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vividvivvy · 3 months

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how would the MSBY 4 react to fem!reader being stronger then they look by picking each of them up easily??

So, when I saw this immediately one thing popped into my brain. Cause you know who is stronger than they look and pick people up easily. Cheerleaders. (This is biased because I do competitive cheerleading)

MSBY Jackals boys reacting to their cute little cheer leader girlfriend absolutely rocking their shit.

Shoyo Hinata: he had known you did competitive cheerleading of course, but the first time he went to one of your competitions he was in awe. He had never seen anyone jump higher than him until now.

After your round was over he rushed off the bleachers and swept you up into his arms, "oh my goodness babe that was amazing! You didn't tell me you could do any of that stuff!" He pulled back and grabbed your shoulders, shaking you profusely as he shouted and rambled about what he had seen while you were on the mat.

"you were like, up and then back down and then you even picked up that other girl! All by yourself! And then you even threw her in the air!" The smile on his face was one you'd never forget, he looked so proud of you but to you this was just another thing you did regularly.

"Shoyo I have to pick people up like that every single day" your voice was gentle as you wrapped your arms around him and easily managed to lift his feet off the ground, even giving him a small toss before his feet landed back on the ground. "You would make a great flyer Sho"

He faltered for a minute and just stared at you, being picked up wasn't particularly new to him, he was normally one of the smallest people in his friend group, but he'd never been picked up by a girl, especially not one that looked so small and cute, and yet here he was, his sweet little girlfriend had just picked him up like he didn't weigh more then a bag of flour.

"you just did that..."

"yeah, that's kind of what I do babe"

Kotaro Bokuto: brags about you like there is no tomorrow, he knows damn well that he has a cool girlfriend. I feel like that would be well established the first time you did a standing back tuck in front of him (basically a back flip). He had never messaged the team group chat so fast, something like.

"GUYS MY GIRLFRIEND CAN LITERALLY DO A BACKFLIP"

He didn't expect, however, that one day while you were helping out at his volleyball practice, he would see you scoop up his teammate with ease and carry him off the court when he had hurt his leg and couldn't stand. Once the man you can been carrying was set down and settled Bokuto ran up to you yelling. "Babe! Babe! Pick me up to!"

At first you had turned him down, saying that you didn't want to strain your arms too much before practice later, but he started sulking in a random corner of the gym and wouldn't budge. So you walked over and picked him up bridal style.

It was a comical sight honestly, a short girl with skinny arms, holding her giant muscle man of a boyfriend like he was a princess, but there it was. No one would have believed it if they hadn't seen it, but it was right in front of the whole team's eyes. And Atsumu had never snapped a picture faster in his life before walking away and chuckling to himself, Shoyo bouncing like a happy dog at his side, laughing at the photo he took. "That's going on the teams Instagram".

Bokuto couldn't care less about all the eyes on him though, he was beaming with happiness.

"my girlfriend can do a backflip AND she can pick me up!"

Miya Atsumu: Miya thought it was amazing that he had a girlfriend that did competitive cheer, I mean who wouldn't want a cheerleader girlfriend. But he didn't realize how much work went into your sport. You go to the gym almost more than he does. On top of that you do weekly yoga class and have an entire mini gym set up in your house.

"God damn princess, I knew that you were tough but don't go showing me up" he laughed as he watched you easily squat his max, you only smirked and went to get more weights. "It was your idea to go on a gym date my love"

He rolled his eyes and "well yeah but I didn't think you'd totally show me up, I thought I'd get to show off to you." He watched you squat again, you were squatting more then he had in, well ever, "what do you do in cheer, cause God damn"

"I throw people" you spoke nonchalantly and he laughed, waiting for you to continue on, but you only glanced at him from the corner of your eye. "I'm serious babe, I'm a base, my job is literally to throw people" you did crack a smile, you couldn't really stay serious when talking about throwing your teammates around.

"then throw me" he challenged without hesitation, you paused what you were doing and stepped away from where you had been doing your squats, walking up to him with the most neutral face he'd ever seen you with, and reaching down, and lifting him up from just above his knees.

Of course a lot of people in the gym had started staring at this point, I mean a girl who looked like she had never set foot into a gym just lifted her built boyfriend up like a ragdoll.

You held him there for a moment before he felt your entire body shift at your knees, and the large male heard you whisper "1, 2, down, up" then you let go of him and he was in the air, and before he knew it he was planted back on the ground.

It all happened way too quickly for him to process, he just stood there for a minute before a smirk grew over his face.

"well shit. My girlfriend literally just threw me"

Kiyoomi Sakusa: he was never one to show much interest in your sport, he would go to your competitions and congratulate you when you did good and support you when your team didn't do great. But other than that he didn't ask many questions or pry about it, just like you didn't with volleyball.

Though even though you didn't pry much about volleyball, you couldn't help but get super excited for your tall boyfriend when his team would win games. The team had grown accustomed to you rushing the court after they won to jump into your boyfriend's arms, he normally kept his cool in these situations, simply hugging you and holding you up while you shouted and cheered for him.

But this game played out a little differently, you had been on the edge of your seat the whole time, and you could visibly see Sakusa getting more and more frustrated as the two teams were in a constant back and forth. So when Hinata had managed the winning spike, you had never raced down the bleachers faster in your life.

Sakusa braced for you to run up and jump at him like you normally do, wrapping your much smaller frame around him and clinging onto him. But instead you threw your arms around his legs, just below his (flat) butt, lifting your 6'2 boyfriend off the ground. His teammates had never seen the calm and collected Sakusa lose his cool that quick, his center of gravity leaned directly backwards but his short girlfriend held firm to the ground, and didn't put him down until you heard him mumble.

"hey, put me down..." You scrambled to put him down and immediately started apologizing.

"I'm so sorry Yoomi! It's just what I do with the girls in cheer I didn't- it was muscle memory i-"

"it's fine just, no more picking me up when hundreds of people are staring at us, it's really awkward"

Sorry if it's not what you expected! I heavily base y/n on myself so when I read your request it was the first thing that came to mind. I hope it's ok 🫶

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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Be a good bunny and let me kiss you

Remus Lupin x fem! shy! reader

Summary: As the party dies down and everyone's falling asleep, Remus can't help but pepper his girl in kisses...and hickeys

Warnings: heated, kissing, mentions of hickeys, smoking weed, drugs, drinking and being tipsy, established relationship, fluff, very quick proofread

A/n: 1.5k words, I have some James and Freddie fluff for tomorrow and thursday but until then kisses with Remus x thank you for the request hope you enjoy!

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You were seated on your boyfriend's lap, legs dangling over the side of the armchair. The party has long finished now, the only ones still up being you and your friends.

James and Mary on one of the couches next to Frank with a very sleepy Alice on his lap, Marlene and Lily on the couch closest to you, Dorcas resting her legs over the end much like yourself with head resting perfectly on her girlfriends lap, and finally Sirius, laying flat on the floor where the coffee table should have been, fully conscious and loving every second of it as Peter lay asleep on his stomach as a rat

“Here ya go marls” Sirius extends the blunt towards her

You felt Remus’ hands slither around you, they had been on the arm rest and your lower thigh, but now one was slipping between between your legs and hooking under to pull you closer, while the other tentatively moved your cardigan off your shoulder

“Here love” you look over at Marlene, smiling as she carefully holds the it to Dorcas lips before leaning down to kiss her, inhaling the smoke with a grin as she does

“Greedy” James teased, earning chuckles from the room

“Hey I technically bought it soo…” she shrugs taking a drag, speaking as she exhaled ““…I get extra my dear” she sighs, smirking at the boy before closing her eyes and passing it around onto lily

She brings it to her lips a little shaky, cheeks already aflame before she starts coughing. You lean forward, as does James but your hand finds hers first to check she’s okay, knowing out of everyone she’s the least experienced with it

“You alright?” you ask quietly, hearing James and Sirius chuckle but not realising it’s at Remus, who’s currently wearing a grumpy pout that you moved away just as his lips were about to meet your neck

She coughs but manages to get out an “I’m fine sugar” turning her hand into yours to squeezes it “You’ll just have to give me private lessons” she’s adds and your eyes widen comically

You can’t stop the smile though, taking the roll up from her and shy away, more so when you make eye contact with Marlene and not only she winks but blows you a kiss as well

The blondes eyes then go behind you and giggles “Someone’s not happy sharing his wife” she jokes and just then Remus pulls you back into him, igniting a squeal

“You two had your chance and chose that lovely lady and that weirdo” he nods to Dorcas and James “She’s my bunny” he whispers into your temple before he kisses it, making you smile beyond compare

“My moon” you whisper back and he squeezes you gently

“Me and Dorcas wouldn’t mind a third” Marlene winks and dorcas high fives her with a small hell yeah

You feel your face heat, cheek now squished against Remus’ chest as you could feel the vibrations of laughter as Lily adds the icing that ends you

“And I’m sure James won’t mind his wife having a wife” she states and while James chuckles he tries not to get flustered himself over lily wanting to be his wife

You tuck your head into his chest then, hiding from everyone as the buzz made your already easily flustered self go into overdrive

“She okay?” Sirius tilts his head back, looking up at him before laughing “Also you look weird upside down…still hot as ever but none the less weird”

You giggle into Remus’ chest at that, peering up to admire the slight flush he pretends doesn’t happen at the compliment.

“She’s fine” his eyes come down to meet yours, flashing you that smile before licking his lips “Thanks bun” he winks when you gift him the blunt, deciding to skip this turn and hug your man instead, nuzzling your head into him further

Remus hands it off to James soon enough and after a few more rounds you and Remus were too busy cuddling one another that the others just skipped on by

When James and Marlene start to bicker over something, you try to turn back to the conversation, only to feel Remus’ nose diving right into your once again exposed neck. His touch his gentle, hot breath ticking you in the nicest way and causing your body to relax further into him, hand finding his while his free one brings rubbing circles into your tight clad thigh

A soft hum escapes your lips as his own pepper kisses everywhere, along your jaw down to your collarbone, over your shoulder and back up to just below your ear. You know what he’s doing, testing every spot for the sweet one, though with him he was capable for turning everywhere into one

Your thoughts were floaty already but they were extenuated by the trail of soft kisses, everyone else’s voices and giggles reduced to a distant murmur. Your friends knew what was happening but they didn’t mind. Yours and Remus’ pda usually only consisted of holding hands, heads on shoulders and temple, forehead and cheek kisses, but when it was just close friends and you both were a little looser, the two of you engaged in a bit more

You smile as he wets his lips, open mouth kisses pressed upon the places you loved most, secure hands playing with your fingers and gentle caressing your inner thigh

“Bunny?” he murmurs only loud enough for you to hear

You can only him in response, sinking down to lean your head on his shoulder when he pulls away.

As your eyes meet all you can think about his handsome he looks in this light, wearing a shy smile when you remember he’s all yours and bringing his hand up so his arm now draped over your shoulders, fingers intertwined at your chest

He grins “You’re so pretty” he tells you, voice quiet but normal, look of pride on his face like he’s remembered the same thing you have, that you’re all his

“And you’re going to kill me” you mutter back, bringing his hand up so you can place a lingering kiss to his palm, right on the one scar that covers it

He pushes his nose into your hairline, shifting his head around so he’s now leaning over you, hand sliding up your outer thigh and stopping just before the hem of your skirt

“Bunny you being the prettiest thing in existence isn’t what’s gonna kill you” he whispers in your ear, and you can feel the smile on his lips as they meet your temple

All you can do is let out a little skirm and squeak in response before you finally manage to ask “What will then?” Your head turns to meet his gaze once more, smiling shyly but your eyes sparkle

He just smiles and raises his eyebrows, letting you know this will be a practical demonstration as he ducks back down to your neck and begins the same pattern he started on the other side. Gentle chatse kisses, followed my open mouth ones, his tongue darting out occasionally and running along your skin before eventually his lips focus on one place

You bite your lip, sighing out just as your breath hitches when his teeth gently graze the area before he returns to his gentle suckles, repeating it over and over across your neck until you forget everything but his lips

“Dead yet?” he whispers with a grin you can feel on your now sensitive skin and then he goes straight back to it

You let out a shaky breath “Well and truly”

After a while he removes himself, nose trailing up your cheek before he pressed a kiss to it, doing the same on the other side, and then your nose, and your eyebrow, until your giggling uncontrollably

“Rem” you try to turn and hide away but his hand moves from your thigh to cup your jaw and bring it back

“No” he chastises “Be a good bunny and let me kiss you” he demands so softly it’s almost a plead and of course you let him, smiling so wide your cheeks hurt as he makes a point of kissing every part of your face

The others had mostly fallen asleep by this point, only James and Sirius were awake and the former had joined his friend on the floor, both smiling at their friend, beyond happy he’s letting himself love so fully. Though they did chuckle at the many hickeys that littered your neck, making note to tease their friend later for his wolfy sides love for marking you up

“You know your funeral will have to be close casket” he tells you pulling away, fingers sliding down to your neck, smile playing his lips as he admires his handy work

“Why?” You ask a little breathless and a little giggly

“Marked ya up real good bunny” he smirks “ and I’m only getting started, you’ll have a necklace by dawn”

“I’ll be dead by dawn”

You both giggle together, noses touching until eventually his lips capture yours in a kiss that wasn't ending anytime soon

Thank you for reading ♡

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didyoubringauntienat · 7 months

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Sleepless Nights

(Gif not mine)

Summary: Y/n can’t sleep, now it’s Wanda’s problem

Word Count: 591 words

Warnings: fluff, Y/n being a little shit

Taglist: @stephanieromanoff @haeva @lilaloubear @natashasilverfox @marvelonmymind @natashamaximoff-69

Google Translate translations (so please tell me if it’s wrong 🥲)

Dekta: baby

Ty suka: you bitch

You have been staring at the same spot on the wall for half an hour, Wanda had fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. The pillow, being your chest which quickly got uncomfortable as her chin dug into your sternum. You sigh softly as you twiddle your thumbs trying to distract yourself and hopefully to calm you down, you focused on Wanda’s face.

Usually that would help you fall back asleep with how calmed she looked and following her breathing but tonight that wasn’t the case. “Wanda…Wands… baby?” You gently shake her shoulder as you leave comically over her so your face is inches from hers.

“Mm five more minutes…”

You groan and start to poke her cheek, her hand quickly slaps your finger away. “I’m bored!” You whine before shaking her again.

“Okay! I’m up I’m up jeez…” you grin as she slowly sits up, pushing back her bed hair before hiding a yawn behind her hand. “What’s wrong dekta? Did you have a nightmare?”

She gently rubs your back as she watches you. “I’m bored.” Her hand stops as she listens before letting out a groan.

“You woke me up…” she checks the time on her phone, “At 3am! Because you’re bored?” You awkwardly smile at her as you realise how silly it does seem. “Sorry? I am trying to fall asleep but I’ve got all this pent up energy and it just won’t go away.” You pout and cross your arms, you hear Wanda chuckle at you which makes your pout deepen.

“Have you tried to get rid of some of the energy?”

“Obviously.” You roll your eyes.

“Hey! Drop the attitude I’m just asking.”

“Sorry I’m just grumpy that I can’t sleep…” you smile at her before grabbing her hand which you soon draw shapes on her palms. “I love your hands”

“Oh god” she giggles softly as she interlaces her hand with yours. “You always get so sappy when you’re running on fumes.”

You roll your eyes and jokingly push her away. “Shut up, I'm not sappy.”

“You soooo are” she grins before biting her bottom lip.

“Nuh uh”

“Yuh huh”

“You’re a baby” You huff as you turn away from her.

“You mean your baby”

“That was so corny.” You laugh as you look back at her.

“Lie down”

“Huh?”

“I said lie down” she not so gently pushes you back down before climbing onto your lap.

You smirk as your hands grip her hips. “Damn babe you surprise me more and more every day.”

She giggles before pushing your hands off. “You’re an idiot.” She brings her hand up to your forehead and red wisps slowly leave her fingertips and make their way towards you.

“Your idiot” You fight the heaviness of your eyes as you smile up at her, your hands come back and gently rub her hips.

“Yeah and I’m the corny one.” Your smile wider as she leans down and gently kisses you. “Don’t fight it baby”

“I don’t want to sleep now though…I’m enjoying this right now.”

“I know dekta but we can spend all morning talking tomorrow okay?”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

You yawn and drop your hands. “I love you”

“I love you too.” Wanda carefully gets off your lap and lies down next to you. She watches you finally fall asleep. She lies down and sighs as she relaxes waiting for sleep to take her again. She frowns and turns to look at you, now too wide awake to go back to sleep. “Ty suka.”

#didyoubringauntienat fic #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel fic #wanda x reader

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amethystfallenangel · 11 months

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soda (pilot kelson x reader)

You groan, swatting the fly away from the counter. It's too hot behind this counter, you've been working long hours at this gas station. Customers are rude, impatient and in a rush. And you're stuck here, forced to be professional and patient. You've even gotten bored of your phone, so you dash it onto the counter, huffing and leaning against the boxes behind you, opening one button of your t-shirt because of the unbearable midday heat.

Suddenly, you hear the rev of an engine outside and the squeak of tires. Here we go again, another frustrating customer to make this infernal wait even worse than it already is. You pay no attention to the two customers who saunter into the shop, laughing obnoxiously, but as they stumble to the counter, you grin slightly. They're quite young, around your age, if not one or two years younger. One of them has a shaved mullet and wild eyes, with a loose tank top and a stupidly wide grin. He's busy checking out the bubble-gum selection, commenting aimlessly on each flavour. His friend, however, seems unbothered, his downturned blue eyes staring at you softly. He has messy hair, the brown strands sticking out weirdly. He fiddles with the zipper of his bomber jacket, offering you a crooked smile. He speaks to you in a slurred, clumsy voice, as if completely faded.

"What soda do you recommend?"

You sigh, smiling sheepishly.

"Uh, I don't know. Fanta, maybe."

He leans over the counter, clasping his hands, lifting his bushy eyebrows and gazing at you with his puppy-like eyes.

"You like citrus drinks?"

"Yeah, sure." His attempt at making conversation is terrible, but it's cute. You glance quickly at his friend, who is still rambling on to himself about the flavours of bubble gum.

"Citrus drinks suck. I prefer Coke, or Dr Pepper."

You nod blindly.

"Uh, yeah, we have Coca Cola too." You point to the fridges where the cold drinks are.

He narrows his eyes playfully, and then ambles off curiously, promptly returning with three cans of soda.

One Coke, one Dr Pepper and... a Fanta?

You tilt your head at him, a question in your eye.

His friend, who you later learn is called Jack, interrupts, still grinning.

"That's his way of asking you to hang out with us. Oh, I'll have the strawberry bubble gum too. Thanks, sweetheart." He places a 15 dollar bill on the counter, but before you can hand him his change, he skips away, whistling, back to the car, with his Dr Pepper and his bubble gum.

You're left with the droopy eyed young man, still leaning across the counter with a playful smirk. And of the soda, obviously.

You chuckle, twirling a piece of your hair from under your cap, as you lean across the counter yourself, your shirt a little too revealing for the young man not to smirk a little wider.

"So, soda boy, what's your name?"

"Why, you wanna buy me a drink?" he teases.

You chuckle lowly, glancing at your Fanta and his Coca Cola. Good come back. He's quite witty, clearly. And playful.

"Thanks for the soda, by the way," you hum. "I'm still on duty, though. I'm not sure I can hang out with you guys. I appreciate the offer, of course."

"We're in the nearby town till tomorrow, though," he croons, edging closer to your face. You shake your head, amused.

"That so? Fine, then. I could use a night out. You guys aren't serial killers or thieves or anything, right?"

He giggles, popping open his can and taking a sip.

"Would that make us more interesting?"

"Not exactly the word I would use. You still haven't told me your name by the way."

"Pilot. I'm Pilot Kelson" He holds out his hand comically.

"Pilot? That's an interesting name." You go to shake his hand, but instead he takes your hand and places a gentle kiss on the back, looking back at you with a loud laugh.

"You're very bold, Pilot. Or maybe just completely high."

"Does it matter?"

"I don't mind. Pick me up at 6 tonight, soda boy." You grin and then place a quick kiss on his cheek. His jaw drops in a cheeky grin, and he winks as he walks away.

Your shift was boring. Two more smug faced truckers came in for a few beers, nothing special. When your shift ends, a car is already waiting outside, and as you leave the shop, jamming the door for the next person to start their shift, the car headlights are flashing wildly, Pilot and Jack waving their arms frantically out of the windows. You giggle at them being unnecessarily noisy, wondering what on earth you've gotten yourself into. Your Fanta is still in your bag.

"Hey soda boy," you joke, as you get in the back of their messy car. His friend turns his attention to you, eyeing you up and down greedily, but somewhat respectfully.

"I'm Jack, by the way," he says, his eyes sultry.

"Nice to meet you, Jack."

You drive to a lively, crowded bar. Inside, there are road stop signs and buffalo skulls as decorations. It smells strongly of whiskey, tobacco and steak pies. There are multiple coloured jukeboxes, pool tables, booths and flickering warm overhead lamps. You know this bar well, you used to come here with your old man way before he became a trucker. You smile to yourself as you lean over the sticky, heavy oak counter and greet the bartender. Jack already seems to be in conversation with a cute blonde in a leather skirt. The pair choose a bluesy rock song on one of the jukeboxes. You order drinks and Pilot follows you eagerly to a table, leaving his friend with the girl.

"So," you say, biting your lip in amusement, "why'd you ask me to accompany you guys anyways? And why are you leaving so soon?"

He chuckles lowly.

"Actually, Jack was caught screwing some guy's wife in Las Vegas. We're basically just on the run, cus' the husband was a raging psycho who sent some guys after Jack. Oh and I asked you cus' I find you hot. And funny."

You snicker, almost spitting out your drink.

"Talk about be bold."

"Yeah, Jack works as a pool cleaner, so he didn't really care about leaving his job."

"And you tagged along? That's wholesome. What do you do?"

He scoffs, seemingly lost for words, before chuckling again.

"I'm technically a drug dealer."

Your eyes go wide. Well, this sure is an eventful day.

"Oh."

He leans back into his chair, flinging an arm around the back of your chair. You can feel one of his fingers brush your back and it sends a chill down your spine. He's starts to draw lines and circles on your back with his finger.

"You don't think less of me, though, right?" he coughs, gazing at your soft features with his lazy eyes.

You turn your head to face him, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. Your demeanour is calm, but you're a little flushed.

"No. I mean, you guys are a bit too wild for me, but I don't think less of you, no.

He smirks, the hand on your back sliding up to the back of your neck, to gently guide your head closer to him.

You playfully poke his stomach and he pulls back, groaning in annoyance, as he rolls his head back. Then, without a thought, you climb up onto his lap, so that you are straddling him. His head shoots up eagerly, his hands almost just as quickly moving to your hips.

You cup his cheeks as your noses almost touch.

"You're an interesting guy, Pilot."

"You mean 'soda boy'?" he laughs, his hips involuntarily bucking up into yours.

You gasp slightly, widening your eyes at him.

"Okay, soda boy," you tease, "show some restraint. We're in public, remember."

He leans in close.

"Then let's go back to the motel," he grins.

Leaving the car with Jack, both of you rush out of the bar, walking with incredible speed to the grimy motel where the two troublemakers have been staying for the past two days.

You both stumble into the motel room, as you slam him into the door. His hands finds the hem of your skirt as he tugs as it. You giggle, throwing you bag onto the carpeted floor. You both almost tackle one another onto the floor, rolling around, unable to keep your hands to yourselves. He manages to pry open the rest of the buttons of your t-shirt, as his body presses flush against yours. As he is peppering your neck with hot kisses, he kicks your bag, and your unopened can of Fanta rolls out. Pilot turns around to look at it, with an amused smile, and with his head buried in your chest, he mumbles "I might have to help you finish that drink."

"I thought you didn't like citrus drinks," you manage to say, between passionate kisses.

"I wouldn't mind trying."

You tug at his messy hair and he groans, although not in annoyance this time.

This is by far the most interesting one-night stand you will ever have.

#pilotkelson #highway 2002 #jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #dilf x reader #pilotkelson x reader #jake gylenhall #x y/n #grunge #y2k icons #grunge icons #fanfic

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dandylovesturtles · 1 year

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This is 2AL Propaganda

I bring you propaganda for the @rottmntpeepawpolls advocating for 2 Arms Left Leo by @intotheelliwoods in the form of another fanfic drabble! Please go check out their comic series, it is extremely good. And vote for 2AL Leo in the poll tomorrow!!

(Also Ell I'm sorry if I get f!Leo and p!Donnie's relationship wrong I TRIED

ALSO I PROMISE THIS ISN'T ANGST

also also this is set still somewhat early in his recovery time OK NOTES OVER)

...

"I can feel you lurking."

Leonardo looks up from his phone and locks eyes with Donnie, currently peeking through the crack in the curtain to his train car. He disappears from view and a moment later waltzes his way inside like he hadn't just been hiding.

"I have a question for you," he announces.

Leo sits up and drops his legs over the edge of the bed. "Shoot."

Donnie hesitates. He looks anxious, and Leo tenses in anticipation.

"It's about your timeline."

Leo's heart drops.

He'd known this would come eventually, but he'd been hoping it would be later rather than sooner. Of course they would want to know eventually, though. What happened to them. How things in his time had... ended.

He just isn't prepared for it. He isn't sure if Donnie is prepared for it, either. He's still so young. Should he really be hearing this now? What kind of damage does that cause on a young mind?

His mouth is draw when he says, "What's your question?" He scrambles to prepare answer, some way to put it off, or maybe to soften the blow, or-

"Did you still have the Lair Games in the future?"

-gape at Donnie like a fish because what?

"What?"

"Did you still have the Lair Games in the future?" Donnie repeats, a little louder as though that were the issue here.

"...We were a little busy with the whole alien apocalypse situation."

"Scoff." Donnie waves a hand. "As if a little apocalypse could stop this family from being competitive."

He has him there. Leo can't help but snort in amusement. "You're right. But it was less formal and more like... bragging about how many Krang hounds we could kill."

"Ah, I see... Well, we're lacking in those, so... goodbye."

He turns on his heel to leave.

"Hey, wait wait wait! Why the sudden interest?"

Donnie turns back around. He still looks anxious, but now Leo realizes it's more embarrassed than upset like he initially thought.

"Well, as you know, I am the current champion of the Lair Games."

"Heh, as if you'd let me forget."

"And I'm very eager to defend my title! And especially after his-slash-your nefarious tricks last time, I'm ready to grind Nardo to dust." He rubs his palms together with an unhinged glee, and Leo winces internally. Yikes. "But..." and there he stops, "Leo seems... reluctant to participate. We did not design the events with... one of us missing a limb in mind."

Ah, right. Hard to do a Handstand Hillbomb with only one arm. Even if they put things off until Leo's port and prosthetic were ready, he probably still wouldn't be experienced enough with it to do anything too taxing.

Leo could already imagine his younger counterpart had waved it off with a smile and a, "You guys have fun," and, "I'll be cheering for you." He would swing by his room later to check on him; for now he had another kid to deal with.

"So that's why you came to me?"

"I was hoping you might have some ideas for alternative events."

"Hmmm... I might be able to think of some." He grins. "On one condition."

Donnie looks wary. "What?"

"I get to play, too."

"What, so you can twist both my ankles this time!?" Donnie shakes his head. "Oh no. One of you is enough."

"Come on! It'll be fun."

"Doubt! And besides, the bylaws state that we can't add anyone to the competition."

"Ah-ah." He waves a finger. "The bylaws state that the competition is between Raphael, Michelangelo, Donatello, and..." He trails off, putting a hand on his plastron with a smirk.

Donnie's eyebrows are furrowed so hard they're at risk of smudging. "...You have out loopholed me, sir."

"Don't worry, I'll give you guys-"

"Do not."

"-a handicap."

"Groan! Why didn't I send Mikey to do this instead?"

"'Cause you love me." Leo gets up from the bed, walks over and catches Donnie in an affectionate headlock before he can flee. "Alright. Let's get brainstorming!"

#dandy fanfiction #2 arms left #2al propaganda #rise donatello #rise leonardo #future leonardo #lair games my beloved #not enough lair games shenanigans in rise fics #not that this is really that but anyway #VOTE FOR 2AL THE MOST WHOLESOME PEEPAW #I straight up did not proofread this so sorry if there are mistakes

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prolix-yuy · 1 year

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Writers' Iron Chef #7: Teamwork

[PROMPT] They had to work together so they were going to have to learn to get along

[ADDITIONAL PROMPT] “You’ve only heard his point of view. You never asked mine.”

[TIME LIMIT] Optional 10 minutes prep time, 30 minutes writing time, optional 10 minutes editing time.

Pairing: Pero Tovar x F!Reader

Rating: T, allusions to sexual acts, some saucy language. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ MINORS DNI.

Notes: Written for Writers’ Iron Chef Prompt 7.

I was missing our dirty man and his Guerrera, so here's a fun little scene further along in their courtship. They're up to their old antics, and William gets to third wheel it.

LJ’s Writers’ Iron Chef Masterlist

Rules and Prompts

“You ask him.”

“He does not have the same liking for me as he does for you.”

“That is a sorry excuse, you have known each other longer.”

“But you know he holds a soft spot for the fairer sex.”

“For Lin-Mae, maybe.”

“I will truly perish at this rate.”

“Fine. But you must ride alongside.”

“Fine.”

William smirks as your horses’ hooves clomp to a faster pace, pulling alongside his own steed as if your bickering didn’t reach his keen ears.

“William, if you would humor us for a moment…” you say, putting on that diplomatic smile you reserve for well-paying customers and men about to lose their loins.

“We agreed to riding through our late meal so we would arrive on time. The wedding is tomorrow, and the bride’s father did not pay for an absentee escort,” he chides. Your shoulders slump, face falling into its more comfortable sullen expression.

“Easy for you to say, you enjoyed a hot meal before the ride. Pero and I had naught but dried meat and water to fill our bellies,” you bemoan.

“You would have had the same, had you not missed breaking fast. Why was that again?” William asks, his knitted brows comical as he watches your eyes widen. Pero coughs beside him, an embarrassed clearing of his throat. He knows where you were, the mussed hair and bits of straw clinging to your leathers a signal to ignore his companions’ disappearance. You and Pero had been taking leave of William as often as was polite, disappearing early in the evenings and sneaking off to “bathe” some afternoons. He’s thankful you honor him with discretion, not stumbling upon your bodies entwined, but he’s no fool either.

“I was eating something else,” Pero chuckles deep in his chest, pulling a salacious gasp from your lips. William’s laugh covers the daggers you shoot from your eyes, though real ones would come soon if Pero was any bolder.

“In any event,” you growl, darting your eyes back to William, “should a convenient moment arise and food be presented, could we spare a few moments to sup? I would even eat on horseback, as poor as it is for digestion.”

“Our time is running out, and there is no place to stop between here and there.”

You groan, leaning back to stare up at the barest glimmer of stars beginning to dot the deep blue sky. “This is the last time I let my cunt choose instead of my belly.”

“You did not complain then, mi guerrera,” Pero shoots back with a smirk. William is certain he has never disliked being between the two of you more, and that’s counting the time he broke up one of your quarrels.

“You can choke on it next time, mi amor,” you say back, oversweetening the endearment like it will somehow sate your hunger. William sighs loudly and cracks the reins in his hands.

“To end this bickering, let’s say we ride double time. We’ll make it there by last meal, and you can both give me the gift of silence while your mouths are full.”

William is barely done speaking when Pero urges his steed into a gallop, taking off along the well-worn trail. You swap a look with William, who shakes his head good-naturedly.

“You know, Pero sings your praises every chance he gets, especially when you cannot witness it,” he hums, both horses’ gaits picking up. “But I cannot understand why you put up with him some days.”

Sitting up taller, you pin William with a thoughtful look he’s rarely graced with. You prefer sharp glances, rakish grins, hard stares and blood-soaked grimaces, but rarely a look so warm that he can feel it on his face. Making a curious little noise, he cocks his head.

“You’ve only heard his point of view? You never asked mine.”

“I’m asking now.”

Eyes back on the road and the cloud of dust fast settling, William recognizes it all at once.

“I have never been loved so completely as Pero does. It is a battle, but one we always win. I will take every bad day, every foul joke and snarl, for one more with him.” With that you slap the reins and take off after your other half, sharp and graceful where he is blunt and brutish.

For so long William wondered what kind of person would return his heart, and it took a trip to the East to discover who that person was. As he catches up, both your teeth bared in laughter at the overwhelming joy of being alive, he gives thanks that his old friend has found the same.

END

#pero x reader #pero tovar fanfiction #pero tovar x f!reader #pero tovar x you #pero tovar x reader #pero tovar and his guerrera #prolix fics

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I Still Remember the Taste of Your Lips

A/N: So, I can't lie, I think this is my favorite of the drabbles I've written for @sjmromanceweek so hopefully everyone equally enjoys! A different type of Anniversary for Day Six, but hopefully still fun and of course, full of fuff :)

“Nesta Archeron.”

Nesta turns at the sound of her name, meeting a broad chest before her eyes flick up and connect with a pair of hazel ones. Somehow, despite the years that have passed, they look the exact same as Nesta remembers them. All golds and greens blurring together into a kaleidoscope of warmth and light. There’s still a scar slashing through the eyebrow above the right one. But where Nesta remembers smooth skin and baby fat still clinging on, there’s now the hard line of a jaw and stubble.

“Long time no see,” Cassian continues, the left corner of his mouth ticking up in a smirk. That’s something that hasn’t changed.

“How long has it been again?” Nesta asks, finally stepping away from the large vase of flowers she was helping Elain to arrange.

“Ten years give or take,” Cassian offers with an easy shrug. “Who’d’ve thought after all those years your baby sister would be marrying my baby brother.”

“I doubt Rhysand appreciates that description considering he was only a grade below us.”

“That’s what makes it more fun.”

Cassian tosses Nesta a wink, his hazel eyes twinkling with mischief, and Nesta can’t stop her amused snort. Before she can say anything else, though, the doors to the hall swing open, Feyre practically skipping inside, her hand clasped tightly with Rhysand’s. Nesta doesn’t miss the way Feyre’s white sundress is a bit more wrinkled than when she last saw her sister, but Feyre and Rhysand’s smiles are wide, so she keeps any comments to herself.

“Is everyone here?” Feyre asks, looking around at the small group assembled.

A final head count and a nod from Feyre, and the wedding planner they’ve hired starts giving out instructions. She pairs everyone off and lines them all up, so they practice walking down to their places. Elain and Amren walk down first, then Nesta and Cassian, Mor and Azriel taking up the end of the wedding party. Finally, Feyre and Rhys practice their walk down, the two having decided to walk in together, a symbol of their equal relationship.

Once everyone is standing in their places, the wedding planner starts going through what everyone can expect tomorrow. When Azriel will need to hand over the rings. When Mor will need to take Feyre’s bouquet and when she’ll need to give it back. Nesta tries to pay attention, to listen to everything that the woman is saying, but her eyes drift. She’s surprised to find Cassian already watching her, and when their gazes meet, his grin grows until crinkles appear beside his eyes.

He glances quickly to his left, raising his eyebrows in some sort of silent conversation. Nesta looks to his left as well, her brow pinching in confusion when all she finds is Amren standing proudly next to him as she should be. Nesta can admit it’s a bit comical, the five foot even woman standing next to Cassian’s tall and broad frame.

When Nesta’s eyes dance back to Cassian, he makes a face, raising his arm and miming resting his elbow atop Amren’s head. Nesta has to press her lips together to keep her face neutral, but then Amren takes notice of Cassian’s actions and digs her own elbow into Cassian’s gut in retaliation. Cassian lets out a pained gasp and doubles over, earning looks from everyone else in the group, but Nesta presses the back of her hand against her lips, desperately trying to keep her laughter in.

By the time the rehearsal ends, Amren is still glaring daggers at Cassian, and he backs away from her slowly, his hands raised in a mock surrender.

“You’re going to have to sleep with one eye open after that stunt, you know?” Nesta informs him once Cassian is close enough.

Cassian spins around to face her, his grin still wide and unperturbed. “Maybe, but it made you laugh, so it was worth it.”

It’s such an odd thing to say, and a blush cascades across Nesta’s cheeks before she can stop it. If Cassian notices, he doesn’t say anything, just keeps looking at her with that sincere stare that takes Nesta all the way back to biology class all those years ago. And yet, somehow it’s even more intense than back then, some new emotion Nesta can’t quite put her finger on swimming amongst the greens and golds of his eyes, and Nesta has to look away, turning her attention instead on everyone still gathered and waiting while Feyre and Rhysand chat through the last things for tomorrow with their wedding planner.

“Looks like we’re the only single ones,” Cassian comments.

Nesta looks at Mor and her girlfriend laughing with Elain, at Amren and Varian chatting with Lucien, at Eris straightening the collar of Azriel’s shirt while Azriel looks on with faux annoyance that does nothing to hide the fondness. She tries not to think too hard about the sad little pang that echoes between her ribs, turning instead to offer Cassian a small smile over her shoulder.

“It looks like we are.”

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Despite a crazy morning of trying to make sure everyone’s hair and makeup was done, getting Feyre into her dress, and getting everyone to the venue on time, the wedding goes off without any hitches. They take photos and head to the reception, everyone anxious to get the party started and to take full advantage of the open bar. The wedding planner has them all line up again in front of the large double doors leading into the ballroom, and already Nesta can hear the other wedding guests, feel the bass of the song the DJ is currently playing.

“We have to do something fun for our entrance,” Cassian tells her, dragging her attention to him. “I could dip you.”

“If you dip me and drop me, I will kill you,” Nesta shoots back, narrowing her eyes for good measure.

“Still threatening violence? Have you ever actually followed through on that threat in the ten years since we’ve seen each other? Actually… don’t answer that. I don’t want to be complicit.”

Nesta rolls her eyes, even as she has to bite back an amused smile. “You’re an idiot.”

“You wound me, Nesta Archeron,” Cassian says with faux solemness, pressing a hand to his chest.

The double doors are pulled open and cheers ring out from inside before Nesta can say anything else. Elain and Amren step inside first, and then it’s Nesta and Cassian’s turn. True to his word, Cassian pulls her close, dipping her dramatically.

The rest of the evening seems to go by in a blur of first dances, speeches, and food, and soon, Nesta finds herself three glasses of wine deep and on the dance floor with Cassian. Cassian has since abandoned his suit jacket, the sleeves of his button down rolled up to his elbows and the top two buttons undone, showing off a tease of golden skin and the dark lines of tattoos hiding just beneath. He’s let his hair down from the neat bun he wore for the ceremony, the dark curls flying around her face while he shakes his shoulders in a dramatic shimmy along with the beat of the song playing. One of many atrocious dance moves that has Nesta’s side aching from all her laughing.

“You are an embarrassment to the entire wedding party with those moves,” Nesta calls over the music.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Cassian dismisses, grabbing Nesta’s hand and spinning her. “I’m clearly a professional dancer.”

The song changes over to something slower, so Nesta steps back, prepared to head back to her seat or maybe get another drink from the bar. Instead, Cassian’s arm slides around her waist, tugging her back and close. His other hand captures her own, and all Nesta can do is blink in surprise as he starts to sway them to the beat. His hand spans almost the entirety of the small of her back, and it seems to radiate warmth along with the rest of him, seeping through the fabric of her dress and leaving her skin blazing in the best way. He tilts his head down to keep Nesta’s gaze, and it causes stray strands of his hair to tumble along his temple, casting shadows across his cheeks and hazel eyes. Nesta’s heart trips over itself between her ribs, and it takes her a moment too long before she finally slides her free hand to Cassian’s shoulder, following his steps.

“I haven’t had a chance to ask you yet what you’ve been up to. Since we last saw each other I mean,” Cassian says, moving them in a slow circle.

“You mean since ten years ago?” Nesta asks dryly, raising an eyebrow.

Cassian chuckles, Nesta feeling the way the sound rumbles in his chest where they’re pressed together. “Something like that.”

“Well, I don’t have much to report. Went to college. Went to law school.”

“Proud member of the high school debate team became a lawyer. Why am I not surprised? Where’s your firm?”

“I was in Adriata, but I just relocated back to Velaris. Made partner actually.”

“That’s amazing, Nes.”

The nickname prickles along Nesta’s skin, awakening something simmering in her blood until she has to swallow hard. “And what about yourself?”

“I’m a business owner. A gym specifically. It’s great. I especially enjoy teaching self defense classes. You should stop by sometime now that you’re back in Velaris,” Cassian tells her, the sincerity in his tone and in his expression seeming to hide some deeper meaning behind the request.

Before Nesta can even begin to dwell on what he could mean, the music once again changes back to something upbeat and bass heavy. She and Cassian continue to stand there for a moment, holding each other, watching each other, even as everyone else around them returns to dancing. Fire crackles and sparks through Nesta’s veins, and she has to pull away from Cassian. She offers him a small smile before retreating toward the bar after all, ordering another glass of wine. She definitely needs a drink. But she only gets a few sips in before she’s pulled back onto the dance floor, this time with Elain and Feyre.

The songs start to blur together as Nesta dances with them, but soon, she needs a break, leaving her sisters in the very capable hands of their significant others. Nesta pushes her hair off her face, her chest still heaving slightly from all the dancing. She tries again for the bar, in desperate need of something to drink now, but there’s a bit of a queue, so she stands behind two of Rhysand’s friends, waiting for her turn.

“Distract the bartender for me,” a voice whispers against her ear.

Nesta turns to find Cassian, a smirk pulled across his face and his hazel eyes twinkling with that mischievous mirth of his. He offers Nesta a wink and backs away before she can even ask what he’s talking about, and she considers shouting after him, but a throat clearing in front of her lets her know the bartender is waiting for her. With a shake of her head, she steps up to the bar, offering the bartender a small smile in greeting.

“What can I get you?” the man asks, already reaching for one of the glasses.

“Um… can I get…” Nesta starts, trailing off when she notices Cassian sneaking behind the bar and reaching for one of the bottles. The bartender frowns, turning to follow her gaze, but Nesta quickly leans forward on the bar, crossing her arms and pressing in her elbows. From the way the bartender’s eyes drop to her chest, she knows it worked. “Sorry. Can I just get some water? I’m so hot from all that dancing.”

Nesta makes a big show of batting her eyelashes and fanning her face with her hand. The bartender swallows hard, stumbling over his words. By the time he's finally coming back to himself and filling Nesta’s glass with water, Cassian has snuck back out from behind the bar.

“So what’s your name?” the bartender asks, sliding the water over to Nesta. “I’m—”

“Sorry, she’s not interested,” Cassian cuts in, grabbing Nesta’s hand in his and all but running away.

Cassian leads them out of the large ballroom the reception is in and out the back door of the building, only dropping Nesta’s hand when they’re greeted by the crisp night air and a blanket of stars overhead. They take a seat on the back steps, Cassian sitting close enough to her that their shoulders brush as he opens the bottle of wine he stole. Nesta knows she should probably scoot away, should try and put some distance between this man she hasn’t seen in ten years, but he’s so warm that she can’t bring herself to. Instead, she watches the way his hands work as he pulls the cork free, watches the way his forearm flexes and his throat bobs as he takes a swig before holding out the bottle for Nesta to take.

“I can’t believe you stole a bottle of wine,” Nesta chastises, even as she takes the bottle and drinks from it anyways.

“Rhys already paid for all the bottles. It was just going to go to waste at the end of the night anyway.”

Nesta hums but doesn’t say anything more. They sit like that for a while, passing the bottle back and forth between them and enjoying the quiet peace of the night. The next time Nesta hands the bottle back to Cassian, he digs his phone out from his pocket, making a surprised sound at whatever he sees on the screen.

“Would you look at the time, Nes,” Cassian says, knocking his arm gently against hers. “Guess what today is.”

Nesta frowns in confusion, turning to peer at him. “The day of Feyre and Rhysand’s wedding…?”

“Technically it’s 12:03 now,” Cassian points out, brandishing his phone and the time displayed there. “So, no.”

“The day after Feyre and Rhysand’s wedding?”

“On this day, ten years ago, we kissed,” Cassian explains, holding up the bottle of wine in a mock toast toward the sky. “Happy anniversary.”

“What are you talking about?” Nesta asks, her tone colored with laughter.

“Ten years ago, we were at a party in Kallias’s basement, and Mor had the genius idea to play seven minutes in heaven. It was me and you in the closet.”

Nesta is full on laughing now, unable to stop the giggles that fall past her lips. “I cannot believe you remember the exact date of that.”

“A man never forgets getting to kiss the hottest girl in school,” Cassian says, his tone matter-of-fact.

“I was not the hottest girl at the school,” Nesta argues, shaking her head in disbelief at this whole conversation.

“You were to me,” Cassian promises, turning his gaze fully toward Nesta. “I was going to tell you, you know. That Monday after, at school. I knew you always stopped at your locker between second and third period, and I was going to tell you and ask you out, but…”

“But that was the week my Mom got sick,” Nesta finishes for him, dropping her gaze to her lap. “We never did go back to that school after everything.”

“I’m sorry about what happened with your parents. Both of them,” Cassian tells her quietly, reaching over and settling his hand over where hers are twisting in the fabric of her dress.

“It’s in the past now. It’s fine.”

“Well, hopefully, it didn’t completely ruin our memorable kiss.”

Cassian’s tone is light, the remark teasing, but his hazel eyes still shine with sincerity, with sympathy, and Nesta knows he’s just trying to make her feel better. It has warmth flooding between her ribs and blooming down her veins, and she offers him a small smile of thanks.

“Memorable isn’t exactly the word I would use,” Nesta teases right back. “Especially considering I didn’t remember it until you mentioned it just now.”

“Wow,” Cassian drawls sarcastically, making a big show of shaking his head in disappointment. “Way to absolutely destroy my self esteem.”

“We were fifteen! Plus, I was blindfolded for some reason for that stupid game.”

“Alright, Nes,” Cassian starts, reaching down and curling his hands around Nesta’s ankles. He pulls her legs up and over his lap, tugging her even closer to him. “Eyes wide open. It’s time for a re-do.”

Nesta lets out a sound somewhere between a surprised laugh and a gasp, eyes widening. “Cassian.”

“Nesta.”

“You cannot be serious right now.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I am completely serious,” Cassian assures her, reaching up to toy with a stray strand of her hair before tucking it gently behind her ear. “We may not be in high school anymore, but you’re still the hottest girl I’ve ever seen.”

Nesta doesn’t even know what to say to that. There’s no denying that she had a crush on him at one point when they were in school together. And there’s definitely no denying that he’s only gotten more gorgeous with age. She can’t deny that in just the twenty four hours they’ve spent together, he’s made her laugh and smile and feel light in a way she hasn’t in a long time, in a way that no one ever has, and all while still seeing her somehow.

And maybe it’s all the wine sitting warmly in her gut and the alcohol thrumming through her veins. Maybe it’s all the excitement and joy of Feyre and Rhysand’s day. But some part of Nesta eggs her on, whispers in the back of her mind, and draws her in in in to Cassian. Some part deep in her soul recognizes him, feels safe with him, wants him in a way that is both terrifying and exhilarating. And maybe it’s all of that or none of that, but before Nesta can talk herself out of it, she reaches up and buries a hand in the dark curls of Cassian’s hair, tugging him into her until their lips meet.

The kiss has electricity firing through Nesta’s every nerve ending. Cassian has one arm secure around her waist, the other hand cradling her jaw, and Nesta can taste the bottle of wine they shared on his tongue when he deepens the kiss. The dark strands of his hair are soft and silky between her fingers and when she tugs, he groans into her mouth. She presses closer still, practically in Cassian’s lap but she doesn’t care and Cassian doesn’t seem to either if the way his arm tightens around her is any indication. When they finally pull back, Nesta keeps her eyes closed, catching her breath, relishing the way her lips still tingle, the feel of Cassian wrapped around and pressed against her.

“I know I’m ten years late asking, but any chance of getting that date?”

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eleni-cherie · 7 months

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a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg - chapter 1.7

"so eager to be in a headlock again?" "only if it's by you."

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to lovers s2l

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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Seoul, South Korea

"Here, see?" The golden key was shining under the light of a street lamp as Soyeon held it out for Yoongi. With furrowed brows, he took it from her grip. Inspecting it from all sides. "And you sure it got something to do with your grandfather's secret double life?" Shrugging, she took it back and shoved it into her pocket. "Most likely, it was hidden behind a photo after all." "But you don't have a clue where the lock is.." She shook her head disappointingly. "No, but I'll visit my grandma again next week and hopefully I'll find some clue." He hummed, peeking at her. "Don't do something irrational though." "Like what?" she asked puzzled. "Like going after it on your own." She scoffed at his grin. Getting the implication. "Don't worry, I learned my lesson."

The sky was tinted a dark blue shade when they reached Soyeon's apartment building. It had thankfully stopped raining awhile ago, the clouds having cleared up enough to reveal the crescent in the night sky.

She yawned, rummaging her keys out of her jacket's pockets. "Suddenly I feel so tired, probably 'cause you woke me up so early," she whined, hearing Yoongi laugh behind her. "Don't make such a fuss out of it, it was just once," he said then with a straight face, "Just go to sleep early." "Oh, I will. I'll probably crash as soon as I step foot inside." He smiled softly. It was fascinating how someone so short like her was able to contain so many facettes in her. She could be so strong and fierce, confronting and calling him out and then, then she was also this sweet, almost childlike person who was terribly grumpy in the morning. "Goodnight, Soyeon." He stepped back, walking backwalks. "Call me if there's anything." The cool night breeze made him shiver lightly, and he dug his hands further into his pockets. About to turn around when Soyeon's hand tugged on his biker jacket, making him stop in his tracks. He looked over his shoulder, seeing her eyes sparkling at him with imploration.

"Stay." He huffed a breath, knowing he'd only get more attached to her than he already was and it'd be unfair to both of them. "I don't think -" "Then stop thinking," she deadpanned, her grip becoming firmer along with her gaze. Only for her eyes to soften again. "Just for a day. Stay." Her quiet, pleading tone making his chest clench. Her voice almost cracking at the end as she feared he'd just slip through her fingertips again if she let go. "On monday we'll part company, me going to work and you to Japan, pretending as if nothing had ever happened. So just for one day.. for one day let's pretend being normal.. so you can see how overrated it is."

Yoongi's eyes filled with a strange mix of sorrow and longing at her words. A delusion, nothing more, he thought, but still tempting. To be normal for a day with her, doing things normal people did together before parting ways the day after tomorrow. "And besides.." she spoke up, lips curling into a playful smirk when she came up with another reason, "What if the bad guys show up again?"

He laughed under his breath, knowing very well she wasn't actually believing her words. It was her simple attempt to convince him, the same way she had done back then in Taiwan. It was their little inside code. When she used it, he couldn't deny her anything. That was the unspoken rule between them.

"You said normal, huh?" A rueful smile grazing his lips then, seeing her eyes beaming with hope. And he couldn't refuse anything when she looked at him like this. So he eventually nodded, grabbing her hand that was slowly loosening its grip on him, holding it tightly. "Let's be normal for a day then."

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The next morning Soyeon woke up in the same position she had fallen asleep in. Only Yoongi was missing beside her. With a sigh, she propped herself up on her hand. Rubbing her eyes as she pushed the covers away.

Of course he didn't stay, why was she surprised?

However, 'surprised' wasn't the right word, perhaps 'disappointed' fit better. She was disappointed, but not surprised.

Her eyes fell on the clock on her nightstand. 11:46am. Well, at least he hadn't made any loud noises when leaving, allowing her to actually sleep in this time and rest. With a grunt, she made her away out of the bedroom, trying not to dwell too much in her self-pitying. It was alright, no big deal. The only man she ever had feelings for, would never let her get too close because of his commitment issues. Cool, cool, cool.

Scratching her cheek, still dizzy from sleep, she made her way to the kitchen. Taking a seat on a chair, she mindlessly picked up a tangerine from the fruit basket in front of her and unpeeled it, sliding a wedge into her mouth. Followed by another.

Maybe she should simply accept things instead of trying forcing something that couldn't be.

She began unpeeling another tangerine when her thoughts got interrupted by a clicking sound. Startled, the tengarine almost dropped from her hand when seeing Yoongi suddenly appearing in front of her. Droplets falling from his wet hair, rolling down his face and bare chest and a towel wrapped around his hips. Lowering her polaroid camera with a grin. "Now I also got a memento."

Her eyes grew round as she was trying processing what he was talking about, taking in the view in front of her. How did he manage coming so near without her even noticing? "You.. are still here?" He frowned at this as he waved the photo in his hand. "Where did you think I was?" She shrugged, slowly munching on another wedge and looking away. "I don't know.." Taking a look on the photo of her morning self mindlessly eating a tangerine he smiled, resting his eyes on her then. Understanding what she was implying. And it'd be a lie to say he hadn't actually contemplated leaving when waking up. However, then he looked down at her sleeping self drooling onto his shirt and he'd realised he didn't want to be anywhere else but there with her in his arms. Even if it was for just one day. The only reason he'd slipped out of bed after all was because he'd needed to use the bathroom.

"No, there wasn't anywhere else I needed to be," he truthfully said then while taking a tangerine himself, unpeeling his fruit and slipping several wedges between his lips. "Good to know," she smiled shyly to which he smiled as well. He coughed then and pointed at her shirt which was another way too large and baggy shirt that looked more like a dress on her small frame and which was secretly driving him insane of how great she looked in it. "You got another one of these?" She looked down, realising he needed something to wear since he didn't have anything but his clothes from the previous day. So she got up and walked out of the kitchen, hearing him trailing behind her towards the bedroom.

"I got a few actually," she giggled and opened her wardrobe, revealing her neatly folded clothes. She stretched herself then, getting on her tiptoes to reach the higher shelves where the large t-shirts were. Managing pulling one out, only for several others to drop on her head. Making Yoongi chuckle amused, picking them up from her face. "Why does a short person like you have such high shelves?" he grinned teasingly causing her to scoff. Playfully shoving the shirt she had drawn out onto his chest. "Got many clothes. And besides.. I'm not that short," she mumbled, his grin only growing wider. "You're tiny." Before she could retort something, he pecked her pout taking her aback. "But I don't mind." Her pout only grew at this, pushing him aside to leave the suffocating presence of his half-naked body. Hearing him laugh behind her and she paused, ready to counter a smart remark when her eyey caught something else instead.

"What's this?"

Her voice small, almost a whisper behind him when he felt her fingertips tracing over a specific spot on his shoulder. Causing him to briefly grow stiff under her touch. Having forgotten about it as he wasn't able to see it there. Out of sight out of mind.

"It's.. an old scar." "I see that.. but from what?" He shook his head, dragging a sigh as he looked down at the shirt in his hands. "It's dumb and nothing to worry about. I.. I was just young and careless." It was embarrassing to admit it out loud or even look at her. Her fingers retreating from the unevenness on his shoulderblade, sensing it still laying heavy on his heart. "I get it. You don't have to tell me more." He shrugged, fumbling with the shirt in his hands. "It was when I first joined the guys on heists. I didn't pay enough attention once and the opponent took advantage of it. That's it. It hasn't happened again ever since, I made sure of it." She swallowed, her eyes still fixated on the light streak on his pale skin. "Is this why you insisted on Cassandra taking care of my wound?"

He folded his lips, biting down on them when remembering that day. It felt like an eternity ago when he had found her in that restroom stall covered by cuts and bruises. A hot range rushing down his veins at the memory. "I didn't want you to get such a scar as well.." She subconsciously touched the skin under her bangs. Not really able feeling anything, but she knew it was there. The light streak, smaller but similar to his. "Did you also get stitches?" He laughed dryly. "Yeah, but only after a day. Cas was so pissed I didn't tell her earlier. Perhaps if I did it wouldn't have been as visible.." Soyeon hummed. Cassandra's words back then finally making sense to her now.

He felt her arms wrapping around his torso then, holding him tight as her cheek pressed against his spine. And he smiled at her warmth, covering her hands with his. "It's fine. I forgot about it anyway." She quietly let go again. Ready to go back to her tangerines when he suddenly pointed at something in the corner of the room. "Why you got a microphone?" Her eyes followed the direction his finger was pointing at, seeing her little set-up in the corner. He was changing topics, shifting the attention to her. She knew that and still played along. "Ah, to record demos after writing the lyrics." He turned around, shooting her an inquiring glance. "So you can also sing?" "A little bit, maybe," she shrugged, "Just enough for demos."

Yoongi pulled the shirt over his head, slipping it over his torso. Pushing back the strands of black hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. "If you can sing, why didn't you become a singer then?" he wondered out loud, not hiding the genuine curiosity. And it only grew when he saw her acting weird. Her eyes avoiding his as she let out a forced laugh. "Guess I just wasn't pretty enough to become one." Yoongi's brows furrowed at this, lips slightly parting since only more questions arose from her words. "Said who?" Clear irriation in his voice. Soyeon shrugged, pretending being nonchalant about it as she quickly turned around and headed to the door before he could manage looking through her facade. "People, I guess. It really doesn't matter anymore."

And a lump formed in her throat when she sat down at the kitchen table and she grabbed another tangerine. Unpeeling and shoving it between her lips in an attempt to swollow that lump. Although she had overcome it by now and knew the opinions and comments of those people back then didn't matter, it still hurt whenever she was reminded of those times.

She didn't need to look to know Yoongi came closer, eventually taking out a chair and sitting down beside her. The two remaining silent as she passed him a tangerine. Him wordlessly accepting it. He knew he must've hit a nerve when making her bring up this old story. But what upset him more was the thought how it seemed to still trigger something in her. He could tell by her usually sparkly eyes staring dully ahead.

"You know.." he slowly began then, peeking at her before focusing back on his tangerine, "That night back then, the night we met for the second time.." The girl perked up at this and she looked at him, questioning why he'd bring this up now. Watching him slide a wedge between his lips, waiting for him to continue. "You had that black dress on and then you turned around and you looked at me with this intense glare. You know what I thought?" The ghost of a smile appeared on her lips. Feeling warm at that memory. "What?" "That you looked quite different from what I remembered you from our first encounter." She laughed under her breath, shaking her head when remembering her running through the streets of Tainan in 40°C in nothing but her pyjama shorts and shirt. She must've looked insane. "That's what make-up and different clothes do, you know? Make you look different."

The guy huffed a smile at her smartass remark. Glancing at her side-profile then, he took in her every feature that was peeking behind black strands of hair falling onto her pixie-like face. The big brown eyes that resembled those of a curious cat, the cute straight nose that got hidden behind her hands whenever she got shy, the plum pouty lips where she'd stick her tongue out by habit.. How'd anyone think of her of not pretty enough? "You know what else I thought though?" She hummed, munching on the last piece of tangerine. "I thought you looked insanely beautiful." Soyeon almost choked on the fruit in her mouth, coughing frantically. And he patted her back to help her before she eventually managed swallowing it down. Taking a deep breath then, she shot him a lopsided smirk. "You really liked that dress, huh?" "It haunts me in my dreams." His serious tone followed by a wide cheeky grin made her fall into a fit of giggles.

She completely forgot about her gloomy mood, not able to contain her bubbly laugh and he laughed along with her. It had seemed worth confessing this little secret after all, she was smiling again.

Soyeon bit down her lips then, her laughs simmering down. Giggling lightly to herself then, she stretched her hands over the white table top. "You know what I thought when seeing you that night?" "No, what?" "Well, first of all I thought 'fck, I hope this guy doesn't plan to mug me'." It was his turn to burst out laughing and she smiled widely at this. Enjoying the sound of his laughter and the way his eyes formed crescends before he'd screw them shut. When he wasn't this serious and concerned guy, but just normal and carefree Yoongi. "And what was your second thought?" he asked with amusement. "'Fck, he's hot'." And an anew fit of laughter errupted from his lips and he threw his head back as he held his stomach. And Soyeon playfully hit his arm, stifling a laugh. "I mean it!" "I know, I know," he said in between as the chuckles became deeper and quieter. Pinching his nose they eventually dyed down and he held her gaze with a gentle smile then. "And I meant what I said as well." Nodding, she gave him a smile as well. Thankful of him reminding her again that those comments from back then didn't matter anymore and perhaps never had. "I know."

And for the rest of the day, they did what they had intended to. Spending the day together, just like normal people would. They played cards, arguing over who won as he kept winning. Making Soyeon complain that he'd be card counting to which Yoongi promised he didn't, although he could. Mentioning the countless times the gang had gambled in casinos around the world. And she'd listen to his stories in awe, asking for more. And they cooked or rather he did and she was just assisting. And they watched a film cuddled on the couch. And they kissed. And they laughed some more. And they kissed some more. And they made out. And eventually, they fell asleep in each other's arms only to wake up again from the nap and do it all over again.

They did everything two lovers would. But they weren't lovers. It hurt. But that was how things were. For the moment, at least. So they were happy about having that one day, where they could at least pretend.

And at the end of the day they laid in bed and he held her in his arms, fingers dancing over her smooth skin in an attempt to sooth his thoughts running wild. Pensive eyes resting at the dark ceiling above them and focusing on the warmth her body was providing under the covers. Feeling her heavy eyes fluttering close with her cheek pressed against his chest.His heartbeat in her ears lulling her. And as she drifted off to sleep, her smaller hand subconsciously gripped his shirt to prevent him from disappearing the next morning, although she knew he would.

"Goodnight, Yoongi." "Goodnight, angel."

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When Soyeon's alarm went off on monday morning she woke up to an empty bed. Only now she knew he wouldn't appear with nothing but a towel and a polaroid camera again. She knew he had indeed left this time. And her chest ached, despite her knowing he had to.

The only evidence of the past weekend not having been a delusional dream was a piece of paper from her notepad she found on the nightstand. Her lips curled into a sad smile when picking it up. Heart full and yet so empty.

"I'll come back, I promise."

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Kyoto, Japan

Jimin opened the door with a beaming face when seeing Yoongi standing there in front of their hide-out. A known tired look on the older guy's face after hours on the road and that in disguise. Even after so many years he still despised it because of how warm it could be under those masks. And then having to take the plane to Osaka and from Osaka the train to Kyoto. And on top of that he had to leavd Soyeon behind.

Naturally, he wasn't on his best mood. And Jimin could tell but that didn't keep him from giving him a welcoming hug and pulling him inside where Taehyung was currently slurping on a big portion of instant ramen. Brows raising from over the cup when seeing their friend.

He quickly stuffed the last noodles inside his mouth before swallowing and throwing him a wide grin. "Took you long enough, how was it at your parents'?" "Good," Yoongi simply nodded, letting his bag and katana slide from his shoulders he left them aside before joining him on the couch. He didn't feel like going too much into detail but overall it had been good. The whole weekend, in fact. And he had to bite back a smile. "So what's the plan?"

"Well," Jimin appeared from behind them, jumping over the couch's back and landing next to him in a swift move, "We already checked out that dude's mansion last night." "Quite the fancy place," Taehyung mused nodding, "Newest security systems and stuff." Yoongi hummed, tapping his finger on his knee. Nothing that they hadn't expected already. "I'll go check it out tonight as well. You guys got the blueprints?" "Not yet, I'll get them by tonight though," Jimin assured him while picking up his own cup of warm noodles that he had left on the table. Digging into it. "You know I ain't going there on Friday if I don't memorise every corner." Yoongi's gaze wandered between his two friends for a moment, dragging a sigh then. Maybe it was simply his mind being tired, but from the information they had gathered on the men inviting them, this might be a whole different level of their previous adventures. "You think we can make it?"

Jimin and Taehyung simultaneously paused eating, frowning at him. "We always make it." "And besides, we got an advantage." The older guy arched a curious brow at this. "Which is?" Jimin smirked with a wink. "They only know of me and Tae since we were the ones crashing the party." The noodles slid from his chopsticks as he pointed them at Yoongi. "They don't know about you." Taehyung leaned forward, joining in with a smir. "So we still got an ace up our sleeve."

Yoongi's eyes widened, not having thought about that. "You sure about this? They might know about me after all?" "I'm always sure about the things I say," Jimin huffed with mock-offence. Redirecting his attention to his ramen.

And Yoongi smiled with a nod. His eyes falling on the polaroid photo he slid out from his pocket.

Perhaps he'd be able keeping his promise after all.

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tobylovesspence · 2 years

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Carl Grime's lovely 21st birthday

Carl Grimes x fem!reader(I can make it gn! Just wrote it without thinking.)

You woke up comfortably tucked into Carl's side as the early morning dusk rised,perfect! You slowly and carefully removed yourself from his grip,which is strong. You got dressed in the restroom and went downstairs and began cooking breakfast,you could hear his steps down the stairs as Carl was drowsily coming down to see you,he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Good morning,birthday boy." He let out a small groan into your shoulder, it didn't sound annoyed or anything though,actually sounded quite cocky, "do I get a gift then?" You smiled,"later." He smiled and sat down as you set down breakfast. "Wow chocolate chips in my pancakes too? Didn't know I was that special today."

You both let out a small laugh and ate before you sent him off to Rick's,planing with Enid after he left,so you both walked over to Rick's house,carrying big boxes,accidentally passing Carl and Michonne,who was giving him a comic book as a gift. "Hey,wait up. Let me help you ladies." He smiled,but you declined,"huh?...I always carry big stuff for you though Y/n." You smiled and kissed his cheek "but this one you can't because...its for training,we have to carry them ourselves." Carl gave you an innocently confused look before his dad came up and pulled him off to hang out with his son.

You and Enid decorated Rick's house while you had a cake baking in the kitchen,Glenn and Maggie came over to help,as well as many other people,so as it rounded 2 pm,you hid everyone in the living room before going off to get Carl from Rick and Michonne's care. "Hey,princess,you finally done hanging with Enid?" You smiled and nodded as Rick and Michonne snuck back to their house.

"So what's really going on? I know you haven't had people distracting me all day for nothing." You let out a small laugh, "just follow me you big dork." He cupped your face and softly kissed you before complying and following you back to Rick's house. You opened the door slowly,smiling widely as everyone jumped out yelling happy birthday to Carl. "God,I knew you were gonna pull some stupid stunt like this" He said softly smiling and chuckling softly,"but you love it."

The rest of the day was spent with Carl and the rest of Alexandria,celebrating his 21st birthday. "Oh wow thanks uncle Daryl...alcohol" he let out a small laugh and opened the other gifts,yours coming last,"oh this one's gonna be interesting,hm?" He smirked and gave you a quick peck on the lips. You handed him a medium sized box,which he opened to find his favorite comic in the world,which was really fucking hard to find. "Oh my gosh I looked everywhere for this one for like.." You finished off his sentence,"a year? Yeah I know,took me a shit ton of searching to find it,but that smile makes it totally worth it" He blushed slightly and rubbed the back of his neck,you may have been together for a while,but that boy could still be bashful as hell.

You layed in your bed,Carl laying his head on your chest,it had taken a while to get home since everyone wanted to keep Carl around as long as possible,but he got tired and took you home. "Thank you..." it was the softest thing ever,you played with his hair and smiled,"did you like it?" He smiled up at you,the softest features on his face,blush creeping onto his cheeks, "I loved it,today was amazing,thank you" you smiled,"Good because tomorrow you're gonna feel like shit" you laughed thinking about the way he drank the drink Daryl had bought him. "Hey,in all fairness he didn't tell me how to drink it,and I just turned 21." You both laughed softly. You placed a small kiss on his head. "I love you Carl,baby. Happy birthday" He smiled,slowly drifting into sleep, "I love you too princess...good night"

#carl grimes x you #twd carl #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes #carl grimes fluff

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creators-island · 1 year

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SNEAK PEAK: Not your Moon, but my Star |Lmk fanfic

(Title in progress)

Chapter One: The Life I Once Lived

“It says here that Monkey King killed you”

Liu’er raised his head from the papers of the play to see Tang. He raised an eyebrow and smirked at the perplexed look on the man's face. Of course, he would be the first to ask straight up without shame, the man is a teacher. His whole career is about knowing things and being curious about other things. He would be annoyed if it weren’t for the entertainment it brings him.

“The heck?! What kind of question is that? I just sat down!”

“It wasn’t a question, you either came back from the dead for some miracle, or the writings are wrong. I would like to know which one is true.”

“Sheeesh” The dark-haired Monkey scoffed “So violating! So mean! And people say I’M the nosy one”

“I just want to know more about your story, you know?”

“Why? I mean, if you want some gossip-”

Tang shrugged “Well, we’ve been friends for months now and I barely get to know your story.” He said hesitantly “The books don’t have any documents about you, you’re mentioned in Journey To The West and that’s it, no other books or sourcing has your name in it”

The monkey looked back at his papers, Tang was right. No story talks about him or mentions him beyond being the double of the monkey king. This was certainly disappointing if you consider how many adventures he had, but also suitable since he wouldn’t like all his personal issues to be shared publicly.

Tang is his friend though, perhaps sharing one adventure or experience will satisfy the educator’s curiosity. This could be risky, Tang wasn’t a man who was easily pleased when information wasn’t complete. He’ll just pray nothing too shameful comes out, heavens know he did some incredibly awful stuff in his youth, and his incredibly big mouth might complicate any secrets. [...]

First chapter almost completed.

[Tomorrow there’s gonna be a comic]

#lmk #lmk fanfiction #shadowpeach #lmk shadowpeach #lmk tang #lmk macaque #lego monkey kid macaque #lego monkie kid

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the-archangel · 6 months

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It's My (Halloween) Party

Halloween fluff (mostly) with a NSFW middle bit!

“It’s fine V, honestly, it’s fine. I knew that in the end this is what would have to happen and so did you. I’m ready, it’s fine.”

V looks Johnny in the eye, the usual smug look had been replaced with one more sombre and thoughtful.

“Shit Johnny, I’m so sorry, but don’t you think you’re over-reacting the tiniest bit? I mean, I’m literally going to be gone for three days, I promise I’ll spend the day with you on Friday.”

“But it’s Hallowe’en tomorrow V, I wanted to take it all in, dress up and shit, y’know?”

“I know, I do, but you can always decorate the apartment. Hey, why not have a party? Get dressed up, invite your friends, it’ll be fun.”

Johnny huffs non-committally, he does love a party, he might struggle with the friends part though. “I got a costume, see what you think?”

V nods and settles back on the couch and a few minutes later a subtly changed Johnny re-enters the room. V looks at his friend’s black suit, shirt and tie combo quizzically, “Who’re you supposed to be?”

“I’m an old-school assassin, like in that movie we saw where he killed that dude with a library book.”

“Shit yeah! That’s pretty good. If you put away the shit-eating grin and worked on harassed and homicidal you’d look just like him.” V laughs.

“Thank you for your valuable feedback.” Johnny spits before stalking back to the wardrobe.

Kerry is also in a wardrobe, albeit a much larger, more glamourous one. This Hallowe’en is going to be epic and he and V need outfits to match. There is already a pretty impressive pile of discarded clothes and exotic costumes, but nothing seems quite right.

V had tried helping at first, unearthing pirate costumes and elegant military gear from long-forgotten videos and declaring it all perfect, but hot as V looked in the sexy highwayman outfit, none of it was vibing with Kerry so the outfit was abandoned with the rest – only a little torn by its somewhat hasty removal. So, V is returning home in good spirits, oblivious to the increasingly frustrated mood of his husband.

“Hey Ker, you still upstairs?” V shouts.

A muffled, “M,hm,” comes from somewhere above him. Taking the steps two at a time and entering the closet, V tries not to smirk at the picture before him: world-famous Rockerboy Kerry Eurodyne sat in his underpants and a black feather boa pouting in a maelstrom of abandoned ideas.

V carefully picks his way over to the comically dejected looking man and sits behind wrapping his arms around his shoulders and grimaces through the pain of the coat hanger currently digging into his upper thigh. “It’s OK Ker, I’ll drive us into the City Center, buy lunch, look for costumes…”

Kerry cuts him off, “No! There’s something here, I can feel it, I just can’t find it.”

V pulls him closer burying his face in the older man’s neck, mostly to hide the chuckle. “Ditch this for a couple of hours, we can come back to it later, we need to pack for tomorrow’s trip.”

The other man looks momentarily startled, he’d been trying to forget about the record company shindig in NY he’d agreed to host, only finally agreeing because there’d be chooms there he hadn’t seen in a few years – and because of the preem Hallowe-en party of course. “Sure, I suppose,” he says, reluctantly letting the boa fall to the floor and allowing V to help him up, not that he needed help of course.

V flicks a note to Johnny when they’re on the way to the airport, Kerry sighing and rolling his eyes as he does so. “I just don’t want him to worry.” Explains the ex-merc.

“You don’t want him bugging you all day asking if you’ve set off yet ya mean.” Mutters the Rockerboy.

Johnny reads the message sullenly, last Hallowe’en was a wash out what with hospital stays (him), hissy fits (Kerry) and psychological evaluations by the bucketful (him and V), he wanted this one to count. Asking around various bars had given him a few leads to some preem parties, but none of them were quite what he was looking for, too controlled, not enough mayhem, maybe he wouldn’t bother after all, just throw himself into some work and forget about the whole thing. Fucking Kerry spoiling his fun again.

The Afterlife is buzzing, especially for a Tuesday morning which is often the quietest part of the week, prolly everyone wanting to conclude business before the evening shenanigans begin Johnny thinks curling his lip. He heads towards a couple of chooms in a corner booth and begins to talk biz.

Dragging the cases to the cab whilst Kerry expansively describes the hotel they’ll be staying in, V quickly pings off another message to Johnny, ‘En route to hotel, any plans yet?’ but no reply is immediately forthcoming so he takes his seat and looks out at the crumbling skyscrapers of New York that remind him so much of home.

Kerry’s voice brings him back to the moment, “Do you think we made the right choice?”

Baffled, V looks for clues in his husband’s face, does he mean in coming to NY, or picking this hotel, or getting a cat, or, well the list is pretty long of things they may regret one day. “Nope, you’ve lost me.”

“Of costumes ya gonk, what else could I be talking about?”

V lets out a breath and grins, “Course, everyone’s gonna be blown away.”

“Ya think? It’s not going to come across as a little, I dunno, low effort?”

V grips Kerry’s hand even tighter than he already is, “Babe, no one is gonna care about anything other than how fucking awesome we look, it’s not even worth thinking about.”

Sinking into his husband’s arms, Kerry smiles and looks up into the ex-merc’s eyes, “You’re one choice I’m never gonna regret,” he whispers huskily before planting a kiss on V’s bearded chin and snoozing for the rest of the ride.

Back in NC, Johnny is in the shower after a seemingly straightforward gig that turned unexpectedly messy. Picking the bits of Scav bone out of his matted hair is taking longer than he anticipated, he grunts with satisfaction as each one hits the floor of the shower.

Finally feeling reasonably presentable he searches the apartment for his jacket, he’s finally found the perfect party, he’s ditched the costume, he very much wants to look recognisable as himself when he walks in. “Fucking thing, where’s it gone?” he mutters to himself as he turns the room upside-down. Sitting on the bed and scanning the room, he frowns as he notices V’s battered old ‘Second Conflict’, jacket on the back of the chair, the October air is too cool to go jacketless, so “Fuck,” he sighs as he shrugs on the offending item and leaves into the Hallowe’en afternoon smog.

For the more formal, earlier part of the evening, Kerry has chosen a powder blue shot-silk evening suit and for V a matching one in teal, V is leaning heavily on the dressing table clinging onto the edge with one hand and gently stroking Kerry’s hair with the other as the Rockerboy expertly and enthusiastically sucks on his cock. “You look so hot in that suit Ker,” V purrs between gasps, “hope I didn’t hurt your knees pushing you down on the floor like that.”

Kerry pulls away from the object of his obsession for a moment, a string of drool and precum connecting them still, “You know I’d crawl over broken glass to get to your dick,” he smirks running his tongue up the underside and grinning as V shivers, “but I will get my own back ‘bout the crack about my knees later.” V chuckles, then gasps as his length disappears into Kerry’s warm, willing mouth.

“Five-minute call Mr. Eurodyne,” a runner calls through the door just as V groans and Kerry swallows, he licks his lips and kisses his husband deeply.

Johnny is on the street looking over at the warehouse where the party is to be held in a few hours’ time. He’s rolled up pretty early since he’s unfamiliar with this part of Watson and wants to make sure he makes a big entrance dead on time later. Satisfied that he has identified the main entrance and any exits he may need for whatever reason he retires to a nearby bar, orders a tequila and checks his messages.

Despite still being pretty pissed at V for disappearing over the holidays, he grins when he sees his message, “Heck yeah!!” he replies and settles in for a couple of hours while he waits for the party to begin.

V basks in the reflected glow from his husband as Kerry charmingly ad-libs his way through introductions and conversations, finishing with him disappearing in a puff of smoke whilst a spooky instrumental version of Dark Matter is played allowing him to grab V and rush back to the dressing room to get changed for the party proper.

“Still not sure about this Vince,” says Kerry pulling on and adjusting the wig he spent many hours choosing and having styled just right, “but it is spooky how much you look like him, got his mannerisms down and everything. Gives me the creeps if I’m honest.”

Looking in the mirror, V has to agree that the make-up artist, who is now working on Kerry, has done a preem job, unsettlingly so in fact. “It’s supposed to give you the creeps, it’s Hallowe’eeeeeen,” he replies in his best spooky voice. After a last critical look in the mirror V grabs his jacket and leans on the doorframe having a smoke waiting for Kerry to be ready. The make up guy does a couple of last adjustments and stands back whilst Kerry plays with his Kiroshis to get just the right eye color and stands to look in the full-length mirror.

He's almost mesmerised by what he sees there, “You’re a fucking genius Terry,” he tells the make-up guy, eyes never leaving the mirror.

V comes up behind him and slips his arms around his waist, “I honestly don’t know if it’s wrong to feel like this, but you look so fucking hot right now.”

Kerry turns in his arms and looks for V’s eyes, but finds only his own reflection in the lenses of his glasses, “V honey, it’s never wrong to tell me I look hot.”

People have started arriving to the party in Watson, Johnny nurses his drink and watches through the grimy window of the bar, waiting for the perfect time to make his entrance. He checks the pistol in his jacket, hefts his duffel bag onto his shoulder and makes his way over, avoiding being seen until he reaches the camera over the doorway to which he gives a one-fingered salute before heading inside.

It's maybe not what most people would call a party, mostly there are heavily chromed Maelstrommers hunched over laptops or having heavy conversations at tables, but as far as Johnny Silverhand is concerned anywhere where you can drink and have fun is a party, he’s already done the drinking part, now he’s ready for the fun.

He’d made it in and up the stairs without being spotted, clearly they’re all too busy to check the cameras, good. Standing just inside the doorway to the goon-filled open space beyond Johnny drops the bag pulling out V’s favourite SMG, Fenrir – perfect for these over-chromed gonks – and with something less flashy as a backup he kicks open the door, spraying bullets as he strides forwards.

Not being complete idiots, most of the gangers flee through the fire exit and disperse into the night, that’s fine, he’s not here to kill particularly, he’s here to collect. A couple of crumpled bodies impede his entrance slightly, but he grins as a metallic voice whines, “Shit, it’s Johnny Silverhand,” he makes his way towards the injured goon.

A couple of the guys don’t seem to have got the message, a well-placed bullet re-acquaints them with it, a couple more decide to try to be heroes, a casually hurled grenade finishes them off, finally it’s just Johnny and his quarry and a nervous woman who appears to be the girlfriend.

“You Taser?” the merc asks lighting a cigarette, well-aware of how this illuminates his scowling face.

“Leave him alone,” the woman shrieks coming at Johnny with impressively sharp steel nails unsheathed, “or I’ll fuck that pretty face right up.”

“Aw, she thinks I’m pretty,” Johnny says as he slows her down with a spray of bullets to the legs.

“Shit, dude!” screams Taser covering his head with his arms and smearing the blood dripping from his chest over his face.

Johnny looks into a face that is mostly polished chrome with two red pin-pricks that he guesses must be eyes. “Brick says you owe him, and you owe him big. He wants his Eddies.”

Taser gulps, “But…” Johnny’s pistol presses uncomfortably into his abdomen, “Shit, fine,” his eyes glow violet for a moment, “it’s done, tell him it’s fucking done.”

“We thank you for your co-operation,” Johnny offers as he leaves.

Over in New York, the party is also in full swing, the media swarm around the red-carpeted entrance to the ballroom cooing over the guest’s costumes and analysing their choices. The short journey from their room to the party is a tense one for Kerry, still unsure if anyone will even get their costumes, never mind dig them. Hand in hand, he and V leave the elevator and turn the corner onto the carpet, dozens of heads turn, they’d been waiting for his arrival, not only is he a huge star, but his costume never disappoints. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but the gasps, laughs and applause are not unwelcome.

For the occasion, V has replaced his synth-skin chrome arm for an older, silver model, red shades and a dark, shoulder-length wig add to the look, but it’s the ‘borrowed’ clothes – leather trousers, Samurai tank and the iconic jacket – and immaculate mannerisms that really make the resemblance extraordinary.

Kerry had spent ages getting the bandana just so around his thick, curly dark hair. Terry had done an amazing job with the facial hair and tattoos and somehow made him look thirty all over again. The moment of inspiration had come as he put the pile of clothes back into the closet the previous day, his old leather vest had slipped from its hanger as he shuffled past with his armful of rejected outfits and on picking it up something akin to a lighting bolt hit him, Kerry Eurodyne and Johnny Silverhand finally together again after fifty years.

The crowd lapped it up, especially when they stop for a very wet, passionate and long kiss, tomorrow’s screamsheet headlines are just writing themselves.

Having collected his payment for a job well done, Johnny makes his way through town, stopping briefly to change before making his way to the Afterlife and the private party he was about to crash. The feeds on the street caught his eye, he stands clenching has cigarette between thin lips as he watches the footage beamed from New York, he was definitely going to have to have a very serious word with V later.

The party was awesome, Kerry had kept his crown as the King of Hallowe’en and V was having a lot of fun channelling Johnny again for one night. Back in their room, the Rockerboy throws himself onto the bed chatting animatedly about how awesome the evening was while V sits beside him, smiling at how happy they both are and remembering how lucky he is.

“Y’know,” says V resting his hand on his husband’s chest, “Rock God Kerry is my guy, but this version is still doing it for me.” Kerry scowls at first, but is soon smiling again as V’s hand slides down his torso and into his jeans, “Keep the costume on for a while huh?” he asks, running his tongue around a pert nipple.

Kerry closes his eyes and moans softly, but then opens them and pulls himself up into a seated position, evicting a confused V from his chest, “You’re gonna have to get changed, the thought of Johnny anywhere near my cock is putting me off,” he growls.

V snickers, Johnny would love to know he was cock-blocking him from the other side of the country, “Course Ker, gimme a minute.” The ‘borrowed’ clothes drop to the floor, the shades and wig come off and the make-up is wiped away, a few minutes later a fresh-faced V comes back to four angry messages from Johnny and a gently snoring husband, it’s OK he decides curling up next to his man, it can all wait til morning.

#cyberpunk 2077 #kerry eurodyne #kerry eurodyne x male v #kerry x male v #cyberpunk kerry #v cyberpunk #kerry is my muse #cyberpunk v #kerry x v #johnny silverhand #halloween

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Five word sentences. I say 5 or 27. Whichever. ❤️🩵 I couldn't choose. 😅

Ahhhhhhh!!! okay okay 😊 I'm already excited for this. I did 27 but I might do 5 as well, just tomorrow when I have more time.

"I can hear you thinking," Len muttered quietly, his eyes still closed as he laid out on his back, one arm bent behind his head and the other resting on his bare stomach. Barry paused his internal argument with himself and his search of the hotel room for his missing sock, scooping Len’s t-shirt and sweater off the ground and tossing it onto the end of the bed.

"Oh yeah? You a mind reader now?" Barry huffed with a small shake of his head when Len made a slight noise of agreement but didn't bother moving to get dressed too. "What am I thinking about then?"

"If you should kiss me or leave me."

Damn him to Hell for being right.

"You said kissing wasn't part of the deal." Barry reminded the criminal, who still hadn't even opened his eyes or moved from his relaxed position. Barry wanted it to bother him, how nonchalant he was being while bringing up something Barry had been trying to form into words for over a month, but Len always seemed so peaceful right after they finished. Less guarded. Maybe this was the perfect time to renegotiate the terms of their deal.

It's been almost three months since they started this enemies with benefits arrangements. It had started after a robbery Captain Cold had pulled by himself, no Heatwave or Glider to interrupt the banter the two of them always fell into. No one there to say anything when Barry found the upper hand and pressed Len up against a display case. No one there to see Barry's eyes comically widen when he felt something hard pressed against his thigh. No one but Barry had been there to hear the seductive "That's not my gun, Flash," fall from Len's smirking lips. No one had been there to see The Flash throw all caution and reasonable thought out the window and attempt to kiss Captain Cold. No one had been there to see Len flip them around right before their lips met with a teasing "Ah ah ah, not so fast, Scarlet," The thief had not been shy about his desire or laying down ground rules for them the first night. Just sex. No kissing. No cuddling. No feelings.

Following two out of three of those rules wasn't bad, if Barry did say so himself.

"I did." Len said with a soft hum. "Doesn't seem to have stopped you from continuing to think about it."

"I just think it's weird, I've been inside you but haven't even kissed you yet, it's weird. Backwards." Barry said in defense.

"Necessary though," Len responded. "You wouldn't be able to continue our mutually beneficial relationship if we kissed."

"Says who?"

"Please, I know your type, and we can't have you going and falling in love with me, Barry. What would the world think?"

"That I've gone crazy, probably." Barry muttered back, mostly to himself. Was he crazy? Did having feelings for his nemesis make him crazy? Joe would probably think so. And Cisco. And Caitlin. And Iris. It was probably a good thing he hadn't talked to any of them since the singularity.

"Are you? I've always thought you had to be at least a little bit," Len replied, his tone almost wistful. Barry moved closer to the bed, slowly sitting down on the edge of the mattress, his eyes glued to Len's ruminate smile.

"Are you asking me if I'm crazy...or already in love with you?"

Len finally cracked open his eyes, meeting Barry's own searching ones with a challenging, soul-piercing stare.

"Kiss me or leave me, Barry."

#coldflash #leonard snart #barry allen #fuck #im actually really into this #thank you for the ask!#writing

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Hello friends! Got a little sneak preview of tomorrow's chapter 8 drop of Wave Hello to the Void. It's gonna be a wild one.

(spoilers under the cut)

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It felt fucking great to get out of the cabin for the day, but the anxiety eventually seeped back in regardless, sinking its sharp little fingers in one by one. Not enough to make him want to stand Stede up—Ed’s desire to clutch at something good and hold it tight to his chest is far too strong at this point, and besides, he might be Mothman but he’s not a fucking dick—but still just enough to sustain that little voice in the back of his head, the one forever trying to caution him away.

But Stede, with his flirty smile and little cinnamon kisses, is making a truly valiant attempt against that stupid voice in the back of Ed’s head, and so now here they both are, on their lovely romantic date, which is… a hike. Sure, okay, at this point, Ed’s pretty fucking sure he’s incapable of saying no to Stede Bonnet, and while he was never much of an outdoorsy type in his previous life, he’s developed a certain wary respect for it since then. His cabin in the woods is as safe a space as he can hope for, sturdy and surrounded by nature—not people, not constructs. Nature is used to ripping and being ripped apart; it’s just another process that shapes the world, and it’s why Ed’s never been able to do much damage to a tree or a rock. When Ed pushes, the earth pushes back.

As they stand in front of the RV and he watches Stede hoist a comically large, well-stuffed hiking pack onto his shoulders, Ed can’t help but think that Stede’s the same way. Ed tugs at Stede, and Stede tugs right back. They give and take, push and pull, but somehow it never feels like a struggle. It’s balance—ease—as if Stede was designed to bend but never break. It’s a sick cosmic joke that Ed’s finally found someone he might be able to grow into, someone Ed’s roots would strengthen rather than rend. But that’s not much of a promise, and even less of an offer. Ed’s a walking disaster, and even if Stede could look past it all—ignore the monster and see the man—at the end of the day, Ed’s still just one sneeze away from tragedy.

He shouldn’t be at a trailhead for a sunset hike up to Bald Knob of all fucking places, but his no always seems to become a yes when it’s Stede asking the question. And as Stede extends his hand in offering, beaming his radiant grin, Ed knows he’s well and truly fucked. He can’t bear to walk away, even though he understands exactly how the story will end. Instead, he takes Stede’s hand, allows himself to be pulled, and follows him into the stretching shadows of the forest.

“Were you a Boy Scout in a past life?” Ed smirks as they start up the path, the final sigh of the sinking sun sliding through the canopy to paint them both in shades of ochre and auburn. His fingers tingle where they’re tangled together, itching for more contact, more Stede.

“Ah,” Stede says. “No, not a past life, actually. This one. Loved all the outdoors stuff, animals and nature. Even liked the community work, soup kitchens and the like. Struggled to make friends, though.” Stede squeezes Ed’s hand, and his voice wobbles. “Would you believe I was a bit of an odd duck as a child?”

Ed watches Stede’s eye unfocus a bit, following some unseen thought as it scampers into the woods. He squeezes back. Maybe he wasn’t an odd duck in quite the same way that Stede was, but he knows what it’s like to be on the outskirts, forever looking in. “You? Nah, mate. You’re super normal. Normal as they come. Totally average. Mean, median, mode—”

Stede laughs, the warmth of it confirming Stede’s return to the present moment. “And that appeals to you? Central tendency?”

“Little bit, yeah,” Ed says quietly as the path begins to gently meander uphill. Stede had claimed the trail was rated “easy to moderate,” but Ed’s already sweating into his henley a bit; he wants to pretend it’s the fault of his leather jacket—armor he no longer needs, not with Stede—and not the man whose hand he’s holding—not the memory of that same man tugging at his shirt and fumbling with his pants, calling him things like curious and funny and breathtakingly beautiful—

His body aches in protest as he disentangles himself from Stede to tug off his jacket and cinch it around his waist. The breath of cool air against his skin does little to lower his temperature. “Feel like I’ve been living a life of extremes for longer than not,” he says with a swallow as he stares at his palm, unsteadied by just how much he can feel the lack of Stede’s hand in his. “Getting a little tired of the fringe—”

Stede cocks his head. “And I’m not the fringe?”

A fresh churn of guilt kicks up deep in Ed’s abdomen—he’s itching again, poking at his surroundings. He can feel himself slipping, mentally digging into rotting logs and layers of shale—but then suddenly Stede reaches out for his hand once more, palms sliding together like plug and socket to deposit Ed back into his body and close the circuit once again. “Not to me,” Ed says, and now it’s his voice that wobbles. He gently swings their hands between them, looking down as the footfalls of his booted feet are softened by the blanket of leaves that have yet to turn crunchy underfoot. He should stop talking; he knows every subsequent word to fall from his mouth will be one that can’t be taken back, but he can’t help himself—Stede’s smiling, yielding, grounding him. “You’re the Goldilocks Zone.”

Stede hums. “Goldilocks zone? Like, porridge and bears?”

Ed huffs affectionately. “More like stars and planets. When astronomers and biologists look for life on other worlds, they have a list of requirements. Availability of things like carbon—”

“And water?”

“Yeah, for sure. But also, the planet needs to be a certain size in relationship to its distance from whatever star it orbits. For life to exist, there needs to be a balance between gravity and radiation.” Ed stops at a large elm covered in scaly circular patches of lichen lined up in a near perfect conjunction, and he taps them gently with a fingertip. “The energy that powers life can also burn it up. Gravity can crush just as well as it can bind. Life needs that little sliver,” he says, the ridges of the bark skipping under his finger as he draws an invisible line between two of the patches. “Right down the center. The perfect combo where everything is just right.”

Stede softly bumps Ed’s shoulder with his own, then raises his hand to trace the same line. Ed feels it, a brief tickle down his spine, as though Stede had touched him and not the tree. “The Goldilocks Zone.”

“Yeah.”

Stede turns, the light catching him just so, and it knocks a soft breath from Ed without warning. He’s almost ethereal like this, eyes a bonfire of ache and longing in equal measure. “And that’s how you feel?” Stede asks, voice small and unsure. “Crushed? Burned?”

Ed turns sideways to press his shoulder into the tree, diffusing his knotted anxieties into knotted wood. “Not anymore. Not since you.”

“And that’s—I—” Stede stammers, growing even pinker in the weak autumn light. “No one’s ever…”

Not crushed, not burned. Stede’s pulling, and Ed lets it happen. Their mouths meet and Stede’s lips soften under Ed’s own with a delicious squeak that quickly slips into a moan. Ed’s scattering again—scratching along the stressed seams of Stede’s bag, snagging the cracked aglet at the end of his sneaker lace—but then Stede’s hands find Ed’s hair and slam him back in his body. Stede kisses back, his teeth catching against Ed’s lower lip with infuriating gentleness, and now Ed’s in Stede’s body, a melange of earnest intent and unquenchable need growing roots and digging, digging, digging into the both of them—

Abruptly, Stede pulls back with a breathy pout. “Hey,” he says, scrunching his nose good-naturedly. “I’ll be the one doing the seducing this evening, thank you very much! And we still have a little way to go. Would hate to miss the sunset!”

Ed takes a deep breath and nods, as much to himself as to Stede. Ed was right before—

He just can’t say no to Stede Bonnet.

#ofmd #our flag means death #blackbonnet #whttv #wave hello to the void #ofmd fanfic #my fanfic

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The Jester and The Courier: a wild wasteland love.

Chapter 4: This is it, the Apocalypse.

“Myrt?” Arcade pondered “you ok?”, “I need time to chill the fuck out before I go in and fix his hand” she mumbled “guys I’ll be up in my room for a bit, don’t disturb me ok?” she said as she stumbled to her room, Rex following not too far behind her.

“Is she gonna be alright, should I check on her?” Cass pondered, “Myrt’s just needing “alone time” right now Cassidy” Boone said “she needs to just…”, “you need to talk to her Craige, if she’ll listen to anyone it’s you” Raul said as he sipped his coffee.

Myrtle was in her room scrounging around “c’mon, c’mon where are you?” she grumbled as she looked for what she needed.

She finally found what she was looking for, hidden on the top shelf of her gun cabinet, a small tin box and a bottle of vodka. “Just a few mentats and a shot of happy juice…” she mumbled. She flipped open the tin and Rex started to whimper.

“C’mon now Rexie-baby, don’t gimme them sad eyes…” she grumbled, Rex just whimpered sadly and whent to go hide under her bed, she sighed “you wouldn’t understand puppers…”

She sat on her bed and looked at the bottle…

“Maybe just some happy juice for right now” she pondered, Rex whimpered, “ok, ok Rexie-baby…I’ll just…I’ll just read some Grognak comics for now”, Rex’s tail wagged.

Cicero felt so…blissful…but he knew it was an illusion, he HAD to escape. These daedra in human disguises would do…Sithis know what to him…

He shifted and looked down at his hand, it was scratched up and bleeding a little…

Cicero bit and licked at his wrist to lubricant it, then with enough effort he managed to slip his hand out. With one arm out he got to work trying to free his other hand…no use.

His other hand was cuffed tighter than the other one. “Sithis damn it” he grumbled…

He heard footsteps coming, he started to panic “oh bother and befuddle, what if they see me uncuffed?!”, the door opened…

Myrtle walked in with medical supplies, “ok buddy, please let me take a look at that hand, ok?” she said as she approached him, Cicero saw in the bag a sharp knife…

“Ok, so buddy, hear me out” Myrtle said as she gently took Cicero’s injured hand “I’am not a daedra-thing out to hurt you ok?, I’am just a regular human like you”, Cicero wasn’t listening, he needed to get that knife…maybe if he could use his feet?..., “look, I know you're scared, you don’t know where you are and you have no idea what I am but given the fact that I haven’t once tried to kill you should clue you in that I mean you no harm so please” she moved the bag away from him “stop”.

That just made Cicero angrier “well” he snarled “what do you intended to do to Cicero?”, she looked into his eyes “fix what you did to your hand first” she smirked “then when you're all bandaged up I’am taking you to Usanagi first thing tomorrow, so she can help me find out why there are so many screws loose in you”.

Cicero had to try a different tactic with her, to get out of his bindings and find his way back to Tamriel, he had…to play along.

Maybe even try charming her a bit…

“Metal woman…has anyone told you your metal eye is very pretty?”, she chuckled “thanks for the flattery…even though I know bullshiting when I hear it bud” she smirked.

(Speech 100 vs Speech 15)

Cicero pouted, Myrtle eyed him, “sorry short king but you ain’t no casanova” she giggled, Cicero grumbled, “now we are having gecko kebabs for lunch, you what anything with yours? Insta mash?, Blamco mac n cheese, I have a few boxes of fancy lad snack cakes if you want one” she smiled.

He turned away and huffed, “no need to be so grumpy, I AM really trying to help you” she shrugged.

She left the room and Cicero looked at his cuffed hand, if only he had a lock pick…or a knife…

He looked around the room, there was little to be found say for the dresser, a window and a bed, he wondered what was in the dresser? He stretched himself out and reached for the bottom dresser drawer, inside he found strange metal coins and a few metal pins of some kind.

He took the pins and hid them under himself, later on at night when it was dark and quiet he would make his escape.

“Ok since you didn't specify what ya wanted I got ya a bit of everything” Myrtle said as she entered the room with a fully loaded plate: it had 3 huge honey mesquite-grilled gecko kebabs covered in a homemade nuka-cola jalapeno bbq sauce, blamco mac n cheese, fluffy instamash with brahmin butter on top, elote maize and to wash it all down she was even giving him an ice-cold sunset sarsaparilla.

She sat it all down next to him “and I even got you this” she said as she gave him a small white frosted cake of some kind.

“Now can I trust you with a fork to not stab yourself or me please?” she sighed, Cicero nodded, she watched, observing him closely as he looked at the food suspiciously.

Cicero had never seen food like this before, let alone was going to eat it, but to play along and survive…he would have to. He looked at everything on the plate, he recognized the “instamash” as mashed up potatoes so he tried that first…it was actually pretty good.

Fluffy, buttery and lightly salted, good potatoes, next he tried the “maize” it was butter, spiced with flavorful zest and crunchy, overall really good. The mac n cheese stuff on the other hand…

Oh sweet Sithis, it was GOOD!

It was creamy and cheesy and was by far the best thing he had ever eaten, then he tried the kebabs…

Good lord his mouth was on fire!, he instantly regretted taking such a big bite and looked around for something to drink, “sarsaparilla” Myrtle pointed to the strange orange bottle. He had trouble getting the odd metal cork off the top of it, it looks like one of the strange metal coins from the drawer, she helped him out and he guzzled it down.

It was sweet! And the flavor though strange was quite enjoyable, Cicero then looked at the little cake.

He tasted it…it was like…like a sweetroll, Cicero sighed…he wanted to be back home in the sanctuary…

He began to panic again, if he did not get back soon, who would tend to the Night Mother?!

“Alright you finished?, I’ll see you again at dinner, hey let me know if you want any snacks or if you want to talk, ok?” Myrtle took his plate and walked away, “oh yes…see you soon…” Cicero grinned.

He would see her again…after all…he can’t have any of them following him now can he?

#au #fanfic #skyrim #crossover #fallout fanfiction #fallout new vegas #fallout nv oc #fallout nv #courier six #cicero x female oc #cicero #skyrim cicero #skyrim fanfiction

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starlightshadowsworld · 8 months

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The new Hopper part 4

Part 3

Tw for Vance slowly descending into a panic attack.

Traumatised boy be traumatised.

Also no hate to Hopper... Ma Hopper with everything going on kinda neglected to mention... What happened soo...

"I'm gonna kill him." Declares Vance. Glaring at the phone still in Argyle's hand as he happily talked to Robin...His cousin.

"No your not." Says Finney, firmly the two have a staring contest for a few seconds before Vance huffs and looks away.

"Fine."

"I am going to give him the silent treatment though." Added Finney, Vance's glare melted into an amused smirk.

"He's gonna wish you let me kill him." Nods Vance to himself. If there was one person Robin loved to talk to, it was Finney.

"Eh he'll get over it. That's what he gets for not telling me he had family here." Says Finney though there's a devious smile on his face.

"Times like this I see how you and Gwen are related." Says Vance.

"Who's Gwen?" Asks Dustin, eyes sharp like a hawk. "My little sister." Answers Finney with a small smile. "You have a sister?" Asks Max, looking sad.

Finney smiles warmly at her, silently conveying that doesn't mean she isn't one to him.

"I dunno about sister, maybe escaped demon." Says Vance, Max grins deviously "oh?" Vance looks at her, hands out like he's taking a photo.

"Don't tell me she has a twin."

Finney chuckles "honestly, if Gwen was a red head they'd be almost like twins."

Vance looks Max up and down "You ever throw a rock at a guys head and call him a dumb fucking fart knocker?"

Max looked him up and down with a grin "not yet." Vance nods, approvingly. "Oh yeah she's definitely Gwen's long lost twin."

"What is with the Harrington family and violent tendancies?" Asks Eddie, Vance shrugs helplessly. "Beats me, their like natural born scrappers."

Finney swats him with a pointed look.

"You of all people do not get to say I have violent tenancies when the first time I met you you were being escorted by the police out of Grab and Go."

Everyone looks at Vance in suprise.

"Oh? Do share with the class" Says Eddie, looking between Finney and Vance with glee.

Luckily for Vance, Hopper who had left to go help Joyce with the dishes, reappeared.

"Jane, Vance we're heading out."

El huffs, getting her stuff and saying her goodbyes. "Guess you'll have to wait." Says Vance to Eddie who sighs wistfully.

Finney hugs Vance close.

"See you tomorrow."

See you on the other side, Pinball.

Vance momentarily froze before hugging him back.

"Yeah, I'll see you." He says, ruffling Finney's hair, picking up his bag and heading out.

Behind him he could hear the others, Dustin's demands as to why Vance was allowed to touch Steve's hair.

"You try it Henderson, I dare you!"

Vance laughed, trying to ease the anxiety that was creeping in his veins as he got into Hopper's car.

He felt his breathing pick up and pulled out a comic from his bag though he was having trouble concentrating on it.

Before he knew it the car started and the Byers house had faded behind them.

He didn't think of how much it would hurt to leave Finney behind.

'Get a grip, your gonna see him tomorrow.'

See you on the other side, Pinball.

No...no he didn't say that.

That was back then not now.

It was cold.

'It's the middle of summer you nutcase, nice and warm. Bruce is probably out warming up for a game with Robin while PB and Griff play with Rosie.'

He was in Hawkins, not Denver.

Vance twiddles with the friendship bracelet Billy made for everyone.

He's fine.

He's perfectly fine.

"Vance, we're in the middle of fixing the place up so your gonna be staying in the basement for the time being."

Vance felt a chill run down his spine.

Rough the place as much as you want kid.

He was fine.

It was just a basement, just another room in the house. Vance sat heavily on his bed not bothering to take off his shoes.

Feeling the familiar urge to scream.

To shout.

To break... Something.

Because down here no one can hear you scream.

"If you need anything just yell. Your gonna have to be loud though, walls here are pretty thick." Said Jim before Vance had descended down.

Sure.

No problem.

The door shut behind him.

At that moment he felt the sickening creak of the freezers lock.

He couldn't breathe.

He was going to die down here.

#The new Hopper #Finney Blake is Steve Harrington #finney blake #vance hopper #max mayfield #eddie munson #jim hopper #el hopper #jane hopper #dustin henderson #Stranger things #the black phone #Tbp #steve harrington

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