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curtsbigspoon · 2 months

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ship headcanons? 🤲🏻

I am so sorry anon, I feel I'm too neurodivergent and couldn't figure out whether you meant who I ship in mota, or how I imagine the ship dynamics working. Anyways, have a bit of both!

Rosie x Me (obviously)

Gale x John

Gale x John x Curt

Crosby x Bubbles

Crosby x Rosie

Honestly, I'll ship most of the mfs in this show, they're all attractive and personally? I think they need their ass ate

LAST MINUTE SO I HAVE NOTHING FOR HIM YET BUT KEN VS EVERYONE

Now, headcanons of the pairs?

Rosie x Me: Every night I spread him open and- ((GUNSHOTS))

Gale x John: I might expand on this in a post, because I feel it is very important for the progress of humanities evolution, but, John fucking loves Gale's ass. Downright worships it, thinks it's the perfect shape, likes to take advantage when no one's looking, grabs fistfuls of it until the entire thing's in his palms, until Gale's leaning his head back to hiss, "John," whilst he's all toothy grin kneading it with his fingers. On the other side, when John gets a little too hyped up and starts acting out, Gale's liable to either grab him by the scruff of the collar, or the hair, tug him down real close, voice low, total warning in his voice. John either pipes down immediately like a scolded puppy, or he pushes further, wants to see how far he can go.

Gale x John x Curt: Honestly this might need a separate post because I'll yap my lips off, but I'll give this much at least: Gale leads, he looks after the other two, tries to keep them out of trouble, holds most of the control. Bucky and Curt are like a duo pair, if chaos is happening, it's probably them that caused it. You'll usually find Gale, head in his hands at the scene of the crime, shaking his head, finding them both later with two very guilty expressions on their face. They follow him around like puppies, seeking his praise, his attention, being rivals about it, but also finding love in one another, playing together when Gale's not around to sate them.

Crosby x Bubbles: I haven't thought too much on these two to be clear, but I still like the pairing, and I very much envision them like sweethearts. They've been best friends for as long as they've known one another, always showing up at the end of the other's mission, checking in, updating each other about everything. Finding innocent little ways to brush against one another, risking someone else seeing their hands grazing together whilst they walk because they can just play it off as sheer accident. They laugh when they kiss, giggles falling between the spaces of each other's lips, cheeks flushing rosy, pure sweet joy and adoration.

Crosby x Rosie: Rosie's one of the best pilots and Crosby's a group navigator, of course the two of them find moments to spend time with each other. At first it's for mutual gain, Crosby's looking for someone else to occupy his mind from all the loss, looking for someone to make him feel a little better about himself and the decisions he's making. Rosie gives him that, obvious about his relief when Crosby reassures him of certain mission plans, enjoy the ease of stress to his shoulders - because as much as he loves his crew and his friends, he can never get the guilt out of his head of the responsibility he has to ensure their lives are as secure as his during every flight - Crosby understanding that pressure is something he finds comfort in. They find out that they both share similarities in lack of sleep, deciding to spend the empty hours together rather than alone dwelling in their mourning and guilt. It makes it easier, making each other coffee, sometimes just sitting in silence with the other present, other times taking the pressure off by having a chat and it turns into soft laughter echoing through.

Someone put me down. I can't say more or this will turn into a damn essay. I'm so sorry anon, you probably didn't ask for this, but I had no idea what you meant and it was only meant to be short but then- ((TASER GOES OFF))

If y'all need anything expanded on, or want me to clarify on more specific brainrots, please lemme know I have so much brewing!

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love-studying58 · 2 months

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SURPRISE!!!!!!

A sneak peek into my fictional series ~ Defenders of the Sky

This snippet is told from Major John Egan’s point of view. This is not the first chapter.

Word Count: n/a for this post.

Author’s Note: All ideas are my own. I will be adding a consistent playlist of songs before each chapter for nearly all the characters I write about. Each chapter will consist of different point of views; multiple perspectives will be present depending on plot events.

Warnings: There will be future mentions of war, extreme slow burn, swearing, death, mentions of POW and concentration camps, nazi guards, historical inaccuracy/timeline inaccuracy, mentions of abuse, PTSD, a soldier’s mental anguish, killing, man/woman relationships, hurt/comfort, pov first person, language, mutual pining, gore, angst, alcohol, smoking, military terminology, sexual tension, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, death, violence, debilitating mental thoughts, eventual smut.

Thank you for all your requests. I am making an effort to write everyday, so patience on your part is greatly appreciated. I do not want to promise an eventual deadline for completion, but will keep you guys updated.

I do not own HBO, Band of Brothers, The Pacific, or Masters of the Air, nor do I own any of the characters. I mean no disrespect toward any of the actors on this show.

Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged for upcoming posts. 🏷

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A rough voice accompanied by a tap on my shoulder rouses me. I groan inwardly, squinting beneath the unremitting beam of light. My whole body is tight from lack of sleep.

“Come on, Major. Breakfast is at four-thirty. Briefing at five-fifteen.” Of course, another mission. I hate the unexpected.

A momentary frisson of annoyance runs through me as I roll onto my back, “I’m up,” I mutter, dismissing the officer until he departs and the harsh, inciped, white light weakens.

I casually position my left bicep under the pillow and close my eyes again, but I know its imperative I get to the briefing as soon as I can.

My head feels thick because of drink, still. The enticement of dancing among young women and the ability to have as many drinks as I preferred felt to congenial.

Thoughts of two nights prior flood my senses; my dance with Susan.

I liked her, particularly because of her attractive features; her dark mid-length hair and fanned out eyelashes. Her amber-flecked eyes were ones I could drown in.

Are you sure you like her, just for that matter? The thought is morose. Have you ever liked a woman for more than her features? Was I ever honest, though?

The sobering truth is inconsequential; I’d rather find a distraction and swallow back a few drinks in order to keep my mind halted for a few hours. It’s because of this war. This war. Maybe it could be temporary. War is normal now, Egan, I surmised.

I notice a few of the other men are also awake; the rustling of cotton sheets and disgruntled murmurs are familiar to me now. Our mission won’t end unless our own plane gets blown apart or we land behind German lines; the frailty or mere occurrence of either happening, few cared to discuss.

Watch it, Bucky, Buck Cleven’s voice echoed in my head. He had been staring slightly at me with his usual, calculated, appreciation that night. It’s one dance; not a lifetime. I was too drunk at the time to apprehend what he meant; if it nuanced at teasing, I couldn’t decipher it. Buck’s personality very seldom suggested humour. She might not fancy you. Not even a wry joke.

My senses felt too relaxed and obstructed by the faint stupor of the alcohol. I had responded to him anyways, telling myself I could dance with her if I wanted to, Ah, come on Buck, for once, leave the dancing to me tonight. You’re too involved with Marge to have any fun.

Cleven had watched me, indignant, grinning with easy noncompliance.

I smirk. Good old Buck. Trying to deter my persistence; the only man I know who has a picture of his girl, Marjorie, in his left breast-pocket. Keeps her photo on the dash of his B-17. The only man who decides to dance with Meatball when he could be waltzing with some American Red Cross woman.

Cleven was like that; polished, a man of integrity, one who kept his word. A reliable friend. A friend more than a mere acquaintance.

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mattybraps10 · 5 months

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New Year's Day - Nico Hischier x Jack Hughes

summary: Loosely inspired by Taylor Swift's song of the same name, this story follows Devils captain Nico Hischier as he navigates his overwhelming crush on Jack Hughes as the team tries to plan a New Year's Eve party.

word count: 2038

by: M

warnings: NSFW CONTENT, long intro, blowjobs

Throwing this year’s New Year’s Eve party was proving to be a bigger challenge than Nico Hischier was anticipating. Since he became captain, it was always on him to plan events and bring the team together outside of work. Despite this responsibility, he somehow always managed to avoid hosting events, opting to let the wags get together and plan something extravagant on his dime. This year, however, the wags decided to let the team plan it, probably for their own amusement as the men finally realized how much work actually goes into organizing events.

Nico and Jack took it upon themselves to delve out responsibilities, assigning each player a different job. Jonas and John were assigned music which turned out to be very simple as John had just bought a new speaker. The two of them just had to make a playlist for the night. Erik and Luke worked together to figure out decorations, sending Simon, Curtis, Nate, and Jesper to pick them up from various stores. Alex, Mikey, Timo, and Dawson were in charge of catering and food, which meant they spent the next several weeks eating from every restaurant in the greater metropolitan area. The goalies: Vitek, Akira, and Nico, were in charge of the photo wall. Everyone else was expected to show up four hours early on the night of the party to set everything up.

The day of the party came around, and everyone gathered in Nico’s apartment to decorate. All furniture was moved out of the main room, stacked haphazardly in Nico’s guest room. All was going smoothly, the speaker was working and the food was on the tables, until Luke and Erik started arguing over which decorations went where. Luke wanted the fairylights over the dance floor horizontally, whilst Erik wanted them around the entire room. Nico had to step in and offer a compromise with half of them over the dance floor and the other half on two of the four walls.

By the time they finished setting everything up, there was thirty minutes left before everyone else showed up. Some of the guys went home to get ready with their partners and others hung around, grabbing a beer from the fridge and congratulating each other on their respective roles in the set up. The room looked surprisingly well put together. Black table cloths covered the counter and kitchen tables, food and champagne flutes resting on them. The walls were covered in lights, perfectly illuminating the room. The goalies had done an excellent job with the photo wall, black fabric cascaded down from the ceiling, giant golden 2024 balloons floating in front. The table beside it held props and the polaroid camera, perfect for the night ahead of them.

Nico was overwhelmed by the whole process, his home now unrecognizable. He was grateful for Jack’s help in setting everything up and being there for him without him having to even ask.

“Hey Jack, thank you. You really didn’t have to help me organize all of this.” He said, turning to face him.

“You would’ve done the same.” Jack replied simply, taking a sip of his beer and wrapping an arm around Nico.

Nico blushed as he felt the weight of Jack’s arm on his shoulders. The captain’s crush on his alternate only deepened during the planning process. Every call to check in on the planning only reminded him how much he adored Jack.

The music started up again as everyone flooded into the apartment. Music flooded Nico’s mind as he received compliments from his guests for the decorations. As the night wore on and as Nico progressed quickly through glasses of champagne, he found himself clinging to his alternate. His mind was foggy with thoughts of Jack. Memories of them on the ice filtered through his mind as he stood slightly too close to his teammate.

“Jacky, ‘don’t ever become a stranger who’s laugh I could recognize anywhere.’ I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Nico whispered, his hands on either side of the smaller man’s face.

“I’m not going anywhere buddy, don’t worry.” Jack said, trying to reassure his captain.

Nico looked into Jack’s eyes, searching for a promise of something more, something Jack could never give.

“Let’s go to the photo booth, yeah? Then we’ll never be apart!” Jack said, moving Nico’s hands from his face.

Jack grabbed his hand pulling him across the room, his face flush from the alcohol. As Jack expertly weaved through the dance floor, Nico became distracted by the hand clutching his. He found himself wanting more once again, worrying about what would happen if he ever shared his thoughts.

“Ondrej! My man! Can you take a few polaroids of me and Hisch? Thanks!” Jack said, going through the props on the table and handing Nico a plastic crown which matched the tiara he was now wearing.

“You first, princess.” Nico said, teasing Jack and allowing him to lead him in front of the photo wall.

Jack flushed at the nickname and Nico made a mental note to call him that again. The first photo was of them with their arms around each other, smiling at the camera. As the first photo printed, Jack and Nico planned their next one.

“I got it! Bend down a little, yeah?” Jack said, leaning in to kiss Nico on the cheek.

Ondrej quickly took the picture, laughing at the extra flush in Nico’s cheeks and ears.

“One more, yeah guys?” Ondrej asked, placing the second polaroid on the table.

“Mhm, Nico you pick!” Jack smiled, making Nico flush again.

“Let’s do the party poppers! I think Luke said these ones are full of glitter.”

“Perfect.” Jack said, taking his place next to Nico.

“Okay guys… On three. One… Two… Three!” Ondrej announced as the poppers burst. Clouds of glitter and confetti surrounded Jack and Nico as the flash of the camera went off. Rather than looking at the camera as planned, the boys were focused intently on eachother, the photo having captured the way they looked at one another perfectly.

“Thanks!” Nico and Jack said in unison as they walked back into the crowd, the pictures already forgotten in their drunk minds.

“OH MY GOD NEEKS I LOVE THIS SONG!!!” Jack called, grabbing Nico’s hand and pulling him onto the dance floor.

Nico flushed at the new nickname, half convinced his face would become permanently red after this. He swayed to the music as Jack sang/yelled the words to him, something about a taxi and long roads, the words jumbled by the drunken Hughes. He couldn’t help but feel that Jack’s words targeted him, his mind racing as he looked into his alternate’s eyes searching for anything that might hint to his thoughts. As the song ended, Nico remained where he was, staring into the blue eyes that held everything he’d ever dreamed of.

“TEN SECONDS TO MIDNIGHT!” Someone yelled, as everyone grabbed their partners in anticipation.

“Ten…”

“Nico?” Jack whispered, his eyes fluttering down to Nico’s lips.

“Nine…”

“Jack?” Nico echoed, looking down at the boy in front of him.

“Eight…”

The shorter boy nodded as Nico looked down towards his mouth.

“Seven…”

Nico licked his lips in anticipation.

“Six…”

Jack looked up into Nico’s eyes.

“Five…”

Nico rested his hands on Jack's face.

“Four…”

Jack grabbed Nico’s waist.

“Three…”

Jack pulled his captain closer.

“Two…”

Nico angled his teammate’s face towards him.

“One!!”

Their lips connected and time stopped. Nico felt as if fireworks were erupting from him as he held Jack close, tangling one of his hands in Jack’s hair. Jack moaned into the kiss as Nico tightened his grip on his hair.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!” Everyone cheered as they separated from their partners.

Jack and Nico pulled apart as they heard the click of a camera.

“Fucking finally!” Ondrej said from behind the camera.

The boys laughed.

“Happy New Year Cap!” Jack said, his lips swollen from the kiss.

“Happy New Year Princess!” Nico smiled as Jack flushed.

The next morning Jack and Nico found themselves wrapped around each other in bed with a vague memory of what had happened the night before.

“Did we?” Jack asked, looking down to see himself fully clothed.

“No, I don’t think so.” Nico said, simply.

“I mean not that I’d mind if we did, I just would want to remember it, ya know?” Jack rambled, looking over to Nico.

“Shut up.” Nico said, pulling Jack into another passionate kiss.

A string of saliva connected their mouths as Jack pulled away for a breath.

“I guess we should clean up, huh?” Jack said, sitting up.

“That can wait.” Nico said, gesturing to the growing erection in Jack’s dress pants.

“I guess it can.” Jack laughed, straddling Nico and pulling him into another kiss.

Nico pulled at Jack’s shirt as their tongues battled for control. Remembering the night before, Nico tugged at Jack’s hair causing him to moan into the kiss allowing Nico to take control. He quickly flipped Jack onto his back, swiftly unbuttoning his pwn shirt and throwing it onto the floor. Jack clutched to Nico’s chest as he got to work unbuttoning his alternate’s shirt. Once he got it off, he threw it next to his own. Nico broke the kiss as Jack whined. He slowly kissed his way down Jack’s jaw and neck until he reached his nipples. He rolled his hands over one of them as he began sucking and biting at the other. Jack moaned loudly at Nico’s actions, arching his back for more friction against the growing tent in his captain’s pants.

“Not yet baby, not yet.” Nico said, pulling away from Jack.

Jack whined again at the loss of contact, thrusting into the air in a pathetic attempt to gain more friction. Nico pulled his pants and boxers off in one foul swoop, freeing his member. He spit into his hands, lubing them as he started jacking himself off.

“Jack, eyes on me baby.” He said, grabbing Jack’s neck and forcing him to watch.

Jack moaned loudly at the hand on his airway as he watched his partner pleasure himself. His dick began leaking as he watched his captain throw his head back in pure bliss.

“Can I?” Jack choked out, trying to take Nico into his mouth.

“Yes.”

That was all he needed. Jack sprung to his knees, his painful erection forgotten as he licked a stripe up Nico’s dick. Nico threw his head back in ecstasy as he clutched Jack’s hair to use him. When Jack realized what was happening, he moaned around Nico’s cock, relaxing his throat so that Nico could use him like the slut he was.

“I bet you like this, huh? Being used like a toy.” Jack moaned.

Nico thrusted harder into Jack’s mouth as Jack tried not to gag, as his eyes prickled with tears that threatened to fall.

“I’m so close, baby, so close. Hold on for me.” Nico said, clutching Jack’s hair for dear life as he came down his throat.

Jack swallowed quickly before standing up and pulling Nico into a messy kiss. Nico loved being able to taste himself on Jack’s tongue, a reminder of who the boy belonged to.

“Let’s take care of you now, huh baby?” Nico said, wrapping a hand around Jack’s leaking cock.

Nico tugged at Jack’s cock, rubbing his thumb over the slit before getting on his knees and taking all of him into his eager mouth. Jack wasn’t nearly as big as Nico, but his width more than made up for it. Nico sucked on Jack’s dick, watching as he threw his head back clearly close.

“I’m gonna-” Jack never finished his thought, coming in Nico's mouth. If Nico could get hard again this quickly he would’ve from the sound of Jack’s voice wrecked from his cock.

“Hey Jack?” Nico said, standing up and pecking Jack on the lips.

“Yeah?”

“Let’s clean up now, yeah?”

‘Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor

You and me, forevermore

Don't read the last page

But I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes

I want your midnights

But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day’

#jack hughes #nico hischier #nico hischier x jack hughes #hockey fanfiction #devils cast

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bad268 · 2 years

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Writing Inktober Prompts 2022

I decided last year wasn’t hard enough, so I’m doing it again. And let me just say, these prompts are SHIT for writing. We’ll see how this goes :/

01/10 Gargoyle

Seth Borden X Reader W.C. 267

02/10 Scurry Fancy

Pato O’Ward X Reader W.C. 294

03/10 Bat

Benny Rodriguez X Reader W.C. 234

04/10 Scallop Wild

Darry Curtis X Reader W.C. 260

05/10 Flame

CC! Sapnap X Reader W.C. 254

06/10 Banquet

C! Technoblade X Reader W.C. 342

07/10 Trip

Colby Brock X Reader W.C. 234

08/10 Match

CC! Quackity X Reader W.C. 273

09/10 Nest

P! CC! Philza X Reader W.C. 212

10/10 Crabby

Corpse Husband X Reader W.C. 236

11/10 Eagle

Robby Keene X Reader W.C. 272

12/10 Forgot

C! Karl Jacobs X Reader W.C. 256

13/10 Kind

GoodGuyFitz X Reader W.C. 306

14/10 Empty

C! Dream Team X Reader W.C. 438

15/10 Armadillo Injured

C! Karlnapity X Reader W.C. 351

16/10 Fowl Sleep

CC! Quackity X Reader W.C. 275

17/10 Salty

Robby Keene X Reader W.C. 264

18/10 Scrape

Sodapop Curtis X Reader W.C. 250

19/10 Ponytail

Tadashi Hamada X Reader W.C. 268 (haha)

20/10 Bluff

C! Slimecicle X Reader W.C. 247

21/10 Bad Dog Blood

Seth Borden X Reader W.C. 310

22/10 Heist Star

Johnny Cade X Reader W.C. 287

23/10 Booger Hide

Thomas Shelby X Reader W.C. 229

24/10 Fairy

Jack Frost X Reader W.C. 285

25/10 Tempting

Eli Moskowitz X Reader W.C. 288

26/10 Ego

C! Technoblade X Reader W.C. 282

27/10 Snack

CC! Dream X Reader W.C. 352

28/10 Camping

Swagger Souls X Reader W.C. 420 (haha)

29/10 Uh-Oh

Wilbur Robinson X Reader W.C. 264

30/10 Gear Swollen

Grizzy X Reader W.C. 351

31/10 Farm

Nate Hardy X Reader W.C. 300

Bonus- Misfits

iNoToRiOuS X Reader W.C. 411

Average W.C. 282

Want to read other years’ Inktober stories, check these out:

2021 // 2023 // 2024 (Coming Soon)

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blazethecheeto · 7 months

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what are your arrowverse rarepairs?

okay so this is gonna be fun especially as i'm not sure what counts as a rarepair

ARROW

lauricity (laurel x felicity) <- the first words she said to laurel was 'gorgeous laurel' ok she was crushing hard

shasladiver?!?! (shado x oliver x slade + please tell me if they have another name) <- domestic. cute. island. trio. before. the. incident. "what's the worst way your ship has ever died" "oh so slade fake-died and then oliver accidentally murdered shado and then he appeared just as she died and she never knew he was alive so he held her dead body in his arms as oliver was forever shrouded in guilt then slade became corrupted from a drug and oliver had to kill him too but he wasn't really dead and came back for revenge"

smoaksiren (siren x felicity) <- i already ranted about this one i LOVE THEM.

terrificdog (rene x curtis) <- they're so gay and chaotic x nerdy duos are the best even dinah agrees

constanqueen (oliver x constantine) <- why was constantine so flirty to him in that one episode they probably hooked up let's be honest

smoakingcanary (felicity x sara) <- 'YOU'RE STILL CUTE'

alicity (felicity x alena) <- they were actually adorable oh my god

lauryssa (laurel x nyssa) <- supposed to be canon you can't convince me otherwise

(gotta love how much felicity ships are in there girlie has chemistry with everyone)

FLASH

coldflash (snart x barry) <- does this even count as a rarepair they're so popular i mean thematic parallels, red x blue, enemies to lovers, homo-erotic flirting

snowwest (iris x caitlin) <- lauricity coded also the entirety of 4x05

balph?!?! (barry x ralph) <- the entirety of s4. that's all.

blackfrost (frost x siren) <- they're each other in a different font just IMAGINE THE FUCKING POWER.

bulian?!? (barry x julian) <- enemies to lovers and just very sus moments in s3 that made me say 'hold up fruity'

killersnow (caitlin x frost) <- new ship but oh my god its growing on me they're smoaksiren in a different font

(gotta love how barry is half of them he's so shippable)

SUPERGIRL

superwire (leslie x kara) <- dude they're so coldflash coded

agentreign (alex x sam) <- i still can't believe they're not canon

psiwire (psi x leslie) <- that one episode in s3. got me thinking thoughts.

superlane (kara x lucy) <- i shipped them so much in s1 oh my god

monwinn (mon-el x winn) <- bro has a thing for aliens

scholson (james x winn) <- nah bc this could lowkey work

superbat (kara x kate + is there another name?) <- kate was 1000% flirting with kara in the elseworlds crossover

LEGENDS OF TOMORROW

coldatom (ray x snart) <- snart has a type and it's self-righteous red coded dark haired boys

lovebirds (kendra x sara) <- this was so unexpected but like hello they trained together and she got sara back from the league

timehex (jonah x rip) <- actually no way u can convince me they aren't exes

whiteatom (sara x ray) <- they're so sweet and they're the time parents and so underrated

steelatom (nate x ray) <- bromance.

hellcanary (sara x constantine) <- hhhh i could rant so much bro but they get each other and they are friends with benefits and both have ties to demons and can understand each other's hurt and are chaotic bisexuals and-

atomhawkcanary (sara x ray x kendra) <- they lived together for like a year ok things probably happened.

thanks for asking!!!! damn there's a lot lol

#i usually go for rarepairs bc god forbid i ship something that has lots of content for me to consume #mine #fandom rant #arrow #the flash #supergirl #legends of tomorrow #my faves #im not tagging all of the ships my god #ask post

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prpfs · 23 days

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Please be 21+ to interact!!!!! 🦸

About Me: 21+. She/Her. EST (GMT-5). I write on Discord or through Tumblr messages. I do, however, like to stick to Tumblr for plotting and don't give out my Discord handle until I'm sure we'll be writing together. I write in third person, past tense and usually around 200-400 words. I do not double and work full-time Monday through Friday so daily replies will not happen. I try my hardest to get them out within 2-3 days. It all depends on how my work week is going. When it comes to plotting, I generally like to hear back from people within 2-3 days. When it comes to writing threads, I don't mind just 1 reply a week.

What I'm Looking For: I would love to get some Marvel threads going. MxM ships are my big preference. I'm willing to do some MxF or FxF (for my one lone female muse) too. Mainly canon x canon pairings but I will take OCs into consideration. I'm open to discussing whatever as far as plots are concerned. As long as the idea makes sense within the universe, I'll generally be okay with it. I prefer romantic pairings and don't mind/encourage writing smut/NSFW topics. But, if you'd like to keep things clean and/or platonic, I'm okay with that.

I'll be listing my main muses (on the left) and my favorite ships for them (on the right). I'm open to discussing other ships and, as mentioned above, possibly doing something with OCs with them.

Billy Russo - Dex, Frank, Sam, Curtis, Karen, Madani

Bruce Banner - Tony, Thor, Natasha

Benjamin Poindexter - Billy, Ray, Matt, Karen, Male OC

Bucky Barnes - Zemo, Male OC

Carol Danvers - Valkyrie, Female OC

Eddie Brock - Andrew!Peter, Wade, Venom, Dan, Matt

Erik Lehnsherr - Charles, Logan, Male OC

Frank Castle - Billy, Matt, Karen

Loki Laufeyson - Thor, Grandmaster, Mobius, Male OC

Nathan Summers - Sam/Cannonball, Wade

Andrew!Peter Parker - Eddie, Wade, Matt, Tobey!Peter, Male!MJ, Gwen

Ray Nadeem - Dex, Matt

Remy LeBeau - Logan, Male!Rogue, Rogue

Sam Guthrie - Nate, Male OC

Sam Stein - Billy

Tony Stark - Bruce, Dr. Strange, Tom!Peter, Male OC

Wade Wilson - Eddie, Nate, Andrew!Peter, Comics!Peter, Logan, Dopinder, Colossus, Matt

If you'd like to work something out, please message me (preferred) or like this post and I'll message you.

DM @takexthisxlight if interested!

And/Or

Leave a like, and the asker will get back to you!

#marvel roleplay #marvel rp #fandom roleplay #fandom rp #cc x cc #oc x cc #m/m #m/f #f/f #dead dove #21+ only

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rphunter · 24 days

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Please be 21+ to interact!!!!!

I'll be listing my main muses (on the left) and my favorite ships for them (on the right). I'm open to discussing other ships and, as mentioned above, possibly doing something with OCs with them.

Billy Russo - Dex, Frank, Sam, Curtis, Karen, Madani

Bruce Banner - Tony, Thor, Natasha

Benjamin Poindexter - Billy, Ray, Matt, Karen, Male OC

Bucky Barnes - Zemo, Male OC

Carol Danvers - Valkyrie, Female OC

Eddie Brock - Andrew!Peter, Wade, Venom, Dan, Matt

Erik Lehnsherr - Charles, Logan, Male OC

Frank Castle - Billy, Matt, Karen

Loki Laufeyson - Thor, Grandmaster, Mobius, Male OC

Nathan Summers - Sam/Cannonball, Wade

Andrew!Peter Parker - Eddie, Wade, Matt, Tobey!Peter, Male!MJ, Gwen

Ray Nadeem - Dex, Matt

Remy LeBeau - Logan, Male!Rogue, Rogue

Sam Guthrie - Nate, Male OC

Sam Stein - Billy

Tony Stark - Bruce, Dr. Strange, Tom!Peter, Male OC

Wade Wilson - Eddie, Nate, Andrew!Peter, Comics!Peter, Logan, Dopinder, Colossus, Matt

If you'd like to work something out, please message me (preferred) or like this post and I'll message you.

#takexthisxlight #marvel roleplay #marvel rp

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findroleplay · 4 months

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Hi! 20NB, semi-lit to literate and Discord-only, NSFW is fine so long as it doesn't take over the whole of the story. I average about 2-3 replies a week on a busy week, up to daily or even multiple times a day if I have the time and energy!

I'm looking to roleplay specific ships from Pokémon (Gameverse)! Asterisk is who I am willing to write!

Silver* x Ethan/Lyra* (!!!)

Red* x Blue/Green (!!)

N* x Hilda/Hilbert*

Bianca x Hilda/Hilbert*

Hugh x Rosa/Nate*

Curtis/Christoph* x Rosa (!!)

Elesa* x Any female canon character

Brendan* x May

Leave a like if interested!

#roleplay #rp #pokémon rp

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queen0funova · 5 months

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If you've played Pokémon Black 2 or White 2, you may remember the lost Xtransceiver plot where a person named Yancy or Curtis (depending on whether you're playing as Nate or Rosa) loses their Xtransceiver, and frequently calls the player until they can return it. They can't see each other until they first meet because Yancy and Curtis are using one with a broken camera. After returning the Xtransceiver to Yancy/Curtis, the player can then call them and meet up with them multiple times at the Nimbasa Ferris wheel as they slowly develop a crush on the player.

But you see, I have recently fallen into the Yancy x Rosa ship hole (of which there is incredibly little (shout out to the exactly three fanfics on AO3)).

Yancy is secretly a TV idol who frequently appears on TV, but she is nervous and secretive about this fact. While talking to Yancy anonymously, Rosa slowly becomes more and more famous (taking down Team Plasma, beating all eight gyms, Pokéstar Studios, winning at the PWT, becoming the champion etc.). So imagine if Rosa is equally humble about her rising fame, and because of the broken Xtransceiver cameras, she's able to hide that she's THAT Rosa from her. But Yancy slowly starts figuring it out as Rosa appears on TV more and more, and that beautiful voice sounds more and more familiar. When they finally meet, Yancy is absolutely starstruck. It was, in fact, Hero, Movie Star, Champion, etc. Rosa returning her Xtransceiver. And she is even prettier and sweeter in person.

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toasttt11 · 2 months

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sebastian everett boldy

summary: sebastian an angry defenseman, who doesn’t notice he is falling in love with his best friend while hooking up with him.

thoughts

sebastian boldy

introducing sebastian

sebastian x luke

instagram

stories

facts and favorites

pictures

sebastian’s style

future

fluff alphabet

blurbs

meeting

glow

marks

chuckle

cuddles

never

i care

valentines

drawings

headache

we are

nhl

gardening

marks again

family skate

sleepy

coffee

fics

leaving

home

“date?”

goodbyes

find out

fight for you

drunk

random

cuddling

coming out

two years

fights

sleep

spoil

cuddling

jack

find out

kisses

clothes

bad

five things

reaction

breakfast

frustrated

sad

fight

nemo

hot

get them

cry

emotions

tell

sick

PDA

drunk

vancouver

fan

quirks

names

smirk

relax

out

domestic

brothers

cuddle list

family

love language

injured

sick

luke and seb

proposal

coming out

head rest

calder

worlds

chronic

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super-unpredictable98 · 2 years

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Man vs Machine

Pairing: Nathan x Lydia (OC - Hard Candy’ verse) Word Count: around 1 k Warning: Strong language, mention of death, mild sexual content

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"Why don't you pick the movie for tonight and I'll make that pasta you like?" I locked arms with Nathan as we walked into the main hall.

"Why are you offerin' all this? D'you have somethin' in mind?" He narrowed his eyes playfully at me. "Some sexual favour y'want me t'do?"

"Maybe..."

"I knew it! Y'want me t'do that thing you like, don't you?"

"It would be nice..."

"You just gotta ask, Lollipop, no need to butter me up first."

"Well, I like doing nice things for you as well."

"Are you sure you're not just really horny?"

Nathan smiled and kissed me, I still love so much to feel his grin against my lips, almost like he couldn't believe he deserved someone to do anything nice for him.

"My fuckin' Wotsits are stuck!" Kelly shouted, making us break apart. "This fuckin' machine!"

"Someone's on the rag..." Nathan mocked.

"Yeah, my crisps are stuck."

"Okay, just step back there, missy," Nathan let go of my arm and walked up to the vending machine. "Let me take it from here."

"Oh God..." I locked arms with Simon to watch the scene unfold.

"It's a fine art to beat the shit out o'vendin' machines," Nate slowly ran his hands over the glass like a doctor examining his patient before gesturing to me. "In many ways, it's a lot like havin' sex with a beautiful young lady."

"Oh really?" I snorted. "How so?"

"You just gotta locate the sweet spot... And then hit it!" Nathan threw his body against the machine repeatedly, punching the glass with all his might. "Again! And again! And again! As hard as you can, until somethin' happens!"

Despite his best efforts, the machine didn't budge, the crips were still in the same place. I grimaced, usually Nate is very good at getting stuff from the vending machines... It was actually very impressive.

"That's not going to work," Simon muttered.

"Like you'd know," Nathan scoffed and a smirk twisted his lips. "Your sister doesn't complain about my moves. That's it, I'm goin' up."

He rolled up his sleeve and shoved his arm up the machine with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what he was doing, but even his freakishly long limbs couldn't reach the bag of crisps, leaving my boyfriend squirming about like a fish out of water.

"Natty... Get your bloody arm out of there!" I scolded.

"I know what I'm doin', trust me."

"Is this gunna take much longer?" Kelly folded her arms.

"Don't rush the master!" Nathan groaned.

Nathan's face transformed from his conceited smirk to pure terror as he tried to jam his arm out of the sloth. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose, knowing exactly what happened.

"And now you're stuck," I don't know why I trust Nathan for anything at this point.

"No, I'm not..." he tried to sound relaxed. "I'm the king of cleverness."

"Then get your arm out right now."

"Fine, so what if I am stuck?" he cried. "Help me! I can't feel my fingers!"

"Curtis," I called as he passed by. "Would you give us a hand, please?"

"You prick..." he shook his head.

Curtis grabbed Nathan by the middle and pulled him, trying to get his elbow to come out of that fucking vending machine, but it was bent at an impossible angle, I had no idea how he managed to get himself in that situation. I was starting to consider just killing Nate and breaking his arm to make things easier.

"Jesus, take it easy, man!" he screeched. That's my wankin' arm!"

"You ain't moving," Curtis chuckled as he left.

"The probation worker has a key," Simon smiled mischievously. "He's out to lunch, you'll have to wait."

"What?" Nathan gasped.

"What about my Wotsits?" Kelly protested. "Great... Now I gotta go to the shop!"

"I'll just wait here, shall I?" he mocked. "Get me a pack of Revels!"

Soon I was the only one left and Nathan stared at me with those puppy dog eyes he mastered over the years.

"I should go back to work..." I said apologetically.

"Lollipop! Don't leave me alone, I might lose my arm!"

"You're not gonna lose your arm, Nats."

"Stay with meeee!" he whined. "This really hurts."

"Oh, God, you're such a baby... If it isn't the consequences of your own actions?"

I sat by him and we stared at each other for a few seconds before I broke down laughing. He did his best to look offended, but he couldn't stop himself from laughing too.

"Do you think he's gonna take too long?" he asked.

"I don't know, he's a lazy bastard..."

"Adjust my balls for me, will you, Lyddie?" Nate asked casually, as if it was the most normal thing to ask of your girlfried.

"You still have your other hand," I raised my brows.

"Oh, yeah," he smiled, using his other hand to adjust himself. "But if I end up breakin' my wankin' arm I'll need yours."

"Don't worry, If you break your wanking arm I'll be at your service," I joked. "I'll even hold it for you to piss."

"Best girlfriend in the world!" he exclaimed before that look crossed his face, the look he always gets when he has an idea. "Hey! y'can pick locks, can't ya? That time when we were breakin' into the probation worker's office..."

I did remember, the day he asked me to help him get Ruth's information to give her phone back.

"That was just luck, I had no idea what I was doing. And this lock is totally different."

"Maybe you're lucky again, please, Lollipop, try, for me?" he begged with a pout.

With a defeated sigh, I grabbed two of my hairpins (completely ruining my hairdo, for the record) and got to work, shoving them in and out of the lock for a few minutes while Nathan kept on complaining.

"C'mon, the fuckin' machine is gonna have an orgasm and I'm still stuck here!"

"And if you don't shut up, I'll just leave you there," I hissed, slamming my hand on the door, only to my surprise (and Nathan's), it opened.

"You're a genius! Now help me get out, you angel!"

I held the little flap that closes the sloth and pushed his elbow out to which he moaned, almost a lewd sound.

"All done," I gently kissed his arm, he was certainly getting a bruise, but at least there was nothing broken. "Do you feel okay?"

"Right peachy, Lollipop," he waved his arms around like someone helping a plane land and reached into the vending machine for a can of Coke, his shit-eating grin back on. "C'mon, love, time t'thank you."

tag list: @seanfalco @firstpersonnarrator @holidayspirits

#misfits #misfits nathan #misfits fanfic #misfits imagine #one shot #nathan young x oc #hard candy #nathan young #fanfic #robert sheehan fanfic #robert sheehan character fic

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darkrpfinder · 25 days

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Please be 21+ to interact!!!!!

I'll be listing my main muses (on the left) and my favorite ships for them (on the right). I'm open to discussing other ships and, as mentioned above, possibly doing something with OCs with them.

Billy Russo - Dex, Frank, Sam, Curtis, Karen, Madani

Bruce Banner - Tony, Thor, Natasha

Benjamin Poindexter - Billy, Ray, Matt, Karen, Male OC

Bucky Barnes - Zemo, Male OC

Carol Danvers - Valkyrie, Female OC

Eddie Brock - Andrew!Peter, Wade, Venom, Dan, Matt

Erik Lehnsherr - Charles, Logan, Male OC

Frank Castle - Billy, Matt, Karen

Loki Laufeyson - Thor, Grandmaster, Mobius, Male OC

Nathan Summers - Sam/Cannonball, Wade

Andrew!Peter Parker - Eddie, Wade, Matt, Tobey!Peter, Male!MJ, Gwen

Ray Nadeem - Dex, Matt

Remy LeBeau - Logan, Male!Rogue, Rogue

Sam Guthrie - Nate, Male OC

Sam Stein - Billy

Tony Stark - Bruce, Dr. Strange, Tom!Peter, Male OC

Wade Wilson - Eddie, Nate, Andrew!Peter, Comics!Peter, Logan, Dopinder, Colossus, Matt

If you'd like to work something out, please message me (preferred) or like this post and I'll message you.

#marvel roleplay #marvel rp #mcu rp #mcu roleplay #mxm #mxf #fxf #rp search #dark roleplay #dark rp #spicy rp #18+ mun

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ao3feed-danielsousa · 2 years

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TREMORS

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/zqQYDjv

by ARTEMISHOOD

the story of a duo that falls into another city

the love story of 2 people who think they aren't worth loving.

the story of 2 kids who want their parents to hook up

AOS spoilers NWH spoilers ARROW pre season 6 and above spoilers

D.Johnson x O.Queen P.Parker & W.Clayton CROSS POSTED ON WATTPAD

Words: 3316, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Arrow (TV 2012), Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Skye | Daisy Johnson, Peter Parker, Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, John Diggle (DCU), William Clayton (Arrow TV 2012), Thea Queen, Dinah Drake, Earth-2 Laurel Lance, Curtis Holt, Rene Ramirez, Quentin Lance, Barry Allen, Iris West, Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow, Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells, Kara Danvers, Alex Danvers, Sara Lance, Ray Palmer, Nate Heywood, Zari Tomaz | Zari 1.0, Amaya Jiwe, Mick Rory, Jaxander "Jax" Taizu, Martin Stein, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie, Yo Yo Rodriguez, Melinda May, Phil Coulson, May Parker (Spider-Man), Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Happy Hogan, Matt Murdock, Jessica Jones, Wade Wilson, Deke Shaw, Alya Fitz, Kora (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Daniel Sousa

Relationships: Oliver Queen/Skye | Daisy Johnson, Peter Parker & Skye | Daisy Johnson, William Clayton (Arrow TV 2012) & Peter Parker

Additional Tags: Post-Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie), Dimension Travel, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, screw canon, Daisy Johnson Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Mayor Oliver Queen, Protective Oliver, Smart William Clayton (Arrow TV 2012), william clayton & peter parker being little shits, no f bombs, we say frack in this household, peter parker isnt aloud to curse, Precious Peter Parker, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Skye | Daisy Johnson Needs a Hug, Hacker Skye | Daisy Johnson, BAMF Skye | Daisy Johnson, Protective Skye | Daisy Johnson, Bisexual Skye | Daisy Johnson, BAMF Peter Parker, BAMF Oliver Queen, Domestic Fluff, bus kids do it better

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/zqQYDjv

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #daniel sousa #agent carter

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Daddy, Please Stop

Summary: Where has Story been

Pairings: Story Drysdale X Charles Blackwood

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, implied drug us, forced prostitution, physical violence, angry!Ransom, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.3K

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“Why haven’t you found her?” Ransom asks James, who lets out a big sigh.

“She hasn’t been going to the club. Everyone there swears they haven’t seen her.”

“That fucking prick Chase Collins is there, isn’t that Charles guy?” James nods his head. He goes every time that they have game. And nothing. “How does an eighteen year old just go missing?” Ransom sits down at his desk. Pictures of Story throughout her life cover it. “It’s been too long,” it had been eight months since the last time they saw her. Had Ransom had thought he wouldn’t see his daughter for eight months, he never would have let her walk out that door. “What if...?” he buries his head in his hands; body shaking with how many tears he’s shed. “Kitten, she’s not sleeping. It’s like when Story was a baby all over again.”

“We’ll find her.”

“Has she contacted Carter?” James shakes his head no. “How’s he doing?”

“Not good. He’s worried sick. Doesn’t go into work as much anymore. He’s usually drunk or doped up.”

“Goah, this is such a fucking mess. If she’s here, someone’s got her locked up, and...I want my daughter back.”

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Carter stands at the door of Charles’ apartment, wiping at his nose, sniffling as he waits on the man. Hearing the noise coming from the bedroom, he wonders who Charles has living with him. “Blackwood?”

“Getting it together,” Charles pulls out Carter’s normal supply, knocking on the door, “Your times up, unless your paying more,” before he walks over to Carter.

“Dealing more than drugs I see?” Charles shrugs.

“You need some? You’ve been out of commission for awhile. I could give you a fair price,” Charles smirks at Carter, but he reaches in his pocket for the cash that Charles demands he uses. Chase walks out of the bedroom pulling on his extra layer of clothes. “You’re getting greedy, and not paying enough.”

Slapping some more money in Charles’ hand Chase looks up at Carter, “You don’t look so good. Maybe you should pay Charles for a piece,” Chase cocks up an eyebrow at Carter, laughing at him, “It might do you some good.”

Carter scoffs at him, “I don’t need to pay to fuck someone. I don’t do prostitutes.”

“Whatever. You’re missing out. See you in a couple days.”

Carter starts to leave, “It could be good for you Baizen. Helps you forget whoever it is you’re trying to forget. It’s just sex.”

“I don’t want to forget her,” he turns leaving. Promising it will be the last time he gets blow from him. He knows it won’t be. It’s always a lie.

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You go through all the photos you have of Story, never imagining that this is where you would be. Your baby gone, and no word from her. Your mind going from the best case scenario, that she’s still just angry with you. To your worst that one day you’ll find her body. All her friends had been contacted. And either they’re lying for her or they really have no idea where she is.

Looking in the mirror, you didn’t realize you could look this bad. Ransom walks into the bedroom, and his face falls. Watching your broken body as he walks to the bed, crawling in behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder, “You remember how scared we were when we brought her home? She was just this tiny little thing, but even then was so vocal. Or her second birthday, she had a princess theme, and she walked around in that puffy dress and tiara.”

“Ran, please stop,” tears fall down your cheek while you try and remember happier times with your baby. She was always so happy and full of life. Bountiful imagination. Never far from Harlan. Even though she had so much energy, she would crawl up into his lap and sit for hours as they told the Ballad of Story Drysdale.

“Or hearing that tiny little knocking in the middle of the night. Sometimes it was annoying, but I don’t regret letting her sleep in the bed with us,” your head leans back on his shoulder. Losing all self control. Sobbing, and he holds you tighter. “We’re gonna find her.”

“When?”

“Hopefully soon.”

You look down at the pictures scattered on the bed. “I just want my baby back home. I know she has to be scared.”

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Carter stares at this stupid door. This is the last time he vows. He can’t come here anymore. He needs to get clean so he can be of any assistance to find Story. He raises his hand giving a loud knock. Even though he’s not waiting that long, he’s agitated, and knocks loudly again. The door swings open quickly, and he stares at her like he’s seeing a ghost. “What do you...want?” as soon as her eyes meet his, she looks down at the floor.

“Story?” he asks, tears coming to his eyes, “What’re doing here?”

Story’s lips tremble, and she shakes her head, “I live here.”

“Everyone’s been looking for you for months. Have you been here the whole time?”

“I needed a place to live. Charles was...”

“Bunny what’s taking so long?” Charles walks into the living room seeing Carter at the door. “Oh, came for your weekly fix?” his hand slides down Story’s body cupping her mound. “Or did you come for something sweeter. Could give you a discount the first time.”

Horrified Carter looks down at Story, her eyes full of tears and she struggles to talk, “Daddy, please stop.”

“Oh, but sweetheart, Baizen here has been having a tough time,” he gives her a hard kiss to her neck and she jerks away. Harshly he grabs her cheeks. “Some bitch broke his heart. Oh wait,” his sly smile looks up at Carter. “I forgot.”

Carter’s body flinches, pushing at Charles, and Story falls to the ground, “Let her go!”

Charles only laughs at him, “Tell him Bunny.”

“Don’t make me do this daddy.”

“TELL HIM!” Charles angry goes to stand.

“I’m where I want to be,” Story’s voice cold and distant, she stands and walks to that room that Chase had came out of.

“You heard her Baizen. Find you a new fucking dealer. I can’t have you coming here and upsetting my property.”

“What did you do to her?” his eyes never leave the door, his hand rubs the worn rose pendant in his pocket. His newest way of reminding himself that she was real, and for such a short period of time, she was his.

“Taught her how to behave.”

Story’s hands dig around in her drawers, hoping that her pitiful phone has enough charge to text TJ. Listening to any form of altercation that could be going on outside. She pulls up her messages finding his name. It’d been months since she sent word to him, “I need ice cream. Nate knows.”

Charles slings the door open, and Story quickly hits send, dropping the phone as he stomps towards her. “Did you tell him you were here?”

“No, daddy. I didn’t. I promise. I’ve been a good girl. I haven’t...” he pulls her closer to him by her neck, “You’re hurting me. Please stop. I won’t do it again.”

“You weren’t even supposed to open the fucking door. Only special customers get to see you,” letting go of her neck, he shoves her to the ground, and she tries to crawl away. Her whole body trembling. “Such a scared little bunny. I’ll just have to teach you what happens when you don’t listen.”

“Daddy, please don’t,” her voice cries up at him as she tries to scramble away. She’s sure this may be the last time she gets away with something.

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TJ beats on the door of Nate’s apartment. “Come on asshole! Archibald!” he wasn’t expecting that text from Story. But when received it, he knew she was in trouble. When she started getting involved with all these good for nothing men, he made her promise to let him know she wanted ice cream, and he would do what he could to get her out of there. “About time. You know where Story is?”

“Not really. When she left, she said she had to meet Charles.”

“You know where Charles lives?”

“What’s this about?” Nate asks leaning on the doorframe.

“She’s in trouble. She got in contact with me,” Nate’s face falls.

“Go to this address. This is where her parents live.”

“You knew she was with Charles and you didn’t say anything? I thought you were her friend.”

“I did tell them. They went and looked at his apartment. Didn’t...fucking Chase. He heard me. Go to them. I’m calling the cops, and James. Go!”

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You open the door staring at a young man you had never met before. Your eyes their usual bloodshot self. When doesn’t say anything you start to close the door but he’s able to squeak out, “I’m a friend of Story’s.”

“Ransom! Oh god, my baby. She’s...Ransom! Please, she’s okay, right?” Ransom comes running up beside and you stare up at him. “It’s Story,” his eyes move around your face rapidly, trying to fully take in what you’re saying.

“She’s in trouble. Nate called the cops, but she sent me a secret message. We have this code, and...”

“Kitten stay here.”

“Ransom, I’m going to my daughter,” pushing past him you head out the door.

“No! If she’s in a lot of trouble, I need you here. I don’t need you getting hurt,” you start to protest, but he stands firm. Call Aster, she’ll sit with you. I need you here with Lucy. I’m bringing our baby back.”

Ransom follows TJ’s directions to the apartment. Taking two steps at a time, huffing with each step. He’s so close, almost there; he beats on the door. Almost knocking it off his hinges when Charles jerks it open, “What do you want?”

“My daughter!” Ransom sees her body laying on the floor behind Charles. At first he thinks she’s dead or unconscious. But with a quick movement of her leg, he pushes past Charles. “Story lets go, baby.”

“She’s not going anywhere. Bunny, to your room.”

“Daddy, no,” the two of them turn to look at her. When Ransom sees her scared face staring up at Charles, saline trails drifting down her face, hair matted and greasy, lips and nose chapped and raw, her body nearly skin and bones, he rears back pushing Charles to the floor. Story holds tight to her ears, rocking herself as Ransom issues hit after hit to Charles.

TJ steps past them, pulling up a scared Story, he carries her out to the car. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m right here. It’s okay,” his voice soothing the entire time that he carries her. Trying to get her to calm herself.

“But my dad...he’s,” something in Story snaps when she looks at him. TJ sees the large figure of an officer walking up to the apartment, knowing that at least this nightmare is almost over. “Why did you take me away?”

“Why? Why don’t you look in the mirror Ree?” his fingers touch at her bruised neck, and she flinches back, “What about that?”

“Charles didn’t leave me,” she whispers. As soon as the words come out of her mouth, she starts crying. “Grandpa left me. Aster and Iris left me. James left me, Blade left me. Carter left, they all leave.”

“You’re being stupid. Harlan died. Aster, Iris, and Blade went to college. James was held captive. You and Carter broke up. These people didn’t leave you. They love you. That jackass, he was holding you captive. You know this. You text me. You needed help.”

A knock on the window happens and Story flinches back, nearly crawling into TJ’s lap. “I'm not allowed open the door. Good girls don’t open doors,” she whispers, and it’s then TJ realizes how far gone she is. He opens the door to let Officer Everett in. Curtis looks over Story’s scared body, and in ways, she reminds him of you. Remembering how scared you were that day that they had found you. The day him and Nat made sure Andy would never hurt you again.

“Story, your dad is being detained currently. He did a number on Mr. Blackwood, but with barely a search of the apartment, it won’t be easy to hold him for more than a night. Charles is going to be in a whole lot of trouble. Not to mention the case we’ve been building against him. Ransom’s already called your mom, but you want to tell me what was going on up there?” she shakes her head no. “Did Charles give you those bruises?” while Curtis wants her to answer, her tears that pool out of her eyes is enough, “Okay. Are you ready to go home?”

Story flicks her eyes to his badge, “It’s you. This whole time, you were,” Curtis cocks up an eyebrow at her, “You. You were...how could my dad even look at you?”

“I’m sorry?”

“You were fucking my mom before they were married. You were her Dom. I take after her apparently. Even found myself a daddy.”

Curtis intakes a quick breath. Whistling through his teeth. “You have no idea what you’re talking about little girl.”

“No. You were.”

“For a few months, your mother and I had a safe and consensual relationship. I even asked your father if they were dating before I pursued her. I am a Dom. I never hurt her. That asshole up there is an abuser. He used his power over you, forced you to do things against your will. He is not a Dom.”

Story’s eyes flick down to her lap, not wanting to look at him anymore. “That. Your mom did that too. After her relationship with Andy. I know what you said to her and your father that night. I can show you the photos and police reports about Andy. I know you’re angry, but you have parents that love and adore you. You’ve got a mother that has called the station everyday asking if I’ve heard anything. A dad who nearly beat Charles to death, because he was hurting you. Your mom and dad have made mistakes. But they’re good people, they’re good parents. It’s time for you to face reality. You’re angry, and I get it. Do you want this life that you were living?” Story shakes her head no. “That man, that you’re sitting on, he’s a true friend. He reacted immediately to your text. He has asked for nothing from you, but your company. These boys you’re surrounding yourself with, they don’t care about you. You know that don’t you?”

Story begins crying, resting her head on TJ’s shoulder but nods. “Your dad will get out on bail. Your parents want to help you get clean. That’s what you want right?”

“Yes.”

“And when you’re ready, your mom wants to have a long talk about what she suffered through. How she kept your two sisters alive. No, she wasn’t making that up. They were babies and they had their lives threatened. Ransom would never do that to you,” Story watches her father being escorted out. “They’re going to take him to jail.”

“No.”

“He’ll get out on bail. He wants you to go to a great rehab facility that he and your grandpa went too. Story, you’re lucky. You’re alive. Now you need to call that poor kid that called me before Nate called the cops.”

“Carter?”

“That’s the one. He could barely get a word in with his tears. Maybe you should talk him into rehab too. Let me get your dad safely to the jail. TJ, her mom is meeting me there. Get her home safely.”

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