper level because both of your hearts ached the same way.

You blinked and shook yourself from your thoughts and your eyes trailed over the house before you. Goosebumps worked their way up your arms and across the back of your neck.

“I have a bad feeling about this...” You whispered from in between Richie and Eddie and you swore you heard Eddie gulp from beside you.

“Bill! Bill you can’t go in there! This is crazy!” Beverly shouted at him as he stood on the top of the steps, silent. He looked at the front door and then turned around to face all of you.

“Look, you don’t have to come in with me, but what happens when another Georgie goes missing?” He looked right at you and he spoke to you with his eyes and you tensed up and nodded your head for him to continue. You knew he had more to say, “Or another Betty? Or another Ed Corcoran? Or one of us? Are you just gonna pretend it isn’t happening like everyone else in this town? Because I can’t. I go home and all I see is that Georgie isn’t there. His clothes, his toys, his stupid stuffed animals, but.. he isn’t. So walking into this house, for me, it’s easier than walking into my own.”

“Wow.” Everyone looked to Richie who spoke simply.

“What?” Ben asked.

“He didn’t stutter once.” He murmured, his eyes still fixed on Bill as the other boy whirled around to walk toward the front door once again.

“You’re right..” You whispered back to Richie and you both looked at each other in awe. Everyone fell silent for a moment and it seemed as though you had all come to the agreement that you were going to do it. You were all going to enter that house, but together.

The heavy feeling in your gut still hadn’t gone away and as you inched closer to the front door with your friends, it deepened and you felt like you were about to throw up everywhere.

“Wait!” You jumped at the sudden voice and turned to look at Stan who was fidgeting his fingers by his side, “Um.. shouldn’t we have some people keep watch? You know just, just in case something bad happens?”

“Wh-who wants to stay out here?” Bill questioned and everyone but you and Bev put your hands up.

Richie looked back at you and everyone else and you watched as he slowly turned back around and dropped his hand, muttering a small, “Fuck...” under his breath.

The eerie creak of the door opening rang throughout your ears and you couldn’t have agreed more with Richie.

Fuck...

-

One minute the four of you were closely tucked to each other’s sides and the next, Eddie was gone, then Richie.

You and Bill looked at each other, panic in your eyes after seeing what you had.

Missing. Richie Tozier. 13 years old.

“That’s my shirt, that’s my hair, that’s my face, that’s my name, that’s my age, that’s the date!”

“Calm down, calm down! Look at me, Richie, look at me. That-that isn’t real. It’s playing tricks on you.”

“Help me! Please!”

“Betty?”

“Ripsom?”

“Eddie... what are you looking for?”

“She was just here, where the fuck did she go?”

“Guys! Guys!”

“Eddie!”

“Hey, Richie.”

“Eddie? Eddie! Where the fuck are you, we’re not playing hide and seek dip shit!”

“Richie?”

“Bill! y/n! C’mon, open the door!”

You and Bill pounded furiously on the door before you, trying to get Richie from the other side. Your attempts at getting to Eddie had failed and now you were unsure of where he was and if he was even okay. Your stomach dropped at the thought of your friends dying here. There was no way you and Bill were letting this happen.

Suddenly the door flew open and Richie was falling to the ground infront of you and Bill.

“C’mon, let’s get outta-”

Bill was cut short by a low rumble coming from just passed the threshold of the doorway in front of the three of you. Your eyes all flew to the source and there was an old stained mattress on the floor. Suddenly, it was tearing at the seams in the middle and out popped a head, but not just any head. It was Eddie’s head. For fuck sake, it was Eddie’s head.

“Wanna play loogie?”

And suddenly there was something that looked like black tar, oozing from Eddie’s mouth and the three of you are in a panick, screaming in unison with the head before you and as the oozing substance starts to burn away everything in it’s path you find yourselves running in the opposite direction only to be met with three doors.

Not scary at all.

Scary.

Very scary.

It’s not real. It’s not real. It’s not real.

And suddenly you heard a small voice call out to you from behind. You whirled around and the black ooze had disappeared and you saw the back a child, running passed the doorway.

Your brother.

You walked slowly, approaching the doorway with caution and you could feel your heart beating so fast in your chest that you thought it might explode.

You peered out into the hallway and a door had slowly shut at the end of the hallway before you could see who it was. You don’t know why you did what you did next, but you silently walked out of the room before Bill or Richie could notice you and you found your hand tightly wrapped around the door knob of the room you had just watched someone shut the door of. You shook with nervousness and you told yourself, ‘Fuck this isn’t real, but I just want to see him. I want to see him standing in front of me. Talking to me. Just one more time. This is what I wanted. This is what I wanted.’

You flung the door open and your eyes darted around the room, searching. And that’s when your eyes landed on the dark corner of the room.

He was hunched over, covered by the shade as the sun shone through the window blinding you from across the room.

“y/n?” Your head peered out of the room at the sound of Bill’s voice and you silently stepped forward and shut the door quietly behind you. As you turned back around, he wasn’t hunched over in the corner anymore. He stood before you and it was not a pretty sight. His face was gashed open on one cheek, bags under his once vibrant happy eyes and his lips were brittle looking and chapped. His clothes were ragged and torn apart and there were deep wounds surfaced all over his chest and neck. It made you sick to look at the state he was in.

He went to speak, his voice hoarse, “Why didn’t anyone come and find me? It’s been three years!” He shouted angrily at you and you flinched and backed away.

“We were looking. We always looked. y/b/n, we found you. You aren’t... you aren’t alive anymore, fruitloop.” Tears welled in your eyes and you called him by his nickname you had given to him back when you were both much younger. He loved it, it always made him smile. He wasn’t smiling right now, though.

“Yes I am, I’m right here! I’m right here! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE!”

His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his body convulsed in a way that made you cringe and squeeze your eyes shut. You peaked out at him, the sound of him choking on his own saliva surging through your ears and sending chills down your spine.

You knew you shouldn’t have followed him in here. You knew this wasn’t him, but this was as close to him as you would ever get again.

Suddenly his body was that of a contortionist, but it was much more gruesome. His limbs stretched and his voice was distorted and he broke out in a seizure frenzy. To say you were scared was an utter understatement. You couldn’t breathe.

And suddenly red and grey stripes of the sweater he last wore before he disappeared turned to slick yellow like a raincoat. And your eyes completely opened at this point.

You watched as he flew against the wall and his arm started to tear at the shoulder. He screamed louder, his voice going much deeper than normal.

And then all of sudden it was Georgie standing before you. He turned from the wall, and he spoke sinisterly to you, “Silly girl, It didn’t get your brother, how could he ever really be here? No, your brother died at the hands of a weakling and none of you could save him, now that’s sad. If I had been around that year, trust me..” As Georgie spoke, his voice glitched in and out. It sounded like him, then it sounded like Pennywise and in between it was deep demonic spurts of laughter before he continued on as he took his favorite form; Pennywise, “if I had sunk my teeth into that one, you never would have found him.” And before you knew it, it had grown eerily silent as you stared up into the eyes of evil itself. Your eyes finally couldn’t take it anymore and you let your tears spill and you screamed. You screamed so loud you had no idea what was happening.

Your hands flew up and out in front of you. You were punching and banging on his chest as you charged at him. You knew you wouldn’t win, but all the built up anger was finally exploding as he spoke about your brother. The hurt, the grief, the exhaustion; it all came flying out of you. He cackeled at your attempts and suddenly you were peering up into the abyss of sharp rows of teeth and faintly in the background you could hear as Richie and Bill pounded on the door.

Pennywise slowly loomed over you, yoking you up in his arms and you had no idea what to do. The only thing left to do now, was to give up.

You smiled through your tears and spoke, “I’m not afraid. Go ahead and take me. Let me see my brother.” Suddenly he was dropping you to the ground and snarling at you, his thick fingernails slashing across your chest as he disappeared through the closet door. Your head smacked against the wall behind you as you fell and your vision went blurry as you suddenly heard the door fly open and feet shuffling across the floor frantically.

-

You tried to open your eyes quickly, but found it rather difficult and suddenly panic took over you. You squinted against the harsh light of day as you felt yourself almost floating. You blinked harder and felt a twinge of pain shoot through your chest. You looked down and your shirt was torn, almost as if a werewolf had took a swing at you and cut you with his claws.

You were in an oversized bike basket. Confused as to how you ended up there, you looked up and behind you and winced as the pain shot through the back of your neck.

All you saw was the sun beating off of his clear skin and his rosy red lips were moving and his eyes were fixated on you, but you heard nothing. All you could hear was the ringing in your ears. His hand glided across your cheek and concern was etched over his features.

You started gasping for air and flailing your arms as you hit a pothole and everyone came to a screeching halt on their bikes. You suddenly noticed Eddie clinging onto his arm for dear life as he sat inside of Mike’s bike basket as well.

“Wh-what happened?” You sputtered and you coughed and suddenly blood was landing in the palm of your hand and your lips quivered at the sight and your hands shook with unease.

“You were attacked. It attacked you. Me and Bill got to you, but he already did some damage...” Richie spoke, out of breath and clearly shaken up.

Suddenly, you realized you were outside one of their houses and someone had said Eddie’s mom was already on the way. Oh boy...

You looked toward your other friends and noticed Ben had a nasty gash across his belly.

Soon, you found yourself laying against a tree in your friend’s yard and watching as Eddie’s mom yelled at in disgust at all of you. And your vision started going blurry again, but you could hear the muffled yells in front of you and see the silhouettes of yours friends as they were swaying back and forth and arms were flailing and people were falling. Were they fighting? Who was fighting?

“Guys...” Your voice was weak from all the yelling and the injuries to your body. No one noticed you speaking. They were still arguing, “Guys.” You spoke as loud as you could and they all turned to look at you. Bill was rushing over to you as your eyes rolled back into your head and you went limp against the tree.

-

You shot up, gasping for air and looking at your surroundings. You were in a hospital bed and Bill was sitting beside you. He sat up straight as soon as you woke up and your eyes met his before tears started streaming down your face, “I-it’s okay, you’re s-suh-safe now.”

You tried to speak and you couldn’t and he just kept telling you that you were safe now and everything would be okay and he stood up, nudging you slightly to push over. He climbed into the hospital bed with you and wrapped you up in his arms carefully.

“I p-promise, I-I-I’ll never le-let anything ha-happen to you a-a-again.” His voice was shaky and there were tears in his eyes as well.

“I saw him, Bill. I saw him.” You sobbed into his chest and clung onto his shirt.

“I-It wasn’t him.” He squeezed you tight and you sighed as your tears slowed down.

“I know... but I just... it’s like after this long I’ve started to forget what it was like to look at his face. Not in the pictures, it’s different. I forgot what his face looked like from my eyes. I forgot about the little freckles that sit on the bridge of his nose and the small scar on his chin from when he was 3 and he hit his chin off the piano. He looked so different. So... dead... but it was him in a way.” You started to cry harder now and you couldn’t stop and Bill grabbed your face between his hands.

“I kn-know. I-I-I’ve seen G-Georgie. I-It’s playing tr-tricks on u-us.” You searched his eyes and saw the hurt and the anguish behind them. His eyes darted over your face as well and you went to speak.

“Bill, I saw-” Before you could finish, he was pressing his lips against yours and you could feel the way his bottom lip quivered into the kiss, like he was trying so hard not to cry as he pressed his lips against yours.

You pulled apart, both of you trying to catch your breath and you looked at him in awe and he knew you were going to ask him why he did that so before you could, he spoke, “I-I almost lo-lost you t-t-today and y/n, that-that scares me kn-knowing that y-y-you could have di-died with-without knowing th-that...” He swallowed hard and took a breath, “Without knowing that I love you.”

He didn’t stutter when he spoke his last few words and your heart soared and your tears came again and you were smiling up at him, “God, I love you too, Bill.” You leaned up and pressed your lips feverishly against his.

“I-I swear, I-I’ll never le-let you get hu-hurt again. I-I’ll die be-before I let that-that happen.”

-

I actually really liked writing this and I made the reader have a slight backstory so for all of you that don’t have a brother the part where it says y/b/n = your brother’s name, you can just pick any name you would want. This was super short on the fluff but I thought it was really sweet and I hope you guys liked this(:

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—— · ❝「 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝟎𝟎𝟏 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 . 」

who: nicole hampton & andre kendricks

where: las vegas, nv

when: 8/13/2020

TRIGGERS TAGGED BELOW

TAGGED: @andrekendricks

NICOLE

the relief she'd felt just moments ago had, tangled in the embrace of zeke, vanished as nicole wandered down the hall dodging any and all eye contact from the venue staff or handful of friends that actually came to support and stay for the wedding. her heart heavy as she stumbled across the groom's hall. with a clenched jaw she stared at it for a brief period, hands shaking, heart plummeting into her stomach. facing the reality of what she was really about to walk into that very room and do. as guilty as she felt, the idea not being in love with andre the way she was in love with dre didn't seem right. she couldn't promise someone forever knowing that he'd never be the only on in her heart, knowing that every time she turned around she was either wishing, missing, or entangled with the other man who'd just left her bridal hall. taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door once, opening it and letting herself in then closing it and locking it right behind her. the second she saw him tux in all her lip quivered, the tears she'd been fighting during her talk with zeke once again threatening to fall as she stood pressed against the door with no idea how she was going to say what she needed to say, "dre... i need to tell you something..."

ANDRE

sipping on vodka just to calm himself down, dre was trying to keep his cool as he got ready. some of his rap fam flew in and he had face timed his kids, letting them know what was up and what he was doing today. they didn't really understand, but the last thing he wanted in life was anyone to doubt him as a father. with a photo of nipsey around his chest and on a diamond piece, he kept him with him cause that was his best man. that was his brother by another mother who he wanted him by his side for this day. after fixing up his suit and tie combo, he started to make sure his hair was waved and lips were soft. there was this weird feeling in his stomach after his conversation with bird, how this was what she wanted; to marry him. to be his wife and to be his forever. he told her she would always be a big part of his life and heart, but she broke him too much all while nikki cared to pick up those pieces of him to put it back together. and to him, that's what love is. scratching over his scruff, he told his boys to head out as he was entering. "whatchu doing, nicole? i'm not-i'm not supposed to see you." bringing a hand up to cover his eyes, he read about weddings thanks to google and that was some curse or some shit. "if there's not enough of somethin, lemme tell P, he'll handle it." the man said, looking like a dumbass with his hands covering his face like a kid during hide and go seek and his stomach in knots all over again. her voice was concerning him and his vows were written right there on the table, so he wanted to go and hide them but didn't know how to move. "why...why you sad?" he asked, not even having to look at her to know something was off, just feeling her energy and feeling the shift of all the entire day go crazy. but whatever it was, they'd tackle it, right?

NICOLE

even if it pained her, watching dre quickly cover his eyes brought a slight smile to her fallen features as she approached him slowly. "dre, listen to me... please and looking at me wouldn't be a bad start either..." she begged, grabbing the hand he'd used to cover his eyes and holding it in her own. "i want you to know that i love you. i do. i think you're probably one of the greatest men i've ever known. so i can't stand here and lie to you." the blonde paused to take a long breath, praying he'd be able to ignore the fact she was standing there trembling because in all her life she'd never pictured herself in this situation or doing anything like this. "if i told you that i was completely and totally over zeke, that i could marry you with a clear mind and heart... i would be lying to you. you deserve so much better after everything you've been through, all the heartbreak, all the struggle, and i never wanted to add to that. but i can't meet you at the alter and swear myself to you, my future, my life, when i don't have all of myself to give to you... and it breaks my heart to know that, because when i fell for you i did fell with the purest of intentions but i'm in love with someone who never gave me my whole heart back... and i don't want to give you bits and pieces, dre... you deserve so much more than that."

ANDRE

andre felt her hand coming up to take his and he wasn't sure what to make of this. his eyes were squinted as he showed no expression besides confusion at first. "whatchu mean lie to me? bout what?" dre tilted his head and brought his arms back, loosening his tie because this shit just wasn't making sense. here she was, in a wedding dress, moments away from walking down the aisle to say 'i do' but her face showed that might not be happening way before her words did. he had to laugh, he did because it was easier than crying. men like him don't cry. ever. his hand took hold of his chain with nip's photo on it and he gave it a good squeeze, praying for him to give him the restraint needed from not destroying this fucking room and that king kids face. "you here to tell me you still love your ex, that's what you're here to do. that when he asked you to not marry me, you caved and said you wouldn't huh?" shaking his head and swallowing the lump in his throat, he took a seat and grabbed a bottle of dark liquor to chug down angrily. "how the fuck could you say you love me this entire time when your heart belonged to someone else? how the fuck could you say yes to marrying me when you knew you couldn't give yourself to me at the end of the day? i called my kids, i called my sisters. i told bird that you loved me for me, that you wouldn't pull this shit, that you wouldn't hurt me like she did here you are proving her right. bird said you weren't half the woman she was and i defended you. i told her you really wanted to be with me and only me and here you fucking are, in a wedding dress, on what was supposed to be our wedding day, saying you wanna be with some piece of shit who picked another woman to marry over you without even a second damn thought." shaking his head at her, he let his tongue rest against his top lip. "so you lied. this entire time. you wasn't ever in love with me, i was just someone you used to get under his skin while he's here on vacay with someone else."

NICOLE

the act of watching andre put together piece by piece what she was here to say without giving her an opportunity to explain herself was more excruciating then words could even express. turning her face away and closing her eyes as she listened to every ounce of legitimate and very valid anger that spit venom in her direction, flinching at the harshness of his tone. "i do love you, dre... i do, i swear i never meant to hurt you. when i fell for you, i did it selfishly because even with how bad i wanted to be over zeke, i wasn't. i thought he and i were through, and i thought over time i'd be able to move on but then we came out here, and everything with us moved so fast that i... if i married you right know, in 10 years from now you figured out that the day that we got married, the day i swore my loyalty to you that i wasn't a thousand percent sure and i was still in love with someone else you'd hate me. i gave you everything i could give you, but the idea of you giving me all of you when i could only give you all that i had left, give you everything zeke didn't take isn't fair to you! i wanted this... dre, i wanted you... but i didn't know how he felt and knowing how he feels and how i feel, i-i can't do that to you." she tried to gather herself, to keep herself together and break down but it was proving harder to do than she expected. “i may not be half the woman bird is, she might’ve been right, but i’m here to own up to it, i’m here to tell you how i felt, explain to you even as bad as i wanted to be absolutely and completely in love with you i can’t be when i gave my whole heart away a long time ago and never got it back… even if i do love you. you didn’t deserve this, and no amount of apologies are going to make you hate me less than what you do right now… and i can live with that, but i couldn’t live with myself if we got married and it started out on the basis of lies.”

ANDRE

brushing his hand over his scruff, all he could do was shake his head. his entire body fell with how he was sitting & he was hunched over. "you used me, to try n get over that loser." dre spoke out, the words hurting as he processed it all. his heart was so heavy & his lips were twisting in anger & pain. "you never told me we was moving too fast. we had our kids together. i had you meet jami & i had lil z on lock for life. i thought you really wanted to be with me. i thought i was enough & you was...this entire god damn time you was still thinking bout him." bringing his finger tips to tap against his temple, he couldn't fucking believe this shit. "he hates to see you happy. that's what it fuckin' is & you just falling right for it all over again." bitterness was evident in his voice as he felt his leg shaking, voice harsh as he just kept chugging the dark liquor and thought about everything in life that he's lost. "you don't love me. don't try to feed me that bull shit. if you don't even have your heart back, you sure as hell ain't loving me with it." taking in a deep breath with the tilt of the bottle, he was trying to numb the pain with all the liquor but knew he'd need something more soon. "you shoulda said no. you shoulda told me this shit when i proposed cuz i was ready. i explained to bird why marrying you was the right choice, how you would never do this fucked up shit to me after knowing bout everything i've been through. every single thing i lost. yet you is right here in front of me, tellin me you love me, but love him more? i ain't with that shit. i gave you my all, for the first time since bird, i allowed myself to fall for someone entirely. trusted you, believed you when you said certain shit & now you got me looking like boo-boo the fool cuz of a dude who ain't ever picked you or put you first." he was hurt and in so much pain, he stood up and slid off the jacket just to throw it then turned to look into her eyes "you used me n it worked for you two."

NICOLE

knowing too well she was in for a verbal lashing for a lifetime, nicole stood there before andre every beat of his tongue cutting a distinctive piece of her virtue. every word he’d tossed at her knocking the pedestal he’d built up for her. he wasn’t wrong though, zeke had been on her mind the entirety of their relationship, from the first time they’d hooked up in one of the dressing rooms after her show until today, hell even more so after realizing she was going to marry someone else, zeke’s face popping into her mind the second she accepted his proposal should’ve been when she walked away. it selfish, but she never thought her ex felt the same way, she thought it was something she needed to move on from, she truly believed that zeke was a scar she’d always have and that she needed to learn to live and love with the scraps he’d left to her to survive. that didn’t mean she didn’t love him, she didn’t charish the way he nourished her soul, pieced her back together, but she couldn’t marry him when her whole heart wasn’t his. once he’d finished, she slowly slipped the diamond ring from her fourth finger, cautiously stepping forward while her green eyes filled with tears, “andre… i never, ever wanted to hurt you. i never wanted to add to the pain you’ve been through. i do love you, and you might not see it now… hell, you might never believe me but i mean it and i can sit here and tell you how sorry i am until we’re both blue in the face because i am… i’m so sorry. i wanted you, i wanted this to work out… and i truly thought he and i were done, i didn’t expect him to show up, to tell me he loved me… it made everything i was trying to burry impossible. it made me realize, marrying you… would’ve been me lying to you. you should have this,” she said, grabbing his free hand and placing her engagement ring into it. “i’ll go out there and tell everybody that there isn’t gonna be a wedding, but i… i’m so sorry, dre. i hope one day you’ll be able to know and understand how fucking sorry i am, how hurting you kills me.”

ANDRE

andre gave his all to nicole. all of it just to be returned. to given back to him and shown it wasn't enough. he was never enough. for anything. he loved her with everything that he had to give. dre cared about every aspect of her broken heart and tried to piece it back together, but like she stated, he never really had it as it was. it was never even there in the first place, it still belonged to her ex. bird begged for him to not be with nicole, to give him the world, to fix things and he turned her down because he wasn't that guy. when he was invested, he stood his ground and gave it all. never did he ever think this was going to be the outcome. of course he had doubts and fears, none of which he'd ever admit to, but this was his worst nightmare. "don't ever, and i mean ever, try to tell me you love me again." andre said with pain radiating through his eyes and his blood boiling.  "if you love somebody the way you claimed to have loved me, you woulda realized zeke only pulled this shit because he can't bare to see you happy. it took until your wedding day for him to come say somethin' to you. this entire trip, bird has been showing and trying to prove to me that she still loves me. that she wants this, a marriage and love, with me. but do you see her here today? do you see her trying to force herself into the wedding and change everything?" as soon as she placed the ring in his finger, he bounced it up and down a bit, closed his fist before taking a long swig of the alcohol. once the bottle was finished, he put the ring inside of it and moved to throw both out. "i dun care what the hell you tell anybody out there. you don't do this to people you say you love. but im glad i found out now that you still obsessed with zeke now then in a few weeks. it all adds up now. from seeing you naked to you flexing me, it was all for clout. you took a man who didn't put you second to try to get someone else to put you first." andre said, reaching into his pocket for his weed & his pills. popping 2, he grabbed another bottle of champagne that was supposed to be for after the wedding and popped out the cork. grabbing his vows he wrote out,  he took them and used the bubbly to soak over all of them, making the ink run and the paper turn into a wet, shredded mess. "go on, then. go be with that lil boy who is here on vacation with his ex wife. the one he married when he coulda been with you instead. im sure he's hella excited for these next two weeks he'll be all about you til it's on to the next chick that catches his eye." bringing another bottle to his lips, he moved to get undressed and fixed himself into another pair of clothes, not giving a damn what she did. he didn't even mention a damn thing about how beautiful she looked in her dress cause at the end of the day, it wasn't even for him. it was all to make zeke jealous. this entire thing was and he fell right into their ploy. grabbing hold of some of the glass wear, he threw it at the wall, pissed as fuck at the universe and mostly her for using him like this. but maybe here and zeke deserved one another if this is the whole premises of their relationship, the cat and mouse game is how they fall for one another again and use people like they're nothing to find a spark again.

[sandrawrites13]

pinned down | | day sixteen

“if we met, at midnight, 

                                                                                          in the hanging tree. ”

welcome to day sixteen of the thirty-one days of horror! i’ve decided i’m going to include a quote from a song that you can listen to while reading for more of a spooky effect. the quote you read above is by jennifer lawrence and is entitled the hanging tree.

which, brings me right into the sixteenth prompt: pinned down. following reader and lily rabe, best known for her work in american horror story and fractured. 

triggers: honestly this is adorable

“hide and seek!” exclaimed a very excited evan, his hands in the air, pointing finger guns at you, “you said i could pick.” 

today was the first friday of the month (also the one you were thankfully given a break for from filming the new season of american horror story), which meant that everyone hanged out to spend some time together.

and, well, we’ve established that you’re not the sharpest tool in the shed. 

you enlisted this month to have evan have full control over what you did. it was slightly disappointing that you couldn’t find one person to choose the planning, thus excluding him again, but alas, it was finally the dreadful day. 

and his decision? 

surprisingly, not as bad as you thought. 

you were filming coven, so, of course, he made the executive decision to take advantage of the large house you all seemed to spend way too much time inside. and, namely, play a game of hide and seek. 

“really?” you asked, “how old ‘re you? like. . . nine?” 

“ten,” he snarked back. “ten and a half on weekdays.” 

“i’m excited,” sarah commented, pulling some of her hair behind her ear. you rolled your eyes dramatically. 

“of course you are. why did i even think for a moment you wouldn’t be?” you asked. evan chuckled, but put a finger to his lips anyway. 

“okay, shush now, everyone,” he demanded, now walking around the “dinner table” you all were sitting at. “we’re gonna have two teams. the cool team, with me, and the mediocre team with taissa.” 

“hey!” squealed an offended taissa, who was narrowing her eyes. “from what i remember, you died in the first episode.” 

gasps squeaked out of people’s throats as they covered their mouths. “she went there,” lily said, shocked, “sucks to suck. she got you there.” 

evan, unable to place a real debate in the air, just stammered for a moment and then growled, “that’s it. your team just went from mediocre to bad.” he clapped his hands together. “alright, you guys ready? we’re gonna go down the table and you’re gonna choose a table. now, i know that you all wanna be teamed with me--.”

“i call taissa,” jamie said immediately. 

“same,” gaburey added. 

evan, discouraged, pursed his lips, his glance only being able to be described by sheer disappointment and betrayal. “you two. . . disgust me,” he criticized. “come on. y/n, lily, i know y’all are gonna pair with me.” 

placing a hand under your chin, you fauxed thinking. however, when you looked back up and saw his serious face, you deflated, “fine,” you choked back laughter. “fine, fine, i’ll be on your team. lily?” 

lily, your beautiful, amazing (amongst a lot of other adjectives) girlfriend, gave a smile and nodded. “sure, evan. sorry, taissa. another time.” 

taissa shrugged. “if you wanna lose, whatever,” she joked. 

at the end, sarah was along with you guys, while jamie, gaburey, taissa, and emma were with the loser team. 

“rules are simple. taissa’s team counts first--.” 

“what? why?” emma asked dramatically, sighing heavily as she crossed her arms. 

“because i’m evan peters,” he replied, coaxing amusement from the rest of your team. “you’re gonna stand outside for a minute, and then you’re gonna set a timer on your phone. whoever tagssss all of the people in the least amount of time wins.” his grin never left his face, even when he clapped his hands together. “and even better? it’s going to be all in the dark.”

“so this is hide and seek tag? in the dark?” sarah cried in worry. “as in, we’re really not gonna turn on any lights?” 

“is this why we’re sitting in the dark right now?” you asked, groaning.  

“yup times four,” evan responded. “alright. no more dilly-dallying. you four losers outside right now!” he was jumping in excitement, pushing them out the door. he even shut it right in time for taissa to open her mouth to open a question. “as lily said earlier, sucks to suck. and we’re not gonna suck. got that, evan’s angels?” 

“evan’s--.” 

“it’s our team name,” he grinned. there was a moment of silence, of you guys standing there for a moment, before his eyes went wide. “fuck, we only have a minute!” he yelled, running off in the other direction.  

you shook your head, giving lily a kiss on the cheek and then bolting. she, confused, grabbed your arm and yanked you back. “wait, y/n, where are you going? we’re separating?” she asked, surprised. 

with a cheeky smile, you gently took her hand off of you and shrugged, walking backwards. “hey, we gotta win. and me? i’m a hide and seek master. gotta go lone wolf. love you, ba--” you were mid walk backward before you stumbled over the chair and were almost sent down to the floor. 

lily cocked her eyebrow, and you flashed a grin. “that was part of the plan,” you promised, “’kay, bye!” 

she yelled after you, followed with some laughter, but hey, this is your game, yo.

you ended up running up the stairs, into where zoe’s “room” in coven was. when you reached the top, however, you realized that evan was already there, looking around. “dude, i know i’m attractive but--,” he began, but you didn’t even want to hear the end of the sentence. 

you continued down the hall, running into the bathroom and shutting the door just a crack, leaving it open. 

they’d never suspect an open door, you promised to yourself in disapproval of your shitty hiding spot. in the midst of darkness, you were barely able to find the bathtub. luckily, given the fact it hasn’t been used, you were able to lay down in it without residue water sticking on you or gross, musky knowledge of someone standing before you haunting you. 

you held your breath, resting your shoulders and keeping your eyes open (though you really couldn’t see anything, anyway). 

it didn’t take long before you heard the loud, obnoxious voices of your friends enter the house and the door swinging open. 

from the rooms below, you could narrowly make out some sentences that made you cough away laughter into your hand: 

“waIT, WAIT I DIDN’T START THE TiMeR!!!11″

“$20 we’re gonna find sarah first.” 

“nah, we’re gonna emma first.” 

“i’m right here.” 

“oh yeah. . . i forgot that you’re on our team.” 

“gUYS SERIOUSLY I DIDN’T START THE TIMER STOP LOOKING!” 

after a few moments, and a few more laugh tempting situations, they were on the move. you could hear them taunting you, trying to coax you guys from your hiding spots by offering even cash. but you knew that evan would surely kill you if you even thought about surrendering to them. 

you instead stayed still, not moving, and not breathing whenever there was a creak or a giggle. 

and then, that’s when it happened. 

a gasp. 

a squeal. 

and running. 

you could quickly identify the gasp belonging to taissa, who was screaming the entire time and quickly identifying the person she was chasing. “guys, GUYS, I FOUND HER!! GUYS--,” a smack against the stairs and a curse, “EVAN, WE REALLY HAD TO PLAY IN THE DARK?” 

there were quick footsteps running around the hallway, and you internally prayed that she wouldn’t come into the bathroom and give away your hiding spot. 

but, this unnamed girl, sounded like she was running right there. 

“who the Hell did you find?” gabourey asked from the bottom of the stairs. 

she wasn’t able to respond before your hearing when dull and you groaned, moaning in pain from the weight of someone quite literally jumping on top of you. 

“lily!” you whisper shouted, more so wheezed, before a hand was over your mouth. that didn’t stop you from continuing, albeit muffled: “you fucking ding dong!” 

“shhh, i’m sorry, babe,” she whispered through laughter, “but shhh.” she kept one hand on your mouth, her other hand on your shoulder, pinning you down. “we can’t get caught.” 

“we most certainly can if i have a broken rib!” you once again complained, very muffled. after a second, you posed to stop and bitch faced her with your eyes despite her not being able to see it.

taissa and emma could be heard running up the stairs, and then bolting down the hallways. “come on, lily, we know you’re up here. expose yourself or we will not refrain from firearms!” 

“little violent there, emma,” taissa argued, approaching dangerously close to your room. so close, in fact, you could hear her breathing. 

lily dipped low, her head against your chest as she tried to keep quiet. you shut your eyes, awaiting the unwanted die to approach. 

“i found her!” shouted emma, and you winced against her words. “wait. . . evan?” 

evan let out a series of stringed laughter. “bahahha! you thought you would find evan’s angels before me? mistake, ms. roberts, mistake! my angels are prepared for such intimate, angering, intense moments--” 

“evan is so nice, isn’t he, y/n?” lily asked, an inch from you, yet accidentally saying it as if you were across the room, causing everyone to stop talking and you to insult her with your eyes. 

dammit, lily.  

“well,” evan said with a laugh, “at least we still have sarah.” 

“found sarah!” jamie called from downstairs. 

[willowaudreykeyes]

Morning Competition

- What happens when Logan and Deceit decide to compete in the weirdest of ‘science’ experiments without telling anyone, and it throws Roman for a loop. Aka: The day Roman realises that his friends will never stop surprising him. Ships: Loceit, Platonic Roman at everyone Warnings: swearing, are hickeys a warning?, bad plot I’m new to this, but i got the idea from a friend who asked if asexuals leave hickeys on their partner. I wouldn’t know, I’ve never even dated. I am asexual though. So i answered with ‘I guess for science?’ and the memory only came back at 1am today and wouldn’t let me sleep So I hope you enjoy The ending sucks, I know First and third person difference? Who’s she? Never heard of her ----------------------- This wasn’t what Roman thought his morning would go. 

Being the trait of romance, he was a little jealous that Logic and Deceit both had boyfriends. He wasn’t jealous of their boyfriends; just that they were with each other while he was on his lonesome. He’s voiced this a few times during the start of their relationship until Deceit threatened to sic his brother on him. Now he quietly laments on his loneliness while openly supporting the two in their adorable, very gay relationship.

But his undying love for romance can only go so far before he’s at a loss.

“Was... Was that a hickey on his neck?” With a silent nod, he helps Virgil put his mug down before he spills the bitter coffee onto his lap as his eyes remain trained on the stairs where their dear friend had retreated to find something to read during breakfast. 

It’s been nearly two whole years since the two started dating. There was four months of hiding said relationship, another eight for the two to be happily open about all their cute couple things, and then almost an entire year of moment-long kisses and the occasional warmth-seeking snake needing affection.

Hickeys though... That’s a new one. He would have thought that he was imagining it, but Virgil had seen it as well. If Virgil saw it, then that dark bruise just above the nerd’s shirt collar exists. 

And that baffled Roman for some reason.

“Dude, stop being a disaster gay and eat your food before Patton scolds you for wasting it.” He turns to their resident emo with a face of pure shock, motioning towards the stairs.

“But... But when will I ever see such a sight again!?”

“The way you talk about the two makes it sound like your gay for them. Just, don’t be weird about it...” 

With a huff, the Prince returns to his meal just as Logan returns with a very worn copy of ‘Treasure Island’ that he had given the nerd for Christmas many moons ago. It warmed his heart that his friend still read it as it had taken him weeks to try and find a book that wasn’t full of facts that Logan would remember after the first read. He’d reminisce more, but that darkened patch of skin is distracting him. 

‘It’s just a damned hickey’ he told himself. He shook his thoughts away and greeted their beloved father figure, who returned it with a happy smile and a wave before grabbing a plate for himself. 

“Are Deceit and Remus not joining us this morning, Lo?” He perks up at the sound of his nickname, thinking for a moment as he finishes his bite of the pancakes he made for everyone this morning.

“They’ll be late today as Remus wished to show Deceit something. Apparently, it just couldn’t wait until after breakfast.” With a nod, Patton starts making conversation with Virgil and we let Logan go back to his book. I find myself looking at that hickey after every few bites, glad that Logan is busy reading his book because this is probably weird.

He and Patton finish eating at the same time, marking his book before following Patton to the sink to drop off the dishes. “Ah, one second.” I nearly drop my fork as he reaches up and fixes Logan’s collar, hiding the hickey after giving it a soft pat with the tips of his fingers. “Maybe ask De to make those a little lower next time.”

Not a moment passes before Virgil chokes on air, slapping a hand over his mouth to try and hide his laughter. I try to hide my own laughter, just not as well as the nerd is already red at the tips of his ears. “I’ll uh... t-tell him, Patton.”

“Who are you telling what to?” There’s the snake, his voice slinking into the room as he walks in from behind Virgil and I. Another small chuckle escapes as I turn towards him, only for it to be caught in my throat at the sight of him. There’s confusion, excitement, my passion for romance growing within me; but there’s mostly just pure amusement.

The human side of his neck is massively discoloured. Blotches of black and blue are spread across it, some of them ducking behind his collar to hide from others eyes. I register that he’s giving me a look of bemusement; but holy moly, give me mercy- Logan did that. 

“Y-You said that you were going to wear a scarf!”

“I changed my mind. I’m starting to like the colour blue on my skin.”

I think I just choked.

“Fuck- Sorry Pat- you’re both so gay! Get a room!” 

“We each have a room already, Virgil-”

“It’s an idiom, dear.”  

I think I’m going to die from these two. They’re both too cute for it to be legal in my presence, yet they’re also both insufferable in their own ways. Deceit with the light flirting and pet name, Logan dashing all my thoughts about him after realising that he did that to Deceit’s neck. Probably his chest too. Fuck, now that image is in my head and I’m dying twice as fast. 

“What’s with the look, Virgil? Never seen a hickey before?”

“We both know that you have more then just a hickey on you, and no. I just haven’t seen one on either one of you before. You said that you were ace!” 

I manage to get rid of the clog up of air from my throat just as they give each other a look of amusement. I’d say something, but I’d probably die again and I don’t want Remus finding me passed out from an overdose of second-hand adorable gays. 

“I am ace. You’re as bad as Remus right now... We were simply testing each other.”

“With your mouths on each others necks!?” I didn’t mean to yell that as loudly as I did. I can see Remus peeking over the stairs railing, smiling widely as if he knows something I don’t. Bastard rat man of a twin...

“Go on dearest. They won’t believe me if I tell them.”

Seeing Logan red as my sash and attempting to collect his thoughts will be forever locked inside my memories. It’s funny as hell and I’m already thinking of ways to try and see it again. “Deceit brought up the idea, at a ridiculous time of the night I may add, to test and see who could make a hickey the fastest between the two of us.”

“I won, as you can see. He kept trying to beat my time.”

“I was one point one-fourth of a second off!”

“He’s such a sore loser~”

I push my chair back and take a deep breath before standing. All the calmness said breath gave me dissipates into a mist of disappointment as Remus cackles quietly by the stairs. “And I thought you two were being romantic. But you’re both just massive nerds!”

“DE HAS A HICKEY BY HIS LEFT SNITTIE!”

Nope. I am done. Grabbing my plate, I quickly sink down into my room and quickly lock the door from the inside. 

Logan had a hickey. Deceit had an army of hickeys. Remus knows where a hickey is on a part of Deceit’s body that should have been hidden from view. Remus has made the term ‘snittie’ now enter my brain like the Intrusive Thot that he is!

“WHY DO MY FRIENDS HAVE TO BE SO WEIRD!?”

[thebarrydiariesx]

The Sleepover: Part 1 of 2.

PART SEVEN

“So what... we just sit tight and play a very dangerous game of hide and seek until morning?” Lisa remarked, folding her arms and looking around her locked, dark apartment. She threw her jacket on to the bed and gave herself a once over in her mirror. She smiled and followed a very stressed looking Barry.

“Pretty much,” Barry sighed as he peaked through her blinds. “It’d make more sense to just leave but-”

“Yeah not happening.” Lisa walked past him to the kitchen, putting a deliberate swing in her hips. She made a performance of bending down low as she opened her fridge, turning around with two Buds. “Drinks?” She shot him a smirk.

“Hilarious. Do you have like a cover or something for your couch, in case it gets cold?”

Lisa sauntered over to him, the beers sweating in her hands, and tilted her chin to line up her face to his. Barry tightened his lips and tried with all of his might to keep his eyes locked onto her face. She tilted her head.

“Listen, buddy.” She inched closer to him. “Need I remind you that we’re only in this predicament because you saw fit to appear at my place at the wrong time?” She prodded his chest. “You saved me and I’m thankful but you got trigger happy and you killed your guy- who by the way shouldn’t even be your guy- and now suddenly I’m a prisoner in my own home? Get outta here.” She shook her head and laughed. “If we’re gonna lay low, we’re gonna do this my way.” She offered the beer to him.

Barry clenched his jaw and looked above and past Lisa. “Fine.” He snatched the beer and took a hearty swig before looking down and pointing to her. “But just one.” He walked past Lisa to check the windows again, not noticing the satisfied smile on her face as she put the needle on her record player and dropped down onto the couch.

“Do you like Motown, Barry?”

*****

After two awkward hours, and with the help of several more beers and one thick joint, Lisa finally managed to get Barry to settle a little but it wasn’t without his limits. Barry sat cross-legged underneath her window, a beer in hand, still listening for any cars approaching, flinching upright every time he heard one. Lisa lounged lazily on the couch whilst they discussed music, books and video games. It took some strong coaxing from her, but she eventually got him up on the couch.

“Oh, this one I’m fuckin great at!” She beamed, pulling out a copy of Forza Horizon from her book shelf.

“Oh we’ll fuckin see about that, lady.” Barry retorted, a little more comfortable and decidedly more out of his shell than he had been in a while.

“Loser orders the pizza?” She hopped back on to the couch, handing him a controller.

“Deal.” Barry said smoothly, clinking his beer bottle with hers.

*****

“Oh you fuckin' slammin' bitch!" Lisa roared, elbowing Barry in an attempt to throw him off the game and better her chances at winning.

“Hey, cut that shit you fuckin’ cheatin asshole!” He struggled through his laughter, lapping up the beer that was now foaming out of the bottle.

“Oh, oh, an asshole huh Barry? Well you’re a...” Lisa grinned, trying her best to outdo him and herself on the elaborate insults. Video games always brought out Lisa’s less immaculate vernacular. “A robot fuckin’... cock lesbian!”

“Right back at ya, you fuckin...” Barry paused. “Soft piece of ass.” Lisa shot him a very perturbed look whilst he stayed silent. Lisa piped up.

“So pizza.”

“Yeah, pizza.”

*****

They relaxed more after they both had food in their stomach and a few more beers. The record player was still filling the room a few hours later.

“One of these early MORNIIIIIIINS” They both sang loudly as they sprawled over the couch, Barry’s arm relaxing around Lisa’s shoulder. She was puffing on the cig and her legs dangled freely on the coffee table. “Are gonna BE! Wiping those weeeping eeeeeyes yeaaaahhhh yeah yeah...”

“Wow, that was like every key except the key of Mustang Sally, Lisa.” Barry looked down at her smugly.

“Fuck you, Barbra Streisand.” She gave a throaty laugh, running her hand down his face in an attempt to shush him. “Speaking of Sally, how did you meet such a prim, perfect specimen in your line of work anyway?”

“Sally, she uh...” Barry immediately tensed up a little. “I met her at these acting classes I take. But it’s nothing serious, she just... what?”

“Fuck off.” Lisa sat upright, smiling widely. “You? Acting?” Barry stiffened and shot her a mock offended look.

“Hey what’s so fuckin’ funny about that?” His stifled laughter caused a grin to creep onto his lips the more he went on. “You don’t think I could do Shakespeare, huh? Is that what I’m hearing, Lisa?”

“Oh no of course not,” Lisa exclaimed, returning the tone. “I see it now, you and your...” She tried to continue through her erupting giggle. “Your fuckin long john’s and your big fuckin collar!” Barry burst into laughter whilst playfully covering her mouth and shaking her head from side to side.

“Fuck you, fuck you, aaaand fuck you.” His laughter died down to a soft smile as he put his arm back around her shoulder. “You know I used to call him Billy Rattlestick? Get it? Cause it’s William Shakes-”

“Shut. Up.” Lisa cut him off. “Fuckin Rattlestick... you idiot.”

“But yeah, that’s how I’m uh...” He brushed down his jeans awkwardly. “That’s how I’m finding myself.” He ran his hand over his face and took another swig of beer.

“That’s commendable, dude.” Lisa rubbed his back and gave a warm smile. “You gotta have something other than what you’re doing now. I mean this...” She waved her hand around the room. “This isn’t really who you are. I can see that and I’ve known you eight seconds, y��know?”

“Yeah...” Barry drifted off into space, smiling contently.

“You’re kind...” She tilted her head. “Fun...” She continued, walking her fingers across his shoulder. “And... you’re a great kisser.” She winked at him. Barry tilted his head to meet with hers, getting lost once again in that pretty, pretty face.

Lisa had almost forgotten the reason Barry was here. She had those strong arms around her again, breathing in his cologne and accepting that it made her happy. Even if it was a fleeting moment with a potentially dangerous stranger, she was living in the moment for once and riding the joyous wave. She squinted a little, trying to recall a time in her life where she felt this secure. Her train of thought was cut short by Barry’s voice.

“So what about you?”

“What about me?” She shuffled a little under his arm, feeling the needling questions coming.

“Well I told you my background. I’m not believing for a second that you were always a...” He chewed his cheek quizzically.

“A whore? A prostitute? A smokin’ hot lady of the evening?” She questioned coyly.

“An equally great kisser...” He cut in, smiling sweetly. “But yeah... sure. How’d that happen?”

She sat upright, took a long drag of her cig and drained the last of her beer. Forcing a smile, she began.

“Would you believe me if I told you I was once an assistant librarian?” She giggled softly. Barry offered an encouraging smile. “Well I was. I worked in a dusty old library in my hometown when I was like sixteen and it was the whole world to me. I got to turn my passion for books into a job and my parents were overbearing. Great... amazing, actually...” She trailed off with a smile. A smile that lingered only for the memory of her parents and the smell of old books and dusty shelves. “But it was nice to be making my own money and slowly building a modicum of independence.” She rubbed the back of her neck took another drag of her cig. “Anyway, I’m working and in walks this gorgeous guy by the name of Bradley. This stupid, handsome, bumbling guy my age who used to come in and talk to me like every week. I knew right away he was into me.” She looked at Barry and laughed softly. “Fucker was on the same damn page of Catcher in the Rye for weeks before I finally put him out of his misery and asked him out.” She grinned at Barry who returned it promptly. She closed her eyes for a moment, picturing a tall, bearded young man with red hair, hazel eyes and smile that could save the world in her eyes. She could feel Bradley’s arms envelop her and for a brief second, she felt warm. She felt like she was right there, before the sharp sting of recollection struck. “So we dated, fell in love, left town... and we were so happy. Like a disgusting kind of happy, right? He was studying to be an accountant and I had landed my perfect job: a real, actual librarian.” She smiled sheepishly. “Lame, right?”

Barry gave her shoulder a squeeze. “Go on.”

“So uh...” She lit up another cigarette and cracked open another beer. “We were happy. We were a typical, boring ass couple but it was neat, y’know? Shopping trips, date nights, stupid arguments over laundry...” She was now gently beginning to rock back and forth, leaning her elbows on her knees. Her tone dropped. “One night, we were walking back from a movie and these... fuckin’ pieces of shit...” Her voice shook. “They shot him. They shot him for money. I couldn’t move... I couldn’t move, man and it all happened so fast...” Lisa couldn’t help but see it. The sidewalk, the blood, Bradley’s blank face. She felt the guilt rise in her again like a swelling in her chest. All she could do in that moment was stare in horror as they rifled through the coat of the body that was once the love of her life. She saw them run and suddenly that scream that was so absent five minutes before they left suddenly ripped through her chest and out of her throat. She screamed so loud she thought her ears might bleed. She remembered laying by his body and screaming until her throat was raw. She sobbed, she wheezed, she kissed his face and hands and she begged anyone listening above to bring him back. She winced and gripped her chest whilst Barry rubbed her shoulders. She nodded, signalling that she was alright to keep going. Her eyes wide and her breathing a low wheeze, she went on. “Then I did something worse.” She was barely whispering now. “I didn’t call the cops. I followed them, followed to some shitty fucking modern lookin’ brothel. Completely illegal and it would have been so fuckin easy had I just call the fuckin cops but I didn’t...” Her hands began to shake, causing her to pull on her fingers anxiously. “I... went in posing as one of the workers and..." She began to stammer. “I g-got rid of them, Barry.” She looked at him dead-eyed and, with a deliberate lack of haste, went on again. “I killed them. Six men. All gone.” Her eyes darted around the room and she brought her hands up to her face, trying to smoke out the images. The gun in her pocket, the knife in her hand. She felt rage like never before. She ploughed through them like they were nothing. They didn’t expect it but Lisa was there. Slicing and shooting and ripping through those men blinded by red beads of fury and grief. “I didn’t just lose Bradley that night, Barry. I lost myself. I had to leave to save myself and everyone who knew me before. I left everything behind. My job, my life, my family... I’m probably dead for all they know.” A single tear dropped from her face on to her lap. “You wanna know what the worst part is?” She looked back to Barry, who had a pained look on his face, his hand still firmly on her shoulder. “I didn’t feel bad for doing it at the time... I felt... it felt...” Her breath hitched.

“Good.” Barry murmured, staring past her and into his own mind.

“Yeah...” She gave a stuttered sigh and rubbed her face, a sense of guilt mixed with relief washing over her, making her body feel limp and cold.

Barry now understood why she barely flinched when he told her what he did. She knows how it feels to take a life. Several of them. She felt the pain, the brain shattering guilt and very brief but sickening sense of pride at how easy it was. What’s more, she had to deal with this pain and loss alone. He put his arms around her and squeezed her tight.

He didn’t have to say a word.

Lisa tried to steady her breathing and wiped the tears away. Her story, until now, was untold, never uttered and forcefully ripped from her memory most days. It was only ever at night that those six faces crawled inside her mind. She needed them out, any way she could, the only way she knew how. Whilst Barry was up getting her water, she put out her cig and put down her beer, straightening out her dress and smoothing her hair. When he returned she was quick to speak.

“Okay, you know my story now.” She took the water and set it down on the table, her eyes never leaving his. “Show me.”

“Huh?” She asked softly, placing a hand on her shoulder. “What do you mean-”

“Show me...” She edged closer to him. Barry’s lip quivered and he tightened his grip on her. He could feel the weed and the alcohol dimming his restraint. “Show me who you really are, Barry.”

Barry inhaled through his teeth shut his eyes tightly. He was finding it harder and harder to ignore the ambiguous connection he had to this woman. “Lisa, just relax, okay? I don’t think we should do this...”

“Please...” She trailed a painted fingernail down his lower lips, running her other hand up the back of his neck and through his hair. “You saved my life, you’re currently saving my life...” She bit her lip when she felt Barry’s hand grip the back of her neck in that same spot as before. “Let me say thank you, Barry. Show me who you want to be.” The last word was whisper as she felt Barry’s lips press firmly quickly to hers, growling into her mouth. He dragged his fingernails down her exposed back and trailed his lips down to her neck, fully intending to show her who he really was, the man she unleashed inside of him.

[stedes-black-bonnet]

My Baby Does Me: Chapter 4

POV: John Deacon x reader

Notes: Let me know if you want on my tag list?? I’ve had a couple people ask to be added. Ongoing Queen fic and such, expect updates weekly, if not more frequently.

Warnings: Drinking, swearing, and some steamy AF cupboard action? Does all of Queen appearing (finally!) in this chapter count as warning-worthy??

Abstract: A child’s game is played, though several people win at games not everyone knew were being played.

You weren’t sure exactly what Roger Taylor was offering, and you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to turn him down; if it weren’t for the enigmatic, dancing God standing next to the blond God, you might have a hard time resisting the glamorous Roger. Your heart was already spoken for, even if you hadn’t realized it yet. Roger put an arm around Deacy’s waist. He had to admit, Deacy had delectable taste in women. The kind of women that tended to go after his friend, however, weren’t always the kind of woman Deacy was looking for. He wasn’t strictly a one woman a night kinda guy; that wasn’t to say Deacy didn’t like to have his fun or indulge his base desires, rather that he was a bit more choosy than most about the women he invited along for the ride. Roger respected this the most about his friend. And even though he’d never admit it, he admired him even more for his discerning palate and all-encompassing self-control.

They could get whatever they wanted when they wanted it, Roger thought. Perhaps the most chaotic thing about Deacy was his ability to simultaneously flaunt that fact and yet outright deny it; turning away from limitless lechery and immediacy was perhaps the ultimate form of Deacy’s rebellious chaotic energy. He could allure anyone and say no in the same breath. Roger, however, rarely said no, considered seduction his favorite hobby--besides his cars and his drums. He was maybe a cad, but he never took advantage; Roger Taylor always knew where to draw the line, and if that line was the curve of a woman’s body, even better.

He hoped you were capable of dealing with Deacy’s complexities, because from the look in his friend’s eyes, Roger could tell Deacy was falling in such a way he was probably already writing songs about you in his head. He hated the idea of seeing his friend get hurt again. Roger was all fire and every emotion was always plastered on his fine face; if you could read a book, you could interpret his face and his feelings; Deacy felt everything startlingly deeply, and even though he trusted the members of Queen above all, there were times he’d rather run away for weeks than tell them what was wrong. Could you be the exception?

“That depends,” you said, “What kind of game are you playing?” A wry smile had appeared on your face. You were feeling the alcohol a bit more, and felt braver because of it. You looked at Deacy, and had a hard time not thinking about what it would feel like to kiss him in this room full of witnesses. To claim him publicly would be the most fantastic move, you thought. Not to mention a huge turn on for you. You tried to put it in the back of your mind next to your thoughts of pressing him up against a wall and running your hands all the way down his torso.

There was a faraway look in your eyes Deacy couldn’t help but find intriguing and exquisite. That, he thought, was the perfect word to describe you: exquisite.

“I have an idea what you’re playing.” Deacy said, “You and Freddie really can’t help yourselves, and you’ve enlisted Y/N’s friend, and now you’re trying to enlist us to be party to your...foreplay adventure.”

“I would never say ‘foreplay adventure.’” Roger simpered. He licked his lips, and looked at you, “Listen: we’re simple men who play scrabble for fun for fuck’s sake. And what we’re doing now is equally childish, yet a rockin’ blast of a time.”

“Oh yes! Sardines is without qualification a ‘rockin’ blast of a time.’” Jim laughed sardonically.

“Wait--you’re playing reverse hide-and-seek?” You asked somewhat gleefully.

“What of it, love?” Roger asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Let me get this straight--”

Jim snorted into his cocktail, and the boys smiled at him fondly.

“Let me get this straight,” you repeated shaking your head a Jim, a full-on smile on your face, “You’re adult rock-stars playing sardines?”

“Come now, this is a time-old romantic tradition dating back to the Victorian Era.” Roger explained, rather scholarly, you thought.

“God save the Queens.” Deacy said automatically.

“God save the Queens,” Jim responded. You had the distinct feeling Jim was talking about one Queen in particular, and that this call and response was a typical exchange of the group you had become part of.

Deacy removed himself from Rog’s grip, and offered you his hand. You took it, allowing him to help you up. Standing next to him for the first time, you noticed how tall he was, and were instantly relieved you had the foresight to wear heels tonight. You’d still have to stand on your tiptoes to kiss him properly, you guessed.

“Look at it this way,” Deacy pulled you closer to him, staring into your eyes the entire time, “games of proximity are significantly better as adults.”

You smiled at each other knowingly, as if you had been exchanging hidden messages since childhood. It was clear to you now, maybe for the first time tonight, Deacy wanted to get you alone, to experience you by himself, a room all your own. Perhaps, this was the ultimate test for any two people, to survive the tedious one-on-one for the first time. To bypass all the pitfalls and emerge for the better and wanting to know each other better wasn’t always easy or simple. You knew, however, you wanted nothing more than to find out if you were compatible in every sense of the word.

“You’d have to find me, first.” You challenged.

“I could find you in a room full of darkness, you gleam that brightly for me.”

Dumbstruck, you felt that newly familiar sensation of time pausing again. It was such a line, you thought, but there was something about the genuine way he said it, the slight shyness, the undercurrent of embarrassment that showed you he felt flabbergasted saying it, too. Maybe it was audacity of the audience, or the fact you had known each other for hardly an hour, barely knew anything about each other, but whatever it was, it wasn’t just a line for him, because you knew the last thing he wanted was to show bad judgment. Statements, lines like that can seem like a game, something a player would say to get his way, or show the emotional hand of someone who rushes into relationships too quickly. The way he said it, the mixed emotions, however, conveyed what the words couldn’t: he was saying this against his better judgement precisely because he couldn’t help himself. Another paradox, you thought.

“Another paradox,” you whispered.

For Deacy, you had said the magic word. He knew you understood him better in these brief minutes than most had his entire life.      

Roger cleared his throat, “Mates, you’re supposed to be helping me find Lydia. Keep your baseline in your pants.”

“You’re one to talk, Rog.” Jim came around the bar, determined to help in the search. “Pretty sure you’re up for action any day, action any night.”

Roger glared at Jim.

“Right,” Deacy said. “Let’s do this.” You nodded in agreement, and let go of Deacy’s hand.

“Alright, you all know the rules? We all split up and search for Lydia, and when we find her, hide with her until the last one of us comes a long and is declared the loser. Now, keep in mind Bri and Freddie are already playing. I lost track of them, oh, I don’t know, thirty minutes ago? They could be anywhere.”

“I like a challenge.” You said, clapping your hands together.

“Did Freddie start playing before or after the chandelier?” Jim asked Roger.

“...Well, during.” Roger confessed hesitantly.

Jim closed his eyes in gentle frustration, “Thanks for the hint,” he said, and quickly zipped off among the throng of people, deciphering something in Roger’s words only one’s lover could understand.

You lost track of him rather fast, and amused yourself imagining Jim sneaking off into a secret passage like film noir detective.

Deacy wanted to just whisk you away, use this game as an opportunity to get you alone, but he was also competitive and liked to win. He was torn. Part of this game was deception and distraction and knowing your prey. He was contemplating the best tactic when he noticed you had left his side slyly and without sound or word. Surprised, he smiled at your initiative. He took it as a personal challenge, endearing him to your spirit even more than before.

“Hey, hold this for me, mate?” Rog said, handing Deacy a balloon he had fumbled down from over the bar. “Right,” Deacy said holding the string.

That’s when Roger popped the balloon, and made sweet his own ostentatious getaway.

Deacy stood at the bar, quite alone in a room full of people, still holding the string to the popped balloon, “Right.” He repeated.

You were in the room you had most wanted to enter since you arrived at the party. A glorious white grand piano rested in the center of the room. Vast, rich red curtains hung from the bay windows circling the exterior. A spiral staircase was off in the corner of the room, almost hidden, certainly meant to be ignored. What was it like to live in a place where something as inherently fancy as a spiral staircase was commonplace?

The ceiling looked like a renaissance painting, though you were certain some of the angelic figures were, indeed, of cats and not cherubs. You smiled at the adorable yet bizarre tribute to the fine feline kind. Only Freddie, you thought. Unless this was Jim’s dramatic touch? You thought better of it; only a rock-star would do this to their ceiling. You wondered what it would be like to compose rock songs at this piano, in this space, in this townhouse. Down the rabbit hole, indeed, you echoed Jim’s words from earlier. Especially in this room, they rang true. You couldn’t bring yourself to touch the piano without permission, though you longed to sit and play, perhaps to entertain, maybe to show off.

Instead, you checked behind the curtains for Lydia. She wasn’t there, though. You decided to not go back the way you came, but to use the inexplicably curving, tight staircase that led up towards the cat-painted ceiling, and off along towards an indoor balcony. You weren’t sure exactly yet where it led, but couldn’t resist the urge to find out. You ascended the staircase and followed the balcony along into another room. You found yourself on the second floor over a modest library. If a two-story library could be called modest, that is. Large ferns took advantage of the floor to ceiling windows resting between the shelves. You wondered who the gardener was who took painstakingly good care of them.

You wandered between the nooks and crannies, between large and small plants, in dark crevices, and patterned curtains made of kimonos. There was another staircase leading up (how many floors did this place have?) and a doorway leading to a widow's walk, and beyond that only darkness. Shadowy figures were outside the widow’s walk. Maybe one was Lydia and the others?

Opening the door, you ran into someone leaving.

“Oh, pardon me, will you?” He asked, lightly. He was distracted, maybe on a mission of his own?

You looked up at him, and saw a mop of curly long hair. You recognized, with and in-take of breath, Brian May.

“Oh, wow!” you whispered. “I mean, of course--excuse me, I was just looking for my friend; we’re playing a game.” You explained. You couldn’t believe you were talking to Brian May, about a stupid game, when he was in all actuality quite brilliant.

A look of recognition sprang to life on his ultimately kindly face. The smile made Brain absolutely beautiful. It had to be said, he had better hair than anyone you had ever met, including Lydia. Those luscious brown curls, you wondered, how did he keep them so tame? You must remember to ask for tips. Hair tips from Brian May, you really were losing it.

You took in his red and black Henley and silver blazer. He looked classical, relaxed, you thought. And so very tall. Taller than Deacy. You thought then of Deacy and where he was, if he had won yet, and thought of finding him in a dark corner, and what you would do to him if you did. The possibilities were endless.

“You must be Y/N!” Brian said grinning.

His words shook you from your reverie. This rock-star, who played guitar better than any living person in the world, knew your name.

“I am,” you managed to say. You put your hand out for him to shake. Brian took it happily, and he introduced himself. “I think we’re playing the same game, if I’m not mistaken?”

“We are,” he agreed a little bemusedly.

“We must part ways, then,” you said somewhat sadly; Brian seemed, well there was no other word for it, sweet. Maybe genuine was a better way to put it, you thought? You smiled at him and said, “I hope we have the opportunity to learn more about each other outside the cunning nature of sardines.”

Brain laughed at your remark. He liked a woman with a brain. Being a scientist himself, he valued the simple skills of observation and logic. Also, however, being an artist, he admired beauty. Women were like stars for him, each had their own beauty, their own signature, a little something that made them all different and appealing in a myriad of ways. Gazing at stars, for Brain, was like gazing a women: equal parts dangerous and beguiling. A woman could sear your eyes, tarnish your skin, yet envelope you entirely in light and warmth. This, is the essence of pleasure, Brain thought. And, like every other woman, you were very pleasing.

“I’m sure we will have the chance.” Brain smiled as he left back the way you had come through the library. You, however, continued past the widow’s walk to a doorway at the end of a medieval-looking hallway. You opened the door and walked inside. A guest bedroom in pinks and oranges met your gaze. Light mewing and tired sighs could be heard from the canopied bed. You tiptoed past the bed, not wanting to disturb the cats--seven in all, you counted? A second doorway led to another hallway with six different doors leading all of six different ways.

Dear lord, you thought. Did this place ever end? You wished Brain hadn’t left you alone. You were a stranger in a strange land. Before you could worry too much, one of the doors started opening, and you wished for a place to hide. You had five options, and couldn’t choose one. You found yourself frozen to the spot, a little too curious about who could be coming through the doorway.

Deacy opened the door and saw, much to his surprise and elation, you.

“Y/N?” He said into the darkness.

“Deacy!” You practically sprang into his arms with relief. It felt as if you had already done it a hundred times before. You felt Deacy’s body seize briefly and then instantly relax. He slowly snaked his arms around your waist and up your back. He was very cliche of warmth and you felt duly undeniably safe. He was a shield in the night.

Deacy couldn’t resist any longer. He had been fighting a silent battle all night. The one against his mind and his heart. That old battle, more a foe than a friend; for we are always our own worst enemies, are we not, he thought? And, really, when you got down to it, he was no different than anyone else. Sure, he was famous and wealthy, but some problems you couldn’t charm away, you couldn’t buy off. Some problems all men had to face.

This fight always ended one of two ways: the heart would win or the mind. He could stop himself, maybe, he thought, if he turned tail and retreated now. If he left you here in this dark hallway, he could continue to guard himself, to lock himself away. Seal away vulnerability once and for all, and give up. Or, alternatively, he could let go. He could succumb to every thought, to every wish he had silently expressed since he noticed you entering the party with Lydia.

That’s when Deacy let go.

He moved his hands down your arms to take your hands in his, and he turned to the left, knowingly, and led you into another room you had yet to see.

It was, you thought, a pantry of some kind. Close-quartered, but not too cramped. In here, in the darkness alone, you would have been afraid. But with Deacy it was an adventure, a beginning. Deacy turned around and snapped the door closed by pushing you up against it. He didn’t ask to kiss you, which you liked. You hated it when people asked to kiss you. It was, you thought, their own insecure way of not really knowing if they wanted to kiss you in the first place. If you have to ask to kiss someone, one of you doesn’t want it, and your intuition is giving you a red flag.

Deacy ran his hungry fingers up your waist, past your breasts, up your neck, pulling you into an exigent kiss. His lips pressed against yours with skill and determination. You responded immediately by wrapping your arms around his waist, one reaching up his back into his coiled hair. Softer to the touch than you had expected. Even the texture of his hair excited you; you had it bad. You smiled as the kiss lengthened, parting your lips.

His lips caressed yours, parting in equal measure and excitement. There was a rhythm to his kissing, you thought. Longer ones followed by softer and shorter ones, passion on top of passion, building to breath and repeats of long crescendos. Every peak would push a bit further than before, before de-escalating to a plateau. Each break made you desperately cling to him and him to you. You kept bringing back each kiss, each feel of the hands, each everything was new, nothing done before, each movement a furthering symphony of ecstasy.

Deacy deftly slid his tongue into your mouth, tracing your tongue. He pulls back, ever so briefly, lightly nibbling your bottom lip, and you moan in response. There is music in it notes know not.

That’s when Deacy decides he could happily make you moan forever and be perfectly, permanently in a state of joy. “Moan again, for me?” He asks, punctuating each word with a kiss or a touch, “I’ll make it worth your while…” He’s curious what other sounds you could make together; he wants to find every sound you make and catalog them into a score, a song that can mean only you, that only you can make together.

You manage a sigh, looking into his grey eyes, you pull him into your kiss. Your hands pull him by the waistband of his jeans, fingers digging into the coarse fabric; it is a dirty gesture done every so innocently. You slink your tongue into his mouth this time, moaning all the while. As you lose track of time, you lose track of which hands are yours and which are his, as if you already belonged to each other. He lassos his arms around you, into your hair, holding your face. Your tongues circle each other in a delighted syncopation. You follow and flow with each other’s lips. You feel him getting harder with each kiss, and wonder how on earth he’s containing himself in those tight jeans of his.

He pulls away, moaning. Bodies still up against each other, he knows he wants more. But he also always wants to wait, to savor these moments and delay sex as long as possible; that was, after all, part of the fun for him. But, before he stopped altogether, he had one more parting shot, one final move to impress upon you how much he desired you.

Deacy, placing a hand on your face, and another cradling one of your breasts, leaned down, and licked up from your decolletage, up your neck, all the way to the tip of your chin. He felt you shiver in his grasp.

Gasping, you felt every pore, every slice of skin his tongue touched ablaze with a keen desire. You wanted him, all of him, right there. Instantly, you knew without a doubt you needed him past this moment, past this night, past every night, maybe. It was a ridiculous notion, you had just met, but this ultimate need, this yearning was the most powerful feeling you had ever come across. And you never wanted it to end.

“I am not sure,” you said, “how you expect me to go back out there as wet as I am for you right now.”

The flashing in his eyes was a need you had never seen on another person.

He wasn’t sure if what you said was sexier than what you had done thus far, or even what he figured you would and could do for each other. He almost let go again, almost giving in to your skilled seduction.

“Y/N, if we relent now, if we give into each other now, we will regret it.”

“I could never regret that.”

He smiled lightly, “it will be all the better for waiting,” he kissed you again, flicking his wrist to your hips, and traveling down your inner thighs.

“This,” you moan, as he dexterously searched, pressing his fingers to your clitoris, “doesn’t feel like waiting to me…”

“But it is; I promise,” he said, returning your moan, as you trailed a hand across his mostly perfectly erect penis. There it was again, an intimacy that knows clothes. You’ve never been so entirely turned on while having all your clothes on. Was this the beginnings of true intimacy? Of great compatibility? You weren’t sure yet, and for the first time during all this reasoned he was right: you should bide your time.

You gently removed your hands from him, pulling him towards you still with your kiss. He followed suit, and took his hands off your body. Attached at the lips, this was still the hottest moment of your sexually experienced life. Almost as if rehearsed, you ended your kiss at the same exact time.

You saw him in a different light now. A layer of uncertainty melted away; there were different ways to know people, you figured. After this event, you saw him with more transparency, more confidence. He was a song you were learning, and couldn’t stop humming. You wanted to pour over his score until you had it committed to memory. You wanted to know him note-perfect.

You stared at each other silently. You weren’t sure how long, all notions of sardines forgotten in this cupboard.

That was until someone else joined you with a bang, and a push, new hands on your shoulders, and a closing of a door.

“Deacy, darling, is that you?” The man said; his voice was crisp and undeniably alive. You looked to your left, and saw more than felt that he still had a comforting hand on your shoulder. He was wearing a cape, a crown, white hot-pants, and not much else. You’d recognize that mustache anywhere.

“Fuck me,” you said softly to Freddie Mercury.

Freddie looked you up and down, taking in your green dress, bright eyes, and chic hair. He liked your over-large glasses. There was something sly in your eyes he savored. Freddie flicked his eyes onto Deacy, who made a halfhearted attempt to hide his erection; no fool, Freddie knew what had been going on in here even without that particular hint. He raised a thick eyebrow at Deacy. That eyebrow said everything in one fluid movement.

Deacy knew Freddie would 1) never let him live this down, 2) demand later to know everything that had happened in here while simultaneously regaling him of other sexual encounters that had occurred in this pantry, 3) pry every detail about Y/N out of him, and 4) cheer you on relentlessly. Eyebrows could communicate a lot. At least, Deacy thought, if it had to be anyone who discovered this situation, it was Freddie.

Their connection was deeper than his to the others; Freddie, like him, was shy in his private life. He was deeply secretive, and cherished the times when he could be “normal” as much as the times he was on stage performing for thousands of people. They understood each other instinctively, which made them not only good friends but good collaborators. They were able to write songs together with ease and enjoyment. On stage, Freddie was the only one who made him feel free to dance and embrace the music without an ounce of shame. At times, he even looked forward to the times Freddie would wander over and grind up against him, dancing in their own unique ways to the music they created together. That, Deacy thought, was complete freedom. Freddie, on stage, a magician, the great pretender, brought out the best in everyone, including the band. Freddie was, if nothing else, also surprisingly discreet. Deacy knew he wouldn’t even have to ask for Freddie’s discretion; he’d just have it, like he’d always have Freddie’s friendship.

“Well, to be honest, Deacy dear,” Freddie simpered, “I expected to find Roger and his belle de jour in here, not you and this delicious beauty.”

“Rog is quite fond of cupboards,” Deacy grinned mischievously.

“A queen if i ever saw one,” Freddie sighed.

“Are you referring to Roger or Y/N here?” Deacy questioned straightening his button-down.

“Myself, of course!” Freddie chuckled extending his hand to you. “Y/N L/N,” you said smiling from ear to ear, shaking his hand.

“Freddie Mercury, an absolute pleasure to finally meet you, darling. I’ve heard so much about you, if it isn’t gauche to say so?”

What was tonight, you thought? How many rock-stars knew your name? How many were vying for your attention? And, well, that’s not not mention everything that had transpired in this cupboard with one John Deacon.

“Not at all! As long as what you’ve heard has been favorable--if not, i may have to do something unspeakably devious about it.”

“My husband has a very high opinion of you, actually.”

“Oh! Jim! I just am so taken with him. We’re getting lunch tomorrow.” You excitedly exclaim.

“Indeed! I find myself jealous. How about you, Deacy. Jealous of my dear husband and your...friend?”

“Jealous,” Deacy said with a wry smile, “Doesn’t even begin to touch my feelings, Fred.”

“Freddie?” you asked, remembering the game, one of many, you thought.

“Hmm?”

“Have you seen the others?”

“Oh! Well, to be honest, I was hiding from Jim because of the chandelier incident. Though, that man is the canniest; I’d suspect he and Brain would have found Lydia by now. Technically, I think we aren’t allowed to search for her together…” He sounded like a parent now, catching two children breaking an obvious rule.

You were loath to split away from Deacy again. This, Deacy could read on your face. He took your hand, placing something in it, and said, “Y/N, we will find each other again tonight, I promise.”

He left the pantry, determined to win more than just your heart.

You opened the palm of your hand to find a long string in it.

“What’s that?” Freddie asked.

“A distraction,” you said, looking at the closed door, with an impressed smirk.      

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Love on the brain (Part 9)

Hey guys, sorry I was really busy :) I hope you enjoy the chapter. As always, sorry for any mistakes. Let me know what you think!

The chapter is also up on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17576201/chapters/42483425

The next day Kelley and Alex’s parents decide to visit a museum together and since the younger members of both families feel more like doing some kind of physical activity, they decide to go to a Laser Tag arena. After an instructor helped them into the gear and told them how to shoot properly, they start splitting into two teams, intentionally splitting all the couples. The first team, ‘Team Black’, consists of Kelley, her brother Jerry, Allie and Alex’s sisters Jeri and Jen. They face ‘Team White’ consisting of Alex, Bati, Kelley’s sister Erin, the husband of Alex’s sister Jen and Kristy, the wife of Kelley’s brother.

“Okay guys, I will bring Team Black to the other end of the arena. Team White you wait here. I will start a countdown, when you hear that countdown the game is about to start and you can position yourself wherever you want. When the air horn goes off the battle begins and you keep on playing until all members of one team are eliminated. The people, who get hit, come back to the instruction room. Understood?” the instructor asks. They all nod their heads.

“Good! May the best team win. Follow me Team Black.” he says.

“You stand no chance.” Erin yells at them.

“Pride goes before a fall, loser.” Kelley counters. She walks over to Alex and kisses her.

“Good luck, you’ll need it.” Alex whispers.

“Hit me with your best shot, princess.” Kelley winks at her.

“Worms, stop befriending the enemy and move your ass to the other end of the arena.” Allie remarks.

“Strictly speaking, I’m sleeping with the enemy.” Kelley jokes, while Alex looks at her piercingly.

“Babe.”

“What? The whole team is, except for Erin and Jeri.” Kelley justifies, which makes everyone laugh.

“Good one, Worms.” Allie says, high-fiving Kelley.

“Move your pretty ass, before I shoot you right now.” Alex chuckles.

“Guys, I think we should go.” Kelley says hurried.

“Whipped as fuck.” Allie hollers, while Team Black leaves with loud cheers.

“Okay guys, Jerry will be a tough nut. He knows his stuff from the air force.” Jerry’s wife says as Team White huddles.

“As I know Jerry and Kelley, they will use every opportunity to play dirty.” Erin comments.

“Then we are going to play even dirtier.” Alex says determined.

“Right! I’ll shut down Allie that will be easy, after that I try to catch Jerry off guard, but I’ll need some backing.” Bati says looking at Jen’s husband, who nods.

“Girls, we try to tag Jen and Jeri and after that we’ll handle Kelley.” Alex instructs, Erin and Jerry’s wife nod.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the arena Team Black is forming a huddle as well.

“Aight Team Black we have to get down and dirty. Don’t take any prisoners!” Kelley orders.

“I can try to draw the attention of some on me, but you’ll have to be ready and back me up.” Jerry says to Jen and Jeri.

“They will try to take down Jerry first, that’s when we have to attack from behind.” Kelley directs looking at Allie.

“Guys be filthy and messy. No compromising!” Allie encourages.

“Kay, let’s get em’” Kelley says belligerent.

The deafening loud countdown by a robot voice starts booming throughout the arena.

“Ten. Nine. Eight.”

Kelley and Allie start charging towards the staircase, which leads to the second floor, while Jerry, Jen and Jeri start making their way through the maze of walls that is providing hideouts and cover.

“Seven. Six.”

Meanwhile, Bati and Jen’s husband enter the maze as well, while Alex, Erin and Kristy enter the other side of the maze.

“Five. Four. Three.”

The adrenalin is sky high.

“Two.”

“One.” when Kelley and Allie ran halfway through the second floor, the air horn goes off. Downstairs they hear loud yelling. They run down the stairs on the other end of the arena and head into the maze as well. It is pretty dark in the hall, but not as dark as upstairs, where you can barely see anything and you have to go by hearing. Kelley and Allie are sneaking through the maze quietly, but they can hear that the battle is at full blast.  

“Take cover!!!” Jerry yells loudly.

“Take that, sucker!” Erin yells.

“Darn it!” Jen calls, getting hit by her husband.

“I got shot!” Jen’s husband screams.

They hear fast approaching steps and look at each other wide eyed.

“Okay let’s split up!” Kelley whisper yells.

“Roger that.” Allie says, heading left, while Kelley heads right. A shadow is causing her to come to a halt. Kelley aims the Laser Tag gun towards the shadow and pulls the trigger just in the moment Erin runs around the corner, hitting the sensor perfectly.

“Who the fuck was that?!” Erin exclaims annoyed, looking around hastily. Kelley charges in a different direction, not wanting to be seen, so she can sneak around undiscovered. She heads for the staircase again, seeking cover behind a box. She hears light steps coming towards her. She aims and hits Kristy as well, quickly running to the other side and ducking behind a wall. Jerry’s wife walks past her, cursing, but Kelley is not discovered yet again. Downstairs Jerry and Bati are having a fierce battle, which Bati ultimately wins, due to Jerry taking a risk by giving up his cover. Bati’s loud cheers are interrupted by the sound of Allie’s gun hitting him. She laughs loudly, while running away quickly. Meanwhile, Alex tip toes behind Jeri, waiting for the perfect moment to aim for her sensor.

“You bitch.” Jeri says, when she turns around and sees who shot her. Alex laughs at her and runs towards the other end of the arena. Upstairs, Kelley hears steps and heavy breathing, she turns around and runs to the left, crashing into someone hard.

“Ow! Who are you?”

“Damn, shut up Allie! You nearly gave me a heart attack.” Kelley hisses.

“Thank god, Wormy! How many are left?”

“I don’t know. I shot Erin and Kristy and by what I heard Jen and her husband are out as well. What about you?”

“Jerry was shot by Bati and I shot Bati, so Jeri and Alex must be left.”

“Perfect, if it’s the three of us, we should get her easily.”

“How about I go down that staircase and you go down the one on the other side? That way we can pen her in.”

“Yeah, let’s do that. If you see her whistle.” Kelley says, making her way to the other side slowly. Allie reaches the stairs, but is surprised by a hand covering her mouth and her sensor signaling that she has been shot. Allie looks to her right, to see Alex putting her finger to her mouth, signaling for her to be quiet. Allie walks down the stairs and towards the instruction room, but whistles on the way. Kelley turns around abruptly.

“Shit. Allie.” she says to herself. She leans against a wall and peeks around the edge. She hears a loud bang in the staircase she was supposed to walk down. Her heart starts beating faster and her breathing is getting heavier. She turns around again and walks towards the sound of the bang. About 20 meters before the staircase she hides behind a wall again, when suddenly someone pushes her into a corner. Kelley’s breath hitches and she immediately smells and feels that it is Alex. Alex moves closer to her, pressing her against the brick wall and starts kissing her sensually, but also possessively. Kelley is completely blindsided by the ambush and all she does is kiss her back. Kelley’s pulse is skyrocketing through the roof and she has to admit that this is turning her on massively. Alex is totally dominating the kiss and enjoys Kelley being taken-aback for once. Their mouths clash lustfully and they make out in the corner for a good minute. At one point, Alex starts to slow down and pulls away. She then moves in again to breathe against Kelley’s ear sexily. The hot stream of air and her proximity makes Kelley shudder and she closes her eyes. Alex whispers into her ear seductively.

“Gotcha.”

She pulls away quickly and Kelley needs a second to process what Alex just said. She opens her eyes in a flash and all she sees is Alex walking away. She looks down her body and sighs when her sensor flashes brightly.

“You dumb, needy moron.” Kelley curses at herself, throwing her head back, annoyed with how she gave in. Kelley slowly walks to the instruction room, where everybody is already waiting expectantly. When Kelley walks in right after Alex ,Team White cheers loudly, celebrating Alex, while Team Black looks frustrated.

“Damn it, what happened Kel?” Jerry asks.

“Yes, Worms, didn’t you hear my whistling?” Allie says throwing her hands up displeased. The whole room goes quite, waiting for Kelley to answer the question. She switches her gaze to look at Alex in panic, who is smirking at her.

“Yeah, Kel that’s indeed a really good question.” Alex teases, trying to hide her laughter. Kelley gives her a look that screams ‘Why are you doing this to me?’.

“It was an ambush. She just knows me too well. It was the most efficient trick, when it comes to annihilating me. I stood no chance, sorry guys.” she declares, saving herself from embarrassment. Team Black sighs, while Team White high fives with loud cheers.

“Rematch?” Jen asks, to which they all respond with eager nodding.

“Hell yeah.” Allie grins. They all start swarming out to the designated starting points, leaving the instruction room. When Alex tries to exit the room an arm slams into the doorframe, blocking her way. She is pushed up against the wall and met with a bruising kiss. Kelley pulls away slightly, just so their lips aren’t touching anymore. She lingers there for a second.

“We’ll talk about this at home.” she says assertively. The sexual tension could be cut with a knife right now. It lays heavy above them, altering every touch, every move, every beating of their hearts. Alex senses the dominance Kelley radiates and it turns her on even more.

“No talking required.” Alex breathes. The vanity of her tone drives Kelley insane and she knows it.

“Can’t wait for it, Captain Morgan.”

“Me neither, Officer O’Hara.”

“Kel, are you coming?” Jerry yells. Kelley salutes and races out of the room, causing Alex to laugh.

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After everyone got the chance to freshen up at their hotel rooms and homes, they all meet up for dinner. When they arrive at the restaurant their parents are already waiting outside and slowly but surely all the couples and family members arrive. The waitress leads them to a huge booth and Kelley and Alex squeeze into the corner of it with Allie and Bati right next to them and Alex’s parents just across the table. Kelley’s parents get seated next to Alex’s parents and the siblings plus partners at the other end of the table. The dinner is very nice and everybody is chatting about the day happily. With every glass of wine Alex consumes she is getting clingier. While Kelley is the one with the dumb ideas when she is drunk and owns the title of a reckless drunk, Alex is definitely a touchy-feely drunk or sometimes a horny drunk. Right now Alex is holding onto Kelley’s arm and strokes her bicep up and down, leaning into her, not leaving an inch of space. However, Kelley doesn’t mind one bit. She finds it really cute when Alex gets affectionate with her and mindlessly rests her hand on Alex’s thigh, drawing circles with her fingertips.

“Honey, show me that watch again.” Alex’s mom urges. Alex holds out her wrist so that her mom can have a closer look.

“Just gorgeous.” Pam gushes. Alex eyes the watch proudly, her eyes lighting up.

“Isn’t it?? I love it so much. It’s just perfect.” Alex raves, looking up at Kelley, her eyes shimmering even more intensely now.

“Yes, I really have to say, excellent choice Kelley.” Michael smiles at her.

“I tend to have great taste.” Kelley smiles, leaning down to plant a kiss on the top of Alex’s head, who smiles brightly. Alex place her hand back on Kelley’s bicep, where it proceeds to stroke, as she leans up to peck Kelley’s lips. Michael and Pam smile at the interaction and Kelley wraps her arm around Alex’s shoulder. Therefore, Alex reaches up for Kelley’s hand to intertwine them and her other hand now rests on Kelley’s thigh instead.

“So how was Laser Tag?” Michael asks interested.

“Pretty awesome, we had quiet the time.” Kelley answers.

“Actually, Kelley absolutely smashed it.” Alex says proudly, moving her hand to the inside of Kelley’s thigh, moving up slowly. Kelley, who has been leaning back relaxed the whole time, instantly sits up straight, tensing at the touch. She clears her throat and looks at Alex questioningly.  

“Yeah? It must run in the family then.” Michael counters. Kelley shoots daggers at Alex, who acts as if nothing is happening and squeezes the inside of Kelley’s thigh firmly. Kelley’s head shoots towards Pam and Michael, as she clears her throat again.

“Eh yah…” she says absentmindedly.

“But as a matter of fact, Alex beat me in the first round.” Kelley adds, as she tries to regain her composure.

“Oh, did you honey?” Pam asks.

“Yes, but after that round Kelley just screwed us. We stood no chance.” Alex argues, moving her hand to Kelley’s center, applying pressure to it. Kelley starts shifting nervously, having enough of Alex’s innuendos and therefore reaching for Alex’s hand to stop her.  

“Impressive Kelley, so apparently you are good at many sports.”

“Well…a few.”

“Babe, don’t underplay your talent. Kelley nails it in every sport.” Alex says, escaping Kelley’s death grip.    

“So far of what I have seen Alex seems to be right, considering your performances at our annual thanksgiving football matches.”

“Yeah, your performances are just excellent. I’m impressed every time, baby.” Alex responds, slipping her hand inside Kelley’s pants. Kelley jumps in surprise, hitting her knee on the table in the process, which catches the attention of the others. However, right in that moment Kelley must have a guardian angel, because a waitress is passing by the table, who she lifts her hand at to order another drink. Luckily, this catches the attention of the rest of the group and everybody starts ordering as well. After that they continue with their conversations and to Kelley’s luck Pam and Michael also start a conversation with her parents, disregarding Alex and Kelley. Alex tries to hide her laughter, burying her face in Kelley’s neck.  

“That’s not funny.” Kelley rolls her eyes. Alex leans in to whisper in Kelley’s ear.

“I thought it was hilarious.”

“I can see that.”

“If they only knew you smashed, screwed and nailed their daughter.” Alex laughs.

“Trust me, one more innuendo and they would have known.”

“I don’t care.” Alex breathes, kissing Kelley’s ear.

“I think tomorrow you would.” Kelley laughs.

“I can’t believe you, out of all people, are talking me out of this right now.” Alex leans back, laughing.

“Yeah, cause I can’t believe you actually just tried something in front of your parents, screw that, our entire families in a restaurant of all places.” Kelley shakes her head, grinning at Alex.

“You’re welcome.” Alex smirks, winking at Kelley and turning around to start a conversation with Allie. Kelley laughs and watches Alex intently, like usual not quiet able to take her eyes off of the most interesting and stunning girl she has ever met. It feels surreal that this beautiful human being has decided to say yes to her, not anybody else, but her, even though there are billions of people on this planet. Kelley’s thoughts are interrupted by Alex’s hand blindly reaching back to intertwine their hands. Without searching around or looking Alex finds her hand, meanwhile still being engrossed in her conversation with Allie. Kelley puts her arm back around Alex, pressing a kiss to her temple. Alex briefly turns around, squeezes her hand and smiles at her before turning back to Allie. Kelley ends up thinking ‘There can’t be anything more perfect than this love.’, before engaging in the conversation as well.

[lildirtbike-blog]

At least you're not my problem any more I don't care bout you so why you worried about me Starbound You niggas ain't got shit on me You can leave but you can't forget You can't forget us It's 3 AM and im thinking about you My niggas been with me since day one My nigga I been a1 since day 1 So pretty but but so hard to catch Shooters on deck all of em boba fett yah I wanna bih I just want a bitch Got ny shades on in the club All of my shootas wearing camo so you won't see shit coming I honestly just wish I could be, like you I make money not friends Bih we do not play pretend I wouldn't have you any other way I swear I love every single inch of you Like why you worried bout me hoe mind ya own damn business Id love you any fucking way You was rubbing your fat little ass on my dick I let you be you and you let me be me She cuddle me harder, I gave in With her i never win She the only one that knows my sins Fuck what they say i'm the best Truth is I always liked you more I know I fall in love too quick, but this time I think it's real I see a little bit of me in you and a little bit of you in me I wanna play with you I done waited way too long for this You niggas played enough it's my time Feeling fine I'm feeling Feeling fine I'm feeling myself I'm feeling myself Homeboi a shooter Tagteam on my tutor Shawty go down for the team Touch her you gon bleed I want us to be something more Get off work so I can love you We could've got caught but that only makes shit more fun You might be the one Tear down her walls I kinda feel bad for the next nigga I gave you my heart now it doesn't even beat I'mma have to pick up every broken piece I'm with my bae she so poppin Hop out da coupe everybody stopping I wanna spoil you Ou damn she like sneakers more than me Got yo bitch on lock With my glock You're my heaven You make everything seem alright For s moment until I open my eyes I just wonder how high we can gouuo I don't just wanna fuck I also just wanna make you mine I know this shit take time But just rolllll with it But gooo with it I still see you when I open my eyes And I swear, these niggas talk to you just to talk about you All they want to know is how much you are of value I'm in the mood for taking a nigga bitch He don't care about you He don't treat you right You don't know what you do to me So nice to look at even better to touch/fuck I'd give you the world if I could too I'd give you everything if I could too I'm sorry if I upset you We ain't getting any further Fuck you/blow out your back and kiss on her freckles After cuddle the fuck out you and eat fruity pebbles I wanna cuddle the out of you I just wanna know you Fuck them other niggas they don't deserve you Stomp a nigga out in my Jordans shit I let my girl get too thick I mean there's just something about her What's happening to me unknown powers We talked for hours Hide n seek They/you don't even know my like that I won't cry over you I want you now I miss you so fucking much I'm so damn impatient But you're so damn important Leave that nigga he a loser and you know that It's wrong but it feels so right I'm sorry I'm too indecisive I can't choose Is it you or is it you I do it all for you So what you wanna do Do you even love me anymore? A lot can change in a year I wonder were we're going from here He don't even deserve you I got a lot on my mind She said she was thinking about a kid I'm like shiit Then she said she wanted to know what it would be like I'm like psych You get me/ the most You're the only one that gets me Sorry in advance if I get clingy Don't give a fuck about what they say they say I chase bags not bitches Rags to riches I chase money not bitches cuz all that shit will come later I wish I never opened up to you because you're just going to use it against me anyways I don't wanna wake up from this dream Now I gotta clean up the mess you made Fuck trying to fit in/ fitting in Why does my heart still beat for you when you destroyed it? Why you so worried bout me mind yo business You live in my head You live in my head Even though you probably want me dead I need you to pray for me cause nobody else is Whats it like on the other side Fuck them other guys Being with you is bliss even in the silence Tell me is there a bright side to all of this? I don't think I'll ever get over you Why do I feel this way You make my bad days better Strangers - Accin like you don't know me that was my fear Now we're just strangers Back to square one I was just a fool in love It wasn't even love You were my angel Now you can burn in hell You really weren't shit Going my own way Doing shit my way fuck what they say She said be gentle I said I'll try Oooh she make me nervous I'm tryna make you mine I'm running outta time You know better than to come around here Bitch niggas on my back Get the strap She knows what she's doing Killing it with my bestie/best friend I'm tryna be my best me Iloveeverythingaboutyou You know how to get under my skin I miss you already I'm trying I really am I'm holding on Hold on Bear with me I'm picking up the pieces Just let me know how you feel Be real I see/saw you in my dreams You were the only one for me It just keeps on going and it never stops Life's what you make it Don't take shit for granted I'm just tryna make it out alive I just want a bitch that get my vibe She's trouble/ but I don't mind Hate only makes me go harder All we know is bands can you really blame us? Keep a thang up in my camo pants bitch you can't tame us She sat on my lap She jumped on my dick almost bent that shit She gave me head relieve me from my stress For a little while, straight outta work and she undress (Daddy's bday flow hook) I go hard for you you go hard for me I can be anything you want me to be I want to kiss ur freckles She sent me nudes ion even know her tho Bitches talk and talk I'll be here when you come home Don't know why she got so wet Ion even think I did shit All she did was see me Split her like a kiwi She called me her husband Shawty I ain't buying no ring Kill4me Would you kill for me? Keep it real I miss/the smell of your skin I need someone who's on my level You moved on but im still here Still ain't gonna waste my tears You was just using me to pass the time You was just using me to fill a void You're my favorite part/the best parts Cuz mama told me no no no no I fucked her first you was kissing Dip on a bitch and go missing I got some Molly she itching Young Ramsay with the wrist in the kitchen Girl don't play with me Bitch don't play with me yah I'm trying not to get to used to you Cuz they always leave Just/not for you And I forget how to breathe when I see/with you Ooh you make my mouth water I can't explain it I just can't explain it Just love me honestly Love me responsibly Keep it real Im hungry for you I'm hungry need some food What do I gotta prove You cannot come to the crib I want more I want more I want more You know I gotta have it Bad habits I love her flaws and all She love me flaws and all You never tell me you love me anymore They think I'm crazy for loving you But I don't care / Jason Joseph Password : lilnibba666 Apple ID : lildirtbikeboi@gmail.com Password : lilnibba6 / Eyes - Brad Pitt, X Nose - Billie Eilish, Cindy Kimberly Forehead - Mehki Alante, X Jawline - / Eyes - Brad Pitt, X Nose - Billie Eilish, Cindy Kimberly Forehead - Mehki Alante, X Jawline - / Shorty gave me top in the movies Put frosting all on her boobies Reach under the seat grab the toolie For any nigga tryna act a foolie Fuck what they say I'm doing shit my own way I could do this shit all day Tear that ass up when we stressed Straight outta work made the biggest mess Fuck what they say I'm the best Well these niggas plottin i know that I ask () where the fuck that pole at You don't got cheese but you still a rat I'm doing shit my own way Nigga get fold like clothes / You can't catch me Nigga you can't catch me ( 21 Savage - X melody) Oh that's your girl she fuck with me Oh that's your girl think imma keep Pull up mobbin 30 deep Talk your shit send you to sleep Hop straight out the fucking jeep Hit up yo bitch then i dunk Bitch im dualied up, pop the trunk Nigga you lame you a chump We got lotsa bricks, we got lotsa skunk Its not for the using tho Shawty be a lil hoe, but she always stay ten toes We smoked dope then hit the store Dicked her down she want some mo Bitch ill flex on the pope Chop a kilo McDonalds I feel like Pablo / You know my boys gon go all out You niggas gonna know Pull up you home alone Air force 1s on my toes Whipping foreign like im grown Whipping foreign like im grown Main bitch whip the stove Side bitch whip the pole Whipping foreign like im grown Whipping foreign like im grown / White converse white socks Plaid long sleeve shirt down to shoulders Black spaghetti strap crop top Black shorts or skirt Dark skin Asian or Hispanic White Nike tennis shoes Long white Nike socks Black shorts Black hoodie Black Nike hat Pink hat Blonde long kinda wavy hair Black shorts White label shirt White Nike tennis shoes / Them drugs hit the spot Kiss me in that spot Them drugs hit the spot Kiss me in that spot Pull up finnesse on the whole lot Some feelings were caught Won't hold back on you tonight Get at my baby you might meet yo plight Won't hold back on you tonight Get at my baby you might meet yo plight / You changed you don't love me in the same way You changed We don't fuck just like we used to You changed you don't love me in the same way You changed We don't fuck just like we used to You changed Nothing will ever be the same If you don't love me no more you could've just said it I made you happy at least give me some credit We ain't getting further Cuz I ain't tryna hurt her Your love was just a lie Do you got better niggas on the side? I can see it in your eyes You switched up you changed sides You changed you don't love me in the same way You changed We don't fuck just like we used to You changed you don't love me in the same way You changed We don't fuck just like we used to You changed Nothing happens when I touch you there Shit got cold I can feel it in the air / Remember when we stayed up all night That was the best night Promise ill always be by your side But baby will you be by mine Ijusthopeshitwillturnoutright