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Pairing: dark!Ransom Drysdale x homeless!reader

Chapter 4 (finale)

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - This story contains the following: dark themes such as kidnapping, non-con/rape, oral sex, penetrative sex (unprotected), mild breeding kink, obsessive behavior/possessive behavior/delusional behavior on Ransom’s part, cheating, soft!Ransom, toxic relationship dynamic, Stockholm syndrome on reader’s part, abuse of power, classism, size kink, manipulation, angst, eventual fluff, degradation.

Ch. | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | (end)

Summary: Ransom is going through a mid-life crisis where he’s miserable and he wants to change things up to make his daily life more interesting. The change involves taking the freedom of someone who he deems is beneath societal suitability.

Y/N’s POV

The baking process went smoothly, mostly from my knowledge in baking. Ransom was helpful of cutting up the apples into thin slices while I made the dough. As he had been reluctant on cutting them, I quickly learned there was a reasoning behind it. He cursed under his breath when he struggled to cut straight and efficiently, making it obvious he didn’t have a lot of experience in the kitchen. I held in a snort as I went to his aid and showed him the proper way, to which he quickly managed to do it right himself.

He smiled at me and thanked me for my assistance, and I shyly whispered ‘you’re welcome’ before I continued doing my own task.

Soon enough, the dough was ready to be formed, and we made a cinnamon mix to add more flavor over the apples. Then we laid thin stripes over them to make the classic pattern of an apple pie.

All that was left to do was to put it in the oven and wait. Ransom had settled down on the couch again, and I decided there was no better place to kill time than be with him.

I sat beside him, a bit hesitantly as I noticed something was off with him. He looked sad, but in a way that wasn’t too obvious. He was hiding it.

“Are you okay?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

He looked at me, as if he hadn’t expected me to ask at all. He reluctantly nodded, and I pouted, not convinced.

“Ransom…,” I called his name with softness as I reached for his hair, putting a few strands back as they were almost in his eye. He wasn’t using any hair gel, not as often as he used to anyway. His hair was incredibly soft, something I had realized when he was drunk and I had stroked his hair after he had been crying.

Ransom melted into my touch, keeping my palm on his face with his hand before he took it to kiss it.

“I’m sorry. For yesterday.” Ransom apologized for the first time as his eyes met mine.

I was shocked but quickly nodded, accepting his apology and leaving it at that.

Somehow I had managed to close off yesterday's events, despite how emotional it was. I had no other choice than move past it and try to love hard again, - let my delusions get in my head so I could stay happy. And somehow it was easy to do. Ransom made it so easy to move forward, - to love him despite his wrongdoings.

His face lit up as an idea popped in his mind. "How about we use the time to really get to know each other, hm? I want to know all about the woman I'm committing myself to."

I chuckled, "There's not much to tell apart from what I've already told you..."

He hit my shoulder playfully, not buying into that response. “Bullshit. C'mon, share me your deepest secrets. I'll trade with some of my own." He offered.

I shrugged, my self esteem too low to consider opening up about myself. “I don’t know,…what if…what if you get bored of me? I’m not as elite as you. I haven’t been to many places and my memories from hometown are mostly miserable to be honest…”

Ransom licked his lips, his face falling into a sympathetic frown. He sat up more properly onto the couch before he looked at me and spoke again, “Hey…we are more alike than you think, kitten. I may not know what it’s like to have nothing, but I know what it is like to have an unloving family. My parents were never parents either, — and despite how little time I spent with them, I somehow inherited their worst traits…”

I frowned, urging him to give an example. “Such as…?”

“Arrogance, short-temperament, pride, frustration, desperation…” Ransom’s gaze was boring into mine as he listed them. “Ringing any bells?”

“Maybe a few…” I replied short, causing Ransom to laugh with amusement as he swung his arm around my waist, bringing me in closer to him.

“You’re so fucking cute,…c’mere, let me give you a kiss…” he offered as he leaned in. I let him capture my lips, his hand trailing to the back of my head so he could deepen the kiss.

I no longer despised his kisses as much as I used to. They used to make me feel ashamed of myself and invaded, but now it was always invited. I wanted it.

Ransom’s phone buzzed just then, and I saw as he picked it up with the screen highlighting a name: “HARLAN”

He put the phone down again right after.

“Shouldn’t you take that?” I asked meekly, and Ransom shook his head.

“It’s fine. It can wait. I’m not going to let anyone but you take my attention.” Ransom promised as he crawled on top of me, making me sink deeper into the cushions. “Now why don’t you be a good kitten and spread those pretty legs for me so I can show you just how much you have my attention, hm? We have time before the pie’s ready….”

I gladly abided to his orders, spreading them so he could move below and ravish me.

Ransom kept his word for the next coming weeks, showering me with affection and putting the two of us on a lustful quest. We talked a lot too, - shared our stories and let ourselves be vulnerable. Sometimes it had downed our mood when we brought up tough times, but Ransom had the best way of turning the mood bright again.

Ransom was very creative when it came to oral sex. We had yet to go beyond that, and it got me wondering as to why. I would always mentally prepare myself for the time where he would request for penetrative sex, but Ransom would take me by surprise each time when he didn’t suggest it.

He must still be waiting for the right moment, - whenever that would be.

Ransom's POV

My eyes caught the thin layer of snow that had built up in the course of the night, and I was reminded of the Holiday I so much despised due to spending it with my family. Christmas.

It made me bitter, thinking of how the previous years was like any typical American thanksgiving dinner, - political debates at the dinner table and insults thrown at each other back and forth, - usually making mockery over who’s life style was the most meaningless one. The fingers were always pointed at me, and they received the middle finger as it became my cue to leave.

I looked back at Y/N, who was sleeping in my bed, and I started to think.

She can’t have celebrated Christmas properly, at least for a very long time, and I can’t recall a single good Christmas I have had as I had only attended the family Christmas gatherings. which usually was hell to take part in…..

— This year will be different. I will only celebrate Christmas with the person I truly care about.

I made myself ready to leave, putting on a new set of jeans and sweater.

As I was about to leave the bedroom. Y/N's voice halted me. "Where are you going?.." I heard her mutter as she stretched her arms tiredly.

I turned and smiled at her. "Just getting stuff from the store. I'll be quick. Keep resting, kitten." I said, and rushed away to grab my outerwear.

I parked at the closest store, and entered it with one singular motive. I eyed all the Christmas decorations on an aisle and rolled my eyes at some of the childish designs, but some of them were aesthetically pleasing. I grabbed a few tree decoration packages and a Christmas tree star, something I was familiar with as an important asset.

“Ugh, not you.” I heard a familiar voice groaning from behind me and I had to turn around and make sense of why I found the voice to be so agitating.

“Oh…Meg.” I said her name with venom and a ticked jaw. Fuck. This was the last thing I needed.

She walked over to me, raising her eyebrows as she realized where I was standing.

“What are you doing here, in Target nonetheless? I seem to recall you saying only peasants shop here.”

That was true. I still thought so, and I was tempted to go to a store with expensive and higher quality decorations, but time was ticking, and to my knowledge those stores wouldn’t open until lunch.

I had to surprise her this morning.

“I may have had a change of heart for this place.” I put it simply with a hint of mischief in my expression. I hoped it would end our conversation, but Meg’s curiosity was making it impossible to do just that.

“As if,” Meg scoffed as she followed behind me with arms crossed. “…Also, what are you browsing the Christmas decoration isle for?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know, I guess I’m looking for silly things to fill my house with. Might lighten up my non-existent Christmas spirit or some shit.”

Meg laughed out of amusement. “Huh. Never thought the Scrooge of our family would give Christmas a chance.”

I took a sudden turn to face her again, irritation getting the better of me because of how the SJW brat kept throwing insults at me. “Why are you being up my ass? Move along and mind your damn business, libtard.”

Meg rolled her eyes. “You know we’ve been talking about you. You don’t visit Harlan nearly as often as you used to. Last time I met him, he was talking about how he was thinking of cutting you off the will, as well as stop funding you.” Meg mentioned through her mocking tone.

I stopped, Meg’s information making my ears perk up. “What?”

“Yeah, I heard you’ve been giving him poor excuses recently not to meet him. That ‘you have something real important going on in your life right now’. What a shit excuse. We know all you do is get drunk and high at the night club,” Meg continued. “The least you can do is be an honest grandson, trust fund prick.”

Meg’s last insults went deaf to my ears as I quickly put some pretty Christmas decorations and ornaments into my shopping cart and rushed away, leaving Meg baffled that I had ignored her.

What she didn’t know was how I hadn’t ignored one bit of what she had told me and I had been sent in a train of thought, worry settling in of the possibility that Harlan would stop funding me and even cut me off the will.

Harlan had threatened me once when we last met, but I didn’t take it seriously at the time. Now the fact that he had spoken to others in our family about it was serious. I couldn’t allow it to happen, - not when I had someone else to take care of as well. Someone I had promised to take care of.

I walked outside to the parking lot, tossing the shopping bags in the passenger seat, and then I eyed the sale of Christmas trees at the corner. I looked at my vehicle, trying to rethink my decision of putting a Christmas tree on top of the roof, which ultimately could risk of getting a few scratches.

Y/N’s awaiting smile was all I could think of, and before I knew it, I took out the rope I had brought with me and made my way towards the sale.

Second person POV

"Fuck!" You heard Ransom shout out loud from somewhere else, and you immediately sprung up from bed and rushed your way to where you had heard the sound come from.

You had been laying awake in bed for a while, admiring the view the window of Ransom’s bedroom was providing. It looked like winter wonderland with how the nearby forest was coated in white. Ransom’s shouting had made you easily leave the bed as you had for long been well rested.

When you entered the living room, you were met with one big surprise. Leaning against the wall stood a tall and green Christmas tree. The smell of fresh wood was comforting to your scent, and you appreciated a piece of nature now taking part of the house.

You gasped, "Oh, Ransom...it's beautiful.." You said, absolutely mesmerized.

"It is, but I think I just cut myself because of the damn thing..." Ransom muttered as he walked towards the bathroom to clean his wound. Your head snapped in Ransom’s direction out of concern, and you quickly followed him.

You saw he was studying the cut to see how severe it was, and you picked up a towel to rinse it so he could use it to gather the blood that made its way out of the wound.

“Let me look at it. I’ll give you a bandaid.” You apprised, and Ransom could only stubbornly grunt.

“I can take care of myself you know.”

“I know, but you take care of me all the time so let me take care of you for once..” you further tried to convince as you reached for his arm and put the wet handkerchief on it to clear out the blood.

He snickered, “Better be careful, darling. Saying things like that gets straight into a man’s head.”

You blushed heavily in response, not expecting him to say that in a moment of his injury, but you weren’t too surprised. After all, Ransom was bold and a huge flirt.

You took out a bandaid and placed it on his wound, smiling when you saw Ransom didn’t wince in pain.

“Good girl,…thank you for taking care of me.” Ransom said lusciously, making you clench your thighs together in instinct as he called you by that petname. “I’ll reward you afterwards. But now I’d like to show you the other things I bought. I want you to decorate my house the way you want to. We are going to celebrate Christmas, - together.” He told you as he stood up to show the bags of decorations he had brought with him.

You looked through the things one by one, studying them with curiosity, occasionally making noises that already told Ransom you were liking them.

“These are so pretty! Thank you so much!” You exclaimed happily, putting the last item down and standing up to give Ransom a tight hug. He stroked your back and kissed the top of your head.

Ransom loved this so much, - maybe a little too much. Being like this, - acting like you were the happiest and most perfect couple ever. The fact that it all started with Ransom abducting you for his twisted pride was slowly fading in both of your heads, as if it was all just a vivid memory from a dream, - more like nightmare.

Your relationship was too good for it to be based on the foundation, - at least that was how the two of you currently saw it.

The sweet moment was interrupted when Ransom was reminded he had another obligation to follow for today. “Kitten, I need to leave and visit Harlan, but I will be back soon, okay? Why don’t you take a headstart on decorating?”

Your face fell for two reasons; one, you had hoped you would be decorating together, - and two, the last time Ransom went to Harlan’s made him do things which you were yet to know the specifics of, but it had ended with him saying things which had hurt you deeply. You could only assume Harlan had frustrated him, and in result, he took his frustration out of you. You didn’t want that to happen again.

“But I want to decorate with you…” you could only mutter out.

Ransom smiled, having fondness over how much you wanted to include him for such a simple occasion. “Tell you what, you decorate the house and we will together decorate the tree when I get back from Harlan’s.” Ransom suggested a compromise.

Your face lit up at the idea, and you nodded with approval. “Okay. That sounds good.”

Ransom bit the inside of the cheek when he rang the doorbell and waited for one of the housekeepers to open the main entrance of Harlan’s mansion. He hadn’t been there since last time, the day when he had broken his promise of being exclusive to you and let himself slip by hooking up with another woman while being high.

He wasn’t going to repeat the same mistake. Ever.

"Hey Franny." He greeted the housekeeper when she opened the door. She rolled her eyes, muttering something in the lines of 'it's Fran, you prick.' He dismissed it as he asked where Harlan was, and she told him he was in his office, going through his letters.

"Harlan," Ransom greeted the old man by the door as he stepped into the office. Harlan looked up with raised eyebrows as he huffed, as if to tell Ransom 'Finally, you've shown up'.

"Grandson." Harlan acknowledged back. "It has been a while, hasn't it?"

"It has..." Ransom spoke with a low voice, looking anywhere but at his grandfather as he sat down right across.

Harlan took his eyes off Ransom too, and stacked a couple of letters to clear out the table. "You've been beating around the bush more than usual, haven't you? You know, I have been going over my mail the last hour and I have been peacefully reading fan letters. All I have left is to go over the cheques. I believe the cheque requesting to send over your monthly allowance is in there somewhere. Now might be the time to conclude financing you, seeing as you have finally something serious going on in your life, hm?"

Ransom's jaw clenched as he remained unfazed, trying to remain in Harlan's favor. "Serious yes, but not necessarily related to earning money."

Harlan sighed, "Of course not. But one would assume you were working a 14 hour shift with how you have completely closed yourself out of the family, even from me. You used to come here once a week, which was somewhat rewarding..." Harlan said, sounding defeated. "I suppose you can make up for it when it's Christmas eve, during our yearly family Christmas dinner -"

"I can't come." Ransom jumped in with a response.

"Pardon?"

Ransom shrugged, "I just can't attend this year. I have-"

"Something more important to take care of." Harlan interrupted. "I know. So you have told me the past couple of weeks. Are you finally going to tell me what it is, or is it just a lie of an excuse?”

“It’s not a lie and it’s nothing that should concern you, I’ll promise you that.” Ransom answered, still being resilient on telling his secret.

"Ransom, I swear on my life, if you are dealing with drugs -!"

"I'm not!" Ransom cut Harlan off, speaking in a higher volume. “I just can’t tell you what it is! I don't want my family involved whatsoever! And I know damn well if I tell you, it's going to spread somehow, even if I duct taped your mouth!”

Harlan shook his head, not playing into Ransom’s games anymore. “Ransom, if it’s that secretive, it will only stay between us. I promise. Now, you better tell me right now what could be more important than our annual Christmas dinner. Otherwise what reason do I have left to financially provide for you if you’re hardly a part of this family anymore?”

Ransom closed his eyes for a brief moment, sucking in air as he tried hard to put things together in his head. I should tell him. The consequences shouldn’t be severe, seeing as Y/N has accepted her fate of being mine.

At least, I truly hope that’s the case.

Ransom cleared his throat, before he gave his grandfather the reveal of what he’s been hiding. “I have a girlfriend, and we are in a very serious relationship. I’m currently providing for her as she has been going through a lot. She is my recent importance, and I would like to spend this Christmas with only her this year, - alone.”

Harlan’s eyes widened with surprise and he gasped, “Are you kidding me? You? In a serious relationship with a woman? My boy, why have you never mentioned this? I need to meet her right away.”

Ransom shook his head, which made Harlan frown. “She has severe anxiety disorder. It’s too soon for her to meet you or the rest of the family. She is already trying her best to get comfortable with me.” Ransom told the lie so casually, it passed as a fact.

The old man slowly nodded, “So she’s rather delicate, I see,…that comes as a surprise to me. I wonder how you became a couple. Tell me, my boy. I want to know your tale.” He said, bowing closer to Ransom with folded hands as he was ready to listen.

Ransom sighed, not sure where he was supposed to start and twist the truth at the same time, but after a moment, he had it all pieced together. “I can’t go down the details right now, but it all started with my interest in her. She isn’t like any women you have seen my mother introduce to me, - she’s on the less fortunate side, yet she managed to capture my interest without trying. It was hard in the beginning…she wasn’t impressed because I was a little too direct with my intentions. I practiced my patience and eventually she warmed up to me, - we became somewhat official and she started staying over at my house. But then…I broke our bond after I came home from our last meeting. I was frustrated, and said things I shouldn’t have said. She had a breakdown because of it,…I apologized to her after and she forgave me as I promised I would never break her heart again. This is why I haven’t been seeing you since then, - because I focused on proving my worthiness to her. And now…well, we are planning on celebrating Christmas together and warm up to the holiday. She hasn’t celebrated it for as long as she can remember, and I want to give her the best Christmas experience ever. I…I want us to bond over occasions that I used to despise partaking in because I know I’ll have a great time just by celebrating it with her. Things are going so great between us now. I…-

- I believe I love her. More than I love myself even. She’s too good to me, - so considerate and gentle, always wanting to make me happy. God, Harlan, I would die for her.”

Harlan’s smile was wide, Ransom can’t remember the last time he had made his grandfather smile so pridefully. “It sounds like love to me. The way you’re openly admitting your affection for her is almost too good to be true, son. I’m so happy for you. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time, truth be told. Your mother almost had me thinking it was impossible, but here you are, proving her wrong. I can already hear the wedding bells.”

Ransom snickered as he also had a vision of his own of what the future beheld. Marriage wasn’t something he was open to before, but now the thought of sealing you to him with vows and rings became increasingly desirable.

He imagined how soon enough it would be safe to take you out with him and to meet Harlan. He would have to wait until the time was right though.

“You understand why I won’t be coming then, right?” Ransom asked the question carefully.

Harlan nodded, “Yes, I do now. However, I expect to see lovely pictures of you together. Send them to me on Messenger. I want to see how the woman you were lucky to woo looks like.” He chuckled lightheartedly. “What is her name by the way?”

“Her name is Y/N.” Ransom said, excluding her last name into his telling. “I don’t have any pictures on me at the moment as I haven’t had the need to take a photo of her. I’m with her all the time.” Ransom reasoned. “You must promise not to tell anyone. can’t afford making things harder for her. You know how our family is.”

Harlan nodded, “I understand. I won’t tell a soul.”

Their conversation ended there, and Ransom left Harlan’s house, this time with peace as everything had been resolved, - well, for the meantime. He knew if Harlan was going to continue funding him, he would have to introduce you. He had hoped to keep you in his house forever, his secret, just for extra measure of never loosing you, but that just wouldn’t be possible. He hadn’t thought that far ahead prior to kidnapping you, but thankfully favor was on his side. You had adapted to him rather quickly, - it was only a matter of time before you could walk out of the house together without there being an issue.

He was already looking forward to returning home, even though it had only been 2 hours since he left his house. The brief mentioned topic of marriage led his thoughts to wander further into the future.

Becoming paired by law.

Getting you pregnant.

Putting his child in you.

His cock was growing hard by those thoughts, making it uncomfortable to sit on the driver’s seat as he drove home. He used to see himself above the men who bounded themselves into becoming fathers and having kids, - the life long commitment. Already having what he considered the brattiest cousins in the world was mentally exhausting and he had closed the door of ever possibly becoming a father.

But now that he had you, that door had opened itself up again. It turned him on to know he had the power to plant his seed in you, ultimately grounding you to him. To make you his beyond your body and soul through your offspring as well.

She’s mine, was all he could think.

Mine, mine, mine -

Every single thought that went through his head had something to do with you. He was obsessed and didn’t care to hide it anymore. Even with Harlan, he was able to cover his obsession for love. Love and obsession could easily be mistaken for each other, and Ransom would argue what he had with you involved both of these things.

When he returned home and walked upstairs quietly, he was impressed with what he was met there. The living room was beautifully decorated, - he could say he was proud of how well you had put everything together. There you stood, using a chair to hang up a couple of star ornaments above the window with glittery streamers formed as snowflakes.

You turned to pick up a new ornament when you noticed Ransom stood there silently, observing the open room with interest. “Oh, you’re here!”

Ransom greeted you as he said, “You’ve quite outdone yourself. I’m not used to having my place decorated like this.”

You were unsure if that was on a positive note or something else. “So…you don’t like it?”

He chuckled, “No, I love it. It’s just unusual for me, but I’d like to get used to it.”

You hummed, finding that statement to be relatable. “It’s unusual for me too…but like you said, it’s a good different.”

You both turned to the tree, which was the only thing in the room yet to be decorated. Then you looked at it each other, and with pleading eyes you asked; “Can we decorate it together now?”

Ransom smirked and nodded with approval. “Let’s decorate it.”

The star on top of the Christmas tree had been eye catching ever since you put it up there. Two weeks had passed rather quickly, and now it was Christmas Eve, - the day you had been longing for.

Ransom showed less enthusiasm, - as per usual to anything that didn’t involve intimacy, but you were fine with that. He was still in a good mood, and that was all that mattered.

Since the beginning of the day, you had worked on dinner and dessert. You had both decided on eating steak with other servings vegetable based.

Ransom contributed with dessert by buying sweets and a carrot cake, as well as ingredients for you to make gingerbread cookies from scratch.

While you were forming them, Ransom sneaked behind you to hold around your hips, and he kissed your shoulder as he looked at what you were doing.

He whispered in your ear, “I can’t wait for you to open my gift tonight.”

A hopeless sigh left you. “You didn’t have to buy me a gift, Ransom. I don’t have a gift for you, obviously…and I would feel bad if I receive something nice. I hope you’ll at least accept these cookies I’m baking, even though you bought the ingredients,...” you said, your voice small as you felt a little silly for the reason of having nothing to offer otherwise.

“Those look delicious, — and don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll think of something you could gift me later…” he trailed with husk, but you were too busy with putting the raw dough forms into the oven to notice what he had said.

When the cookies were done, you put them inside a box and took it upstairs to put it on the living room table, which was when Ransom took the opportunity and held up his phone to take a picture, with the Christmas tree in the background and everything. “Hey, kitten. Smile…”

You smiled through a giggle while he took it, and as Ransom looked at the picture, he realized how this was his favorite kind of smile from you. You looked so joyful, like a kid finally getting their awaiting gift after waiting for so long. He felt warmth spreading in him, knowing how he was the reason behind that smile.

All these years he thought he could buy happiness, and while having money certainly helped in having you, the foundation lied among his gestures. His affection and giving you everything you could want, - everything you need, was something unlike anyone has done for you, and in the process you bonded together over caring for each other. You were the last pieces of a big puzzle.

His providing and willingness to give was making you happy, and that made him happy.

“I’m going to send it to my grandpa, - Harlan. He wants to see you soon.” Ransom informed, and that made your ears perk up with caution.

“You…you told him about me?” You asked, not sure if that was even possible.

“Yeah,…he seemed very enthusiastic when I revealed I have a companion. I think you’ll come along great.” Ransom added casually, but you were still stuck on the part where Ransom had shared about you to a family member.

What had he said about you to Harlan? Did he tell him the whole truth? No, surely not,…that would be out of place, wouldn’t it? Unless his grandfather was much like him, but that sounds unlikely…

Your mind kept theorizing, and it came to an endpoint where another question popped in your head; “…Are you saying we will go out to visit him? Or will he come to us?”

Ransom’s head pulled up from his phone, and he narrowed an eye. “Would it be a problem if we visited him?”

You knew what he really meant. Would you escape or cry for help if you left to Harlan’s?

You could understand why Ransom was still paranoid to think that, but in your head you truly denied it.

“No, it wouldn’t. I’m just asking because you’ve never said wether you’ll always keep me in the house or if you’re willing to give it a try going outside together, that’s all.” You said with a shrug.

Ransom sighed and put his phone down, “I don’t know, darling. I suppose at some point we can give it a try but I think it’s too early.”

“Alright. Whatever you say…” You replied short, neither sounding disappointed or hopeful.

Deep down, you were feeling sad how despite everything, Ransom still doubted you. You guessed if you were an abductor, you would be on guard too.

But Ransom wasn’t an abductor anymore, was he?

Ransom stood up, and you frowned as he walked downstairs. You were about to stand up and follow him, but you quickly stayed in your spot when you heard him say, “Stay there. I’m bringing something good for ya.”

He came up with two cups of cocoa with whipped cream and sprinkles on top. “Here you go.” He gestured you to take the other cup, and you gladly claimed it.

“Thank you!” You chirped, excited to drink the cup of cocoa as it was one of the many things you haven’t tasted in forever. “Something tells me this isn’t the first time you have made this.”

He chuckled, nodding as you were right. “My great nana used to make this all the time when I was a kid, especially during winter season. She was the only one that really cared to teach me things, so when I was old enough to use the kettle, she showed me how to make it on my own.” Ransom told you.

You sympathetically smiled and looked at the cup again before you took another sip. “That was nice of her to do,…it definitely payed off because this is delicious.”

Ransom snickered, appreciating the compliment.

The cocoa warmed your hands up, as well as the fireplace in front of you. It had taken some time to get the fire started, but now it had been going for hours without lighting out, - with the help of adding wood every now and then of course.

You ate dinner together, the steak alone tasting rich as Ransom had bought it at a butcher shop known for being expensive. Afterwards you settled on the couch again in front of the Christmas tree, and Ransom pointed to under where a beautiful wrapped gift was lying, - the only item there.

You timidly picked it up, studying the box to take in the beauty of it before you sat beside Ransom again, ready to open it. You carefully opened the present up, wanting to keep the box in its new shape, - an old habit of yours.

In the present lied an elegant white poncho with fur around the hoodie, one that matched the colour of the snow outside.

“It’s gorgeous, I…thank you, Ransom.” You said in awe, admiring its design and taken by surprise how it was something so pretty and not the usual lingerie he used to gift you before. “But…for what occasion would I be using this?” You had to ask.

“It would be perfect for you to wear when we go out in the garden while there’s still snow, - we could make a snowman or something. I read it’ll be snowing till end of February, so that’s plenty of time to test the waters. If not this year, there’s always a next year.” He said.

You nodded, glancing once more at the poncho before you held it tight against your chest, the fur brushing delicately against your skin.

You then looked up at him, a genuine smile forming on your lips as you scooted a few inches closer to him. "I....I want to thank you for making my life so much easier, despite how we started it all out. We both know we didn't come to be the way people normally do, but..." you stopped as you didn’t know where you wanted to take your sentence.

"Yes, I acknowledge that…..." Ransom stepped in. "You're allowed to hold a grudge against me for taking you, but you do realize now how my intentions were good, right?" Ransom spoke lowly, holding your chin so you couldn't escape his gaze.

With doe eyes you replied, "I do."

Ransom smirked, stroking your thigh as he inched closer too. "That's good,...we're so competent, - more than we realized in the beginning. I didn't really care to know you at first. I thought all I needed was to have you, but you proved me wrong. I need you, Y/N...I need your whole being. I need you beyond your body,...the feeling's mutual, right?"

He kept saying his sentences as statements, adding a question for you to add your input. Lucky for Ransom, your replies were only pleasing.

"It is,..." you muttered, your expression becoming haze as the smell of his cologne was seducing you with how close he was to you.

Ransom smirked, noticing the affect he had on you by his words and touches, and he took it as an opportunity to reveal something. “Look up, kitten.” Ransom said, pointing up at the ceiling.

You did, and you gasped when you eyed the mistletoe above you, hanging on the lamp which was conveniently over where you sat.

“You know what they say about mistletoes…” Ransom trailed as he leaned in. “It’s bad luck if we don’t kiss.”

You giggled, shyly cupping Ransom’s face. “I guess we have no choice but to kiss then.”

“How unfortunate..” he said sarcastically, cupping your cheeks in the palm of his hands too as you both leaned in to kiss.

You both groaned when your lips met, the kiss far from rushed as you took your time to take in the moment of the romantic act.

When you broke it, he looked at you through his eyelashes, and pulled a bold move of kissing your cheek, slowly trailing down to your shoulder where he sucked the soft skin, leaving definite hickeys.

“Mine…” he muttered, and you whimpered when you felt his hand sneak between your thighs, cupping your sex.

“Yours…ah..” you whined as you palmed his crotch, making him groan at the pressure you firmly added, and he decided to have a feel of your breast through your sweater with his other hand.

“Fuck,…lie down. I want to eat you out.”

You frowned, not expecting him to suggest that when his cock was so hard. “Don’t you want me to…”

“Nu-uh…” Ransom interrupted as he shook his head. “I want to drink you up. I’m skipping right to my dessert.”

You giggled, knowing the real dessert was waiting in the fridge and a cookie jar, but you supposed if this was what Ransom was craving, you weren’t going to deny him.

Ransom slid your panties off as he repositioned himself with his face between your legs. Then he spread your pussy lips to get a good look at your entrance. He didn’t warn you as he dived in, already working his tongue between your folds.

You loudly mewled as you placed a hand on Ransom’s hair, having the need for support. He flickered around your clit before he used his thumb to stimulate it.

“Hmm…love how you taste, kitten. So creamy and sweet, fucking hell…” he moaned.

“Ooh, Ransom…” you moaned his name, your head resting on the pillow as Ransom plunged his tongue inside your quivering hole, bringing out more juices to lap up. He then used two of his fingers to scissor and fingerfuck you, meeting little resistance from your hole as he had made you used to the invasion.

“O-Ohh!” You whimpered in a higher pitch. He chuckled lowly, finding the sounds you made to be adorable and so arousing. Then he abruptly stopped, which made you raise your head to meet his gaze.

“I think it’s time…” he paused, breathing in sharply, “…- that I take what’s rightfully mine.”

“..And what’s that?” You asked, barely above a whisper as you tried to catch your breath.

His head dropped to take another look at your dripping hole, and he smirked.

“This pussy,…I want to fuck you, kitten.”

You froze, taking in the way he stared at you with all seriousness and hunger. You knew this moment would come, yet you couldn’t help but stiffen. For a long time you had waited for this moment, but you were not fully prepared for the confrontation.

“Having a feel of this tight cunt of yours around my cock would make the best Christmas gift, - better than anything I’ve ever received.” He claimed, and you felt yourself getting flushed. “You’re going to give it to me, right? After all, you’re mine to do as I please with. Right?”

“Y-Yes,...” You whimpered. “You can do whatever you want with me…take me, Ransom.”

Ransom smiled fondly, once again finding himself appreciative to your submissive nature.

“Good girl.” He praised. “Lay on your back on the carpet in front of the fireplace. Think it would make a romantic spot to have our first…”

Ransom led you carefully off the couch and to the carpet, the heat closer to your bodies which made your nerves calmer. You laid down while Ransom removed his pants, unbuckling his belt and revealing his cock once the boxers were off. He took his sweater off too, and pridefully took in the image in front of him.

You, on the carpet, naked, waiting for him. He bit his lip, excited to finally claim you.

Ransom hovered above you, making your bundle of nerves rise again. “Just please,…please be gentle…” You pled before Ransom engaged in anything. “I haven’t…in a very long time..”

Ransom wasn’t the gentle type. You knew that very well, but you still hoped he would just this once take it easy for your sake.

“Of course.” He replied in a whisper, stroking your thighs tenderly. “I wouldn’t wanna break you…perfect little pussy must be taken with care..”

He rested his fat cock onto your pussy, making you whine at the familiar feeling. His cock had made home between your pussy lips all the way back to the first day of living here, yet it was an entirely new experience each time.

“Hmm…” Ransom purred, feeling ecstatic of having his cock glistened by your juices as he slided himself between your folds. “Finally…I’m going to take you the way I’ve wanted to since day one..”

He stopped sliding, and your breath hitched when he inserted the tip inside, making you throw your head back onto the fluffy carpet as you felt him push in.

“S-so big! You’re so…”

Ransom chuckled lowly at what wasn’t intentionally a compliment but he took it as one. “Yeah? Feel me up your tummy already, kitten?” He continued thrusting in, till he was almost all in there. “Shit, You feel so fucking good…clamping me around like a damn vice.”

You arched your back up as you felt the slightest pain emerge, and Ransom stilled until your pained expression began to cease. “Take it easy for me, kitten…we’ve got all night.”

The force of his cock nudging at your cervix caused your legs to flail, and you had them hooked around his back instead to give him deeper access.

“Fuck! Tightest fucking cunt I’ve ever had..” he groaned.

He hadn’t teared his look away from you, and as he noticed you were shaking from his intrusion, he captured your lips smoothly to soothe you. Your cry was muffled between your mouths as Ransom began thrusting in a slow rhythm. The roll of his hips made your toes curl with pleasure, and you let out a series of moans, calling after his name. “Ah, Ransom!…Ransom…so good!..”

He moved his attention to your breasts, putting his mouth on one of them as he used his hand to squeeze the other. You wrapped your hands around his neck, wanting to hold him close while he took what he wanted from your body.

You began seeking fiercer friction, and you instinctively bucked your hips against his, making him go balls deep inside of you.

“Ahhh, sir please, - fuck me harder!”

The formal but kinky title made Ransom made him go feral as his hips began to slam into you. “Mmh, such a good fucking girl. Keep begging and I’ll give you what you want.”

Your lips left pleas through moans, and he could feel you dripping below his balls, likely making a mess on the carpet but he didn’t care.

He had you craving him. Nothing else mattered.

He could feel every muscle inside of you pulsating around his cock, gripping him like your cunt felt threatened he would pull out. The whole house was filled with the sound of skin to skin slapping against each other, and the heat from the fireplace made you sweaty, being the reason why you were filling the room with the smell of sex. It overwhelmed him even though he was anything but a virgin.

"I'm not going to last long...shit," He cursed as his eyebrows knitted with pleasure. "I can feel you're getting close too, kitten. Let's cum together, yeah?"

You nodded, unable to form words but desperate to express your approval of Ransom's suggestion. "I-I wanna cum! Ahh, wanna cum so bad with you, sir!" you managed to cry out as your brain went numb. Your channel tightened, and Ransom rolled his eyes back as he felt himself breaching ejaculation.

“Fuck! Thaaat’s it, squeeze me. Milk my cock, kitten. Ooh, - shit! — I’m gonna fucking cum inside!” He gritted through clenched teeth. “- Fuck!” His jaw dropped as he breathed in air.

You howled out a high pitched cry and your voice died out when you felt your orgasm crash over. Ransom’s sack emptied its spend, filling you to the brim as you whimpered from the sudden unfamiliar warmth in your abdomen. He grunted, holding around your hips ever so tightly to keep you in place.

Moments after when he pulled out, cum dripped out of you, and he growled lowly.

“Beautiful…” Ransom mumbled at the sight, and he wiped away the cum that threatened to stain the carpet with the use of his sweater.

You were too dazed out to process how Ransom had picked you up and carried you to bed where he would put his favorite sweater and boxers on you, before he put his own pajamas on. Lastly he put you under the comfortable sheets as he curled himself up with you.

“You’re mine, darling, - just like I’m yours.” He whispered poetically while he kissed your shoulder and buried his face to the crook of your neck to sleep.

You took in his words with delight, and you softly replied with, “I’m yours, like how you’re mine...” before you drifted off to sleep.

You made love with your abductor for the first time by the fireplace on Christmas Eve.

It couldn’t get more romantic than that in your mind.

The doorbell rang downstairs to the main entrance, and Ransom groaned out of frustration as he reached for his phone to check the time.

It was 07:12 AM, way too early for Ransom, but he figured it was best to check who it was in case it was important. He got out of bed, leaving you to continue sleeping while looking stunning. Gently he stroked your cheek before he left.

Ransom walked tiredly downstairs to the door where it had rung. It must be Harlan,…old man’s too eager for his own good… Ransom thought.

While he had told Harlan he would introduce you when you were ready, he knew Harlan was too impatient. When he had sent the pictures of you celebrating Christmas in his house, Harlan raided him with replies, mainly telling him he could see Ransom had found the right girl.

Ransom couldn’t come up with who else could be ringing at his door at this time, and so he typed in the code and opened the door without putting much thought into it. His biggest mistake.

He was greeted by two police officers, the same ones he had seen when he drove through the street almost a month ago. The sight of them instantly woke him up, and alarms were ringing in his head.

He almost visibly shivered but managed to bite through as he kept his composure.

“Hello, Mr. Drysdale. We would like to ask you a few questions regarding a missing person. Does this woman look familiar to you?” The female officer asked right off the bat as she held an image of you.

“Well I…-”

“Ransom, who is that?…” Ransom heard you speak from behind him.

Oh fuck… Ransom thought, his distress spiking high in that moment.

No, please…

Please, not like this…

Fucking anything but this!

“I, uh…” he was at loss of words, being too overwhelmed as he was sandwiched between two threats; one, his dear obsession escaping from his hold, and two, the cops who could arrest him on the spot if you tell them the truth.

The taller male officer looked behind Ransom and caught you before he studied the photo, realizing they had found a match. “Sir, we would like to talk to that woman, please, - if you could step aside for a moment while we talk to her.” He ordered.

Ransom’s heart had never hammered so hard before. He felt like he had to throw up as the worst thing imaginable took place. He looked behind him to see you, your face staring at him as if you were unsure of what to do too. Still, he moved and let you come upfront beside him.

“Would you like to step out of the house for a talk, ma’am?” The officer asked.

Ransom’s eyes didn’t leave your form as he tried to read you, but he couldn’t make anything out of your blank stare.

In the meantime, your head was in a different place as you took in the fresh air. You had missed it. It was cold, but nice nonetheless.

Then, as if something snapped, you remembered how much you used to hate it.

How it reminded you more of a helpless time that took place last year when you had to wake up every 5 minutes because somewhere on your body was freezing due to the shortage of blankets you had. You remembered the countless nights you slept in your car, the windows being layered with rime ice as the cold had fully set. You were always tempted to turn on the engine to receive some form of heat, but you never did as you knew the consequences of using gas would lead to and come far sooner.

It was terrible. Torturous even.

You remembered how during the cold weather, you felt so scared and alone, not sure where to go anymore. Not sure if life was even worth it with the struggles.

The warmth coming from inside behind you however reminded you of something different. It reminded you of the man who had taken you out of the cold, - the man who while had questionable morals took care of you the entire time, something no one had ever done. Not your parents, not your ex-friends, hell, not even the government until the last minute.

Ransom cares. I need him and he needs me, you thought, fully convinced.

You looked back at Ransom, and a decision was made, one of which you had already decided a while back.

“I um,..No, I’d much prefer standing by my boyfriend here, please…” you said.

Ransom could have fainted with how fast his blood pressure had risen and suddenly sunken.

“Alright, ma’am. You are Y/N L/N, correct?” The officer asked, to which you confirmed by replying ‘yes’. “Are you aware you have been filed as a missing person by a homeless youth shelter in Philadelphia? They claimed to have expected you nearly two months ago, but you never turned up.” The officer informed. “The only reason we managed to find you now was by questioning a local who claimed to have seen Mr. Drysdale over here talking to you. That was the same and last night anyone saw you after you had been laying on the same spot for a week. Can you verify any of these claims?”

“Yes, they are all true..- I was homeless and had contacted the shelter so I could have a permanent place to stay. After a week or so into staying in town, Mr. Drysdale over here was kind enough to offer me a room at his place, and I didn’t accept it at first as I was planning on taking the bus to Philadelphia, 06:00 o’clock in the morning. He gave me his phone number though, if I ever needed any help. I slept in and missed it unfortunately, so I contacted Ransom and he welcomed me into his home…” you said, and paused for a brief moment. “One thing led to another, and well…now we’re a happy couple.” You reached out for Ransom’s hand and intertwined your fingers into his, chuckling as you looked up at him with a smile.

Ransom was tense, his jaw tightened the whole time, but he quickly replaced his posture as more relaxed and plastered a smile on his face as he let out a raspy ‘yeah’, his own clarification to your story.

“Ah, I understand now. We are relieved to know you’re okay, ma’am. We will put this case to an end then and rewrite your status as ‘found’.” The male officer said and took out his tablet to register.

“One last question though, - why didn’t you contact the shelter again to report this? You do realize that’s very irresponsible on your part, right?” The female officer asked with crossed arms, obviously upset that their time had been waisted.

“I know, and I’m so sorry. The thought pretty much left my head and I forgot…” you excused. “It hasn’t helped that this man has been keeping me so entertained all this time. You start forgetting your previous responsibilities...” You added as you leaned your head on Ransom’s arm.

The female officer grimaced, not amused in the slightest. “Of course, that’s none of our business. Though we will have to give you a fine as the town has a policy and does not accept leaving personal belongings such as your sleeping bag on the street, -“

“- I’ll pay for it, no problem.” Ransom interrupted.

He signed the fine with his bank card info, his hand shivering while he did so but it went unnoticed. The officers left soon after. You retreated back inside, and Ransom closed the door slowly, still having a hard time lowering his heart rate and breathing.

He saw you were leaving to somewhere, and he had to call out your name to have you remain in his presence. “Y/N, hold the fuck on…”

You turned around, eyes widened at the sudden call out, and you stood there, unsure of what he wanted.

“You could have told them the truth…you could have run off…you could’ve…why didn’t you?”

You frowned, “I didn’t,…- because I don’t want to leave you, Ransom.” You said as you fiddled with your fingers nervously. “I-I thought that was what you wanted. That you wanted me to stay.”

“I do want you to stay.” He quickly corrected you. “But I’m asking if you want to regardless of what I want.”

You swallowed, “I, - yes, I do. That is why I wasn’t hiding myself because I thought that was already established?…”

“You’ll never leave me.” He whispered in disbelief.

“I will never leave you, Ransom…” you confirmed his claim. “Is that so hard to believe?”

“No,..I just…” Ransom paused, looking to the side as he pondered for the questions he wanted answers for. “Do you really see a future with me? If I never let you out, would you accept that?”

“Yes, and…yes.” You answered, blushing as you felt embarrassed to admit it. “Because by the end of the day, you were right. I wasn’t much before I came here, - still aren’t. Being here with you fills a void I didn’t think was there. I had big dreams, dreams of which I know now would have placed me in an office box and earned me an identity crisis. But being here with you…it gives me a sense of purpose and happiness, and I…”

Ransom was caught up on where you had said you weren’t much. He had convinced you as such in the beginning, but it was wrong. So wrong. He realizes that now. “That’s not entirely true…like I said once, you are my whole world. You know how much that means, right?”

“I guess I have an idea.” You replied cheekily.

“I bet you do…” Ransom said smugly, carefully putting his hands around your hips to feel your shape.

You sucked in a sharp breath as Ransom became more putty with his hands. He pulled you against him and ever so subtly rubbed his crotch against your stomach, being the reasoning for the height difference.

Ransom leaned in and whispered by the shell of your ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard and show you just how fucking crazy I am for you, okay darling?”

You nodded and swallowed, already feeling arising lust inside of you. “show me.”

Ransom carried you over his shoulder, and made his way upstairs quickly to the bedroom again. He threw you onto the bed and trapped you under him, beginning to tear your clothes off desperately. You whimpered with how rough he was with you, but the adrenaline rush made it easy to ignore it.

He grabbed your jaw and forced his tongue down your throat, turning it into a desperate make out session. It was overwhelming to you, yet you were already having wet patches form in your crotch crotch area due to arousal.

“Who do you belong to, huh?” He asked while he hastily removed his pants. “Answer me!”

“Y-You, sir! I belong to you!” You replied through a whine.

“That’s right…you’re fucking mine.” Ransom growled while he hoisted down your underwear. “You’re nothing without me, isn’t that right?” He was purposefully being degrading, saying things that wouldn’t be nice outside of the setting, but for the occasion it was a turn on.

“Y-Yes, it’s true…m’only yours, sir…I’m nothing without you.” you responded breathlessly.

Ransom smirked devilishly, feeling as though he had made his biggest accomplishment. But the accomplishment prior from what it founded itself on had changed. What started with his obsession of finding someone who could solely exist for no other purpose than being his, ended with him also wanting to be with someone he could exist for. And god did he feel as though his only purpose for living was because of you. He couldn’t think of anything, - or anyone more important to him than you.

- and he thought you deserved to know that, from the bottom of his heart.

“But guess what, darling?” Ransom asked through a husky whisper, stopping his actions for a moment as he stared deep into your eyes.

“I’m nothing without you too.”

Your eyes widened and you squirmed at the confession, feeling a sense of stimulation come from it alone. While Ransom was in full control, you felt empowered to know Ransom saw himself likewise. You were two lonely, miserable people who had found each other, - in your own special way. What mattered for the both of you was how you were committed to each other, and that was all it took.

He inserted himself and began to rut in, - not so gentle this time. You let out the loudest moan he has ever pulled out of you, and he made your whole body jolt when he didn’t give it a minute to drive himself inside.

He hammered himself into you, not pausing for a moment as pressure began building up in your abdomen. “Oooh!! Harder Ransom! Please!”

“Fuck yeah, you like it when I go rough, don’t you kitten? I fucking knew you would…feels like heaven having my cock deep inside your cunt..”

You pussy throbbed by his words, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you were being overstimulated. Drool started to slip out of your mouth as you had kept your mouth open, a whine easily escaping for each thrust he made.

“Gonna let me cum in your pussy, darling? Wanna be filled up again by me?” He purred the question.

“Y-Yes!” You confessed through a loud whimper. “I want your cum! Please, give it to me!”

His thrusts were going faster by the minute, and you felt as if you would pass out any moment.

“Take my fucking cum. Take it!” Ransom shouted, and you threw your head back with your fingers clawing his back while he got an orgasm out of you.

His hips stuttered and accelerated down until he lied completely still, his cock fully inside as he didn’t hold back anymore.

Ransom unleashed his load inside of you, filling you up for a second time within 24 hours. He didn’t pull out, not wanting to break the connection of your bodies. Instead, he lightly rested his body on top of yours, wanting to stay close to you as you tried to regulate your breaths again.

Your fingers intertwined while Ransom rested his forehead onto yours. His stare was less intense as he was coming down from his high, but it was filled with so much thrive. So much love. You didn’t look away from each other for a long time, -

- Until he rose up by his elbows and reached for the drawer beside the bed, pulling it open and shuffling through its containments, trying to find whatever he was looking for.

A small black box came in the palm of his hand with an expensive brand name on top. He opened it in front of you, - an 8 karat diamond ring came to view. He carefully took it out and put your hand into his, inserting the ring onto your index finger.

Nothing had to be said as Ransom earned a smile from you, happy tears already forming in your eyes.

Note from author: And that concludes the ‘good intent’ saga! Took a while to come with the final part but I hope it was worth the wait! Thank you for reading!

Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated! <3

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone who doesn't like the following: kissing, making out in public, Charlie might be a lil OOC, just a lil, but there's no sexual intercourse so yay!! the kids can stay for this one.. There is just a teeny tiny hint in here that Robbie might've been onto Charlie when the killings started and it's there for a potential reason . writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt - costumes ( the bonus blurbs )

character | fandom - charlie walker | scream series

reader | original character - female reader, Riley!reader & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 1.4k

tagging - < taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . Kirby plays a little matchmaker. Charlie likes your costume and after a lil public make out, decides to take you back to his place..✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

❝ Isn’t it a little crass? I mean people are here dressed like the psycho.❞ you’re standing in the corner of the Stab-A-Thon after party with a black plastic cup in your right hand as your eyes dart around the thickening crowd that still lingers in the old movie theater.

Kirby nudges you in the side and nods to your classmate, Charlie. ❝ He used to be obsessed with me, remember? He hasn’t spoken to me in over two weeks now. It’s been really peaceful.❞ she laughs when she says it. You find yourself pinned by a pair of high def baby blues and you raise the cup to your lips, taking a thoughtful sip.

Kirby’s still blathering on about her latest conquest, some fuckboy frat brother from State, and you’re pretending to listen but you’re not hearing a word. And everything going on around you both is just faded, it becomes background noise til it’s totally gone.

You don’t even realize you’ve been staring for the better part of five minutes until one of Kirby’s friends wanders over and clears her throat, snapping her fingers in your face. As Kirby follows your gaze, she smirks to herself and speaks up after taking a sip from her cup. ❝ Let’s go circulate, Em.. Leave __ to hold up the wall for a little while.❞

The pair of teenage girls exchange looks and wander away and you’re content to go back to people watching. You’ve just turned away to get yourself some more heavily spiked punch from the big glass bowl sat on the table when you hear a throat clear from behind you.

You whirl around, red punch sloshes out of your cup and right onto the front of Charlie Walker’s favorite plaid button up. You swear under your breath and grab for napkins as you apologize profusely and try to use the napkins to mop up the stain. Charlie’s standing taller, he normally slouches, normally, he doesn’t care to be noticed.

But he’s done everything he can think of lately where you’re concerned and not a single thing has worked. If you’re ever alone with him, you’re quick to bolt, you barely speak or there’s this thick tension that settles in and threatens to choke him to death.

But when Kirby wandered over earlier, she seemed determined to think he should give it another shot, yet again. Some bullshit about the way you’re always staring at him. Or you volunteer for things that honestly don’t interest you at all, like say, Film Club.. It all went in one ear and right out the other but now that he’s standing in front of you, it’s playing over and over again in his head like a broken record on repeat.

Your hands are shaking just a little as you frown to yourself. The stain isn’t budging, if anything, it’s spreading. You want to disappear into the floor, this wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t have such a crush on the older boy that you turn into a total nervous wreck when he’s around.

Charlie chuckles quietly. Wordlessly, he unbuttons the shirt and ties it around his waist, leaving him in a white tank top. You nearly choke on the gum you’re chewing at the sight of biceps that stay perpetually hidden away by the oversized tees and button downs that Charlie seems to favor.

He steps up into you, your lower back meets the edge of the snack table with a soft smack. He’s patting you between the shoulders and you finally manage to clear the chewed gum out of your airways enough to breathe again, laughing softly at yourself for being so easily flustered.

❝ You’re new, right? I think we have 3rd together.. And you joined Film Club last week too.. Didn’t you? I thought I saw you at the last meeting when Trae was being such a fuckin dick and tryin to scare you..❞ he knows damn well you’re in that class and Film Club, same as he knows the rest of your schedule like the back of his hand. You’re the daughter of horror royalty. Or so rumor has it you’re the daughter of Tatum Riley, one of the OG victims. Because it’s the only theory that makes any sense. Why else would Officer Riley leave town and return from a much needed vacation with a teenager who just happens to bear an eerie resemblance to the sister he lost years before?

Not to mention, he thinks to himself, she’s a fucking knockout.

❝ Yeah.❞ you mutter quietly. When your tongue drags over the outline of your mouth, Charlie’s fist clenches and he has to fight back a whimper. The same as every single time you wear those little skirts or sundresses to class and you constantly uncross and recross your legs the whole damn time.

❝ Have you been interviewed for the video yearbook yet?❞ he’s in charmer mode now, baby blues flit over a racy little black cat costume and the way the dress of it is not only short, it’s tight enough to fit like a second skin. ❝ No, I haven’t.❞ you mumble your answer in a daze, falling quiet again just so you don’t make things super awkward or say something dumb.

He chuckles quietly and nods to the black cat costume you’re wearing for the night. ❝ Cute costume. You know black cats are bad luck though, right?❞

You laugh and shake your head. ❝ Bullshit! That’s only if they cross your path.❞ and you’re not stupid, you’re starting to become aware of the fact that your current hallway crush is flirting. Hard. So maybe this encourages your decision to flirt back. Harder. You step up to him and bite your lip, your head tilted to stare up at him as you drag a finger over the front of his tank top.

Charlie can’t stop the quiet whimper when it comes. You giggle softly and speak up again, ❝ Now if a black cat chooses you, Charlie…❞ you muse thoughtfully as your hand curls in the front of his tank top and you melt into him even more, ❝ that’s actually good luck.❞

He steps up into you even closer. He thinks that he’ll go overboard, you’ll get skittish like you seem to with the other boys, so he’s shocked when instead of you rushing away -saving your own life, he thinks to himself, you’re all batting lashes and soft, velvety voice as your nose grazes against the tip of his and you mumble softly, ❝ You gonna kiss me or not, Charlie Walker?❞

Baby blue eyes widen and he nearly chokes on his own drink. Then he smirks and the plastic cup finds a space on the snack table at your back as he leans in just a little closer, big hands squeezing at your soft and curvy little body as his mouth makes a determined march towards your own. ❝ Didn’t know you wanted me to, _ Riley..❞ is mumbled soft against your lips as his tongue parts them,dominating your own.

Your hands catch in his ponytail and you pull it free. The kiss deepens and Charlie’s hands settle on your ass, squeezing as he lifts you just enough to sit you on a clear spot on the table, stepping between your legs as his hands roam over your body. You’re clumsily rubbing yourself against him and when your mouth strays first, he’s whimpering ❝ Fuck.❞ under his breath as he leans down into you heavily. The kiss breaks and he smirks a little because your red lipstick is smeared. You’re still working on catching your breath, clinging to his body as you laugh softly to yourself.

❝ You uh.. Interested in a private showing of the extended version of Stab? At my house?❞ Charlie asks against the shell of your ear as you giggle and lean into him again to whisper against his ear, ❝ Very. Can we like.. Can we leave now? Pretty please?❞

He scoops you off the table and as he’s carrying you out the door, Robbie stops him. ❝ Dude, you’re blowing off the after party?❞

But you’re squirming in his arms and nipping at his neck and quite frankly, Charlie only hung out this long because he was working up the nerve to try and approach you again in the first place, so he chuckles as he nods at Robbie’s question. ❝ Gonna have my own after party, Mercer.❞

Robbie’s hand rests against the back of his head and as he watches the two of you walk out the door together, he laughs to himself and shakes his head. ❝ Yeah, there’s no way Trevor’s right about Charlie being one of the killers this time. The idiot’s been too busy chasing Officer Riley’s niece all over town since she moved here…❞

#charlie walker #charlie walker fanfiction #charlie walker fic #charlie walker x reader #charlie walker x riley!fem reader #charlie walker x y/n #charlie walker x you #( ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ʟɪsᴛ ✔)#lazyghoulskinktober2023 #( ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏɴᴜs ʙʟᴜʀʙs )

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saltyseagoat83 · 4 months

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oh girl you know I wanna know everything you can share about your Eleven/Gareth fic 😜

lol I know 😝

Okay. Here's what I've got for the overall plot for this one.

This one is set post-season 4. Vecna was successfully defeated. Sullivan and his goons were made to disappear, and higher ups decided to leave El tf alone after Vecna. Eddie survives, and Steve uses family connections to get his name cleared and charges pinned on Jason. The Byers clan plus (obviously) El remain in Hawkins aside from Joyce, Hopper, Jonathan, and Argyle going back to see what can be salvaged from the California house.

Mike starts getting back on his bullshit as things start calming down, and El... with some gentle encouragement from Nancy and Robin, and less gentle very fucking blunt encouragement from Max and Erica... permadumps his ass which makes him go into 'sulky little bitch poor me' mode. Erica, Dustin, and Lucas introduce El and Will to the rest of Hellfire. Instant liking, Eddie immediately adopts El and Will whether they join Hellfire or not. Some sparkage with Gareth and El. Will is a little salty at first over how Dustin, Mike, and Lucas had so readily joined the club when they didn't want to play D&D with him at all the previous summer but joins up anyway... after apologies from Dustin and Lucas b/c Mike's a brat and wouldn't acknowledge his wrongdoing. El is more hesitant when she's invited to try it out too because Mike lied to her yet again at some point prior when she expressed interest and told her D&D was only for boys (which made no sense to her because 'boy' vs 'girl' toys/play etc were never a thing at the lab). When she learns of the lie, she decides to join in out of spite. Mike is predictably a little shit about it, but it's okay because Eddie banishes him from Hellfire as soon as he finds out about the lie, until Mike gets his head out of his ass and makes amends.

Gareth increasingly dislikes Mike the more he learns little by little about how he treated El during their relationship and is determined to woo her and show her how a guy ought to treat a girl, especially one he's romantically interested in. He'd take his time, not wanting to rush her into anything like Mike did, and wanting to develop a solid friendship before actively pursuing her romantically. And El wants to show Gareth she appreciates it all and is interested in him too and starts reciprocating little by little in her own way, with advice from Joyce, Eddie, and Nancy mainly, and a bit from Robin, Steve, and Dustin. [Because we know Max isn't the sappy type, and Erica's got zero interest in dating anyone that we know of.] Not sure yet exactly how Gareth will find out about El's superpowers, but when he does he'll think it's the coolest thing ever and never make her feel like even a little bit of a monster/freak/abnormal about them. Ofc he'd keep the secret too, because he'd want to help her stay safe as best he can.

#stranger things #gareth x eleven #eleth #gareven

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mieohmy · 2 years

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sticky situations | prologue.

PAIRING: spiderman! mark lee x sidekick! afab reader

GENRE: superhero! au, f2ls, romance, action, SLOW BURN, angst, fluff, humor

WORD COUNT: 8.2k

NOTES: profanity, depictions of violence, weapons, blood/injuries, all around obliviousness, not proofread im sorry i write at like the peak of dawn

SUMMARY: you never thought you’d be partners in crime with the red and blue spandex wearing hero who is not only your friend mark, but also the guy you secretly have a crush on.

author’s note: hihi! for the first time i decided to write a prologue for one of my upcoming wips (mainly bc it would be too long if i included all the backstory into the original fic lmao) anyways this serves as a sort of teaser so hopefully its alright :) - jae

all throughout highschool, you didn’t really classify your life to be ‘exciting’. you lived in one of the biggest and busiest cities in the country and yet no long lasting love interests, cutthroat drama between your friends, not even a social life to begin with. you supposed it was your choice, after all. you were the one who chose a simple and mundane life and now you had to stick with it.

the pace didn’t really pick up until you turned eighteen and obtained an internship at the newly reformed octavius industries. it was your choice to go into the stem-based field and you did not regret it one bit. the environment was always friendly and you felt normal- as normal as a human doing whatever they wanted to do could be. and surprisingly, it wasn’t hard to form a friend group among the other interns who had similar aspirations (and social anxiety) as you.

lee donghyuck was the first person you met at the labs. entering the company as interns together on the first day, you classified him as the annoyingly bright guy that needed to fucking chill sometimes- and he agreed when you told him that. next was chenle and jisung. they were the two peas in a pod and to be honest, they needed to chill more than donghyuck. nevertheless, they were a breath of fresh air in your stress-filled life.

last but certainly not least, was mark lee. you won’t lie, at first you struggled to connect with him. he was already close friends with donghyuck, chenle, and jisung from high school, so you were actually the newcomer. it wasn’t anything like he gave off ‘weird vibes’ to you, mark was just a lot quieter than the other guys and you didn’t know as much about him. when you asked jisung, that boy just shrugged and said he started acting like that about a year ago but the subject was touchy so they dropped it. apparently, it’s been fine ever since.

to you, mark was just the mysterious guy with a secret. oh for sure, that man was hiding things from the rest of you and you especially were determined to figure out whatever it was. all those cuts and scraps decorating his knuckles and face that came from his “hobby” when you questioned him, yeah no- you didn’t believe any of that bullshit.

and yet, your group just worked. you got closer with all of them- to the point where you actually considered them your friends. they were the people forced to suffer with your 10 cups of coffee everyday (a joke, mostly) and constant, “wait a second, i need to pee.”

it wasn’t for a couple of months into your internship that something shifted. for starters, you had the energy to greet everyone at the lab that certain day. after scanning your badge to enter your assigned lab, you grab a pair of gloves and slip them on.

“hey, y/n,” a voice greets out of nowhere and you almost jump. placing a hand on your now pounding chest, you turn to see mark.

“oh my gosh, mark,” you call out, “you fucking scared me.”

he giggles and you eventually find yourself letting out a small smile too. “my bad,” he apologizes, and you can’t help but note the dark circles under his eyes. he had them on occasion, but you thought yours were bad, and the more you looked the more it seemed like mark was staying up most if not all nights. even more than you- and that was saying a lot.

conversation comes easily, even when the rest of the guys hadn’t shown up yet. “those lazy butts can’t even set an alarm? pathetic,” you murmur while peering down into the microscope.

“i know. they’re always late when we plan group hangouts as well,” he remarks. “oh! and that reminds me, are we still on for that new movie?“

you hum. “that depends on if it’s good or not… and if the others are willing to suffer through another shitty movie. i don’t mind, though.”

you can’t see, but mark smiles unconsciously. “yeah, you’ll just fall asleep if it’s that bad. just like last time.”

you let out a snarky laugh, recalling when you went to watch a film called freaky handshake or something like that. man, you swear it was filmed by two guys who were bored and created the whole plot in less than an hour.

when the five of you went to watch it at the theater, you ended up passing out in the first ten minutes. it wasn’t your fault you were already feeling sleepy when the ads were playing before the start of the movie. mark was kind enough to place his jacket over you, you remember fondly.

focusing back on the specimens you were studying in front of you, you look up at mark. he’s busy dropping a clear liquid on the glass swatch. you politely ask said person to pass you the dropper when he’s finished and he nods. when he hands you it, your fingers touch for a split second and you jolt slightly at the almost electric feeling. first of all, where were mark’s gloves? and second of all, was it just you who felt that? glancing at him, he seems to be unbothered as he continues his work and you’re left to fumble over his lingering warmth.

that’s weird.

so one lovely afternoon, perhaps a week later, mark takes a seat next to you at one of the empty tables with a friendly smile and your stomach actually flutters. maybe it was just the food you ate earlier, you brush it off. but the fact that he chose to sit next to you instead of across from you, or at any other empty table makes your thoughts wander.

over the course of the next week, you can’t help it when linger your eyes on him- when he shrugs on his lab coat, when he loses his goggles and you have to remind him that they’re on his head, when he…

shit. why mark of all people?

what in the actual world, you thought yourself to be way closer with donghyuck than mark. you thought you were perfectly content just being friends. in fact, you weren’t even searching to be in a relationship- especially not one with a co-worker. your only goals were getting enough sleep to survive the next day and working hard at the lab (which so kindly paid you for your internship), so why did mark have to get in the way? you just prayed that the others didn’t notice your sudden weird behavior.

what are feelings and why do they suck? you didn’t want to do anything about it because, to be frank, you were a coward. if mark didn’t like you back- which is what you believed to be true because you didn’t get any of those vibes from him- then it would be so awkward if and when he rejected you. you didn’t want to mess up your good friendship as it was and for the rest of the group as well.

walking into the building one fall morning, you overhear people talking about the news last night. you frown at the recalling of events, it sucked to turn on the tv and see a failed bombing attempt at brooklyn bridge. apparently, a number of escaped convicts stole firearms and took it upon themselves to start chaos on the bridge. it took spiderman and the police to finally get the situation in control. but still, you shivered at the idea of the bridge possibly collapsing with all those civilians still there.

strolling into the employees lounge with a fresh cup of coffee, you tap donghyuck on the head. “what’s up, loser?”

he spins around and his eyes fall on the object in your hand. “let me guess, number four?” you softly smack him on the head as he lets out a sound in protest. “it’s my first, thank you very much.”

you pause, taking a sip as you glance around. “where’s jisung and chenle?”

“they went to the lab first,” he answers dutifully. “and mark?” you ask with a frown.

he sends you a look and you stick your tongue out in retaliation. donghyuck doesn’t say anything though, only answering your question with a shrug.

mark didn’t show up for the whole day. you found yourself wondering what happened to him, if it had anything to do with the almost accident last night. was he stuck on that bridge when it happened and needed to recover the day after? ugh, you hated how much you spent the day worrying about him.

as you leave work to get home that night, you send mark a quick text asking if he‘s alright. as you turn the corner, shutting your phone off because it was new york and you were alone by yourself at night, you keep an eye out. some of the stuff you were lucky enough not to be involved in but witnessed… you shivered.

all of a sudden, a body comes flying out of the store in front of you, completely shattering the glass with a horribly loud sound. you let out a silent scream, hand raising up to cover your mouth as you attempt to discover more about the situation.

spiderman comes flying out a few seconds after, shooting what you think are his webs at the guy and effectively trapping him.

you stare, as still as a statue as spiderman finishes his task successfully and swings off into the night, leaving who you guess attempted to rob the poor store webbed up for the cops to handle.

shaking, you take a few seconds to recover before taking another safer route home, one with more people and less glass windows.. what the actual fuck.

straight up, you didn’t really care for spiderman. sure, you admired his efforts to stop crime and help the city. but all his crypticness got on your nerves a bit and you kinda sorta wished spiderman would stop popping in and out before disappearing again as per usual. but who cared about your opinion, you were just a random civilian in a mid-life crisis.

mark shows up the next day at work like nothing happened. his sheepish response to your text the day before was that he had a weird one-day cold, and didn’t want to spread it to anyone. obviously, you knew he was lying but you had no choice but to accept it in the moment. one day, you promise with resolve, you’ll find out more about what that man’s hiding.

even with all his “manly” mysteriousness, you still liked mark. you just didn’t get it. it was just mark. just the same awkward mark who makes the worst jokes at all the wrong moments and is too scared (or too much of a softie to admit it) to kill a fly. as the weeks passed, your feelings only grew stronger- and not weaker as you desperately hoped. and luckily, the only one who seemed to notice something was going on with you was donghyuck, but everyone knew he said the most random shit at times, so thank goodness no one believed a word of out his mouth.

“i’m heading out, bye guys!” after packing up your stuff, you start to head for the exit after a long day at work.

“wait!” a familiar voice calls out, and you abruptly stop. mark catches up to you, handing you your jacket, and your eyes widen.

“oh no, did i leave it? thank you mark,” you grin gratefully. “yeah yeah, no problem.”

he scratches his head. “oh, and be careful going home. the crime reports at night have been rising lately…”

you nod, feeling a warm sensation fill you. “i will. be safe too.” you could always count on mark to be the caring and thoughtful one.

as the door shuts behind you, you don’t notice mark quickly say his goodbyes to head out as well. as you stroll down the cracked sidewalks of new york, you note the chilly weather. it’s been getting colder lately, you frown.

looking up at the night sky, you see a flash of red and blue pass by. immediately you can recognize the pattern. it was strange, after witnessing spiderman at work that one day, you noticed how often you saw him after that. especially at night when you walked home alone, most times when you really stopped to study your surroundings, you swear you would spot him. whether it be out of the corner of your eye or passing by right in front of you, just out of normal speaking distance, spiderman was always there.

but you never thought you’d have a face to face encounter with the spiderman. on a nice cool saturday, you went walking out to meet up with your science gang for dinner.

when you hear the oncoming noise of police sirens, you feel the hairs on your arm raise. from somewhere in front of you, sounds of hushed clamor and commotion fill the air. you can’t see much due to a crowd of civilians in front of you, and you determinedly push past to observe the scene.

it seems you were too late. the police were there and lingering effects of smoke fill your senses. but out of nowhere, a slim figure swings out of nowhere. pleased cheers arise from the crowd around you, and you realize it’s spiderman.

he speaks to the police for a brief moment before turning to the crowd. you study him up close for the first time, his build and gestures. he turns to the crowd, and you don’t pay enough attention to what he says because his voice is so familiar?

perhaps not exactly, but the way he spoke reminded you of someone you couldn’t put your finger on. your thoughts are cut off when you realize his eyes are on you (or at least with his mask on you think he was looking at you) and you look around to see that most of the crowd has dissipated while you stood there like an idiot.

“are you alright, miss?” he speaks with a slight tone of worry, and you blink, startled. you weren’t expecting him to acknowledge you, let alone talk to you.

the only thing that can come out of your mouth is, “is your suit really spandex?”

he softly laughs and that laugh makes you frown. it’s slightly muffled but you think it sounds somewhat like-

“that’s a first. to answer your question, yes and no? it’s actually made up of biogenetically modified synthetic fiber, so i don’t know if you know what that means- wait no, i wasn’t trying to assume your intelligence- um, l-let’s just say a special kind of spandex?”

gaping, you can only nod in response. since when did spiderman sound so awkward? that wasn’t even a word but it’s the only one you could use to describe him attempting to talk to you about that ‘cool’ suit of his.

“sorry about that…” you think you hear a hint of embarrassment in his voice and almost chuckle. he cocks his head before asking you for the time. when you respond, he groans, “ah, i gotta go. maybe ill see you around, miss…?”

you fumble, “uhh, y/n’s fine?” why in the world was he asking for your name?

he clicks his tongue, “nice to meet you then, y/n.” in a split second, he’s up and gone. just like that.

you stand there, staring at the spot he was just in for a few seconds. then you curse. shit, you’re going to be late.

you arrive at mick’s diner 15 minutes late. after getting caught up in spiderman stuff, you ran to the nearest subway station in hopes of making it on time and obviously, you didn’t. huffing and puffing, you push past the door and look for your friends.

chenle’s the first to spot you and raise a hand in your direction. the rest follow his action to you with curious eyes.

“there’s our sleeping beauty,” donghyuck teases and you scowl, sliding into the booth next to jisung. “funny, but this time i didn’t fall asleep. just got caught up in some stuff.”

“stuff?” mark inquires. you cough, “yeah. nothing important.” glancing down at the menu, you fail to notice his tiny frown.

“anyways,” chenle speaks up, “now that you’re here we can discuss who’s going to present to doyoung for our next monthly update.”

a series of groans follow, including yours. you steal a sip of jisung’s water before replying, “i did it last time so it’s not going to be me.”

jisung sighs in disappointment. “when is it, anyways?”

“the sixteenth,” mark affirms. jisung’s eyes widen, “shoot, i can’t be there that day. can you guys cover for me?”

you glance at him, “what’s going on?”

“it’s my mom’s birthday. can’t miss it, you know..” he says sheepishly. donghyuck nods then. “alright. it’s between chenle and mark.”

chenle sits up indignantly. “what? why not you?”

donghyuck leans back in his chair with a relaxed grin. “it’s also my mom’s birthday.”

you start off with narrowed eyes, “you fucking liar don’t-“ and you stop yourself abruptly. “wait, that’s right. your mom and jisung’s mom share a birthday.”

the table sits in silence for a few seconds.

jisung clears his throat. “i guess it’s up to rock paper scissors to decide.” mark and chenle glance at each other. within a few seconds, the loser is clear. chenle lets out a dolphin-like shriek in happiness.

mark looks around the table nervously, “wait guys, i really don’t think you should choose so hastily, maybe we should choose a back up person in case i can’t make it-“

donghyuck shakes his head in disapproval, “nope, nope. sorry but we’ve never done that before. that’s your problem, bro.”

you know what he means. mark’s always been like that. you wouldn’t describe him as flaky, but he was indeed like that. sometimes he would right next to you and then the next second he was gone without a single word. most of the time, there was no definite reason and if you did happen to ask, he say some dumb excuse on why he had to leave. it happened so much that you supposed everyone got used to it, regardless of how much he apologized after.

it didn’t mean mark wasn’t trustworthy. in fact, he was incredibly hardworking and studious. he did all his work with the rest of the group and showed up on important days, which is what mattered the most. (yet you still wondered what made you fall for him.)

“it’s alright mark,” you smile comfortingly. “i bet we can pull something together if you can’t make it.” chenle opens his mouth to protest but you shut him down with a glare.

“if the rest of us got caught up in something, i know you would come through.” mark shoots you a disgustingly sweet smile before reaching over the table and squeezing your hand in thanks, sending a jolt down your spine. the other boys share looks, which you pointedly ignore.

“you’re the best, y/n. you’re such a great friend, unlike some other guys i know,” he jokes but suddenly you don’t find it funny.

friend?

· • —– ٠ ⧗ ٠ —– • ·

at your apartment, you spend your (rare) free days lounging around and binging shows. but after that one encounter, you couldn’t resist a google search. who knew what the internet would pull up about spiderman?

as you scroll down the search results, there’s doesn’t seem to be much on him. except for the fact that he saved countless lives and the authorities either seem to love or despise him. is there nothing about his personal life? the true identity of the spandex wearing hero?

you stay up investigating (a normal for you, anyways) but there’s not much you can gather. maybe it’s a project you’ll have to investigate in your own free time.

funny, how spiderman intrigued you. literally like two days ago, you cared less about him. but after seeing him in person, there was something off. you couldn’t pinpoint a certain thing like you usually could in test results and experiments- it’s almost like everything was so indistinct about him.

you enter the building with an already half-drunk cup of coffee. your results yesterday night or rather this morning, proved to be fruitless, so you put your side project away for now.

time to focus on more important stuff… like your team’s latest experiment. why jisung chose amoeba and the rest of you listened to him, you have no clue.

while examining the latest specimen through your lens, you reach out for the next vial when mark lets out a tiny shout of your name. it’s too late and you partially knock into the beaker of boiling hot water instead of the vial.

immediately, you yelp as some of the water splashes onto you and mark rushes to your side. he grabs your burned hand, and you feel your face growing hotter than your hand that literally just got burned by boiling water a second ago.

“are you alright? how bad does it hurt?” he stares at you with such concern in his eyes, it throws you off. you think someone else asks a question in all the commotion, but you either tuned it out or imagined it.

“oh-um- it doesn’t hurt that much yet,” you mutter helplessly and he frowns while inspecting your hand which was growing increasingly red.

“come on, let’s get some first aid. it’s going to get worse if you don’t treat it quickly.”

stunned by his sudden orders, you allow him to basically drag you out of the lab and to the lounge, leaving the rest of the guys to shake their head in disapproval of your idiocy.

you didn’t even know there was a first aid kit under the kitchen sink, and you make a mental note to tell jisung the next time he causes an accident with that clumsy body of his.

mark focuses intently on treating your burn, and you focus on not internally combusting at the sight of him caring for you. you really shouldn’t take it the wrong way- he literally addressed you as his friend not long ago, but you really couldn’t help it when his face was two inches away from yours.

mark finishes with a light smile and scolding. you look down at the floor, half embarrassed and half ashamed. “i was being stupid and not paying attention to my surroundings… sorry for getting you involved in this,” you gesture to your newly wrapped hand.

he shakes his head firmly. “i should’ve warned you about the hot water beforehand. it’s my responsibility to take care of you. just be careful from now on, alright? you almost gave me a heart attack,” he jokes and you appreciate the switch to a lighter atmosphere.

“not as bad as the time chenle almost set the entire building on fire,” you add and he laughs. fuck, you couldn’t get enough of making him laugh.

you spend the rest of the afternoon in a daze, constantly fiddling with your wrapped arm and wondering how mark learned to treat burns. throughout the day it takes the others several repeats of your name for you to respond, and donghyuck sends you weird looks (which you ignore as usual). this causes you to stay behind for a little to catch up on your work, but you manage to finish soon after the others.

locking the door to your lab, you casually stroll down the hallway before hearing familiar voices. you’re about to turn the corner and join in, but you stop when you pinpoint exactly whose it is.

“i don’t know. i’m just way too busy nowadays.”

mark lee?

“doing what? come on, are you sure? that’s what everyone says but-“

and a fucking piece of sh- you shake your head, donghyuck?

“listen, dude. in my current situation, i will never be in a relationship. i just don’t want one, not now and probably not for a while- maybe even forever.”

standing there and overhearing just the tail end of the conversation, his tone of finality was weird- mark never sounded like that to others, especially to his friends.

and more importantly, the meaning of his words hit you. mark’s single, and he he isn’t interested. not in you, and not in anyone. and there’s a chance that could be forever.

you quietly grab your stuff and leave through the back entrance, not stopping to hear anymore or give your goodbyes to anyone.

· • —– ٠ ⧗ ٠ —– • ·

you think the change in behavior is pretty obvious- to everyone including him.

that night after you overheard mark and donghyuck’s conversation, you stayed up thinking. thinking, more thinking, probably overthinking. you felt numb replaying mark’s words over and over in your head.

honestly, you should’ve expected it. why would mark be interested in you, anyways?

and why were you interested in him? the more you thought about it, the more you tried to convince yourself that you didn’t want to be in a relationship either.

your focus was on your studies, then your work, and it always had been (perhaps that was the problem). your parents raised you with high expectations and you did your best to fulfill them, not get sidetracked by gossiping friends and boys.

you convince yourself that you’re officially on the track to get over mark, even when you know it’s useless.

to help your wounded heart, you build an invisible barrier between you and him. sure, you still talk to him and hang out as friends, but the distance was there and the others saw. even if they did notice, no one said anything. you weren’t actually expecting mark to ask you if he did something wrong, looking disappointed and even a little hurt.

you being you and not ready to tell him the truth, give the lame excuse of being stressed from work and life in general. which, in fact, wasn’t wrong. you had the unhealthy habit of shutting people out when everything got overwhelming.

then the day of monthly presentation shows up, and doyoung wasn’t in a good mood. donghyuck and jisung take the day off, understandably, as faithful sons to their mothers.

it’s just you, chenle, and mark. that was the plan- at least, until mark doesn’t show up at the planned time to present. no mark, no presentation, no excuse.

luckily for your group, chenle was able to make up an impromptu presentation on the spot. it wasn’t good but it was something and you both left feeling somewhat accomplished of your spontaneous work.

the messages sent to mark are left on delivered. you aren’t surprised.

when you go to use the restroom before heading home, you faintly overhear your fellow coworkers mentioning spiderman and a prison breakout, couple of hours earlier- and you wonder if it had anything to do with mark’s disappearance.

it’s only when you leave the building that you see the striking red and blue silhouette perched on the scaffolding next to the oscorp building. what was spiderman doing so close nearby?

most people wouldn’t have spotted him but you realized that you must’ve been gotten so used to seeing him that you subconsciously looked for him every time you left work. suddenly remembering the news from earlier, you clear your throat and approach the masked hero.

“so…. prison outbreak tonight, huh?”

the figure almost starts as if surprised that you noticed him, and you stifle a laugh. “yeah, yeah. it’s all a part of the usual. new york things, you know.” you nod in agreement and spiderman jumps gracefully down to a lower perch, giving you a better view of him.

“hey, um, y/n? right? i remember you from last time.”

your eyes widen in shock, you didn’t expect him to remember you but it leaves a satisfied feeling in your gut. “yes- that’s me. funny seeing you here outside my work place.”

he stiffens. “i-i see. this is where you work?

you examine him in his entirety, never having been so close to spiderman before in the entirety of constantly seeing him on the news and now in front of you. you don’t grasp why you feel so comfortable in his presence.

you look down, shoe scruffing the pavement. “do you, like, always have conversations with random people in the middle of the night?”

“you’re not a stranger,” spiderman protests, “i even know your first name.” he says it so proudly that you allow yourself to let out a laugh.

“you’re cool, unlike some other guys i know,” he jokes and it takes a second to process his words before you feel your heart stop. no fucking way.

no way- it sounded way too familiar to be true. it can’t be.

but you’re really not stupid.

as all the possible conclusions run through your mind, you feel your heart begin to race- you need to get out of there.

you clutch your stomach, suddenly woozy. “i-i need to go,” you weakly stutter, not even caring if he heard or waiting for his response before making a run for it.

· • —– ٠ ⧗ ٠ —– • ·

you can’t sleep.

and you don’t even know how to explain it, it’s like the missing puzzle piece is finally solved. everything finally makes sense now, and you don’t know if you’re relieved or angry or upset or feeling everything all at once.

you sit up for the nth time, probably with horrible bed hair and bloodshot eyes.

mark lee is…

spiderman.

thinking back through everything- from the first day you met him until now, statistically it does make the most sense. it has to be. there’s literally no other explanation or reasoning.

and you hate yourself for figuring it out. after days of convincing yourself that mark wasn’t all that, that he wasn’t worth your time or feelings, that man was out saving the entire city. risking his entire life for people who don’t know and maybe don’t even care about him- people like you. or at least, until you figured out his identity.

unless… it was just a complete strange coincidence. unless it wasn’t true and mark was just a part time asshole. but all the times he was “absent” or when he had all those unexplainable bruises, was it actually spiderman business?

you silently scream, the urge to rip your hair out was so tempting at this point. your poor alarm clock reading 4:32 am acts as witness to your concurrent loss of sanity.

you called bullshit on mark before, you just didn’t expect him to be such a fucking idiot.

now that you know, or you think you know, you’re not quite sure what to do. do you… ask mark? no, you wave away dismissively with your hand- that would be stupid, especially if he wasn’t spiderman.

you decide to pry it out of him. after all, the truth always came out.

even if it was a little harder than expected. not to mention the fact that things were a little rocky between you and him.

“hey guys,” you greet while walking into the laboratory. “still up for movie night? it’s been a while since we’ve all gotten together.”

the boys voice their agreement and you squint. this is your chance.

“what about mark’s place?”

he turns to you, eyebrows raised in slight surprise. “m-mine?” you feign innocence, shrugging with extreme casualness. “i mean, why not? it’s been a really long time since we’ve met at your place.”

jisung nods, “y/n’s right. i don’t even remember the last time we went to mark’s apartment.”

“oh, i dunno. it’s super disorganized and messy… at least give me a chance to clean if you guys want to come over.” he scratches his neck and you let out a breath in disbelief. what was he hiding?

and as much as you tried that night at his place, there were no signs of “spider” activity.

the next couple of days at work, you bring spiderman up randomly, make spiderman jokes-

“no offense y/n but it’s kinda like you’re obsessed with the poor dude. i thought you didn’t like him, what happened?”

you roll your eyes, missing mark stiffening at donghyuck’s statement. “mind your own business, hyuck.” what you really wanted to say was, i think our friend is freaking spiderman.

but every time you brought him up, mark barely even flinched. either he was really good or you were just being an idiot and your hypothesis was far from reality.

you’ve just about given it up and called it a day with your whole spider-mark agenda when you exit from the back door of the building. sometimes you took the back way to avoid traffic (and creeps).

huffing out into the chilly air, you don’t even pay attention to your surroundings until shuffling in front of you catches your eye.

it’s partially hidden by the shadow, but you think you can make out a person-

a shuddering gasp escapes you.

mark, in all his glory, half changed into that familiar red and blue spiderman suit?

you were so shocked you completely disregarded the fact that he was half-naked (and luckily for you it was the top half). the noise that sounded from your mouth alerts him, and he scrambles to face you. it looked too legit to be a fake cosplay.

you gape at him, utterly shocked. no way your guess was actually correct?

mark fumbles for words, while you find yours.

“h-how long has this been going on?” you try to keep your tone even, but you feel your hands shaking. when mark doesn’t reply, only opening his mouth wordlessly and looking helplessly back at you, you cross your arms.

“wow, thanks. great to know.” for some reason, you feel disappointment swirl inside you. you scramble to leave, mind and heart racing probably just as much as his was.

the more you walked further from mark and the longer you thought about it, the more angry and frustrated you got. how long was he going to keep it from you guys? weren’t you- you swallow- weren’t you friends? didn’t he trust you guys?

you wish you could feel angry, but that was never an emotion you directed towards mark lee.

· • —– ٠ ⧗ ٠ —– • ·

the next morning, a lovely saturday morning, your doorbell rings. and it never does.

groaning, you throw on a comfy nyu sweatshirt and attempt to tame your wild hair, you didn’t want to scare the person at the door.

you freeze once you peek through the peephole. well, shoot.

you dash halfway toward the bathroom in hopes of quickly fixing your appearance before thinking, what the hell, this is not the time for that.

sucking in a deep breath, you open the door for the waiting person outside. you start off awkwardly, “hey…. mark.”

why is he here? you can barely function as he shoots you a sheepish smile, gesturing in towards your messy apartment. he lived in the apartment complex a block down from yours, so seeing him wasn’t uncommon. but in your current situation, you didn’t really expect mark to show up on your doorstep.

“y/n- hey- i just, uh, wanted to apologize.” you almost choke. “to me? wait, no, what?”

he firmly places a hand on the doorframe next to you, leaning in like he was trying to trap you but there was plenty of space for you to back up into your place. you feel your heart skip a beat. not now y/n, you scold yourself. “listen, now that you figured…” he hesitates and you swallow,

“now that you know, i realize i owe you an apology.”

you fall still. “im really sorry for not telling you. i haven’t told any of the other guys either, mainly because i’m a coward and didn’t want to see your reactions. but now,” mark shuffles around and his fluffy black hair falls into his eyes, “you know. and i feel a lot better that you do. that, at least someone else does.”

you don’t know what to say. suddenly, you understand him. how hard and scary it must’ve been doing like a five person job as one mere human, constantly in the fight for life or death. you reach for him, softly wrapping your arms around him. you pray he doesn’t notice your pounding heart but knowing mark, he probably did (except he was too nice to tell you).

“it’s okay mark,” you murmur into his shoulder. “i forgive you and i won’t tell anyone if you don’t want. you don’t have to do this alone.” you note the action of his body slightly tensing before relaxing into your touch.

you couldn’t help but stay up that night. just thinking. the fact that mark was glad you knew- you clutch your chest. it was stupid, you shouldn’t get your hopes up. you felt like a lovesick teenager again, having a secret just between the two of you.

what you didn’t realize though, was that mark never planned on telling you. and that was obvious through how he acted towards you after you figured out he was spiderman. it was just that. nothing changed and mark acted as if nothing happened. and you didn’t know what to do. it’s like you raised your expectations to only get crushed again.

you couldn’t even bring it up, ask mark more about his spider activities because he would always give you that “not here, now now” look. you felt like you were stuck in an empty room with no way out. if not now, then when?

you asked him to hang out- no response or the ‘sorry, im busy’. and the rare times mark did accept, he was late. sometimes, didn’t even show. you understood his spiderman duties, but you thought conveyed your trust and support in him. isn’t that what he wanted? someone to lean on, someone to be there for him?

or were you just delusional?

· • —– ٠ ⧗ ٠ —– • ·

you needed some kind of answer, and if mark wasn’t around to spill, you would find the closest person. literally.

tapping your pen on the desk, you turn around in your spinny chair to face the only other person in the room.

“hyuck,” you whisper, tapping his shoulder. he grunts in response. you exhale, “can we talk?”

he doesn’t break focus on the lab reports in front of him, but you can tell he’s paying attention to you by the way his body is slightly turned your way. “depends on what.”

you huff, scooting closer to him. “it’s about mark.” that gets his attention. he sits up straight, eyes narrowing at you. “oh really?”

“not like that,” you respond in exasperation. “don’t you think,” you pause to reevaluate your wording, “that he changed? i’m asking you because you’ve known him way longer than i have, and to be honest i don’t even know him that well.”

donghyuck raises an eyebrow. “um, sure? why are you-“

“don’t ask,” you interrupt, “just please think about it.” he frowns in contemplation, chair squeaking occasionally in his spot.

“i guess he did. maybe around a year or two ago?” you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. he continues, “it wasn’t anything major. mark is still basically the same mark i knew since we were young,” he adds and you nod. “it’s just that a couple of years ago he suddenly- how do i say this- withdrew within himself.”

“you know about the bruises and stuff, but you might not know about his personality. he was still the same, but it felt like he wasn’t always there 100% anymore, you know? all of a sudden he became so private and busy, doing stuff he wouldn’t tell any of us about. he was either constantly late to our plans or didn’t even show up,” donghyuck muses. “and it’s not like we didn’t try to help. mark just insisted he didn’t need anything, it was some personal stuff that he just had to work through. he’s always been like that, brushing off our help.”

“and you guys didn’t question it? maybe, try to like figure out what was going on?” you attempt to act as innocent as possible, shrugging and sending him a seemingly curious look. he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “of course we did try. but that man is so secretive we couldn’t get anything out to him. eventually we just gave up and things are as they are now. he seems okay and we trust him, so...”

you frown unconsciously. then how did you figure it out? to be honest, it didn’t look like mark was that good at hiding it…

you don’t know what to say. a silence fills the air before you clear your throat. “wow, i had no idea. thanks, hyuck.” he shoots you a weird look before nodding.

“no problem, y/n.”

· • —– ٠ ⧗ ٠ —– • ·

feeling nervous, you wait outside mark’s door, laptop and research papers in hand. on the contrary, it wasn’t your choice to work with him, it just randomly ended up with you two working together. ignoring donghyuck’s teasing, you and mark made plans to meet up today and get some work done.

you frown. he hasn’t answered the door, you ring again. and then a third time.

still nothing. you check the time, yeah it’s the right time you agreed to meet up at.

you’re about to knock harder when you hear a sudden clamor, crashing and shuffling sounds coming from inside the apartment. “coming!” you hear mark’s faint voice. he sounded frantic, and tired.

mark opens the door, and you’re greeted by his disheveled appearance. “hey,” he greets, breathless. you want to ask him if it had anything to do with spiderman, but fear holds you back.

“hi?” he invites you in and allows you to get settled on the couch. “are you gonna sit?” you ask, watching him pick up messy tidbits scattered on his floor. “yeah-yeah, give me a sec.”

you open your laptop, starting your work. so far, things seem to be natural between you two and you’re not complaining. soon, mark sits across from you. thirty minutes go by, and when mark shifts for the hundredth time in his spot you let out an irritated sigh and shut your laptop screen.

“how long are you going to pretend you’re okay?”

mark’s head shoots up, his large eyes blinking back at you. “w-what?”

shaking your head, you get up and stalk over to him. caught off guard, mark only watches as you softly place a hand on his chest and he lets out the tiniest hiss.

your eyes flash. “you may be a good spiderman but you’re not a good actor, lee.”

“im fine-“ he starts off, but you shoot a look and he shuts up. you soften, scooting a bit closer. “what happened, mark?”

he grimaces. “do you really want to see? i didn’t have much time since i kind of forgot you were supposed to com-“

you cut him off by asking for the location of a first aid kit. you assumed he had one, and of course you were right. letting out a sigh, you ask him to take off his shirt. you didn’t know much about first aid but…

“whoa- are you sure? it’s not-“

“just do it mark. you’re obviously in pain and im trying to help you.”

hesitantly and slowly, mark peels off his shirt with your assistance. you barely hold back a gasp at the deep gash across his chest, decorated with bruises of all colors.

“m-mark, who did this to you?”

he winces a bit at your touch, “i’ve been through worse, and really it’s best not to ask.” you help him lay down on the small couch, the fact that he was shirtless (and to be frank, ripped) was the last thing in your mind as you raced to figure out to treat it.

while cleaning the wound, you couldn’t help but let curiosity win the upper hand. “does this happen every time? and you treat it yourself?”

mark shifts. “…yeah. sometimes it’s not as bad, and sometimes it’s worse. it always heals fast though,” he reassures.

you shake your head in disbelief. “but still, how do you do this? and by yourself?”

he lets out a groan when you touch a sensitive part, and you quickly act to soothe him.

“it’s hard,” he whispers some time after. “it’s a lot and i honestly don’t know how im doing it still. by now, i thought i would be de-“

“don’t say that,” you speak up sharply. he falls silent and you focus on treating the minor cuts and bruises last.

without any prompting, mark tells you the whole story. how he got started working at oscorp, how he got bit and started as spiderman. you stay there and listen, through all of it.

it’s not until hours later with lots of reassurance from mark and his supposed advanced healing? that you can finally get him to his bed and rest, wiping the sweat from his head and yours too.

you sit at his side for a little, just watching the rise and fall of his chest. “i said this before, but you’re not alone.”

he glances at you. “im here, and i can help. willingly,” you insist. he frowns, “what are you saying, y/n?”

you look around his room, seeing all his tech and data sprawled across the walls and all over the floor. so this is what it was like being spiderman. “i can help you. like, im pretty good at computer hacking and data...” you trail off, unconfident. mark tries to sit up but you won’t allow him.

“mark, it’s clear you can barely do this alone. think about it, i could help you on the sidelines. obviously not in action because there’s no way i could do what you do, but wouldn’t it make what you do much easier? just like in the movies, isn’t there always like a sidekick?”

he furrows his eyebrows. “are you trying to-?“ you look away, the sudden confidence fading.

“no way, y/n! this is completely different, it’s not like the movies at all. being spiderman is a dangerous job, and im not going to get you involved in it!”

you look away, clutching the edge of his bedsheets. “it’s really late and i have to go now. but mark, please think about it,” you offer before slipping away.

you had no clue why you offered that. you never even thought of that before, it just kind of popped up in your head and came from your mouth without you realizing it. mark was right, it was stupid. why would you ever want to be spiderman’s sidekick?

but the more you thought about it, the more you wanted to do it. you were the only one that knew about his secret, his struggles. you wanted to help him- help the people of new york.

you didn’t want to be one of those people on the sidelines anymore, only watching and never doing.

· • —– ٠ ⧗ ٠ —– • ·

mark thought you dropped the subject. he saw you at work the next day, as if nothing happened. he felt a lot better, thanks to you- even if he spent most of the night staying up due to what you said yesterday.

mark believed you were actually crazy. who in their right mind would want to be a sidekick, much less of him, spiderman?

he brushed it off, but you didn’t. at lunch, you brought it up. whenever it was just the two of you, you asked him. and every time, he said no. it was getting annoying. you kept coming up with more and more reasons for you to help mark. to be frank, you were too smart for your own good.

“listen y/n, no matter how foolproof you think your plan is, the risk is just too big,” mark emphasizes. he was getting tired of putting up a fight against you, and he was tired of how stubborn you were.

you cross your arms. “but i thought of all the backup plans. if i stay in a safe place with access to help and turn off all tracking devices used to locate me.” mark pinches his nose bridge.

“since when were you so technologically advanced?”

“since when were you?” you counter. smiling, you pull up data on your phone and show it to him. “at your place that night, i might’ve snooped through some of your spider tech and analyzed it.”

his eyes practically bulge. “you what?”

you shrug innocently. “it was really cool, the software was nothing like i’ve seen before, but i have some ideas. only….” you draw on, “if you let me help you.”

it was only then that mark learned you never stopped until you got what you wanted.

· • —– ٠ ⧗ ٠ —– • ·

“what do you think?”

you sit at the makeshift desk, a messy and dysfunctional one, but at least it worked. you watch the big screen, following the familiar icon.

“…it’s not so bad.” the voice grudgingly sounds through. you grin. “great! you can hear me. oh, and take the next left around the block. i think there’s some sort of incident on the corner- some reckless guys with guns.”

you hear unfamiliar sounds, probably mark swinging through the air as spiderman. you would never understand how he got used to that. “not too shabby, y/l/n.”

“does that mean it’s official?” you basically tremble in your seat, holding your breath in anticipation.

there’s a pause on the line. albeit the reluctance in his tone, you can almost see the smile on mark’s face, underneath the mask. “i guess so.”

you can’t help but silently cheer in your seat, feeling the excitement coarse through your veins.

“im ready if you are, partner.”

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darthstitch · 1 year

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the end of the fairy tale

Let's talk about Nada.

So, for those who haven't read the comics, I'm going to say it now, even if the comics were already released 30-odd years ago, okay? SPOILERS. MAJOR SPOILERS. VERY LIKELY THE PLOT OF SANDMAN SEASON 2.

There.

The second thing I am going to say is this: THIS DOES NOT EXCUSE/EXONERATE DREAM OF THE ENDLESS FROM ANY OF HIS SHITTY ACTIONS. BECAUSE THEY WERE REALLY, REALLY HORRIBLE. HEINOUS. CRUEL. HE WAS A FUCKING IDIOT.

Look, I love the fucking idiot, okay? But yeah, the day I read that particular part in the comics was the day I absolutely wished I could reach into that world and shake him into sense. Like, DREAM, YOU MORON, YOU COME BACK HERE AND FIX THIS RIGHT THIS INSTANT GODDAMNIT. YOU FUCKING KNOW BETTER THAN THIS.

Thankfully, Death took care of that for me, in true Pinay Ate fashion.

Buckle up kids, here we go.

In the comics, Queen Nada was the first love interest that we see for Dream of the Endless. At least, the first that we knew of, since Endless Nights wasn't going to be written and published until years later.

It plays out like a classic myth, that tribal people tell each other, as part of a rite of passage for their youth. Queen Nada is the beautiful queen of a great and ancient city somewhere in Africa. She falls in love with a handsome and mysterious man. Despite multiple warnings and obstacles in her way, she goes on a quest to find Mr. Mystery and she eventually does find him.

It's worth noting that Dream here is again shown to be different from the usual pale, white, ghostly dude that we know. We're reminded that the Dream we see as a "default" is based on our perceptions. He appears as an eldritch godlike being, all flame and majesty to the Martian Manhunter.

To Nada, he is a beautiful young man of her own race but alas, when she finds him, she realizes that he's not a mortal. She recognizes him for what he is and is terrified, because to love an Endless is to court disaster. It's forbidden.

I won't recount the whole tale, but suffice it to say, that Dream eagerly pursues her once he's figured out that she's madly in love with him. She tries to run away but eventually she gives into Dream and they have this one incredible night of passion. But because she apparently broke this taboo, her kingdom is completely destroyed.

Dream tries to offer her the Queenship of the Dreaming, but obviously, that's not going to fly with Nada, who's absolutely broken that all of her innocent people had to pay the price for her foolish passions and love. She chooses to kill herself and while Dream still tries to persuade her to spend her afterlife with him, she refuses.

And that's why he sends her to hell. It takes about 10,000 years, but after Desire needles him (as usual) and Death points out (in a gentler fashion) that he'd behaved abominably, Dream decides to do the right thing and get her out of hell. It helps that he's just experienced imprisonment as well (we'd later learn that this has happened twice) and after some shenanigans, he does set her free.

Dream awkwardly attempts to apologize and he ends up getting rightfully smacked in the face, because, Dream, you moron, that's not how you say sorry. OMG.

DASURV.

This is one of the reasons why Tom Sturridge's Morpheus took me a little off guard. His apology to Lucienne and his closure with Calliope are leagues away from this, where he shows a lot more empathy, sensitivity and maturity. I'm looking forward to seeing how the show is going to handle that moment, since they've been doing such a great job of adapting and making changes to the source material while still staying true to the spirit of the entire saga.

But I digress. Dream does really make it right with Nada and she gets to reincarnate and live her new life, finally free of all the bullshit.

For a long time, I had wondered how Dream of the Endless could've been so cruel and petulant and capricious. I did understand that The Sandman wasn't a classic "hero" tale where the lead character would make the "right" choice every time. Dream does change and grow and develop for the better over the course of the series, which is why it's so heartbreaking to lose him in the end, just when it seems he's finally getting his shit together.

And then I read Endless Nights and I finally understood.

Poor Nada was basically Dream's rebound love from the disaster that was Killala of the Glow.

Killala was a trainwreck in the making. From the comics, it seemed like Dream had been the one who did the courting, dazzling and wooing her. She's into it, but she doesn't seem to understand Dream's real nature and it's fairly clear that she's attracted to Dream and very much charmed, but it's Dream who's fallen hard and fast for her.

It's also worth noting that the restriction against loving mortals was not yet in place. It's Killala who causes that restriction to happen. Given that she falls in love with the star of her own solar system, it's significant that the one who doles out punishment for Nada falling in love with Dream and consummating that love is our sun.

I honestly think that Killala and Dream would've still broken up, even without Desire's meddling, but it might have happened gradually, over time and Dream might have learned a far more different, gentler lesson in loving mortals. Instead, he gets faced with Killala openly betraying him and running off with Sto-Oa. Desire laughs in Dream's face about it and admits that they thought it was a fun joke.

And Dream does absolutely nothing, except to storm away.

Killala isn't punished, isn't condemned to hell, doesn't suffer some unspeakable fate. We're told that she was happy with her love, even though she does die, eventually, since she's mortal.

So it's no wonder that Dream had overreacted so badly with Nada. It was Nada who had initially pursued him. It was Nada who had gone through all these trials and tribulations to prove her love for him. She was the one who essentially did the courting and the wooing. To Dream, who was still feeling bruised and battered after getting rejected by Killala, it had to be a heady feeling, to be loved and wanted like that.

Was it any wonder that he absolutely would not let Nada go after this? That he would try to hold on to her, try to keep her by his side, damn the consequences?

It's also significant that the Dream Nada sees, essentially looks like a teenager of her own age - a clear sign that Dream himself isn't emotionally mature enough or had developed that conscientious streak that made him so endearing much later in his life. He was young (in Endless terms), he was hurting over his last love and his sibling's cruelty, and he just wanted, very much, to be loved and have his fairy tale happily ever after.

Again, this doesn't excuse his cruelty. But at least we can better understand where he's coming from and appreciate how much character growth he'd gone through, because he does, in the end, set things right with Nada the best way he possibly could. And while it's not a fairy tale ending, it's a satisfying one.

#the sandman #dream of the endless #dream of the endless | morpheus #nada #meta #dream and his poor lovelife decisions #dream and his disaster of a lovelife

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lurkingshan · 8 months

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bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you-meme!

Tagged by @telomeke, thanks friend! I had to get through the weekend drama deluge before I could clear out some brain space to answer this one properly, because I never mess around when I'm talking Bad Buddy.

Name and whatever you want to share about yourself

Shan, she/her, I live in the US. I am a lifelong consumer of stories and both an avid reader and drama watcher. I write a lot of meta because when I enjoy a thing I love to dissect and unpack it, and I post on tumblr because I have the most fun when I do that with other people.

When did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom?

I watched Bad Buddy live when it was airing! I was not on tumblr then but I was lurking around fandom spaces and following the week to week discussions around the show, but not actively participating in them. After that my interest in bl as a genre only grew, so I created this blog about 9 months ago to start joining in the fun.

Favourite ship/s

Pat/Pran, of course. They are amongst my all time favorite couples that I've seen in any media, period. I will spice this up by also admitting Pa/Ink didn't do all that much for me. They were just a bit too underwritten for me; I am not someone that is wowed by side crumbs or enjoys filling in the gaps myself. But I am really looking forward to seeing Milk and Love headline their own show soon.

Favourite character/s

Going to take a stand here and throw my love Pat's way, because Pran is the character most in fandom seem to connect with. But I just love Pat. He's such a kind and loyal and devoted person at heart. He's a little bit of a himbo about his emotions, but he's also quite smart in his own way and he understands more than people realize. I love his easy acceptance of his own sexuality but also others around him. He has good instincts about people and it's no coincidence he ends up surrounded by such a good community of his own making. And I respect the hell out of his willingness to fight the constraints of filial piety to call his father on his bullshit. He is someone Pran can trust to stick with him through a lot of hard shit, and his easy forgiveness of Pran's more prickly attributes is crucial to their relationship health. For someone with such a healthy ego, Pat has no problem putting it aside for the man he loves. That's real strength, right there.

Favourite episode/s

Joining the pile on for Episode 11, my beloved. When I tell you I was sobbing the first time I watched it. Tears just pouring down my face from the moment Pat told Pran he understood they had to go back all the way through Pran's song for Pat and their return home. It's one of the most moving sequences I have ever seen in a romance, the way they came to the realization of what they were facing, chose each other anyway, and decided they were going to find a way to stay together, even if it couldn't be in exactly the way they hoped.

Favourite scene/s

Oh gosh, there are just so many. The aforementioned sequence in ep 11, both major rooftop scenes, that lone tear tracking down Pran's face at the end of episode 4, Pat confronting Ming. On the lighter side, there's also the brainstorming roleplay from ep 3, pretty much every courtship scene where they flirted via PPL, the FINGER LICK, the final episode wrestling match and sex acrobatics. Every scene between Pat and Pran was just aces.

One thing you would change about the show if you could

*cracks knuckles*

Okay, fam, just remember, you asked! Bad Buddy is one of my favorite shows of all time, but as I have discussed with @waitmyturtles at length, it is not perfect and I have some serious quibbles with it from a writing standpoint. My top 3:

Wai outing Pran and then Pran spending the whole episode apologizing to him. Nonsensical, infuriating, and the show didn’t do the work to make us understand Pran and Wai’s friendship enough to accept that. I still hate poor Jimmy's face to this day and I blame that on Aof.

Pat gets shot as the deus ex machina to resolve the Wai plot. Villain comes out of nowhere in the same episode, the whole situation is tonally discordant, no follow through and the injury is treated like he got a paper cut in the aftermath. It's just lazy writing. Honestly, send all of episode 9 to the trash heap.

Finale fake out. Aof undercut his own themes about the struggle of the closet and sublimation of your own needs in service of filial piety in order to play a prank on the audience. Dumb waste of half the finale’s run time that actively worked against the message he sought to deliver, and that ep 12 preview nearly ruined ep 11 for a lot of people. Luckily the second half of the finale was so strong it made up for it, but I maintain the fake out was a bad choice that I would definitely go back and change.

What are your some of your favorite fanworks made by other people?

I am a meta girlie at heart so I am always most excited reading deep dives. I cannot possibly remember all the good shit I have read on Bad Buddy, but I'll give a shoutout to the BBS (gender neutral) girlies keeping the meta alive to this day @telomeke @ranchthoughts @dudeyuri @dimplesandfierceeyes @chickenstrangers @miscellar @grapejuicegay. I am always so excited when I see new posts about this show on my dash and I had a great time clowning with you all on OS2.

What are your favourite fanworks you've made?

I wasn't here when the show was airing so I actually don't have a deep library of my own meta for this show (not that made it onto tumblr, anyway). But one of the fun things about being in bl fandom is we get to make connections across the shows we're all watching, so I'll give a shoutout to this post I did drawing a line between Pran and Jae Won of The Eighth Sense.

A song that makes you think of BBS (not in the show)

It's gotta be Same Page? by Tilly Birds. It's not actually played in the show, but Pat briefly references it when he's teasing Pran in their final scene together, and y'all, look at these lyrics:

Me missing you is missing Me missing you is missing along the way Me missing you is missing Me missing you is missing along the way Do you realize how much I am agonized? I only want to know If you and I are on the same page I really want to know if you have a change of heart Or is it just me thinking? Or is there something missing? Like how my feelings never reach you

Feels pretty appropriate for a long-distance couple with more separation ahead, doesn't it? It's fine, I am very normal about this.

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Thanks again for tagging me, Tel, this was fun! I am adding @neuroticbookworm @blmpff @manogirl @invisiblegarters @slayerkitty @he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle in case you want to play, and anyone else I tagged above who hasn't done it yet, consider yourselves tagged!

#bad buddy #tag game #shan unleashes her unpopular bbs takes and prepares to get tomatoes thrown at her

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ser-rctslcyer · 2 years

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*knocks on door*

yes, hello, hi----i would like your thoughts on steve Harrington & Eddie munson 💕💕

*flees into the night*

this post comes with a side of depression since tumblr crash the first i made this :)

[here lies some analyses/thoughts and self shippy stuff on the side-- i would apologize for the longness but again i am just bitter it got deleted once]

Steve

I remember when I first watched this show, I was extremely excited to see the Demogorgon (monster fucker me will not apologize) and I was’t sure how much I’d care about any of the main characters. But then this fucker showed up and I was morally obligated to like him because, well look at him--

he’s perfect.

Not to mention Steve was (and still is) a very interesting character since the beginning. Although he comes across as the jock/bully characters, there are plenty of moments in S1 where he proves he’s got a much bigger heart than most characters and some viewers realized.

One of my favorite moments showcasing this is when he decides to help Nancy study because he realizes how important it is to her. He calms his little horny teen hormones and helps her because he does support what she wants. He could’ve just left but he chose to stay and it’s sweet to see that outside of school, he cares about her so much.

Even when he does shitty things, it’s not purely out of malice or spite; he’s scared of losing her to Jonathan because he really likes her. It’s even mention how Steve went out of his normal dating zone and chose to specifically be with her! It’s clear Nancy is special to him and so of course he actions irrational when she distances herself and starts hanging out with someone else. Also there’s the fact Tommy and Carol, are bad influences of the popular side of him. They are fickle people to please, and they were both against Nancy joining their group. They also take jabs at Steve’s popularity, telling him he can’t keep bending over backwards for Nancy.

So after vandalizing the theater (humiliating Nancy) and fighting Jonathan, he first goes to the theater to fix his mess because he knows what he did was wrong. He then tries to go back to the Byer’s to apologize but of course the freaky shit starts happening again and he doesn’t have the time to get it out. After the mouth long skip, it’s clear he’s made up with Nancy which I can only assume they had a great in detail talk about it, just to be sure. He also bought Jonathan’s replacement camera and gives it to Nancy to give to him, because he probably stills guilty for everything he said and thinks its best not to be face to face just yet.

He’s got a set of morals and truly he wears his heart on his sleeves.

S2 is officially his full character turn around as he’s trying to be more understanding and respectful of Nancy’s choices I’m sure he was aware that his relationship with her was getting rocky but he tried his best to do whatever he could to save it. It wasn’t until the party where Nancy call them “bullshit” that he realizes, she doesn’t feel the same way about him anymore-- and it hurts him a lot.

At this point, Steve doesn’t have anyone his age he could truthfully rely on/vent to everything he’s feeling because his popular friends have all left him, in favor of Billy (this is no slander, he is also my king). His title has been run through the mud and he goes from one of the most talked about kids, to just barely anyone batting an eye about him. Like you have to think how damaging that is to a person. to have all those people that use to surround you just dip out when you don’t fit their criteria anymore (even if they weren’t the best-- the feeling of losing friends is no fun). He’s left to making friends with Dustin, who they honestly have one of the best friendships in the series, as obviously there’s a deep respect between them.

(pic included cause he’s hot)

Overall, I don’t personally believe Steve was popular just to be well popular. I don’t think he was every dying to be with the cooler kids, rather he was pretty social and due to maybe his family name; people tended to gravitate to him. I think because of his whole open personality, people would flock to him and thusly he formed his own clique. It’s obvious that his “close friends” opinions do matter to him and so they have some influence over him, leading him to not always make the most empathetic decisions. He’s truly a caring person and deep down really wants to love someone.

[Self Shippy Stuff]

We definitely officially meet at Scoops Ahoy, as Steve and I’s social school lives were very different. We probably seen each other around but nothing more than quick glances.

It’s amazing how us three strangers get along together and Steve can gladly say he has two new friends. He is a little confused at first why I’m wearing the men’s uniform, but he doesn’t mind it; in fact he thinks it looks better than what a female one would be. In fact his mind often wonders about me, the things I like and just overly curious about who I am. He tries to pry during work but I only let him in on certain things which only intrigues him more. It only isn’t until Robin brings it up for the time, that he learns he maybe has a crush on me.

It isn’t until after the whole Russian thing that Steve realizes that his crush isn’t really fem-leaning at all; and surprisingly he’s very much okay with that. He definitely becomes Robin’s worst nightmare because he constantly asks her questions about me and asking for advice to ask you out. Robin keeps sayings the same thing of just to do it but he’s so cautious because after Nancy, he doesn’t want his heart broken as hard-- which leads to me asking him out.

Steve is surprised by how well we mush together, we can both be completely dumb at times whilst also I also have the brain more often. We definitely spend a lot of our time either chilling in his house or in his car, driving aimlessly and chatting about random things. It a nice feeling being to open up to each other without really any judgment. Steve for once doesn’t feel like he’s trying to be anyone else and its freeing.

We often share clothes, which at the beginning is me stealing his jackets and vests because I love the designs and colors on them. He’s a little shy before he finally asks to wear my oversized shirts, sweaters, and hoodies. He loves it because he can smother himself in them and it has my scent on them! He’s obviously a very PDA type of person so when I’m not around, wearing my clothes makes him feel close. When we’re around we do hold hand, hug, and cuddle so much because we adore physical affection. [also there’s definitely a similarity that we have like a high sex drive... but that’s a topic for another conversation]

Eddie

Now with Eddie, I didn’t have any expectations for his character and ended up enjoying every single second he was on screen. He’s introduced as “the freak” of Hawkins High School because he refuses to conform to the social norms and just enjoy the things he likes. Within the same episode they show how Eddie does have a compassionate side, as he does talk to Chrissy. As soon as he notices she’s a bit jittery. He instantly backs off and then start being goofy so she doesn’t feel as awful anymore. This also leads into my next thought.

He seems to enjoying making people feel happy. And yes, is this a contrast to the boy who seemingly doesn’t like most people. Which I wouldn’t say he doesn’t like most people; he just can’t stand the fact that teens are missing out in exploring their interests! Like with the D&D campaign we can see how much fun he has as Dungeon Master, leading the group through the carefully crafted story he created. He’s encouraging the group throughout the game and even says they can retreat in the end if they don’t feel like they can take down Vecna. But when they win, he celebrates with them in pure happy surprise! He’s not mad they didn’t lost but happy because everyone had so much fun!

(i could write a lot about this scene-- like holy fuck i love it so much)

There’s a lot I want to see more of his character, mainly being well, healthy, not dead, alive-- trust me there’s a ton of fear I have (Billy fan). I personally can’t see him being able to graduate, especially with all the hatred growing in Hawkins and I think it would be very devastating to him, since that was one of his most important goals. I do hope, he ends up hanging out with Steve and Robin, because that trio would be amazing! I think it would be nice to include his character, especially with all the shit he’s been through.

[Self Shippy Stuff]

Eddie and I probably share a class together and often do projects together, for being two weirdos and loners in class. He definitely offered the first time we hung out of class if I wanted to smoke, which of course I turned down because of my poor lungs. We’re able to keep up good conversations with each other, probably getting into a conversation about LOTR and also discussing some metal bands.

Our friendship starts so strong that it’s not surprise that we both mutually catch feelings. We dance around it for as long as we can, until finally he confesses and then it’s like all hell breaks loose.

We’re non stop teasing and bantering with each other, kissing and hugging each other because we love being close. He helps me get more into metal music and honestly we probably draw and work on his campaigns together! I love putting his hair up and running my fingers over his tattoos when we’re chilling in his room. He loves playing for me and I adore hearing it. We treat each other like were the world and to us that’s everything.

[I love these boys so so much as you can tell, I also have a bunch more ideas and also fuck you, Kit for sending me back to this hell (affectionate)]

#loser's circus of f/o's #himbo mother hen ⚾❤️#dragons dungeons and metal 🎸#if any of this ends up in the tags you didn't fucking see me here

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510akland · 10 months

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2023 … isnt what I thought it would be. Honestly, low key i regret meeting certain people. I wish i never met that man, he really gave me an std and didnt even apologize. I cant believe i was really that comfortable to let my guard down and allow that to even happen. I wish that say i met him i just shoulda went home after my beat friends bday dinner. I wish i never met him. I usually never let my guard down hut i did. And thats my fault, but itll never happen again. Im like a whole new person. I don’t remember who i was before, but i don’t remember being this level of strong. So maybe im a way this entire bullshit situation made me better. Maybe this entire situation didnt. Idk yet. Honestly. I don’t like him, apart of me still cares and i wanna kill that part of me because i dont want to care. He doesn’t deserve that. But I can’t shut off my emotions i can only control my reaction. This entire situation made me feel embarrassed, dirty and violated. Shame on me for even putting myself in that situation. & i wish i never told anyone either .. but that fucking alcohol smh. And even tho it was something i was able to get rid of i was still mad asf. I wanted to kill that man and his kids. I was so angry that someone would do that to me & that fact that i let my guard down!!!! But never again, the beautiful thing about this whole situation is that I can change my reality at any time and moving forward. I have decided that I’m not having sexual intercourse with anyone most likely for the remainder of my life. I’m interested in having healthy connections, but I no longer want to engage in sexual activity. It’s too risky even in a relationship you’re still risking it.

Prior to June 2021 I hadn’t had sex in six years and I was doing just fine. I think this was a sign from God to stop because that isn’t what I’m here for. that man and all of them before him were a distraction, in addition to that they were beneath me, and vibrationally spiritually, and mentally.

I’m sorry to myself I’m sorry to God and I’m sorry to my soul to my spirit. I’m sorry to my body and moving forward. I choose to forgive myself and others, but at the same time I choose to move wiser, and even more cautiously and moving forward, I won’t be listening to family or close friends. I will only be following my own intuition, my spirit, my soul.

I asked that God remove the trace of any, and all men from my mind, body and spirit from my tongue acts that my mind, my body, my spirit be renewed I pray that my soul remains intact and that I don’t do anything that I can’t come back from. I pray that my soul remains intact and I pray that my heart stays hole, and that this situation has not hardened me but just made me smarter more intuitive in my heightened discernment. I pray that I don’t wear this situation on my sleeve, but I leave it in my past. I pray that I don’t cross paths with anyone that is not meant for me, and may God give me the discernment in the eyes to see everyone and everything for who and what they truly are may not be blinded by what I see or what I hear but have clarity to see everything I need to see for what it truly is even if it doesn’t make me happy, may the truth always be revealed to me. I asked that God forgive me for my sins, and may the water wash all over me and cleanse me from head to toe and again from head to toe, and may I always be covered and protected in the spirit of God, and by the all seeing angels.

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s1xthirty · 2 years

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closure | stephen strange x fem!reader

summary : after your heartbreak, you made your escape and leave new york but someone from your past comes back for closure.

read part 1 !! | shoutout to ms swift for this one, closure is one of my favourite song from evermore. excuse my bad grammar & writing, english is not my first language.

You closed your flat door and immediately crumbled down on the floor. Sobbing as reels of your time together replayed in your mind—your flat, the streets, the city screams his name. The pain was weighing you down into a dark hole and there's no one to help you climb back up.

He took the very best part of you and you have no idea how to get it back.

You took out the lights and filled your flat with your shadows. You couldn't bear seeing your own flat—the memories you made in the kitchen, your bed, the couch by the window.

Every time you close your eyes, a sight of him in her arms always crosses your mind and puts you through hell. You would love a night walk to distract your mind but it would've been nothing because you know you'd pass the restaurant you and Stephen usually went to for dinner.

You don't get out of bed, your friends didn't even bother to check on you—except May. You assumed Peter was too scared to reach out to you so May did. It was nice, May's always been nice to you. She stayed a whole night and made sure you ate—at least once or twice.

"You don't have to do this, you know."

"Bullshit, you're going through a hard time and someone needs to take care of you and all I see are these scattered books on your floor as your friends."

"Well, I tried to distract myself but it's obviously not working." You scoffed and nibbled on another dumpling.

After days of getting yourself together, you decided to leave New York, you had to escape those memories with Stephen and in order to do so, you left the city.

You don't say a thing to anyone—they don't even bother to ask you how you were doing, knowing how much Stephen meant to you. You only drop by May's to say goodbye and tell Peter to not say a word to anyone.

Not until four months when you're actually doing a bit better, Stephen found you. All the flashbacks started to reel back when you found a letter with his name on it. You felt that same pang of hurt months ago at the wedding, it's suffocating you.

You left that piece of letter hanging on the corner counter in your kitchen, you couldn't bear to open and read his handwriting. After days of denial, you finally opened the letter to find Stephen making sure that it's over and apologizing for how it all went down. You scoffed and tore the letter to pieces.

You were relieved to not receive any more letters from him days later and happy to have your peace back, that was until someone approached you by the shoulder when you're at a bar.

You turned your head to find Stephen, he gave you a small smile that almost had you melted, but you snapped out of it and scoffed, leaving some money on the table after taking your last sip of beer and went out of the bar.

"What are you doing here, Stephen?" you almost stumbled through your words, feeling so strange for saying his name after all this time. The pain still lingers in your heart.

"I wanted to know how you are doing," He replied, "May said that you're welcome to go to her place for Thanksgiving or Christmas—if you're interested."

"You don't even talk to May, Stephen." you sighed, taking a seat on the nearest bench. "You're trying to get me back to New York for what? I know that it's over, Stephen. I don't need your closure."

"But you're obviously still hanging onto—"

"You broke your promises and left me, alone." you cut him immediately, your tone filled with bitterness. "I don't even know how you managed to live with yourself and marry her even after you held me in your arms on that cold night."

"Y/N—"

"Just between us, Stephen," you looked up at him to find those blue eyes still beautiful as the day he made you his own. "Did it hurt you, too? Did the pain linger in your sleep at night? Do I ever cross your mind when you put your arms around her?"

He said nothing, he wouldn't admit that it does hurt him like hell. His pride is far too high for that. Every night before he went to bed, the sight that flashed before him was your face. He remembers it all too well, your smile, your laugh, your little hums of songs he hasn't heard of, the way you would fall asleep on his lap with a book on your chest. He still has the scarf that you left at his place and kept it after all these months, it still smells just like you—he needed a reason to talk to you—to see you one more time before he leaves again.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." He meant it, he knows that somewhere in another universe—they're destined to be together. And that was enough.

Stephen handed you the scarf you had left in his place. You thought you had lost it, but Stephen had kept it all these months. Feeling the soft fabric of the scarf in your palm makes you want to cry. All of the emotions are rushing back again and you have to keep yourself together whether you like it or not.

You looked up at him but said nothing, not trusting yourself to not break down in front of him. You accepted the scarf and Stephen bid his goodbye, boring those beautiful blue eyes for the last time.

@taysirene @lovecleastrange

#stephen strange x reader #stephen strange #dr strange x reader #dr strange #marvel #mcu #doctor strange angst #doctor strange imagine #doctor strange #doctor strange x reader #benedict cumberbatch #benedict cumberbatch x reader

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folkwhorerain · 3 years

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Jealousy, Jealousy (Wanda Maximoff x fem reader)

pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem reader

Summary: reader is a shy and insecure Avenger whit a crush on Wanda, but she never made the first move on the sokovian. What if, during a party, finally something happens between the two of them?

Warnings: angst, reader being insecure, language (I think?), alcohol and sexual tension (feel free to tell me if I should add more).

English is not my first language, so bare with my grammar please, lol. This is my first fanfiction ever so forgive me if it's not anything special or it is lame.

I got inspired by "Jealousy, Jealousy" by Olivia Rodrigo, so I suggest you listen to it while reading, if you want.♥️

You hated them. You hated Tony's parties.

Don't get me wrong, you enjoyed the Avengers company, but parties were definitely not your thing. You always felt... out of place.

You were fine with chatting with the team during this day when you spent some time together, but when parties where that huge like tonight's one, all you wanted to do was staying in your room.

The fact is that you can't help but compare yourself to the others. You never felt enough and you were intimated by Tony's friends and the other heroes. You were just... You. No one special with no cool superpowers, you were good at hand to hand combat and you were really smart, but that was it; you always thought that was lame. Like that wasn't enough, you were the newest recruit in the team. The Avengers all welcomed you well and you grew attached to all of them, especially Natasha, but still, you didn't feel like that was enough for you to be considered "the cool Avenger", and you were still private about your feelings and emotions; when something was wrong the only answer that you had when they asked you what bothered you was "it's nothing". But it wasn't nothing. You felt an outsider in the team, you felt like you weren't enough for them and the worst part is that you knew it was all in your head, but you couldn't help it.

The first person that always comes to your mind when you think of someone cool is Wanda. Her powers affascinates you and you loved her determination. You can't say you two are close, but she always treated you well and she respected your boundaries, that's why now you have a crush on her and that's part of the reason you didn't want to go to the party. Seeing her well dressed while smiling to people who weren't you and while Vision was trying to get her attention would only make it worse.

You considered staying in your room while scrolling your social media, not having any strength to get up and get ready, especially when you were still in your bathrobe and your thoughts were only about a certain witch. However you knew Natasha would've dragged you out of the room if you wouldn't come so, after a few curses and annoyed groans, you threw your phone on the pillow and started to get dressed.

You didn't want to get the attention to you, people would start a conversation and tonight you weren't into it at all, so you opted for a green skirt and a black, cropped sweater and a little bit of makeup. Nothing more.

I'm already so sick of this bullshit, you thought to yourself, then you took a deep breath and went downstairs.

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As you expected, the biggest room of the Stark Tower was filled with people you didn't know, but you were sure they were mostly Tony's friends.

They were all so confident with their drinks in hands, perfect combed hair and fancy dresses worth millions of dollars.

You weren't nothing like these people: you didn't get why people would spend millions for pieces of cloth. It was a waste of money, but how you wished you saw it differently, maybe you would be one of these apparently happy people with a lot of friends, and not the weirdo of the group with a lack of confidence so evident you couldn't even enjoy a relaxing event.

A few tears tried to escape your eyes, but you wouldn't let them. Steve was watching you and, from the look he was giving you, he already sensed something was off with you; so you did what was best and faked a smile, which he returned gladly before he went back to his conversation with Bucky.

You felt like a creep standing in the corner of the room doing nothing, so you started looking around searching for Nat. After a few second you saw her talking, or better, flirting with Bruce at the bar while she had a Martini on her hand.

You frowned sympathetically. Cute. He really likes her a lot, you thought seeing Bruce embarrassed and intimidated by the widow.

Suddenly a waiter asked you if you wanted a glass of wine and you accepted, maybe a little alcohol would help you get through this more easily. You took a sip and enjoyed the feeling of the wine in your throat.

“This is ridiculous.” you whispered.

“What is ridiculous?” you heard someone ask you.

You turned to see who it was and that's when you saw her: Wanda was smiling at you with a curious expression on her face.

You blinked a few times, amazed by the girl in front of you: she was wearing a short, black dress, and her ginger hair was loose on her shoulders. She decided to put on a little bit of makeup and a red lipstick. Not like her typical style, but you liked her anyway. She was always so beautiful.

You shook your head, realizing she was waiting for an answer. "Uhm, parties, I guess.” She nodded. “I mean, Tony's events are always too exaggerated.” you added before biting your lips, clearly embarrassed.

“I know how you feel.” Wanda agreed. “I always have to try so hard to fit in during things like these.” She chuckled while looking around the room.

“Well, at least you're trying.” You said before giving her a dry laugh, looking down at your glass.

The ginger tilted her head sympathetically. “Well, maybe that's the problem.”

You frowned in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean... trying too hard is the problem.” She explained. “If you feel like you have to try so hard it becomes unbearable, maybe that means that the thing you're doing is not good for you.” She added before biting the inside of her cheek.

You simply hummed in agreement and took another sip of wine, too intimated by her beauty.

Don't think something awkward. She can read minds. Don't think how beautiful she is- shit. Stop thinking.

“If you'll excuse me, Vision is looking for me.” She said with a smirk on her face before leaving you alone again.

You watched her walk away, analizing her every move. God, how you wanted her to be yours. She was not, of course. Why would she be with someone like you? She could have Vision and every other man in this room, so why would she choose a girl like you? Speaking of the devil, Vision approached her with a few guys and she gave him her brightest smile.

You watched all the interaction, still in the corner of the room.

He was so confident with his perfect posture and his good manners. He would be the best for her. He's the kind of man, or synthezoid, or whatever, that could always reassure her and find the perfect words to make her feel better. He would try and cheer her up and find the better jokes to tell, just like he's probably doing right now. In fact the sokovian was laughing at something he said and her beautiful laugh echoed through the room.

You felt jealousy rush through your veins.

“I wanna be him so bad!”

All the people in the room turned to look at you with puzzled expression.

Your eyes went wide when you realized you practically yelled what you wanted was just a thought so, without a second thought, you rushed out of the party and went straight to your room.

You slammed the door and let the tears escape. You took off your make up and headed straight to bed, overthinking what just happened, screaming in your pillow.

I always ruin everything!

You didn't expect you would've said that out loud and right now you didn't expect to hear someone to knock on your door. You didn't answer, though, you kept your head buried in the pillow. It was probably Natasha who wanted to talk about what happened and you definitely weren't going to say a word.

The door opened anyway and you groaned in annoyance.

“Listen, Nat-” You started to say but stopped immediately when you saw it wasn't the russian spy, but Wanda.

“Hi.” She greeted you with a shy smile. “May I sit?” She asked pointing the bed.

You composed yourself and nodded shyly. “Yeah.”

Wanda gave you a swift smile and sat next to you, crossing her legs on the bed. Your breath itched when you felt your knees touching. You two have never been this close and the situation was making you nervous, thing that didn't go unnoticed by Wanda considering the fact that you were playing with the ring on your index finger.

You never noticed but Wanda knows you very well. She knows your moves, the way you play with your hands when you're nervous, the way your eyes shine when you talk about your interests or the way you are quieter than usual when you're sad.

The truth is that Wanda liked you very much and she knew you liked her too. She didn't want to tell you 'cause she wanted you to take courage and say it first and, to be fully honest, she was scared. What if your crush was temporary and you would eventually get bored? What if she loses you just like she lost her parents and Pietro? She would never, ever accept it.

“So... Why did you run away?” She asked like it wasn't obvious you just yelled in front of everyone.

“Are you seriously asking, Wanda?” You snapped before you could stop yourself.

She looked at you with sad eyes before looking down at her hands. “Sorry…”

“No, no... Don't apologize.” You whispered. “You have nothing to apologize for. I shouldn't have… God, I'm pathetic.”

You threw your head in your hands and sighed. I'm so sick of myself!

“Why are you sick of yourself?” The sokovian asked you before placing a hand on your knee.

You looked at the hand and then at her.

“Sorry, I shouldn't have read your mind, but sometimes your thoughts are really loud.” she chuckled, starting to rub her thumb on your knee. You were speechless, all this interaction was making you crazy. You craved more of her touch and now, more than ever, you wanted to kiss her. However you pushed those feelings aways and started to open up to avoid thinking about something inappropriate. “I'm just… me. I mean, I'm not special.”

“Why do you think that?” She asked raising an eyebrow, her hand never leaving your skin.

You took a deep breath. “Wanda, come on! Tony's friends are so cool, he's loved by everyone, Natasha is a badass russian spy, you have these amazing superpower. Thor is literally a God, for fuck's sake!”

“You compare yourself to the others too much. It's not healthy, Y/N.” She sweetly stated wiping away a tear from you cheek.

You closed your eyes for a second, enjoying her touch, but then you came back to reality. “I know, but I can't help it. The others seem to be so confident and happy, and all the girls at the party... Fuck, they're so pretty-”

"Beauty is not your lack.” She interrupted you smirking, her hand still on your cheek.

“I- I just wish I was them... I wish I had the courage Vision has.” You admitted, looking down.

“Why him?” The ginger asked placing two fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at her in those piercing green eyes.

“Because I'm so jealous he gets all your attentions and I don't just because I'm too insecure.” You said it in a whisper, almost inaudible, but Wanda heard you and you knew judging by the smile on her face.

“You want my attentions?” She asked leaning in.

Her face was so close to yours that it was hard to breathe. You could smell her perfume and that alone was making you want her more. You had the urge to kiss her and touch her and taste her, but right now Wanda was waiting for a response so you simply nodded, not trusting your voice.

“You already have them.” She admitted, making you frown in confusion. “There might be a hundred people in the room, but I would always notice you and only you, Y/n.” You were speechless, partly because of her confession, partly because she was so damn close to your face it made your heart race fast, and before you could realise, she kissed you.

Her lips were so soft against yours and her hands were in the right places. However, after a few moments, you realized you froze and didn't reproached the kiss. Wanda broke the kiss, a disappointed look on her face.

“I'm sorry, I thought you liked me t-”

Before she could finish her sentence, you kissed her. You kissed her with so much confidence it surprised both you and Wanda.

Your right hand was on her neck and the other was on her waist, pulling her close.

You felt her smirk on the kiss and the hand that before was on your knee now was up your thigh.

“God, this skirt was making me crazy the whole night.” She breathed out, making the hand go higher and higher where you needed it the most.

Before you could realize you still had your party outfit on, Wanda started caressing slowly your inner thigh, making you gasp. Hearing the affect she had on you, the ginger bite your lobe before whispering something that made you shiver.

“Let me show you all the attentions I have for you, babygirl.”

alright, that was it. I know it's not good, but I had this idea the other night and I just had to write it.

Feedback is appreciated. <3

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x reader #elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #marvel #mcu x reader #tony stark #natasha romanoff #black widow #thor odinson #steve rogers #marvel cinematic universe #comics #wandavision #Vision #paul bettany

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arty-shadow-morningstar · 3 years

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Graveyard Siblings (3)

Some for revenge and some sibling bonding.

[Masterlist]

(Part 1)(Part 2)

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Adrien was next to be visited. Plagg woke him up from his sleep.

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“Kit, wake up. I want camembert.”

“Plagg, silence. You are not getting any cheese if you do that.”

“Sorry, Adrien but you are not my ‘master’ anymore.”

“Plagg? Why are you here? Where’s the ring?”

“The ring is as far away as possible and kept safely away. I am here because someone wants to talk to you.”

“Who?”

A cloaked, hooded figure stepped out of the shadows to his room.

“Kitty. My Chaton. Did you miss me?” A sweet, familiar but yet so terrifying voice came from the figure.

She pulled down the hood to reveal Ladybug with a wicked-looking black mask with white lenses.

“What am I talking about? You do miss me. Your Bugaboo. Too bad I don’t feel the same, Adrien.”

Lightning flashed and it started to rain. The mask was gone, revealing his dead classmate, Marinette with chilling red eyes. The pigtails grew longer and curved upwards, giving the illusion of her having horns. Twin blades flashed and she leaped towards him. (Damian gave them to her with some lessons in exchange for spending time with, babysitting, the kwamis.)

Adrien scrambled away from the bed in the nick of time. A sword impaling the spot where he just was.

“Plagg, help. Where is the ring? I need to transform.”

“Sorry, kitten. I am not telling you. Even if you did have the ring, it’s not going to be much help.”

“Kitty, stay still. Then, we can be together. Just like you wanted.”

Adrien continued to dodge.

“What do you mean?” He all but screamed at Plagg.

“Pigtails, here, is a vengeful spirit. She’s not going to stop until she is satisfied. How about asking her what she wants?”

“Ladybug, what do you want?”

“What I wanted was a partner I could rely on, someone I can trust with my life, someone who wouldn’t stab me in the back for his own selfish gain. I wanted a friend who would have my back and not tell me to keep quiet at the price of my mental health and my relationships with people I care about. WAS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!”

She managed to get a cut on his left cheek.

Soon, he was on the ground, bleeding out on the round.

“Tell Hawkmoth that he better watch out. Because-” lightning struck and Plagg and Ladybug had disappeared, “his downfall is coming.” Her voice echoed through his room.

Adrien laid bleeding until Natalie opened the door after hearing a crash from the room and came to check on him. As she called an ambulance for Adrien, she wondered if it wasn’t too late to ask for redemption and be spared from Ladybug’s wrath for her part in her murder.

Adrien had the word ‘TRAITOR’ carved into his back. Forever reminding him of his crimes.

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He wasn’t in school for a week after the incident. They all were told that Adrien had an accident while fencing.

Gabriel was a little panicking now.

He hired an exorcist, (John Constantine got a hefty amount and did a few flashy magic tricks to appease Gabriel but he didn’t lift the curse Maria put on the place. She is not someone to be on the bad side of and he thinks that he can’t lift it even if he wanted to.)

Emilie gets a little sus at Gabriel when he brought this strange man with a British accent into their home after their son got attacked in his own room with security tighter than Fort Knox.

She doesn’t buy that ‘accident’ bullshit that her husband, son and even Natalie tries to sell her. She thinks it is connected to what happened while she was in a coma.

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Adrien has a curse too.

(Credit to @raeuberprinzessin for giving me an idea)

He couldn’t act like the ‘Perfect Adrien’ in public anymore. Acting more like Chat Noir at first then, later a spoiled brat. His friends thought that he was finally rebelling against his father and encouraged it a lot.

Adrien started criticizing other people, strangers at first then to the people working on the photoshoots to his fans to his other school mates, people in his class and his friends. (The curse planted ideas into his head about what he should say and he said them all without thinking about the effect it has on other people)

People started avoiding him not liking his attitude and his comments about how they should behave and change something about them because he doesn’t like it that way and guilt-tripping them when he doesn’t get his way. Even Nino started to distance himself after he saw how Adrien talked to a fan.

The public thought it was a phase but as he got progressively worse, people started despising him. Adrien doesn’t realize this of course so far, happy that his father let him get away with ‘ruining the Agreste image.’ (Gabriel was worried about a potential vengeful ghost and making sure his wife didn't know about his stint as a supervillain. There was also the fact that the Afterlife made more sales than him again and managed to get on the cover of Vogue when he should have, dammit.) He was finally able to say what he wanted to without repercussions. Until he realized when Nino and everyone else cancelled for a hangout for the third time that week that he was slowly losing his friends.

He panics and tries to fix the situation. He didn’t want to be alone again.

He talks to Nino about it and to his horror, he couldn’t stop himself from saying many things that were a little hurtful. (Second part. The moment he realizes he is going to be alone. He is going to find out that yes, lies can hurt people. He is going to see it happen firsthand.)

Nino moved seats and told Adrien that their friendship was on hold until he apologized.

Soon, nearly every time his mouth opened, lies and insults about his friends or their embarrassing secrets came spilling out. Everyone hated him now and Mme. Bustier tried to give him a reprimand about his behaviour, which when he tried to defend himself, he found himself unable to speak.

He managed to explain to his father what caused his unpopularity by writing what happened to him. Unfortunately due to his poor behaviour before the second part of the curse was activated, his fan base was dwindling and people didn’t like him anymore so there was a hit on the Gabriel brand.

He no longer has to do modeling, clearing his schedule. But no one would spend time with him.

The best solution he could do with his predicament was to keep quiet and endure the loneliness and the glares of his classmates at school. Adrien was relegated to the back and nearly everyone avoided him. He was now a social pariah.

Even Lila avoided him because of her own curse which made Adrien turn into one of her previous victims. (She also didn’t ponder why Marinette rarely appears compared to the others.)

If Adrien felt a tiny bit remorseful or guilty for making Marinette keep quiet or betraying Ladybug, he can gain a little control over what he says.

The curse can be broken if he apologizes to Maria herself or to her grave.

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The first few months, while Marinette adapted to living with the Waynes, Jason stayed over at Wayne Manor because having Maria living with him at his apartment wasn’t a good idea and he had no clue how to take care of a teenage girl.

On paper she is adopted by Bruce because Jason can’t. (Some CPS reasons.)

Making Jason a little more salty towards Bruce. “I found her first. I called dibs.”

Brought Maria to meet the other Outlaws and they adopted her too. “Hey, guys. She’s my sister first.”

Jason was the one to teach her how to shoot a gun because he was ‘the most capable’ of teaching her.

The first few months were a little tense with Marinette not fully trusting them and the same with the rest of the Batfam.

Jason warmed her up a bit to him by telling a little of why he took her here.

He was also the one to book them flight to Paris with Bruce’s credit card so she can tell her friends that she wasn’t dead in person.

They bonded more after stopping some nefarious plot in Paris while they were there. Let’s say Gentleman Ghost and something involving the catacombs in Paris. (I watched some Batman: Brave and the Bold for childhood nostalgia.)

Kwamis were animal-shaped and they were interesting creatures to be around. And very very curious.

There was a stressful day for Maria when all the Kwamis decided to play hide and seek. Damian somehow got roped into helping her as the only available person in the Manor and he will deny that he enjoyed it.

Damian is the little brother she always wanted and she is more tolerable compared to his brothers. There is also the fact that she trusts him with the kwamis and deep down, he feels super-honoured. (I just love older sister!Mari)

Tim and her being insomniac/coffee buddies. There has been many many interventions to stop this.

I get that Marinette is this selfless person and loves making people happy but she has siblings now and them eating the stuff she made for herself to enjoy, should get on her nerves after a while.

She makes a box with booby-traps in which she puts in her cookies and food.

There are many different layers of traps because this is the Batfam and each of them is non-lethal and more ridiculous.

Okay, I once read a fic about Marinette making a bear-trap style box to hide the Miracle Box so this box is also like that but kept for food. (Traps and Sneaks by quicksilversquared)

Someone (I vote a hungry Dick or Jason, maybe a suspicious Bruce) made a mistake of putting their hand into the box and the first trap activated.

Screams filled the house.

Everyone came down including Marinette.

Bruce asked, “Who did this?”

“It was me.”

“Why?”

“They kept eating the cookies.”

“There are other ways to stop them from doing that you know like a ‘Do Not Touch’ sign not a death trap box.”

“They are non-lethal.”

Bruce locked it away but Tim later stole it to tweak it and store his coffee. ------ (Part 4)

#graveyard siblings #maribat #ml x dc #mlb x dc #adrien salt #adrien bashing #platonic jasonette #platonic daminette

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be-gay-do-heists · 3 years

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OKAY finally finished with eliot hand pain hurt/comfort fic, and i couldn’t actually decide whether i preferred it in second or third person POV. this is the version with the third person POV, otherwise nothing is different from the other version !

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Contrary to what the four crazy people he spent his time risking his life for nowadays thought, Eliot didn’t like the pain.

There was nothing cleansing about it, nothing satisfactory. A ringing hit to his jaw didn’t feel like penance. The actual protection aspect was a different story. Standing like a wall between your people and danger, there was nothing that made Eliot’s ribs ache with pleasure like that; a wall didn’t feel, didn’t think, it was just an immutable fact. He was an immutable fact. The problem was that the wall-as-Eliot, or perhaps the Eliot-as-wall, had to become human again sometime after the last man went down and the last dollar bill was stuffed into a duffel. To hurt was human, and not just to hurt but to remember the wound long, long after, for it to live in your knees and wrists and between the vertebrae in your spine. Some days— and this was a product of how long after a job it had been, how hard he had pushed—some days were worse than others. The fact that some days the first sound out of his mouth wasn’t even a groan, but a whine, or worse the half-awake pleading for please please make it stop i’ll do anything just make it stop—

No, Eliot didn’t like the pain.

Comparatively, today was a good day. Today, he could get out of bed. His head and body were blessedly in agreement that it was in his best interests to swing his twinging knees to the side of the mattress, push himself up onto legs that were sore but stable, with arms that shook only slightly. But compared to Eliot’s best days, the ones where except for the old shoulder injury which would never let him forget it and the scar on his hip that put a falter in his giddy-up in all kinds of weather, the days on which except for those he sometimes even forgot the pain, this didn’t hold a candle. Today his hands were so beat and weak that the ache radiated up to his mid-forearm, settled into him all familiar-like and made its home in him.

In the bathroom, Eliot used his wrist to turn on the faucet and stuck his mouth under the water to drink. Holding a cup was off the agenda. His morning routine was interspersed with winces, not unusual for his post-job bathroom adventures, and if it took Eliot longer to shimmy on the sweats he knew he wouldn’t be getting out of today, it made him appreciate the comfort of wearing them a little more.

Going handless was fine until he was face to face with the fridge, and resisting the urge to growl at it, like that would solve anything. Taking a deep breath, he put a hand on the stainless steel handle, testing his grip. A light flex had Eliot drawing it back like the metal had burned him, like someone had snapped a tight clothespin onto each ligament. He took a moment to pace a couple steps, let out a loud but cathartic expletive, and then wedge his hand between the handle and the door so he could open the fridge with his elbow strength. The feeling of triumph behind his collarbone faded quickly as the hitter scanned its contents and realized there was nothing he wanted to eat, or at least nothing he wanted to hold and eat. The thought of grasping a fork brought another growl to his throat, and he slammed the fridge door to stomp to the couch and throw himself down, cradling his hands in his lap.

Eliot knew the drill: in an hour, he would grit his teeth and get to up to try and fumble open his bottle of painkillers, and if he succeeded, he would wait another hour for them to truly kick in so he could handle the tv remote, put on whatever game was on, and vegetate on the couch until further notice. The phone he had left on the nightstand rang loudly, fully audible from the other room, blaring out the chorus to “Macho Man” that Hardison had put as his ringtone and Eliot hadn’t figured out how to get rid of yet. If it was important, whoever it was would call again, so he ignored it. His ire rose when the same noise sang out from the bedroom a couple minutes later, a bit-off groan escaping from his clenched teeth as he levered himself up to get to it as fast as he could, awkwardly accepting the call and maneuvering the phone between his shoulder and ear. “What?”

“Man, we haven’t heard from you since we split yesterday, I thought we were gonna get a beer downstairs last night?”

He rubbed his eyes with his wrist, frustrated that he had forgotten he was supposed to get together with Hardison the night before. Getting home, washing the sweat and blood off, and falling into bed had seemed like the only goal in his mind. “Look, sorry, I’ve been busy. And if this ain’t important, you—“

“Bullshit. Absolute bullshit, you’re using your tough-guy, bullshit voice. And you actually apologized, so something is double wrong.”

Eliot snarled. “I don’t have— Hardison, I don’t know what you’re talking about, just leave me alone.”

“Too late, we’re already at your place.”

Before he could open his mouth, his doorbell rang, drawing a groan from him. If he was correct about who the “we” was, it seemed silly to even ring it. His suspicions were confirmed thirty seconds later as the door clicked open anyways and Parker and Hardison came in, having the decency to at least look slightly sheepish. Eliot had already moved back to the couch, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. “Make yourself at home, why don’t you,” he growled.

“Excuse us for being worried about your wellbeing, Mr. Suffer-In-Silence,” Hardison scoffed.

Parker leapt onto the couch cushion next to him. “We thought you might have been captured by ninjas.”

“You would know if I had been captured by ninjas,” Eliot muttered. “It’s a very dis— look, you’ve seen that I’m not kidnapped, it’s our day off, can you please leave and let me rest.”

“You still owe us a hangout from last night!” Parker chirped. “Don’t worry, we won’t stay long.” She vaulted back over the couch to go rummage through his snack cabinets, getting into the granola bin by the sound of it. Eliot made a note to restock it before she came back next.

When he next opened his eyes, Hardison was lightly sitting on his coffee table, looking at the hands still resting in the hitter’s lap. “What’s up with your hands, Eliot?”

Eliot’s first instinct was to deflect. He trusted his team, sure, but this was different. They weren’t supposed to know that he had these days. That he wasn’t invulnerable. “Nothing’s wrong with them, stop sitting on my coffee table.”

“Mhm mhm, sure,” Hardison said. “Go like this for me?” He wiggled his fingers in a “hey sailor” kind of fashion. Before Eliot could tell him just what he thought about that, Parker’s ponytail swung into the side of his face, the thief reaching down to poke one of his hands faster than he could stop her.

By the time Eliot was able to refocus and pull himself back from the whiteout of pain, Parker and Hardison were looking at him with open concern, the hacker leaning back slightly, a little pale. Eliot thought he might have howled; he wasn’t sure. Both his hands were clenched tightly to his chest, wrists together, arms outward, wishbone shaped. He felt just as brittle as one, with their stares on him. He summoned the anger from his throat, the only weapon at his disposal (only half-expecting that it would work, always defenseless when it came to their prodding).

“Can you leave me the hell alone now?”

Hardison looked at him, taking his time formulating his thoughts, but it was Parker who spoke. “Nope.” Eliot turned to her where she was perched on the couch. “You get hurt taking care of us. Now you let us take care of you.”

Eliot looked at Hardison pleadingly, hoping he at least would take pity on him and let him wallow by himself. The hitter wanted to hide like the trap-escaped, half-dead badger whose den he had accidentally put his foot into half a lifetime ago in the Italian Alps, earning him an earful of hissing that scared the shit out of him. He wondered if he seemed as belligerent as that now.

Hardison just shrugged and smiled gently. “Hey, you heard the woman.” He leaned forward slightly, just enough in Eliot’s space to let him feel his warm presence without crowding. “Couldn’t get rid of us if you tried.”

He didn’t want to try, was the thing. It was only that it wasn’t their job to take care of him. It was his to take care of them. They just seemed to be wholly unaware of this.

“You taken anything for those yet?” Hardison asked, pointing at his hands. He hummed at Eliot’s slight head shake. “Thought so. Which ones?”

“White bottle, red pills. Only need a half,” Eliot mumbled, slouching. Parker was already up and heading to the bathroom.

“We need to get something you can actually open when this happens, some kind of spring-loaded catch maybe,” Hardison mused. “Alright, let me see them.” He patted his legs, frowning at Eliot’s growl. “C’mon, none of that. I know they hurt, I’ll be really, really gentle. I won’t even touch without asking.”

Eliot looked him in the eye for the sincerity he already knew would be there, the eagerness to help that (damn him) was one of his favorite traits of Hardison’s. Hesitantly, he extended his hands, rolling his eyes at the hacker scooting forward to offer his knees to rest them on.

“I assume you got antiseptic and ointment on these knuckles already, so totally disregarding those, even though it sucks. Nothing broken?”

“No, just. Aches. Like a son of a bitch. Can’t make a damn fist. Happens sometimes.”

Parker bounded back in, armed with a glass of water and half a pill in her open hand. “So no jobs for a while. Easy, I’ll tell Nate. Open up.” With a scowl, Eliot took the medication from her fingers with his teeth (gently, gently), and let her raise the glass to his lips, nearly choking as she tipped it a little eagerly, and choking for real when Hardison said, “Whoa, woman, let him swallow.”

“It’s not just the last job, Park, it’s jobs two years ago, or five, or ten,” Eliot managed, once he had his breath back. “Part of the package that comes with the lifestyle. It just happens sometimes, don’t matter what schedule we’re on.”

She frowned. “Still. We shouldn’t be doing jobs if you’re hurt. Nate should know that.”

Hardison leaned forward a little more while he was distracted trying to find the right response to that, that they wouldn’t be doing any jobs at all if that were the case, that Nate trusted him to get the job done no matter what, reaching out to his forearm and stopping just a hair’s breadth shy of touching. The hitter froze, and Hardison did too, meeting his eyes. “It’s ok. I’m just trying something out. Is it alright if I touch you here?” At his tiniest of nods, the hacker placed his fingertips on his arm, rubbing circles so lightly that Eliot almost couldn’t feel it. “Let me know where it starts to hurt, okay?” Hardison applied the slightest pressure as he added his other hand and lightly started rubbing down his forearm. When he got to his wrist, Eliot couldn’t help the strangled noise that partly escaped through his nose, high and strained. Hardison moved away from there immediately, going back to tracing soothing, gentle patterns. “You’re ok, you’re ok. I can work with this, no problem. Where do you keep your hot pads, man?”

“Bathroom, lower right drawer,” Eliot grit out. Parker was zipping off to get it and warm it up before he could even process. Hardison applied a little more pressure with his fingertips, rubbing the meat of his forearm. Eliot breathed out long and slow at how good it felt once the initial ache had ebbed.

“I want to try giving you a hand massage, but I don’t wanna hurt you more than it would help,” Hardison said, pausing slightly. “You up for it? I’m not gonna pressure you either way.”

Eliot’s thoughts stuttered, and then bolted in different directions. The feeling that he didn’t deserve this, that this was too much to ask, which had been simmering this whole time leapt to life again. It joined with the wounded, snarling animal part of him that still wanted to hide, burrow down with the covers over his head until his pain faded into the muted background noise of the world. He didn’t even know if a hand massage would work, might make the pain worse.

But it might be nice, a small, hopeful part of him murmured. Eliot couldn’t remember the last time he had been offered something like this, let alone the last time he had taken the person up. If there was anyone he trusted to do it, if there was anyone he wanted to receive it from, it was these two. How could he refuse them even he wasn’t fully on board with what they were suggesting?

“Sure, just…” Eliot said as Parker returned with the hot pad, pausing from tossing it hand to hand like a hot potato to fix her stare on him. He licked his lips, swallowed around a dry throat. “Just be gentle.”

“I will,” Hardison said earnestly, taking the hot pad from Parker to gently maneuver it under Eliot’s hands, resting on his knees. Eliot tensed slightly as the thief leapt up onto the back of the couch, perching above his head, but otherwise relaxed as the warmth of the hot pad started to loosen the ache in his hands. Hardison started where he had before, applying the slightest pressure to the hitter’s forearm. Parker ran her fingertips lightly through his hair, humming.

“Your hair is kinda wonky,” she said, fingers catching on a tangle. Eliot winced.

“That’s what happens when you go to bed without brushing it properly, you know that,” he grumbled, breath hitching as her fingertips grazed his scalp. His breath stuttered again as Hardison’s hands started working towards the sore meat of his wrist. Eliot’s hand began to shake.

“It’s ok baby, I got you,” Hardison murmured under his breath, more soothing sound than words. Eliot cracked open an eye to see him looking between his hands and his phone, playing a video where it was propped on his thigh.

“Man, are you watching hand massage tutorials right now?” he gritted out, doing a poor job of masking his genuine amusement with frustrated disbelief.

The hacker tapped his index finger against Eliot’s arm lightly. “I’ve been watching videos dude; think you’re so slick, tryna hide your hand pain from me. I just wanna make sure I get it right in real time.”

Parker’s fingers running through Eliot’s hair more boldly silenced any follow-up thoughts he had, mind going fuzzy with how good it felt. Without thinking, he insistently pushed his head up further into her touch, making her laugh. The sound reverberated in his chest, leaving him longing to hear it again. Instead a half-whine left his throat as Hardison probed the bottom of Eliot’s palm, the ache drawing him back to full awareness.

The hacker backed off for a moment. “Sorry, sorry. You still cool to keep going?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eliot breathed shakily.

“Just tell me if there’s anyplace else that needs to be handled more delicately, or you don’t want me going at all,” Hardison said, putting his clever hands to Eliot’s again and taking up his gentle, slow pace. Parker’s fingers had paused in his hair a second, but went back to running through it again, scratching his scalp on every other pass.

Slowly, slowly, the vice of pain on Eliot’s hands started to dissipate, bone by bone, finger by finger. He don’t know how long he sat there in a haze, as Hardison and Parker patiently touched him, fixated on the single task of caring for him. The thought made the tender space behind his breastbone twinge. When he surfaced from the half-asleep contentment of their efforts, the television was on, Star Trek playing at the lowest volume. Eliot grunted, lifting his head from the couch to look at the two of them sitting beside him, grinning at his movements. Hardison’s warm hand was still in his, but instead of massaging he was just holding it softly.

“Hey sleepy,” teased Parker, throwing herself over Hardison to get closer and forcing an “Oof!” out of him.

Eliot looked down to his hands, flexing one experimentally, in disbelief at how the ache had faded to an almost imperceptible hum. With the other he tightened his fingers around Hardison’s hand, moving his thumb lightly over his.

“Hey,” Eliot simply said back, a real smile rising to his lips.

#leverage #miko speaks #fic #my fic #ot3 #check og post for more notes

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danniburgh · 3 years

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Give you what you want (Javier Peña x f!reader x Horacio Carrillo)

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader x Horacio Carrillo

Summary: You’ve been crushing hard on Javier - and Colonel Carrillo. And when they both find out about it, they can’t help but indulge you.

Word count: +11.1k

Chapter warnings: mild angst, mentions of violence, divorce talk, discussion of polyamorous relationship. OT3 SMUT, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, double penetration, alcohol, a lot of cum lol

A/N: this is a collab between me, @maharani-radha-writes and @queenofthefaceless, okay, yes this is a repost (basically the blog in which this os was posted blocked me). originally posted on april 6th 2021

ao3 // Masterlist // ko-fi

comments and reblogs are eternally appreciated 💓

Carrillo slammed his face on the steering wheel of his car with a groan. He had just spent all day in court finalizing his divorce—which had been going on for months—and just as he had gotten home, he realized that he had forgotten his service pistol at the office. Something he was not allowed to bring in the courtroom.

Fuckers.

He had separation anxiety from it, so even though he had multiple spares in the house, he had one trusty weapon, and he wouldn’t be caught dead without it. He glanced at the clock, and saw that it was only eight o’clock, so it wasn’t too late for him to swing back to base and grab it. Shaking his head, he turned the ignition of his car back on and reversed out of his driveway to head back to the station.

When he got there, he used his keys to enter through the back doorway, not really wanting to have to greet the guards at the front. He was just… way too done with people that day. Although he and his by then ex-wife had separated amicably (or as amicably as it could get), the divorce had taken a huge toll on him. He and Juliana had separated about five months before, and he had spent that time sitting in lawyers’ conference rooms, arguing over this and that. He was ready to just give her everything and anything she wanted if it meant he could get that painful process over with.

Truth be told, Carrillo was lonely. He had been for a long time, even while he was still married to Juliana. They had been less of a married couple and more like roommates for the past year at least, and it was getting to them both. His job was tough and dangerous–Juliana didn’t understand a lot of it. To be fair, he kept most of it from her, but that got exhausting after a while. He longed to just...let go, and he couldn’t do that with her. And after a while, she had decided that staying married to him (and his job) was more trouble than it was worth. He couldn’t blame her, not one bit.

It didn’t matter any more. He had firmly closed that chapter of his life, and was ready to move on. He didn’t know what the future looked like for him, but the only thing that he was sure of was that Pablo Escobar would be dead. He would make sure of it–even if he died trying.

After finding his service pistol, which had been stuffed in a holster under his desk, Carrillo closed the door to his office, and proceeded to walk down the hallway to the back exit. But he stopped when he heard voices coming from the bullpen.

Odd.

He hadn’t seen anyone when he had come in. He turned slightly and strained his ears to try to see if he could discern who it was. Then he heard the distinct Southern American drawl of none other than Steve Murphy. The man had been pulling late nights in the office ever since his wife got up and left him.

“All right, kiddo, care to tell me what the fuck your problem is?”

Who–? Was “kiddo”? It certainly couldn’t be Peña. It was a Friday night, surely Peña was off….doing something (or someone) else.

“What’s my problem? What’s your problem, Murph?”

Oh, it was you. The lone female agent of the DEA. Carrillo had been quite wary of you when you had joined the team about a year before. He really wasn’t sure what, if anything, you would be bringing to the table. And he thought that having two DEA agents was two too many already. But over time, you had proven to be a strong, capable, and intelligent partner, and his respect for you had grown.

Bringing you to Colombia had been a good decision, on the part of your superiors.

Now that he had identified the two people still stuck in the base, he should have been satisfied and been on his way. But something about Steve’s tone of voice kept him rooted to the spot. He really, really shouldn’t have been eavesdropping, especially since he was sure that it was a conversation he was not meant to hear.

“You’re on edge. A lot more than usual,” Steve said, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, Steve. Just drop it,” you grumbled.

“Oh, so there is something?” Steve snarked, “Look, I normally would back off and leave you alone, but you’ve been highly distracted lately. And it’s affecting your work. I need to know what’s up or at least confirm that you’re going to get this resolved soon because we need your head in the game.”

Now that Steve mentioned it, Carrillo had noticed that you were...not yourself. And you hadn’t been for a while. But Carrillo was too caught up in his own drama to give it much of a thought.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, “I’ll try not to be so scatterbrained. I’ll fix it, I promise.”

“Is this what I think it is? The thing you told Connie that I’m not supposed to know about?” Steve asked.

Carrillo knew he absolutely needed to leave. That was not a conversation he should be listening to. But he just could not help it.

“You’re going to have to be more specific, Steve. I’ve told Connie a lot of things,” you chuckled, nervously.

“I mean about–” there was a pause, presumably Steve looking around to check that nobody was there, “–your feelings. For, uh, ya know, Peña?”

Oh. That was news.

“And–uh–Carrillo I think?” Steve continued.

Wait...what?

Carrillo whipped his head around so fast that he winced as his neck twinged in protest. Since when...since when did you have feelings? For him? And Peña? What was happening? Someone needed to shoot him because that could not be real.

“Must you say it aloud?” you hissed.

“I’m sorry, kiddo, I don’t mean to embarrass you,” Steve apologized, “And normally I would mind my own fucking business, but this is getting out of hand. You really don’t think I notice the cows’ eyes you make at Peña when he’s not looking?”

“I don’t do that!” you denied, indignantly.

“Okay fine, maybe that’s a bit dramatic,” Steve conceded, “But the point still stands. You definitely need to get this fixed. Have you thought, oh I don’t know, telling Peña? Or even Carrillo?”

“Are you crazy?” you stammered, “Do you have any idea what that would do to my career? Not to mention that Carrillo is...fucking married?”

“Well, he’s divorced now,” Steve clarified, “And nobody has to know. It’s nobody else’s business but yours. I’m just saying, think about it ok? You deserve an outlet, just like everyone else.”

Carrillo decided that it was best to not stay and hear what you had to say to that. Instead, he hightailed it out of the base, as quickly as he could, trying to keep his footsteps light so as not to alert you and Steve to his presence. Once he was finally in the safety of his car, he put his head back onto the seat and let out a long breath, trying to figure out what he was going to do with that information. He couldn’t deny that the idea of you having feelings for him was incredibly flattering. You were a very guarded individual and quite hard to read sometimes–not so dissimilar to him. He would have never, in a million years, guessed that you would be interested in him, and that was mostly due to your closed off persona.

But to find out that you had feelings for both him and Peña? That was an interesting development. Carrillo didn’t know how to feel about that. But he can’t deny that it intrigued him...more than it should have. His mother would be completely mortified if she found out that he was entertaining this--whatever it was.

But his mother was not here. His wife was gone, and had taken the kids with her. It was just him, and his large house. And now, apparently, you and possibly Peña. Carrillo tilted his head contemplatively and started the ignition of his car.

Maybe...just maybe, there was something to this whole charade.

**Scene Break 1**

Steve was tired. Scratch that, he was exhausted. Not physically, but mentally.

Javier had been looking at you for far too long, and Steve could taste the yearning and the tension that lingered around the office when Peña looked at you. It was maddening, and Steve had no idea how Peña had managed this long without jumping you. After all, he never seemed to have a problem getting a woman’s attention and keeping it. So, why were you so different?

And the worst part of this whole circus is that you were so blissfully unaware of it. It made Steve’s mouth foam with rage.

When he told Connie over the phone, the previous night, what you had said to him and how you had confessed to being attracted to both men, she actually convinced him to talk to Javi on your behalf. Because Connie knew you, and she knew you would just shut up about it, guard it as if you were a dragon with a treasure, never say a thing, and suffer in silence until your feelings went away. And if they didn’t. Too bad. Steve hadn’t wanted to get involved. After all, you were an adult, and Javier was an adult. You should be able to sort these things out yourself. But alas, that had not happened. And if Steve didn’t do something about it, it was going to get out of hand, quickly.

So when you got up from your desk and got out of the office, Steve walked to Javier and slammed his hand on a pile of files that Javier was almost hiding behind.

“Yes, Murphy, how can I help you?” Peña drawled, trying to keep his voice as even and unaffected as possible.

“Don’t give me that innocent bullshit, Peña,” Steve growled, “I’m so sick of you.”

“What could I have possibly done now?” Javier huffed, pulling a cigarette out of his pack and lighting it. He figured that if he played dumb, Steve would go away.

Alas.

“You, and her,” Steve said, emphasizing his point by jabbing his finger in the direction of the door you had just walked out of, “There’s something between the two of you. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”

Javier decided not to answer that. Instead he just took a puff of his cigarette and stared at Steve, daring him to continue.

“I’m serious Peña, stop playing coy. This is starting to affect your working relationship, and I’m getting sick of it,” Steve grumbled, “Do something about it. Now.”

It took a few moments of silence, but Javier finally decided to concede to Steve. Truth was, Javier’s head was full of thoughts. Full of you. Truth be told, getting infatuated with you was just a matter of time.

You were just… frustratingly attractive, incredibly strong and so damn smart. A dangerous combination, you were almost perfect. And that, scared the shit out of him. It had been a long time since Javier felt like that; he didn’t like the vulnerability of it all, he didn’t like how it was way too apparent that whatever you did, for small that it was, affected him in some way. He didn’t like the fact that he wanted to be with you all the time, see you all the time, talk to you all the time. He wanted to protect you all the time even when he knew you could perfectly protect yourself. And he had been feeling like that for months.

Javier interpreted that as karma, getting so madly, deeply into you and getting absolutely nothing in return. Until Steve chimed in, nosy as ever, to speak about something that was clear as a water drop but he just kept denying from himself.

He replayed what Steve had told him while he puffed from his cigarette and for a split second, and let himself smile at the words of his partner.

Steve was right. He was aware of how much he had been missing and how affected his job seemed to be because of how much time he spent thinking about you. It was so unlike him, and it was very unprofessional. But he just couldn’t help it.

You and your strikingly beautiful being. You letting him hold you close. You, with your hands on him. You and how sweet your lips must taste. You and how your naked body must look in the dimmed lights of his bedroom. Fuck.

So he decided, after his partner all but scolded him about being too dumb to realize, that he was going to face you and just… make things happen.

Steve smiled to himself while looking down at a file when Javier stood up from his own desk and walked out of the office.

“Attaboy,” he mumbled to himself.

**Scene Break 2**

You weren’t sure what it was, but suddenly the air in that bullpen had become oppressive, and you just needed to get out. Well, frankly...you weren’t stupid. You knew what was causing you to feel this way. It was stupid Steve and his stupid way of being right all the time, how the fuck did he do that? At some point, you were going to have to tell Javier (and possibly Carrillo, as well) how you felt, but if you could put it off for longer, you were absolutely going to do so.

You sat on the concrete wall bordering the police base, observing quietly as the citizens of Medellín went about their day, getting lunch and catching up with their colleagues. There was a man selling arepas just a few feet from you, and the smell was amazing. But no matter how tantalizing the scent was, you just couldn’t bring yourself to eat. All you needed was some air. Yeah, that’s what you needed. You’d be fine after a few moments.

Unfortunately, your peace wasn’t to last long, and as you were soon to discover, your observational skills would need a check up because Colonel Horacio Carrillo himself had just plopped himself next to you, and you hadn’t even noticed. Carrillo, for his part, waited a few moments before clearing his throat, startling you from your thoughts, and successfully getting your attention.

Ah shit.

One of the exact men that you didn’t want to deal with right now was sitting right next to you.

Joy.

“Those arepas look fantastic,” he remarked in that lovely accent you really liked, “Do you want one?”

You shook your head.

“No thank you,” you mumbled, “I’m fine.”

Carrillo hummed.

“I’m sure we could find something else if you would prefer. There’s all kinds of food in Medellín,” he replied. But you refused again.

“No, really, I’m fine. I don’t want any food,” you said.

Carrillo tilted his head and clasped his hands together, leaning forward slightly. He gave a small, almost imperceptible smirk, and if you didn’t know him so well, you would have missed it.

“I see,” he observed, amusedly, “So, then, Agent. What do you want?”

You frowned, and furrowed your eyebrows. What...what was he doing?

“I–I don’t want anything,” you replied, completely flabbergasted.

“Hmmm,” Carrillo began, “I don’t believe you. I think you want something.”

You raised your eyebrows at that. You’d never known the Colonel to be so bold.

“I want Escobar dead,” you quipped, “Same as you, I suppose.”

“Ah yes, I certainly want that,” Carrillo agreed, “But I want something else. Something that I imagine might be the same as you.”

You scratched the back of your neck, nervously, not sure where this was going.

“All right, Colonel, I’ll bite. What is it that you want?” you questioned.

Carrillo adjusted his position on the wall, turning so that he was facing you squarely. He looked you straight in the eyes before taking a deep breath, as if he was working up the courage to say something.

“You.”

You felt the air leave your lungs, Carrillo’s face was a puzzle laid before you but before you could say something else, you heard a deep, timbered voice calling your name.

You reluctantly turned around and saw Peña walking up to the both of you, you felt Carrillo shift beside you and let out a sigh, as if he knew something like that would happen.

“I was looking for you,” Javier mumbled, almost as if he didn’t want anyone else to hear but you.

“So, you found me,” your voice was shaky after the Colonel’s admission, and you tried to control it “What?”

“Can we–uh–talk?” he said, and you looked back at Carrillo.

“Can it wait?” you pleaded.

“No,” Javier declared.

“I think I know what this is about,” Carrillo announced, and you frowned at him, asking with your eyes for him to elaborate. But he just stayed quiet, looking between you and Peña.

“What do you mean?” Javier huffed, “This is a private conversation that I need to have with her.”

“I think we all need to have this conversation,” Carrillo mumbled, looking at the ground for half a second before returning his gaze to you and Javier.

“What are you two on?” you asked, frantically, “I am so confused.”

Javier glanced at the Colonel, at the way he was all but shifting around like a nervous kid. He realized Carrillo moved like he was hiding something, like he had a secret he so wanted to confess.

“Do you know something?” Javier questioned him, furrowing his brow. The Colonel turned to study him and there was a small moment in which they said nothing, and their eyes just locked.

And there, Javier saw him, as he was. Colonel Horacio Carrillo was an honorable man, everyone knew that, but as he was honorable he was dark, and Javier had a small suspicion of what he knew and was badly hiding.

Javier felt himself smirk at the man and Carrillo smirked back, and Javi knew it. Because he never misses things like that. For him is like having a sixth sense, somehow enhanced by his career and his experience. He just knows. Javier had never been indifferent to men. After all, being honest with himself, he had a little crush on Steve before he saw the wedding band. And Carrillo was… just his type. He never thought he would have the chance to even get closer to the Colonel like that. In the end, the time was not right and he was quite sure Carrillo wasn’t like that.

Clearly, he had been mistaken.

“Okay you two, I’ve had enough,” you grumbled, “What is going on? I’m sick of these games.”

“This is not a game,” Carrillo said, finally looking at you, you felt your frown get deeper.

“Then what is it?” you demanded.

Javier shrugged and took one last look at Carrillo, as if to confirm his consent, and replied.

“An arrangement,” he deadpanned, “With both of us.”

“If you want it,” Carrillo added, quickly.

You shot up from the wall you were sitting on and turned to glare at both of them. Javier put his hands on his waist and leaned on a leg, and Carrillo stood up as well, clasped hands in front of him, just waiting for you to say something. Anything.

Javier glanced nervously at Carrillo from the corner of his eye, searching his face for any sign of hesitation. I hope this is gonna go how you were planning, Carrillo, he thought, Because if it doesn’t and she refuses to speak to me again after this...I swear to god–

“Where did you get this idea?” you blabbered, feeling the sting of nervousness and insecurity settling into your stomach. Along with something else in your lower belly you refused to acknowledge at all.

Javier sighed, and shook his head.

“Steve Murphy has a big mouth,” he murmured.

“Dios mío,” you exclaimed, “He told you both?”

“Well, he told me,” Javier said, running a hand through his hair, “I don’t know about our Colonel over here.”

Now it was Carrillo’s turn to look sheepish.

“No, he didn’t say anything to me,” Carrillo admitted, “I overheard the two of you talking the other day.”

“You eavesdropped on me?” you gasped, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Is nothing I say private?”

Carrillo at least had the grace to look ashamed.

“It was an accident,” he tried to assure you, “But–I don’t regret listening in. I haven’t stopped thinking about it. About you.”

You scrubbed your face with your hands, trying to figure out what you were going to do. It wasn’t that you were–unhappy–more so embarrassed. You’d been carrying this secret for a long time now, and to have it so out in the open made you feel more exposed than ever. And you hated the feeling.

“I’m gonna need a minute,” you said, “Can we talk about this later? I need some space.”

Without waiting for a response, you briskly walked away from the police base and in the direction of the city. You weren’t sure where you were going or when you were going to be back. All that you knew was that your privacy had been massively violated, and you needed some space to collect yourself. Alone. And perhaps when you had calmed down, you could think about Carrillo and Peña’s proposal, like a functioning adult. But right now, you were too embarrassed (and aroused, let’s be real), to think straight.

Javier turned aside to look at Carrillo when your figure had disappeared into the city.

“So,” Javier broke the not-so-awkward silence, “Are you okay with this?”

Carrillo huffed at the question and glanced at the agent, noticing in him things he hadn't noticed before.

“Are you?”

Javier felt his stomach drop at the Colonel’s question… interesting.

“I’m all in,” he replied, smirking at Carrillo.

“Yo también.”

**Scene Break 3**

It was later in the afternoon by the time you had calmed down enough to return to work. You couldn’t believe what had happened today. You absolutely wanted to smack Steve. What you had told him was in confidence, and he had broken that trust. But you couldn’t deny that you were happy with the result. The idea of having even just one of those two men was enough to get you going, but both?

Men like them?

The pool of arousal was already forming in between your legs.

You could not deny how much you had wanted this, and how much you had been dreaming about it. And for a very long time. For god’s sake, you had lost sleep over this shit. It made you feel dirty, filthy, unprofessional. But you just couldn’t help it. You’d done a decent enough job of keeping your feelings in check, but now the cat was out of the bag.

And not only did these two men know how you felt. Apparently, they felt the same way. And for some godforsaken reason, they wanted you.

Were you really going to say no to an opportunity like that? Were you truly that stupid? No matter how much you were angry with Steve.

Connie would lose her shit when you'd call her to tell her about her husband’s work.

You walked into the bullpen and saw the office door opened, the first thing you saw was Javier’s face buried inside a file, his posture rigid and his hands grasping at the folder as if it were a lifeline.

He looked up and his eyes went wide when he saw you walk in.

But then you saw Murphy, sitting like nothing had happened and you saw red. You rushed at him and without a word your hand flew and you smacked him on the back of the head.

“What the fuck?” he yelled, and you heard Javier laughing behind you.

“You asshole,” you hissed, “Exactly what made you think it was a good idea to tell him? I trusted you to keep your mouth shut.”

“Excuse me,” Steve groaned, rubbing the back of his head, “I did you a fucking favor. I got tired of hanging around with you two idiots, just looking at each other and not saying shit.”

“You should not have done that,” you growled, fixing him with what you hoped was your most intimidating glare.

“Perhaps not,” Steve shrugged, “But I don’t regret it.”

“Can I–say something?” Javier asked behind you.

“No. Shut up.” you hissed without looking back at him.

“You do something like this again, and I’ll kill you,” you threatened Steve before storming out of the base, and into the parking lot. You sat in the driver’s seat of your car and banged your head against the steering wheel. You had had every intention of finding Peña and Carrillo and taking them up on their offer, but now all feelings of boldness had been once again replaced by shame and embarrassment. No doubt you were the talk of the police base, what with your massive crush on two of your colleagues.

Although you knew it was irrational, you couldn’t help but feel as though Carrillo and Peña were making fun of you. You knew it was stupid. Both of them were grown-ass men. They wouldn’t be so immature. If they didn’t like you at all, they would have just left you alone. But you just couldn’t help the raging insecurity you were feeling. Perhaps if you had actually told both of them, directly, how you felt, rather than let Steve Murphy do the hard work, then maybe you wouldn’t be feeling this way.

But that was all water under the bridge now, you supposed.

Later that night, you were heating up a pitiful TV-dinner in your apartment, not feeling up to eating, but you needed something, when your phone rang. You froze with the fork halfway to your mouth. There were only a handful of people who had your landline number, and even then, only a few of those people would have the guts to actually call it. This wasn’t going to be a fun conversation.

Sighing, you trudged over to the phone and lifted the receiver to your ear.

“¿Sí?” you asked, quietly, and you heard the low voice of Colonel Carrillo on the other end.

“It’s me,” he said softly, “You left work rather abruptly. I called to see if you were fine.”

“As fine as I can be, given the circumstances,” you grumbled.

“I’m sorry that things transpired the way they did, truly,” Carrillo mumbled, sounding genuinely apologetic, “But I meant it when I said I don’t regret finding out.”

“Of course you wouldn’t,” you snarked, “You’re not the one whose colleague breached her trust.”

There was a pause before Carrillo spoke again.

“Do you regret it?”

Now it was your turn to pause, contemplating your words and how you would respond. You didn’t want to hurt him, but at the same time, you wanted to make it clear that you weren’t pleased with the means---even if the end was fantastic.

“I regret how this started,” you replied, slowly, not trusting yourself to say anything further.

Carrillo hummed over the line, contemplating your words.

“I can’t blame you for that,” he said, “But forget about Steve for a moment, please. Have you thought about it?”

You inhaled and held your breath for ten counts, trying to calm down your racing heart. You couldn’t deny that just the mere thought of being in the same room with these two men, especially in a non-platonic setting, was difficult for you.

“I think you know the answer to that, Colonel. You aren’t stupid,” you quipped, “Have you discussed this with Peña? I must admit, I am surprised at you both. This doesn’t seem like something either of you would be interested in.”

“We’ve discussed this, absolutely,” Carrillo said, recalling the deeper conversation he had with Peña earlier that day after you had slapped Steve, “I think we’ve both surprised ourselves, if I’m being honest. But if the attraction is there, it’s there. But I want you to know, there is no pressure. This only goes as far as you want it to go.”

You frowned at that.

“What do you mean?” you pressed.

“Querida,” he sighed, “What happens between the three of us–well–Peña and I know where we stand–it’s up to you now. If you don’t want this, then just say the word. We’ll pretend this conversation never happened.”

You took a shuddering breath and tried to respond as best as you can.

“I–”

“You don’t have to give me an answer now,” Carrillo interrupted gently, “Think about it. Make sure it’s what you want. Then you can let us know.”

“I–ok,” you stuttered, for lack of a better response.

“I should leave you to your evening. But think about it, and let me know what you decide ,” Carrillo said, “Have a good night, querida.”

“Sure, good night, Colonel,” you mumbled, hearing the click on the other end, indicating that Carrillo had hung up.

You passed the rest of the evening in relative silence, going about your mundane business with an extra air of heaviness. Slowly you could feel the embarrassment from the day give way to desire. As you lay by yourself in your bed, clutching at your pillow, you couldn’t help the acute sense of loneliness that you felt. After all, you hadn’t really had anyone before you came to Colombia, and your job here certainly killed whatever chance of having a relationship you might have had. It was why you had so easily fallen for both of your colleagues.

You were lonely. And they were lonely too. But it wasn’t just out of loneliness. You’d seen what Peña was like when he just wanted to have a warm body next to him. Just as it had taken courage for you to confess how you felt to Steve, it must have taken just as much strength for Carrillo and Peña to admit the same to you. This wasn’t going to be a one time thing–born out of isolation and tragedy–it would be something much more meaningful than that. You could feel it.

You glanced at the clock, seeing that it was just past midnight. Although you knew that Carrillo usually stayed up late, you didn’t want to bother him, so you dialed the number of the only other person who you knew would be up this late.

“Hello?” Javier Peña gruffed on the other end, clearly annoyed at having been woken up.

“Javier, it’s me,” you said, by way of greeting. You heard some rustling of bedsheets, no doubt Javier was fully awake now.

“Are you all right?” he asked, concern coloring his tone.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you assured him, “I just–I’ve thought about your offer. Yours and Carrillo’s.”

You heard a sharp intake of breath over the phone.

“And what do you say, cariño?” he questioned, hope ringing in his voice.

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself.

“Yes. I’m saying yes.”

**Scene Break 4**

You sat inside Javier’s car, silently, as he drove the two of you through the streets of Medellín towards Carrillo’s address. It was a Friday–exactly a week from when Carrillo had overheard you talking to Steve, and you were completely floored at how your life had changed that fast. You didn’t regret anything though, not one bit.

You were nervous though. Having one of these men was enough to make you swoon, but both? You weren’t sure what was going to happen. All you knew is that it would be a fantastic night. You just hoped that you could keep up.

A hand on your knee brought you back to the present, and you glanced over to see that Javier was eyeing you out of the corner of his eye as he drove.

“Relax, cariño,” he ordered, “It’s just us.”

You laughed.

“I know, that’s what I’m worried about,” you said, jokingly. But Javier wasn’t having it.

“Why would that make you nervous?” he asked, turning to face you when you had stopped for a red light.

“You two are my friends and colleagues,” you stated, “I don’t–want to disappoint you. Especially since we will have to go back to work after the weekend.”

Javier shook his head and pressed down harder on the accelerator, hoping that if he got you to Carrillo’s place faster, you’d stop your fatalistic thoughts.

“None of that,” he grumbled, shutting down your line of thinking as quickly as he could, “What happens between us tonight stays between us. That’s it. No pressure or expectations. Just enjoy yourself, okay?”

You nodded, not quite trusting yourself to speak. And thankfully, you didn’t have to say anything because you and Javier finally pulled up in front of Carrillo’s house. It was a much larger property than you had expected, with a beautifully-kept lawn and a mango tree just at the front of the house. It was a stunning place to live, and the thought that Carrillo had been staying there alone, with nobody to share it with, for the past several months just left you heartbroken.

Well. That was likely about to change tonight.

“You’re still sure, cariño?” Javier asked, taking your hand in his and staring at your knuckles, “If you’ve changed your mind, I can drive you back now. No questions asked.”

You shook your head.

“I’m completely sure, Javi. Don’t worry,” you assured him, and Javier nodded.

“Bueno,” he mumbled, “Let’s go.” And with that, the two of you walked up the path to Carrillo’s front door and rang the bell. Carrillo answered almost immediately, face relaxing at the sight of you.

“I hope you didn’t have too much trouble finding the place,” he greeted, stepping back to allow the two of you to enter his house.

“I have some wine if you would like,” Carrillo suggested, leading you and Javier into the kitchen after the two of you had kicked off your shoes.

Carrillo walked straight to the fridge and took out what appeared to be a pretty expensive brand of wine, but neither you nor Javier said anything in regards to it. Instead, you both sat down and exchanged a series of fugitive glances at each other.

You thought you needed the wine, the bitter, strong taste of alcohol to run through your veins in order to be able to process the moment in its entirety. But suddenly, as you glared at both Javier and Carrillo, there was no need for anything else. No liquid distraction to be drunk beforehand, no ridiculous and meaningless pleasantries or comfort words. You knew those men. You trusted them with your life every day when you went out there on the streets, and you trusted them just as much now. Their mere presence was sufficient to relax you and ease the tension, although you thought they would both agree that the tension was thicker than you could’ve imagined.

“I trust you both, and I care about you both, so damn much.”

It came out of the blue; you weren’t even sure you thought about it in your mind, and yet you said it nonetheless, standing up. Both of them seemed a little surprised by your impromptu confession, but patiently waited for your continuation, if there was any to begin with.

“What I mean is… why make this harder on ourselves? Why bother with small talk and awkward conversations when we can just… do it, enjoy the night?”

Javier was the first one who smirked. And of course he would, he was probably used to a lot of those moments, or similar ones, and had almost no issue baring it all, you thought. You swore, for a brief, almost too rushed moment, that you saw Carrillo hesitate with saying something and averting his eyes from both you and Javier, but you brushed it off. Instead, he looked tall and mighty at you, as his official position required, and smiled gallantly at you.

“You are the one in charge tonight,” he told you.

Simple, yet effective.

From the moment you heard that sentence, it did something to your ego. It gave you an unexpected boost of confidence, it sparked a desire, a flame so bright and hot you wouldn’t have believed it to be true in any other situation.

You took a few steps closer to Carrillo, all the while having Javier watch the scene unfold from the kitchen entrance. He stood up when you did, out of some long-forgotten courtesy that he didn’t used to care about anymore, and he just knew where it was all headed. He recognized the look in your eyes, the longing on your face. He knew what it meant, how much it must’ve consumed you, and he felt oddly enticed and captivated by it.

Just as swiftly as the night began, Carrillo’s hands rested on your waist while he kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he only brought you closer to him; his lips tasted surprisingly sweet, with just a faint tint of nicotine. Your chest was pressed against his, warm clothed skin found yours and you shivered against him. His hands gripped your waist as if saying farewell to them and he slid them up your body. You could feel Peña’s eyes fixed in your bodies, staring at the scene, and when the Colonel broke the kiss to nibble at your neck, you opened your eyes to see him next to you; half-lidded brown deep eyes, an opened bottle of wine in one hand and his lower lip in the other. Your skin was burning, and you had barely been touched.

You smiled at him when Carrillo took your jacket off, Peña smirked and took a sip of wine directly from the bottle, careless about any pleasantries.

Carrillo’s wet tongue latched softly at your pulse point and ripped a low moan out of you, you closed your eyes again when his hands gripped your ass over the fabric of your jeans.

“Colonel, please,” you muttered, sighing as you felt his large hands had fun with your flesh and grip it after hearing the way you called him.

“Words, querida” he just replied, putting some distance between your wet skin and his lips.

“More,” you bit your lip, Carrillo smirked at you and you noticed the way his eyes darkened with desire in front of you. He turned to look at Javier, who was still standing at the kitchen entrance, palming his erection over his jeans.

“Bring that,” Carrillo said, pointing at the bottle, then slid his hand from your ass to the small of your back and guided you towards the staircase.

Between your hazed eyes and the cloud of lust that had begun to invade your mind you looked around Carrillo’s space and wondered how a man like him could live in a place that big. You smiled to yourself when he put his hand on the small of your back and soon enough Peña caught up to you, you felt his ever so imposing presence behind you.

Carrillo opened the door to the bedroom and pushed you softly inside.

You didn’t even have time to take your surroundings in when you felt a pair of warm hands find your hips and a set of lips grazing at your earlobe. Your eyes closed by themselves and the sweet, strong smell of Javier’s cologne invaded your nostrils as he pulled your back flush against his chest.

“Sh–shit,” you let out, half a whisper, half a moan, when you felt Carrillo’s hands roam around your waist.

You were losing yourself between the touch of the two of them, you shivered when Carrillo cupped your breast as Javier nibbled at the skin of your neck, from behind, you tilted your head to the side to give him more room to do whatever–the–fuck he pleased with your neck.

“Mírate, chiquita,” Carrillo whispered, you felt his breath on your lips and when you re-opened your eyes you saw him inches away from your face “you’re already wrecked.”

You felt Javier chuckling against your flushed skin, and you bit your lower lip, bringing a hand to the Colonel’s nape to pull him closer and kiss him again.

One of Javier’s hands found itself under your shirt, his mouth was moving and his other hand pulled softly at your shirt over your shoulder to find more skin to lick and kiss. Carrillo found the hem of your shirt and broke the kiss to look at you, as if asking for permission and reassurance that you wanted what he wanted. Javier watched the silent exchange and smirked against the skin of your shoulder, he gave it a last brush of his mustache and a last kiss before you nodded to the Colonel and he helped you out of the garment.

Carrillo smiled to himself when he saw what you’ve been hiding under it, a black, only-lace bra that showed the shade of your nipples, you bit your lip again when you took in his disheveled figure, his notorious erection under his military green pants that made the pool between your legs grow.

“How are you this fucking beautiful?” Javier muttered behind you, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses behind your ear to your nape.

Your breath hitched when Carrillo kneeled in front of you and you felt your chest heaving with desire when his large fingers dextrely unbuttoned your jeans and his thumbs hooked on the hem. He looked at you again and you nodded for a second time. Javier looked over your shoulder at the Colonel slowly sliding your jeans off your hips then your legs and he left his hands roam around the now naked skin of your torso. Your hands landed on the back of his head, and he took the hint, attacking the skin of your neck once again.

Carrillo threw your jeans away once he helped you out of them and you moaned loudly when his lips grazed against your knee. One of your hands dropped to grab Carrillo’s head as his trail of kisses moved up, up, up until he reached the soft skin where your thigh and your hip joined. You were sure he could smell your arousal, you were sure he could feel it at that point and you didn’t care, for once you let yourself only feel and let all thought out of your mind while you felt two mouths, two men, take care of you.

There was no hesitation from Javier’s side as his fingers gently grazed up your spine, expertly unclasping your bra, taking in the image of the straps loosening on your smooth skin. He was damn near panting at the mere sight, but he had to remind himself that that was only the tip of the iceberg. The moans you were letting escape your mouth as Carrillo pressed gentle kisses on your inner thighs aided him in no way. He felt himself get harder and harder and fought off raging instincts to turn that moment into another one of his one-night stands.

Javier made sure he tasted your skin while he took the straps from both sides between his fingers and slid them off your shoulders, he felt you shivering under his hands and over Horacio’s mouth and you could feel the smirk on your skin, once the bra came off, Javier took your chin and moved your head to face him, he pressed his mouth on yours, his tongue hungry for your scent, invading your cavities and feeling your warmth rush through his body with the speed of light. Everything about your scent was intoxicating and consuming, and ever so addicting that he could barely find it in himself to stop.

But then his calloused hands found your breasts and oh–oh, shit.

That first squeeze, tantalizingly slow and powerful, took you out completely. You gasped, and you weren’t sure if it was Horacio’s warm breath in between your legs or Javier fondling your breasts, but you embraced the overwhelming effect both had on you. Javier squeezed again, and moved around to locate the sweet torture of his mouth onto your nipples, taking one in his mouth whilst his thumb moved over the other one, twisting it in between his fingers as he nibbled at your skin. His tongue left a glistening trail as he peppered kisses in between your breasts, moving up your sternum, collarbones and neck and focusing on one particular spot that seemed to drive you wild. So much so that you reached behind your back to grab a handful of his hair, pull him in closer however you could.

“Lay her down, Peña,” Carrillo cooed, and the man followed suit.

You saw the Colonel untuck his shirt and take it off while Javier kneeled on the bed and helped you lay down on it, the softness of the sheets embraced you and the coldness made you whimper softly.

It was a premiere for him to witness Javier Peña, of all people, being so submissive and attentive, but he had other matters to focus on at the moment. His mouth left your already glistening and plump lips to grab the bottle of wine, your eyes followed him as you felt Carrillo’s hands spread your legs open and kiss the inside of your legs again, Javier came back to the bed and kneeled next to you, his hand gripping the bottle and the other cupping your face, he smiled softly at you and took a sip from the bottle; you moaned when Carrillo’s hands worked to get you out of your lace panties and Javier leaned down to you, the hand that cupped your face moved to your chin and he opened your mouth with his thumb, letting the wine pour from his mouth to yours, the wine was warm and it tasted sweet, when you closed your mouth and swallowed, Javier’s thumb grazed your lips and you heard a hard pant next to you, you turned to see Carrillo’s lusted face, you gave him a soft smile and he all but threw himself to you, kissing your mound, you moaned again and Javier leaned back, bringing the chilled bottle closer to your body, letting the tip of it graze against your warm skin, between the cold sensation and Carrillo’s lips tasting you, you were about to scream, Javier looked at you, smirked and pour some of the wine all over your breasts and abdomen, immediately reaching down on your again to lick the liquid off. A bit of the wine had traveled down your abdomen to your lower belly and found its way into Carrillos mouth, the feeling of the cold wine and their tongues made you growl. You had two pairs of equally sinful and skilled lips teasing and licking deliciously well over your exposed skin, and you had half of mind to grab either one of them and get to business. You couldn’t recall the last time you felt so aroused, but it was all a masterful torture and all for a good time. If anyone else was allowed to have their downtime, why shouldn’t you?

It was somewhat futile to even attempt to please either one of the men in return; their own pleasure seemed to be revolving around yours and they were both doing such an incredible job out of it that you had a hard time trying to keep track of where did the waves of pleasure come from anymore. It was all one big tsunami of feelings, from overstimulation to lust and appreciation and love in some form.

Carrillo continued his ministrations while Javier licked the remains of the wine from your body, his tongue traveled to your sternum and he took a nipple on his mouth ever so briefly, then he stood up and quickly undressed, not bothering to be cool about it, he just threw his clothes to the floor while he looked at Horacio have the time of his life between your legs, you let out soft moans and whispers and while Javier took off his jeans he saw your hand grip Carrillo’s hair as your hips hatched against the Colonel’s face. You felt his tongue flicking your clit and he pushed a thick finger inside you, curling it around, building you up and throwing you off the cliff with the same force he had put you there. You came on his mouth with his name on yours.

As you laid on the bed, legs spread for Carrillo as he helped you ride off your orgasm, Javier kneeled back on the bed next to your face, his hand snaked its way around your neck, gently grabbing both sides and helping you take his erection in your mouth, which you were more than happy to do. You could tell he was somewhat tensed: he was doing his absolute best to control his motions and to keep it at a normal rhythm, but the more you involuntarily groaned as Carrillo began to glide his tongue across your slit once again, building up your second climax, the more Javier was slowly losing bits and pieces of himself. Within seconds, you could just tell you weren’t gonna last long, but neither would Javier as he picked up the face and jerked his hips forward more and more, thus obliging you to take more of him in. You couldn’t explain it, nor find any logic behind the action itself, but you swore you felt his release in Javier’s impatient thrusts and, sure enough, mere seconds later, he finally came, grunting as ropes of his seed dripped down your jaw.

Your moans returned when Carrillo added two fingers to his mouthy torture over your clit, and you felt like you could explode. Not long after that all-too familiar gut feeling, that almost persistent desire to burn, you came for a second time, eager to jerk your hips forward and meet as much as you could of Carrillo’s tongue, but this time, the man’s grip over your thighs was impossible to break. He held you in place ever so expertly and ate you out like you were his favorite five course meal, soaking up every ounce of juice that you provided him with.

You temporarily lost feeling in your arms as you tried to raise them to make at least Javier pay attention, but words also failed to leave your abused mouth.

“Que buena chica,” Carrillo said from somewhere down below. (What a good girl.)

Your brain didn’t register what he said properly. All you could feel was a fire so intense, so vivid, you nearly saw stars. And something told you that was only the beginning.

And you were proven right.

In the momentary lack of physical touch, you thought about the moment itself, having two of the strongest, most desirable men eager to please you–simultaneously, might you add–and the more you thought about it, the more it threw you off completely. Why? You weren’t really sure. Perhaps it was the idea in the back of your mind that you wouldn’t have thought yourself capable of that. Or them, really. The activity hadn’t been exactly on your to-do list over the past few years and yet now, you couldn’t have thought of a better way to figure out your feelings for them, and to spare time.

The freshly acquired ecstasy was not only enthralling, but efficient as well.

After your second orgasm at Horacio’s ministrations you saw him between your lusted, narrowed eyes, undress completely, Javier was next to you, trailing his fingers up and down your wet torso–wet with wine and his saliva, what a fucking thought– while the both of you saw Carrillo take the remains of his clothes off and took in his lean figure, Javier smirked when he saw him whole and thought to himself the things he would do to the man if he had the time.

Javier wrapped his arms around your waist and helped you roll over to the side to face him, licking his bottom lip in the process and made sure you watched as he did so. He had been eyeing you up and down the entire day, whether clothed or not, and every glance he threw you, ever so dark and desirable, filled with subtext and desire, made you weaker and weaker, just like Carrillo’s touches were.

You reached his face and took his lips in yours, his tongue slid inside your mouth and as he explored the insides and his hand grabbed fistfuls of your ass, you felt the bed shifting behind you, and another hand snaked from behind and found your breast, you were being pressed against and between two bodies and the wam of them was driving you insane, when Carrillo’s fingers played with your nipple you bucked your hips forward and you felt Javier’s erection graze at your lower belly. Javier moved his hand from your ass to your thigh and then he let it slide to your pussy, you bucked your hips backwards and you felt Carrillo’s erection graze at your ass.

“How are you still this wet, bonita?” Javier asked, while his fingers found themselves between your lips.

“Don’t you know the answer by now, Javi?” you muttered, feeling the way Carrillo’s mouth found your shoulders.

You glanced at him and Carrillo the same way Javier looked at you and you understood in an instant why he always preferred to be that way. It was enticing, addicting and sinful, just the way he was.

And by the looks of it, Colonel Horacio Carrillo was no saint either.

“How do you want this to go, chiquita?” Horacio asked behind you as you moved your leg up to allow Javier’s fingers to find a way inside you.

You sighed. Why was he asking you that question when you weren’t even sure something like this would happen? For a brief, brief second you wanted to hide, just grab your clothes and hide. But you found yourself sandwiched between the men that you most desired and you just couldn’t waste this opportunity for the life of you.

So you rummaged around your deepest, filthiest fantasies you’ve had when everything had just been a sinful dream, a product of your lascive thoughts giving into what you catalogued as your darkest secrets and desires and you found one you couldn’t stop think about after it had given you a stars–behind–the–eyes orgasm.

“I want both,” you muttered, feeling the way both men groaned at your sides, “both inside me, please.”

“You sure?” Javier asked, pulling out his fingers from your cunt and looking at the way they glistened, you nodded.

“Words, chiquita,” Horacio said and you turned to see him, he leaned down and stole a short, deep kiss.

“I’m a hundred percent sure,” you murmured against the Colonel’s lips.

“Let’s get you ready, then,” Javier whispered on your neck and you sighed when his fingers slid back into your slit, you closed your eyes when Horacio played your nipples around his fingers and then his hand roamed down your body, finding their way to your pussy.

“Déjame entrar,” Horacio said under his breath, Javier stopped moving his fingers inside you and you squeezed your eyes tighter when Carrillo slid two more fingers inside your cunt.

“Fu–fuck, fuck,” you gasped, Javier let open mouthed kisses around your face and the skin of your neck within reach while your walls tightened around their thick fingers.

“You okay?” Javier asked and you nodded a few times before your body relaxed and got used to the intrusion.

“Mo–move,” you pleaded, feeling Horacio’s mouth nibbling at your shoulder and your neck.

Javier and Horacio moved their fingers at the same time inside you, looking at each other as if marking a dancing pace. You didn’t know what to do with yourself as they moved in and out and curled their fingers in all directions inside you, making you moan and whimper and open up more for them as they somehow found an identical pace to torture you with.

“Eso, eso nena, lo estás haciendo muy bien,” Carrillo praised behind you, feeling the way your walls were giving into the attention and dilating around their fingers (That’s it baby, you’re doing great)

“Más,” you pleaded, rolling your hips against their hands “Más, más,”

They grinned at each other, Javier’s eyes landed on your face and took in the way your features quirked in pure pleasure. Their fingers moving at the same time, pacing in and out faster. Javier’s mouth landed on your shoulder and Carrillo only took in the lewd noise his and Javier’s fingers were making as they pulled in and out at a murdering pace.

“Oh, sh–shit,” you bit your lip and tried to hide your face inside the crook of Javier’s neck but Horacio pulled you away with his other hand.

“We wanna hear you, querida.” he whispered behind your ear, you shivered again at the feeling of his warm breath and then it became too much, their fingers were covered in your arousal as you spread your legs impossibly wider as your throat began growling and your hands landed on both of them, digging your nails on their flesh. Javier hissed against your shoulder and Carrillo bit the skin of your mouth, both of them throwing you together from the cliff and your body spasmed between them.

“Oh my god, oh shit, fuck!” you screamed between their bodies and they slowed their pace to help you ride down your climax “please, please, fuck me, please,” you let out, almost desperately, eager to feel the same with them inside you. They slid their fingers out of you and you shivered again.

Your body was already a mess, after three powerful orgasms you were panting for air, the only thing you wanted was them inside you, you wanted to feel every ridge and every vein of them, you wanted; you needed to cum around them both.

“What is taking you so long?” you opened your eyes, quite frustrated at the lack of attention to your bodies, but the sight that you took in was otherworldly.

Carrillo had his fingers, his covered–in–your–arousal fingers inside Javier’s mouth.

“Fuck,” you let out, dropping your head on the mattress, looking at the way Javier grabbed Horacio’s wrist to keep his hand on his mouth and lick them clean of you while Horacio’s deep gaze took Javier in with a smirk adorning his face.

Horacio pulled his fingers out with a soft pop and they both looked at you, panting and brushing a nipple with your fingers.

“Next time you’ll have to put on a show for me,” you teased.

“You’re ready?” Javier asked, leaning down to kiss your temple, you looked at Carrillo and smiled at him as he licked his fingers.

“Very,” you replied, softly, your voice was already hoarse because of the moaning and screaming they had pulled out of you, they got comfortable on each of your side and you took a deep breath when Horacio lifted your leg and hooked it on his hip.

Javier was the first one to tease your entrance with the dripping head of his cock, when you felt it sliding up and down your slit you gasped and as he pushed himself inside you you grabbed his arm and licked any part of his skin available for you.

“Oh my god,” you cried out softly.

Javier was having a hard time staying still when your walls were warm and wet around him, his hands roamed around your body as Carrillo lined himself with you and him as well and then he pushed.

“Holy fucking shit,” you had close your eyes at the feeling of Horacio making his way inside of you, you breathed and panted and tried so hard to relaxe but they were thicker than their fingers and your pussy was clenching already around them. Javier took your hand and you squeezed his as both of them bottomed up inside you.

Horacio put his hands over the entanglement of yours and Javi’s and the three of you gasped and panted until your body stopped squirming between them and your walls stopped closing themselves at the feeling of two thick cocks making their way inside.

Javier had to close his eyes as well when he felt how your cunt clenched him tight closer to Horacio and he felt himself throb inside you, when he opened his eyes he saw you, open mouthed gasps leaving your body as it got used to being that full, and then his eyes traveled to Horacio, that buried himself in the crook of your neck, he supposed he was feeling the same way as him, trapped in a oh–so–tight hole with him.

“Move, move, move,” you all but begged, the initial sting of being filled like that disappearing and being replaced with the darkest, deepest, hottest desire you had ever felt, “fu–fucking move already!”

Horacio smirked against the skin of your neck at your demand and moved slightly to look at Javier, who nodded once and then, murdering pleasure; Javier pulled out and as he was thrusting slowly back in, Horacio pulled out and moved in as Javier moved out and you gasped and the air in your lungs left you for the time being as your cunt was filled with the two men you wanted the most.

It was pleasure delivered in a delicious swing of two hips rocking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth into you, making you impossibly wetter, incredibly hornier, and way too lost in the haze to even care about anything else.

The way that they were fucking you was shameless, the noises were lewd and your moans invaded the room as soon as they picked up the pace and kept driving into you at the same pace but in different directions.

Four hands caressed your body, two sets of lips nibbled at your skin, two tongues tasted the salty sheet of sweat that had covered your body, two thick cocks used your body at their will, making you want to explode; it was an eager combination of feelings and sensations pulled out of the most sensual, lechery, degenerated dreams you could ever had.

“Harder, please, pleasepleaseplease,” you panted out, gripping any skin and limb your hands could find. Your hips started rolling and rolling and rolling with them as they thrusted and pounded inside you.

“Mierda,” Horacio gasped behind you, biting at your skin, making you whimper.

“You’re so fucking tight, so fu–fucking good, baby,” Javier cried out as your pussy clenched around them and you absentmindedly rolled your hips harder.

It was an entanglement of limbs and wet skin, mouths clashing against skin, hands gripping and grabbing available flesh, a swing of bodies and a symphony of licks, kisses, hums, gasps, pants, begs and praises.

“Shit, sh–shit,” you panted harder and clawed at Javier’s arm when you felt the well-familiar tug on your belly of an incoming orgasm, you hummed and moaned and you felt lips in your ear, licking and nibbling at your earlobe, “I’m so close, más,”

Javier gritted his teeth when you demanded more and angled his hips to pound inside harder, Horacio followed his lead, dropping his hand on Javier’s shoulder for leverage. Carrillo’s touch burned in Javier’s skin and he felt his body stiffen with the feeling of his second release.

“Por dios, querida, me estás matando.” Horacio cried out behind you, feeling as well his body falling from the cliff. (My god, you’re killing me)

Javier’s free hand slid through your wet, glistening skin and his finger circled your clit slowly, you screamed his name, your legs buckled and your entire body squirmed with the sea of sensations your body was feeling and flooding with.

“Cum inside me, please, please,” you panted again, feeling the way your legs started to shake as both of their thrust became erratic and Javier’s finger kept circling around your bundle of nerves you exploded around them, gushing out and soaking them as your orgasm made you scream both their names.

“Mierda, querida, mírate,” Horacio grunted before he gave into the lustfulness of it all and came inside you and around Javier.

Once Javi felt the warmness of Carrillo’s release and the way you soaked both of them and his hand, he locked his hips with yours and spilled himself inside as well, gasping out your name.

“Ohmyfuckinggod,” you let out as a sigh, feeling your legs tremble with the strength of your climax.

The three of you stayed like that, joined, for a while. As your bodies relaxed you finally opened your eyes and saw the way Horacio’s hand was resting on Javier’s shoulder, wrapping you as well between them. Both of them breathing heavily, eyes closed, recovering from whatever the hell you had done was called. You sighed and smiled to yourself. If it weren’t for the four orgasms you had and the way your cunt was throbbing after the abuse and dripping with their seed, you wouldn’t believe it was real at all.

“How was that, cariño?” Javier asked, grazing a hand up and down your arm.

“That was–magnificent,” you gushed, not sure how else to describe that positively euphoric experience, “I think–you two have worn me out.”

Horacio chuckled and moved your head to press a kiss to your forehead, and shifted to allow all three of you to lie somewhat comfortably under the covers. You whined when they pulled out of you, solely because at the loss of them, you felt empty.

“Rest now, querida, we’ll be here in the morning,” he whispered into your hair, and that was all the permission you needed.

“We should–” you brought a hand to your mouth to cover a massive yawn, “–do this again sometime.”

After that, it didn’t take long before you had succumbed to the tempting pull of sleep. Horacio sighed and glanced over your shoulder at Javier, who looked rather worn out himself. Tenderly, Horacio reached over and brushed aside a small strand of hair that had fallen in Javi’s face.

“So, same time next week, then?” Horacio asked, giving Javier a lazy smirk, which was returned in kind.

“Yeah,” Javier mumbled, turning over to drape his arm around your way and bury his face in your neck.

“Absolutely.”

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